"Here's 50 pence, now you can say you weren't broke when you showed up in London."

Apparently Brand New's brand new album is on my phone. How? I will never know.

My wall got a sweet new tattoo Friday night. It's not coming off.

I think the worst part of this weekend was the fact that I was sober the entire time, meaning I made every crazy choice with full knowledge of what I was doing.

Today at work I had Europeans give me a $1 tip, some lady gave me a 50 pence piece which I gave to Nathalie so she won't be broke when she goes to England. I got some AWESOME tips. I walked in on my boss crying in the closet. I held my manager's baby. I got yelled at for helping people. I ahd 8 tables open at one time.

Courtney refuses to move into my room. Boo.

Last night me and Courtney went and saw women's drumming and walked forever in the rain and figured out the bus system....kind of. There was falafel and cake involved as well.

I made a shton of Rice Crispie Treats today.

Megan and I got sushi tonight because we're too lazy to cook.

I haven't talked to Jon Oliver in two days. I hope he is alive.

This weekend was pretty awesome, you wish you were here.

We spent like, 30 minutes stalking our Program Director trying to find out things about him since he never tells us anything. We are calling the ongoing investigation "Kellengate."

Apparently the bus girl at work complains about us as much as we complain about her.

I found a new use for the weird green felt packages my birth control pills come in: all-in-one ID/metro card/Money holder for da cloughb.

I hung out in the CSPAN bus yesterday at the book festival because it was wet outside.

I've started using the term "cha-ching" in my life. The bad thing is that I don't really want to be constantly reminded of where I heard it used frequently.