Once upon a time, there was a lovely city called Huntsville. Shit goes down there

Now that my midterms are over, I can give you all (nate) the LD on the past 22 days. 22 days sounds like not a lot, but let me tell you, whoa boy, a shit ton happened. a. shit. ton. To make this story really interesting and minimally mentally stimulating (much needed, fo sho), let's make this post a reverse chronological order picture book!

Phillies are in the world series! Again! also, Matt Stairs, an oh so important pinch hitter is my neighbor. nbd
I probably failed my organic chemistry mid term because I did not read this book



I got 32 on my music assignment. 32 out of 100.


I started my bfflz relationship with my new assistant coach, Timtim on a little island better known as Vinal Haven. Less known as little island


Michelle and I became astronauts. Nasa for the win bitches!



Elizabeth got married and we got crunk.

WE LOVE HUNTSVILLE!

must. learn. hoedown. throwdown.

OMG nightmare

Why do odwalla's have so many calories in them? I mean, if I want a smoothie-like drink that is healthy and isn't actually a smoothie, then there had better be some lacking in the calorie department to make up for imposterism. Talk about annoying.

What is also annoying is the week before fall break. And by annoying I mean torture, like jabbing bamboo in your fingernail beds and twisting it over and over and over while simultaneously shining super bright lights in both your eyes kind of torture. My stress level is skyrocketing and it's starting to really negatively affect my sleeping patterns, aka I'm having horrible nightmares. Last night, I had this dream where my friend Erin and I were staying at my camp alone. We were both in my twin bed discussing how much boys suck and how we are going to find wonderful, charming young men when we go abroad. Sometime during this discussion, I fall out of my bed, because it is after all not really suited for two people (unless the two people are me and Michelle. We totally own that twinage). Well, once I hit the floor, I noticed an arm sticking out from under my bed. Instead of having a complete freak out like I would in real life, I became all concerned. I drug out the large, 20ish year old guy that looks like this ginger that I see around campus, and I kept asking him "omg are you ok?" He just looked at me all dazed and confused and didn't say anything, but I kept asking if he was ok. Then as this one sided discussion continued, I looked over on the other side of my bed (which is nonexistent in real life btdubz...there's a wall there) and I saw a cloaked figure sitting in a chair with two green glowing eyes peering out from under the hood. Clearly the scary figure planted this dazed young man under my bed so he could stealthily position himself on the chair without me noticing...even though Erin would probably notice...oh well. Anyway, the cloaked figure stood up and took his hood off, revealing his big-bad-wolf self. Doesn't sound scary, but oh it is. It really is. He then took this young man's head and ripped it off with his teeth. Of course, he was of larger stature so the head didn't come off right away: there was a slow, gradual breaking of skin and veins and esophagus and trachea. Graphic, I know, but after all the autopsies this summer, I obvs wasn't that fazed. After discarding the body on my floor, the wolf was going to eat us next, after spitting out a tooth that came out after the head ripping. I was excited because I assumed he wouldn't eat us after loosing a tooth, I mean that hurts like a mofo, but no, he was still going to eat us. I think I asked him that too...So Erin took an empty glass handle--where it came from? I don't know--and smashed out the rest of his teeth. Of course that didn't stop him, he was still coming after us to rip our heads up too! So I took handle #2 and bashed out his head...except for his mouth, because his broken toothed mouth was still coming after us to eat us. At this point I figured I had time to run to the kitchen to grab a knife and stab him in the heart, assuming that this wasn't one of those special dream monsters that doesn't die normal deaths. Then I woke up in a freak out moment, like I always do after nightmares, realized it wasn't real, then also realized that as soon as I went back to bed I'd just go back to Mr. Wolf. Annoyed, I wiped my face on my pillow, almost dislodging my nose-ring, which hurt like a mofo--like losing a tooth then eating humans. So I decided to just go back to bed. This time I dreamed about pirate things. Not too shabby I'd say. Pirates are sweet.

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