An afternoon at Omega

Once upon a Sunday afternoon, a group of girls gathered to study for finals.

This, however, is the true story of what really happened.

Books, notes and computers in hand...more or less a convincing picture of what studying looks like but honestly, we like the finer things in life and there is no room for studying. Nothing is more important than finding out which Spice Girl you are, irregardless if you have a 10 page paper due tomorrow. Get your priorities straight! There were overwhelming results in the name of Scary and Baby. Phew, no dykadelic vibes coming from that house. Except for maybe coming from the gnome who sits atop the Christmas tree but he is a boy so his comments by no means count as dykadelic. Aside from getting about 8 pages read in your book, a few paragraphs written in your paper, and actually opening the folder which houses your notes we all just had fun. The fun that only results from cheating the advent calendar and gorging yourself on miniature chocolates and an Asian napping on the couch while girls are screaming and Teeny chills on the coffee table. I was hoping for some excitement in the way of the kitchen flooding or the Christmas tree melting but the closest I got was a ridiculously loud shower. It was like a handful of nails were racing to the shower head to be the first out to stab Juju in the eye. We all bid our farewells to Olympia while Baby ate her Trujillo's and Rocko watched. It's what I call quality time at Omega and something I might have to make my Sunday afternoon tradition.

So now that you can stop checking the blog, you can actually get back to studying. Right....
Italia 92D

PS. I'd like a mic with a whip attached for Christmas. I feel like that would come in handy when guarding the house against those pesky boys!