So I just have two things to say...
Dishes 'r dunn man!
and
It's not that we're smaaahter, we're better! (said in the Thurston Howell voice)
Care of Marty and Caleb!
Just imagine Santa Clause in bermuda shorts...
Ok, so maybe he'd have a more of a Panama Jack thing going on, but you dig what I mean. The Christmas light still get me into my Christmas spirit (admittedly, I am a sucker for those things), but the new warm weather of the Indian summer that hits in December makes me feel a bit like...September? It was frickin 60 degrees the other day. Not that I'm complaining, as my home town basks in a superchill 18. But I do enjoy the cold weather, and the snowflakes. I'm a creature of the north for Christsakes!
This morning (and I am in the central time zone, so yea it is morning) I am finishing up my final paper as a first semester first year. I am well on the way to becoming Dr. Bradfield. Woo hoo! And apparently, I am the most chill first year, with no freakouts and soon to be no incompletes, and since the department gives out incompletes like it's rice at a wedding, I'll be lucky to get by unscathed. I just have to edit my paper and then dun dun dun dun. I may be headin to Opryland later to see the Christmas lights (and then I can finally say, "Yes, Mother, I have been to Opryland!") and then maybe the FRODO. Because I haven't seen a movie in ages, and I doubt Evan would hang with the Frida Khalo flick.
Word. I'll update as necessary...
