okay...i work at the Admissions office as most of you know...so I was sitting there, typing away. I was doing very important work....like shopping online, reading reviews on the Gonzaga Bulldogs, and facebooking...and I caught a figure in my peripheral vision.  This figure was walking past me, but somehting seemed peculiar about him.  So, I did what any human would do...I looked at him. And yes, he was walking backwards.  I said, "Hi.  Is there anything I can help you with...?"  And he didn't look at me he just stopped and stared at a random spot on the wall.  I was like...maybe he didn't hear me..so, I said it again.  He finally looked at me, and said, "Where is the President's office?"  So I promptly told him.  About ten minutes later, security escorted him out and strictly told him, "Dont ever come back in this building."...I think that guy was mental.  Does anyone know who I'm talking about??...I've seen him around before..on campus.  And he walks backwards everywhere he goes.

He looks like he's from India or something.

maybe he's a terrorist.

yikes.

cheese and rice. So last night was probably one of the funniest nights of my life.  Okay, so you know when something happens and you at first kinda chuckle at it, and then your laughter begins to build, and grow, until finally it explodes and you find yourself in a tornado of tears, stomach aches, and sounds coming out of your mouth that you didn't think you could make...Well, that was the theme of last night.  the chemistry was impecable.  It was Christy, Kari, Lindsay, Rachel and I.  and dang, did we have fun.  I gurantee that many people on the L, or in that fancy Chinese restaurant thought we were all tipsy or something, but we were simply high on life. 

So yesterday, Ellen (my roommate) and I were just talking in our room, when all of the sudden we heard screams and running and yelps coming from upstairs.  WE were like, oh man, what's going on...the all of the sudden..i hear this drip, drip, drip...Someone upstairs had clogged the toilet...which proceeded to overflow...which proceeded to cover the bathroom floor...which proceeded to leak through the bathroom floor...which proceeded to drip through me and Ellen's CEILING.  Gross.  I love NP houses. Best part was, the part of the ceiling that was leaking had big rust brown stains...this wasn't the first time this has happened.  Apalling..i know.  So yeah.  Next time your shower is too cold, or your milk goes sour, or you find a pube in your wonton soup...or you miss the busss...just think...worse things could happen...you could have poopy water leaking through your ceiling.

out.

So here I am..in MIAMI..heck yes...all night on the beach..everybody party all day, no work all play okay?...welcome to Miami..A-bendigo,..Ami-Ami.  man, this place is a little piece of heaven..minus the creepy mexican dude that keeps on riding his bike by this coffee shop and staring in the front window...aigh!  There are so many gay people here...and I am not talking metaphorically gay, I am speaking of gay in the literal sense...ha..like pierced nose, fohawk, and flowered shirts...yeah i said it...flowered shirts are hott/straight on hawaiians, but on just the average guy,...= GAY.  ha.  I love the people down here.  They are al so chill.  Just walking around in their swim trunks..(haha,..trunks?  who even says trunks anymore...) and their beach towels around their neck..sportin a hott tan all over thier bod.  I love it.  The humidity + my hair = a curly frizzy madness...they don't seem to agree..but hey.  No worries.  anywho...somebody comment on me..i love getting comments...love, Nay