In other news, Tim, Carrie and I went to a Bastille Party at my French Prof.'s cabin on the lake, and celebrated french culture by eating barbequed American food and paddling around in the canoe. In true french fashion, we were going to play badminton but we were le tired.
Even though all my newpaper staffers always say "I'm not doing anything, call me anytime to work," Tim and I ended up shampooing the carpet in the Conglomerate office alone. It wouldn't have been so bad if the carpet had been cleaned anytime in the past, oh, say, ever. The first run with the carpet cleaner seemed really awesome because the dirty water looked like watered-down Hershey's syrup... however after 18 passes over the carpet and 8.5 hours later the water still looked like the exxon spill of '89... sans helpless seals.
Anyway, I feel like I haven't really seen either of my roommates in about 17 years and it's kind of making me wish that school would start again so we could hang out. I'm also ready for school to start again so that I can stop making my own schedule, which might sound nice, but in fact results in many hours of hitting the snooze button. I'm still fitting 9 hours of work in on a good day, but you know you've gone mad when you work 9 hours and think you had a good day.
Tomorrow is Chris Parham's birthday. I'm supposed to find him a hot, rich girl who's not mean or crazy, so if you know anyone like that, let me know.
Oh yeah, and we're about to start pulling books in the bookstore so send in your damn schedule. Unless you graduated and then, I hate you, have fun getting a job.
And another thing: Tim and I have been together for two and half years today, which is a little more than 1/10 of my life. And we still give eachother goosebumps and like to hang out. You can't ask for much more.
Congratulations. Love you, and Tim's pretty cool too, I guess.
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I want a Jack Lelane Power Juicer. I wonder if we could juice cupcakes with that?
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