Fingerless Gloves, Forgotten Loves, And other things that rhyme

Here. Here on my hand, I am wearing a pair of the most schmexiest gloves ever. They're andrew hinkley's. They're all kinds of pretty. They're blue, and black. And stripey and checkey, and fingerless.
Andrew Hinkley, all in all is kind of fantastic, I think I should mention.
He named what he called today "my best features after my sense of humor" mother superior and sister mary katherine. never before have i had a better guy friend :)
Aye, forgotten loves. I mostly put that there cuz it rhymed. I didn't actually want to talk about anything to do with this. But alas. uhm. It turned out okay, as far as my train wreck love life goes. Clean break, no lasting feelings. Except I kind of really dislike guys at this point. They're all the same, right? self centered, arrogant, small-attention span, boring, always using the same stupid kinds of lines, I don't even know why I bother talking to them. I already know whats going to happen....
Ugh, I'm so depressed tonight.
I read alice and jacks blog, twas all like finding out they're moving all over again, so I started crying in front of my mom and brother and they left pretty quick. But it's okay... I guess. aaahh. okay. quick, murie, think of a funny story to amuse yourself and the nice, polite reader.
oh!
over thanksgiving break, we were eating lunch with my grandpa, at his retirement home place, and a couple minutes after ordering, the waitress comes back in and says 'i'm really sorry, but we're out of the artichoke hearts' in a moment of passion, my cousin yells "DAMN IT!!!!!!!"
twas amusing.
well then, good night! perhaps ill blog tomorrow....
hmm. I'd like that, jack totally inspired me, I miss his talking so much. God, you don't even know.

Boxer Day

haha. yes. i know. it's boxing day.
i was joking around wit cha. i'm just that obscenely hilarious.
so this saturday was the last night of TKAM. twas all very exciting.
I went on the boxer run. and no, i dont have gender confusion issues. (i could see how one would make that mistake, what with the boys book club and boxers and stuff.)
a bunch of girl went, cuz we had slips.
twas excellent. something about running past my geometry and bio classrooms half naked is so freeing. i have seriously never run faster. or found it harder to run. i sprinted most of it (i'm very fast, i'll have you know. just kidding. haha.) but i was wearing tights. tights are horrible on tile floors, cuz you have absolutely no traction so you're sliding and you have to work twice as hard to keep going and not run into walls (or other people, god forbid i'd run into a dude. that would just be all kinds of awkward.) and stuff. and, just as i skidded past the darkened library, i thought to myself, wow, what a great blog post this'll make.