Watch it, Preppy.

All I can think about right now is offer letters. export control. reporting metrics. and cool things like that.

Maybe that means I know what I'm doing now?

Just kidding.

So I missed this last night.



Luckily, I have great people in my life who know how much I love Zack Morris. I had a Zack Morris iron on tshirt someone gave me for my 17th birthday. I also had trivia cards in my locker and I could easily tell you all cast members, supporting cast members, and guest appearances for the entire run of the show. Plus the New Class. Plus Hang Time, California Dreams, and USA High. even though that's unrelated.

I'm exaggerating..but not much. And I bet you're not surprised.

My love for him continued when I saw the made for tv movie The Princess and the Marine, which I have spent countless hours looking for online (the dvd in english version to be exact). The only known copy is on VHS and is owned by Tara who I went to junior high with. Anyone who finds it for me will receive my $8.63/month Netflix that I haven't used in 9 months, all of my free Blockbuster rental cards from winning that Life Time contest, my 10 cents off Holiday gas receipt/coupon I got the other night at Cub Foods, and my $12/year subscription to Runner's World. It's all yours if you find me that movie. You can also join my Mocha Club team. Granted, I'm the only member, but I am helping provide clean water to Darfur refugee camps for only $7 a month...now tell me what you're doing for Darfur.



Right. That's what I thought.

Meanwhile, Kelsey and Lindsay want to have people over to our new diggz. As a reward for reading my blog, you're invited. Thursday the 25th. Details to come. and by details I mean, you can call me and ask where it is. I'll buzz you in with a quick 6. Don't expect anything awesome because afterall, it's just us and it's just an apartment and it's just a Thursday. But considering Linds and Kels are the most hospitable girls I know, I can guarentee fancy apps and cutesy stuff.

And based solely on the outcome of the Twins/Brewers game and/or series, I may be very happy or very crabby. Maybe I'll blog with a crabby warning and you can change plans if need be. Or I'll confine myself to my room but borrow Kelsey's stethoscope so I can still hear what's going on but you don't have to deal with my folded arms and stern look.

Because it's all about you.

Lie, It's mostly about me. Youngest child thing.