jolene

*Yawns* Where in the hell did my weekend go? It seems like my weekends never last as long as they should. I go to sleep on thursday night, sleep walk a bit, wake up, and its fucking sunday morning. All I remember of the slumber are the dreams I can't distinguish from real life. I begin to question weither the waking moments are my dreams and if the dreams are my life. So yeah...I fucking hate waking up sunday morning, just because I know that the weekend is almost over and all I have to remember it by is a hazy shade of reality.

From what I do remember, I spent most of the weekend visiting my best friend at OSU before he leaves for Spain. We ended up going to a frat house and I passed out in some random boys room, only to be awaken by him at 5 am thinking I was his girlfriend.

Today was lovely. Drove from Corvallis to SGHQ to visit Spooky and Missy and offer "moral support" to my friend who shot today. (Just wait until you guys see her... she is fucking beautiful!) After the shoot, Spooky, Missy, Jetta, Edara, and I all went out and had dinner. Talking over ginger ales and gardenburgers is always a good time...just as long as we aren't talking about the "glutton bowl" that aired on Fox a couple of weeks ago *vomits*

So all in all, my weekend was productive and too short as always. I ate, drank, and was merry. Gotta go for now...

xoxoxo
jolene