Ignore this title.
Credit must go to Lauren for these little rays of sunshine! Here we go:
The first ones are just of Christy, Becca, Morgan, and Lauren (who appears in like, one pic) walking around their neighborhood, and the second half is a bunch of pics from Lauren's party (which I missed. *mutters*).
Lauren playing the drunk music on her phone, Christy looking high, and Cousin It. Ohwaitthat'sMorgan.
Hella sexxy!
I think Morgan was dying here.
That cracks me up.
...You know.
Christy doing Christy-ful things.
Jesus...
I laugh so hard every time I see this picture. It's almost a good picture of Morgan, and then there's Christy in the background with the greatest facial expression ever.
Fucking sidewalk whores...
Becca tries to convince us of her sanity, Morgan hasn't moved at all since the last picture, and an unsettling Christy face has appeared between the two.
Becca finally loses it, Christy is Christy, and Morgan still hasn't moved.
:buries face in hands: I don't even know what to say about this one.
Becca is a baaaad monkey!
Strike a pose!
I can FLYYY!!
Dark scary path thing. If Becca was wearing a white dress, this would be the perfect picture.
Becca looks fucking creepy here.
Ok. So onto the Potates party pictures. Oh, and I've thrown in some of Becca's pictures as well. Well, actually, they're mostly Becca's. These rock:
Yes, Morgan. A paintbrush. Only Christy comprehends the true horror.
Becca spots a boat, Morgan grins evilly, and Christy has a cool Amy Lee-ish expression.
Becca still boatwatching, and everyone else at least trying to look somewhat sane.
Lauren looks pretty in this picture.
SUPASTAH!
Morgan glares.
Morgan thinking. This can only end in tears...
Morgan being a frickin' coat rack whore.
One of many Morgan moments to be had!
Christy, true to form.
They were all singing like dorks. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Morgan is full of such angst!
Finding her one true comfort in...THE FRUITY PILLOW.
Becca modeling 'the helmet'. Too hott.
Morgan the spoon whore. And why does Christy always appear as some disturbing face in the background??!
Lauren the chip whore.
'Thou shalt...shalt thou...thou shalt...shalt thou...'
An attempted Chester moment.
Ah, the master of self-deprecation.
Morgan looking frighteningly like Jonathan.
...I don't even want to know.
Dancing drunk kids. I bet Christy was giving the neighbors a show.
Some scary old guy on the calendar downstairs.
Jesus. Whore.
First attempt.
Second attempt.
Third attempt.
Fourth attempt.
Last attempt. I still have no idea what they were attempting.
Becca watching Harry Potter. Obsessive Jew... kidding, you loser.
'Muahahahaha!'
Lauren dying. Or something similar.
The end, kids. You know that was hott.
...Once again, I'm going to be a lying whore and not fulfill my promise of making a real post. I'm freaking hyper right now because I fell asleep for like, two and a half hours when I got home, so now I'm pacing around my room more insanely than usual and dancing to music. Sort of. Kind of. Not really.
For some reason, I really miss Krystle right now. Don't ask.
The one thing that I will say about my day is that when I was at Lunch with Lin and Emily, Lin randomly turned to some guy behind us and she was like "Your eyes...They're like deep pools of root beer!" Then we were standing in some doorway in one of the courtyards, and a guy came out of the building through the door (imagine that), and Lin threw her arms around him for approximately fifteen seconds (despite having never seen him before), and when the guy walked away in an unsettled state, Lin got hit by the door and swept into the building. You would've had to have seen it, Emily and I were totally dying. Truly great. Oh, and then I was in Chorus with Morgan, and there was some piece of music on the table by the door that read "Oh!! Chrismas Tree???" And it was definitely the Morgan version of Christmas carols.
Faux-Jew party at Leslee's tomorrow night. Hope everyone feels well enough to come.
Uh...my mom is pissed at me for being on the computer, so I'll leave. G'night, my freaky darlings.