Saturday, January 31, 2009

And I Wonder, Were You Scared When The Metal Hit The Glass? See I Was Playing A Show Down The Road...

The Gaslight Anthem - The '59 Sound


So my last night was not as amazing as my favorite UnfortunateSteelersFan's noche (which apparently consisted solely of Monk and Scrabble, and I'm incredibly jealous), but it was still fairly baller. Here's how it went down.


So first off, I finished my Physics homework, and I did 11 of the 15 ON MY OWN. No big deal. I needed TallRoommate to help me with the last four, but I mean, I still felt pretty accomplished.

But because I was doing Physics, it meant I didn't end up going out until 11:45 or so, but when I got to my party, I met the coolest person of my life. Okay, not as cool as FavoriteSister. I'll start over. So I got to my party, and I met the second coolest person of my life.

I'm pretty certain we're destined to be the greatest of friends. I woke up this morning, and she had texted me the phrase "poop on a stick." I giggled so hard. Because you see, I text or IM that to people all the time. It's hilarious to me.

Then, when I walked home this morning, I came home to a few of my friends from high school sitting on my couch, flanked on either side by a case of Natty Light and a giant tub of pretzals, watching Big Daddy. I don't think it would have been possible for me to be happier.

So that's where I am, on GayRoommate's computer, watching Big Daddy, waiting until I leave for my gymnastics meet. Goodness, I'm incredibly lame, and I like it.

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