Spontaneity is my name, hard to spell is my game.

Wait, scratch that last part. Sort of.
I took a spontaneous trip to Indiana this weekend on a mission to surprise The Girl Who Has To Pee and was totally successful. I threw pebbles at her bedroom window and yielded great surprised-face results. Hating surprises is totally a one-way street for me. Giving is WAY different than getting.
Anyway, I checked out the stomping grounds while I was there and I have, apparently, been incredibly misinformed of Indiana's climate. It was 75-80 degrees and sunny the entire time I was there and my flight home was delayed due to rainstorms in Minneapolis. Very suspicious.
I also had a very pleasant run-in with Ohio, where I'd never been before. And thankfully The Future President of Africa knows that I like to know when I've crossed state lines. Blog, sometime remind me to tell you about the time I was in Washington and didn't even know it until I was on a very crowded lazy river at a pool and capsized my tube when I saw the Washington flag. Actually that's kind of the whole story. Me. Swimsuit. Shouting. Splash. Whining.

Easter Candy. (From this year). (Probably).

My room is fittingly messy right now. It is a reflection of my present mental state. I am currently re-doing my junior year of high school. Less AP U.S. History and more college search engines. It turns out this process is just as stressful the second time around, although I'm glad there isn't an upcoming dance occurring that I have to fail to pretend to like.
If you're a college, I will take your application and application fee waivers. If you are a trash can, shelves, or hangers, please come to my room.
It may be messy, but at least it is intuitively so. I call the left front corner "Boots" (4 pairs). The right front corner is "Black Sweaters I Wore Today" (3). The general center area is called "Books" (22, various sorts: Novel, Novella, Note, Lesbian, Amish, Travel, Ecology, Travel Ecology, Collegiate Handbooks, Uncategorized).

And then Sonny popped out. How metaphorical.

I can only speak for my own college experience, but being friends with Sandwich Lady and That Girl has taught me that perhaps my college experience is a little more...mild than most. Clubbing and dancing are things that happen in Dirty Dancing and Thursdays are usually prefaced not with "Thirsty" but with "Sleeping" or "Cookies" maybe "Grey's Anatomy Reruns".
I avoid most of this because every time I do go out, I spend my time failing to convince women that I'm not gay and perfecting my awkward presence in a room. So imagine my roommate's surprise when I told them last night that I wanted to go to the Townhouse. My surprise on the matter was more or less equal to theirs, but judging by their reactions, you would have thought I'd told them I was actually gay. And that I was also going to write a personal check for $5000 to each of them.
So they put on their vests and ties, and I put on my newly inherited boots of confidence, and we made our way down Snelling. I saw my first real-life drag show (all of those movies in my Lesbian Context lit class did not due these women justice) and personally congratulated the woman who did Britney's "Circus". But it was the one dressed up as preggo Cher that convinced me that this is perhaps something that I need to be involved in.
Stay tuned- this girl goes out on THURSDAYS!