“Feelin’ like I’m headed for a breakdown & I don’t know why.” –Matchbox Twenty-

 

Luckily no one believes lying assholes, & so people came to my party regardless of the rumors. Marisa karaoked to “Let’s Hear It For The Boy,” Matt cut his hair into a bonafide mullet, Lisa & Michelle both hooked up with two of my guy friends, Christina came (!!!!), I accidentally flirted with Danielle’s boyfriend (I’m sorry!!! ) & everyone looked über-hot in their neon clothing. I have pictures up, of course.

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                                       *Kitchen Bitchezzzzzzz!!!

 

There was a small electrical fire at work today because the ice machine started sparking. And does anyone else find it ironic that the ICE machine caught FIRE? Yes. I do.

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Everyone I knew who went to Kent transferred (Lisa) or might take a semester off (Emily) or graduated (B-Jarz) or isn’t someone I’d end up hanging out with anyway (everyone else) & so I’m basically wigging out because ummm, I don’t know A) anyone, B) where I’m going, C) what I’m doing, and D) how things work at KSU. Eff this transferring-as-a-senior thing. I was clearly on crack when I did that.

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                                       *this kid does not look super-convincing

 

And tomorrow at 5:00 a.m. I awaken to drive 6 hours through the boondocks of Pennsylvania (peace, love & Penna Pike, anyone?) to go to my favorite place in the whole wide world, Bear Hollow. Yes, my favorite place in the whole wide world is a cabin in the hollow of a mountain in the middle of a forest in the center of nowhere. Annnnd I can’t wait. See ya Friday, bitches.

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“We gonna rock down to electric avenue & then we’ll take it higher.” –Eddy Grant-

 

What a wonderful birthday. On Thursday night my friends took me out to Rose’s Run & the Saddle Ranch. I had a billion shots that I chased with beers, & I rode the mechanical bull three times. I puked in Marisa’s car & passed out in my driveway but I woke up practically hangover-free & with my memory intact, for the most part!

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Yesterday I got a billion phone calls from the most amazing friends… really, I am so blessed to have such great people in my life. Two ex-boyfriends left me birthday messages, even! You know you’ve got good taste in guys when the exes still call to say “Happy 21^st”. Also, two of my old Clovers called- the ex-roomie Kiko & my oldest OU friend, Stadycat. I love those girls- after everything, I still came out of it with a few good ones left.

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And today I woke up with a massive can’t-breathe, can’t-talk, can’t-even-blow-my-nose sinus infection. I left work after only a half hour to come home & sleep for four hours. My mom got me an antibiotic & the party’s still on… I just may not be singin’ real loud.

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It’s my party- cry? Why the hell would I want to?!

 

EDIT: Apparently no one is coming to my birthday party... a bunch of guards have a competition tomorrow; some people are out of town or doing "better" things; & some asshole decided to tell everyone that the party's cancelled!!! If you're still interested, the party's still on... but it doesn't look like many people are interested anymore. Wow... this sucks.

Domo arigato, Mr. RoBoTo.

 

Ummm…. You do know what tonight is… don’t you?

 

I finally have a horizontal license. And isn’t it about time, really?

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Rose’s Run patio party, Saddle Ranch, Fat Tuesday’s, hangover.

 

All the prettiest girls are with me tonight. And tomorrow. And the next night….

 

 

T h a t ' s  h o w  

w e  r o l l !

“I fall too hard, I feel too much” -Jan Arden-

 

My best friend is FINALLY home & I haven't even seen her yet. I suck at life, seriously.

 

My mom had a nightmare that there was a bloody mass murder at my birthday party- now she’s freaking out & subsequently freaking me out. Thanks, Mom.

 

21 Marines from Northeast Ohio have died in Iraq within the past 48 hours. I cried when I watched the news today- such senseless deaths, such ridiculously greedy reasons for going to war. I cried & mourned the deaths of local men whom I have no personal ties to & then my grief was replaced by anger. I hate this President- I can only pray that in three years, Americans will be wiser. It’s a tragedy that it’s taking so many painful deaths to get to that point.

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It’s that time of the summer when lethargy begins to set in- when you’re sort of sick of muggy days & late nights & never having a set schedule. When stores put out their fall clothes & you begin to fantasize about wearing corduroy jackets & dark-wash denim & walking to class amidst falling leaves & other such preposterously uninteresting things. I’m ready for this Kent thing… I just want it to get underway!

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I’m also beginning to miss OU- wondering how I could transfer & leave everything I knew… and then I read old “friends’” sites & I remember what it felt like to be left out & alone in a crowd & to feel out of place amongst my own sisters… I remember how it felt to live with girls who could drop me like that... and I remember that I am finally where I wanted so badly so be for the past three years… and that's when it becomes easier not to miss OU.

 

A lot on my mind… maybe it’s that time of year. Maybe it’s the turning-21-&-feeling-like-an-adult thing. Maybe it’s just my overly analytical mind. Whatever the hell it is, it can go away any time now…

“2 a.m. & she calls me cuz I’m still awake…” –Anna Nalick-

 

Updating again so soon? Why, yes, friends, I sure am. it's late, I'm lame, annnd GO.

 

This is what I want for my birthday (abridged version):

·         A massage for my 80-year-old-woman back

·         Black low-top Chuck Taylors, size 8 ½

·         eBay gift certificates to feed my online addiction

·         World peace, duh

·         Gaudy plastic jewelry

·         Movies like “Mean Girls” & “Anchorman”

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

·         A date with Jude Law

·         Guitar books so I can leeeearn

·         Subscription to Cosmopolitan

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And to bribe you to buy me these things, I’m going to entice you with fun pictures of my fabulous lifestyle.

 

 

C-Pow, Kubus, Ryan, Kev & BJ gettin' sleepy @ IHOP

 

I don't even know this kid! But he sure is cute....

 

It's a bird, it's a plane, it's... us being dumb @ the Aeros game.

 

Blue Steel. That's how we roll.

 

PS, I hate the 80’s group Wang Chung for putting their band name into the chorus of their one & only hit. Conceited bastards.

“It’s just another manic Monday.” -The Bangles-

 

Today = hell. Seriously, August 1^st is probably Satan’s favorite day. By the time I got home from work, I nearly passed out. Instead, I just took a three hour nap, which is basically the same thing.

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                    *i googled "hellish" & i got this

 

Friday was Robert’s birthday “party” which really involved sitting in his living room for a gajillion hours & talking about Roberts Middle School. And then we played some Catchphrase & my team lost every time, & then we went for a Valley Cruise that Robert arranged to be exactly like the VW commercial that I have never seen that is accompanied by a Nick Drake song. And we felt infinite.

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Oh, and I forgot to add that we were almost shotgunned in the head by a hillbilly whose driveway we turned around in twice circa 2 a.m. PS, Microsoft Word gave me a squiggly red underline on “shotgunned” & suggested I correct it to say “shotgun Ned.” Muahaha. That’s what I’m naming the Friday Night Hillbilly.

 

My Eighties Extravaganza is quickly approaching (t-minus 5 days) & alas, this birthday girl has nothing to wear. I know the 80’s was a hideous decade, but everyone else’s hideous clothes somehow are cute & costumey. Mine is just horrendously absurd… so it’s kinda bringin’ down the mood, because who wants to be the hideously absurd birthday girl???

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My “weekend” starts tonight- two days off, sucka! Annnd, I’m off like a prom dress in a cheap motel room.