Hey Reader,

So this is what’s been going on:

I survived my two weeks of Hell (proof of my survival = me typing this entry). I was so happy about this monumental accomplishment that I unmounted from the Horse-of-Motivation. This is me failing to get back on said Horse. I was moderately sick all week, when all of the sudden, I woke up on Saturday feeling like death. But I didn’t let that stop me from having a glorious weekend, and this is what I did:

I was re-attached to Cherrie’s hip, and we had a 72 hour Hang-out-a-thon. Aren’t you jealous? I know, me too. This is what happened during our trip to Des Moines Friday night:

    5 < Number of times we got lost in one night < 71,254,108,519,538

Then we went to Miyabi, a decent sushi place downtown that had hideous decor. And as all great sushi restaurants go, Miyabi had zero Asian people working there. The sushi was decent, but far too spendy for the weak atmosphere and mediocre experience.

When we finally found our way home, we went to Hollywood Video (NOTE: Ames does not have a Blockbuster) to rent movies. We rented The Departed, and Troy (I had to watch it for extra credit). Then Cherrie, technically, “slept over”, though, there was no actual sleeping involved. We stayed up till 8 in the morning.

Then yesterday, I started and finished Twilight, an apparently very popular teen novel. That was between 400-500 pages of enlightening high-school-heart-fluttering-unrealistic-melting-dreaminess that I digested pretty much the entire day / night. I hope that my next boyfriend is a 100-year-old studly vampire who drives an Aston Martin (what the book is about.)

That pretty much summarizes my fantastic / extremely enviable weekend. Unless something exceptionally interesting happens in the near future, my next blog will unquestionably be about how much I despise MIS (Management Informations Systems) class. I bet you are just dancing in your seat about that, am I right, Reader?

I know I am!

LOVE,

Rachel

P.S. I have a humidifier and several gallons of water in the air. I thought that was pretty cool.


One Response to “Getting Lost = My Forte.”  

  1. 1 Liz

    i hope your next boyfriend is a hundred year old aston martin driving vampire too, haha. as long as he doesnt try and suck my blood, of course.

    and really? several gallons? thats pretty impressive for such a cute little thing!

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