I'm on a blogation. I'll still be reading your posts through Google reader or Bloglines every few days so I can keep up with what's happening in your lives/head. As always, you can email me - shmeder at gmail.

I won't be coming back here.

Saturday, August 05, 2006

I got out of my car this morning to continue the walk of shame when I ran into my neighbor. He asked me if I had any problems from the lightening storm from Tuesday night. I told him it fried my modem and my router. I got lucky. He lost a computer, television, stereo system and microwave. His homeowners insurance should foot the bill for most of it. At least I don't have that fish out of water feeling anymore.

I'm just now sitting down to start my homework that is due tomorrow for clinical. It's going to take me a few hours and all I really want to do is open all the windows and doors, curl up with a good book and enjoy the rain. I miss recreational reading. I feel out of touch with literature these days. I have 9 or 10 months to go. Then I am golden!

Last night was a fucking blast. It was unpredictable and chaotic. Just the way I like my nights out to be. When I got home I needed to go to bed to catch at least an hour of sleep before going to the kickball tournament. My alarm went off. I got up. Then I decided to close my eyes for just one more second. Fuck. That didn't happen. I slept through the whole thing. There's always next year...

Highlights from last night:

The Drews.

"Karen's getting beat up by a hooker!" - Shelly

"I am much better looking than him. Here, check out my six-pack." - Some guy named Javier at Lipgloss


"Those chicks just followed you down the street to get you to twirl for them." - Karen
"Is twirling some sort if lesbionic thing?" - Shelly
"Did you just make up lesbionic? Have you been watching the Bionic Woman lately?" - Karen

"I can't get this door open."


"I'm sorry."


Dancing to Joy Division with Shelly.

Ringer tee bartenders that put liquor in their drinks.


"Here, lick my star." - Karen to star stamping doorman at Lipgloss


"That's the biggest load of shit line I've heard in a long ass time." - Karen

$3.40 cab fare.

Porch swings.


The Drews.