just love this.

Daniel i.e. the Coolest Baby Ever.

click here!

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. 

:)

summer.

That completely dreadful moment when you are eating a lovely chicken dinner and you start identifying all the muscles you are eating.  and you think, "i have to get out of this anatomy class."

President's Day.

Hello friends of the blog world. I realize there are approximately two of you.  I just wanted to say how much I appreciate the Presidents of the United States from the past and the future.  (Notice I left out present.)  Because of you qualified, (or not so qualified) people over the age of 35 who get special books in the library of Congress, I do not have to go to school tomorrow.  Which means I am free to procrastinate my homework a little more.  Woohoo! Go Mitt 2012. Someday I am going to be the President. and then the whole world would be happy.  And by happy I mean utter chaos.  But everyone would eat good food all the time and no one would be required to eat steamed broccoli.  Which is basically the same thing as happiness.  Also there would be no homework on the weekends and middle school students would be allowed to carry backpacks.  the art of essay writing would be done away with and you would be able to eat as much ice cream as you wanted without getting fat.  everyone would be required to watch ellen everydayy and watch miss bybee dance her heart out and laugh.  there would be world peace. harry potter marathons would be a requirement, and everyone would have to frollick everywhere they would go. the end.

i just really like pie and pizza and ice cream and arbys and mcdonalds and mini tacos and chocolate milk.

courage doesnt always roar. sometimes, courage is the little voice at the end of the day saying, "i will try again tomorrow."
-Mary Anne Radmacher

essays are stupid and im hungry.

i dont know whether to laugh or just be confused.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5qygukf6WNo&feature=player_embedded