I seriously loved ALL your comments yesterday.
You should read what Clint commented on yesterday's blog- such a sweetie.
And if you have any prank stories, I would love to hear them.
Especially pranks on hubbys.
Maybe I'll use them on my husband.
Who is gone, by the way and I'm a baby about it. Whose hand am I supposed to hold now?! It's totally throwing off my groove. All I want to do now is eat cookies [i made some bomb chocolate oatmeal ones] and watch the bachelorette! Do you watch? I used to make fun of people who watch and now I'm one of them. I don't even care.
Can we just talk about how I want to punch Bently square in the shnoz?!
I don't even think he's a teeny bit attractive.
"Out of the 25 guys, I can promise you that 24 are here for you."
"I don't care about Ashley, but I wasn't going to pass up a chance to mess with her head."
You can call me a bum if you want, but I think Ashley is sort of ridiculous about it too. Not saying I would be perfect in the situation, I think that's just a crazy situation to put yourself in, but I still want to shake her and tell her to marry JP. He's almost as sweet and attractive as Clint. He's my favorite. Whose yours? I might cry if she sends him home.
Now commencing the boring rant portion of my blog.
When I decided to attend the school of the devils, I thought they were just talking about the mascot.
Remember how I had to get a medical withdrawal from last semester? Remember how all my hard work and studied hours and prepared projects went to waste? Remember how I paid about 4K for the semester? Oh, not to mention the week I spent in the hospital being woken up every morning by needles being thrusted in my arm. Want to know how much they refunded me?! $1400. And now they took away my scholarship. I have to do all this smelly work to try to get it reinstated, even though it was from a documented medical withdrawal. That means another trip to the doctor and getting another doctors note. Did you know they charge 50 smackaroos for those things?! 50 big ones for a simple 3 sentence letter. No one seems to be able to give me direct answers either. It's more like "I think" or "I guess" ...is what you do to get your scholarship back. Let's not gamble my future away, k friends? "I guess" is not a good enough answer when we're talking about it if I'm going to be going to school next semester. Moral of the story: after the hosital bills, dr visits, perscriptions, emergency room co-pays, missing a month of work, missing out on a semester of school, and all that business...it is way to expensive to get sick. I learned my lesson. No more for me. Oh, and being sick is frustrating too. Just avoid it.
Now you can see my angry eyes!
[toy story anyone?]
Just kidding. Those are far from angry eyes, I just never pass up an opprotunity to share wedding photos. You're not sick of them or anything are you?!