1. jon wall.
arrived in time for a late lunch in slavin and several hours of hysterics as we filled one another in on the past 6 weeks. we explored and went on an expedition to the fifth floor conference room of harkins - think plush carpets, long mahogony (sp) tables, expensive plastic silverware designed to resemble fine silver (it even clinked like it!), beautiful stained glass windows with gorgeous campus views, confidential filing cabinets, and thirty plus red leather swivel chairs with a few matching chaise lounges.
my jonny looked spectacular as always - green lacoste polo (collar unpopped, as it should be!), corduroy blazer complete with stuckup pretentious emblem, straightleg pants, and a fresh haircut. i have to admit, i'm surprised pc's diversity police weren't after him for being so damn flamboyantly homosexual!!!
2. scorp scorp (what what!)
while upon our adventure, coldplay's green eyes rang from my purse, signaling a call from an amiga. she was down the street at the good ol' academy, hitting on former teachers and reveling in the wonder that was her senior year, when she decided to hit me uppp for some chillage. imagine her excitement upon finding out j dubya was in town. yeah. it was quite the reunion.
eager for more exploration, we tried to locate the costume closet in one of the theatres. alas, the basement was flooded, and as scorp and i were wearing flip flops, the mission was aborted. alas, next time, next time....
it really was just so wonderful to see those two gangsters. stories about gorgeous boston townhouse dorms and squirrel infested dormlife, drexel boys ("isn't that a good school, jon?" "oh no! it's like if someone from brown were to hook up with someone from ccri!") and ivy league frat parties, cologne klepto's and pit waxes and greek boys and gay boys and, god, i love my friends so much.
after they left, liv still hadn't returned from her romps with the bee eff, and i couldn't really focus on my bio stuff, so steve and i went grocery shopping. we filled one another in on the previous nights shenanigans whilst browsing for chocolate chip cookie dough flavored pop tarts (me) and reese's peanut butter cups (him). i was upset that i never quite made it over to cunningham yesterday (excuses: 1. weather! 2. those damn shoes!). afterwards i cooked pancakes, but it's been awhile, so we had to scrap a few... "how you know it's time to call domino's: when your pancakes are smoking and your dr. pepper explodes." once i got the hang of it, though, hambone proposed to me and jon eventually forgave me for taking so damn long. good times, good times.
okay, plato beckons. paper on the republic due friday, bio lab practical wednesday, chem lab due friday, more calc that i'm not understanding.... whatever, this weekend was wonderful so there's no way i'm complaining about anything.
So who's to worry
If our hearts get torn
When that hurt gets thrown
Don't you know this life goes on
And won't you kiss me
On that midnight street
Sweep me off my feet
Singing ain't this life so sweet