Bethy and I at one of the basketball games.
Girls' Night Out with Katie and Bethy.
Sigma Chi Formal 2007 with my date, Justin.
Sigma Phi Epsilon Formal with Brett, Seth and Jen.
Friday, June 01, 2007
Some Pictures...
I think I've finally figured out what was wrong with my attempts at posting pictures, so here are some from the last semester at school-
Bethy and I at one of the basketball games.
Girls' Night Out with Katie and Bethy.
Sigma Chi Formal 2007 with my date, Justin.
Sigma Phi Epsilon Formal with Brett, Seth and Jen.
Bethy and I at one of the basketball games.
Girls' Night Out with Katie and Bethy.
Sigma Chi Formal 2007 with my date, Justin.
Sigma Phi Epsilon Formal with Brett, Seth and Jen.
I should be outside enjoying this weather...
Ok so I’ts been forever, and I’m sorry about that. School is over and I’m back in the beautiful state of Oregon loving this amazing weather. I’m also still unemployed and bored out of my mind, so if you can help out with that at all, it would be greatly appreciated.
On a better note, my last week in Valpo was absolutely perfect. Friday night Katie, Beth and I went back to the fondue place for a final girls’ night of the year and the waiter, while not as attractive, was much nicer than Tom. We came back from that and even though I had two finals on Saturday (seriously, my school is so dumb) I still watched a movie with Jamesy and Jon, as well as the other John, who is their roommate in the house next year. We watched Green Street Hooligans, and it was actually pretty good. Rather bloody, and a little more Elijah Wood than I can handle but still very entertaining. Saturday night Brett and I went out to dinner and then to the Bullwinkles of Valpo where I promptly got my clock cleaned in miniature golf. I’ve decided that those things should really only be 9 holes long, because I just get bored from concentrating and start trying to see what I can make the ball do. Consequently, my score suffers. So I lost by 8 strokes. There’s a reason my golf team participation didn’t extend past freshman year of high school. Monday after my biology final a bunch of us went out to the dunes, which may not sound very exciting, but when you’re stuck in hickville, the beach is actually really nice. Plus, it’s right on the shores of Lake Michigan, which is so cold that you get numb after a while, so swimming isn’t actually that bad. It turned out to be about 95 that day and I got a really nice tan. After a shower and some pizza I went to my last night of work and worked on finishing packing. (which is another story in itself) The next morning Bethy and I finished loading the car and left for St. Louis around 2. I drove through some serious downpour and followed an undercover cop most of the way which was rather entertaining. Once we got there we went to dinner with Jon and Brett, since they live in StL and experienced Ted Drewes which I’m told is a hometown favorite. It also happens to be owned by one of their frat brother’s family. I met Brett’s family and his best friend, all of whom are very nice people. (and I’m not just saying that, they really are nice). Bethy and I left relatively early the next morning and started the longer leg of our drive. I can honestly tell you that there isn’t anything exciting between Saint Louis and Denver, unless you happen to be a fan of the Royals. I’ve pretty much decided that I just hate Kansas City as a whole (mostly because I’m bitter that the Royals never moved to Ptown- we are SO much cooler here). Bethy’s house is very country but also very welcoming and she lives in a gorgeous valley in Colorado- no wonder she misses the mountains.
Visiting my brother in Denver was really nice. The weather was good and it was fun to see how he lives out there. I’m ready to adopt Carmella when I move out of the dorms, and the restaurant he works in serves a great filet. After a Rockies game on Saturday night (against none other than the Royals) I felt that I had experienced a fair amount of Denver in the few days I was there. The Real World house is no longer a house for those of you who care. It’s also located about three blocks from Coors Field, lucky bastards.
Since I got home about two weeks ago I’ve been watching a lot of the Discovery Channel, an entire season of Brothers & Sisters and consumed a ridiculous amount of girl scout cookies. Mom and I fly down to Santa Barbara tomorrow for Grandpa’s memorial tournament which is at the Montecito Country Club this year, so it should be very special.
On a side note, I’ve spent almost fifty hours in the air in the last nine months. I’m a professional traveler. Seriously.
Call me, I’m bored.
On a better note, my last week in Valpo was absolutely perfect. Friday night Katie, Beth and I went back to the fondue place for a final girls’ night of the year and the waiter, while not as attractive, was much nicer than Tom. We came back from that and even though I had two finals on Saturday (seriously, my school is so dumb) I still watched a movie with Jamesy and Jon, as well as the other John, who is their roommate in the house next year. We watched Green Street Hooligans, and it was actually pretty good. Rather bloody, and a little more Elijah Wood than I can handle but still very entertaining. Saturday night Brett and I went out to dinner and then to the Bullwinkles of Valpo where I promptly got my clock cleaned in miniature golf. I’ve decided that those things should really only be 9 holes long, because I just get bored from concentrating and start trying to see what I can make the ball do. Consequently, my score suffers. So I lost by 8 strokes. There’s a reason my golf team participation didn’t extend past freshman year of high school. Monday after my biology final a bunch of us went out to the dunes, which may not sound very exciting, but when you’re stuck in hickville, the beach is actually really nice. Plus, it’s right on the shores of Lake Michigan, which is so cold that you get numb after a while, so swimming isn’t actually that bad. It turned out to be about 95 that day and I got a really nice tan. After a shower and some pizza I went to my last night of work and worked on finishing packing. (which is another story in itself) The next morning Bethy and I finished loading the car and left for St. Louis around 2. I drove through some serious downpour and followed an undercover cop most of the way which was rather entertaining. Once we got there we went to dinner with Jon and Brett, since they live in StL and experienced Ted Drewes which I’m told is a hometown favorite. It also happens to be owned by one of their frat brother’s family. I met Brett’s family and his best friend, all of whom are very nice people. (and I’m not just saying that, they really are nice). Bethy and I left relatively early the next morning and started the longer leg of our drive. I can honestly tell you that there isn’t anything exciting between Saint Louis and Denver, unless you happen to be a fan of the Royals. I’ve pretty much decided that I just hate Kansas City as a whole (mostly because I’m bitter that the Royals never moved to Ptown- we are SO much cooler here). Bethy’s house is very country but also very welcoming and she lives in a gorgeous valley in Colorado- no wonder she misses the mountains.
Visiting my brother in Denver was really nice. The weather was good and it was fun to see how he lives out there. I’m ready to adopt Carmella when I move out of the dorms, and the restaurant he works in serves a great filet. After a Rockies game on Saturday night (against none other than the Royals) I felt that I had experienced a fair amount of Denver in the few days I was there. The Real World house is no longer a house for those of you who care. It’s also located about three blocks from Coors Field, lucky bastards.
Since I got home about two weeks ago I’ve been watching a lot of the Discovery Channel, an entire season of Brothers & Sisters and consumed a ridiculous amount of girl scout cookies. Mom and I fly down to Santa Barbara tomorrow for Grandpa’s memorial tournament which is at the Montecito Country Club this year, so it should be very special.
On a side note, I’ve spent almost fifty hours in the air in the last nine months. I’m a professional traveler. Seriously.
Call me, I’m bored.
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