partay time

so I knew this neglectful thing would happen. grad school. humph!

pics from this weekend's bash, themed knox-vegasly in honor of greg's arrival. tons of food, pink panty pulldown punch, theatre kids and engineers coming together in one apartment... who'da thought?

how do you call your loverboy, version 2.0

I call my loverboy on EST now! No more counting hours, stupidly late nights on off-peak Pacific time, or really the need for extended use of the phone at all!

Here's hoping i can learn to be uber-productive at a quick pace so grad school doesn't completely take over.