who really needs a phone anyway.

hello all; i hope you had a fabulous weekend. i say this purely because the chances that i actually spoke to you in the past three days are slim to none unless you were either a) at my house or b)just smart enough to call the waukesha home phone number that sits in your cell phone neglected and asking for attention, waiting for the weekend that my cell phone would break and it would be appreciated once again. ahhh... the good old 549 phone number.

i've recently decided it was worth it.

thursday night was one of the first days in a long time i completely forgot about life for a few hours. i haven't laughed like that in foreverrrrr. so fun.

the cookout outside brett's window was a success, as usual, with jenni and i coming through in the clutch with plumpers, brats, and bbq krunchers [both a hit] while the chef cooked it all to perfection. it got a little cold, so jenni and i decided to take our own party indoors to steve's, leaving everyone else behind for a little girly fun with alcohol.

girl's night turned deadly, however, as i had misjudged the beer and rum i had taken in and, with a freak accident i hope never to relive again, managed to flip my phone into the mixed drink i had in my left hand. there it was, my prized possession, bobbing like a little teeny iceberg, slowly deteriorating into nothing. being a little drunk however, this scene was hilarious. i proceeded to laugh for longer than i should have before pulling it's lifeless body out.

after forty minutes [literally] of trying to decide what movie to watch, our drunk asses were accompanied by all the boys; the forty minutes wasted as the remote was lifted out of my hands and espn craparoo was immediately turned up in the background.

the night proceeded to go by relatively without a hitch... many highlights, but too boring unless you are drunk or were there, so i'll spare you. i'll only say that steve's bed is apparently too short for him, as jenni and i sang to tim on his "good luck on your orgo final" song [complete with guitar strumming... that will probably never be reproduced as long as we all shall live], and getting fruit punch poured in your hair should be washed out as soon as possible, as i learned when i woke up. also, drunk singing and dancing around is the most fun ever, especially when you can watch from the sidelines as the most caucasion out of tune drunk boys try to sing "american pie".

oh, and jenni is the greatest and makes me laugh uncontrollably. hooray for fun nights in whitewater for once. :)

this entry was pretty pointless for outsiders, but it made me smile, so i thought i'd share, for my own benefit.

cell phone update: us cellular employees are dicks. my mom has my cell phone, and i guess i'm going to work on getting a new one sometime this week. if you need me, i'm online, or just leave a voice mail, since i'm still able to check them.

peaaaaaace.