Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me, sway with ease
When we dance you have a way with me
Stay with me, sway with me
Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have the magic technique
When we sway I go weak (sway, dean martin)
regarding my last post, some girls in my mark mulder group wanted to know what it meant. i had to direct them to urbandictionary.com and warn them since a few are under the age of 18. i agree with this comment the most, "I mean, what does that say about you and your team??" hahahahahahhahahaha
i don't know where to start for my trip to davis this weekend. i almost got in two car accidents on the way. the first one couldn't have been more choreographed; it looked like something out of hollywood. we're all going the speed limit, but really really close to each other since there is a ton of traffic. all of a sudden, someone slammed on their brakes and everyone slams on their brakes and points their car in a different direction. the car in front of me veered to the left, the car in front of it went to the right, i stayed straight, car behind me went left, cars next to us all went the opposite direction...i don't know how one car didn't hit another. we all just sort of sat there for a second, and then straightened off. crazy. the second scary time, we were going pretty slow, and then stopped. some dude behind me didn't see us stopped, and almost rear-ended me in a huge truck. i saw him in my rear-view mirror as he spun 180 degrees. at that point, i was a little stressed while driving...just waiting to get to davis!!
friday night i hung out with kassey and she took me to IHOP...my first time. now i can't use it for "i've never." oh well, not like i did anyway. :) after dinner, michelle came over and we all just talked and talked. i don't think we would have been able to go out for a drink like we were planning because we had wayyyy too much to catch up on. and her ring is so beautiful...it doesn't need a diamond to sparkle. :) girlies, soon we will have to really, "prove it like a theorem" and paint the town RED. give it up for J to the Nut, K to the Ass and micHELLe. muahahahahahahhah
on saturday, i headed over to roomie's house ready to get my party on. promises of kegs always will bring me to the par-tay. hee hee. although it was the CRAPIEST day ever for picnic day, we made the most of it. we watched a few of her friends at the fashion show in the pouring water (not rain). i can't believe how wet we both got considering we had waterproof jackets on. our jeans/shoes/jackets totally soaked up any water that was falling...and it was falling quick. like i said before, "i think we might have been a bit drier if we had jumped in the ocean." molly made an appearance once we got back to the house...ready to party but the kegs were nowhere to be found. silly boys. so many parties were ruined...nobody could hang outside. thankfully kelly wanted to be a homebody so we put on some sweats and hung out. i feel bad for any high school students that came to picnic day...the rain scared them away...not the drunken lair kids. just kidding.
a few pics to share with you. the first is an amazing photograph. the caption reads: A fallen giant sequoia dwarfs park ranger Deb Schweizer at the Mariposa Grove in Yosemite National Park, Calif. The tree and another sequoia fell after standing for more than 1,000 years, eventually towering 30 stories tall. When they fell, a hole the size of a jetliner opened in the forest canopy. the second picture brought a tear to my eyes. caption reads: Cleaned their pates: When Nate Madaj lost his hair to chemotherapy treatments for Hodgins lymphoma, his teammates on the Lima (Ohio) Central Catholic basketball team shaved their scalps in a show of solidarity.
i found this tidbit on some random website that had an article titled, "myths about women." i now bring you your moment of zen: myth: Women don't cheat as often as men do. reality: Men just don't find out about their affairs as often.
oh snap!
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