May 2010
4 posts
Historic Event
Let it be known: it is 8:50 on a SCHOOL NIGHT, and my homework is done. Done. Every “t” is crossed, “i” dotted. There’s nothing left. You might be wondering what accounts for this miracle. It’s simple:
Laptop=off (except for scholarly endeavours)
Phone=gone (aka, confiscated by my mother)
My mom’s been right this entire time. I can be so much more...
Ironic?
Mom: Did you get Casey's Twitter? After I told her about that research on how your generation spends so much time managing their image, rather than finding themselves, she deleted her Facebook account.
Jill: You mean, she deleted her Facebook account to prove she didn't care about her image, then she Twittered about it?
Mom: ...
“Men get such hardons from putting their names on things. You guys don’t...”
– Natalie Keener
Up in the Air
Why is demeaning men so stinking entertaining?
Activities Accomplished Upon our Arrival at...
Lunch (while drawing pictures with the paper and crayons provided by the restaurant)
Cake (chocolate mousse, of course)
Coffee (a must)
Bonding over cake and coffee (and by bonding, I mean reliving our horrible childhoods)
We have our priorities in order.