In one week from today I will be done with my first year of college.
I don't really have anything else to say about that. Nothing funny. Nothing poetic. Simply that it'll be done and gone.
That's weird, because my dorm room is what I refer to as "home" now. But next year my home will change again. Even in a week my home will change, because I will never ever live in this room that I'm sitting in right now ever again.
Also. Did anybody else notice that done and gone are a letter off but they don't rhyme or anything fun? That's a sure bummer.
I could've had so much fun with that.
I hope to blog every day in summer times. Or at least every other. Who knows! Maybe I'm just saying that and I plan to never blog again.
Muhahahah!
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
I know. I know.
I really suck at blogging these days. But when the day comes where I have time to write again, you'll be so amazed with all my stories (and all my non-stories because I'm too busy to even have stories!). Ohh man. The stories I have.
They'll get you.
But I just needed to take 5 minutes and blog to mention the fact I am sitting at my counter, attempting to work on my emcee script (ah yes! One of those stories I mentioned before), as well as my English research paper outline (which is a beast if I ever saw one). And what is distracting me?
Five people have locked themselves in my room and are belting Les Mis. while watching the lyrics on the computer. I'm experiencing my very own Les Mis. Karaoke.
Right now it's "On My Own". Before that it was "I Dreamed a Dream".
It's fun for me. To hear this. To hear them. *cough sarcasm cough*
I would yell something like, "JUST STOP ALREADY OHMYGOSH. You're RUINING THE SONG. and my LIFE."
But, the reason I can't do that is because last week I was locked in their room doing the exact same thing. We may have even filmed it (but then it got deleted...Amy...)
They're beautiful. Those hoarse, cracking, somewhat manly voices are what make my world go round. So keep it up kids. I don't care if I fail my paper.
Keep. It. Up.
They'll get you.
But I just needed to take 5 minutes and blog to mention the fact I am sitting at my counter, attempting to work on my emcee script (ah yes! One of those stories I mentioned before), as well as my English research paper outline (which is a beast if I ever saw one). And what is distracting me?
Five people have locked themselves in my room and are belting Les Mis. while watching the lyrics on the computer. I'm experiencing my very own Les Mis. Karaoke.
Right now it's "On My Own". Before that it was "I Dreamed a Dream".
It's fun for me. To hear this. To hear them. *cough sarcasm cough*
I would yell something like, "JUST STOP ALREADY OHMYGOSH. You're RUINING THE SONG. and my LIFE."
But, the reason I can't do that is because last week I was locked in their room doing the exact same thing. We may have even filmed it (but then it got deleted...Amy...)
They're beautiful. Those hoarse, cracking, somewhat manly voices are what make my world go round. So keep it up kids. I don't care if I fail my paper.
Keep. It. Up.
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