“She’s more beautiful at night, when all of her stars are out.” –Brandtson-

 

Spent the day at the ghetto-fab Dover Lake Waterpark with the boys- Rob got an enema, Ryan got punched in the face & Kevin got sunburned. And me? I got freckles! Also, I almost got the gross-out of my life when the wave pool nearly knocked me into a man wearing his summer sweater, if y'know what I mean:

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The Fantastic 4 made me really sad for The Thing. Poor guy- he got the crappy super-power AND the insulting nickname. All he was trying to do was help his best friend! If I had a super-power, I’d want to be invisible… but be able to control it better than Jessica Alba could.

It would suck to be drunk if you were blind because, I mean, you’d stumble normally when walking… and intoxication couldn’t possibly better your situation. But at least you’d never get double-vision or beer goggles…

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And I can't forget to wish a very Happy 21^st Birthday to my very best friend in the entire world, Miss Christina Zach! I miss you, Psychic Sis- hurry home!

 

 Also, I'm posting this picture just because we are so fucking cute that I can't even stand it. Being this happy is absolutely foreign to me & even though it's terrifying, I love it.

“She stares in holy trance & she really likes to fly.” –Ben Kweller-

 

I accidentally jabbed myself with a friggin’ fork. Yeah, I forked myself in the wrist trying to open a bag of hotdogs. Accident prone much? FannnnTASTIC.

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Maria thinks I got skinny. I think Maria got blind.

 

I finally broke my piggy bank last night & not only did I get shards of glass all mixed in with my moola, I also only totaled $66, which isn’t enough for a guitar OR a new digital camera. What a freakin’ bummer.

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Kev had a party on Saturday. I befriended some awesome senior girls who I want to be friends with even if they make me feel like a geezer, & I wrestled with both Kyle & Ben for no apparent reason. I slept erratically & had sex dreams about inappropriate non-boyfriend people, & I woke up hungover but made it to work in time.

 

Ummm, don’t worry, the cloud in my eye is gone. God bless the optometrist.

 

Last night I made an IHOP run with some of the gang- how wonderful are extra-crispy hash browns at 2 a.m.? And speaking of crispy potatoes, I smell like French fries, so I’m outtttt to get so fresh & so clean.

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WARNING: Bush-lovers, read no more. I don't want criticism for this. It's my site & I'll complain accordingly. Thank you kindly.

I've been reading up on the recent G-8 summit & while I think it's wonderful that these leaders came to some of the agreements they did, it only furthered my disgust for our own "leader", the wonderful George W. Bush. Did you know that Bush was the only summit leader to reject the Kyoto Agreement that attempts to limit global warming, saying that it would "wreck the US economy"? That's funny, since our economy is sort of already wrecked. Or did you know that when it comes to aiding African poverty, the US is giving the smallest percentage of national income of all G-8 nations?

I can't believe this guy got voted in not once but twice. His logic is disgusting- his actions are deplorable. And heck, that doesn't even cover his grammar... He makes me want to vomit, basically. UGH. I'm just raging right now.

“Lately I do what I please & I don’t much care who disagrees.” –Brendan Benson-

 

Drama WHAT at work. Seriously, it sucks. It’s nice to be able to work with my best friend, though- we got each other’s backs & shiz like that. Or, you know, something.

 

Kevin says I have to dress “punk rock” tonight because he is & he doesn’t wanna just be a freak. Whatevvvver. I don’t even DO punk rock. One time a guy at Hot Topic called me a poser, even- I set the stuff I was gonna buy on the counter & walked out & haven’t shopped there since. HA.

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Download some Brendan Benson or be really cool & actually buy the CD. If you do that, you’ll be even cooler than me. I download, duh. Also, Brendan B. reminds me of the Beatles, oddly enough.

 

So… my contacts are all jacked & apparently that makes me blind in my right eye. Like, I feel like God threw a cloud in my face, and it makes it totally hard to function.

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If there was a movie about your life, who would you choose to play you? I think I choose Natalie Portman due to my hetero-crush on her & my own cockiness. But she’d have to gain some weight. Other than that, she’d be a superb me.

 

Eatza Pizza & bowling tonight. Are you in or are you in?

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….You’re in? Okay, that’s what I thought.

“What would an angel say? The devil wants to know.” –Fiona Apple-

 

Rocky Horror sure was insanity. I’ve never been so confused in my life, but I looked like an 80’s rockstar so it was alright, & Brian wore a camisole & garters. You know you’ve had a crazy night when you wake up with piles of rice on your pillow & even more stuck in your hair.

 

The 4^th of July (a.k.a. my favorite holiday, all memories aside) was phenomenal. I went over to Brian’s & hung with some FAC people (also Kevin & Sean), where we drank & participated in some chicanery, including a game of strip flipcup. I left early (& fully clothed) but apparently the night held lots of nakedness for those who stuck around. Also, someone besides us Kitchen Bitches prepared weiners & there was a big brawl that resulted in a hospital run for Vart.

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I’m wondering when Social Studies class turned into History class. Like, after 8^th grade? And why? And what classifies as “social studies,” anyway? Shouldn’t that be a Soc/Psych class or something?

 

Today was the best day off ever- I spent the whole thing with Kevin doing various things including a viewing of Mr. & Mrs. Smith & a trip up to Quaker with some fun kids. I feel like I hadn’t relaxed in forever- it felt great to lounge around all day with the boytoy.

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On a serious note, it’s sad when “friends” find something better to do that involves no longer being there for their real friends. It’s sad when partying comes first & bonding comes last, when fun takes priority over real friendship. That said, I’m over it if you are… and clearly you are.

 

I’m looking forward to:

·         Pizza Hut tomorrow with my fave FAC’ers to visit Miss Kristin

·         Getting my hair cut & colored & no longer looking like a shaggy dog

·         Getting my tattoo fixed/added to tomorrow

·         Kev’s party on Saturday night (wanna come? just ask!)

·         Toni’s fiesta on Sunday afternoon

·         The 4400 with Annie on Sunday night

·         Vartapalooza next week (I FAC parties)

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Here you can be anything-

Anything that scares you-

I think that scares you

I've been here before but

Only by myself

What giving up gets you

And where giving up takes you

I’ve had & I’ve been

Here in center frame

Here there’s only air

And just enough space to fit

I said, said, said it out loud over & over

I said, said, said it out loud but what do I know?

I said, said, said it out loud but it did not help.

I’ll stop now.

Just so I can hear you,

I’ll wait as long as it takes

As long as it takes

I promised I’d see it again...

(I promised I’d see this with you now)

Some days I can’t believe this is real & not some horrendous nightmare that my overly active imagination has concocted to fool with my fragile emotions.

 

The Fourth of July will always remind me of you. How could it not?

 

This holiday marks three years since our reuniting, before I ruined us again. This holiday marks the best night of my life, still- the most magical I have ever felt. To be the luckiest girl in the world with the most beautiful boyfriend; to be given a second chance; to be happy, if not only until the next time something inevitably dramatic came along to separate us.

 

And I will never just watch the fireworks with you again. Can you possibly know how much that hurts to think about? Baby, I hope that tonight the view from heaven is a brilliant one- just watch them. I’ll be watching, too- watching, waiting, wishing. I love you.