I've got a hundred million dollar friends...

Is it sad that I had more interesting things to speak of when I wasn't submerged in school work and a job? Well, I lied. I was constantly submerged in school work for the monthes of June and July, but not in the same respect as now, I suppose anyways.

I guess what is really sad is the fact that I dread Tuesdays and Thursdays even though I only attend one class.

Random Fact: I still believe On and On is Jack Johnson's best album. It's probably my favorite album I own.

I have a bunch of sarcastic cartoons that I plan on posting. They all pertain to the "infinite amount of wisdom" I'm learning in Marriage and Family. Who knows, perhaps I'll be the next web sensation...not.

Oh, and for those wondering... my dad never gave me that quarter.

Death by deck? A definite possibility.

Last night, I attended an event that one person once said, "is something you must experience in your life." Well, I've experienced it. I went to the Garden Party last night. I feel that in order for anyone to understand, I must describe the location and events that occurred there.

We drove up to the house on 182 and saw that cars were haphazardly parked everywhere. I decided it best to park down the highway at some wood works store. We walk up to said house and pay some guy five dollars. The five dollars gets you a cup and entrance into what I can only describe as a sketch-fest. The inside of the house is covered in spray-painted atrociousness. Once you walk through the house, you are immediately standing on what some might call the most unstable deck ever built. There were multiple times where I thought I might fall through the boards at any moment. You make your way down the terrifyingly unsteady stairs to the ground where you see a stage that consists of two giant neon straws from older Sonic establishments and some tarp. People are peeing everywhere and walking through some sketchy fence. Two friends went inside for food and came back with a goat and cole slaw sandwich. Apparently, they raised and killed the goat on property.

A band called Blue Party played. They were surprisingly good. The majority of people at this party were hipsters, and it definitely showed in their dancing. Oh, if only I could describe the dancing... I suppose it is a cross between Lord of the Dance and what you would have seen at Woodstock.


While it was definitely entertaining in some aspects, I was completely terrified for at least 35% of the time. I don't think I'll ever go back.

This is serious... I promise.

I'm procrastinating. Big time. This whole write-a-paper-for-every-class-meeting-thing is not going over well in my mind. I probably shouldn't complain too much; I don't have to write a senior thesis before graduating, thank Jesus, but still... I find it to be overkill of the highest degree.

In other news, I have been gradualizing my transition into the grown-up world. Taking initiative, I signed up for the practice GRE, how terrifying! I have more deadlines this semester than I ever could have imagined... please pray for me if that's how you roll.

Today I talked to my family; it made me happy.

Oh what a night... (cue disco music PLEASE)

Though most of you were most likely unaware, I served my first night of duty this evening/still currently on duty. While I sit in the office waiting for 2:00 a.m. and making fun of Dianna for sleeping in the tiniest chair in the main lobby for a good 40+ minutes, I felt now was as good a time as ever to give you a basic run down of the day/evening. Hilarity ensued; however, due to the fact that it is, in fact, very very late, my humor might not translate appropriately across the interweb. I do hope that someone, somewhere, finds joy in this entry.

1. I completely and utterly disregarded my early alarm this morning. On any other Monday, the early alarm is completely useless. However, on this Monday, football tickets went on sale. I was completely oblivious to this previously known fact until half way through my marriage and family class (which should be called, "someone please come constantly shoot me in the eye with a nerf gun because I'll get more out of that than any lecture this woman might give.") I panicked because I try to allot myself a two hour block of time for every one hour...because that's just how I roll. Please deal with this fact.

2. I went to Public Opinion, which is a nice little walk away from the union. I constantly received ticket updates via text messages from Ryan. When class let out I jazzercised, which in my language means walked really fast but awkwardly, to the union and got in line. I stood there with Shelby for about thirty minutes and then got lunch. BTW, everyone and their mom is pregnant, just so you know.

3. Whit Waide said today, "Hunting on the islands is BAD ASS!"

4. I made chicken fettuccine alfredo for dinner. Yum. I fed almost two hundred people, give or take 194 .

5. Dianna and I discovered the most terrifying sound/thing... ever. This one group of residents saw us run screaming at least three times tonight. I'm convinced I'm crazy, and now I'm sure they're convinced as well. We also managed to walk down the first floor boys wing at just the right moment. Said moment eventually turned into 30ish minutes of sarcasm and something about an epic octopus/lobster duel. They're taking bets...

6. I still have to write a paper. Boo. And do my last round.


Unrelated... I'm pretty good at not sleeping... this needs to change, again.

"Do you know how to sculpt an ice menorah?"

That is all.

...they've returned...

Yes, that wonderfully hectic, annoyingly hot MVNU2MSU happened Wednesday. Half of my residents are still MIA, but there are people living with me again. WEIRD. I am not going to lie, I quite enjoyed having only 16 (ish) people in a seven-story building. Oh well, all things must change, and with this change comes 500 people.

In other news, I have stayed in a perpetual state of sleepiness since I decided that sleeping the night before move-in day was for losers.



Perhaps one day I will have random thoughts that will once again fill these entries.

Oh, and I was exceptionally sad on August 8th because I had no zucchini to sneak on any of my neighbors porches.

My staff

is pretty wonderfully awesome. We have the most amazing singing parties, even if there are only three or so songs in our repertoire.

Completely unrelated, I just watched the most uncomfortable mouthwash commercial for Scope. Their advertising agency should rethink playing it on the telly.

Ryan moves into his apartment on Saturday. Perhaps, I will finally be able to move out of the shanty town, also referred to as Hathorn Hall, this weekend. One can only hope.

I need batteries so that I might be able to watch other channels besides Food Network.

T-raining.

So, I currently live in the shanty town known as Hathorn Hall because summer school won't get out of Rice Hall and I can't move in until they move out.

I have been in Starkville, running around constantly for RA training for a week. I have a brand new staff and I have moved to a new building, and with these changes will come many brand new experiences. Rice Rice Baby!

Two quotes:

• "Mom butt is a serious thing." -Bobbie Lee
• "These is some baby pants." -Me (yes, I used incorrect grammar.)