the only way i have ever known it's homecoming week, is when they light up the Y on the mountain. #schoolspirit

Today is a good day.

I woke up early and went running. my professor wrote me a paragraph note on how I rocked my midterm even calling my writing sophisticated, entertaining and insightful. Though she sounded surprised, which I kind of resented haha. Now i'm listening to the song below while sitting on the roof of the JFSB in the sunshine. Lovely.

i don't believe i could ever get sick of this cover.

sometimes, all you want to do is give everyone a big fat collective sucker punch in the face.

but then you get an email from your best friend and all is well. You even find yourself laughing at the melodrama that seemed important a moment ago.

god bless missionary letters.

a slice of the email:
"If I were there, i'd dance the crap out of your dance party and then I'd take you to eat sushi and pay for ya and then I'd sing you that song and then we'd eat pumpkin pie which is your favorite and then we'd eat guacomole while listening to beirut on our colorful rug with the sun setting in the horizon until fall whispers in our ears that it wants us to go climb the trees so we'd go do that by ryan rocks house and then swing on that swing. He's way hot by the way. What is his last name? I totally forgot."

hahahahahah. ma best friend's better than yours;)

My shift supervisor called me while I was working today. She had a phone number for me from a Norman. Apparently Norman saw me working last night and though I was cute or something, so this morning he went to the service desk and had them call the Open Access Labs, who then called me working in the SWKT to give me his number. Ridiculous you say? I thought so too.

Dear Norman,
I'm sorry but how did you know I was working again in the SWKT again this morning? I believe you even said that I worked from seven to eleven. On a scale of one to creepy, that gets creepy as hell. I did not talk to you. You should not know my work schedule! Second, I'm flattered that you were interested from afar but it's much more flattering if you actually come and talk to me. That way if I decided to take your number, which I didn't, I would at least know what I was getting myself into. With the name Norman, aka the crazy man from Psycho, you cannot get away with being creepy in any measure. All I've been doing is wondering how likely is it you have your dead mother's skeleton sitting in a rocking chair, locked away in your apartment. Third, I don't know..I just felt like I should have a third.
kay, see you never!
Joni

because Solange is awesome.

It's my birthday today! As i watched my time as a 21 year old dwindling I got sad as I contemplated 22.  Would I automatically become boring?? You hear about the 21 year old time being the best year of your life. Was that really over? Would I suddenly stop enjoying dancing? Would the urge to get married and have babies suddenly fall upon me? Would I quit staying up late to do spontaneous idiotic things? Would the need to have adventures suddenly leave me? I started feeling panicky and reckless. As my birthday loomed closer I decided that I had to spend my last moments as a 21 year old and first moments as a 22 year old doing something crazy.

And that's how I ended up streaking with a friend through a park at midnight.

Way to nip boring in the butt.