Improv Mafia was super-spectacular tonight. It was made even better because Justin was there! Improv Mafia received Justin's seal of approval. He laughed at a lot of things that "the old Justin" (which is probably a figment of my own imagination, I realize my shortcoming in this arena) wouldn't have found amusing. Afterwards, Erin, Jeff, Donnelle, Dan, Justin and I all went to Watterson for smoothies, et cetera. For the most part, it was super-spiffy-ophilis.
::censors herself::
And now... I'm going to work on the These Aren't My Shoes website. If you'd like to take a look at our logo, you can now do so. Thanks, Seth! You're my heeeeero!
Tomorrow, I'm having lunch with my old posse. Justin, Michelle, and me, at Denny's. Suddenly, this painful and crazy time of year is looking up. Lunch and road trips with my old school friends, a week off of school (where I get to... work every day... yay?) and of course, the lovely, the wonderful, the hormonal... Spring Fever. ... Where do I get my innoculation? (Oh, yeah, that's right. Behind the couch.)
::forgets to erase those last couple sentences of inside jokes::
::muses that I'm now getting a little ridiculous with the colons::
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