I don’t have time to type anything, because I’ve been too busy HELPING TO END THE CAREERS of half of my company. Yay, economic downturn!
But in the process, I won a visit from Aaron!, who came allllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll the way from Australia just to see me. And to study abroad at Virginia Tech. Which he had no idea had had a big shooting incident until he started Google image searching his new home and saw that every single result had to do with people getting killed.
Many a picture will no doubt result from our impending weekend, all of them involving us with awkward fake smiles.
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The University of Virginia. Not Virginia Tech. GOD HAVE YOU BEEN PAYING ATTTENTION AT ALL. I’ll forgive you when you make good on your promise of footaction.
P.S. I’m now on the bus from DC to Penn; it has free wi-fi!
How the hell does a moving vehicle get wi-fi? I’m amazed!
Very long, very thin, yet very hearty wires.
I was going to suggest that there’s wi-fi infused into David Bowie’s Area and is therefore all around us all the time, but since I know this is not the case, the wires make more sense.
Girl. GIRL. You totally called it Virginia Tech ALL the freaking time.
Glad to know that you’re not getting shot up, though. Whoo!
(P.S? Now it’s MY turn to get jealous. Just don’t take a video of her doing a tequila shot, or else I might just have to cry myself to sleep.)
THANK YOU.
You’ve made me all nervous now, though. I think Aaron’s having a horrible time with me and is going to come back to LJ and be all, “Oh, remember how I was anxious about meeting Katie? Well, NO NEED, because she’s LAME and throws parties that revolve around CHARADES and didn’t take me to a single sweaty dance club (which, by the way, is totally my fault)!”
Little did you know that’d be the last time you’d see your precious Internet while in NYC. Mwahahahaha. Mwahahahaha! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
I footactioned you SO HARD, huh?
Also, I love how I’m still the first (and second!) person to comment on your post, despite being on a bus and typing letter by painstaking letter on my iPod Touch. I guess I should stop using long words. Like painstakingly. Oh, shit.
Obviously I blame this on the lack of interest in YOU and not on the lack of interest in my journal.
Haha, I just called it a journal.