Voicemail: "Please enter your password."
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
Voicemail: "You have four new messages. First new message--urgent message:"
Anna: HELLO TOOM YOU SUCK AT LIFE
Janna (in background): YOU RUINED MY LIFE TOM! YOU RUINED MY LIFE TOM!!!!! YOU RUINED...!!!!
Voicemail: "End of Message. Press 7 to delete, 8 to reply, and 9 to save."
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I will keep that for as long as I live. In other less hilarious news, Dan's 21st birthday party was a victorious success. We had four kegs and drank them to the last drop. We played beer pong, flip cup, and drink the beer. That last one isn't much of a game as it is a hobby.

I pioneered an auto keg stand. It was awesome. I'm going to go now.

It's 3:28 as of this writing and I am:
Sore!
Dehydrated!
Confused!

Goodbye for now loyal followers, and officially: HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAN!

After staying up until like 2:30 to study for my English test, I did surprisingly well on it. I don't know what I got, but I know I did well.

I had to buy a blue book for said English test. I didn't have any change so I had to buy a blue book--with a twenty dollar bill. I broke a twenty for 16 cents.

Go college.

Just another of my fabulous AIM conversations with my sister.

SISTER: OMGGG GI HOPE DOSSOOOO!!!!!SAS<>!<@~!!!!
ME: OMG Y DID U NOT TYPE LIKE THAT FOR ANDREW
SISTER: LAY OFFFFF I FORGOETTET!TTT!<@!><@!!!!@!#!!!!
SISTER: your next blog could be, you know you have cool siblings when.
SISTER: HAHAHDJSHDAHDHAHA LMAO!!<@!><@!!
SISTER: ROTFLOLOL!@@SISTER: AND YOU COUJLD COPYU YOURR COMVNERSATIONS S>AM!@!!!!!!!!!! HOW CRAZZY!N@!!!!!!!
SISTER: ok or you could not talk and make me feel like an idiot
SISTER: either or
SISTER: its like im talking to a wall here
SISTER: "its like pulling teeth" -tom hanlon

"You know you're late to class when you're supposed to leave at a quarter till and you're still watching the final showcase on 'The Price is Right' to see if Maurice picks the vacation to Rio De Janero or the Jet Skis/Barbecue set."

-Drew, my roommate

It's been a while, I know.

I won't get your hopes up by saying I'll post regularly and I won't say that this post will be any good.

But I'll post anyways.

Earlier this week, Mike (the opinions section editor) asked me to write an article for Flyer News about anything I wanted. Anything. He gave me a couple days and a limit of about 500 words and I found that I had absolutely nothing to write about. I wrote on my blog every day during the summer and found that enjoyable, but somehow writing for a deadline felt like a chore. Over the summer, I wrote for me. For this article, however, I was writing for someone else and I'm not sure that I liked it.

My dad called and asked how my major is and how much I like it.

I told him I wasn't sure, and I'm still not. How's English, does anybody know?