The Library

I'm not sure what I'm still doing here. This place frightens me. There's a low humming sound that's shaking the floor, the desk, everything around me. I feel like the entire building will suddenly combust. I came in here to pass the time until meeting with Lyndsey, only to find an e-mail from her saying that she doesn't feel well and won't be able to communicate effectively, so we rescheduled for tomorrow. I was almost thinking of asking her the same thing because I'm really not in the mood, but I thought it would be best for me to actually study before my chem midterm on Friday. I don't know why I think that I have time to be doing this right now. The library is so intimidating (and potentially dangerous if you ask me) that I can't bring myself to do actual work. I should just go home. But I feel like, now that I'm here, I should try and actually be productive. Although it's a bit hard with my entire left arm covered in rat scratches. Don't even ask.

Now, thinking about all of the things I want to write, I can't even attempt to get to them all. I'm not even going to try. Maybe another day. Blah, I need to get out of this god forsaken place.

Happy Half-Birthday to Me!!!

Yay!!!

Daddio

In case you were wondering what my dad does:

Mix Online (An article from a recent Mix magazine)
My favorite line: "This place is pimped-out, to say the least."
Go daddy!!!



On another note, I really love the deal I have going right now with Ray. We're taking turns treating each other to lunch every Wednesday and it's really nice. Despite spending $10 on root beer (since when are refills not free?), it was really great and we def have to keep doing this.

Picture Recap

I haven't posted pictures here in a long, long time. It's time to catch up.

I miss Blake.


And my KC Deane.


I think this is going to turn into a picture story of the year (school year) up until now. I can't believe I've been so lame about posting pictures. Forgive me.

There were parties.


And kissing.


Matching plaid.


Sun. PDX. What?


Cuties.


Sometimes we are black and white.


Sometimes there are sunsets.


We go to pool hall formals. And lose. Oh yes we lose. We lose at pool, but not popularity.


Tedros likes pool too.


I swear I am not THAT vain. But I do like this picture. And sparkles.


I also like wigs.


We had a juggler/entertainer at a basketball game.


We match. In case you didn't notice.


My g-ma tried to eat my face.


We gave thanks. To the Schumers.


Everyone was there.


And they were hott.


Hot like Pellolio, who rocks the guitar hero.


So much love.


Josh got plastered and naked. Again.


We welcomed Serena to the family.


I went home to my real family.


My real family likes to take pictures too.


OK, maybe I am that vain.


Had fun at Ulrika's with the LA gang.


Christmas with the Bourne's


Alex likes guitar.


We eat fondue and are very Swiss.


Then I took a road trip with Ulrika to Santa Cruz/San Francisco.


There were big, scary elephant seals.


We went to the Mystery Spot and stayed with Birte.


Then stayed with Eva. Here's the view from the roof:


And on to San Anselmo with Pellolio.


Where we were hot in the tub. Or in the hot tub.


I flew back to Portland and trained up to Washington for a tea party.


When I got back to Reed, it was frozen over.


But I had a cocktail party anyway:








And ate gourmet cake.


Drank.


Did all sorts of really bad things. But how can we resist?


I mean, we're young and in college and basically awesome.


Jake is one of my new favorite people, by the way.


The Girls. I know, we're adorable.



Apparently I drink Carlo Rossi...but I don't quite remember.


More of the San Anselmo gangstas.


We're awesome!!!



From these pictures, it looks like I partied all year and had the time of my life. But really, it flew by and I felt like I was studying the entire time and had no time for friends. I hope to change that soon. I love my friends- they are all wonderful in their own little ways and I want to see more of them. More, more, MORE!!! And that's why I'm having a dinner party on Friday. Taco night, to be exact.