The Pink Shoe Diaries

whoever got me to join Friendster has created a monster. it's so addicting. and i'll admit it, i was pretty good at internet-stalking as it was but now i am a pro. it's also fun, as andy pointed out, to judge people entirely by their pictures.

i had my french midterm today which would not have been bad in and of itself if i were not blindingly hungover while taking it. Life is hard enough when you are hungover, no one needs to be negotiating nausea and a fierce headache while trying to determine the nature of auxillary words in the passe compose. the hangover was a result of a fine night out with meaghan and mr. capella. we met at flanagan's for karaoke night, we knocked back some jack on the rocks, we talked some sh*t and then were awarded the honor of karaoke-ing the last song of the evening: a stunning rendition of Whitesnake's "Here I Go Again On My Own". after our much deserved accolades, we drove to 24 hour stop & shop to pick up boca burgers and have a good old fashioned drunken cookout in capella's backyard. we drank twisted iced teas, we ate burgers, we roasted marshmallows, we attempted to tell ghost stories while exclaiming repeatedly "I do what i WANT!". My only regret is that i'm pretty sure at some point in the night i used the phrase "in there like swimwear". Don't talk about it.