MadelineAwesome

Dear guyz,

MadelineAwesome wrote:
ur eulogy is so fucking g00d
SO good.

Sashabcdefgh wrote:
good
i am glad
glad i have a good friend like u to be able to write my eulogy

MadelineAwesome wrote:
i kinda want you to die so i can give it to real people instead of my speech class.

i have noticed that sometimes when d00ds use the bathroom on my all-girls floor, they leave that seat up. that is NOT okay. i decided to take some action. i wanted a stern message with an angry black man pictured. so i googled “angry black man” and appropriately enough, the Unforgivable guy was a top hit. so i went with that theme. and here is the result.

this is how all three(3) of the stalls look now.

and if your old eyes still can’t read that shiz:

and just for kicks: here is a cool picture and a picture of the urinals that boys are NOT allowed to use on my floor. I dont want to walk in there to see yalls member out yo pants.

so plz. put the seats down. i dont want to touch them. ick.

pizza and i have an awkward relationship. I didn’t like pizza until like 7th grade which really put me in an odd situation at most birthday parties, class parties, group project gatherings and really it ruined my life every day. But eventually i got into it. But only if it was plain cheese pizza. and if it had too much sauce, i’d peel off the cheese, wipe off some sauce and stick the cheese back on. And as a chicagoan, i committed blasphemy everytime the cheesey, saucey carb entered my mouth–i ate thin crust exclusively. Around junior year i decided to give spinach deep dish a try and OMG I FELL IN LUFF. srsly. luff it. but i still pretty much stuck with my classic cheese thin crust. ENTER COLLEGE. I don’t know how it happened, but someone persuaded me that i had to eat the sausage and mushroom at motherbears, the most happening pizza place in all of Bloomington. Whatever, i’m new, trying to make friends, i obliged. AND OMG I WAS ALSO IN LOVE WITH IT.  so my favorite thing in the world now is Mother Bears with sausage and mushroom. I don’t know if chicago people know about this, but outside of chicago, sausage is different. its not like the chunky shit we’re used to–its like ground beef. and its GLORIOUS. omg i love it.

but anyways. the other night, as you may have read in this post, adam and i ordered a pizza, not motherbears(4th in the nation yall)  because they were closed. but yeah. that pizza with love. but we ordered it and ate most of it. but there were two slices left. and the next day, i was hungry. so i did somethind i’d never done before—I ATE COLD PIZZA WTF?

here is the documentation of me eating cold pizza for the first time.

Last night Adam and I ordered a pizza online. We picked our toppings–mushroom and chicken, our side–breadsticks (cheese sticks cost more and are gross.) and then the online order form had a blank box for “special instructions”.

Our special instructions were something along the lines of the following:

“please make our pizza with love. and by love i mean as much love as is humanly possible. Also please include a pinch of good luck and stardust. Does this order include a unicorn?”

When we recieved our pizza, the box looked like this:

so yah. successful.

Once upon a time, a few weeks ago, a friend’s mother asked me this: “Madeline, how cold does it have to get before you wear socks?” Well Jesse’s mom…today, today I have an answer.

the answer is it has to be 3 degrees but fee like -13 degrees. Because today, for the first time since social norms in korea forced me to, i am wearing socks. It was really a walk of shame, all 4 feet of it, from my desk to my underwear drawer–which houses my 2 pairs of socks. I almost didnt know how to put them on. my shoes felt tight and uncomfortable. But i’m wearing them. But when this weather subsides i will go back to my glorious ways of foot freedom.

today i was required to sit at home all day and wait for the UPS man. we don’t know what the package is that we’re waiting on, but we know that UPS left us a note saying that sometime between 10am and 5pm they will be attempting to deliver this package for the LAST time.

SO. here i was at 1130 am watching Barney when i noticed some new orange dipshit on there.

who IS this guy?

I had to let all my friends know about this. The text i sent said “There is a new dinosaur on Barney. WTF?”

here are some responses.

“You’re weird” -Kevin—Now he actually send ‘your weird’ but i’m sure he really meant to use the contraction instead of the possessive.

“Wait why? What is its name?”-Adam
“I don’t know. I started watching too late. but he is orange and might be mexican.”-MadelineAwesome
“I don’t get it. What is his motivation?”-Adam

“WHAT? That was the only constant in my life.”- Sasha

Its okay sasha. We’ll get through this together. that is what friends are for.

after some research. here is what i’ve found about this new guy.

MSNBC reports:
“The new season that kicks off Monday adds a new splash of color, a tiny orange hadrosaur named Riff. The pint-sized cousin of Barney’s pals BJ and Baby Bop loves music, showing his enjoyment when his crest blinks with colorful light.”

his crest blinks with colorful light? kids today are overstimulated. please go back to singing mr. knickerbocker.

i am mildly obsessed with tetris.

this is my new record.

in other news:

my college bestie Adam wants to be blogged about. so. here are some cute pictures i took of adam and some statements about him.

(k so i didnt take this picture, but i DID bling it out.)

adam loves korea like me.

adam stole my glasses, my hat and several of my shirts. a hole.

When I was little I was pretty into raking leaves. I mean, raking them was actually the shitty part, but jumping in them afterwards was really great. Not that leaves ever really acted as that great of a padding. You pretty much were just hoping for the leaves to fly everywhere. That was the only pay off for jumping up and landing on the ground and getting crunchy shit in every single orifice. Actually the entire idea seems pretty stupid now. All of the “free-spirited” people at college think they are alternative and don’t care about social norms for “growing up” and jump in the piles of leaves that have been painstakingly created by the landscaping staff. Anyways, the point is that eventually I got sick of raking leaves but I still had to do it. But what is cool is that I sort of developed an allergy to dry ass leaves. I started getting hives all over when I was raking the leaves so i didnt have to do it ever again and the bottom line is that if you hate a chore, you can pretty much convince your body to get allergic to it and it will oblige you.

But I DO like the fall colors. To be honest, one of my reasons for choosing Indiana University was the trees. I visited last year just as the trees were starting to turn colors and I was pretty much sold on the place. Well, that is a lie because I pretty much hated the idea of the entire state of Indiana until like 5 months ago, but it was a selling point for sure. This is the part of the post where I’d like to post a picture of the pretty leaves on campus, but its dark outside. so Here is a picture of what you would see if you were my laptop and tilted slightly to your left/my right:

streetlamp that keeps me up. ugh. h8 you.

also: that is not the moon at the top of the window, its an obama poster. obama=so into circles. srsly. so progressive.

here is a picture I did not take of fall leaves at IU:

in other news: OBAMA WON YALL. if you read the first post on this blog over 2 years ago, you would know that i predicted this long long ago. I win.

::edit::
here is a picture from my shitty phone camera. check out the foliage yall.

I made some half-ass songs. i kinda like them. some people like them. maybe you will. wanna hear? wanna be my myspace friend?

http://www.myspace.com/madelineandthebigcatfamily