so this past weekend was spent celebrating the union of two young mormons. pack had a party at his house. rally baked a shit ton of vegan delights. i had a fair amount of beer. ever played "polish horseshoes"? neither had i until the other night. there are two poles with empty bottles delicately balanced on them. the teams try to knock the bottles off with a frisbee while the other team tries to catch the frisbee and/or the bottle if it topples. that's it really. things were going well for pack and i at the beginning...i even knocked the bottle off! it didn't take long for me to make a fool of myself. i unintentionally lost control of my aim and whacked some female bystander in the face (i laugh while i write this). i know how she felt. i'm usually the one being hit by things. it was so fucking funny but i think i must've embarrassed pack. also typical of me.

while i was driving today i noticed there was a shit ton of roadkill pushed over to the side of the roads. when i was little(er) and i would see animals smushed i would also say a little "prayer" for them. it still makes my bottom lip stick out.

i went to the mall, too. i had bought some stupid shoes and needed to return them. while walking around in my paint covered shirt and messed up hair i was thinking about how hard it is for me to be in a relationship. i feel like i'm always competing for attention. you spend so much time hoping to find someone that'll really like you and appreciate you and blah blah blah...and then you get it (you hope) and then you have to continue to work your ass off to seem interesting and fun to that same person. i don't like the fact that pack knows i'm boring sometimes or say things that are just not funny. i think must've seemed a lot cooler from a distance. plus, i'm fucking crazy. i'm legitimately concerned about this and won't bother typing it out to it's nutty extent.

it's weird to have memories with people that aren't a part of your life anymore. i can't decide if i mind it or not. people have their time in my life and then we move on and i can't decide whether i think that's sad or just how it is. i wonder if they think about it, too. i'm not just being gay and talking about ex boyfriends, either. ah well.

while i was in europe i kept a journal to keep track of all the amazing things that happened, people we met, places we went, etc. i decided that i should try harder to write things down that i don't want to forget because it's fun to read later on AND i have a really lousy memory. so here's my first attempt now that i'm back in the states.

last week i woke up super early on a gorgeous day and made a bunch of phone calls to get my ass to the beach. i was successful. my demise was the god damn sunshine. i was thoroughly burned on my belly and the front of my legs and was incapacitated for a good three days. i watched talladega nights about 8 times (and lmao appropriately).

the weekend was really neat. pack and i took a drive up to toronto. toronto is very clean, but the part of canada we went through was very very ugly. we stopped at a place called Extreme Pita - i'll never forget the way they rolled up their pitas. why did we drive all the way up to toronto for one night, you may ask...this is why. Evil Dead the Musical. at 11 p.m. we left for the Diesel Theater in a canadian taxi cab. pop corn and a pitcher of beer welcomed us to the show. it was AWESOME. i take back all the terrible things i've ever said about musicals due to this one performance. there was blood everywhere and movie references to our absolute delight. immediately after leaving the show we wondered how/when we would go back up to see it again.

the drive back took 10 fucking hours. i was delirious by the time we got home and passed out watching the beginnings of shark week and drinking a summer.

the house:
the house is coming along. all of us are going bonkers in the trailer and can't wait to get out of this ish. i sleep on the couch because the top bunk is too hot. the construction guys are working their balls off to get it all done over there...which rules. it looks totally different. there's a guy who does brick laying that has promised to teach me how to do it. i'll take volunteers for paint work, moving furniture, landscaping help, and odd jobs of any kind =] thank the sweet lord for ikea.

lolls, if you're ever feeling bummed, just remember when mc chris dedicated a song to "the well-behaved blond girl". the best part is, that blond girl is you. sometimes it's good to not be a half-nekked slobbery drunk whore =]

there was something else, but it just isn't coming to me.......fooey.

so,
number one: it's too god damn cold.

number two: whenever i can't sleep i watch finding nemo. i like it and don't care if anyone makes fun of me for liking it. i remember seeing in the theatre. the intro pretty much made me choke up. one minute coral is a happy little fish and KABLAM she's some barracuda's appetizer along with almost all of her progeny except her little retarded nemo. i like bruce. i like how his jaw goes nuts when he laughs. i may be the only person older than five who literally laughs when the little scamp swims to the butt and gives it a whack. i may also be the only person older than said age who will admit to this silliness in a livejournal. but consider this before you delete me from your next party invite list, i also like watching people kick the shit out of each other, body shots, and porn.

i can't wait to go into boston this weekend and see bethany and erin and all that old crew. they are a fucking hoot. word.

i wish that i had taken up some kind of musical instrument when i was younger. i think i would've been good at it...and, more importantly, would've loved it. i could do open mic nights..........................ick

every person should see jenny lewis and the watson twins live. they are amazing not only because they make catchy music, but because they can actually play music/perform well. they aren't just fucking around up there and that's why they deserve respect. plus, who doesn't love a little twang? anyway, they were all adorable. particularly when the gals make a costume change into the vegas outfits (sequins can jazz up any show). love.

don't ask what i'm doing on here again. i should be getting ready to go dancing for the night =] it's friday the 13th...the faggots are going to just go ga ga over that.


<3

if i could choose to be good at something i would want to be an inventor/scientist. i was reading about the first person, a french dood, to ever fly in a hot air balloon and i was inspired. he also had a poodle named "rebel" who apparently took that flight with him. i'd like to be really talented at something useful. then i thought to myself, "lolls, there's really not much left to invent." i know i'm right. we already live too long and indulge ourselves too much as it is...what could be created that people would actually need? like the guy who invented toilets. good idea. a necessity in my opinion. the guy who invented rubbers. smarty pants. shoes and most definitely socks. q-tips. etc. it's a little overwhelming, the stuff we don't need but kind of do. like, where to draw the line of necessity? survival or more than that? nah mean? i decided i wouldn't want to be responsible for complicating someone's life anymore than it already is by designing something silly that would end up in the "as seen on tv store". don't get me wrong, i adore that store and all the associated infomercials. there was an article that i recently had a big conversation about that described how scientists are able to take a few animal cells and actually generate meat from those cells. that's weird. there are also people who are developing ears and noses for cosmetic purposes on the backs of hairless rats. that is gross and nuts...but amazing. in conclusion, i would want to be an inventor a hundred yeas ago.

a kid brought in a gi-normous spider to school and it's making me nuts to see it just sitting there. it's plotting.
i just got the chills.

smooch.

i ordered a pair of pants online and the sizes were all listed in european stuff...which means i didn't know how to approach this particular situation. they had a size 32. my hips measure 32 around so i figured, ever so logically it seemed, that i would fit snuggly into a size 32. this was silly. i can actually fit myself, ryan, and my purple heart pillow into this waste of shipping charges all in one shot. moral of the story: boys don't have to deal with these kinds of things and ain't fair.

i don't know how i've made it through the past week with as little sleep as i've had. working and then spending crazy nights out has been awesome, but i know i won't survive if i don't start taking naps. i have no time for naps. anyway! dick dale was such an effing good time. i couldn't believe how long he played and his headband just knocks him to the top of the badass old people chart, in my opinion. i had the goofiest happiest grin on my face the entire time. i was glad that pack was stuck with the same silly unstoppable smile so that i didn't look as retarded. sometimes i wish we lived closer to the city so that the drive home wouldn't be so long...but i'd still hate the cold.

vandal turned 23 and it was a worthy celebration i do declare. that girl can get a shot out of anyone...even old straight women. my face hurt from laughing when we got home at god knows what hour. thankfully, there were no injuries that night. my birthday will prolly be a different story (we have to top the stupidity of last year). we've recruited dorrie as a weekend warrior because she's fun and gets hit on by men with shaved heads. among other characters of the night was a rotund gee playing at the foosball table who told me i was beautiful. he looked like he could just roll around and not need legs. not a bad way to be i guess.

school is over uber soon and that's cool (i'll miss it). i want to go to the beach and not work as much. i want to go to pack's baseball games and see his band. i want to grill stuff...or drink beer while i watch andrea v. grill stuff. i want some watermelon sherbert. i want to see chris before he runs away to cali. i want to see eric and his diploma. i want to drink sangria with katie and stay out too late. i want annie and ben to return from the dead. i want to see mc in two weeks (woo). i want to go to dubwars in new york. i want to go to the fnx flagday party in new york and hang out with steve theo and kathleen. i'd like figure out the purpose of flagday. i want to see abram and his apartment. i'll have to drive there though...lush. i hope to finish the book i'm reading at some point and not fall asleep after two words. i want to learn to surf...i have someone in mind to teach me. there's a lot. that's not even close to the list i have in my notebook of things and plans and stuff to do. i think sherbert might be one of the first things. i hope to god it is because i lah dat shit. time to hit the stand. word.

i was trying to check out my transcript online and it said this on the audit thing: "Student Information effective from 2001 FALL to The End of Time". bsc is way too dramatic for my liking. it feels like those loans are going to have me in their evil grasp for that long. BASTARDS.

the paradise event the other night was soooo good. vandal got vodka poured into her face from the stage and almost drown in it. they had the most excellent visuals set up for it. i received a mysterious free beer. the bartender said, you're all set and i just got confused. i wondered...why? then, did i already pay? am i drunk? i just looked around and walked away and felt stupid. i fell asleep in the backseat on the way home. as i put my little head down on the seat i thought about the ride up and how much shit/broken glass/weed/who knows what was embedded into eddie's backseat...i only thought for a minute before i zonked out.

my motherofsixkids/friend at work quit this past week and it's a bummer because now i have to do everything she used to due to the fact that i'm the only one who knows anything about the place and/or is not retarded. i'm the only florist, but i like that. i like it because i get mad when other people think they're good at it and they aren't. i'm not saving lives or anything, but don't tread on my turf buttsluts.

what else, what else...

high fidelity is really good. i like hearing rob do his top five things about laura...it shuts me up every time. i have dearest drew stuck in my head and i like it because it uses bowling terms. i'm going to see the gym class heroes tomorrow and possibly get some baklava. there's a wedding this weekend where there will be a large bouncy thing...you know those things. i think it's a spider man one, too, which just knocks my socks right off. i get to see packy's band play at some point, and more importantly, get to see packy (what a shame he won't set foot in my gournal to see how good that was). i'm positively sick to death of the rain, but i have finally put away my electric blanket. i'm in the process of getting rid of a lot of stuff that i don't need. i've found out that i'm not particularly attached to material things, regardless of the association to any person. for a little while i was feeling lost and i was letting it suffocate me, but i think i've got it under control...that means i'm super duper fun to hang out with again =] i went balls out and danced at the competition and i was really proud of myself for doing so. i didn't dance that well due to hang over and ill preparation, but i know that i love it and that's enough for me. packy said i made funny faces from the stage again and i told him to shut it. my friend at work went whitewater rafting and i'm jealous. i'd like to get away for a bit. for a lot bit. there are some people i miss and i hope i'll be seeing them soon.

what in the blazes am i doing awake. i'm absolutely exhausted.

dream: there are these two little pug dogs that i own and they are married and in love. the boy is black and the lady is spotty. the doggy dood recieves a message from god telling him to kill his wife dog. the boy dog and i walk into my apartment and the he flips out and is suspended in air biting the neck of wifey. i get them apart and put the lady doggie into a cage that is inside another, larger cage. the boy dog tries to light it on fire, but it doesn't work. i end up at some kind of huge award ceremony thing wearing a teensie black nightie, but i don't seem to care. i don't care until there's this girl that i used to know who keeps trying to get under that little dress of mine as we're walking. i was mad because people were seeing my butt. i finally get to my seat and i can't see anything but a screen because there's a huge wall. this dressy occasion ends up being a baseball game and all i can remember is that there's a lot of green. i can only see the left corner of the field and i'm bummed. i move and end up going on this big hill with a bunch of people who are watching. no one seems to notice that we're there, so i stay and watch. apparently, i'm not all that worried about the pups anymore. it felt like a really long dream, but it didn't really take all that much typing space to write out. *shrugs*

thinking about those two little dogs made me want to get married...hopefully i'll be able to avoid some wacko who believes in god. i'm going to buy a new bed and get a haircut on my day off this week, whenever that is. i also might ask ken to give me less hours because if i work as much as i have been i might explode. that fatty can handle it.
*snores*
back to work.

supplies! i have the day off! i might try to go shopping, but if i don't have a buddy, the mall just makes me sweat. when i do have a buddy, i get too silly and won't try things on. god damn.

red sox game last week. super fun even though they lost. i wanted to take one of the little bike things to the middle east, but we just took the bus instead. the show was stupid and hippie. we had a beer and took off. i got mad at boston because i was drunk and hating the fact that everyone there looks better than i do. i also didn't really feel like being pleasant to anyone. i just wanted to get laid.

the sounds made me so fucking giddy. seeing kait and colleen there only made the night better. rally and i danced like fools and yelled every word. every few minutes i leaned over to her and said "i'm so happy!" hahaha...i couldn't get the smile off my face. it was a little ridiculous. morningwood girl should've worn a more supportive brassiere and should not bring a fat chick up on stage to m.o. thumbs down to them that night. stopping by to watch chris (whom we have dubbed the caped king ratfink) in action was sweet too. kudos chris. punch as many belligerent drunks as you want.

sue turned 60.
erin is engaged.
funeral on wednesday.
it seems like someone is going to tell me that they've got a bun in the oven.

vandal and i saw "thank you for smoking" the other night at the avon. it was pretty funny. i'd recommend it.

i wish i had a better memory (i.e. a period of more than just two to three days). tabby is trying to eat a silk flower, i've gotta stop the silliness.

OH YEA! ikea. go there if you need furniture or food. or if you want to get lost for a couple of hours and drool over the possibility of 59cent hot dogs. outofthisworld.



Brooke V Vandal: i wish i was like you, you seem to handle relationships well
diditforthe toys: HAHAHA
diditforthe toys: i'll teach you to be a cold hearted slut
Brooke V Vandal: oh good