today is one of those days when i really want to post, but i have nothing to say. so bear with me, this could get ugly.

1. chuck was AWESOME last night. guh, i love this show.

2. i have a 93 in physics. this is considerably better than the grade i had at midterm time, which was a C.

3. i need to go to wegmans. i haven’t had carrots since last monday. this is unheard of.

4. i’m 98% sure i’m going back to brighton this weekend for some unfinished business. and the hair.

5. omigosh, in tonight’s episode of ncis when tony mentioned that his fingers were finging, i almost died. and then the adrenaline shot? and the comment about the machine going to 11? it was like fandom overload! simpsons, pulp fiction, spinal tap. amazing.

6. 2 and 1/2 more weeks of the semester left! this college things isn’t so bad, we get a month off for winter break. and i get to work!

7. i have listened to all my postal service songs on loop five times. that’s five hours of postal service in one day. i’m tempted to hit the “pause sumissions” button on my audioscrobbler, kind of like when i listened “i know all the presidents in order” 244 times in the span of four days.

8. jen, i used the icon. hahaha, it makes me laugh every time.

i have discovered that college isn’t really all that exciting. when it came to post yesterday, i couldn’t think of anything to say. when it came to post today, i still couldn’t think of anything. so here’s just some general updates on the life of lan.

yesterday my mom brought me and megan a used microfridge (it’s a mini-fridge with a microwave attached, it’s the only kind of microwave allowed on campus) for only $50, via craigslist. a new one would cost $500, and it’s $200 a year to rent a used one from the school. awesome? yes.

tonight i’m going home at 10pm because i’m working tomorrow for brighton rec at 9am. i’m not staying the whole weekend though, i plan to come back here before 3.

monday is my 18th birthday. no party this year, so don’t expect anything more than a “i’m 18 now, goodnight” post. lol.

oh, and i’ve been watching scrubs a lot lately, and after finishing seasons 5 and 6, i bought 3 on itunes and i’m about halfway through. i just watched the episode when janitor admits he has a crush on elliot, and they are officially my new OTP. seriously, i can’t get enough. if i wrote scrubs, here’s how i would pair: janitor/elliot, dr. cox/carla, JD/turk. none of those are canon though (it’s elliot/keith, dr. cox/jordan, turk/carla, and JD/whats-her-name). sad face.

today after attempting to dial my cell phone because i couldn’t find it, i got that “sorry, but your call can not be completed as dialed” or whatever recording. unphased, i tried again, because i sometimes dial too fast and mess up. it worked and i found my cell phone on the couch. then the doorbell rang as i was texting someone. i opened it up to find a police officer standing on the step. he asked me if everything was okay and if i needed help, because someone had dialed 911 from my house. considering both that i was the only one home and that i had dialed the wrong number once, i concluded that i was the idiot that called the friggin’ police. he told me to try to not do that again (although, i will admit this was the fourth time i’ve done it).

the weird part is, there are no nines in my phone number.

no one: hey lanni, what are you doing out here at 11 o’clock at night with a flashlight and a can of gray spray paint?
lanni: just doing my civic duty.

don’t forget to take in account that:
(a) i was actually graffiti-ing OVER some swear words that popped up over the weekend.
(b) my mother was with me.
(c) it was for the good of the country.

you’ll never believe it! only a week and two days later…

SENIOR BANQUET/BASH + SPRINGFEST.

SENIOR BALL.

why hello there blog. i’ve had a nice day. i did school. i did work. i did rosalie’s birthday party (geez, she has some crazy friends—they said out of all of the people there, i was the most normal, which i don’t get a lot, obvs).

i missed ncis though, so if anyone saw it, let me know what happened, mkay?

poppers and grammers took me to dinner today. okay, i don’t really call them that, but i like to refer to them as that in my head. i’m hoping my birthday is over now, because i’m really sick of it.

tomorrow’s day 4 = no frees.

Slept.