Monday Madness

HAPPY MONDAY! For reals, its been quite happy. NOT. Mondays always are just so hard to get yourself started and motivated. As one of the roomies said, “When I got up, I just wanted to DIE.” Sounds about right.

I’ve been running on about no sleep at all, and getting up this morning was quite hard. Whitney and I have a little workout group (which is part of Cecilly’s goals to come to) and you could say that Beegie is a pretty frequent member. Wanna know the real reason I go? CUZ I’m a fatty-Mc-Fatster. We swam today, and it was FUN.

The rest of the day was filled with classes and being oh-so-productive.

So today, instead of FHE, we had much better things to do. WHITNEY’s family was in town. They have this tradition where they make dinner for their kids and their friends. There was cheese, burritos and fat kid delacacies. Us fat kids had pretty much died and gone to heaven. It was a little bit awkward because I had to go with Beegie (Whitney was going to be late because she had class—but she still wanted us to get food) it was scary because Beegie and a car DO NOT MIX. About 93% of the time, I am afraid for my life. The other 7% I am passed out/crying/hyperventilating. It’s seriously a miracle that Beegie hasn’t been in an accident. God loves him. Or maybe me.

Dinner was fantastic. We happened upon a DATE Magic 8 Ball. That pretty much entertained us for about the whole time. Questions ranged from meeting “the one” to us going on our “hot hot hot” date. Apt. 29 has pretty much planned this hot date out. There are very wonderful boys in our apartment complex that are screaming marriage material, and we want to get on that. We are all going to ask boys that we would never ask out. The variety ranges from Wildlife Lover to Awkward Roommates to Non-social boys. Don’t worry, we will blog about it, when the day comes. The Magic 8 Ball said that we were going to go on this date. And everyone knows that the Magic 8 Ball does not lie. Ever…Back to the party…

The party was separated into two floors: the “adult” floor and the “kid” floor. Take a stab at which one we were at. THE KID FLOOR. We stuffed our faces with burritos and cake. Fat kid heaven. Fat. Kid. HEAVEN. We even stole a cup-full of peanut M&Ms. They are sitting on the table which is in our already dirty apartment. Law of Entropy baby.  

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