the aftermath of doom week…

My voice is still totally gone from all the yelling so people could hear me last week. Which means I'm on week two of sounding like a muppet or something.

We didn't go to San Fransisco (apparently there's some kind of flesh eating bacteria epidemic - scary!) but Dan came over the other day anyway and brought me a lemon from the tree in his back yard.

look how big it is! I thought it was a grapefruit, but it's definitely a lemon. Supposedly drinking lemon juice in water is going to make my voice get better.

Check out my 2 day old eye makeup and hair. Exciting, huh?

I've been laying on my bed all day thinking about how much my room needs to get cleaned. Pretty musical theater boy came over and cleaned the place while I was gone, but as soon as I walked in the  door my suitcase exploded and now there's dirty clothes and empty juice and soda cans everywhere. I should be motivated to clean because somewhere under the rubble is a card with a very attractive girl's phone number on it, but I'm still all germy and too lazy to care.

The guys from TLAraw.com and I hung out a bunch during the past week in Vegas. I love philly people. Brian just sent me a picture of the snow there right now.

I know I've been in Los Angeles this time for 6 months, but I still
can't get over how beautiful the mountains are, and how I'm running
around in a t-shirt in January. For some reason I have this uncontrollable urge to get in a snowball fight, and it just isn't going to happen.