So, i am officially scheduled to move back in the dorms next year. It is exciting, but stressful all at the same time. I am signed up for a room in couch for next year...which is exciting. However, i am currently roommateless, which stinks. I NEED ROOMMATES!!! And so now begins the endless days and nights of analyzing applications and headshots of the many people who want to live with me next year. If you are interested anonymous reader, please turn in an application, headshot, and $20 deposit to me.
Also, i went to a sweet concert tonight. It was fun, it was at borders. While me and mock we busy laughing at the various old people who were standing about, afraid to enter the coffee portion of borders, i got a book, after all, it is borders. It was an italian cookbook. This caused me to think, "man, i am really going to miss my kitchen next year" and my washing machine for that matter. It has been a "fun" week. We'll leave it at that. And so, as i am watching Conan O'Brien and his "if they mated" skit, i laugh, and ponder more about next year. I graduate in a year, a year after i am supposed to. Whoever invented the fifth year senior was amazing and incredibly stupid at the same time.
I love golf, but played horrible today. I went to driving range today, and got reminded that you have to have a collared shirt even on the driving range at Jimmie Austin. What! Who ever heard of that. I hit like 1 good shot, so who cares about collars. I need more practice.
Ok, so those are the thoughts of the day.