Hector and Terrence

So it's been awhile...not much exciting happening in this life. Except you know, college preparations. But in the midst of this hoopla, I manage to have some fun. Minus going to the dentist just to find out that my broken tooth is infected and needs to either be removed and replaced with a bridge or fixed with a root canal. Fun stuff.

The College Street Cafe makes the world go round. Hanner, Chichle, and I met there, only to be surprised by the beauties of tfc! Those folks make my world a better place.

"These glasses make me feel like I should be in an Armani suit, holding the hot hand of my boyfriend. And that my name should be Hector."

Don't let love die. It's all that lets hope see another day.

College Shopping

There is nothing worse than going to Walmart on a Friday afternoon and trying to actually be quick about it.
I have never been in a longer line in my entire life.
The sad part is, I was only buying three things for life at college: eyeliner, computer cleaner, and Dean Martin.

Walmart, you disappoint me. FIND MORE CASHIERS. IT TOOK ME 25 MINUTES TO GET THROUGH ONE LINE.

That's amore.

Taco Salad and Taboo

Taco salad is faaaaabulous. Particularly so when mixed with apple juice ("wine" in Riley-speak)...and death by chocolate...with crunched up Health toffee bar things...and by crunched I mean smashed to bits with a miniature hammer I found in Riley's kitchen drawer...

So, my friends know how to party. We eat. We drink (juice. Welch's even!). We play Taboo.
Heck yes. These are our Thursday nights.

Actually, Taboo gets pretty intense. Usually it's blondes vs. brunettes (obviously brunettes prevail...duh), and holy fricker sticks. We get loud and obnoxious. Not to mention the crazy perverted/stupid/nonsensical phrases that pour from our loosened tongues.

For example: "Did she just say people play the sex bomb on the side?" (really it was saxophone)
"Drinks come in this...bottles? oh, ABS DUH...actually it's six-pack."

Taboo=Love

Let's see where bright lights and angels meet.

Old People, Ice Cream, and Hot Tubs.

My life is spent keeping old people from taking off their clothes on the bus taking us back to the nursing home. Today, anyway.
Oh, Lutheran Care lovlies, how I shall miss you when I'm off at school.

So my friends and I...we volunteer like it's our job. Oh wait...it is. Because we are the lame ones who looked wayyyy too late into the summer to find paying jobs.

Eating ice cream with my friends is dangerous. Especially when we're in public...

Hot tubs are wonderful. Except for when you dangle your legs in it for so long that your feet prune to a painful point. By painful I mean I couldn't walk without wincing. It felt like I was walking across fricking hot coals.

I love you. mwah.

Tuesdays.

Tuesdays typcially hold bunches of excitement for me. An amalgamation of good memories have been accumulated over this past year and a half of Tuesdays.

No longer.

But it's ok. I am perfectly fine letting my Tuesdays consist of going to the library in the middle of the afternoon. The library is full of grouchy old people looking for books on Tuesday afternoons. My question is how so many old people can still see well enough to read small-printed books. Nobody was in the large print section. Except me.

Goodbye, beautiful Tuesdays. Goodbye, my hopeless dreams.
A Fine Frenzy is my favorite.

How's your Tuesday been?

Amalgamation

Hello there.

Anybody reading this should probably understand right from the start that it is very likely that at some point you will be very confused. I'm a rambler, and I like big words, and I loooooove pairing big words together. Actually, I love confusing people. It's a hobby of mine.

There are bunches of thoughts floating all over the place in this noggin of mine...and I need an outlet. So, dear reader, if you wish to stick with me, prepare for quite a trip.

I am a reader and a writer and, yes, a dreamer. So while my thoughts may be wildly out of place and scattered all over, please be patient. I have a point. Usually.