Belatedly-Posted Secret Service Vlog (in 2 parts)

Hello friends! I finished all my final projects, slipped under the wire (as well as on the road near the Detroit airport), and made it home to an uncharacteristically frozen Pacific Northwest for the holidays. I was just planning on lying around the whole time anyway, but tragically my sister's flight was canceled for today and she's not coming in until Tuesday. This late night couching is awfully lonely without our shared love of staying up too late and watching TV and saying the same things at the same time. Like, "Sting is hot." She has been driven to watching a marathon of gangster movies. ANYHOW. Isaac (AKA Thrift Store Champion) and I got drunk the other night and decided to make an informative video about the Secret Service. He, of course, kept interrupting me and I am too lazy to fool around much with editing, so you guys get 20 minutes of our drunken ramblings interspersed with occasional historical facts. Enjoy! Part One: And Part Two, you lucky bastards:

In Which an Overcaffeinated Lauren Conflates Herself with a Fictional President

Writing. And occasional G-chatting. me: this Freek* isn't bad, actually Thrift Store Champion: Even without the sugar? me: it's still sweet and effective wiggly legs = good sign or RLS whatevs TSC: Are you sure you don't have MS? me: I think the happiness of the slap variety has made another appearance if I had MS, I wouldn't disclose it to you TSC: Excellent. It's nice to revisit that place from time to time. You're opening yourself up to eventual censure, though. me: fuck congress those bastards have had it out for me since the beginning TSC: Let Chesnut be Chesnut! *Big Lots!, bitchez!

Never talk to me during "The Jackal"!

I have gotten a Certain Someone Who Has Requested to Never Be Mentioned on This Blog (CSWHRNBMTB or "Certain Someone," for short) hooked on season one of The West Wing AKA reason #1b that I give a shit about politics.* This Certain Someone seemed bewildered by the following clip: Explanation: No explanation necessary. CJ is a fucking badass. OH MY GOD WHY DO I NOT HAVE A WEST WING DRINKING GAME?!! Oh, probably because I usually watch it alone. Well, as soon as I have a geographically present WW pal, a game that may come close to rivaling the demanding rules of The X-Files Drinking Game shall be invented. There will definitely be a one-to-one match-up on the "Scully is a badass, take a drink" with a "CJ is a badass" rule. I love sexy, awesome TV ladies who kick the patriarchy's ass. Anyway, no worries, anonymous friend: Season two will shortly be on its way! Also, Sam's dance moves at the end of the clip there look awfully familiar... P.S. I love Toby. Smoke rings! *Reason #1a being that I dated The Pretentious Ex-Boyfriend who was obsessed with politics, so were all his friends, and he introduced me to the magic of the Aaron Sorkin Political Fantasyland.