apparently i'm a 12 year old

"Boys push midgets out of their unicorn horns." I'm so lucky to have a big sister to teach me things.

"If you love ABBA, I want you to raise your left hand! Now if you love orange spandex, I want you to nod your head vigorously!!" And I'm lucky to have friends who introduce me to new cultural experiences.

Legally Blonde was so much fun, and not as air-head-y as we expected it to be. And buff shirtless guys didn't hurt one bit. A lot of talking on the way there and back. It put a lot of things in perspective. And there was an accordion player outside after the show! If he had had a monkey and wasn't such a jerk about it, we may have thrown money at him.
Before Mama Mia, we went to dinner at Tanino's and I got one of those restaurant-setting anxiety attack things I get where I felt like I was going to vomit the dinner I felt obligated to eat.
But the show was really funny and we rocked out at the end of it. Theatre is lovely.
Then the boys came over and watched Saw IV, which nobody understood, and some Always Sunny, drinking energy drinks and talking until we passed out on a unicorn blanket.
Now, I'm watching Eric Clapton and Guster on youtube, trying to think of things to do to kill time until I'm tired enough to sleep.

I can't control you, I don't know you well.

Things I like: Horrible, stupid things that people shouldn't get pleasure out of that I do. Yesterday almost in it's entirety. A song by Laura Marling. Highs. Skipping math class. <33. Seeing Malinda. Eating Chinese. Being comfortable with a lot of things that I wasn't just a month or so ago. Having self-esteem. Playlists with meaning. Razorblades in candy! When my English instructor doesn't suck. Our little corner in the library. The idiosyncracies in the way people walk. Needing and being needed.


Things I don't like: Thirty dollar headphones breaking after less than 20 uses. The fact that I can't control so many things. Not being invited to things and people talking about it all the time in front of me. Lows. Specific people. Specific people invading my favored social networking website. The fact that we avoid people, but then again that's probably for the best. My lack of ambition. My inability to make things better. Being selfish and childish. Specifically specific people. The price of coffee going up at school.

midway (or, episodes? what episodes)

Group projects are horrible, in that never-getting-together-way. Old propaganda films about Midway FTW. It's doing crazy music and birds that "Tojo has sworn to liberate!" Straw on a camels back gave way to sobbing hysterically for two hours, then peace and watching trees try to kill off the Northeast (bet it was a 'buplican plan! OH NOES) Then everything between the offended parties healed, and life was good.

Peacock earrings, makeup, big black baggy pants, piggitails and some rainbows. Ready for Halloween?

que sera sera

Have you ever been trying to find something to wear and you start asking yourself ridiculous questions like 'how come nobody in this house has a pair of tall red boots?'
So things are less than marvelous lately and plans are falling apart a little today. But new plans are coming together in their place and tonight promises to be amazing. :D
I'm going to miss the East/West game but I get to see a musical instead! Expect an update later.

MEWO: My black boots fell apart. But they were nice while they lasted.

I spent the last few hours with only myself, a pen and paper just writing. I think it helped a lot. I got to be completely unapologetically honest. I got to fully think about things I may have been afraid to voice which was good. I am really shaky and anxious though and I'm not sure why, maybe a mental purging or something. I don't know, I guess I'm just exhausted now.

Epp18

On Friday I slept in til noon, then got ready and hung out with the boys for all of fifteen minutes looking through postsecrets feeling like a dork until Jayyne showed up. She skipped her last class and walked up the godforsaken hill Yay! The the guys left, we talked on the couch. (anorexic penises for anorexic vaginas!) Then Badinda and Leesa came over and we learned that we can not stand for the government adding chemicals to our earth and water because it causes low-forming rainbows. Everyone knows this was not happenning 20 years ago! What is oozing out of our ground??
Dear Jesus, some people.
In other news, I just got deja vu.
So we had a girls day. We headed to the hospital for Dinda to get a gift. Then we went to Target and the mall. She bought shoes and a scarf, Leesa and I were sexually inappropriate for an old man in the parking lot, there were two suns, we got Bawls and candy bracelets : ). After, we dropped Jayyne off then headed to BFE to drop Leesa off. Which is always a lovely, death-defying trip. On the way home, Dinda and I talked about boys and what we've been up to and stuff.
Then the rest of the weekend was dedicated to the wedding. The boy has family in town because his cousin is getting married. A little affair at their house. The couple was a lot of fun. They're young, but happy and seem really compatible. Since I was all by myself when I got home from the mall, I called the boys and asked them to come get me. So they came over, one being slightly tipsy (shh) and tried to sneak up on me by walking around my house. Clevvver. We went to Rite Aid. We got mentos, diet coke, and frosted aminal cookies. So we went back to Dan's house and did the mentos and coke. Not as impressive as youtube makes it out to be. Then we went in and met some of the family and hung out with the younger generation. Then, of all things, The Ring comes on. So we watch it because there are at least three people who hadn't seen it. It's pretty effed up. And most everyone but Megan, the boys and I went to bed. And we fell asleep on the couch until about 1, then were kicked out.
Then Saturday was the actually wedding day, so we headed out to be there around 1:30. The ceremony was short and chilly. Then everyone was everywhere taking pictures, so Nate and I just sat on the sofa and talked to Margo. Her and Jeff are actually really good parents. After dinner and pictures, everyone changed into jeans and chilled out. Later on in the evening, we played cards, "it's fine but the youngins are not allowed to touch the whisky", watched UFC, decided that since everyone was having a good time that we should stay over as well, the whisky disappeared, we learned in which country are you most likely to receive oral sex (Austria btdub), and tried to have three people sleep on one sofa. Epic fail on that one.
The next morning we woke to babies crying and people talking and ate breakfast (coffee mmmmmm) and left. When I got home I slept from ten til two. Which is why I'll be up late again tonight, oops.
And I can't stop listening to depressing country songs. :/

Upcoming..hah

I'm looking forward to Tuesday, October 21, 2008.
:D

Sixteen..

fucking fucking fuck.

episode 15

dad thought I was a robber the other morning, five o clock with the squawking door and a moon brightbrightbright sky.

kinda haven't seen anyone in a long tiem. tiem is stoopid.

college hunting sucks, but not as bad as parental-pressure-college-search.

it can be sleep tiem now?

no. am work tiem. work tiem for le boo.

Eppie 13z

"You can't park here; it's Handicapped!"
"Well, if we shot them all, then we wouldn't have this problem now would we?"

E12: Return to Eppies

I just walked from my home to the gas station at the bottom of the hill all for the sake of a can of Monster. It's not late but walking around by yourself is not the best idea after dark. I made it alive, obviously, but it's a scary world out there. I passed at least three shady people also walking at night and my street was surprisingly busy. I mean, cars hardly go there in the day time, I shouldn't be seeing twenty drive past me on a Tuesday. It seemed odd. Maybe there was a party somewhere. And to top it all off, someone honked at me! Where's the fish?? So I spent the whole way back up looking behind me every time I heard a car and developing plans in case I get attacked. Like figuring out which neighbors were home, if there was anything heavy I could fight back with, or what direction I could run in.
Now, my question here is: is there really anything to be afraid of? This isn't exactly the ghetto. It's upper middle class, small town America, yet I get twitchy walking around in it? Is this just an issue for young females? We've been trained by Oprah and our mothers not to walk around parking garages or isolated streets alone. Is this an American phenomenon? The media shows us criminals and rapists and horror stories until we lock ourselves in our homes and buy security systems and handguns, just in case. Or maybe I'm just paranoid. But the Monster was worth it, no doubt.

In other news: the boy is home (yay!), I have a group project due in four hours that idk how I'll finish, my uterus hurts, I want to go to the city for New Years, and I need a new wardrobe.

Music and cradle robbers and moral standing and shoes and secrets and "who-ha's" and what's that one kid's name?
We haven't had conversations quite like that in a while.

MEWO: tell me one thing i don't know about you

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Episode Eleven

A woman walks in with two middle-school girls. They get their business done,a s the woman signs what she wants to her daughter. The other girl starts lamenting that she put the wrong emoticon in her text "to a boy". She then proudly informed me that once, her brother came how with an armband on! That armband had a swastika on it! Gee golly gosh! Racist people! With... deaf friends.

That's what work was today.

mewo: that kinda-cute-ceramics-guy just called me stoned.

Epp Ten

Burn After Reading. Go see it. You may only laugh about twice through the whole movie, but it may be the funniest thing you watch this month. And George Clooney is never bad to look at.
And! I wore my electric blue tights today. I've been waiting for the weather to give me an excuse, and it finally has.
I love October. Apparently there's a horror movie fest on AMC the 24-31.

It's break week.. So far the plan is living without plans. And the boy leaves for DC in two days. He's got new suits and shoes and suitcases. I hope political science nerds aren't the arrogant pricks they're made out to be. Let's see how well two clingy cancers do over a whole week. So for my break, I'm looking forward to good times with good people, or at the very least good reading.

MEWO: boobies are WAYY too squishy for me.
Satisfied, whore?

Nine

"You wanna make out underneath the Eiffel Tower?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because, you thought the Eiffel Tower was in New York City."

"God damn."