insert angel face here

it was an evening like any other. ucla hung on to win its 2nd-to-last basketball game. jenn and i switched between it and repeats of the OC. we talked about boys. i baked cookies. and then stephen came over.

he planned to do laundry and studiously crank out his spanish essay while waiting for it to be spun and tumbled. but jenn had bought wine earlier. and there were those fresh cookies on the counter. what harm is one glass and a cookie or two? and why not bust out the gaudi puzzle on the round table?

"clare, put on some music."

we spun through the classics, and when michael jackson came on, we decided that we needed to somehow honor his trial at the santa barbara courthouse. before the end of the quarter, the plan is to gather a clan of us to dress up as little kids in bonnets and oshkoshb'gosh and memorize new lyrics to michael jackson tunes, like man in the mirror. ("gonna make a change for once in my life." hah!) we shall then grace the mj supporters with our voices one sunny--or, highly likely, rainy--day. oooo, maybe you'll see us on tv!

what harm is two glasses and licking cheese off a mutual knife? puzzle pieces came together and we plotted a way to get all of our parents together for a graduation party. we plan on getting them drunk. shh.

and then suddenly it is the middle of the night and i'm writing in my online blog while slightly tipsy. yay for spell check. and this is why i love college. the end.