hey emily, let's change your last name to beiber and start a band. PERFECT!

Okay so Wednesday. Class. Work. Homework. Usual.

However, while bitching about my excessive educational expectations to Emilia we come up with this great idea. A business if you will:

But then we decide hey. Instead why don't we just post flyers around Barbour as a joke!

GREAT, RIGHT!?

THE CONVO THAT MADE THIS ALL POSSIBLE:

"save me from schooool

i wanna eat, pray, and love

i wish i could

i'm drowning

such a struggle

i have literally accomplished nothing today

me too

i'm dying

why can't i produce work

right?

i wish there was some magical solution for all my problems

alcohol

duhhhhhh

omg what am i thinking

haha

jeez but i need a work maker

or doer

hm, let's ask some random people around campus

tell them we'll pay them with our bodies

YES! YOU'RE BRILLIANT

i'll start working on the flyer

GAHH CAN'T WAIT

ASAP. I NEED THIS WORK DONE SOON!

truth

what should our heading be?

for the flyer

wait i'm gonna write a sloge.

"want some action? want some head? get me an a. and i'll be in your bed"

hm, i originally had : you do our homework and we'll do you!

that's great!

i like it

but i'll put the rap as the description of our services

we gon do it

hey it's better than antrhax

why can't i spell

because our brains are too full

too full

hence why we're doing this

yus."

Just another average day...

Okay so may I first acknowledge that it's been a damn while. Life has been pretty average. Just taking each day as it comes...

Aside from my unappealing array of school work this semester i'm definitely living it up.

Let me outline the highlights of the day. An average Tuesday with my future roommates:

12pm: lunch in the Barb. Nothing unusual;terrible as usual. However upon exit while referencing a pathetically mental lost soul in our hall way, that previously mentioned lost soul then protrudes through the door way. BAM! mean girls caught in action. which is not even real life...but jeez. definitely caught in quoted reference, not that it wasn't well deserved. as the girl is a true psychcopalypse. but woahhh. we then proceed to awkwardly change subject and run upstairs squealing.

you me and the war of the enzymes.

now onward to bio lab. our 2:30-6:00pm endosperm extravaganza. such a party. although after a successful trip to Meijers we find we are a half hour late for class. As a half hour is not a significant chunk of time in this class, we proceed in going. Although when pulling into the parking lot this prospect doesn't seem as enticing. So instead, we begin our own biological journey. Down the trails of the Botanical Gardens. Sunshine, laughter, enlightenment. so much insight in da treess.

"daze lion tummy"

our journey continues with a forecast of swing sets and Biesters, yet we contact an unforseeable circumstance. Huron and State. A no turn on LEFT. two signs. very evident. but of course we cannot go out of our way and turn back around. We must go now. Cops? What are the chances.

Pretty damn probable. Just as we are "parking" in front of Barbour. We is confronted. You don't do those kindsa thangs. Of course Hilary sweet lips talked her way out: some dicket=no ticket. whatever works.

Hilar den finds Josh Lohman. A long journey reaches triumph. and we (she) stalks to no avail.

The night is young...