BUENO BUENO BUENO... Dorm Mix.

Hello and welcome to another installment of the blog. The coolest blog on the block. The bees knees of blogs. I'm done.

I noticed today while driving to Salt Lake that there are many terrible drivers roaming the roads waiting to cut me off. While flipping them the bird, I noticed that one of these ass holes was using his blinker every time he swerved in and out of lanes while seemingly trying to kill people. I thought to myself, "Wow what a courteous bastard." I mean really it's great that he let me know that he was going to pull an Evel Knievel the second before he did it. So to all those people out there I would like to say thank you and keep using your blinker because it's really helpful.

Daley and I went to the new Target today (oh and Saige and Nick were there too, but they don't matter) and we had quite the time figuring out what to put in our ultra secret dorm mix. You've heard of Trail Mix, but that's not nearly as cool as Dorm Mix.  And even Dorm Mix isn't as cool as "Bueno Bueno Bueno Dorm Mix." Daley's sister Kristen has been kind enough to make us several treats so we decided that we would repay her by making dorm mix. It basically consisted of several secret ingredients AKA anything we could find in our dorm. We are planning on marketing it to Target and Albertsons. So this would be the time to say, "Dorm mix is coming to a store near you."

Dinner time was eventful as always complete with loud conversations about vaginas, bad kissing, stupid movies, and awkward dreams. After about an hour we noticed there were more people coming into the HC but these were no ordinary people.  As the time passed more and more Daleys started to file in and Daley made the comment, "I feel surrounded." So we had to make our getaway. We retreated to the safety of Sara's dorm where we started in on the most epic game of Bananagrams I have ever played. Well it's the first time I have ever played it, but still. Pictured below is what I consider the best combination of words. Minus the fact that the second n in "inn" is a z but who cares.

Daley and I then ventured over to Kristen's house where we ate cake, talked about drinking, and Halloween. As many of you can probably tell, Daley and I are just too exciting. Don't be jealous, we can't help it. We were probably the cool kids in your kindergarten class.

I rock at this game. My mother will be proud.