yeah, I know it's been a while

I've been busy. Leave me alone. As for pictures of the reunion I don't have any, so don't ask.

So, Sunday morning Tommy Lee (and you know who you are) woke me up and wanted me to go to breakfast. Generally, I don't get out of bed until at least eleven, but for some reason this rockstar person who was staying at my mom's house with me and had, for reasons unknown emerged from Kurt's house unscathed (unlike me who is STILL covered in bruises. believe me when I tell you that it took some explaining to the boyfriend. And really the only reason I have them to begin with is because I fell down something like a million times) was Perky. Perky. I don't do perky. Perky and I are not friends. Perky can blow me. So, on the basis of that I decline and sit in the recliner at mom's and drink coffee until they come back to la casa to collect Tommy's things. I'm rambling aren't I? Whatev. Anyway, I get back to Boone to my wonderful boyfriend Spiderman (it's another inside joke, just go with it ok?) I take a nap. I go get him at work, I stay up so late I sleep through ALL of my classes on Monday. Fun, huh? Goes to show that responsibility does not come with age.

So, here I am back in Boone, blogging again for the first time in a month about absolutley nothing. I'm sitting at job number two doing this while I should be doing an outline on my Napoleon and Josephine paper that's due......tomorrow but I just don't have it in me. School Sucks. No, you all don't understand. It sucks more than anything. It sucks more than having a full bird Colonel throw a stapler at you. It sucks worse than traffic in Atlanta. It sucks worse than George Bush (and that's a whole lot of sucking, I'm pretty sure that if you stopped right now and pulled your Ipod earbud out of your ear you could actually hear the sound of the sucking coming from the general direction of DC.)

The reunion was suprisingly fun. Things change, people change, Michelle gets lit like a freaking firecracker so some things DON'T change, but whatever again. I do have one thing to say though, and those of you who are former classmates that read this, or if anyone reads this for that matter...DUSTIN JONES CAN BLOW ME. Thank you, have a great night.