Living the Life

Its moments like this that I wish I had a single dorm. Sorry, I should probably give you the story before my two cents. My roommate (girl1) has her friend here and he (boy1) won't leave. This happens because her other friend (girl2) is dating his friend (boy2) who happens roommates with boy1. I'm the X factor. I have absolutely nothing to do with any of these interconnecting relationships. I don't even know why I sit here and put up with this. I could be spending time elsewhere.... just kidding. This is Moorhead, Minnesota and I have NOWHERE that I could go that wouldn't involve more people. Golly, I take antisocial to a new level. I just want to sleep..... It was my goal to be sleeping almost 2 hours ago. But they've been here. FOREVER.
Now boy1 is singing. Country. That's gross. I can't even stand that stuff when its on the radio that girl1 feels the need to play constantly. It just loops over and over and over and over. Beer. Horses. My boy's a ruffian. I love her but I shouldn't. Girls are like tequila. My beer is so tasty. Cows are my best friends. I'm drunk and cheap, would you like to see my pantaloons? Beer. Horses. My boy's a ruffian. I love her but I shouldn't. Girls are like tequila. My beer is so tasty. Cows are my best friends. I'm drunk and cheap, would you like to see my pantaloons? Beer. Horses. My boy's a ruffian. I love her but I shouldn't. Girls are like tequila. My beer is so tasty. Cows are my best friends. I'm drunk and cheap, would you like to see my pantaloons? Beer. Horses. My boy's a ruffian. I love her but I shouldn't. Girls are like tequila. My beer is so tasty. Cows are my best friends. I'm drunk and cheap, would you like to see my pantaloons? Beer. Horses. My boy's a ruffian. I love her but I shouldn't. Girls are like tequila. My beer is so tasty. Cows are my best friends. I'm drunk and cheap, would you like to see my pantaloons? Beer. Horses. My boy's a ruffian. I love her but I shouldn't. Girls are like tequila. My beer is so tasty. Cows are my best friends. I'm drunk and cheap, would you like to see my pantaloons?
SEEEEEEE!!!!!! ANNOYING.

And I know I shouldn't complain about being given money and a potentially free education, but I've been awarded a hefty scholarship from my current institution of higher learning and received a letter enlightening me that I had been chosen as a semifinalist for their second highest scholarship. Since I have (hopefully) two years left in my BA degree program, that would kind of be like getting paid to go to college.... Yes'm. I don't know what to do... deal with the corn and make everyone but myself happy or go somewhere else live a life full of student loan debt, but be satisfied with the educational path I've chosen OR (DUM DUM DA DAAAA!!!!)  go to another country where they would appreciate my eccentric yet spastic movements and slightly frightening and discerning appearance.
I think you can tell from the classy and exciting intro that I am all for that option. But I would have little to no financial backing from the parental units. I don't know, everything seems better in Europe. I'm thinking Iceland (yeah I know), Norway, or the Netherlands. They have great music institutes, plus they don't know charge a crap ton of tuition.

****************Kristin and I have a game plan P.S.!!!!*****************Stay tuned!!!!*******

What else would make us feel better at moments like these than knowing we're not alone. 

Just look at this guy. He looks bat sh*t crazy!