So I just got my 21st birthday pictures back. This was Aug 22 and drunk Katrine left my camera in this restaurant we went to with those Irish boys. So Joanna recovered it and mailed it back to me. Lets just say it is embarassing how many random guys are in this pictures. It was the thrill of all thrills, let me tell ya.

Well I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell. It's 7:20 am and I was supposed to leave for class 5 min ago. But you see Jimmy, I am not going. Why am I up, you ask? Don't worry about it!

I had my homecoming queen interview last night. When I have to do stuff that makes me squirm in my chair, paint a smile on my face and articulate candid thoughts, I need a beer. So I had three, 'cause three is better than one. So I am sitting in front of a panel of 14 people dressed in UA sweaters and blue blazers (who picks these outfits?) and I am staring back at them, recalling scenes from Drop Dead Gorgeous and their beauty paegant interviews. "The retard's pants are open." When they asked what my most memorable moment at the U of A was I wanted to say "Any time I was drunk, halfnaked and peeing in public." But I settled for "the riots on 4th ave after the bball game" and omitting the drunk, public urination, duct taped to Jackie parts. I think they loved me.