Robert Bruce Rocks and My Life Sucks

There hasn't been much to report on. Kansas City is still better than Chicago. No one will admit it, but they always end up pretending it's New York. Some kid stayed with me from SF, and kept blabbing on the phone that he was waiting for Kanye and Common to show up at my apartment. Guess what Jafar-- they aren't coming because everyone knows it's a coast game.

I am so Claire Danes in Romeo and Juliet

This was an interesting week for no interesting reason.

I made a Twitter (ugh, I know); wrote a letter to Robert Bruce, and made a fool out of myself.

I saw some movies, cried to my friend, and took care of a friend that needed me.

I made a PowerPoint, talked to my parents, climbed up a StairMaster, and puked at a gay club.

All of these collections of things have no real importance, but at the end of the week they seem like something pretty important. Some of it was very important, at least to someone else.

PS. I love these from Sprout Home. So cute!