woooo friday night.

whoooa, long night last night. hung out with... everyone in the entire world. and, afterhours at mikey's house, which consisted of ryan looking at personals ads on the computer, ivy passed out on the floor, mikey and nathan (i think it's nathan, i'm so bad about putting the wrong name with a face. but i actually KNOW this kid, i've seen him in stuff at tcr, and with mikey. ah.) well, anywho, they just hung out and talked with ryan, and jon and i layed on mikeys bed and made fun of people, and gossiped. i heard "secrets don't make friends" like four billion times last night. oh well. valid secrets, things that aren't everyones business and weren't REALLY gossip. i promise.


"oh shut up, you want to have like, two thousand of his babies"
-mikey, after we were talking about.... someone. (i also vaguely remember that this lead to the discussion about naming said two thousand babies. boys willl be george, girls will be laquita)


"why don't you take that comment and mail it to about twelve minutes ago when it happened."
-mikey, again... (i was like "hey! you took your shirt off!" but apparently i was a little behind the times. jon thought it was hilarious, and insisted on writing it down.)


"you crush my will to live!"
-i'm really not sure. not my handwriting...


"do you guys hear that? it's the nerd alert, and it's going off."
-mikey, after well all broke into the cheer from the beginning of bring it on...