DOOMSDAY…maybe next time?

Whelp, the end of the world came and went, and we’re all still here. Good thing too, because the apocalypse would have really ruined my super awesome weekend.

Friday Night:

In true Team Shitty fashion, it was a night of attracting creepsters, running into people 

who would be best left in the past, sending ridiculous texts that made little sense (even 

to the sender), and closing down not one but two bars while playing Erotic Photo Hunt. 

Some nights it’s like nothing has changed since college, and I’d prefer to keep it that 

way.

Please refer to the following live tweets of the cab ride for what I consider to be a very 

descriptive synopsis of the evening:

Now that you’re all caught up, we have an issue at hand. Gedmin seems to think that she 

can usurp my awkwardness throne and take over my title. After reading the texts she sent 

Friday night, I have to admit that she has potential. I mean, ending every text message 

with a question mark (especially ones that aren’t questions) gives her a certain awkward 

flair that I didn’t anticipate. Well done, Gedmin? I’m looking forward to the competition?

…Rapture?

Saturday Night:

You may be shocked by this, but I go to charity events for all the wrong reasons. As long 

as there is an open bar and entertainment, I wouldn’t care if we’re all raising money for 

zombie awareness. Entertainment, however, is in the eye of the beholder. I spent most of 

Saturday night being entertained by a mustache drawn on my finger and a bicycle helmet. 

(Doesn’t take much, my friends.)

Drinking for the kids! Please ignore my creepy red eyes.

Anyway, the event was to raise money for an organization where Alli volunteers. She’s 

definitely getting Raptured before I am. The night gets a little bit hazy after the open bar 

shut down (seriously, will I ever be mature enough to handle an open bar responsibly?

) but Alli did win a set of Beanie Babies in the silent auction – so really, everyone was a 

winner.

More photos to come once I steal them from the party pics website. Oh, stop acting all 

high and mighty like you’ve never done it before.

P.S. I changed my comment settings so even you non-bloggers (pfft) can comment now. 

So do it, aight? But remember – use this privilege responsibly. Let’s be safe out there.

P.P.S. Blogger is being all sorts of weird with spacing right now. I apologize if this shows up all jumbled or way spaced out.

I'm Alive!

Fear not, friends. I live. I just took a blogging hiatus while I wrapped up finals and spent a much needed weekend at home.

Ok, technically this is not "home." This is our family farm where my parents will be moving to in the next year. But I spent nearly every weekend here during my early childhood, so it still feels like home.

Allow me to sum up the past two weeks with these handy bullet points:

• I learned in school that I'm not very good at "managing investments," but I am shockingly adept at picking stocks (I just can't do the math to prove why). So if you need a portfolio manager who can't offer you any mathematical reason why your investments are doing well (or sinking like the Titanic), I'm your girl.
• I've decided to take the summer off from school, so now I'm just a member of the normal 40-hour a week working class for the next three months. I can't figure out what to do with all my extra time, so suffice it to say that I've been taking some killer naps since Thursday.
• My trip home over the weekend was great, especially since this little one turned two! Seems like only yesterday I was sitting at Memorial Hospital until 1 a.m. waiting for Miss Kallie to make her entrance. (The following day, I went to the Billy Joel/Elton John concert on very little sleep, and Bobby got mugged. Memories!)

We're in a Thomas the Train phase, if you couldn't tell. It gives me a great excuse to use my British "Sir Topham Hatt" accent (not that I really need an excuse).

I believe Kallie is giving Aunt Jane kisses like her little buddies Chief and Chewie do. The dynamic trio of Chief + Chewie + Kallie is not a force to be taken lightly. We should harness their reserves to solve the world's energy crisis.

That's all I have for now. I apologize that none of this is awkward (with the possible exception of my "Sir Topham Hatt" voice...which, by the way, is the accent I'm using in my head while writing this, making this post all the more awesome). My life has been one endless routine of work and school lately. But as my good friend Alice once said, "School's out for summer!" Whoo-hoo, partyyyy time!*

*Obviously, naps will still supercede partying.

What Would Kate Middleton Do?

I'm obsessed. No, not with the royal wedding. Just with Kate. I want her to be my friend so we can share clothes and tiaras.

Photo from http://katemiddletonforthewin.tumblr.com/ 

(If you haven't visited this site, do it. Right now.)

In a stroke of genius on Friday, I asked my friends to dye my hair "Kate Middleton brown." Being the patient and considerate person that she is, Paula was given the lead with this task. (She was also the most sober, a quality I look for in someone who has the power to change my appearance dramatically.)

Dr. Paula mixin' it up. 

Wine + DVR-ed royal wedding = Jane not caring what Paula is putting on her head. 

The anticipation and excitement was just too much for Alex.

Time to rinse 'er out. Gedmin's maniacal smile really seals the deal here.

 Spitting image of Princess Catherine, right? I know.

Finished product! A lot darker than Kate's, but I'm still pleased with the results!

Kate wishes she looked this good.

The rest of the weekend was pretty low key. Did a little shopping with Ged on Saturday. Caught up on some pre-finals week homework. Rounded out Saturday night with a party for my winter volleyball team. I don't think anyone can say that being in grad school while working full time has stopped us from having fun!

Sean, Tim, Macey, Joe and me. The survivors of the party, and your future business leaders. (No idea why the glare makes it look like I'm staring off into the distance again. I promise I'm looking at the camera this time!)

Ok, Maybe It Is Me...

I know my whole schtick here is that I'm not an awkward person, but then photos like this happen and I have to re-evaluate myself.

This is my volleyball team. We're about to take a shot together. A lovely moment, right? So why am I creepily eyeing up James?! I'm not normal. Sigh. Weekend recap to come later today, including my transformation into Kate Middleton. I know you're on the edge of your seat.