Stave It Off, One, Two, Three....
(Original title: Wha-wh-wh-wha-wh-what?)
What a weekend it has been. I've been on an emotional roller coaster for the last few days. I'll skip the not-so-good stuff.
As far as good news goes, I have a job now. I work at Sonic. So far I've been making drinks and stuff like that. Hopefully they'll have me carhopping some, too. That would be awesome.
I started that yesterday. Saturday night I spent the night at Melissa G's apartment. She had a bunch of people over for game night. We played Mad Libs and Mafia. Mafia is an awesome game. If you've never played that before, you need to. Brian Mays brought his 7-hundred-million-game thingie that actually only has about 30 games on it. I played this game involving a bird trying to feed its chicks. No, that wasn't a joke. Another game involved a penguin speed-running around Antarctica. Or some continent. It sure didn't look like Antarctica to me. More like Australia. I dunno. There were some pretty weird games on that, if you must know.
Sunday I went to church, watched several Friends episodes at Brian Booker's apartment (with several other people), went to church again, and then went to Mel G's for a short Bible study.
Monday I went to Jay's house for a cookout. A bunch of us girls were talking to Marat. He's a friend of Amy's from Turkey. He accepted Christ this weekend, which was really cool. Anyway, Ellen and Misti were telling him about all of us, and how we're all different. I couldn't agree more. I mean, I'm one of the weirdest people on the face of the Earth. And people still love me. Right guys? (Just kidding)
Today I got my weekly dose of (new material off of) Homestar Runner. Good gravy. That was hilarious. Now I'm gonna have that stupid "Stave It Off" song in my head all week. I actually started singing that at work, and everyone looked at me as if they wanted to give me a drug test. Ah, well. I think that's even funnier that the Thnikkaman (Yeah, shut up, kid!) and Eh! Steve combined. Until next week, that is. Anyway, I miss Homestar, though. He's the cutest thing in the world.
What a weekend it has been. I've been on an emotional roller coaster for the last few days. I'll skip the not-so-good stuff.
As far as good news goes, I have a job now. I work at Sonic. So far I've been making drinks and stuff like that. Hopefully they'll have me carhopping some, too. That would be awesome.
I started that yesterday. Saturday night I spent the night at Melissa G's apartment. She had a bunch of people over for game night. We played Mad Libs and Mafia. Mafia is an awesome game. If you've never played that before, you need to. Brian Mays brought his 7-hundred-million-game thingie that actually only has about 30 games on it. I played this game involving a bird trying to feed its chicks. No, that wasn't a joke. Another game involved a penguin speed-running around Antarctica. Or some continent. It sure didn't look like Antarctica to me. More like Australia. I dunno. There were some pretty weird games on that, if you must know.
Sunday I went to church, watched several Friends episodes at Brian Booker's apartment (with several other people), went to church again, and then went to Mel G's for a short Bible study.
Monday I went to Jay's house for a cookout. A bunch of us girls were talking to Marat. He's a friend of Amy's from Turkey. He accepted Christ this weekend, which was really cool. Anyway, Ellen and Misti were telling him about all of us, and how we're all different. I couldn't agree more. I mean, I'm one of the weirdest people on the face of the Earth. And people still love me. Right guys? (Just kidding)
Today I got my weekly dose of (new material off of) Homestar Runner. Good gravy. That was hilarious. Now I'm gonna have that stupid "Stave It Off" song in my head all week. I actually started singing that at work, and everyone looked at me as if they wanted to give me a drug test. Ah, well. I think that's even funnier that the Thnikkaman (Yeah, shut up, kid!) and Eh! Steve combined. Until next week, that is. Anyway, I miss Homestar, though. He's the cutest thing in the world.
3 Comments:
At 3:10 PM,
Reagan said…
Yeah, because Prophet Brian told us so.
And what about Wheaties? They're good for you. Just kidding...just the thought of eating that crap gives me irritable bowel syndrome.
At 7:43 AM,
Reagan said…
Grape Nuts? Blue monkey cult? Stave it off, babay!
At 7:47 PM,
Reagan said…
Yeah, what he said. I suppose.
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