Yeah, the entire Ivy Lounge looks like a giant pink nightmare. And I was a part of making it all happen! yay for me! We've got pink balloons, pink streamers, signs screaming, "THINK PINK!", and all sorts of altered-pink light fixtures... just to name a few of the ways that this room burns one's corneas.
It's magnificent. Although I'm kind of regretting having spent so much time working on it instead of doing homework, since I'll now be up waaay too late writing critical reading responses. they blow.
Yes, I just said "blow." I think I've been around James too long. yikes.
OOOH! I can't remember if I said that I got a package from Sarah. Did I? I don't care. It still makes me smile to see the note she sent in it (which is currently posted on my Wall of Amazingness), and listen to the CD she made me... I love Sarah. And I miss her. I get to see her during Winter Break! Yay!
Down to business.
Let's see... This morning I was woken up at 8 am by a loud knocking on the door followed by, "It's Kyle, are you ready to go?" Yeah, I was going to breakfast. I pulled on my big brown sweater and walked out the door. It was classy.
After the (delicious pancake) breakfast, we got dropped off by Kyle's dad back at the dorms... I walked up to Kyle's room, and promptly fell back asleep on his couch. Got woken up when he went back to class, moved to my own room, slept a bit more, then finally dragged my sorry ass off to Spanish. Came back to the room, slept until it was time to go to Stats, went, then realised I hadn't eaten since 8.30 this morning... can't remember exactly what-all went down after that... oh right, more pink decorating.
While we were all making the Lounge uninhabitable, my dad called me, and told me something really exciting: he won two tickets to the McCartney concert up in Portland, along with a limo ride there and back! He said my sister Anya is going as one of the two, and if I wanted to be the other, I was welcome to it, otherwise he or Mom would go. The concert is, if I remember correctly, a week from this Friday.
I've not completely made up my mind on this one. For one thing, I'd have to miss a Stats class to be in Eugene in time for the limo pick-up (haha, that's fun to be able to say). And another, I'd miss all sorts of goings-on down here.... like.... I'm not sure, but I bet something's happening, and I bet I'd be slightly downed to miss it. Ok, so it's mainly the Stats class. And of course, I'd miss Kyle, but it's not like we're connected at the hip or anything (more like the hand.... haha), so... ok, I need to take a vote. Who thinks what?
I remember my 16th Birthday present from my parents was the most of the entire family going to Paul McCartney's concert up in Portland... it'd be nifty to go again, because even though he's old and kind of strange for marrying a woman so much younger than him and having children at his age, he still puts on one hell of a show.
So yeah... thoughts? Even if you're just a random person reading my blog who doesn't know me from Eve, I want your opinion.
Alright, yeah, I'm still stalling on the CORE homework... better go do that. Cheers!
so tired.... so very tired... and yet i feel compelled to do this homework.... fuuuuuuck...
26.10.05
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This is a NO BRAINER.
GO TO THE CONCERT, MEGHAN.
1. You will never have this opportunity again.
2. Who cares if you miss school?! Like it will matter in 100 years, anyway...
3. Tell your professor. They'll want you to go, too.
4. You can go to Portland and kiss the ground for me!!
5. Paul McCartney!
6. Paul McCartney!
7. Limo!
8. I know you from Eve, kind of, but still, gooooo!
9. If you don't go, I won't comment any more.
10. You'll regret if you don't go.
I *ahem* agree with Madge. But I don't want you to get behind. And this is hard, because I'm in the freaking middle! I want you to go, because, duh, you're my sister. But I also want Dad to go because he won the tickets. Argh!
-Anya
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