Second, while stalking Lauren on Facebook, I saw this ad:
I think I'm gonna get those shirts. Who in the heck-dilly buys this hoo-haw? Hey Jim, can you answer me that? Eh?
Anyway, I had a fantastic evening, and I'm very glad that I'm not getting cable TV in my apartment this year, because as much as I love my horrible TV shows, I will get so much better at guitar without watching TV. John, Brandon and I were discussing how you play guitar for about 4 years, and then you just hit this plateau where you don't think you can get any better. But then you figure something out that you've never done before (like how to do scales, or finger-pick, or something else cool), and you get like 10 times better in a day. So, while I may miss Law and Order SVU, The Daily Show, Planet's Funniest Animals, and Next, I'll be playing my guitar and piano, and working my way up to fame and fortune. If you're nice to me, I'll even let you be my roadies.
Ok, I should go to bed. I have my wonderful class in the morning (today we ate pizza and watched porn made for women, by women), and after my class I'm meeting up with some ladies for lunch at the Village Deli. We're going to sit outside, bask in the beautiful weather, and probably talk about sexually-transmitted infections and poop. Then at 5, the lovely and amazing and oh-so-awesome Lauren Weinberg is ever so kindly taking me to pick up my "new" mattress in her Jeep. When I bought it, the guy who owned it said he could keep it at his friend's apartment for the week. I call his friend, and he tells me that I have to pick it up ASAP because it's blocking their staircase... So, I'm gonna have to try to fit a twin mattress and a box spring in this already-packed apartment for a few nights. Eek! I'm just glad I have a mattress, cuz it would suck to sleep on the floor when I move into my new apartment.
Ok, bedtime. For real now. Nighty night.
3 comments:
Uh, Anna, I think there are a fair number of IU undergrads wearing clothes just like that to frat parties on almost any given weeknight and/or weekend during the school year. I mean, you're not seriously wondering who wears that stuff are you? Surely you know that the people wearing that crap are your peers, right?
Yeah, I guess I did already know the answer to that question, although I can't say I've ever been to a frat party at IU. I try to stay as far away from them as possible.
i wuv you.
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