2. I got inducted into Sigma Tau Delta today (it's the international English Honor Society). This is my first legitimate achievement that isn't sports related.
3. Most importantly, GREY'S IS ON TONIGHT! I know, I know, you love it too. I mean, who doesn't love Grey's? I seriously wish I was Christina Yang. Only Lauren fully understands my appreciation for all things Yang. Also, McSteamy...love him! Another fabulous part of it being time for Grey's is that I'm having a Skype date with my two favorites:
Lauren and Rommel!! In case you don't know, Rommel aka Stinky is my sister's dog. He's pretty much my favorite dog of all time (he plays dead when you pretend to shoot him, how could you not love him?) and I miss him dearly. Luckily, in one week we will all be reunited!
I also wanted to discuss the release of Modern Warfare 3. Those of you with boyfriends or brothers can appreciate my situation. I live with 2 boys, though I think "dude" would be a better word choice.I love my roommates (I'd hope so, Tim is one of them) and I can't complain about anything. Seriously, I would recommend living with dudes over girls any day. Anyway, my roommate loves to game and he's a yeller. I don't think "yeller" is even a remotely appropriate enough word. So clearly since MW3 came out there has been an excess of yelling. Now, some would assume that this would make me angry but I've actually found it quite entertaining. The sheer amount of ridiculous things being shouted in this apartment in the last few days is enough to fill a book. So, on that note I would like to leave you with a wonderful form of poetry I've recently discovered. It's called Broetry and it's officially my newest obsession:
by: Brian McGakin
We're not even out of the car yet, but
I've already been secretly searching.
Pull up, park, campus greeter(no). Unpack,
too much crap, elevator (almost,no).
Extra-long twin sheets, toothpaste,microwave
make sure to get the whiteboard up, make space
for the roommate's stuff, RA (no, again),
mini- fridge. Lunch break, dining hall, first time:
nothing good. It has to get better, right?
So many other things should be on my
mind- books, classes, friends- and I honestly
don't know when I might see my mom again,
but all at once the next four years look fine:
well that girl across the hall does at least.