“Everything falls apart & then I get to try to put it back together.”

I’m allergic to my favorite lip gloss. My cousin isn’t coming tonight like she was supposed to. I don’t have any money to spend at the Riverfront. I got really ticked off at work today. I’ve gained ten pounds. I have to work at the Nat again tomorrow. I came home from work today & bawled for an hour for no damn reason other than I haven’t done it in awhile.

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And in case I wasn’t in an atrocious mood already, Kevin can’t go to the concert & there’s no way I’m going stag with three happy couples, including one that I just got into a massive, disgusting, painful argument with.

So who wants to be my date? I have a free ticket… me & you & Copeland, let’s make it a date… because seriously, I cried about this, not even joking. I want to go SO goddamn bad. Copeland & Denison Witmer is a total dream show...

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I guess some days are like that. Even in Australia…

Oh. Australia…

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“I wanna go out tonight.” –Rent-

All dressed up with no place to go… I bailed on some plans because my fam was supposed to be in town & then they didn't. Leave it to me to get all cute & then have my friends not call me back til midnight. It’s not like I wanted to celebrate surviving summer intersession classes or anything. Whatever.

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I found $15 today and then I had to give it to my mom to pay my em-effing cellular telephone bill. Figures, right?

Tell me why I sweat like a freaking forty-year old fat man at work? Also, why some European guy thought it was okay to wear a Speedo to the Family Aquatic Center? Or why some other guy reamed me out because he couldn’t use the cash register computer to check tomorrow’s weather forecast?

Whatever, I’m in a bad mood now. I look all freaking hott & I have not a damn thing to do. My OU friends are celebrating Stady’s 21^st & my CF friends are celebrating Irish awesomeness & I am celebrating the harsh glare of my computer screen.

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Sigh. Ain’t life grand?

“I know I’m a mess right now, don’t give up (believe).” –Armor for Sleep-

Kevin got us tix to see Copeland on Sunday & my fabulous best friend Marisa is subbing for me, even though she wanted to go to a concert of her own… I love you, Moosey. I’ll make it up to you. Anyways, this concert is gonna be off the heeezy. Or something.

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It’s sort of ironic when you see a truck with the bumper sticker, “Hang up & drive,” and then you notice that its driver is chatting on his celly, you effing hypocrite.

Irish Fest this weekend & guess who maybe can’t go? Ohhh, that’d be ME. I’m housesitting/babysitting for the kids down the street while their parents take a breather in Cleveland. Whatever, they’re paying me for it & that’s cash I desperately need since the FAC forgot to give me a raise this paycheck.

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The other night Kevin & I went on a VC just to drive & chat & “feel infinite,” all Perks of Being a Wallflower-style, & we saw the most stunning thing ever. A big, open field flickering with fireflies all twinkling in tandem with the night sky, like thousands of diamonds floating in space. I like to call it Nature’s Disco Ball. Seriously, it was maybe the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen, and it made me feel beautiful about life.

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My Physics exam today prooobably raped me, but at least I’m done, right? I have one more tomorrow in MassCom & I’m going to celebrate afterwards by running down the streets of Kent buck naked. Or, you know, going to work.

Umm, also, my Physics buddy Justin P. passed me this index card note in class before the exam & it made me smile. Also, this pic is supposed to be of me being sassy but apparently I don't do sass so much as I do disdain. Whatev.

"I've got big, big plans & they've got to mean something more." -The Starting Line-

A shameless ploy to get comments & interaction with my Xanga pals? Sure, but whatever. You know you're gonna do it anyway, losers.

01. Reply with your name and I will write something I like about you.
02. I will then tell what song/movie/icon reminds me of you.
03. If I were to apply an o'clock to you, I'll tell you what it would be.
04. I will try to name a single word that best describes you.
05. I'll tell you the most memorable moment I've had with you.
06. I will tell you what animal you remind me of.
07. I'll then tell you something that I've always wondered about you.
08. Put this in your journal.

Sorry I've been so absent lately. I have a lot to say & a lot of fun stories to tell, but no time in which to tell them.

My classes end on Friday, the same day that the summer season of the FAC opens. I can't wait. School's almost out for summer!

Can someone please tell me why this song includes the line, "I'm gonna tear your ass up like we just got married." Yeahhh, WTF?

"Faded pictures in my scrapbook- just thought I'd take one more look." -Smoky Joe's Cafe-

Pretend like my head doesn't look gargantuan in this picture. This is me & Kevin. Are you satisfied, Miss Megan Elizabeth Neff?

Me & my girlz @ Scotty's Red Lob party on Friday. Being non-Lobbers (sans Lisa), we felt a little bit out of place but got a sweet pic out of it...

Sarah, Lisa & Marisa goofin' off at Sam & Gillig's shindig before the random drunk girl started vomming all over the place.

Who's your mama? The three head Kitchen Bitches (me, Michelle & Marisa) gettin' our drink on at Fat Tuesday's. Notice my Red bull...

“Tonight let’s celebrate it- love or hate it, it’s ours.” –Gratitude-

Ummm, right now it’s morning like whoa. The birdies will chirp here in a few…

Tonight was my first-ever clubbing experience. I was the DD, so I couldn’t drink = instead, I loaded up on Red Bull & Coke. If you can’t buzz on alcohol, buzz on caffeine, eh? My crew got schwasted, like when on the ride home Marisa said, “Someone’s getting their pomach stumped,” and I lossssst it.

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My favorite part of the night was groovin' on the mock bar with Marisa & Michelle when I started dancing in synch with the two-stepping thirtysomething doin’ his thang in front of us.

Also, the Riverfront is maybe my favorite place ever & certainly the best part of the river city. We went to ROTR last night & laughed at the mulleted crazies & the twins with disgusting hair & a four-year old complimented me on my purse.

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Copeland, Denison Witmer & Rainer Maria next Sunday at the Odeon for $12, who’s in? Clare, Erin, Sean, Adam? Come onnn, what a sweet deal!

It feels so good to be normal right now. I’m happy, and healthy, and not broke (yet). I have good grades, good friends, a good boyfriend, and even a good ex-boyfriend, of whom I’m extremely glad to be on good terms with again. I love my job & my city & my new school and, well… life.

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                   *PS, subtract the baby from my equation... And the lesbianism.

Good morning, America.

“A dream with no color? Well, why even bother?” –Gratitude-

Remember that one time when I was supposed to be studying for two exams but instead I updated my Xanga? Ohhhh, yes, that one time.

It looks like my mom & I are the only ones who think Kevin bears any resemblance to the original rebel without a cause but whatever- just because he doesn’t look like James Dean doesn’t mean he’s not really, really, ridiculously good-looking.

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I smell like Angel Food Cake from Bath & Bodyworks. It smells amazing. I’m turning myself on or something. Haha. Sike. It doesn’t smell THAT good but it really is nice.

I need to stop eating breakfast food from fast food joints, i.e. crossan’wiches from the BK Lounge & McGriddles from Mickey D’s. Seriously, I’m going to turn into, like, that lady whose fat grew into her couch fabric & they had to cut her out of her house.

Brandon is home! That’s right, Mr. Baseball Superstar himself is gracing us with his presence in CF again. I gotta find a way to circumvent studying for MassCom so that I can go bowling tonight…

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 "goldielocks384: i want to look cute, because i always do, but i don't want to look willing." Ohhh, har-dee-har-har. Marisa makes me laugh. I love having such cocky friends. XOXO, lovah.

Apologies for shitty entries. I suck at life these days. Have I mentioned that I hate classes?

“She’s a rebel, she’s a saint, she’s the salt of the earth & she’s dangerous.” –Green Day-

I drove past a house today with signs on every side of it that read “NOT FOR SALE AT ANY PRICE.” It reminded me of that commercial where the people barge into someone’s house & they’re like, “We’ll take it,” even though it’s not for sale. WTF? Do house-hunters really haggle with these people for their not-for-sale house often enough to warrant signage?

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                            *Google says that this house is not for sale, either.

Sweet New CD’s In My Possession (That Are Now My Newest Obsessions):

·   Armor for Sleep’s “What To Do When You Are Dead”

·   Beck’s “Guero”

·   The Faint’s “Wet From Birth” & “Danse Macabre”

·   Brendan Benson’s “Lapalco”

·   Son, Ambulance’s & Bright Eyes’ “Oh Holy Fools”

·   The Dears’ “No Cities Left”

·   The White Stripes’ “White Blood Cells”

Apparently my... boyfriend (?) looks like James Dean. How cool is that? Also, apparently a bundle of girls in the class of ’05 think he’z OMG, lyke, sOoOo hAWt & they wanna hang out with him. Sooo I guess I get to be cool by association because hahaaaaa.

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Sometimes all it takes for me to know that I did the right thing by transferring is to look at my former roommate’s pictures & remember what it felt like to be abandoned by people I thought were my friends & feel the misery of OU all over again. Kent is home now.

This weather makes me happy, especially when I drive down 59 with my windows down belting out The Format. It better still be sunny this weekend or I’m going to dropkick Mother Nature. I dunno where to, but I’ll figure it out or something.

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