I haven't forgotten about you...

I am simply guilty of neglect.

I don't even really know where to begin, it's been so long since I have posted anything.

I could recap entire weekends spent out of town, or give minute details that would be of no interest to anyone save myself, so I will just write about the highlights.

1. I took my last final ever last Wednesday. Dr. Thompson handed me the Compostion and Rhetoric final and said, "Is this your last final?" To which I replied, "Yes." And she said, "Well, it's been a long road." To which I just uttered, "Indeed." I finished my final, walked out the door, and realized that that class was most likely the last class I will ever sit in. I am not going to lie, there was a momentary panic, especially since I have been in school, with nothing longer than a three month break, for over eighteen years. I am scared, because I am the kind of person that must have structure, but I am also excited, because I can now focus all of my energy towards my thesis and MA Exams.

2. I went to Austin and saw Maria Bamford with Ashley, Shannon, and Toby. I will post photos from that excursion at a later date. I have them, I just too lazy to deal with Flickr right now. After seeing Maria, who is quite possibly the funniest person ever, these events occured in what I can only deem pretty close to this order: hookah bar, a girl named Tiffin with at least eight piercings on her face alone, an apple pie and the offer of whiskey to go with it, the purchase of Heineken but not the drinking of it, a 15 minute nap on Tiffin's (who I met a few hours previous) bed, acting as human dictionary for Tiffin's boyfriend who worked at the said hookah bar, not sleeping, waking Ashley and Toby up at 7:30am from the coffee shop next door where Shannon and I had been since 3:30am talking, delirium, a quesadilla, eight cups of coffee, a waiter Shannon referred to as Brad the entire time we were at the coffee shop...even when we learned that his name was actually John...or something. A long car ride back with good conversation, a skilled and well-rested driver, and not enough Diet Coke.

3. Girls Weekend Volumes 3 and 4 took place in the Metroplex. Pretty much the same madness--Katy, Ashley, and me. Vol. 3 featured the return of Mikey the Minister, which continually astounds me. To recap, we met him during Girls Weekend Vol. 2 at a bar called The Library. Then, a month later, we go to a different bar that none of us had ever been to, went to a random room at this bar, and there...leaning against the wall...was Mikey. I saw him, did a double take, and said, "MIKEY!!!" He remembered us and we spent the rest of the evening hanging out with him (and a few other guys we still believe to be terrorists in training) on the dance floor. For more interesting photos from that weekend, see http://rockwithrobotron.blogspot.com. Ashley's got the goods when it comes to the photographic gems from that weekend. The guy (you can only see his back in the photo) that I am dancing with was nice...but he was the victim of Melia's first giving of a fake phone number. I felt horrible afterwards... because I lied, not because I ever wanted to see him again. Vol. 4 was this past weekend and we mostly just shopped for Ashley's new apartment. It was a lot of fun, but it flew by too quickly. We did manage to make our way to David's Bridal to pick up my dress for Emily's wedding, which is this weekend. I can't believe it.

I can't think of anything else to write about right now. I am in the middle of this incredible memoir, and I would really like to finish it tonight. Do yourself a favor, and if you like memoirs, pick up anything by Mary Karr. You will never turn back.

To all my friends wrapping up their finals, good luck. For all of you that are sick, start feeling better soon. And for anyone looking to hear some good music, come out to The Zone this Friday and Saturday; Core 47 is playing and it's going to be an awesome show.