Aight, enough of that. I'M DONE WITH SCHOOL FOR 8 WEEKS. Oh my heck, it feels so great. Actually, I still have this constant feeling that I need to be studying for patho. I thought for sure I was going to fail that clas. But noooooo it's over! Party party party! Just kidding, I wish.
So two years ago, my roommates and I moved in for summer semester. Little did we know how great it would be. As a celebration of the exact date, we had a bridal shower for Aimee. That guy better take care of her cause I'm gonna miss the crap outta her. My roommates and I went shopping for her gifts yesterday. One thing about Aimee- she always knew she would get married so she could have a baby- no waitin for her. So I went to the dollar store to get her a pregnancy test but accidently picked up the ovulation test. When I got to the register, the employee just looked at me and then said, "Um...I don't mean to get personal, but did you mean to get a pregnacy test or ovuation test?" The rest of the conversation was too awkward to post on a public blog. Loller coaster. Holla atcha hCG.
Gross, I can hear girls at my window "singing" Call Me Maybe. Someone please tell me why that song exists. Other things that should also not exist: The Bachelorette, Scoreboard Grill, Newt Gingrich, orange construction cones, raisins in cookies, Anne Hathaway.
I was just reminded of an unfortunate incident a week ago. I was getting out of my car at my house and lo and behold, B-Money is standing right there. Trying to contain all giggles, I started nice small talk. He eventually asked me if he could use my bathroom. Which was then followed by him sampling his new CDs and a live performance for my roommates and me. We hinted he should leave and he asked us for a ride home. I may or may not have told him I needed to go visiting teaching and ran to Dan's aparment. So bad. If you don't understand, here's a sample.
