springfest

i woke up by yelling multiple "fuck"s in unison with allie as the phone rang, again. "hello is joshua there?" NO. this joshua-seeker person has called approximately every other day for the past many months and usually at the worst possible time ever, early in the morning. they don't get it.

playing ghosts in the graveyard last night made me think about the LAST time i played it, approximately exactly almost 2 years ago. it's still just as much fun. the guys were really into it and demanded that we count in 1:00 to midnight (!) form. i'd forgotten the rush you get when you're running to the base or hiding. you know it's just a game, but it still quickens your heartbeat and starts that adrenaline. it's this ability to have fun with games that i hope i never lose.

oh boy, it was a 4am night. who started the whole "oh boy" or "oh man" interjection...? talking and drinking with a small group in the wee morning hours is a good time. although, definitely not a good idea for a productive day of homework. i am in no mood to homework. i am in a mood to eat a huge brunch, laugh, go to the mifflin street block party, and sit here and read.

p.s. exciting news: i have new fonts!

"i also love it when president bush interrupts the best part of my thursdays, the reason thursdays are called happy thursdays [ahem, the OC] to tell me i won't have any money to retire with when i'm 79." -i love tegan!

"niiiinetyyy-niinnnne!" -while shimmying and waving hands in the air

illusions- ryan cabrera

(i feel semi-badly because yesterday i made fun of nick for liking ryan cabrera by asking him if he was a 12-year-old girl)