whipperwools

what a day.

and now that THE homecoming weekend is officially upon us, i have much to do and little time to do it in.

senior mayhem.

i think that's why i love homecoming saturday so much - you do a bunch of prepatory junk all morning and afternoon, and it really hypes you up to be so busy all day getting ready for this big event.

kind of like christmas, except your only present is being pretty, which, i must say, makes it a close second to the aforementioned holiday.

so, guess what?

I CAN'T WAIT.

other notes:

happy birthday, erin! i love you!

if your sociology teacher says the words "the," "dying," and "rooms" in that order, plug your ears. if your sociology teacher turns on a television set after saying those three words in that order, leave.

the ingredients in potted meat are actually grosser than the title implies.

jack handy for president.