how embarrassing.

so. i saw stacey sitting there at the bus stop, and, after slightly scaring her, i sat with her.

we decided to talk in british accents, so for the entire time sitting at the bus stop, and the entire time on the bus, we were talking (rather loudly, i must admit) in british accents.

unfortunately, on the stop before ours, one of stacey's friends from MC got into the bus and greeted us enthusiastically. stacey and i sheepishly said hi and carried on the conversation in our regular, american accents. aaaaaaaaannnd everyone on the bus officially thinks that we're big dorks. gotta love it.

i shall leave this house with a distorted image of self

kate's mirror somehow makes me look a tiny bit skinnier than i am.

shockingly, i don't really have a problem with that.

i DO have a problem with mary's mirror in our room. it makes me look almost obese.

it is not good for me.

everything i try on makes me look bad, until i run over to kate's mirror for reassurance.
most of the other girls in our house refuse to even look in it.

this will have to change soon, before i develop an eating disorder.

go terps!

my first terps soccer game of the season: MD vs. duke.

my first terps soccer game of the season: MD vs. duke.
i got to sit next to yuko and tuffer!!

does that not look like the smoke monster from lost? about to devour those puny soccer players!



these controversial pictures taken by bryan:

the scarf of controversy.

the neck of controversy.

the beard of controversy.

pretty christy, whose photograph is serving to represent the "four on the couch" game that we played afterward at "john david AND SAM's party"

still no tv.

i don't think it's even been turned on.

when i was little....

i wanted plastic surgery to make my eyes like this.



i also named all of my dolls rachel.

ha.

quiet time fairy

stacey in the back room

~8am

ramen disaster

"YES! ramen!" i thought as i scarfed down the noodles. i had eaten most of them by the time i realized that there was a small dead bug in my soup.

i pensively placed him on the side of the bowl and began to wonder if he had, in fact, been inside the ramen package before i had even cooked it.

to my horror, as i forked another bunch of noodles, there were two small maggot-like baby moths, dead on my fork.

(those are wormy-moths on the side of my plate, not noodles)

(and there's the momma moth herself.)


needless to say, i think i won't eat ramen for a while.