ah.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

AH.

AH AH.

ok, so i had one metric buttload of fun tonight (friday night). ho gosh. ho gosh. ho. gosh.

note to self: aaron and pizza hut MIX. MIXMIXMIX. i need......i need to design the perfect pizza that describes (through toppings, crust, and sauce) the aaron baker experience.

ho gosh.

i'm starting another band on the side (the gallies is on the front). i'm going to call it The Aaron Baker Experience. it'll be like ben folds. piano and wailing. and everyone will be asking themselves "where's the aaron baker experience? this is a chick. i think her name is Suzi?"

but yeah. mere, jon, aaron, me went to fishers pizza hut for a visit. caryn never showed up (quick note: caryn you suck. i dont care about the stupid jazz band. what's more important? FAMILY or JAZZ BAND. i think you know the answer, if you dig deep enough.)

i just...i cant....i cant write. there are no words. no words. i hate when words fail me. grrrr.

aaron interacted beautifully with the pizza hut gang. per (NOT PIERRE, NOT PEAR) was a little bit strange, due to the dynamics of the situation and i felt like worlds were colliding...but the rest sat down and it all flowed brilliant smooth. aaron and tara were hilarious to watch. i dont need to do sit ups tonight because i was laughing so hard. and what was that? "aaron, you broke our eye contact!" said suzin, trying to distract aaron from the conversation that was going on that he wasnt supposed to be noticing. "SUZIN. he wasnt looking at your eyes, he was looking at..." (you can fill in the blanks) tara quipped.

then everyone fell out of their chairs and laughed til they cried. and jamanda went on, stone-faced, doing all the work.

IT WAS SO GREAT.

seriously you guys, i think i had more fun all at once than i have in a long time.

and we didnt even need caryn. that would've been too much. overstimulation.

then we came back and aaron went to battle of the beds while mere and suzin headed over to battle of the bands. then michelle came to fetch us and we fetched jon while we were being fetched and headed upstairs and listened to some bands. some tried to hard, and some were aight. then while the judges deliberated jon mclaughlin played (he's coo. meredith is probably going to marry him or something). then they announced the winners. they gave out really randomly weird prizes (i love sac that way. a case of ramen. i won a case of ramen for knowing lyle the farmer in nd. a case of ramen). some emoXcore band won (WHO WERE THEY?! i wanna know, if you know leave a comment and tell me!) and then they played. i stayed to watch. ah. ah ah.

i love emocore kids. they're flipping great. i love to watch them. spirit fingers and their pseudokarate-arms-flailing slamming around....i love it. and the little hipster lead guitar/singer guy in the middle, he was so cute! cute! cute! not in an "i want you" way, but in an "i want to hug you so bad coz you're cute" way. i didnt though. i really wish i had. that would've rounded out the night perfectly.

the music was getting me riled, but it was turning inward. so now i'm kind of in that "dark place" region. not necessarily bad. i dont think. how does jon put it? "introspective."

then there was the snow fiasco. why dont we take our own advice? gosh we're stupid. meredith and i seriously know better. but katie and michelle are so mommish and they MADE us go with them....ug. i dont want to die. i dont want to die. matt, you dont have to prove anything to us! WE KNOW. WE'RE SCARED. heck, we'll stay paranoid for the rest of the semester just waiting for it. gosh. i want to cry right now.