Love, love, love, love, love

My oh my oh my! Two years! It's fast approaching. This upcoming weekend is more important than even Valentine's Day. Yes, it's that big a deal. With all this love in the air I've decided to make a list of the things that I love the most.

10. The Carolines. Good friends, check! Bad decisions, check! The Carolines are my favorite for so many reasons: hills, High School Musical, and Metro pole dancing: The Carolines bring the fun.

9. Nellie's Sports Bar. Best nachos ever, trivia, and drag queen bingo. Need I say more?

8. Washington, DC. The best place in the world. Who doesn't love doing the monument crawl? What could be better than [semi]reliable public transit? No one and nothing. DC is the place.

7. Scratching mosquito bites. I hate the things, but there is such satisfaction that comes with scratching them. Itchy, itchy!

6. Being Republican. Elephants+fiscal responsibility=Beautiful.

5. Sookie Stackhouse and Bill Compton. True love. True Blood.

4. My Blackberry. I would be lost without it. It acts as my personal assistant, but I love it as my child.

3. The Ashton Clan. There is no stranger family, no family so diverse, and no family so meant to be. Maybe we're crazy, but love runs through these veins.

2. My mother. If you've met her, you know. She's quiet and shy and a little tiger.

1. The reason for the season: My beef, Christopher! I love the boy. Happy anniversary, baby!

Happy August 1st everyone!

Life without a rice cooker

Reasons I Don't Like Being a Real Adult:

5. The AC flooded my room.

4. My room is flooded and my mom can't call a plumber to clean it up.

3. My room is flooded.

2. My room smells like a moldy dog because it is flooded.

1. I have as much freedom as before, but less money.

Reasons I Like Being an Adult:

5. I ate too many nachos at Nellie's.

4. Someday, my room will not smell like mold.

3. I get to go to luncheons with congressmen.

2. Coryn rolled down a hill.

1. Zac Efron is of age.

I saw Aretha Franklin perform for the Fourth of July festivities on the West Lawn. I almost cried. I am way too flamboyant. I couldn't help it. She started singing "R-E-S-P-E-C-T" and I almost broke down. Saw a little Barry Manilo, too. He wore a white blazer. Of course.

I've been listening to such mellow music lately. I think it's mostly because my room smells like dog and otherwise I couldn't sleep. It is awful. Someone killed a dog and buried him in my carpet. My bedroom is gorgeous and amazing (covered in flowers and pink things) and flooded. It's like God gets a kick out of my dramatic, flamboyant nature.

Still no job. Being a slave has its perks. No taxes, for example. Also a perk: haven't had a mosquito bite in almost a week! I kill every mosquito I see. I think they know that I have declared war on their kind, and this war does not need congressional approval.

I love you all. I will try to keep you updated. Sorry for the lack of wit. I am tired and moldy.