A Dustland Fairytale

Once upon a time...

...there was a beautiful princess named Amanda. She loved pretty dresses and sunglasses and ponies and punk rock. But she had a secret. Every night when the sun set, Amanda turned into a toothy and terrifying AMANDASAURUS REX! Miss Rex's blog is much more interesting and frequently updated than this one, so I advise you to proceed there... IF YOU DARE.

I'm having a pretty good day. =)


This morning, Katie and I went out for brunch at Denny's. Twas delightfully not-Lane-ish. My 1:15 class got cancelled, and the prof couldn't make it to my 3:00 so we got out at 4:20 instead of 5. Then we all smoked weed.

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Kate: I really love the - FRICKMUFFINS!

Kate: Whatcha doin
Me: Writing down the bread groups leaders' names so I can contact them for the Tartan.
Kate: Oh. I'd better step away before I look too interested.

Me: It can be your "Where's Sarah?" shirt. Wheres Waldo?! I mean... Sarah.

Sarah: I thought you said, "My teeth are sweating," and I was like, "...isn't that just spit?"

Gillian Kingsbury: I had a dream in which i wielded your quadruple lightsaber to save cara's ass. for in dreams the logic of how much one wouldn't work at all didn't apply. I was kickin bum and takin names

Martha: I love your shirt.
Me: Thanks! Do you know Cobra Starship?
Martha: Umm... I've heard of them...
Me: They're really dancey.
Martha: Then I would probably like them. I like to dance, even though I'm bad at it.
Me: Yeah, I can't dance either. I think it's cause my moves are white.... white hot, that is.

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