spring break?

jess and i at the wild horses monument.



it was a good day...


with my two best friends.


steven and clayton at the sushi place./


yum yum yum./





steve loves taking random picstures of me.


i want more ooh mami!







i drove the whole way. 300+ miles. and i did it in just over 3 hours. which means yeah i was going fast.


yaya roadtrip.


cute.

some random pictures.

me mel and derek at wsu for the ok go show.



here are a couple from chas's going away party.



the boy and i.



jessy poo and chassy poo.




daniel matt and i squishing. i dunno.



these are from my 21st birthday.


shots of buttery nipple.





shots of surfer on acid.




the end of the night. i won this hat from a vanilla ice dance off!!

this is when steve got his tattoo.


letting him squeeeze me.


curtis gave moral support too.


sad faces.




the finished product.

21 is wayyy too old for how irresponsible i still am.

ok so im sitting in my renaissance history class,
bored out of my mind.

i completely did not do an article for my journalism class,
and then made up this bullshit excuse about how im writing my article on a student
going to new orleans for an alternative spring break.
i therefore got an extension till two weeks from tomorrow,
however,
i dont know anyone doing such a thing,
so now i need to find a student who is actually doing this.


i have an english midterm at 2 that i only know about 50% of the information for,
bc i didnt study for it this past weekend,
so i am skipping my one oclock philosophy class to finish studying.




i have a journalism midterm on thursday,
that i havent begun studying for.
i have a PR midterm tomorrow
that i havent begun studying for.
am i really gonna study on my birthday?


i still havent been able to get a hold of the woman at salvation army
to do service learning for them,
and our first paper is already past due,
so im screwed.




oh and lets not forget,
i am still totally in love with the boy,
everyday things are better and good,
and 7months seems like no time at all.