I have had the HMS pinafore stuck in my head for the past 3 days. oh, dear god, just take me now. This is worse than sitting in a room with the spice girls, backstreet boys and britney spears. Or perhaps trapped in a closet with R. Kelly?

Speaking of trapped in a closet, we and my confused housemates got locked in our own house yesterday. yeah, the downstairs lock broke, and a tree fell in front of our upstairs door. Yes, a tree.
Trapped in my own fucking house. Needless to say, it sparked the rest of the day into being genuinely bizarre and annoying too.

but thats what fat men and hot guys with dogs and chainsaws are for, right?

I think im having one of those 'existential crises'. I have no idea what im doing after next may, and the prospect of moving to a big city (ie chicago) is the most exciting and scary thing. I still want to do it, and am going to do it, but its just difficult having to leave the comfortable, and know it prly wont work out. But this is going to be the next 10 years until i get a secure job and my masters degree. so i should just chill, but thats often easier said than done.

L and I had our "mini-break". It was fun to get the hell outta dodge for a while. i think the grand total of 2 days at kings island came to something like 18 rollercoasters? i can't remember, but there was a water park adventure in there too.

well thats about all here. all my love for abby, who is minus one asshat. Life is easier without the asshats. besides, who wears hats on their asses anyways?!

right, rambling. later