Knock Knock! Who's There? Your Purse Got Stolen

It's been a while.

So over the time that I haven't been slaving on this blog (...or my own, for that matter) I've been working my butt off at Kohl's, getting something of a mild tan - meaning less white than usual - going on a few dates, going to a concert, and unfortunately getting my purse stolen.

So if I haven't texted anyone back lately, that's why.

I also couldn't buy anything or drive (legally, even though I did).

This Blog Needs a New Post!

Seriously, gals, this blog has been stuck in a '90's flashback since April. I feel like I need to perform CPR on this thing and get some life back into it. Sooooo
Live from the West Coast...Kelly's East Coast/West Coast musings:
1. Is "Carl Jr's" a west coast Hardee's because I'm pretty sure they have the same Star guy emblem?
2. I also think the mayonnaise changed its name out here too.
3. I saw an SUV limo the other day. Who would ride in that?
4. Why can I find Lebanon bologna out here but not back at college which is so much more closer to Lebanon (I'm talking the county not the country, although it's closer to the country too) than California is?
5. Was that a tiny earthquake or does a monster live under my bed?
6. Why haven't frozen yogurt places migrated east?
7. Why are doughnut places so abundant out here, and why haven't I had a doughnut yet?

To be continued...

OMFG flash back to the 90's

Ok, girls! time warp to the 90's! Even if you haven't seen this video watch it again.
Stay tuned to the last 2 seconds. It's the best part- promise.
Toy-Box (Best Friend)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BAfu2MBYEew

Actually, I lied. This is funnier. Just decided.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P0aXY2pM2sA&feature=related

Yeah...

So it's after midnight, and I should go to sleep, but first I have to do this. I don't really have anything to say; I was just tired of seeing that possum on screen every time I looked at our blog. Sorry, Alex, but I'm bumping your post down. Instead, enjoy this picture of a panda.
Good night all.

This Is Kelly's Home State Right Here

I had to put this on here for my Curly Pennsylvanian, KellyPaul.

Police: Drunk Pennsylvania man tried to revive dead opossum

BY THE ASSOCIATED PRESS)
Published: March 27, 2010

PUNXSUTAWNEY - State police have charged a central Pennsylvania man with public drunkenness after he was seen giving mouth-to-mouth "resuscitation" to a long-dead opossum along a highway.

Trooper Jamie Levier says several witnesses saw 55-year-old Donald Wolfe, of Brookville, near the animal along Route 36 in Oliver Township Thursday about 3 p.m. The trooper says one person saw Wolfe kneeling before the animal and gesturing as though he were conducting a seance, while another saw the mouth-to-mouth attempt.

Levier says Wolfe was "extremely intoxicated" and "did have his mouth in the area of the animal's mouth, I guess."

The Associated Press could not locate a home telephone number for Wolfe.

Oliver Township is about 65 miles northeast of Pittsburgh.

Alas, Human Connection!

I decided to put Kelly Paul out of her misery by taking Flat Kelly to Europe with me, and then talking to her to save her from her self isolation.
My job here is done.

Isolation Day 3

I awoke this morning to a world dark and grey. As was feared, the water supply went dry before dawn. Water began flowing again only recently. By my estimates, there is enough to last until Wednesday. Then I must seek a new place to dwell.
But life has not fully left this land. Today, I saw two deer on the outskirts of the territory.
However, deer are not good conversationalists. At least I have not yet resorted to making sock puppets in order to engage in some sort of dialogue. I am not fully mad yet.
The day is still young, and I shall attempt to make contact with the outside world.
All's quiet on the northern front.

Isolation Day 2

It has been over 24 hours since the Departure. I survived the night, and it is only now that the quiet is starting to get to me. I have not started to monologue yet, but I fear that will occur before the night is over.
I look out the window, and while I see signs of civilization, they are devoid of life.
The water supply may not last long, and tomorrow I must travel into foreign territory. I have the documents so that I may pretend to be one of these "others," but I feel that they can see through my disguise. I must do what I can.
Good night, and good luck.

I Guess That's More True than a Joke.

So I can't embed this for some reason, but here's a link to an awesome Lost spoof.

BoGirls are Now...Garden Girls?

So it seems like our little crew of BoGirls (with the exceptions of Anne and Morgan) will be in the Gardens next year. Does this mean that we'll be Garden Girls?

I don't think so, really.

I feel like a BoGirl is a sort of awkward sorority that doesn't necessarily change names once you leave the House of the Sketchy Bathtub. The Bogart Boys have long since left the dorms and still consider themselves a brotherhood of the Bo, and I don't think that having an apartment not half a mile away should change the name to Garden Girls.

(Although I totally propose having some plants on our balcony next year, it's a Garden dammit).

What We Have Here is a Failure to Communicate

I wanted to take the time to update the Blog that Time Forgot and make an appeal to my fellow BoGirls that we toooooooootally need to Skype. Like now.

Well, not now, it's only 5:36 AM EST while it's 10:36 AM GMT.

But you get what I mean. I miss your faces and we need to talk and perhaps plan sometime where we can all get together this summer or something.

(Oh, and a mention! That last post that Kelly made has a picture that looks suspiciously like the Glastonbury Abbey that we visited two weeks ago)

The Blog that Time Forgot

So I should be writing my LA application essay, but I'm currently sick to death of essay writing and running on little sleep (note to self: couch-good for a nap, not for a night). Then I remembered that back last semester we started a blog which in the chaos of the following months we all but abandoned. This is that blog.
It is odd that the stresses of last semester are now only memories (albeit sometimes unpleasant ones to recall that will scar us for years to come), and now we must address a whole new set of issues. However, I hope that we do not fully forget our little experiment in blogging culture. We may no longer be Bogirls locationally-speaking, but I dearly wish that we do not lose the sense of camaraderie presented via this blog.
Here's to another semester.
Kelly