...because Megan is here. Our room is still in the beautification process. Expect an international spectacle of amazingness. We'll try to update our decorations/themes throughout the year.
Things to look forward to:
1) Megan's drunk Santa cup
2) Chrismakah (Chrismakkah, Chrismaka??)
3) Easter-over (Passeaster)
4) A pet fish, perhaps.
5) Dead plants galore
My lovely step-monster just emailed some photos from my new home on Bay State Road. If the two of us look like drowned rats, it's only because we schlepped stuff for basically two days straight. My muscles hurt just thinking about it...wait, they actually do hurt, I'm sore and out of shape.
Anyway, enjoy the photos. Don't you wish you went to BU?
My house!
We have a piano!
Two sexy schleppers/super shoppers/partners in crime/interior design EXPERTS
It's a lot cleaner (ish) now, I promise!
Yup, I built a bookshelf- with my bare hands (and Donna's, and a nifty lime-green screwdriver!)
Exhausted!
Special thanks to Pinkalicious (AKA P-Spackles)- my storage consultant/chauffeur, and of course, friend.
Guess who's back? Back again... Yup, you guessed it, I'm back at school, and oh wow, is Boston F-A-B-U-L-O-U-S. The weather is beautiful, the faces familiar, and the bagels are even more amazing than I remember. What more could a girl ask for?
Apparently everyone likes sending photos of disease ridden rodents.
These are from my dad:
This one's in the Boston Commons.
This is particularly creepy...
I am hella frustrated right now. I was trying to upload a fabulous video for you, but I just can't get it to work. I even called my favorite computer consultant, and he couldn't help. So instead, I'll just have to regale you with my exciting exploits in the world of packing for school. Or more accurately, procrastinating and not packing for school.
The things I did instead packing:
1) Escaped to College Park for a night of...debauchery.
2)Had unnecessary IM conversations about nothing.
3)Placed my clothing into neat piles to the extent that my room looked like the aftermath of an organization bomb. (Think clothing everywhere, but folded and separated by category.)
4) Over-checked my blog stats (like they're really going to change over the span of a few minutes).
5) Curled up with a really soft sweatshirt and napped for 3 hours.
And the photo documentation begins:
Oreo decided to help AKA jump on every piece of clothing I added to my suitcase.
He totally is a boy: note his passion for the mysterious female undergarments.
Quote: "I hate squirrels!!" Why? I asked, "because they're creepy and they jump out of garbage cans like raaahhh" ~ Alana
Up until that point I don't think I have laughed so hard... and then coming out of my 8am, I see probably the only thing that could make being up that early worth any while...
I hope you like it !!!
Come visit sometime, hope to see you around.
Frank
Top 5 reasons why I hate squirrels:
1) They're rodents
2) When you make eye contact with them, they stare you down
3) They probably have diseases
4) They make really scary duck sounds
5) They jump out of random places and scare the sh*t out of you.
Just a cute compilation to save for a rainy day.
I've spent the past 2 days living in a frat house, and it does not defy expectations. The bathrooms smell like urine/vomit, the floors are littered with garbage and beer cans seem to be the decoration of choice.
I've provided some photo documentation of the horrifying living conditions, so you can see for yourself what it means to be a frat boy. If only these photos were scratch and sniff...
The Hallway- note the extremely random broken record pieces.
The bathroom sink
Now would be a good time to use smellography.
A lot of that bedding has been peed on.
