January 2011
31 posts
An ode to Aria Stey
Oh Aria Stey,
with eyes as brown as whisky.
You are, in my mind, the epitome of perfection.
So perfect, that toasters follow you home at night,
and while some say that you are a joke,
I laugh in their faces, for they do not see
how sly and cunning you really are.
I only hope that one day, I will be able to
truly follow in your crooked footsteps and
beat the number of consecutive days of...
Oh Swan Princess...
Megan and I are watching the swan princess for the fifth bazillionth time. Here are some observations of mine:
So, Odette can talk to her animal friends, right? So… could she talk to them before she was part swan? Or can she talk to them now that she is part swan? But she still talks to them after she’s not part swan… but no one else can. Huh…
If an old creepy murderous...
“Why was I born a perfectionist that can’t draw!”
– Megan Harrington
I'm an Alpha Psi Omega til I die.
I’ve realized throughout all of the confusion and discrepencies one thing and one thing only:
We will always have each other, and as long as we have each other, we will all be alright.
Can we please take a picture with the 21 of us? I would really love that.
Love you APO,
Sister Mirus
My life is a cabaret... old chum.
So last night, we decided to have a fort party.
For those of you who aren’t quite sure what that details, I will tell you: A fort party is a party where you make a large blanket fort and then drink inside of it.
Such a good idea, right? Well, I still think so, but it turns out that really, my life is a joke.
The night included:
A television breaking
Burnt cookies
Christmas lights in...
The hysterics of Figaro.
John- “Why do you think it repeats so much?”
Ricky- “Mozart ran out of lyrics.”
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John- “He likes it in the garden.”
Joseph- “Yeah, because he is thorny… get it?”
...
Stupid dog.
I hate my dog, she is such a dumb ass.
I was cleaning today and I can only guess that a tube of sealed m&m’s fell off the counter. She decided to run and hide them under the couch.
She gnawed the hard plastic tube in half, ate all of the m&m’s, and then growled under the couch when we tried to get her out.
So then my sister and I got to drown her in hydrogen peroxide until...
The many reasons why I hate snow.
Unlike rain, I have to shovel snow to move it out of my way.
It’s cold and wet.
When it snows, everyone instantly forgets how to drive.
Everyone thinks that snow is pretty. Do they like the yellow snow too? Or how about the nice black snow? Nope, only the white snow. That’s snowist people. I hate all snow the same, I don’t discriminate.
Hmph.
Every year I always try to make a new years resolution. Not because of the principal of it, but because I feel like that is what you are supposed to do.
I can never remember what it is when the new year rolls around, which means I never actually stick with it.
Anyways- I’ve made one this year and I think I might actually stick with this one. It’s a baby step with what my ultimate...
“I am so clever that sometimes I don’t understand a single word of what I...”
– Oscar Wilde
My analysis of broom-ball.
Today I went to my very first broom-ball game. This is the new sport that my brother plays at college.
The definition of broom-ball is: a game similar to ice hockey, usually played on a rink, in which the players,
often not wearing skates, use brooms instead of hockey sticks to shoot a volleyball
into the opponent’s goal.
Aubrey’s definition of broom-ball: A bunch of guys...
So. bored.
Going. Stir crazy.
Can’t. Sit still. Anymore.
Please. Help.
My brother knows me so well.
Andrew: Do I want to go bowling tonight?
Me: Oh, I want to go!
Andrew: With (blank) and (blank), no you’re not coming, you don’t get a choice.
Me: Why not?
Andrew: Because (blank) is obnoxious and you will try to fight him.
Me: Oh, you know me so well.
