Jordy is the best
Meg let me plAy with her phone JORDY IS THE BEST EVER
House night at the Fed. Win.
While watching the Gator game versus Vandy I was gratified to see the shots of Ballyhoo and University Avenue and realized that the reason I’ve become such an avid Gator fan in college is not just because exposure to the reality of Duke football made me stop taking UF football’s awesomeness for granted, but also because watching it and seeing the Swamp makes me feel close to home in a way that doesn’t feel pathetic and adolescent. I do miss the Ville, sometimes, but less when there’s a game on and I can remember Saturday afternoons, detouring around 13th St and seeing all the tailgate party food at Publix and feel a little bit like I’m at home.
Yesterday--
—“American Radiance” rocker real hard with our dicussion of the South and the Southerners that Love It in Spite of Itself, aka Absalom, Absalom.
—Epic Board Lunch with MOYER who arrived to lots of squeals and throwing of myself at herself and there were cookies from Alex’s “Amish” grandmother and all the soon-to-be-no-longer-baby Boarders and sushi. It was yum. Excellent turnout kiddos.
—Spent some quality plaza-time with Moyer and Ashleigh, ate queso, had my phone call (New Orleans: STILL CENTRAL TIME ZONE!) and then lounged some more. It was just sunny/warm enough to be outside in jeans and a cardi which won’t last long so good to appreciate it while we can.
—DID I MENTION THAT MOYER’S HERE? We need MToney and life would be complete.
—Saw Five Hundred Days of Summer (finally!) for Board event number two of the day (epic). It was lovely. Old cochair sandwich of new cochair, working on getting the Ro-Bhat over her fear of frat boys.
(Actual quote from Alex re: this movie: “500 days of summer, aka the greatest romance of our generation (with the exception of love actually, definitely maybe, and possibly kung fu panda)”…. Yeah.)
— Dinner at Sushi Love (yesssssss) with martinis (so classy) and lots of random stories— hey, remember? That one time at Myrtle? That one time I lived in your apartment? The FIFTY times I lived in your apartment?
Yeah.
— Back to campus for fun and game time with Priya and Ashleigh and Ashleigh’s friend and it was loverly.
— Went to a section party (ATO’s Rapper’s Delight). Yes. No need to judge me, I am judging myself.
Had vague frosh flashbacks like I always inevitably do when the ATO common room is all graffti’ed and stuff.
— Off to the Mulan Sing-Along to meet Chris and Manda which was… special. Like really special. Very fun, but I never knew that college-aged females could get so riled up by a cartoon character taking off his shirt.
— Finally, Board assembled (we need a theme song or matching power rings or something people) and adjourned to McDonald’s for french frieds, (more) chips and queso and Stephen-baiting.
— Then home with Moyer to wash up and go to sleep after discussing the awesomeness of everyone we know.
Postal Service - Sleepin’ In.
“And we can swim any day in November…”
Don’t bother me, I plan on listening to Postal Service.
Billie Jean by Coldplay
originally by Michael Jackson
(posted by liezlwashere)(Watch Here)
DO NOT LIKE.
I so just do not approve of this facebook event applying to me.
(Though I am totally down with senior night at Pzades tomorrow, is everyone coming?)
Christopher Walken performs Lady Gaga’s Poker Face
(via industryfinestTV)
Or more accurately, via Allie who got it from Sarah Tak.
Forget Kanye, Lady Gaga is truly the poet of our generation.
The FACs (or some subset of them) called me FAC Queen.
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My life is so, so complete.
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