Disneyland or bust.

i am singing at the top of my lungs  (not a pleasant sound)  and i still can't hear myself over "oh holy night."  i just don't know how to react to this.

oh my heck. she just turned on her christmas playlist. time for me to invest in some earmuffs.

me and adri are roomies now! she officially lives inside my very house.  in fact and more specifically her door is exactly right next to mine.  which is great! except one thing.  her laptop is louder than mine.  so she always wins the music war.  no matter how loud i play my music her's is always louder.  which is most unfortunate because she listens to country.  i don't know how many more renditions i can take of "red solo cup."  also, at this current moment, both of our doors are wide open.  my eardrums are going to explode and i can still hear rednecks singing about drinking beer in lawn chairs.  i am trying to close my door with my mind.  it's not working out so well.       i really don't hate country music as much as i am making it sound.  i have a new appreciation for how many different ways there are to say beer.

So hello friends. Friend chicken and fried chicken are exactly the same, except one is just missing an n. so.delusional.right.now. #ihateitwhenpeoplehaveentireconversationswiththishashtagmumbojumboandyouhavetosittherefortwentyminutestryingtofigureoutwhattheyaresayingandninetyeightpointtwopercentofthetimeitisentirelypointless
if you really sat there and read that whole thing we are really good friends. i need more sleep. Adios muchachos.

Whoever says that they cannot listen to the same song over and over and over again for every living day they spend in existence has clearly never seen this video. 

I know you guys already know all about these people but I mostly just don't want to go to youtube every time i want to watch this. 

:)