..and things just get weirder

Today Emily and I were having lunch in a local restaurant with Brian, our friend from south India. The Frenchman (who's really a Sicilian with a fake British passport) walked in drunk as ever. The three of us were in a deep conversation but out of the corner of my eye I saw the Frenchman stick a pistol down his pants. I was about to say something when all of a sudden he pulls it out and points it directly at Brian's head. We now all have an answer to the question 'What would you do if someone points a gun at you?' The answer is sit there...in silence...not making any sudden movements. The Frenchman laughed and called us 'good people' and walked away. Then the waiter told us not to be alarmed and that the pistol was a fake. Sure enough the Frenchman pointed the 'gun' at a window and pulled the trigger. The result was nothing more than a soft pop. But, yeah, for a few moments we were pretty freaked out. We didn't even laugh about it later--just agreed that you can't buy memories like these. But then again, who wants to? Not this girl. Excessive alcohol and weapons (real or fake) do NOT go together.

As for other things...I missed the Super Bowl. I'm always a little sad when I miss a championship event. But thanks to Jared's generous itunes gift I was able to watch all the BCS games! Anyway, here's a picture from the last Super Bowl party I went to. Two years ago. Senior year at OBU. Megan, Mel, me, and Mo all in Nate's apartment. I think this was taken right before Mo spilled her Sonic drink all over me. Good times.



...and finally. Tonight as I turned on my computer I found this horrific thing on my desktop background. James, don't be a hater because I'm more photogenic than you, you tool.