Happy 50th Post!

I can't believe I have fifty posts. That's pretty crazy, if you ask me, that I had enough funny stories or entertaing things that would eventually add up to fifty. For those Spainiards out there, I hope you like the fifty I chose.


Here's another one that involves Compulsion Indecision. I was at his intermural soccer game last Saturday, and while he was taking a little break, meaning he had just been subbed out, we heard these two guys talking behind us, one of them said, "Do you ever see a girl so hot you don't know what to do?" That made me laugh, and then my brother said that the other guy said, "Those are good days." I don't know what they were referencing, but I thought that it was a really funny thing to say, so I laughed and have told my roomates about it.


I was talking to my little sister yesterday on the phone at about eleven, noon her time, and she had just gotten up. She was telling me about these earrings that she got that were really long, about to her shoulders or something, and my mom wouldn't let her wear them to church because they were too extreme. They might have been, but come on, it's church. I guess they might have been distracting, so I suppose I should make sure that my earrings are modest the next time I go to church. Right.


I can't believe I'm going home in two weeks. Only one more Friday at work taking care of recycling, only a couple of weeks until I get to sleep in my own room, in my own bed. I kind of wish it would be stormy when I get home. I don't know why, maybe it's because I like storms, especially in the summer out there. Home. Everytime I think of it, I smile. All of those memories, Mom cooking dinner over the stove, watching my brothers put their ties on on Sunday, I won't get that at home anymore since they're all gone, reading the comics on Sundays with my dad, frozen pizzas, the humidity, man, there are so many wonderful things I love about my home. Hurray!