“you look like you doinked and Umpa Loompa!”

So that friend of mine who rox my sox, well ive decided to make her a weekly blog because well she rox my sox, need I say more. Well anyways this story is even funnier so here it goes

So one day im sitting in class just waiting for class to begin, when nature calls and I had to piss like a race horse, well as I leave the class to head to the bathroom I run into none other than, Lauren Scott, the little Texas girl who I will one day marry, well not really but hey who cares. Well I take one look at her and one thing become immediately clear to me. People in texas don't wear bronzer, I mean this girl came strutin in like she was something else. I took one look at her and said.

    "you just discovered bronzer, didn't you?"

    She was looked at me and said, "what do you think."

The poor girl she was all sorts of janked up, all I could say was,

    "you looked like you doinked an Umpa loompa."

I dragged her into the bathroom and immedialy went to town explaining to her the proper method behind blending and applying bronzer, all of this while sitting in the men's bathroom. And once again basically I saved her life. Its beginning to become a trend with this girl.

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Lauren Scott

So I have this friend. Her name is Lauren, she rox my sox, I actually wrote a blog about her last semester but their was an interesting experience that occurred while I was stage managing Edwin drood. You see one day at rehearsal we had a run through and after the run through someone had told her that we were done. But in fact we were no done and had a very lengthy note session that followed after the run through. However during the note session I looked around and noticed that she was no where to be seen. So I pulled out my handy dandy cell phone and called her absent ass and was like homegirl where you at. And she was all like at my apartment, so what ended up happening was her coming and me hiding her under my jacked and sneaking her into the theatre. Well the second she sat down you hear the choreographer go. "where's lauren at" and her skinny butt is all out of breathe and panting and yells with what little air she has in her body and says "im right here." And basically I saved her life.

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An exercise I do daily

 

How often do you laugh, uninhibitedly laugh? Until the point that your cheeks are sore? Until you stomach aches? Until the actual sound of laughter is no longer audible, but you're still laughing?

 
 

If it's not daily, something needs to change.

 
 

Alright, everyone:

 
 

(Right now)

 
 

Smile. Okay. That's a start. Don't you feel goofy, sitting at your computer smiling? Now think of something hysterical, the last thing you can remember that really, really hit your funny bone. Stretch that smile, laugh. Come on. The stupidity adds to the effect. Laugh. Out loud. Louder. Scream. LAUGH.

 
 

Now think of happiness. Pure, unadulterated happiness. Just the emotion. Whatever that may be to you.

 
 

It's a consuming feeling, isn't it? The overwhelming joy. The inexpressible, all encompassing, completely controlling feeling.

 
 

Repeat once daily.

 
 

Twice for lifetime longevity.

 
 

Be happy.

 
 

Peace out.