the weekend.

note: tiny edit, at bottom.

i'm really not sure how life could get any better, excepting the fact if john krasinski asks me to marry him, of course. i wish good rap music would be less vulgar. dangg. dl;safjkal;sdkfjsa.

so new pictures on facebook, if you're on! i'll think about uploading them on hurr. OU was sooooo good. i love amber. love love LOVE her. and darryl philbin is just AMAAAZING. oh, excuse me. craig robinson. i'll be selling his autographs for fifty bucks apiece. i'm thinking i might go greek next year, and rush. the drinking and partying kinda worry me, ...but maybe i'll pull an amber and get through? lol.

things are actually starting to get rollin'. i'm a bit more excited about college now, although one of my friends had some difficulties with admissions, and now isn't going there anymore. i was reeeally disappointed when he told me about that. [stupid peru.=] all the same, i'm not dreading the onset of going in-state THAT much anymore....although, it still doesn't thrill me. but OU has really good food, and reportedly, an amazing gym. (yeah, that's an oxymoron...)

driving down there was a witch, dinner reeally late [wraps!] was very fun, all those HD's and HI's exquisite, smoky clothes, astrology, sexy turn-ons, and if you were gay...., long john silver's, sleeping late, cutting in line, comedy shows with hott black men, frat parties and beer pong, deep meaningful conversations about past loves (and all that crap, amber), getting lost in oklahoma city for an hour, refusing to ask for directions, the apple store and seeing morgan again!, the bank, gas, and target (all in quick succession), asian shopping with a complete know-it-nothing, disgusting starfruit bubble tea, pictures, missing all the right exits, a terribly late dinner at cheddar's, and driving home with raspberry lemonade. also, almost ending up in locust grove.

today, i'm resolving all the bad things in my life.
can i just say that i'm reeally, reeeeeeeally happy about everything right now?

"I WANT TO FREAKING KILL YOU."
"Oh, happy dagger."
"I just went through puberty! Who wants to stroke my mane?"
"CHARLIE!"



oh, and i forgot to add: i met a really cute guy with a fantastic smile. andd, i'm still a little obsessed with him right now. =] (just so i don't forget, his name is sean.) calling people stupid never really gets old ("you're like the pet retard everyone wants to bring to school!"), and sometimes photographs bring back real sad memories. i don't like rejection. no, not a fan at all, indirect or subtle as it may be. that's it. [this really wasn't enough for a new blog, hah.]