Dear life, I love you. Jenni And, oh my god, tomorrow is hockey, and party, and show, and more party. It’s possible I may die of awesome right now. OK. For real this time: I’ll see you next week, dudes.
Dudes, something smells bad in here and I do not want to make speculations. You know what was weird? Waking up to a thunderstorm at 5am. It’s nice that it’s warmish outside, but holy crap, I’m starting to pine for snow. It’ll be December this weekend! Also, how are we supposed to have broomball practice?? Last night, Matt and I ...
Hello, internet. How was your holiday? Mine was mas excellente, and here is a list of reasons why: Tuesday evening, Matt and I went to Keegan’s for dinner and trivia. Now, I am a trivia genius, provided the questions revolve around any of the following: – puffins– geologic history– 80s television– fitness and nutrition– Soviet constructivism– random bits of music ...
I’ll have you know that I am very wound-up today. I just wrote an essay about puffins, and it had no fewer than 20 exclamation points. I really like puffins. Anyway! Last night, I had to work late to do an upgrade, and was stunned to realize upon leaving the office that the sun was nowhere to be found. Stupid ...