You Are My Sweetest Downfall

This sums up a little conversation I had with Rachelle earlier.

I think I'm going to turn this in with my Operations Management case study.

This weekend was one of the best weekends I have had. Now, I never use this word, but the only way to descripe Friday night was epic. Eleanor's birthday was a blast.
It's really hard to leave every time mostly because I don't know when the next time I'll see everyone again. Laughing that hard just never happens when they're not around.

Summer housing hasn't turned out to be perfect yet. There's a time of about 2 and 1/2 weeks where I have absolutely nowhere to live/put stuff, so I've come up with some ideas:

1. Disguise myself as a couch and try to stay in my apartment right now.
2. Car sleeping. Never quite proves to be as comfortable as you think.
3. Put a moustache on and apply for married people summer apartments.
4. Make a fort.
5. Build a house.
6. Act nonchalant and sleep in the library. If they find me, I'll act just as appalled as they are that they found me.

We'll see how it plays out.

I Wake in the Morning, and I Step Outside

I'm listening to Westmont radio right now.
Probably for the first time ever.
It's pretty interesting because two guys are talking homosexuality, and if a pastor is preaching that the Bible is against homosexuality and someone doesn't like it, they can charge him for a hate crime.
Not sure if it's true, but it's interesting.

My would you rather of the day: Belch a green mist or fart confetti

is there really choice? no. we all know what we would choose.

SANTA BEARBREAAAARRRR this weekend. Happy brithday MELEANOR!