First of all my apologies for not blogging for nearly a month. Life has been a bit of a whirlwind recently. So I am sitting here moving all of my belongings into Lisa's room wondering how on earth my situation changed so dramatically fast. A week ago Angeli announced to us that she was moving to Lander. She left last sunday. And now I am going to room with Lisa. Its a really good thing but there is something about this that makes me feel so much like I have given up. Of course I have so I guess that would be the natural conclusion. Oh well I have issues bla bla bla - now for fun blogging/gossipping

Hey Alana guess who got caught for drinking! (It wasn't me) Mwa hahahahahahahahaha I feel powerful and evil. Mwa hahahahahahaha......hahahaha....haha...ha

Okay anyway enough of the psychoness. Guess what I am listening to? BRITNEY!!!!!!!

okay seriously, enough of the psychoness

like I said - I have issues. They stem from my very traumatic childhood and my mother.

Sorry I have been taking psychology too long. Here is a list of the mental disorders that I have diagnosed myself with:
-narcolepsy
-schizophrenia
-insomnia
-anomic aphasia
-broca's aphasia
-obsessive compulsive disorder
-dissociative identity disorder
-hypochondria (haha)
-antisocial disorder
-borderline personality
-innate evilness

Okay so maybe I didn't learn about that last one in psychology. It was just a natural conclusion.

So yay! Guess who turns 19 on Saturday!!!!!! Me!!!!! Yeah its going to be awesome. My boyfriend has booked the two of us tickets to Italy. We will be gone a week, half of it touring Italy and then the other half Southern France.

Or not

I am starting to think that maybe I shouldn't have superglued my posters to the wall. That Justin Timberlake one is going to be really hard to take down. Luckily my data poster (from Star Trek) came right off - Awww the symbolism....

Ok random question.... do you ever realize that you have some really dysfunctional friendships? I have been having that realization quite frequently lately. (Not with anyone that reads this blog of course) (well actually....) (if you don't understand don't ask) (I didn't)
(YES YOU DID!) (NO I DIDN'T!) (WILL YOU STOP ARGUING!) (I WASN'T!) (ok so maybe its me that's dysfunctional)

So um somehow my cluster has become party central. This is call for much amusement because I (as a sober person) have been blessed with the opportunity to see some of my very dear friends make complete a**es (keepin it G just for you Angeli) out of themselves. There seems to be a very high percentage of funny drunks in my group of friends. What does this mean? I have been a bit curious...

Ok so in honor of my previous posting, I present you with another horrible and morbid joke:

So there is this really famous conductor of an orchestra gives a nearly flawless performance. It was spectacular. The only problem was when he missed one single note that I am sure no one in the audience actually noticed because who on earth would be listening that carefully? Anyway the conductor is devastated. He starts wondering around backstage and finally goes to his boss and explains that he just isn't good enough of a conductor to complete his work. The manager is shocked and informs him that he can't quit because he has a contract. The conductor becomes angry and grabs the old civil war rifle off of the wall and shoots and kills the manager. (note: this is a violent joke but I shall try to keep it G.) Naturally the conductor is arrested, sent to trial, convicted and sent to the electric chair. Somehow though, he survives the electrocution. So since he had completed his sentence he is sent back to the orchestra. This time the performance is flawless but it doesn't make a difference cuz he still wants to quit. The new manager bravely tells him no but he becomes angry and shoots down some security guards as he leaves. Again, he is arrested, convicted and sent to the electric chair. The jury decides to be extra careful so they call for a building blackout so all the energy can be set on him. Again however he survives and is sent back to the orchestra. The conductor the next night doesn't even try to finish the performance. He just pulls out a machine gun and starts firing. This time the jury calls for a city wide blackout. The conductor is knocked out cold. They through him in a coffin and send him to buried. However during the burial they hear a knocking on the coffin so they open it up and inside is the conductor smiling. Annoyed the people decide to ask him how on earth he is surviving these executions. He smiles and says "like I said - I am not a good conductor"

Now that I have officially rotted your minds I shall leave to go recover from the horrible joke.