OMG

So I just realized that I got a really bad grade on a TAKE HOME quiz because I'm a freaking idiot and didn't answer two of the questions. I was so flabbergasted as to why I did so badly, then I looked through it just now and realized that it's not because I'm a dumbass, it's because I'm a complete dumbass. Now that I'm all pissed off at myself, I can't imagine I'll be able to fall asleep. Nobody's online (since it is 1:45am), Nate won't respond to my skype calls, Nate is bored and wants us to update the blog, so I decided to blog. Nate also said that the blog has been super depressing lately, which is completely accurate, so I'll try not to dwell on my idiocy for too long. I'm an idiot. Ok, I'm done now.

Well I just returned from a rather eventful spring break. Some highlights would include drinking Beck's at sugarloaf and downing a bag burger, drinking white russians with Lemma's dad, drinking legally in Canada, and drinking Baileys. Ok so that was the alcoholic in me talking. Some real highlights were seeing Penguins at the biodome, going clubbing for the first time ever, eating poutine at 3am (gross), ordering that poutine almost entirely in French--and I've only had 1 quarter of French and that was in 7th grade! great success--I also watched almost an entire season of scrubs in the comfort of my own bed, memory foam and all. Michelle so graciously pointed me out to Matt Macone at UMaine, so I had a substantially awkard convo. I had a radio interview on MPR. And if you already know this because you're cool and listen to MPR on a regular basis, Susan Nance has probably the sexiest voice ever. I'm pretty sure if I had her voice, rpattz would be my boyfriend, and instead of me making him talk incessantly I could hear his sexy British accent, he would shut the hell up and make me talk dirty to him always. If only........I also had a big concert with this big violinist. She was actually quite small--like size 5 feet--but she was BIG as in she graduated from Julliard and then got her masters from Julliard and then debuted in Carnegie hall...yeah, BIG. Her name was Kinga, which is like kangaroo or pongo or something, and she was polish, so she also had a wicked accent. cool shit. I'm kinda overtired so I'm not going to go into it more.
Today I had to kill a lobster, which was terrible because I hate killing lobsters. It's the main reason why I don't eat them. Oh here's a funny story:
So we went out to eat after my concert, and by we I mean me, my parents, and my uncle. We went out at 8, so we were all really overtired (like I am now), and then the adults started drinking. By the time dessert rolled around, my uncle was a tad bit tipsy. The waiter (who had an abnormally high pitched voice...odd) came by, took our order for a Boca Negra (which means black mouth if you were wondering. It was a chocolate torte thing--chocolate in your mouth: black mouth. Get it? nobody else does). So the adults were all giddy for the cake. At this point I didn't give a shit about anything except sleeping. The waiter then came by again and said they just sold the last piece of Boca Negra, to which my uncle responded, "Oh I knew it! I heard her ordering it, and I thought OH SHIT, that's the last piece. That little bitch." The waiter just kinda left, then the head waiter or something came over and told us they "found" another piece of Boca Negra. And all was happy. Except me, I was fucking tired. Nonetheless, it was hilarious. Also, if you want anything in life, just swear in really inappropriate situations or be drunk. My family is crazy. And that's why I am going to Hawaii with them...not because I lost my job or anything. Here's a pic of Hawaii. This is for me, so that I can forget about how much of a depressing idiot I am. OK THAT'S THE END of the negative nanciness. I promise. Just look and enjoy.