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Ok, so what’s going on.

Friday night, Adam and Andrew came over to my house, we watched QaF, very un-exciting night. But it was fun.

Saturday, I went shopping with my mom. Fun times. It really wasn’t all that busy, but still really busy compared to normal.

Saturday night went out with Andrew shopping and then met up with Adam after he got off work. Went to Perkins and ate supper. I saw my Math Recite instructor at Java Joe’s and I wanted to punch him. He’s always got this REALLY stupid facial expression. Rarr.

Adam spent the night here (in ames) last night. That was nice. Today we went shopping at the mall here in Ames, and then came back here and sat on our asses. It was boring, but I cleaned some, which needed to be done. We also talked about why I didn’t want to live together right now. I’m just not ready.

Speaking of talking to people, Andrew, Adam and I never did get a chance to talk this weekend. We listened to the message that Mike left Adam. Very Very rude indeed. What as asshole he is. No one’s ever brave enough, I think that’s the word, to bring it up. Cause we all know it’s going to be wierd. So yeah.

I’d still like to talk about it all though.

I have my first final at 9:45 tomorrow. I have yet to study for it. Oh well.

I’m really tired. So I’m going to bed. Night all!

3 thoughts on “Blah”

  1. I understand about the living together thing. Dean’s all “whee!” about it, but respectful at the same time. I don’t even really like him mentioning it. I don’t know where I’ll be, and I’m not ready to be bound to anyone quite as much as living with someone would do; no matter how much I love him. I think he understands, and I sympathize with you! 🙂 🙂

  2. That’s exactly it….

    But the real reason of this comment is to ask. “WHY THE HELL! Are you on campus this late on a Sunday night???”

  3. I’ve been on campus that late every night for the last week or so. I was studying for my physics final in the library, if you must know. It’s in an hour. Eep.

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