Not sure I could have survived 5-for-5 this week. 3-for-3 kicked my ass pretty good.

Kicked it off with Fred's bday after work Thurs, where I was stared in the eyes by an "iced" Michael somebody from Roswell and told that my eyes were saying that I wanted to be naked with him right then. And that he had 3 missed call from me. Which was not the case, considering I had met him a minute and a half before, when he had grabbed my hand and asked me how it was feeling. Props on the creative pickup line, M...
Zack's birthday=Definition of success: started out at Bourbon St, ended at Loft. (Lindsay from Albany arrived right before the festivities. Had lunch with her today, and she wants yall to know she wasn't scared away from the legendary 18 Vine St, she just is enjoying spending time with her buddies.) They didn't need me at work Sat night, which was just as well because I was struggling from fri until A.Shaughn's bday dinner. Two things we need to do more: dj dance parties at 283, and N. Campus sprinklers at 3am.

It's lucky I happen to enjoy empty houses, because these new roommates of mine peace out pretty often. It's also lucky that I nomad my way into the comfiest of beds, because I have been sleeping in pretty well. I'm on the lookout for new, badass hobbies that are cheap. Big learning curves are ok, as I have plenty of time on my hands. One will be Georgia Cycle Sport spinning classes. They are literally my neighbors, and students get a 12-class pass for $25. Maybe I'll take up unicycling or something too.

I know I'm rambling now, but I'm at 2 on the birthday countdown. Really 1 because it's nighttime. I am so excited to not be the underage babychild anymore, although I've gotten pretty confident in my ability to distract people from the fact that I'm not a 24-yr-old jewish girl from Ponte Vedra. Can't wait to celebrate in Arkansas and hopefully with some of you Wise Women next week!