MORE pig in boots

So you didn't think life could get any better after pig in boots? Well you were wrong, here is VIDEO of pig in boots!

OH ALSO

Other tids I forgot to mention in my facebook induced fit of embarassment:

• KJW tells me things when she's drunk that are icky. In all fairness, KJW tells me things when she's sober that are icky.
• Kunta-Courthouse now has a snazzy blog link on my list of important nouns
• Two days until I graduate.
• Three hours until I get my cap and gown and dance around like an idiot in it while listening to Whitney Houston.
• Six hours until my quarterly Thai date with my room mate.
• Sevenish hours until Big Mamas with Em, Erin, I think Kunta Courthouse and perhaps KJW? I don't know the official guestlist, but I know it includes me, strawberries and multiple shots of tequilla, and I'm happy about that.

That is all. Happy Thursday (my last in the ham ... sadness)!

facebook ... you screwed me again

So I'm at work right now, facebooking because clearly I don't have any schoolwork to be doing (mini happy dance in honor of me). So this guy comes over to interrupt my stalking of high school classmates and their children. Ge comes over and says that there is a permit waiting for him. I find the paperwork and while I'm filling it out he looks over at the computer screen and goes "uh oh, facebooking at work huh" and of course being the big idiot that I am I go, "well of course, I'm all done with school I don't have any studying to do". We proceed to talk about graduation and whatnot and I fill out his paperwork wrong and have to start over. He looks at me and goes, "uh oh, you're blushing, you just got caught facebooking at work!" Clearly I REALLY start blushing. Did I mention that this is the really cute kinda nerdy personal trainer from the gym that I've had a crush on for oh ... two years!? And he's getting a permit to go take a picture with the President of the University because he's an outstanding scholar. I'm such a smooth operator. We then wish each other congratulations and he goes, well I guess I'll be seeing you Saturday afternoon! Crap.

I won't lie, I also then tried to stalk HIM a little on facebook because I now had his first and last name. Couldn't find him ...

Last Test

I am about to leave to go take my very last test in college! I'm hoping it's very easy because I didn't really study all that much for it ... whoops. Here's to hoping that I pass and am given my degree!

I think I'm not grown up enough to be a college graduate ... hmm. Especially since I've been far more worried about what shoes I will wear to graduation, than finishing papers and studying for tests, I have my priorities.

PS, I think I'm going to borrow a pair of black patent leather peep toe cork wedges from Em for graduation, in case you were wondering.

PPS, that was A LOT of adjectives to adequately describe one pair of shoes

pig in boots

Clearly the cutest thing I have ever seen:

Journal

I just real journaled for the first time in 5 months! I know this because like a really cool obsessed with record keeping freak I note the date and day of the week of each of my journal entries. Really cool right. It was a little bit ridic to go back and read what I was up to five months ago. There were many things that could have been called 'obvious foreshadowing' that I just didn't know at the time. Now I just want it to be five months from NOW so that I can go back and read THIS entry and think about how silly I was. Oh journals, they are fun.

OK, just for the record, the picture is actually a diary. I don't keep a diary. Diaries are for 13 year old who love people named Max ... apparently. I don't love Max ... well like that. I keep a journal, which is for serious people who are almost college graduates! Max, I still love you, just not in a 'you're a stud' and 'dogs rule' sort of way. I hope we can get through this.

Greylock

Well I leave for camp in less than two weeks and I'm getting excited and nervous. Will east coasties understand me? Will I get confused easily by the fast paced world of the east coast? Will the the low context culture confused the high context west coastie in me? Is the language different? Will I get the accents? Will they get MY accent (that clearly I don't have)? Is the food going to make me sick? Do they even have food? So many questions. I don't have the answers!

I have one more day of classes (which I'm considering skipping because I just don't care that much).

I have three more work days (next week).

One final next Wednesday.

One paper due on Monday.

One bridesmaid dress to shop for.

One package of dirty bachelorette invites to buy.

One day of signing my apartment away to the sub-letter (thank god).

One digital camera to buy!

Did I mention that I have to drive a 14ft Uhaul from Woodinville to Puyallup?!? Dear god, that's exciting. I hope I don't die right before camp ... that would suck.

Um, that's all. My life is one big countdown right now.