my college experience can be summarized somewhat accurately by the following scenarios:
1. the first time i was photographed in the crimson white i was dressed as bellatrix lestrange, a deranged witch from the harry potter series. i had on a wig and a dress titled by its creator as "vampire countess."
2. the second time i was photographed in the crimson white i had a bright blue butterfly on my face and was accredited, along with yates, as having sang two original songs. these songs were in fact written by patty griffin.
WIN.
to date, senior year has included:
1. a run from the car to the rec in which pends and i got drenched. we subsequently dried our pants off in the women's locker room using the swimsuit dryer. this entailed us standing sans pants in rain jackets for the duration of the dry time.
2. accidently going to a class in ten hoor 114 instead of ten hoor 119. the teacher asked how many people were freshmen and everyone raised their hand. i then got up and walked out. for me it seems, crimson is illegible handwriting.
3. copious amounts of kettle corn.
4. two viewings of the film inglourious basterds.
5. a humongous girl crush on zooey deschanel, culminating in my proposition of marriage to her via my blog title and also my twitter account. it is also listed under my activities on facebook. zooey, if you're reading this, call me.
6. discovering with great enthusiasm, textsfromlastnight. i laughed so hard trying to regale kate, reagan and ruth with one that snot came out of my nose.
also i watched a movie on nanook of the north. the first documentary about an eskimo who ultimately died of starvation.
rollll tide.
