mario! luigi!

so my dad never says what he wants for father's day. he always says, "you don't need to get me anything." yea right. i know he's thinking, "if only i could tell her about the deer in kansas i shot that really needs to be mounted."but this father's day i made him fess up, and it turns out he wants a grapefruit squeezer. i still maintain that i will buy him milk, as i strongly suspect he will use it and it won't turn up in the cabinet above the refrigerator with the panini maker and waffle maker and other stuff i have so lovingly bestowed upon him on father's day. if it did end up there, we would have bigger problems including but not limited to stench, maggots, and perhaps e-coli. and his only daughter may abandon him. thus, my primary goal for today is to locate a quality grapefruit squeezer. oh, and get a job.

the past couple days have been pretty good. on sunday, jessica, cray cray jay, and i ventured to the pool. i find myself third-wheeling a lot lately. third-wheeling is one of my most favorite activities....! but cray cray jay is a professional at that so i don't feel so bad. after begging like mishka and becko (meowwwww), i convinced jessica and cray cray jay to play marco polo with me. as we are children of the early 90s, it turned into mario! luigi! instead of marco! polo! for a little while. unfortunately, we were unable to enter the castle to locate the secret stars and defeat bowser by swinging him around by his tail. anyone remember the snowy scene with the penquins and bobsleds? that was my FAVE. the only thing that compared was the level where you could fly around and there were rainbows and stuff. i do enjoy flying.
i can't seem to remember what i did after the pool, but i suspect it was remotely productive. at least i hope it was.
on monday, i took my car in. the maintenance  light had been on for around 800 miles (don't judge), and the accelerator pedal had begun to stick. when i asked him what that meant, erika's race walking coach, who is helping to train us amateurs, told me that meant i should be driving the car under no circumstances. go figure. after dropping off lucy, my car, i was picked up by cray cray jay, and we ventured around to multiple law enforcement offices in the area to get him and his band approved for rockin out downtown. apparently cray cray jay hasn't committed any serious crimes. that they know about. don't worry, band, my lips are sealed.
yesterday, i pac-ed it up and witnessed a whole lot of incoming freshman basketball players aka giants. quite tall. empire state building status. i shouldn't be intimidated by freshmen, but i was. they were just so TALL. i ran into katie, and we decided to plan a fourth of july camping trip into the great outdoors. should you decide to come with us, don't forget to remember your bear bells, mosquito nets, freeze-dried mac and cheese, and of course your sticks to scare off the mountain lions. right, meredith?

last night, erica, jessica, taylor, cray cray jay, and i played just dance on taylor's wii. have you noticed that cray cray jay is most often surrounded by only women? taylor is freakin awesome at that game. she can do the worm, the coffee-grinder, double back handsprings and the shopping cart, the hardest move of them of them all. i am horrendous. seriously. awful. if you want to ruthlessly mock your friends and blackmail them with videos (i enjoy activities such as these), invest in the game asap.

i'm off to 1. buy a grapefruit squeezer, 2. re-glue myself to the tv and the bold endeavors of american hero jack bauer (he is real btw. the government is attempting to protect national security by disguising him as keifer sutherland. but seriously), 3. eat the rest of the box of strawberries i bought last night, and 4. wait what was number four!? ahhhhh. oh yea, get a job.

wow, i can't believe you're still reading. i like you.