outsmarted the parking lot nazi again today...
after third hour today, four friends and i fell under a severe case of "senioritis". so much so, that, even though our next class was to be spent watching a movie we could sleep through, we had to leave. we had to get out. no, you don't understand. had to.
and so we poked our heads around in search of our only obstacle, the parking lot nazi. we saw him positioned in a different spot than normal, across the lot, near the entrance, but on the sidewalk. it was decided lindsay and i would make the dash to my car while the others met us on a sidestreet around back, where there is no evil guard to interrupt our plans. and so lindsay and i took off discreetly speed-walking across the lot. we didn't dare look at the evil man, for fear of looking suspicious. we lept into my car and i recalled my off-campus-pass i'd received yesterday. glorious. and so, lindsay reclined her seat and i drove past him, waving my little piece of paper and smiling in my oh-so-charming way. he just waved. once free, we picked up the others and made our way to starbucks. yum. it was then decided we needed to get lunch. two of the girls had lunches in their lockers, and so we ventured back to the school to get them. while driving ridiculously slow (as in 2 mph) near the entrance looking to see if the coast was clear, i looked up to see a van wanting to turn in, but i was blocking the entrance. a white van. a school van. lindsay screamed and i floored it away, as the driver of this particular van happened to be the principle...it wouldn't have been a big deal if one girl hadn't been in a mountain pointe cheer uniform and another the daughter of the principles helper. but owell. once we were finished screaming we managed to get the lunches and make our way to 5 & diner, where i received word that brian had safely arrived in 'ol phoenix.
word, and good day.
people talk too much. like disgusting, unnecessary amounts. lately i�ve been noticing it more and more. today it kind of came to a climax of sorts, however. i consciously chose to not answer like eight phone calls, a few face-to-face questions, and a plethera of im�s. i knew they didn�t have anything important to say. it�s funny how people get mad when you prevent a conversation, though. a lot of the time i think people just feel uncomfortable and therefore start saying unimportant shit just to fill the air. i don�t mind silence though. i like when you can sit comfortably with someone and not have to say anything. it�s refreshing.
it pisses me off that there are doors shut to me. even stupid non-existant doors. like i�ll never be able to live the past again. or be black. or make different choices, fast forward and see the consequences, and do that repeatedly till i have the desired results. nope, that�s just too much to ask. that is, unless i travel back in time (which we have already discussed isn�t an option) and follow jimmy stewart around at christmas time. and steal all his bells.
i came to like thirty important realizations tonight. i�d make a list if i was actually able to name names comfortably, but i can�t. so you�ll just have to trust me on the fact that i feel a whole lot better, about everything.
my friend and future-roomate brian got a blog today. when i know the name, i'll tell you. soon.
i am reading the book white oleander. sooo good. in fact, instead of staying up talking on im all night i�m going to go read my book all night. my brain could use the exercise.
it pisses me off that there are doors shut to me. even stupid non-existant doors. like i�ll never be able to live the past again. or be black. or make different choices, fast forward and see the consequences, and do that repeatedly till i have the desired results. nope, that�s just too much to ask. that is, unless i travel back in time (which we have already discussed isn�t an option) and follow jimmy stewart around at christmas time. and steal all his bells.
i came to like thirty important realizations tonight. i�d make a list if i was actually able to name names comfortably, but i can�t. so you�ll just have to trust me on the fact that i feel a whole lot better, about everything.
my friend and future-roomate brian got a blog today. when i know the name, i'll tell you. soon.
i am reading the book white oleander. sooo good. in fact, instead of staying up talking on im all night i�m going to go read my book all night. my brain could use the exercise.
i sense a pattern growing. here is the formula. brian+alecia+yahoo!messenger=really bad doodle drawings. or really good, i guess, depending on your art interpretation style. think we should cut our ears off and move to the south of france? change our names to vincent? *wink wink*
alecia(10:18:45 PM): you do coke......i'll do diet coke note: i have had 8 diet cokes today. EIGHT.
brian arrives in less than two days.
(right now he is watching his webcam and trying to circle the laundry basket that is behind him. some sort of "i wish i were a weatherman" issue, don't you think?)
brian: damn i could never be a weather person
brian: trying to circle my laundry basket
brian: the cam image I am looking at is backwards
hehe. <----.....brian makes me laugh. damn him. he's being a crackhead tonight. it's all good, though. i think i'm more excited than i think i should be for him to visit. i don't know if that makes any sense...but. me stop talking now.
i don't work friday. that pretty much just means i'll be drunk earlier and won't smell like cheese. sounds pretty damn sweet to me! i have been trying to write this post for like 30 minutes. i keep changing parts of it. this part is actually like the last part i've written. i think i'm trying to make up for something but i'm kind of giving up. or something. dc called me a good writer. that was one of the best compliments ever, for some reason. but i certainly don't feel like one now. i feel like the stupid kid who has the speech impediment, and then someone pats him on the back and says, "well, you sure can pronounce your m's well!" and he's like "dude, i can pronounce m's yahhhh!" but then he realizes everybody can prononuce m's. along with a slew of other letters. i don't know what the fuck i mean. can you tell?
this is one of the "i don't want to go to school in the morning so i'll just stay in the bathroom pretending to get ready but really just take pictures of myself being weird." but right now it looks like a "sigh" picture.
i say sigh a lot on my blog. i am crazy. for the record this time. truly crazy.
eight songs that get stuck in your head frequently:
1. "first single� � the format
2. "the taste of ink� � the used
3. "say it ain�t so� - weezer
4. "beautiful� � christina aguillera
5. "like i love you� � justin timberlake
6. "a praise chorus� � jimmy eat world
7. "cute without the e� � taking back sunday
8. "head on collision� � new found glory
four beverages you drink frequently:
1. water
2. diet coke
3. diet dr pepper
4. milk
five tv shows you liked when you were a little kid:
1. hey dude
2. my little pony
3. teenage mutant ninja turtles
4. andy griffith
5. simpsons
four places to go in your area:
1. the condo
2. joes house
3. mill avenue
4. chandler mall
[four things to do when you're bored]
1. the internet, always
2. watch movies
3. go to the gym
4. sleep
four things that never fail to cheer you up: (only four?! eep)
1. cute boys
2. shopping
3. getting paid
4. hugs & parties
four things you can't live without:
1. friends and family
2. my down comforter
3. water, mmm
4. the internet
[about ten years ago *list three things*]
1. we�d just moved into our current house
2. donovan & i had stuffed animal woodstocks�teehee
3. lived for horsies!
[about two years ago *list three things*]
1. i�d started dating matt
2. i enjoyed theatre
3. i had just gotten my permit
[about one year ago *list three things*]
1. i hung out with alyx like everyday
2. i only drank like once a month if that
3. i was pretty lame and unhappy about lots of things
[today...]
1. i only had school for like an hour and a half
2. cheated on my humanities test, and hence hopefully passed
3. has just begun, so..
[seven things you love]
1. nessy
2. my family/friends (duh )
3. blogs
4. 2003!
5. my job
6. parties
7. rain
[seven things you hate]
1. people who don�t tip well
2. vanilla coke
3. station wagons
4. mohawks
5. people with enormous children (thanks dr. phil)
6. auto-capitalization on word
7. stupid boy crap
seven things on your desk:
1. my stolen melting pot candle
2. stack of cosmo magazines
3. an empty picture frame
4. old mail
5. fish i always forget to feed
6. jewelry box
7. alarm clock
seven facts about you:
1. i am 5�7�
2. have long hair
3. graduate in less than three months
4. am always cold
5. i can�t drive well, but i always do anyways
6. strawberries and bread are my favorite foods
7. i like black&white photography
seven artists/bands people should give a listen to:
1. the format
2. the used
3. the beatles
4. new found glory
5. justin timberlake (hehe)
6. jimmy eat world
7. less than jake
nine things you like about the opposite sex:
1. spikey hair
2. dark eyes
3. hugs from behind
4. kisses on your forehead
5. when they try to dance
6. thinking stupid things are funny
7. when they wake up and their hair is all standing up crazy
8. when they try and be suave but it doesn�t work
9. funny/mean �boy� jokes
four things you would eat on the last day of your life:
1. strawberries dipped in chocolate
2. olive garden soup and breadsticks
3. wendy�s salad
4. pazooki from oreganos
four cds from your collection that you will never get tired of:
1. the format - ep
2. jimmy eat world - bleed america
3. less than jake - hello rockview
4. weezer - blue album
four vacations you have taken:
1. san diego
2. new york
3. denver
4. chicago
four things you'd like to learn:
1. to roll a joint
2. speak italian
3. fix my car when its hurt
4. better html
1. "first single� � the format
2. "the taste of ink� � the used
3. "say it ain�t so� - weezer
4. "beautiful� � christina aguillera
5. "like i love you� � justin timberlake
6. "a praise chorus� � jimmy eat world
7. "cute without the e� � taking back sunday
8. "head on collision� � new found glory
four beverages you drink frequently:
1. water
2. diet coke
3. diet dr pepper
4. milk
five tv shows you liked when you were a little kid:
1. hey dude
2. my little pony
3. teenage mutant ninja turtles
4. andy griffith
5. simpsons
four places to go in your area:
1. the condo
2. joes house
3. mill avenue
4. chandler mall
[four things to do when you're bored]
1. the internet, always
2. watch movies
3. go to the gym
4. sleep
four things that never fail to cheer you up: (only four?! eep)
1. cute boys
2. shopping
3. getting paid
4. hugs & parties
four things you can't live without:
1. friends and family
2. my down comforter
3. water, mmm
4. the internet
[about ten years ago *list three things*]
1. we�d just moved into our current house
2. donovan & i had stuffed animal woodstocks�teehee
3. lived for horsies!
[about two years ago *list three things*]
1. i�d started dating matt
2. i enjoyed theatre
3. i had just gotten my permit
[about one year ago *list three things*]
1. i hung out with alyx like everyday
2. i only drank like once a month if that
3. i was pretty lame and unhappy about lots of things
[today...]
1. i only had school for like an hour and a half
2. cheated on my humanities test, and hence hopefully passed
3. has just begun, so..
[seven things you love]
1. nessy
2. my family/friends (duh )
3. blogs
4. 2003!
5. my job
6. parties
7. rain
[seven things you hate]
1. people who don�t tip well
2. vanilla coke
3. station wagons
4. mohawks
5. people with enormous children (thanks dr. phil)
6. auto-capitalization on word
7. stupid boy crap
seven things on your desk:
1. my stolen melting pot candle
2. stack of cosmo magazines
3. an empty picture frame
4. old mail
5. fish i always forget to feed
6. jewelry box
7. alarm clock
seven facts about you:
1. i am 5�7�
2. have long hair
3. graduate in less than three months
4. am always cold
5. i can�t drive well, but i always do anyways
6. strawberries and bread are my favorite foods
7. i like black&white photography
seven artists/bands people should give a listen to:
1. the format
2. the used
3. the beatles
4. new found glory
5. justin timberlake (hehe)
6. jimmy eat world
7. less than jake
nine things you like about the opposite sex:
1. spikey hair
2. dark eyes
3. hugs from behind
4. kisses on your forehead
5. when they try to dance
6. thinking stupid things are funny
7. when they wake up and their hair is all standing up crazy
8. when they try and be suave but it doesn�t work
9. funny/mean �boy� jokes
four things you would eat on the last day of your life:
1. strawberries dipped in chocolate
2. olive garden soup and breadsticks
3. wendy�s salad
4. pazooki from oreganos
four cds from your collection that you will never get tired of:
1. the format - ep
2. jimmy eat world - bleed america
3. less than jake - hello rockview
4. weezer - blue album
four vacations you have taken:
1. san diego
2. new york
3. denver
4. chicago
four things you'd like to learn:
1. to roll a joint
2. speak italian
3. fix my car when its hurt
4. better html
i had a little bit of a freakout on saturday�i didn�t write about it earlier because i was still trying to remember everything through the haze, and i was still trying to decide whether it was a genuine freakout or just a minor �i�m drunk� freak out.
but, anyways. i guess i decided that it was pretty genuine. i mean, i�m writing about it aren�t i?
i remember i was sitting there listening to a couple people talk, and it was the kind of conversation where you really have to concentrate because they�re speaking only in drunken-mumbles. so i�m intently listening and they start talking about how fucked-up they are. like bad past experiences and the way that makes them behave now and yadda-yadda. and the girl goes into how she can�t get close to people and she pushes people away so they can�t hurt her and how she can�t change it and so on and so on�and i guess it scared me. because i realized how much i don�t want to be that person. i really really don�t want to be that girl that jumps from boy to boy out of fear that she might actually like one of them.
i mean, i�m not like that now�completely. but i could be. it wouldn�t take much.
i�m already pretty paranoid�i still overanalyze every word spoken and every single aspect of interactions, making sure i don�t come off as desperate, make sure i don�t make the first approach, make sure to only give a little but still take a lot. i would still rather drunkenly make out with someone then go on an actual date�drunken makeouts can be excused�but going on dates is pretty much an invitation for let-down.
when you randomly make out with someone neither party owes the other anything.
but if you go on a date with someone�now you�re setting yourself up. you go out and maybe you�re not who they thought you were, or they�re not who you thought they were. when you hook up with someone for a night, it doesn�t matter if they have commitment issues or they�re cocky ass-holes or they drink too much and their sister only has one eye. it only matters that they�re drunk and you�re drunk and you both like making out. it�s simple, and then it�s over.
i guess theres still some hope, though. i mean�i opened up to robert for what, like a week? just because immediately following that week i pulled a 160 and stopped talking to him doesn�t mean too much. i�d like to say it�s because i came to recognize all his faults, but i recognized them before. so i don�t know what it was. prospects of relationships make me nervous.
in a few months i�m moving out, going to california like three times, living with two of my best friends�i guess i can�t decide if a boyfriend is even worth trying for right now. everything is going to be different. it would take a pretty special person to be able to deal with that. and i know that a pretty special person would just end up getting fucked over by me cause i know i�ll do stupid crap this coming summer�and i really don�t want to hurt people. even though i�ve done it and i do it.
so what i�ve really decided is nothing. i guess in the end there are a couple people right now that i�d really like to know better. but they�re also people that i could never ever stand to hurt. so i should stop pushing for anything, because i know in the end i�ll just be pissed off at myself.
alecia logic sucks.
but, anyways. i guess i decided that it was pretty genuine. i mean, i�m writing about it aren�t i?
i remember i was sitting there listening to a couple people talk, and it was the kind of conversation where you really have to concentrate because they�re speaking only in drunken-mumbles. so i�m intently listening and they start talking about how fucked-up they are. like bad past experiences and the way that makes them behave now and yadda-yadda. and the girl goes into how she can�t get close to people and she pushes people away so they can�t hurt her and how she can�t change it and so on and so on�and i guess it scared me. because i realized how much i don�t want to be that person. i really really don�t want to be that girl that jumps from boy to boy out of fear that she might actually like one of them.
i mean, i�m not like that now�completely. but i could be. it wouldn�t take much.
i�m already pretty paranoid�i still overanalyze every word spoken and every single aspect of interactions, making sure i don�t come off as desperate, make sure i don�t make the first approach, make sure to only give a little but still take a lot. i would still rather drunkenly make out with someone then go on an actual date�drunken makeouts can be excused�but going on dates is pretty much an invitation for let-down.
when you randomly make out with someone neither party owes the other anything.
but if you go on a date with someone�now you�re setting yourself up. you go out and maybe you�re not who they thought you were, or they�re not who you thought they were. when you hook up with someone for a night, it doesn�t matter if they have commitment issues or they�re cocky ass-holes or they drink too much and their sister only has one eye. it only matters that they�re drunk and you�re drunk and you both like making out. it�s simple, and then it�s over.
i guess theres still some hope, though. i mean�i opened up to robert for what, like a week? just because immediately following that week i pulled a 160 and stopped talking to him doesn�t mean too much. i�d like to say it�s because i came to recognize all his faults, but i recognized them before. so i don�t know what it was. prospects of relationships make me nervous.
in a few months i�m moving out, going to california like three times, living with two of my best friends�i guess i can�t decide if a boyfriend is even worth trying for right now. everything is going to be different. it would take a pretty special person to be able to deal with that. and i know that a pretty special person would just end up getting fucked over by me cause i know i�ll do stupid crap this coming summer�and i really don�t want to hurt people. even though i�ve done it and i do it.
so what i�ve really decided is nothing. i guess in the end there are a couple people right now that i�d really like to know better. but they�re also people that i could never ever stand to hurt. so i should stop pushing for anything, because i know in the end i�ll just be pissed off at myself.
alecia logic sucks.
who's that sexy lady on brians phone?
hmm, i guess some stuff has been happening lately. but i don't know if 'some stuff' merits a post. but brian was nagging, so...
saturday i had to work, but a certain stalker-waiter was not present as it was his TWENTY-FOURTH birthday. i mean, honestly. no twenty-four year old should be obsessed with a seventeen year old. like, maybe, but obsessed? that just makes me want to pat him on the head and go "awwww". and we all know how much guys enjoy that! at work friday he called me "silly". i really think he might be gay. i forget if a lisp was involved...further inspection deemed necessary.
saturday night i got thoroughly drunk at joe's house though, so all was well. it was an amusing night, involving a half-clothed girl with alcohol poisoning, getting stopped by a cop while taking a drunken-stupor walk, showing two guys my boobs (one of which has a blog, the other which has a band (hehe), not sleeping till five in the morning, and laying around joe's house until five the next evening. yes...sunday was definetely a lazy day and i lack an excuse for not posting. except i guarantee a post yesterday would have consisted of "oh my head hurts and why the fuck do i smell so bad?" that might be due to the fact that i woke up with my head in a guys armpit, but whatever. (note to self: don't do that again.)
eww.
trevor came over last night and we watched the movie 'go.' it was good times, and he got me crackers and water and it was very appreciated. he ate protein bars and i almost puked. again. dammit.
today i awoke expecting to feel refreshed and instead still felt hungover. i have felt hungover all freakin day. it's because i'm starting to get a cold, but it feels like a two day hangover, and let me tell you what- it's no fun. but i have to recover by friday in order to party for two days straight with brain when he graces dear phoenix with his presence. :)
i layed in bed after school and watched the movie 'blow'. i was feeling icky and that movie was sad...so that resulted in me crying and crying over this guy. i don't know why, but blow sure made me emotional. blow. ha. blow sure was good this afternoon...i sure liked blow. damn, i could definetely go for some more blow. oh lord i am amused.
i tried to not drink caffeine this morning which resulted in me sleeping for two class hours straight. and i don't mean like dozing off for fifteen minutes. i mean like totally-out-kick-me-when-the-bell-rings sleep. which somebody actually had to do when economics ended. this lack of my sweet sweet coffee also caused a pounding headache. i eventually gave in and drank two sodas around 4. i was cured immediately. that's so sad.
last night i got a craving for wendy's. and me and michelle drove miles and miles in search of one. we saw 3 jack in the box and 4 - count them FOUR mcdonalds before we saw one wendy's. ridiculous! but we did eventually find one and i eventually got my dinner, even if it was 11:00, and it was every bit as good as i'd expected. that's always nice, when you really really want something, and when you get it it is actually as good as you'd anticipated. that happens mostly with food, rarely with people. especially boys. *wink wink*
hehe
last night i went to my brothers girlfriends "apartment-warming" party and hung out with some drunkards...but my mom was being weird so i was home by one. that actually didn't work out too bad, cause i was pretty damn tired. once i got home i got on the computer, and sat there in my laziness until 2:30 or so. i was so lazy that i just sat and complained to my friend john about how thirsty i was for about an hour before eventually getting up the motivation to walk downstairs and get water. i then continued to complain about how tired i was for another 30 mins, until i finally got up the strength to walk the 10-15ft to my bed and lay down. my, what a difficult life i lead.
i really don't feel like writing about the robert saga again, so i'll just put what i told brian up. wow, so lazy.
"...robert like flipped on me last night - lol...so i think i got rid of him, which is a big sigh of releif. well i left without saying goodbye cause i really didn't want to be there anymore, so he called and left 1 message saying how that was rude and yadda yadda..and THEN he called for a 2nd time after talking to the bitch hostess, "kim", who told him all this shit that i'd been telling her like he scared me off cause it's like he wants a long term relationship so....so in the message he was like totally bashing me and how dumb i was for thinking that's what he wanted and he didn't want anything like that and he couldn't believe i wouldn't just talk to him and yadda yadda....it was so lame....especailly how he was like "i never wanted anything like that, why did you ever think i wanted something like that with you?" and shit like that...i'm like, oh, so once you realized i don't want you like that you suddenly never wanted me like that. stupid."
now i have to shower. and clean. dammit.
hehe
last night i went to my brothers girlfriends "apartment-warming" party and hung out with some drunkards...but my mom was being weird so i was home by one. that actually didn't work out too bad, cause i was pretty damn tired. once i got home i got on the computer, and sat there in my laziness until 2:30 or so. i was so lazy that i just sat and complained to my friend john about how thirsty i was for about an hour before eventually getting up the motivation to walk downstairs and get water. i then continued to complain about how tired i was for another 30 mins, until i finally got up the strength to walk the 10-15ft to my bed and lay down. my, what a difficult life i lead.
i really don't feel like writing about the robert saga again, so i'll just put what i told brian up. wow, so lazy.
"...robert like flipped on me last night - lol...so i think i got rid of him, which is a big sigh of releif. well i left without saying goodbye cause i really didn't want to be there anymore, so he called and left 1 message saying how that was rude and yadda yadda..and THEN he called for a 2nd time after talking to the bitch hostess, "kim", who told him all this shit that i'd been telling her like he scared me off cause it's like he wants a long term relationship so....so in the message he was like totally bashing me and how dumb i was for thinking that's what he wanted and he didn't want anything like that and he couldn't believe i wouldn't just talk to him and yadda yadda....it was so lame....especailly how he was like "i never wanted anything like that, why did you ever think i wanted something like that with you?" and shit like that...i'm like, oh, so once you realized i don't want you like that you suddenly never wanted me like that. stupid."
now i have to shower. and clean. dammit.
so i am sitting here drinking a diet dr pepper and cursing my weak will...but i have a reason, i promise. today in the library i was sipping what was to be my final diet coke, when suddenly the librarian screamed and grabbed it from me, saying, "oh no!!!!! this is a big no-no in the library!!" and ran away holding it like it was some revolting object.
so i deserve this soda, because i only got a few sips out of my other final one, and so i needed a replacement final one. holla.
another person-in-trunk escape today, but it wasn't comical because i was actually supposed to be leaving...so the nazi merely nodded and looked sternly. no smiles or anything, just a nod and glance. fucker.
"i could stand to do without all the people i have left behind. what�s the point in going �round when it�s a straight line baby a straight, straight line? so let�s make a list of who we need. it�s not much if anything make a list of who we need. and we�ll throw it away �cause we don�t need anyone. no we don�t need anyone. you know me. or you think you do, you just don�t seem to see. i�ve been waiting all this time to be something i can�t define. so let�s cause a scene. clap our hands and stomp our feet or something. yeah something. i just gotta get myself over me." -the format
can't get enough of those kids...as donald so rightly said, they're "the best band you've never heard of".
well i am going to watch my friend get a tattoo...see if i really want one. we shall see we shall see. or i will....you won't.
so i deserve this soda, because i only got a few sips out of my other final one, and so i needed a replacement final one. holla.
another person-in-trunk escape today, but it wasn't comical because i was actually supposed to be leaving...so the nazi merely nodded and looked sternly. no smiles or anything, just a nod and glance. fucker.
"i could stand to do without all the people i have left behind. what�s the point in going �round when it�s a straight line baby a straight, straight line? so let�s make a list of who we need. it�s not much if anything make a list of who we need. and we�ll throw it away �cause we don�t need anyone. no we don�t need anyone. you know me. or you think you do, you just don�t seem to see. i�ve been waiting all this time to be something i can�t define. so let�s cause a scene. clap our hands and stomp our feet or something. yeah something. i just gotta get myself over me." -the format
can't get enough of those kids...as donald so rightly said, they're "the best band you've never heard of".
well i am going to watch my friend get a tattoo...see if i really want one. we shall see we shall see. or i will....you won't.
brian and i present......
unintentionally dirty!
featuring...... us!
niymphalid: so i'll blow .19 for hoursss
AZ Film Guy: hi my name is .19
niymphalid: it'll be like next to me when i wake up in the morning, won't it?
AZ Film Guy: I can see you screamin too
AZ Film Guy wants to directly connect.
AZ Film Guy is now directly connected.
niymphalid: oh god
niymphalid: oh i wanna fuck him
niymphalid: or maybe the idea of him
niymphalid: but i don't think you can fuck ideas
niymphalid: can you?
AZ Film Guy: eh. anything is possible
AZ Film Guy: it felt good to yell at them
niymphalid: you should slapped em around a bit
niymphalid: girls like that
niymphalid: now
niymphalid: give it to me
AZ Film Guy: I will, in due time.
AZ Film Guy: spank you
niymphalid: please
AZ Film Guy: anytime
AZ Film Guy: see for some reason that doesn't keep my attention
AZ Film Guy: you need to mention ropes
niymphalid: lol
haha, oh....so amused.
AZ Film Guy: hrm. i dunno. you can add the ones about me wanting to make love w/ my cell and also about me needing a deaf mute girl
okay.
unintentionally dirty!
featuring...... us!
niymphalid: so i'll blow .19 for hoursss
AZ Film Guy: hi my name is .19
niymphalid: it'll be like next to me when i wake up in the morning, won't it?
AZ Film Guy: I can see you screamin too
AZ Film Guy wants to directly connect.
AZ Film Guy is now directly connected.
niymphalid: oh god
niymphalid: oh i wanna fuck him
niymphalid: or maybe the idea of him
niymphalid: but i don't think you can fuck ideas
niymphalid: can you?
AZ Film Guy: eh. anything is possible
AZ Film Guy: it felt good to yell at them
niymphalid: you should slapped em around a bit
niymphalid: girls like that
niymphalid: now
niymphalid: give it to me
AZ Film Guy: I will, in due time.
AZ Film Guy: spank you
niymphalid: please
AZ Film Guy: anytime
AZ Film Guy: see for some reason that doesn't keep my attention
AZ Film Guy: you need to mention ropes
niymphalid: lol
haha, oh....so amused.
AZ Film Guy: hrm. i dunno. you can add the ones about me wanting to make love w/ my cell and also about me needing a deaf mute girl
okay.
bros before hoes, bros before hoes, bros before hoes...
no matter how much it sucks. which it does. it really, really sucks...much more than i expected. which sucks even more because it shouldn't have to suck. because i shouldn't care. and i do. and this doesn't make any sense.
big fat stupid sigh.
i hate when things sneak up on you like this. sneak sneak pounce....and then you're done for and it's all over.
in other non-depressing news...
i am gonna try and give up soda. wait, the bold headline was incorrect. because that is just a continuation of depressing news. maybe this should be a "depressing news" entry. well at least that's the way things seem to be shaping up.
(you can tell when i'm sad online cause i don't use smileys. or exclamation points or question marks. just periods or nothing and no commas. i don't know why.)
i have to see robert tomorrow, too. note the change in word use. before it was "get", now it is "have". sigh...i don't want to have to deal with him. it's times like these where i just want to drive and drive and never turn around, just make giant circles in the sand. giant circles in sands far away from him and all the people that piss me off. of which right now there is a multitude.
but don't worry. i'm not like "depressed" or anything. just not in the best of moods. these things happen i suppose.
i suppose i suppose i suppose lots of stupid things happen.
gotsta go with the flow.
no matter how much it sucks. which it does. it really, really sucks...much more than i expected. which sucks even more because it shouldn't have to suck. because i shouldn't care. and i do. and this doesn't make any sense.
big fat stupid sigh.
i hate when things sneak up on you like this. sneak sneak pounce....and then you're done for and it's all over.
in other non-depressing news...
i am gonna try and give up soda. wait, the bold headline was incorrect. because that is just a continuation of depressing news. maybe this should be a "depressing news" entry. well at least that's the way things seem to be shaping up.
(you can tell when i'm sad online cause i don't use smileys. or exclamation points or question marks. just periods or nothing and no commas. i don't know why.)
i have to see robert tomorrow, too. note the change in word use. before it was "get", now it is "have". sigh...i don't want to have to deal with him. it's times like these where i just want to drive and drive and never turn around, just make giant circles in the sand. giant circles in sands far away from him and all the people that piss me off. of which right now there is a multitude.
but don't worry. i'm not like "depressed" or anything. just not in the best of moods. these things happen i suppose.
i suppose i suppose i suppose lots of stupid things happen.
gotsta go with the flow.
today i went to the gym!! i hadn't been in like a month, and i felt all icky so i went and now i feel a lot better. i only ran like two miles though...for awhile there i was running four or five. sigh, i will have to work my way back up. and to make it all worth while cute-gym-boy-whose-name-i-don't-know was there. and he wasn't working, he was actually working out! yum yum in my tum.
i missed another call from robert tonight. and now i've missed so many calls without calling back that i'm afraid to call based solely on that, more than the fact that he is a weird obsessed boy. i would actually call him back, if this was the first time he'd called, is what i'm trying to say. so pretty much he shouldn't have called eight times. end of story. (it was actually four times, this being the fifth, but we'll pretend otherwise to give more backing to my stalker accusation.)
anyways.
"Jared Leto is so dreamy" <---text message from brian....
i hope he is drunk. :)
i was about to type that "i am going to try and not get drunk this weekend." because in my brain i was thinking about how i wanted this week to end so i could party, and then i realized that was a bad thought. so i thought i should not drink this weekend. so i was going to type it. and then, i realized that was bullshit and if the opportunity presented itself i would not try and not drink, i would drink.
this kid is one of my best friends. :) :) :) i will return the favor soon! (note: read the site before you take that as some dirty sexual connotation.)
i have drank about three liters of water today. i deserve a prize. i also cannot decide if that's the correct spelling of the word "liters"...it looks funny.
you look funny.
it's only 11:52, and i am contemplating sleep. i am so not hardcore. my extremeness is slipping away right before my eyes. but i should actually pretend to go to first hour tomorrow, as i received a harty lecture this evening...i will tell more of that later. but as of now i am off to rest my sleepy eyes and my tired muscles and dream of having perky eyes and happy muscles, and then wake up and be without either.
owell, that's just how i ride.
i missed another call from robert tonight. and now i've missed so many calls without calling back that i'm afraid to call based solely on that, more than the fact that he is a weird obsessed boy. i would actually call him back, if this was the first time he'd called, is what i'm trying to say. so pretty much he shouldn't have called eight times. end of story. (it was actually four times, this being the fifth, but we'll pretend otherwise to give more backing to my stalker accusation.)
anyways.
"Jared Leto is so dreamy" <---text message from brian....
i hope he is drunk. :)
i was about to type that "i am going to try and not get drunk this weekend." because in my brain i was thinking about how i wanted this week to end so i could party, and then i realized that was a bad thought. so i thought i should not drink this weekend. so i was going to type it. and then, i realized that was bullshit and if the opportunity presented itself i would not try and not drink, i would drink.
this kid is one of my best friends. :) :) :) i will return the favor soon! (note: read the site before you take that as some dirty sexual connotation.)
i have drank about three liters of water today. i deserve a prize. i also cannot decide if that's the correct spelling of the word "liters"...it looks funny.
you look funny.
it's only 11:52, and i am contemplating sleep. i am so not hardcore. my extremeness is slipping away right before my eyes. but i should actually pretend to go to first hour tomorrow, as i received a harty lecture this evening...i will tell more of that later. but as of now i am off to rest my sleepy eyes and my tired muscles and dream of having perky eyes and happy muscles, and then wake up and be without either.
owell, that's just how i ride.
so at school they have parking lot security guards...these punks hold three purposes.
1. to encourage us to stay in school so we do not end up in their miserable profession.
2. to encourage us to stay in school by being nazi's about who leaves and enters the parking lot.
3. i hate them.
okay, so that last one was not a purpose. but it is still a fact. but back to the story.
so there is one in the front and one in the back parking lot. i park in the front. that is where the supreme nazi resides. back in the day, as in two weeks ago before this jackass got hired, my friends and i would leave school in packs, load into a couple of cars, and come and go as we pleased. the old security guard would just sit and read his paper. if we passed by, he would merely nod, wave, or wouldn't even notice. we liked him. he was cool. he was hip..."with-it", even. but the new guy...well he is anything but. you can tell he gets off on this shit, some sort of power trip by being able to tell people half his age what to do. yeah, we're all real impressed.
anyways.
there are three stories concerning this evil specimen.
story #1: the trunk-bang fiasco
i, being a good employee of the melting pot, realized the day before valentines (our busiest day of the year) that we were anything but prepared. so i took it upon myself to arrive there extra early...actually six hours before i was scheduled, much to the delight of my manager. now, in order to do this i had to ditch my fourth hour class, psychology. so during third hour, i was hearing terrible tales about the new security guard, whom i was yet to have a run-in with. my friend who was informing me also wished to leave after third hour, but was petrified of the monster. i took it upon myself to get us both out of the parking lot safely, and to our respective destination. this was a quest...of sorts. and so the bell rang, and we sneakily ran around the back of the school so we would have the shortest "parking lot running" distance to my car. the evil-one was parked in his usual place, inbetween the incoming and outgoing lanes of traffic at the only exit to the parking lot. this did not phase me. it did, however, phase my ditching buddy, who was much too scared to drive her own car off the lot. so i did the only logical thing. i put her in my trunk. i then proceeded to tape a piece of paper over my license plate, (so he couldn't match them with my name in the files and call my mom), and make our departure. as i was climbing into the front seat, i looked over and saw another girl i know loading a friend into the trunk of her car. she, however, had an off campus pass, and would not have to deceive the nazi. and so i allowed her to go in front of me, and she pulled up to the golf-cart and began to talk to the evil-one. i was about twenty feet back, and after watching her have to argue with him when she had a blatant pass, i realized that bargaining was not going to work. so i did the only logical thing. i floored it and zoomed out the incoming traffic lane, flying past the nazi and over a speed bump. my friend in my trunk had slipped my mind, and i heard a loud *thump* as i flew over the speed bump- no doubt from her wacking against the roof of my trunk. the security guard pointed and glared, but alas my dear honda was much too fast for his measely golf cart, and i got away!
story #2: handicapped lindsay
my friend lindsay is on the basketball team at my school, and so when she comes back for practice she'll often park in the handicapped spots, as it is in the late afternoon and the only people there are there for practice, and none of them are handicapped...along with the fact that those are the closest spots. but the evil-one was not to have this. and so she pulled her suburban into one of the spots and opened the door. no sooner had she put one foot on the ground than the evil-one was there, flipping his lid about how she was not supposed to be parking there. realizing how futile it would be to argue with such a headcase, she got back in her car and drove around to visitor parking. further away but not as far as her "assigned spot". of course, after school nobody parks in their assigned spot because it doesn't matter, you just park close. anyways. she pulls into visitor parking without thinking anything of it, gets out and almost manages to make it to the gym. about twenty feet from the gym door a kid says to her "run! he's chasing you! go go go!" without even looking behind her lindsay takes off running and makes it into the gym, and the whole time the evil-one is yelling "young lady! get back here!! young lady!!" she's a few feet into the gym when he catches her, and yells about how she needs to park in her assigned spot. and so she is forced to park six-rows back in an almost empty parking lot. stupid ass parking nazi.
story #3: stolen spots
on occassion, i come to school and there is somebody else parked in my spot. this happens to people sometimes, and when it does happen, you simply park in somebody elses spot. as of now i'm yet to meet anybody that is bothered by this fact of parking at school. and so this morning when i saw that my spot was taken, i simply parked a couple rows over in some random spot, because all the visitor spaces were full. i am leaving school at the proper time of my release and i see i got a warning for parking in that spot. whatever, i have like a fatty stack of those things in my glove box. but as i am about to get in my car i see the golf cart from across the lot start zooming towards me. i jump in my car, start it as fast as i can, and zoom back and around in the opposite direction. i pulled to go down a different aisle when suddenly the golfcart is in the middle of the aisle in front of me. he has zoomed through the walkway between rows and blocked my escape. i get out my ID to show him that i did, in fact, have a release. he walked upto the window and i was pulling out the id when he informed me that "oh, he didn't need to see that. he wanted to talk to me about my parking spot". i informed him of the facts surrounding my situation. he argued that i should have found him so he could give me a certain spot, blah blah blah, i eventually just kinda nodded and drove away. stuipd parking lot nazi.
i hate hate hate him.
1. to encourage us to stay in school so we do not end up in their miserable profession.
2. to encourage us to stay in school by being nazi's about who leaves and enters the parking lot.
3. i hate them.
okay, so that last one was not a purpose. but it is still a fact. but back to the story.
so there is one in the front and one in the back parking lot. i park in the front. that is where the supreme nazi resides. back in the day, as in two weeks ago before this jackass got hired, my friends and i would leave school in packs, load into a couple of cars, and come and go as we pleased. the old security guard would just sit and read his paper. if we passed by, he would merely nod, wave, or wouldn't even notice. we liked him. he was cool. he was hip..."with-it", even. but the new guy...well he is anything but. you can tell he gets off on this shit, some sort of power trip by being able to tell people half his age what to do. yeah, we're all real impressed.
anyways.
there are three stories concerning this evil specimen.
story #1: the trunk-bang fiasco
i, being a good employee of the melting pot, realized the day before valentines (our busiest day of the year) that we were anything but prepared. so i took it upon myself to arrive there extra early...actually six hours before i was scheduled, much to the delight of my manager. now, in order to do this i had to ditch my fourth hour class, psychology. so during third hour, i was hearing terrible tales about the new security guard, whom i was yet to have a run-in with. my friend who was informing me also wished to leave after third hour, but was petrified of the monster. i took it upon myself to get us both out of the parking lot safely, and to our respective destination. this was a quest...of sorts. and so the bell rang, and we sneakily ran around the back of the school so we would have the shortest "parking lot running" distance to my car. the evil-one was parked in his usual place, inbetween the incoming and outgoing lanes of traffic at the only exit to the parking lot. this did not phase me. it did, however, phase my ditching buddy, who was much too scared to drive her own car off the lot. so i did the only logical thing. i put her in my trunk. i then proceeded to tape a piece of paper over my license plate, (so he couldn't match them with my name in the files and call my mom), and make our departure. as i was climbing into the front seat, i looked over and saw another girl i know loading a friend into the trunk of her car. she, however, had an off campus pass, and would not have to deceive the nazi. and so i allowed her to go in front of me, and she pulled up to the golf-cart and began to talk to the evil-one. i was about twenty feet back, and after watching her have to argue with him when she had a blatant pass, i realized that bargaining was not going to work. so i did the only logical thing. i floored it and zoomed out the incoming traffic lane, flying past the nazi and over a speed bump. my friend in my trunk had slipped my mind, and i heard a loud *thump* as i flew over the speed bump- no doubt from her wacking against the roof of my trunk. the security guard pointed and glared, but alas my dear honda was much too fast for his measely golf cart, and i got away!
story #2: handicapped lindsay
my friend lindsay is on the basketball team at my school, and so when she comes back for practice she'll often park in the handicapped spots, as it is in the late afternoon and the only people there are there for practice, and none of them are handicapped...along with the fact that those are the closest spots. but the evil-one was not to have this. and so she pulled her suburban into one of the spots and opened the door. no sooner had she put one foot on the ground than the evil-one was there, flipping his lid about how she was not supposed to be parking there. realizing how futile it would be to argue with such a headcase, she got back in her car and drove around to visitor parking. further away but not as far as her "assigned spot". of course, after school nobody parks in their assigned spot because it doesn't matter, you just park close. anyways. she pulls into visitor parking without thinking anything of it, gets out and almost manages to make it to the gym. about twenty feet from the gym door a kid says to her "run! he's chasing you! go go go!" without even looking behind her lindsay takes off running and makes it into the gym, and the whole time the evil-one is yelling "young lady! get back here!! young lady!!" she's a few feet into the gym when he catches her, and yells about how she needs to park in her assigned spot. and so she is forced to park six-rows back in an almost empty parking lot. stupid ass parking nazi.
story #3: stolen spots
on occassion, i come to school and there is somebody else parked in my spot. this happens to people sometimes, and when it does happen, you simply park in somebody elses spot. as of now i'm yet to meet anybody that is bothered by this fact of parking at school. and so this morning when i saw that my spot was taken, i simply parked a couple rows over in some random spot, because all the visitor spaces were full. i am leaving school at the proper time of my release and i see i got a warning for parking in that spot. whatever, i have like a fatty stack of those things in my glove box. but as i am about to get in my car i see the golf cart from across the lot start zooming towards me. i jump in my car, start it as fast as i can, and zoom back and around in the opposite direction. i pulled to go down a different aisle when suddenly the golfcart is in the middle of the aisle in front of me. he has zoomed through the walkway between rows and blocked my escape. i get out my ID to show him that i did, in fact, have a release. he walked upto the window and i was pulling out the id when he informed me that "oh, he didn't need to see that. he wanted to talk to me about my parking spot". i informed him of the facts surrounding my situation. he argued that i should have found him so he could give me a certain spot, blah blah blah, i eventually just kinda nodded and drove away. stuipd parking lot nazi.
i hate hate hate him.
all in all, a few things have been decided tonight.
1. e-bay will certainly be the end of me.
2. robert owen is stupid. if only because i had to write a 10-page paper on him. this fool also has opinions on various economists.
3. this is one of the funniest things i've ever seen.
4. god bless new courier size 12 double spaced font.
5. liking boys might not turn out to be all that bad...
6. in my last post i said my comments not working was "pissing the shit out of me". is that funny to anyone else?
7. i cannot wait for summer.
8. i have gone completely bonkers. totally lost it. i just said this to brian "niymphalid: my brain, like, exploded". oh dear.
well my paper just finished printing, the clock tolled 2AM, and hence i am off to sleep for a precious four hours.
1. e-bay will certainly be the end of me.
2. robert owen is stupid. if only because i had to write a 10-page paper on him. this fool also has opinions on various economists.
3. this is one of the funniest things i've ever seen.
4. god bless new courier size 12 double spaced font.
5. liking boys might not turn out to be all that bad...
6. in my last post i said my comments not working was "pissing the shit out of me". is that funny to anyone else?
7. i cannot wait for summer.
8. i have gone completely bonkers. totally lost it. i just said this to brian "niymphalid: my brain, like, exploded". oh dear.
well my paper just finished printing, the clock tolled 2AM, and hence i am off to sleep for a precious four hours.
i drink far too much diet coke. if one was what one drank i would be a big tin can of goodness. very low sodium, zero calories, tons of cancer....uhh...i mean....love in a can. yes...sweet sweet aspartame. you really do it for me.
my comments aren't working and it's pissing the shit out of me. i'm ready to walk down to the house of whatever punk runs that haloscan shit and kick some ass. except i'm a puny girl and would just get laughed at. profusely. for hours. and then i'd go home.
my comments aren't working and it's pissing the shit out of me. i'm ready to walk down to the house of whatever punk runs that haloscan shit and kick some ass. except i'm a puny girl and would just get laughed at. profusely. for hours. and then i'd go home.
i am in denial. (i don't i don't i don't i don't i don't have to do it)
nothing serious, mind you. *i mean come on don't you know me at all?*
well...i guess it might be a tad serious...if you consider my graduation of high school an important issue. i don't really give it much regard.
(fuck authority man!! <--said in a stoner voice by a kid wearing all black)
i have a...
ten
page
paper
due tomorrow for economics, a class required for graduation. i haven't started yet. and i do not plan on starting until sometime around 11 or 12 tonight, even though i only slept from 6-8:30 this morning, due to puking friends, cute boys, and ihop.
the first two came at night, the second one i actually woke up for.
mainly because my grandparents are in town and it was pretty much the first time i saw them, since i worked like a mo-fo all weekend. well worked and drank. but come on, seriously folks.
cute boys make me smile. but fuck them up their stupid asses (my favorite quote, thank-you jay)...always making you like them so you don't know where the hell you are. i hate liking boys, hate it!
(we hates it, yes...)
number 2. puking friends. stupid fat drunk friends that puke all over themselves, and the hotel room floor, forcing you to leave at like 3AM to escape the horrible stench. fortunately i was only there like 45 minutes before it happened, and left immediately after. to and from cute boys. and then i arrived home around 5:30. no fun in that manner with cute boys, but fun in a weird way that makes me like them more.
notice i just use plural "boys" and the vague "them" in describing. yup, it's gonna stay that way too. bring on vague and cryptic, my brotha!
but i am now escaping to the mall so i don't have to feel as guilty about not doing homework. i am dragging this punk with me. and i have a credit card. muhahaha.
nothing serious, mind you. *i mean come on don't you know me at all?*
well...i guess it might be a tad serious...if you consider my graduation of high school an important issue. i don't really give it much regard.
(fuck authority man!! <--said in a stoner voice by a kid wearing all black)
i have a...
ten
page
paper
due tomorrow for economics, a class required for graduation. i haven't started yet. and i do not plan on starting until sometime around 11 or 12 tonight, even though i only slept from 6-8:30 this morning, due to puking friends, cute boys, and ihop.
the first two came at night, the second one i actually woke up for.
mainly because my grandparents are in town and it was pretty much the first time i saw them, since i worked like a mo-fo all weekend. well worked and drank. but come on, seriously folks.
cute boys make me smile. but fuck them up their stupid asses (my favorite quote, thank-you jay)...always making you like them so you don't know where the hell you are. i hate liking boys, hate it!
(we hates it, yes...)
number 2. puking friends. stupid fat drunk friends that puke all over themselves, and the hotel room floor, forcing you to leave at like 3AM to escape the horrible stench. fortunately i was only there like 45 minutes before it happened, and left immediately after. to and from cute boys. and then i arrived home around 5:30. no fun in that manner with cute boys, but fun in a weird way that makes me like them more.
notice i just use plural "boys" and the vague "them" in describing. yup, it's gonna stay that way too. bring on vague and cryptic, my brotha!
but i am now escaping to the mall so i don't have to feel as guilty about not doing homework. i am dragging this punk with me. and i have a credit card. muhahaha.
AZ Film Guy: did u talk to robert yet?
niymphalid: no!!!!!!
AZ Film Guy: hrm wait.. he's old and has a receding hairline
niymphalid: i don't answer my phone when he calls
AZ Film Guy: his name is no longer robert
niymphalid: lol
AZ Film Guy: it is now BOB!
niymphalid: LOL!!!!!!
niymphalid: i love you!
AZ Film Guy: :-)
niymphalid: no!!!!!!
AZ Film Guy: hrm wait.. he's old and has a receding hairline
niymphalid: i don't answer my phone when he calls
AZ Film Guy: his name is no longer robert
niymphalid: lol
AZ Film Guy: it is now BOB!
niymphalid: LOL!!!!!!
niymphalid: i love you!
AZ Film Guy: :-)
hmm. it is sunday morning. which means...
a. the two male neighbor "roomates" are blasting...listening....oh! today they have chosen barbara streisand. marvelous.
b. i got to sleep in ridiculously late. how late? well i just woke up and it's 1:00...mm...late enough for me.
c. i will now sit around in my pj's until the last possible second, which today will be sometime around 3:30, as i have to get ready for work at 5:00. luckily stalker-boy won't be there tonight. i let all my other boys hear the message he left me and they decided i'm not allowed to talk to him anymore. which is currently fine by me... last night he called me twice in like a thirty minute time period. and left messages. because i didn't answer the phone and am yet to call him back. i know i'm being a real bitch here.. you don't have to tell me. but having a desperate guy after you is so unappealing.
i don't know why, though. having a guy not pay as much attention always makes me like him more. probably because then i don't have to worry about him liking me back, and dealing with the ramifications of a possible relationship. but the other guy i am currently thinking about....well.....things are just weird. very weird. and i don't know what to think, but i honestly am just sort of going along with it. whatever dude. that's the end of that akward paragraph.
i am excited for blorgy2003. lots of alcohol with lots of people i only know from the internet...it's gonna be interesting. i've never met anyone i only knew off the internet, much less partied with them for multiple days. but brian will be there, and i know brian, so i certainly am not nervous. yahoo underage drinking!
hmm, it's now 1:30. i've been writing this for way too long. oh god, robert just called me. i just called alyx to freak out. she's calling me back in a few minutes. i need diet coke.
okay, breathe breathe. i just text-messaged brian "help me". hehe, i love that kid. i will now devote this paragraph to him. he lived with my brother for three years or so. during that time i probably went to like a couple of their parties, but not many, and didn't ever talk to brian much. he made out with my best friend, alyx, and it was funny. but then he moved to california. and then we became friends. and now i would be sad if i didn't talk to him everyday. the other night during drunken text-messaging i told him i would have a crush on him if he lived here, and it's probably true. because he's a really good guy.
me: i am just writing in my blog yo
eric: lol
eric: oh yea?
me: yup
me: about my stalker :-(
eric: oh boy a stalker
eric: not a good stalker if you know about him
hehhehehe.
holy crap. it's now 2:00. an hour of blogging has yielded very pathetic results. sigh, owell...post!
a. the two male neighbor "roomates" are blasting...listening....oh! today they have chosen barbara streisand. marvelous.
b. i got to sleep in ridiculously late. how late? well i just woke up and it's 1:00...mm...late enough for me.
c. i will now sit around in my pj's until the last possible second, which today will be sometime around 3:30, as i have to get ready for work at 5:00. luckily stalker-boy won't be there tonight. i let all my other boys hear the message he left me and they decided i'm not allowed to talk to him anymore. which is currently fine by me... last night he called me twice in like a thirty minute time period. and left messages. because i didn't answer the phone and am yet to call him back. i know i'm being a real bitch here.. you don't have to tell me. but having a desperate guy after you is so unappealing.
i don't know why, though. having a guy not pay as much attention always makes me like him more. probably because then i don't have to worry about him liking me back, and dealing with the ramifications of a possible relationship. but the other guy i am currently thinking about....well.....things are just weird. very weird. and i don't know what to think, but i honestly am just sort of going along with it. whatever dude. that's the end of that akward paragraph.
i am excited for blorgy2003. lots of alcohol with lots of people i only know from the internet...it's gonna be interesting. i've never met anyone i only knew off the internet, much less partied with them for multiple days. but brian will be there, and i know brian, so i certainly am not nervous. yahoo underage drinking!
hmm, it's now 1:30. i've been writing this for way too long. oh god, robert just called me. i just called alyx to freak out. she's calling me back in a few minutes. i need diet coke.
okay, breathe breathe. i just text-messaged brian "help me". hehe, i love that kid. i will now devote this paragraph to him. he lived with my brother for three years or so. during that time i probably went to like a couple of their parties, but not many, and didn't ever talk to brian much. he made out with my best friend, alyx, and it was funny. but then he moved to california. and then we became friends. and now i would be sad if i didn't talk to him everyday. the other night during drunken text-messaging i told him i would have a crush on him if he lived here, and it's probably true. because he's a really good guy.
me: i am just writing in my blog yo
eric: lol
eric: oh yea?
me: yup
me: about my stalker :-(
eric: oh boy a stalker
eric: not a good stalker if you know about him
hehhehehe.
holy crap. it's now 2:00. an hour of blogging has yielded very pathetic results. sigh, owell...post!
when leaving someones house in the morning...i try to always be one of the first ones up and out. then people don't get the opportunity to feel weird about you still being there.
shit, i'm still drunk and probably going to bed in a minute. but first.
wow. yeah. so who flipped out yesterday morning? jeez, i lost it.
(and with good reason.) scary scary scary scary.
yesterday wasn't too bad, i was at work for eleven hours straight. gary let me go home early. thanks dude. now i don't have to talk about valentines day anymore, and that makes me happy.
why the fuck am i not asleep.
well, because there is a lot on my mind. but i will not talk about any of it straight forward, so i should just stop trying to express it in weird and twisted manners. gah.
shit, i'm still drunk and probably going to bed in a minute. but first.
wow. yeah. so who flipped out yesterday morning? jeez, i lost it.
(and with good reason.) scary scary scary scary.
yesterday wasn't too bad, i was at work for eleven hours straight. gary let me go home early. thanks dude. now i don't have to talk about valentines day anymore, and that makes me happy.
why the fuck am i not asleep.
well, because there is a lot on my mind. but i will not talk about any of it straight forward, so i should just stop trying to express it in weird and twisted manners. gah.
help me help me help me help me help me... *repeat 5000 times*...
i just noticed that i had a voicemail this morning from robert. so i listen to it. oh help me. so scared. it was the scariest message i've ever had to listen to. he was quite intoxicated and rattled on and on about how much he liked me and said lots of scary things. scary committment-y things. oh and i have to see him tonight. oh and it's valentines day. oh help me. i don't want this i don't want this one little bit. i'm just thinking about someone else.
i have eight-thousand things to do right now. i am ditching school to go to work at like 10:30. that is scary...but that is how busy we are. i bet i'll be there till 11:00. 12.5 hours of fondue-fun. hopefully then i am going to get "quite intoxicated", and can have a merry ol time.
(note: i do realize that it is possible to have fun without consuming alcohol, and i do it quite often. like 5 or 6 days a week. so fear not, i'm not an alcoholic:) )
i just noticed that i had a voicemail this morning from robert. so i listen to it. oh help me. so scared. it was the scariest message i've ever had to listen to. he was quite intoxicated and rattled on and on about how much he liked me and said lots of scary things. scary committment-y things. oh and i have to see him tonight. oh and it's valentines day. oh help me. i don't want this i don't want this one little bit. i'm just thinking about someone else.
i have eight-thousand things to do right now. i am ditching school to go to work at like 10:30. that is scary...but that is how busy we are. i bet i'll be there till 11:00. 12.5 hours of fondue-fun. hopefully then i am going to get "quite intoxicated", and can have a merry ol time.
(note: i do realize that it is possible to have fun without consuming alcohol, and i do it quite often. like 5 or 6 days a week. so fear not, i'm not an alcoholic:) )
sigh...
the rain fits my mood. i am tired and cranky and...well.....the third thing speaks for itself.
last night i was watching the osbournes, and it was the episode where ozzy and sharon have the big to-do to renew their wedding vows. and i kid you not, literally, i was watching them get "remarried" or whatever, and my eyes watered up like 'woah'.
oh wow.
i am the biggest loser. ever. plus sap. sap+loser=me.
hehehe.
well now i am off to work. where all people do is call, get angry with me for not having any open valentines day reservations, and then hang up on me. i'm sorry, sir, but you should have called a month ago if your life depends on taking your wife here. i'm sorry, sir, but $100 will not get you a table (seriously, people are asking to bribe me). okay, sir, i will shove valentines day up my ass, thankyou for those kind words.
valentines day being about love is bullshit. it just makes people resentful.
toodleoo.
the rain fits my mood. i am tired and cranky and...well.....the third thing speaks for itself.
last night i was watching the osbournes, and it was the episode where ozzy and sharon have the big to-do to renew their wedding vows. and i kid you not, literally, i was watching them get "remarried" or whatever, and my eyes watered up like 'woah'.
oh wow.
i am the biggest loser. ever. plus sap. sap+loser=me.
hehehe.
well now i am off to work. where all people do is call, get angry with me for not having any open valentines day reservations, and then hang up on me. i'm sorry, sir, but you should have called a month ago if your life depends on taking your wife here. i'm sorry, sir, but $100 will not get you a table (seriously, people are asking to bribe me). okay, sir, i will shove valentines day up my ass, thankyou for those kind words.
valentines day being about love is bullshit. it just makes people resentful.
toodleoo.
i am currently eating ritz crackers.
back in the day (aka sophomore year) whenever i ventured to sweet donny-p's home, i'd always eat all his ritz. and yet somehow they always had enough. back in the day we spent a lot of time at donny's casa, but as of late the don-casa-time has dramatically decreased. now sure, it was usually me watching the boys play halo or bond or something. but still. my house runs out of ritz, his never does.
if there was a list of "most lazy people i know", it would go something like that.
1. Me
2. Trevor
3. Me
today i put trevor in the trunk of my car after my last class (which was two classes before his last class) and drove off campus flashing my nice little release stickers to the dyke security guard. she smiled and waved, and trevor exclaimed at the top of his lungs, "fuck you!" she did not respond, so sadly i am led to believe she did not hear his cry. he also yelled "fuck me please" to the captain of the cheer squad, but she also did not hear. more trunk yelling will have to be done. but anyways, the purpose of this off-campus venture was for me to make trevor a sandwich.
ingredient list:
turkey
ham
chicken
lettuce
tomato
mustard
bread (duh)
now, if i do say so myself, the sandwich kicked ass. maybe i will start making sandwiches for my friends in college....first for free...and then slowly start charging. soon i'd be rich! and i could steal all the ingredients from the fridge back home. i already told my brother that i would make him food...although if i was stealing the ingredients from our parents, i doubt i could charge him. he might rat me out :) but one no-charge customer should not hamper my get-rich-quick scheme too dramatically...muhahaha
to whoever left the mean note on this entry of brians. fuck you. stupid pansy too afraid to even sign a name so an intelligent discussion could be started. although i doubt the conversation could have been too friendly considering you just made a death wish on one of my really good friends. so fuck off, or fuck a cow. you seemed to be quite distraught at the death of one.
anyways.
i just realized tonight that i have never watched an entire reality-tv show, save the MTV ones. but all these fox shows? not a one. am i missing something here?
back in the day (aka sophomore year) whenever i ventured to sweet donny-p's home, i'd always eat all his ritz. and yet somehow they always had enough. back in the day we spent a lot of time at donny's casa, but as of late the don-casa-time has dramatically decreased. now sure, it was usually me watching the boys play halo or bond or something. but still. my house runs out of ritz, his never does.
if there was a list of "most lazy people i know", it would go something like that.
1. Me
2. Trevor
3. Me
today i put trevor in the trunk of my car after my last class (which was two classes before his last class) and drove off campus flashing my nice little release stickers to the dyke security guard. she smiled and waved, and trevor exclaimed at the top of his lungs, "fuck you!" she did not respond, so sadly i am led to believe she did not hear his cry. he also yelled "fuck me please" to the captain of the cheer squad, but she also did not hear. more trunk yelling will have to be done. but anyways, the purpose of this off-campus venture was for me to make trevor a sandwich.
ingredient list:
turkey
ham
chicken
lettuce
tomato
mustard
bread (duh)
now, if i do say so myself, the sandwich kicked ass. maybe i will start making sandwiches for my friends in college....first for free...and then slowly start charging. soon i'd be rich! and i could steal all the ingredients from the fridge back home. i already told my brother that i would make him food...although if i was stealing the ingredients from our parents, i doubt i could charge him. he might rat me out :) but one no-charge customer should not hamper my get-rich-quick scheme too dramatically...muhahaha
to whoever left the mean note on this entry of brians. fuck you. stupid pansy too afraid to even sign a name so an intelligent discussion could be started. although i doubt the conversation could have been too friendly considering you just made a death wish on one of my really good friends. so fuck off, or fuck a cow. you seemed to be quite distraught at the death of one.
anyways.
i just realized tonight that i have never watched an entire reality-tv show, save the MTV ones. but all these fox shows? not a one. am i missing something here?
lakeshore drive owns you...sucka.
to all you boys who didn't show up...i can only say shame on you. you missed a hell of a show and a chance to support a supposedly good friend of yours. so yeah..anyways.
i went shopping today and spent all my money. wow, alecia. you went shopping and spent all your money?! and while doing so you talked to dear alyx who lives in new york for over an hour on your cell phone?! you?!?! no...i don't believe it.
heh.
heh.
haro leaves me lots of notes. thanks dude, i really appreciate it. :-)
time for my head to hit my pillow. wack, wack.
to all you boys who didn't show up...i can only say shame on you. you missed a hell of a show and a chance to support a supposedly good friend of yours. so yeah..anyways.
i went shopping today and spent all my money. wow, alecia. you went shopping and spent all your money?! and while doing so you talked to dear alyx who lives in new york for over an hour on your cell phone?! you?!?! no...i don't believe it.
heh.
heh.
haro leaves me lots of notes. thanks dude, i really appreciate it. :-)
time for my head to hit my pillow. wack, wack.
i really wish we could learn from other peoples mistakes. because i swear, with all the time we spend learning from our own mistakes, a lot cold get accomplished.
i stopped mid-eyeliner to write this post. sometimes i get cravings for blogger- and that makes me the coolest girl ever. but really...and other times i plan out entire posts in my head. or if im taking pictures i'll talk my way through the picutres and imagine the captions. although this isn't a new thing...back in the day when i had to walk home from middle school, i'd write essays in my head, get home, and scribble them out. i never spent much time on homework. now my trip to school is like two minutes, and thats a pretty short essay. so as opposed to writing them out in my head i just don't write them and copy chucks. and send them to all my friends. and we all choose a different font and some double-space, some single-space, move the heading and title around a bit, and you've got a brand new original piece of work. now that's what i call creativity, folks.
[now that's what i call music]<----man those cds suck.
tonight is the lakeshore drive concert at the bash, 7:00. i will be there, so you should be, too! i've got to support my future-roomie in his stardom endeavors...how else is he going to pay the rent?
but no, really, they're very good.
imagestation is being a fucknut.
i got shutters in my room. i will have to take a picture of them, as my mom claims them to be very exciting. i don't understand the big deal, so much, but i pretend to be overly enthused. "oh my god, shutters, my life is complete."
the cut on my elbow from drunk-saturday-night really hurts. i put neosporin on it last night, but it's just sore and hurts to bend and straighten my arm. my mom asked me how i did it and i was just like "oh i don't really know, ran into something...or something...er...." and she just laughed at me. i need to move out so i can stop lying. end school year, end...
speak of the devil, i have to finish getting ready.
i stopped mid-eyeliner to write this post. sometimes i get cravings for blogger- and that makes me the coolest girl ever. but really...and other times i plan out entire posts in my head. or if im taking pictures i'll talk my way through the picutres and imagine the captions. although this isn't a new thing...back in the day when i had to walk home from middle school, i'd write essays in my head, get home, and scribble them out. i never spent much time on homework. now my trip to school is like two minutes, and thats a pretty short essay. so as opposed to writing them out in my head i just don't write them and copy chucks. and send them to all my friends. and we all choose a different font and some double-space, some single-space, move the heading and title around a bit, and you've got a brand new original piece of work. now that's what i call creativity, folks.
[now that's what i call music]<----man those cds suck.
tonight is the lakeshore drive concert at the bash, 7:00. i will be there, so you should be, too! i've got to support my future-roomie in his stardom endeavors...how else is he going to pay the rent?
but no, really, they're very good.
imagestation is being a fucknut.
i got shutters in my room. i will have to take a picture of them, as my mom claims them to be very exciting. i don't understand the big deal, so much, but i pretend to be overly enthused. "oh my god, shutters, my life is complete."
the cut on my elbow from drunk-saturday-night really hurts. i put neosporin on it last night, but it's just sore and hurts to bend and straighten my arm. my mom asked me how i did it and i was just like "oh i don't really know, ran into something...or something...er...." and she just laughed at me. i need to move out so i can stop lying. end school year, end...
speak of the devil, i have to finish getting ready.
i know i promised you all a sunday morning hungover post but i just didn't deliver. it just didn't happen, and i sincerely apologize to all you who were anxiously anticipating it's arrival...
for as i slept through the morning, a late afternoon sunday hungover post will have to do.
work sucked last night. there were tons of people and it was way crazy. then this stupid oak-tree-indian-frizzy-hair lady glared at me for a full half hour while she waited for a table. i'm sorry oak bitch, but i can't control how fast people eat and vacate their tables, so take your stupid frizzy head somewhere else and gain some fucking maturity for gods sake. stupid oak tree woman.
but then i went over to scott & brians house and everything was good. i got some alcohol in me and immediately felt much better. funny how that works. the night is a big blur, but a fun blur at that. and i have a whole lot of pictures i don't remember taking, which is always fun. a whole lot of pictures that i will now proceed to share with you through links, because uploading all of them makes my page run really really slow...
the party was at scott and brians house. there was a lot of alcohol there. joe had some. he was also wearing a kilt. joe is cool. and when michelle wasn't busy licking adam or making out with chuck or getting caught in dark rooms with chuck, she squeezed me into her schedule. but who can blame her i suppose. i mean honestly, could you resist this cute face? the dark room incident was captured on film because this gentlemen decided he smelled bad, and wished to borrow some of scotts cologne, which was in scotts bedroom, which happened to be dark. but everybody didn't seem to be too angry. and chuck and michelle continued to be unable to resist one another. tom tried to explain this phenomenon, but i don't remember what he said. so i fell down. hi, tom. all the boys of lakeshore drive were there. that's jack and tom. danny was there too. awwww. often, however jack was too busy macking to be concerned with music matters. but me, i got a picture with the lead singer. isn't he saucy? *wink wink* and the manager. he was busy making business deals about the band. who happen to have a show tomorrow night at 7 at bash on ash. be there, sucka. whew.
weird event: my cat that disappeared a year and a half ago randomly appeared last night. welcome home ninja.
robert called me and was all sad/jealous that i didn't want to hang out with him, and i was hanging out at a boys house with lots of boys. haha. silly robert.
all day today i watched videos at brians house, where i half slept half awoke periodically. all in all, good night.
for as i slept through the morning, a late afternoon sunday hungover post will have to do.
work sucked last night. there were tons of people and it was way crazy. then this stupid oak-tree-indian-frizzy-hair lady glared at me for a full half hour while she waited for a table. i'm sorry oak bitch, but i can't control how fast people eat and vacate their tables, so take your stupid frizzy head somewhere else and gain some fucking maturity for gods sake. stupid oak tree woman.
but then i went over to scott & brians house and everything was good. i got some alcohol in me and immediately felt much better. funny how that works. the night is a big blur, but a fun blur at that. and i have a whole lot of pictures i don't remember taking, which is always fun. a whole lot of pictures that i will now proceed to share with you through links, because uploading all of them makes my page run really really slow...
the party was at scott and brians house. there was a lot of alcohol there. joe had some. he was also wearing a kilt. joe is cool. and when michelle wasn't busy licking adam or making out with chuck or getting caught in dark rooms with chuck, she squeezed me into her schedule. but who can blame her i suppose. i mean honestly, could you resist this cute face? the dark room incident was captured on film because this gentlemen decided he smelled bad, and wished to borrow some of scotts cologne, which was in scotts bedroom, which happened to be dark. but everybody didn't seem to be too angry. and chuck and michelle continued to be unable to resist one another. tom tried to explain this phenomenon, but i don't remember what he said. so i fell down. hi, tom. all the boys of lakeshore drive were there. that's jack and tom. danny was there too. awwww. often, however jack was too busy macking to be concerned with music matters. but me, i got a picture with the lead singer. isn't he saucy? *wink wink* and the manager. he was busy making business deals about the band. who happen to have a show tomorrow night at 7 at bash on ash. be there, sucka. whew.
weird event: my cat that disappeared a year and a half ago randomly appeared last night. welcome home ninja.
robert called me and was all sad/jealous that i didn't want to hang out with him, and i was hanging out at a boys house with lots of boys. haha. silly robert.
all day today i watched videos at brians house, where i half slept half awoke periodically. all in all, good night.
i've gotta say...i told brian that this post wouldn't be about robert, but i can't guarantee anything...
so i think i'm really getting used to this whole "attachment disorder" thing. getting rid of people before they manage to get rid of you has, as of yet, very few negative affects. i, along with those around me, have already realized how much more attached robert is to me than i am to him. a few people at work actually mentioned it tonight. and i just said, "i dunno". the "feeling vulnerable" aspect of closeness does not appeal to me in the least, and i feel like i'm just searching for anything to take my mind off of commitment, relationships, etc. anyone, i mean. and then that person manages to consume my thoughts for the next while, until i think they might actually want something more than the very little had at present. and then that makes me nervous so i leave. i've already left robert, but if he actually tries, i don't know what will happen. it seems like whenever i mention other boys i have anything with he gets a whole lot more attached and touchy and affectionate, because he's scared, too. he's scared of losing me. i'm scared of keeping him. funny how these things work out.
*breathe*
tonight was pretty damn boring. work was hectic, time after was chill, and time after chill was just funny. i gotta watch the infamous girl i made out with give chuck more lapdances, see pierced nipples, and enjoy a corona. i like that. just having a beer with friends. it's so..very...chill. i don't know. maybe it just feels grown up :)
which i am not, no matter how hard i pretend.
sometimes i catch myself doing stupid immature shit that i have sworn to have outgrown...i catch it and that pisses me off. i hate hypocrites. so i can't claim to be mature, laugh at immaturity, and then be that very thing.
anyways.
it's really weird how fast i forget things.
not necessarily instances...but patterns. i cannot, for the life of me, tell you what my life was like a year ago. i can't remember day to day anythings. i can remember specific occurences, big events...but i don't know. everything connected with anything sad has just been stored away and lost. they say that experience is nothing if you cannot remember it. i remember enough, i can tell you that much.
hah. "attachment disorder." who the fuck do i think i am? good will hunting?
i don't get beat, i've never been molested or mistreated...so i had some unfortunate circumstances. big fat deal.
i'm just a big ball of complaining tonight. "oh pity me" says my inner dialogue. "fuck you" says my outer. good ol outer, he always sets things straight.
?
i find that i am really really happy. this whole entry sounds depressed and pessimistic, which is not at all what i was going for. i like things this way. i can't claim that this contentment will continue for much longer, but i'll cross that bridge when it arrives. i enjoy not being fucked over and just being free to do whatever the fuck i want to whenever i want to with whomever i want to. i really really don't like rules. and i find that while my parents are extremely leniant, i still manage to lie and break rules whenever the chance arises. it is really not even necessary, it's just something to do, i guess.
i'm really chill. maybe i'm jaded. yeah, that's it. jaded. i just don't really give a fuck. i'm just puttering along. putter, patter.
and i didn't have any food with or after my beer, so i won't get a beer gut.
tomorrow though...yes. let's just say that my next entry will be a sunday morning "oh my god i can't even more i'm so hungover" entry. funny how i know i'll be miserable sunday, and yet i will still get trashed off my ass saturday night. why do we do that to ourselves?
to be uninhibited.
duh.
and now i will go off and be asleep, and in twelve hours i'll be at work. and soon after i'll be drunk. and that is a beautiful thing. *wink wink*
so i think i'm really getting used to this whole "attachment disorder" thing. getting rid of people before they manage to get rid of you has, as of yet, very few negative affects. i, along with those around me, have already realized how much more attached robert is to me than i am to him. a few people at work actually mentioned it tonight. and i just said, "i dunno". the "feeling vulnerable" aspect of closeness does not appeal to me in the least, and i feel like i'm just searching for anything to take my mind off of commitment, relationships, etc. anyone, i mean. and then that person manages to consume my thoughts for the next while, until i think they might actually want something more than the very little had at present. and then that makes me nervous so i leave. i've already left robert, but if he actually tries, i don't know what will happen. it seems like whenever i mention other boys i have anything with he gets a whole lot more attached and touchy and affectionate, because he's scared, too. he's scared of losing me. i'm scared of keeping him. funny how these things work out.
*breathe*
tonight was pretty damn boring. work was hectic, time after was chill, and time after chill was just funny. i gotta watch the infamous girl i made out with give chuck more lapdances, see pierced nipples, and enjoy a corona. i like that. just having a beer with friends. it's so..very...chill. i don't know. maybe it just feels grown up :)
which i am not, no matter how hard i pretend.
sometimes i catch myself doing stupid immature shit that i have sworn to have outgrown...i catch it and that pisses me off. i hate hypocrites. so i can't claim to be mature, laugh at immaturity, and then be that very thing.
anyways.
it's really weird how fast i forget things.
not necessarily instances...but patterns. i cannot, for the life of me, tell you what my life was like a year ago. i can't remember day to day anythings. i can remember specific occurences, big events...but i don't know. everything connected with anything sad has just been stored away and lost. they say that experience is nothing if you cannot remember it. i remember enough, i can tell you that much.
hah. "attachment disorder." who the fuck do i think i am? good will hunting?
i don't get beat, i've never been molested or mistreated...so i had some unfortunate circumstances. big fat deal.
i'm just a big ball of complaining tonight. "oh pity me" says my inner dialogue. "fuck you" says my outer. good ol outer, he always sets things straight.
?
i find that i am really really happy. this whole entry sounds depressed and pessimistic, which is not at all what i was going for. i like things this way. i can't claim that this contentment will continue for much longer, but i'll cross that bridge when it arrives. i enjoy not being fucked over and just being free to do whatever the fuck i want to whenever i want to with whomever i want to. i really really don't like rules. and i find that while my parents are extremely leniant, i still manage to lie and break rules whenever the chance arises. it is really not even necessary, it's just something to do, i guess.
i'm really chill. maybe i'm jaded. yeah, that's it. jaded. i just don't really give a fuck. i'm just puttering along. putter, patter.
and i didn't have any food with or after my beer, so i won't get a beer gut.
tomorrow though...yes. let's just say that my next entry will be a sunday morning "oh my god i can't even more i'm so hungover" entry. funny how i know i'll be miserable sunday, and yet i will still get trashed off my ass saturday night. why do we do that to ourselves?
to be uninhibited.
duh.
and now i will go off and be asleep, and in twelve hours i'll be at work. and soon after i'll be drunk. and that is a beautiful thing. *wink wink*
well, announcement time. my homies have been approved, so it's me, chuck, and brian next year in the condo. fo sho.
chuck: I would just keep Corona in [the mini fridge]
chuck: then Brian would play a song
me: and then i would be drunk
chuck: indeed...and I would start to ramble and accidently sleep with a girl I just met
and that shall sum it up.
chuck: I would just keep Corona in [the mini fridge]
chuck: then Brian would play a song
me: and then i would be drunk
chuck: indeed...and I would start to ramble and accidently sleep with a girl I just met
and that shall sum it up.
i just got paid. close to $350. i also am about to send out the check for my visa bill, hence, that money is going to the bank. sigh, and i am broke once more. well, i'll hold onto a twenty. then, "the dogs won't pee on you", as my dad says.
thanks, dad.
so i'm addicted to another cd. this time it's the format. they rock my socks off. it's actually starting to get inconvenient, having to buy so many new pairs of socks. (that was a joke.) come on, i'm tired.
i wanna get drunk. mm, this weekend. as of now, i know of three parties going on friday. just need to get some lined up for saturday and i'm back in business. my recovery has been completed! i was talking to my bud nicki about how our waiting period has decreased dramatically. let's go back in the day a couple years. drink once. months later, back in the mood, drink later. now say a year ago. drink once, wait around a month or so, drink again. and this is only if the option was there. look at now. once a week. if not two nights in a row, depending on how high the level of intoxication reached on friday. last weekend the level of intoxication reached, i believe, astronomical levels. unheard of. i just discussed what i actually drank, and i was quite shocked. (shot of rum, two schmirnoff ices, mixed drink with 4 shots in it, 3 shots of tequila, some beer). holy lord, and i didn't even puke! i don't know whether to be proud or creeped out. i'm a lush.
gotsta say congrats to my buddy brian on his promotion. work it! and so then when i visit in may you can buy me lots of presents. i'm just kidding. unless you want to buy me presents, and then who am i to say no?
i'm off like a prom dress.
thanks, dad.
so i'm addicted to another cd. this time it's the format. they rock my socks off. it's actually starting to get inconvenient, having to buy so many new pairs of socks. (that was a joke.) come on, i'm tired.
i wanna get drunk. mm, this weekend. as of now, i know of three parties going on friday. just need to get some lined up for saturday and i'm back in business. my recovery has been completed! i was talking to my bud nicki about how our waiting period has decreased dramatically. let's go back in the day a couple years. drink once. months later, back in the mood, drink later. now say a year ago. drink once, wait around a month or so, drink again. and this is only if the option was there. look at now. once a week. if not two nights in a row, depending on how high the level of intoxication reached on friday. last weekend the level of intoxication reached, i believe, astronomical levels. unheard of. i just discussed what i actually drank, and i was quite shocked. (shot of rum, two schmirnoff ices, mixed drink with 4 shots in it, 3 shots of tequila, some beer). holy lord, and i didn't even puke! i don't know whether to be proud or creeped out. i'm a lush.
gotsta say congrats to my buddy brian on his promotion. work it! and so then when i visit in may you can buy me lots of presents. i'm just kidding. unless you want to buy me presents, and then who am i to say no?
i'm off like a prom dress.
well, it looks like my extreme partyness died last night after spending seven and a half hours at work and not having immediate plans. that's the thing. usually on the weekend you must go in search of plans, they don't come to you. so i just decided i was too tired to search, so i would wait for plans to come to me. in my bed. with the lights off. and pajamas on. so that's the story of how i feel asleep at 9:30 last night and just woke up a few minutes ago. there ain't nothing wrong with 14 hours of sleep i tell you, nothing at all.
work was hellish, though, if you want to know the truth. it was already going to be long due to my lack of sleep, but pretty soon my retained drunkness slipped right on down to just plain hungover. and robert got the day off to help his friends move.
(another, "to tell you the truth", i didn't really miss him that much. to tell you the truth again i haven't thought about him all that much this whole weekend. we're supposed to go out to lunch today and i'm just like, "oh, cool", not like, "oh my gosh i'm so excited". i'm so fucking strange. perhaps my distraction *wink wink* friday has caused this. mmm.)
but isn't this what i wanted? for him to go away? at least in my head he has. but i also haven't seen him for a couple days. so of course i'll see him this afternoon and feel the exact same way i felt a couple posts ago. i'll fall back in my pile of mushy 'i want a boyfriend'-ness. of course i get out of that faster than i fell in when i remember that this summer is fast approaching. the summer including california trips and drunken condo parties. and then having a boyfriend around seems like quite the bad idea. i like parties, but i like parties even more when i get to make out with someone at the end.. :)
i think i'm a teeter totter. yes. that is a perfect description. we'll say right now i'm teeter. hehe.
work was hellish, though, if you want to know the truth. it was already going to be long due to my lack of sleep, but pretty soon my retained drunkness slipped right on down to just plain hungover. and robert got the day off to help his friends move.
(another, "to tell you the truth", i didn't really miss him that much. to tell you the truth again i haven't thought about him all that much this whole weekend. we're supposed to go out to lunch today and i'm just like, "oh, cool", not like, "oh my gosh i'm so excited". i'm so fucking strange. perhaps my distraction *wink wink* friday has caused this. mmm.)
but isn't this what i wanted? for him to go away? at least in my head he has. but i also haven't seen him for a couple days. so of course i'll see him this afternoon and feel the exact same way i felt a couple posts ago. i'll fall back in my pile of mushy 'i want a boyfriend'-ness. of course i get out of that faster than i fell in when i remember that this summer is fast approaching. the summer including california trips and drunken condo parties. and then having a boyfriend around seems like quite the bad idea. i like parties, but i like parties even more when i get to make out with someone at the end.. :)
i think i'm a teeter totter. yes. that is a perfect description. we'll say right now i'm teeter. hehe.
well- considering my last entry was fairly meaninful and/or true, this entry will be entirely lacking of those elements.
interesting night last night. well, if interesting means "so much fun best night ever".
now i'm feeling pretty fucked up, still hanging ominously between drunk and hungover. and really fucking tired. i suppose that can be expected, considering i went to bed at 7:30ish and had to wake up at 9:30. and now i have to shower and get ready and go to work. no time to sleep! owell, i hear that this is what your teenage years are for, getting trashed no sleeping and then plowing through your next day. and after seeing my parents "next morning" lives, this ability certainly diminishes with age.
i called my dad at 12:30 last night to tell him i was playing board games at my friend angela's house and i just planned to sleep there. he was half asleep and just like "yea whatever". i was already drunk at that point, mind you. worst lie ever. i mean, what the fuck?! board games?
my head is pounding and i just want to crawl back in bed and sleep away my woes, wake up, and do it all over again. alas, this plan is not in my future. and so i leave to shower, get ready, go to work, and then do it all over again...with the help of some serious caffeine. good day.
interesting night last night. well, if interesting means "so much fun best night ever".
now i'm feeling pretty fucked up, still hanging ominously between drunk and hungover. and really fucking tired. i suppose that can be expected, considering i went to bed at 7:30ish and had to wake up at 9:30. and now i have to shower and get ready and go to work. no time to sleep! owell, i hear that this is what your teenage years are for, getting trashed no sleeping and then plowing through your next day. and after seeing my parents "next morning" lives, this ability certainly diminishes with age.
i called my dad at 12:30 last night to tell him i was playing board games at my friend angela's house and i just planned to sleep there. he was half asleep and just like "yea whatever". i was already drunk at that point, mind you. worst lie ever. i mean, what the fuck?! board games?
my head is pounding and i just want to crawl back in bed and sleep away my woes, wake up, and do it all over again. alas, this plan is not in my future. and so i leave to shower, get ready, go to work, and then do it all over again...with the help of some serious caffeine. good day.
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