Song of the blog: The sound of my stomach trying to deal with all the carbination I chugged tonight. hahahaha
So tonight was epic pong night again. Great times with that pong table. I am getting pretty good at this too! When me and michelle play we are Undefeated! Quinton did beat me on that one on one game though. Bumb. We played for the whole can too! I hate gingerale. I don't even know if I'm spelling it right. Thats how much I hate it. Quinton tried to 'help' me drink it. That was messed up! And then the guys had to leave the dorms at 12, so we gals stayed to finish the game. It was so much more fun! Epical! For fruit loops! Eliza made this amazazing ninja shot. And then michelle and michelle, the duo, ended up winning. It was awesome. Janelle and Eliza were dancing trying to distract them. it was just waay fun. And then about 1:00 am we all decided to go to Denny's. It's like a ritual now. Wondrousness. I crave it like no other. hahaha Denny's hash browns and eggs and pancakes and sausage and bacon and ham and wonder and happiness and water!! We take turns paying, and every time we order two lumberjack slams to split between everyone, and waters. We all eat and we all are happy. ;] I love it!! But of course there is still that part of me that misses home. I'm thinking about leaving next year, but I probably won't. I'm practically getting payed to go to school right now. Actually, if I do the math, I AM getting paid to go school here. hahaha
I don't know what else to write about. haha I'm so dead! I wanna sleep!
Oh! I guess I could write about my Anthropology T.A. ;] I needed to make an appiontment to talk to him about our big paper due on Wednesday. He suggested Saterday. Hmm? Ok. So we met in the library. It was great! I think I have one of those idiotic crushes. Except e isn't old, nor is he married..... And he is so sexy! It's Woah! But he isn't into me, that would be crazy. hahaha He's my T.A.! Aren't there rules against that? It's just an idiotic crush. But a girl can dream right? ;]
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