ITS SNOWING LIKE A BITCH

AND ALL I WANNA DO IS SLED AND SNOW-ANGEL THE SHIT OUT OF IT.

Fuck.

I wish I had friends who lived closer to my house. That would be superb.

Well, anyways. I am at home for winter break. I've seen Lettuce, went out to din din with Jwet and hung out with some other individuals that are too cool to be named. So far, so good. Most importantly, I am employed! Amen, mother fuckaz! I will not be broke for this break. Awesome. Well kind of. Shifts are long and...shitty, but thats the price you pay for $$$$$$$$$$. Tehe, that was a good one.

Okay. Time to watch Juno. With my mom. (Awwwww).







(I'm going to miss you. Especially on Mondays)

Well, hello! And welcome to my home!

So, yeah. Long time no see.

As much as I hate to disappoint I will make this short and sassy:

Thanksgiving break:
Started off as "YayhomeIlovehomeyay!" Ended with "Getmethefuckoutofhere". Enough said. It was nice seeing people though. And when I say people I don't mean exclusive friends. I mean, just people in general. Populations. Civilization and human beings older than 25.

Week after Thanksgiving break:
This week went by so incredibly fast I don't even know what to write about it. Seriously It felt like the week went by in a day. I'm not complaining but you know... Saturday was fun. Told myself I was not going to go out and instead stay in and study...definitely didn't happen. Definitely did wake up Sunday morning hung over and proceeded to study that way. EFFECTIVE LEARNING TO THE MAX. Try it sometime.

Today:
FUCKING PHENOMENAL.

Yup, yup.

I'm done with exams Weds (kind of...I choose to believe my Saturday exam doesn't count) so...demolition to the brain the rest of the week (or at least I hope so)!

Peace out mothaaaa fuccckaaaaas.

In the meantime suck on..uh..these:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cIwTYL1fwJk&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qgmtD_JYmic

So I lied...

I didn't post when I said I was going to. Sincere apologies.

Like I said in my last post not too much has been going on in my life hence why the lack of posts but thankfully this weekend was a little more eventful (most of which I shall be vague about because...I know you love vagueness).

My weekend told vaguely and in simple terms:

Friday:
Free move at the SU - "Amelie". Good movie. Her chase was my chase. Hers ended and so did mine. Because of this I am glad, sad, passionate, and anxious but overall happy. There is so much more I could say about this but it is probably not for your ears or your eyes rather.

Saturday:
$10 concert at the Jorgenson - Lupe Fiasco. Good artist. Awesome concert. And this time I remembered it! Yay! Played some new and old songs. I danced a bit (yes I have awesome dancing skillz). Didn't feel so well afterwards so I dipped out on some invitations to go and "party" and stayed home and watched Freaks and Geeks. So worth it.

Side note: Freaks and Geeks is an amazing show. So simplistic and wholesome its ridiculous. Not at all like my high school experience but some parts are relevant. Either way I recommend it. I also suggest watching it in Cline's basement with Matt Chen but that probably wont happen since you aren't me...so yeah. :P

Sunday (today): Woke up much later than I wanted to and slowly got my ass out of bed. I really didn't want to get up. I wanted to dream about next year and what it may bring us. However, since I had massive amounts of homework to do I hauled myself over to the library and studied...kind of. Chatted with Matt Chen and all was good. Miss that kid.

Now I sit here at this computer thinking how I'm excited for home. Suzzie Dubbs! Love her. And my faja too. Good man. A little strange but good.

That is all for now.

Speak to you soon,

CHEESE

Oh snap, son!

Well, well, well. It has been awhile I can say that much.

Not a whole lot has been going on hence the lack of posts. Other than a mental breakdown-phone call to Suzzie Dubbs (my mother) everything has been going pretty well. As for that mental breakdown - I think I've got it. Or at least for awhile. Go me!

Physically I am exhausted. Work outs are getting harder which is good and I'm getting stronger so I can kick ass and take names mothaaa fuckaaz.

I will report more later (probably tomorrow). Hopefully this weekend will be fun and bring some good results.

It would have been fun...

It is truly strange how when you leave a place you once thought was pure torture it can be deeply and earnestly missed.

I didn't think I would miss too much besides the people but now that I've come here and gone back there...boy do I wish I could go back.

I miss the fun stuff. Being able to go out on a Tuesday and go to the beach after class and cuddling and his face and our potential home. I miss living in never never land.

Life really isn't too much fun here. Isn't life supposed to be fun or just duties and responsibility? Its supposed to be both huh? Well, since I can't manage that I guess I have chosen the latter...

I'm not regretting my decision. Ultimately I know it was for the best. But I just want to know to put my mind at rest...is it better to have mediocre grades from an excellent school or excellent grades from a mediocre school? Anyone?

Is this really what its all about? If so, God help me.

($$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ control me.)

Yours truly,

So this weekend was horrible. Horribly wonderful.

Kind of wish I hadn't gone just so my life would be "easier".

It feels good to be back only because I know what I can do from now on. It is a new year for me. That is good! It means I made it through the last year and I now have another to change and look forward to.

I will report more later about the past weekend, the past year of being 18 (it truly was an epic year), and all other interesting things I feel like sharing. Right now I am at work and need to go shelve some books.

(Sloth me)

The result of sleep deprivation and a stuffy nose

Some people are born good. It is predestined for them to know that life is good and that by spreading the greatness, the happiness, and the wholesomeness of life that it will bring them more success.

It is never hard to point out these people. Their stride is swift, head is held high, and shoulders back. They are relaxed, calm, attentive. They move with ease and grace. Their skin is porcelain and their eyes never fail to show emotion.

They make wholesome jokes and create wholesome laughter.

They do their work with full capacity and apply concentration and focus to whatever is laid in front of them.

They know their priorities. Not much distracts their focused minds and the only thing that ever will completely is the wholesome love for another.

They come from respectable families that know how to teach and give and share and are good people themselves. They can provide great things for their great children. They were never abused nor will they ever abuse.

They know what strength and a good pair of lungs feels like and would never imagine doing anything to hinder both.

They know how to dress in style but not flamboyantly. An aura of class and elegance follows them. They know cleanliness and fresh sheets and crisp clothes. They know how to be taken care of yet they know how to take care of themselves. They are not spoiled.

They take care of others. Provide for the sick. They are comfortable with children and know discipline and are not nervous when asked to play. They make wonderful mothers and wonderful wives.

They do not need a man to make them feel good, complete, and strong. They are their own.

They cannot comprehend the knowledge of sin and evil. They cannot inflict it upon others. They do not know the strength of burning questions, lust, extreme anger or frustration. They do not know the powers their bodies and minds behold. They cannot understand them because they do not know them yet they know they are there. They hear of them, talk of them, eat with them. But they will never use them. They will never use their power.

These are the good, wholesome, respectable, wondrous, beautiful, and satisfied people. And do they know how to live? Yes.

But do they know what life is? No.

Life cannot be good and fulfilling.

Life is redemption. They do not need to be redeemed.

Oh haaaayyy

I like lists.

1. I have on wet socks and it is highly uncomfortable (not to mention that my socks are purple tie-dye and are being worn over wet spandex leggings ...I know you're jealous of my outfit).

2. I rowed in the rain this morning which explains #1.

3. I am really hoping that there will not be repeats of #1 and #2 in the next couple of days.

4. I am exhausted.

5. I am excited!

6. Becuase of #4 and #5 I am moody but not really in a bad sense. Just...moody.

7. I want to read, read, read, eat, shower, cuddle, sleep continuously in that order forever (SNUGGLE-SESH ANYONE?!?!??!!?!?!??!?!?!).


8.

This is probably the worst Halloween costume I have ever seen. (Its a caveman in case you couldn't figure it out - courtesy of cracked.com - good fucking website - check this out - http://www.cracked.com/blog/i-have-brain-cancer-the-cracked-guide-to-porno-no-nos/ - how do you make this so its not the URL? I'm computer retarded. But surrriously. Check it out. ANYWAYS)

9. I'm not going to dress up for Halloween because I...

A. don't have money to buy or make a costume.

B. don't feel like dressing in a costume that covers only 5% of my body.

C. can't think of anything to be that is clever, creative, and cheap that will cover 95% of my body.

10. Any ideas?

Class time!

I'm not a fan(atic).

The Letter.

Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him-
Tell him the page I didn't write;
Tell him I only said the syntax, and left the verb and pronoun out.

Tell him just how the fingers hurried,
Then how they waded, slow, slow, slow;
And then you wished you had eyes in your pages,
So you could see what moved them so.

"Tell him it wasn't a practised writer,
You guessed, from the way the sentence toiled;
You could hear the bodice tug behind you,
As if it held but the might of a child;
You almost pitied it, you, worked it so.
Tell him - No you may quibble there,
For it would split his heart to know it,
And then you and I were silenter.

"Tell him night finished before we finished,
And the old clock kept neighing 'day!'
And you got sleepy and begged to be ended-
What could it hinder so, to say?
Tell him just how she sealed you, cautious,
But if he ask where you are hid
Until to-morrow, - happy letter!
Gesture, coquette, and shake your head.
-Emily Dickinson.

I know you got excited for a moment and thought I wrote that but hah...no. I wish I had the mental juices to come up with something like that.

I adore that poem.

Must get sleep. Practice at 5:15 am!

This made my day...

...so I thought you lovely readers would enjoy it too.

(Courtesy of www.passiveaggressivenotes.com - check it out)

Would you love me if I was down and out?

Now we can have a little drink, you know a night cap. (shout out to A$)

Oh...good - shitty rap.

Alright so I haven't posted in awhile. SORRY.

Me and Michelle are on a mission right now and it consists of:
1. showering (not together you freaks)
2. walking to Sam's
3. getting cigs
4. smoking them
5. making mixed drinks

That sounds like a lovely plan to me.

You know...I've been thinking. Thinking about this whole...life thing, you know. That whole indescribable journey through time, emotions, and physical growth. I've come to the conclusion that I like it and its good. These times will pass. I promise (I hope).

Okay its my turn to shower.

Tune in later.

LATER - I always feel like that should be followed by a "?"

Adios.

Fuck you...

Alright. So I have no right to be angry. Jealous and angry. Horrible combination.

I really hope this is a result of hormones and not me freaking out. Freak out!

843. Traveling alone. Palm trees. Sunshine. Snuggle-sesh and dinners. I'm ready. BRING IT ON.

Today we did a 4K in crew and surprisingly enough I didn't die. Felt like I was going to at some points but I survived. Still amazes me what my body can do even though I treat it horribly (booze and bogies). Bogies. Oh Jesus. Shoot me now.

Even though I am going away next weekend and I know the trip will be mostly amazing (except for when I leave) a part me wishes I could go to the race in Syracuse. I wanna kick ass and take names and row my little heart out. Literally. I have faith in my girls though and I know they will be awesome. I wish I could watch them on T.V.

I'm out of words and interesting facts about my life.

(Be a doll and tell me I'm only freaking out.)

One day I'll fail to breathe, and all you'll have are memories

10 Important Things About What I Did/Discovered This Weekend:

1. My mother is definitely getting old. (62 is getting old)

2. This makes me worried and sad.

3. My Aunt has officially gone nuts.

4. I drove my route! It was amazing.

5. I saw good people. I drank good wine.

6. Samantha Kabot is the best dog ever.

7. Long chats by a fire are always nice.

8. Long chats about the stock market are not always nice but are at least informative.

9. There is no home away from home. HOME = 37 Valley Road

10. I missed you!

Oh
#11. (Not having anything to do with this weekend)
****************: HEY SEXY!!
Never greet someone like this on AIM.

I am ready to get jiggy with it. And when I say jiggy I mean saucy. And when I say saucy I mean with you, of course.

Goodnight!

<3

I love you all.

My thought process

Alright so instead of concentrating in class today I just wrote down what was in my head. And since this is a blog and thats essentially what you do in blogs, I will post my "notes" here. Some of it has been censored for the sake of my own dignity.

Begin Notes:
Chapter 13
Energy from Nuclear Power
Objectives:
-nuclear waste disposal
-controversy over nuclear power
-how it works

#1 - France
79% of electricity is generated by nuclear power
Atoms consist of:
-nucleus surrounded by electrons
-nucleus consists of protons and neutrons
-Atomic mass

I cannot keep up with this man. He is talking too fast and is way too excited about nuclear energy.

I need my phone. I need to text A$ so we can plan for Sauc-a-thon 2009. We should create games.

I don't know why I am overthinking my situation with ***.

*** #1
Pros

1. intriguing

Cons

1. intriguing?

Fuck this.

I'm really not going to do that. You can't pro and con ***. It doesn't and shouldn't work that way. Go with your emotions. Emotions? What the fuck are those?

Sometimes I really wish I had a computer in class even though it would be completely detrimental to my grades. Not that doing this is any better.

Everyone around me is paying attention. Why can't I focus? Why do I not care about focusing? Focus.

F-O-C-U-S.

Radionuclide: A nuclide that exhibits radioactivity.

1. Ra-dion-culides

2. Radion-culides

3. Rad-ioncu-lides

3 Mile Island. Hm. Harrisburg PA? Isn't that where Christy is from?

What fucking time is it?

I wish I could take a nap with you. What was wrong? Talk to me *********** (Astrix's are fun). I do not like you hiding your ways.

I am not looking forward to getting up at 4:40am tomorrow morning. But I will! And it will be great. The dude abides.

Is it worth it?

End Notes

That is all.

Straight up "WTF?"s

Today I woke up extremely tired. And I am now at work.

Do you ever get the feeling that people are looking at you and thinking "Wow what a fucking mess"? Well I definitely feel that way right now. Pretty sure I got some death stares, giggles, and straight up "wtf?"s directed towards me.

Its a beautiful day in the neighborhood.

I should not be blogging right now. I'm so tired. BUT IT WAS WORTH IT. Mos' def.

My sincere apologies for this incoherent post.

Its 6:42 pm. Do you know where your cellular device is?

Cuz I dont!

I lost my phone.

Yeah. Good stuff.

God dammit.

At least I am going home this weekend so I can hopefully get a new one. I am pretty sure that someone took it too because I know I am not that retarded to lose it in the matter of an hour. I was literally on the phone right before I went into Northwest to eat, I put it in my bag, went and ate, got back and it was no longer in my bag. WTF.

I'm done with my rant.

Thanks for.............listening?

Eat it up

I don't even know where to begin. Or even if I should begin. Probably not. So I won't. Vague. So vague. Eat it up.

For once I am ready for the week and for its routine. Routine ain't bad. Keeps my brain in check.

I think I need to have dinner with myself as much as I would like to have it with someone else.

Balls balls balls.

Luckily A$, even when lacking in vocal chords, can cheer me up. SAUCATHON 2009. So pumped for that shit. Unfortunately Matt Chen will not be able to attend. However...fuck that he will attend. I miss this summer and its laziness and lack of focus. It was a beautiful thing.

I think I am going home this coming weekend and I am excited. I miss the parentals. And my dog. Mostly my dog....hah. Today I was getting pretty homesick. I dont know why but I always get homesick on Sundays. Especially when the weather is beautiful. Maybe its because on Sundays I'd always go to Cos Cob school and roam around and take in the lovely Greenwich scenery. I can't wait to do that. I love going home and driving my route around Greenwich. I like to make sure its just the way I remembered and left it. And it always is. So satisfying. Every different place has certain people associated with it and different memories. And memories are good and even better when they are good ones.

Okay I need to go bed. Bed. Sleep. Rest.

AAAAHHHHCCCHHHUUUU

I'm at work and I just sneezed. Three people came out of their offices to see if I was okay. They thought I needed medical attention. Ha.

Fuck there was a kid back in elementary school who had ridiculous sneezes...I forget his name though. If any of you who read this happen to have went to Cos Cob School you will remember him. His sneezes could seriously be heard from classrooms down the hall.

Aw. Cos Cob School. Such memories.

Liberation

I miss AZ so much. I don't know why but I have the need to go there.

FEED ME

My brain cannot retain what it is fed.

But my body can.






I wish I could just talk to you. But not so much anymore.

Um.

So I just woke up about a half hour ago. And decided to clean my room. Well at least my closet. I just got up and started putting away my clothes. And then proceeded to spill water all over myself. Hah.

Why am I up right now? And why is no one else up?! Someone talk to me!

Well, I didn't do much tonight/this morning but I had a lovely time anyway. Had two wonderful conversations with two wonderful people and I bet they wouldn't have happened if I had gone out and gotten completely hammered. Whoop whoop!

My last entry stated that I am happy with the friends I have and tonight definitely helped to reinforce that. I'm grateful.

But anyway! Back to the point of me being awake at 6 am. I arose listening to Blink 182 which I made me laugh only because I heard Mark's silly voice screaming and making some dirty, immature, joke. I didn't know I could wake up so quickly and be so happy doing it. Cool.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Fuck this shit. I just fucking went on an entire rant about marriage because the whole fucking god damn thing has been bothering me lately and somehow, SOME MOTHER FUCKING HOW it just deleted.

And auto save did a "save now" right after I deleted it. So my draft version did not include my fucking god damn fucking shit.

Fuck.

I am starting to think I cannot post anything meaningful on this thing as much as I would like to. Technology just won't let it happen.

Overall idea:

The concept of marriage has been completely ruined because of our inability to recognize that financial and material wealth is not as important as being satisfied and fulfilled with emotionally sharing yourself with another. We have lost our ability to ever be happy with what we have because we have been taught that there is always something better out there for us. We are too selfish to devote our life to the life of another and have the set idea that as an individual we are more important and powerful than when bonded together. Having to scramble for time, sex, and money has ruined us all. I am very afraid that my standpoint on marriage is extremely skewed because of numerous reasons and I am also very concerned that I will never be satisfied. I will always be searching for that 'something better'.

It was so much more in depth than that. I am sorry fellow bloggers I just do not have the energy to type it all out again. If you really want to know, gimme a call.

The sun is coming up. I need to go back to bed.

Good. Bye.

9 am?

Good morning!


Why am I blogging at 9:21AM on a Saturday morning you ask? You may think my night last night was not that eventful but don't be fooled!


Well, actually it wasn't really full of events, but it was overall very fun. Had some girls over from the crew team, drank a little sauce (did a shot of Jim Beam - something I will never do again) talked about life, and it was good times. They are good people. I'm really glad I am part of a team again. I did not realize how much I missed it. Teams are interesting. You all come together because you enjoy doing the same thing but it becomes so much more than that. I would like to say we are becoming a family. And I like that. Because being new in a school that has about hmm...a good...20,000 people in it...having a family is a wonderful thing.

Even though I know people (and when I say people I mean in general, not just in Uconn) I still feel like people don't know ME. And I don't know who to blame for that. ME or THEM. I should most likely blame myself.


But this is of course with the exception of maybe a few others. Like A$. She knows me very well. Speaking of that little rascal. A$ I apologize for not picking up last night! I'm sorry!

I'm starting to think that those select few are all I need. Becuase they are all I have ever wanted. This entry is starting to sound like a horrible N SYNC song. My apologies.



On that note, I think I might venture back into my lovely bed. Its warmth and fuzziness is calling me.



Good night(morning).



Will report more later. I am intrigued.

In the words of Matt Chen...

I have "Epic Fail"-ed.

But this time its not at a beer bong, its at life.

Yaaaay!

Will report later.

My posts are terrifyingly sad. I really am not like this all the time fellow bloggers. I promise!

Fer serious

Well I guess I am off the hook for my WebAssign...assignments. I still cannot log in and I have no clue why. I signed in with my teacher the other day after class and she was able to access my shit and then I try and do it and I get rejected. Right now however, I'm not really complaining. More reading for you! Oh shit. Speaking of that. I do have some reading I can do....

But anways. Hah. I'm liking this thing more and more. If its just cuz its distracting me from work I dunno, but I like it. Its nice exposing myself to the world. No shame peeps. I am curious to see who looks at this but it is probably a better thing that I don't know.

Eavesdropping at its finest right now. I'm in the library and someone poor guy (or girl?) is getting shut down on the phone by this girl.
"Sorry but I think we should just be friends...". BURN. That sucks. I feel for the poor bastard.

So as you can probably tell I am in a much better mood than I was earlier today. Things were not just happening for me and I wasn't taking it lightly...which is stupid. Surprisingly I actually enjoyed my German film class and that made my dreaded three and a half hours go by much more quickly. The movie we watched was not terribly long and actually had a story-line that made complete sense. The Adventures of Munchhausen. Watch it (not the American version).

Oh god. Why did I have to find this website.

http://www.yearbookyourself.com/

Yup.

Getting nothing done tonight.

http://yytaub.images.omniti.com/assets/uploads/yearbook_img/csyuXVV0RhugazPApx3R63UGnXJLToeX.jpg

Fuckin right. Definitely fro-in it out tomorrow.

Okay everyone is doing work around me. Time to go.

The little things

Okay so I just typed out a very long blog and technology fucked me over. I somehow signed out in the middle of it? Bullshit. I'm sure you would have enjoyed it too.

That just kind of put me over the edge. Today has just been one of THOSE days (I seem to have a lot of them). When every little thing that normally doesn't really matter, just goes fucking wrong.

Very frustrated right now. Will write more later.

Peace. Out.

New form of procrastination?...I think so!

Oh hello fellow blogging friends I am back again to ramble some more. This time I am here to procrastinate on my German film homework because I hate that class with a passion and it can suck it.

Aimee just showed me a lovely video from this summer of us lip-syncing to the Sum 41 song Fat Lip. I am so glad I have a friend who can be just as silly as me and not find me weird. GAHBAGINS. (Goatskins? - spell check).

I'm sorry. Inside joke. That was mean. Inside jokes are so cruel when you are on the outside. Sorry!!!

Yes well, today has been completely unproductive just like these past three days have been. I am really not motivated and my head is in party mode. Not really party mode more like...silly mode. Lounge around and nothing mode. Laugh a lot. I'm in the mood for some ab-hurting laughter. Make me laugh.


sporkle711: I CAN'T EVEN FUNCTION

AMEN.

This is hard.

Monday morning...

Im at work.

Enough said.

Although something wonderful just happened. The new receptionist has just shown me how to dial out on the office phones. Don't laugh at me. This shit is like fucking figuring out a time bomb. On Friday I honestly played around with it for a good 20 minutes. Could not figure it out. So I asked her since she was new and it was all fresh in her mind and she told me all these different codes and number arrangements and I honestly wanted to make love to her. Now I don't have to stare at the phone anymore and wonder who the fuck would create something so complicated. THANK YOU REBECCA.

But yeah, I'm quitting this job and its the first time Ive ever quit a job and I kind of feel like a failure. Which is ridiculous because...its a fucking campus job. However I already have another job lined up which is good cuz I DEFINITELY need some cash money. I am proud to say that I will now be working the circulation desk at the good ol' Homer Babbidge Library. Circulating books and hoes. You know. I like the library. I like to read hence why I like the library. Wish I wasn't so damn tired all the time and had time to read leisurely. Balls. I need to read East of Eden again. Put my head on straight.

I had an awful conversation last night with someone very close to me. It was awful but good at the same time. One of those "I'm glad we had this talk" talk. Consisted of tears, awkward silences , rude comments, the whole shebang. (Shebang?). But in the end still no consensus. Still no answer. I need answers. I don't like to play things by ear (I hate that expression). I really don't know what to do. I don't know what is best for me or the other party involved. All I know is something is telling me to go. Walk away before it gets messy because as I have come to realize I am the queen of messiness. Alright I'm not that bad...don't judge. I just have my moments.

Hah. Rebecca came up to me and asked if I would cover for her while she had a smoke. If anyone asks she is in the bathroom. She also told me that if I hated this job that she could get me a job in the library mail room. We are gunna be friends.

Okay I need to go. I need to do my job. Or pretend like I'm doing something.

Its been swell.

Okay so...

Im back.

Im sitting in the Student Union right now grimy as fuck and you know, I dont really care. I am very glad I am not one of those bitches that goes apeshit trying to look nice all the time. Take me as I am suckaz!

Anyway, I really dont know why I am back here. I am reading someones blog but they dont know that I know they have a blog and its woooonderful. Mwahaha. Oh the creepiness of the Internet. Yeah while Im talking about the Internet, fuckin, I gotta hide all my facebook pictures from my crew friends.

"Do not...and I repeat do not, post pictures of you online with alcohol". - Words of NCAA representative.

WELL FUCK. So I might as well not have a facebook. It actually is quite scary that pretty much all of my pictures are alcohol related. Some people have told me that it makes me look like an alcoholic. Which is not true at all. Half the time I curse its name and wonder why I even participate in activities involving it. At the same time I often praise it and love the warmness and good saucy talks it brings. But overall as long as the hate/love balance is kept in check I think its all good. WORD.

Oh, Aimee and I came up with a lovely idea. "Saucy talks with Katie Kabot" - Our new...err saucy...talk show. I really hope you, whoever you may be, knows what sauce and sauciness is when you read this. Or else you will be utterly confused. But yeah, this summer we did something of the like and if you want to take a look as to what these future talk show episodes will be like...see my videos on facebook. Me and A$ at our finest. Shit.

Matt Chen just come online and I am extremely happy to talk to his fine self so I will see you bitches lattaaaaah.

Stay well. I kind of like you. :) Kind of.

Oh hot damn, this is my jam

Sometimes I feel like such a fruit writing in this shit. Thats mean of me to say becuase I know a lot of people that blog and they arent fruits. Fruity?

Overall, this weekend was...good. I think? I hope so. I dunno. Making no sense? DEFINITELY.

I really dont know what Im gunna do. I have many different options and I dont know which ones are the most sensible and which ones are not. But is being sensible really necessary? Like, this is me we're talking about. I dont have much sense and when the fuck have I ever started to care whether I want to make sense or not. Either way its been tearin up my brain and Im not too happy about it. A decision has to be in the near future and I have a feeling I won't like it very much. I dont like letting people go and I also dont like letting people in. Tug of war.

The leaves are turning. Today is nice.

OH SHIT

Its mother fucking Friday. Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees.

I have gone up and down and down and up and up up up today. I've been all over the place. It is crazy what certain days and the weather can do to your brain. CRAZY.

Overall this week has been...interesting? Hm. Will report more later I suppose but right now I am VERY excited to drink some sauce.

Jumbled!

STATISTICS YOU BE BLOWIN UP MY BRAIN.

BLANK

Oh blogging.

I just got that strange twist in my stomach when I look at a map of Greenwich. Such a weird place to think about. I never EVER thought I would get so homesick for a place that has been the location of much turmoil in my life. But I love it. And I think I love it because of all the crazy shit that's gone down. I just wanna drive and smoke a cigarette (bogie?) and play some horrible rap music and be on the way to the house of a friend. Aaaahh the study. I truly do miss Aimee's study. It was like a second home to me through middle school and beyond. I can't even begin to describe the long list of things that happened in that room but I can tell you that all of it was wonderful. Maybe it didn't seem so at the time, for I know that on many occasions I have cried in there, argued on the phone with my mother, possibly even gotten into slight disagreements with Aimee. But looking back now I realize it has been absolutely perfect. You know it's weird. I think as a child and a teenager I spent more time occupying space in others people's homes than in my own. Having people in my space would always make me nervous.




Any who. Obviously this a blog. And most often you will be surprised by the words that will be written here. Most of it will be about my (enter adjective here) life. Other times it will be about the life of others. Maybe even about my environment. And when I say environment I don't mean crazy hippy shit about how I love nature, even though I do love nature. But what I mean is my surroundings. The inanimate objects of my life and how they got there and what they mean to me.

I like pictures. Pictures are good.

Attractive? Not so much.

I wish I could describe what I see in my mind. Mapquest will do. Straight forward.









Tis' all for now.