Some Days, They Last Longer Than Others

I'm happy, hope you're happy too. My new favorite song: Ashes to Ashes by David Bowie. Goddamn you Bill and your good taste in music. (Don't worry, I won't mention that Joshua Kadison incident here) Not that there's anything wrong with it. I just get obsessed with a song and listen to it over and over again until it drives me crazy. I enjoy that week or two though before I move on to another song. I just wish I either had headphones here at school, our walls weren't paper thin or my roommates didn't go to bed at 11:00 pm everyday fucking night. I hate having to listen to music so softly I can barely hear it. Just think Jenn, when you finally get around to sending me Portishead, I could be goddamning you too! I bet you're excited just thinking about that, knowing how much you love that word and all.

Red Sox won again today, fuck yeah bitches. I wish I didn't have night class tomorrow, because I'm going to miss part of Game 4, but at least I'll be home by 9:00 pm. Emily and I want to drink some cheap wine during the game because it's all we can afford, but knowing her she'll back out at the last second. She better not tomorrow, I want to be drunk when the Red Sox win (knock on wood). Last time I drank that wine I got sick off it. But I'm not going to be a moron about it this time. At least I hope not. Maybe it's just another sign I need to stick soley to beer.

Emily told me tonight, that this girl Katie we know (she used to live on our floor freshman year) who lives with Chandler (the guy who took me on a date) and his 2 other guy roommates, was telling her that Chandler really expected something to happen between us after we went on the date. Her exact words were, "Chandler thought it was a real date and he really likes you, so he didn't understand why you started ignoring his calls after you went out." First of all, I took it as a real date too. I knew I didn't like him, but didn't want to just turn him down. I wore a skirt and eveything, sheesh. Second of all, I know he likes me, but he has to know I don't feel the same way about him. Thirdly, I only ignored one of his calls because it was a Sunday and I didn't feel like doing anything. Sundays are my do-nothing-stay-in-pajamas-and-don't-take-a-shower days. And I called him back Tuesday or something to make up some reason I hadn't answered the phone. To top it all off, that date was over Labor Day weekend, which was about two months ago now. When I saw him Saturday, it was his birthday, and he had a keg at his apartment. Emily and I left after 2 hours to go to another party, and he was trashed by the time we left. He said, "You're going to come back right?" while trying to grab the back of my shirt. That kind of threw me off. He's never been touchy-feely with me, and not that that was technically touchy feely, but it was in Chandler standards. I just said, "Uhh, yeah, sure" even though I knew I wasn't. He called me at some point later in the night, but I don't even remember what was said. It was late, I was drunk.

So then Emily tells me that today, and now I'm starting to feel bad. But I didn't lead him on at all, did I? He tried to kiss me twice, but I wouldn't. If I had, that definitly would have been leading him on. So I went out with him, and we've hung out since then, but I just could never "like him" like he likes me. I feel bad for him because he's such a dork, but he really is the nicest guy. He tries really hard, and it's cute, but I can't change the way I feel about him. I had a sorta tiny little crush on him the first few weeks of freshman year (he lived on my floor too, I don't know if I explained that) because we listened to the same music and stuff, but got over that real quick. But yeah, this is my lame attempt at having some drama in my life. A really nice guy likes me, but I just blow him off. I'm a whoreface.

.I'm happy, hope you're happy too

Did I do it right? Should the first letter be capitalized or lowercase? Haha goddamn I'm so funny. At least I have myself to amuse me. This is an early blog. So I might be back for more later. I had a goddamn french vanilla cappacino *sip* earlier because I'm cool, so I'll be up forever. Like normal I guess. Poli Sci test tomorrow, bitches.

Family Time!

I just wrote a post, well about half of it, and my goddamn computer froze and I almost went apeshit. I went out to have a cigarette, and my neighbor Doug was out on his balconey too. We're smoking buddies, it seems like no matter what time I go out there, he's having one at the same time too. We started talking about how we had both gone to Mexico in the past 2 years, and it got me in a good mood. Thanks for brightening my mood Dougie E. Doug!

As I was walking to class today, I noticed for the first time all the leaves on the ground. Fall is officially here, bitches. It made me remember walking home from grammar school everyday and stepping on the dry crunchy leaves. Nothing makes me remember my childhood more than crunching leaves or watching fireworks. I really did have a great childhood. My parents did everything for me, Keri and J.P. to make sure we had a good upbringing. My mom got a job cleaning houses when my brother was about 2 and she still does it now. I used to be embarassed about this, because other mom's had "real" jobs, but then I realized how hard she works and how stupid I was for being ashamed of what she did. My dad is a firefighter (a Battalion Chief at that) for Chicago, and I am really proud of what he does. Whenever I tell someone what he does, they just kind of look at me wide-eyed and go "Really?" I'm not going to lie, I love getting that reaction because he loves his job (he won't even call it a job) which makes me happy that he does something he loves. I hope I get a job someday that I won't consider a job either. They took us on a few trips every year, mainly to Arizona to visit Mom's family or Michigan and Wisconson, plus the annual ski trip, because it seemed that everyone but us had a cottage there. I've been to Mexico though, and Colorado to ski twice and a shitload of other places. Most of the time it was a road trip in our huge ass van that seats 12, even though we're a family of five. It was because of those trips that I can now fall asleep in any car ride, in any position too.

I don't want this post to sound like I'm bragging, because I'm not, my family isn't perfect and of course we all don't always get along, who's family actually does? My siblings and I are far from spoiled too. We had a nice house, a good education, went on trips and even have a spa in our backyard now too, but money was never just handed to me. I was always baffled when my friends would be like "My mom handed me a $20 tonight because she knew I was going to the mall." Handed you a $20? Holy shit, I can't borrow $2 from my mom without having to pay her back. For anything I wanted, I had to use my own money for it. I went on a cruise my senior year spring break, and the other 3 girls that I went with had their trips paid for by mommy and daddy. My mom lent me the money, but I was paying that trip off for months. Being in college right now, I feel like a spolied brat when I say my mom pays my bills and rent and part of my tuition (I have a loan that I'll be paying off until I'm 80 for the rest of it), but I really am so thankful for that. I can't even imagine having a job out here that would have to pay enough for my rent and bills every month. I'm looking for a job now, and I know anything I find won't pay me enough to cover all that. But once I'm broke, I'm broke. I know better than to plead for money now, becuase my mom just laughs at me and says "Yeah right Kate." I get insanely jealous when Emily gets a card from her mom saying "Here's $100 becuase I know you're broke." I would have a heart attack if my mom gave me $5. You would think that having to earn my own money would have taught me "the value of a dollar." Haha, far from it. I get $20 and the next day I have 3 cents left with nothing to show. I am awful with money management. I really need to open a savings account once I get a job.

My mom and I have always had a very difficult, I guess you could say, relationship. I was grounded at least one day a week in high school every week becuase I can't keep my mouth shut and always have to get in the last word. Going away to college was one of the best things that could have happened for us. Now I actually look forward to seeing and talking to her. It's funny to realize that when for 18 years I couldn't wait to get away from her. When she picked me up 2 Wednesdays ago for the Rufio concert, she started yelling at me because the rent was due in 2 days and I still hadn't turned it in. Normally that would have pissed me off and I would have been angry at her for the rest of the day, because I don't like to let go of my anger easily, but I remember thinking "For fucks sake, just let it go, you're only going to be seeing her for a few hours." And I did! That probably doesn't sound like a big deal, but it was to me. I think I'm getting more mature in my twenties! (Shut up all of you, I know I don't act like it, but just go with it.)

I don't know why I went off on a family tangent tonight. They're a great bunch, especially the siblings Anne Frank and Jeep. Poor J.P, he's stuck in that house all alone with those crazy bastards. If I had had to live there alone with them, I would have shot myself already. You'll like them a lot better when you move out, I swear. He doesn't even read this. I don't know why I like to talk to people on here who don't even read this. I love you bitches!

Where can you go, when the world don't treat you right? The answer is hoooooooome.

Goddamnit, I hate the show 7th Heaven. Yet, what am I watching right now? The new episode. It's a habit that I can't break. It really is the most awful show ever. I hate the little boy twins who finish each other's sentences the most. And Ruthie for being a spoiled brat. Lucy for jumping to conclusions on everything. The mom Annie is the absolute worst though. She says the queer-est mom things. I'm going to stop now.

We Could Be Daytime Drunks If We Wanted

It's 3:00 am, which is my normal blogging time, so I feel like I need to, even though I don't feel like it. For one thing, I am obsessed with this band Rilo Kiley. Well really only about 5 songs of their new album, but still. I saw them on Conan a few weeks ago, then downloaded some of their songs (after I found out their name was Rilo Kiley, and not Wild Kyle like I thought I heard, thanks Bill) and now I love them. One of the guitar players in the band was Pinksy on Salute Your Shorts, a tv show that was on Nicklelodeon back when Nick still had kickass shows. Like Salute Your Shorts, Clarissa Explains It All, Hey Dude, Pete and Pete, Are You Afriad of the Dark? and even Alex Mack. I know theres some others that I'm forgetting, but all those shows were the best. Now all there is is animated shit on Nick, except for Nick and Nite, which I love. I used to watch Fresh Prince reruns all the time years ago, but I've discovered a new love for that show, even though I've seen all the episodes at least twice. How could you not love Carlton? I miss Three's Company not being on anymore though. Unless I just always miss it, I never seem to see it anymore. I used to hate that show, but last year living with Kelly, we grew obsessed with it and would watch it everynight at 2:00 am. Then John Ritter died. Me and Kelly honestly watched the episode of 8 Simple Rules where they dealt with his death with a box of Kleenex between us. Ok, enough of about my tv habits.

I had a fun drunken time last night. I ended up going to about 3 different parties throughout the night and saw my friend Connor, who I hadn't seen at all this semester yet. Our friend from home, Dudeman (his real name is Jim, but I've never heard him actually called that. Don't ask me why the nickname is Dudeman either) called me too, but right as I got to Connor's house, where he was staying, he passed out. Lovely to see you too. I can't remember anymore specific details, except for making an ass of myself on the phone with Jenn and Bill. I was coherent at least, right? We need to set up a new date, because Jenn, you're a douche bag for not answering on Friday and Bill, you suck for having shitty reception on Saturday. Me, I'm perfect.

The Red Sox won again today, fuck yeah bitches. Can you imagine if they actually won the World series? I wish I lived in Boston to experience the party that will be. They keep showing all these statistics on tv and they said 77% of the teams who win the first 2 games go on to win the World Series. Pretty good odds, right? But then again, they beat the Yankees when they were losing the series 0-3, so I guess anything could happen. And again, they are the Red Sox, with their "woe is me" curse that they have, so I shouldn't my hopes up. It's way too late for that though, and I'm really excited for them to win. Johnny Damon, you're my hero! I know I keep talking about them, and no one cares, but goddamnit, you should.

So I'm guessing that I didn't get that job at the Junction. Fuck you and your lazy eye, George. Back to the drawing board on the job prospects.

The Dylan concert is less than a week away! I'm so friggin (oh how I hate and yet love that word at the same time) excited for it. This is the 8th time I'll have seen him. How awesomatic is that? That would be like Bill seeing Axl Rose 8 times, Jenn seeing Portishead 8 times, Keri seeing Meatloaf 8 times, my dad seeing Neil Young 8 times and my mom seeing Barbra Streisand 8 times. You'd be fucking excited, right? I'm going to find Bobby D after the show, and have his love child. I think that would definitley be the high point in my life so far, having sexual intercourse with Bob Dylan. Some of you are probably throwing up left and right reading that because you know what he looks like nowadays, but hey, let me have my fantasy.

So to sum up everything: listen to Rilo Kiley, tv sucks for kids today, the Red Sox are the bees knees, and I'll be pregnant after October 31st. Get some sleep, bitches.

Where art thou Andrew?

Gosh, is anyone else worried about Andrew? He hasn't been online in months and I'm started to worry myself sick about him. He was such a good Scottish pal of mine and I miss him. I just wish he would let us know he's still alive. Andrew, if you're out there, remember we love you.

The Night Time is the Right Time

Hola bitches. I don't really feel like typing right now, but Bill is annoying me, and anything is better than talking to him. (Just kidding Brumster. You know I got yo' back)

I went to ISU to visit Keri on Thursday and it was a lot of fun. I hadn't "partied" in a dorm in over a year, so it was bringing back memories. I took a shower with flip-flops on, she had to sign me in and I got shitty dorm food. What could be better than that! It made me miss living in the dorms. My freshman year was fo' real the best year of my life. I met Emily and a ton of other friends on my floor that I'm still friends with now. I'll have to blag more about the dorms some other time. It's going to be really long, just to warn you now.

My best friend Megan goes to ISU too, and I hadn't seen her since August either, so it was good to hang out with her again. Sometimes she really annoys me, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to see her, but I'm glad I did cause she's my girl Blue! We've been best friends since 5th grade. She's one of the people I know will be in my wedding some day and we'll probably still be going out for coffee when we're 100 years old if the lung cancer hasn't kicked in yet. Best friends foreva lady.

Last night I drank way too much rum, didn't even go out, puked a lot and then was passed out by 11:30. Crittey. But I'm a trooper and recovered, so I can't wait to drink again tonight, because Chandler's getting a keg for his 21st. No more goddamn hard liquor for me. I'm a beer girl, and I would like to stay this way, beer belly or not. I used to be a vodka lush, but now I don't really like it anymore. I hate how you can only (or me at least) have 2 or 3 drinks with hard liquor. I want to be drinking all night long, and I can with beer. Fuck yeah Icehouse 30 cases. How I love you so.

Brummy and Jenn - 8:30 my time tonight? I can't remember at all. But I'm thinking it's 8:30.(my time) If it wasn't orginally 8:30, it should be now, because I won't be out by then and will be coherent. I promise not to yell to random people this time Bill. Jenn, you have to do the same. Oh, and by the way, I got your message today Jenn. Haha, were you drunk by any chance? Or "crunked" as you say? You crazy Mexy's. I would have answered, but as I already said, I was almost dead at the time you called. I think I'm lucky to have woken up this morning. This is all for now. Talk to you tonight bitches.

Moi again, playing cards, drinking and smoking in the lounge. God we were badasses. I have on another Bears shirt, even though you can't tell. That's Emily in the "cape" in the background. I'm pretty sure we were playing Gin Rummy. Please don't be too jealous of all the fun we had.  

This is me and the lovely Emjo. Yes, my teeth do look yellow, but so what? We are drunk too, so that's why we both look like assrammes. She uses Crest White Strips, and tans a lot, so thats why I look pale. Not that I don't look pale normally though. Sorry, I'm just obsessed with this Hello pictures thing.  

The People All Call Her Alaska

- I just sneezed. Twice. Lordy do I love sneezing.
- I just did a load of wash, and I forgot to put my bra in one of those protective thingys, so it got all wrapped up in my clothes and got all stretched out. Son of a bitch.
- I just took a shower. And shaved my legs!
- Nothing makes me feel more girly than shaved legs and a pair of silver earrings.
- Finally cleaned my room. It was a pig sty in here, as my mom would say.
- I was at the library for FOUR hours tonight. I think I set a new personal record.
- Since I'm skipping my 3:30 class tomorrow, I've only gone to 6 out of 9 classes this week. But 2 were cancelled. So I guess they don't really count as skipping.
- I'm seeing Keri tomorrow! I think this is Sister-Overload. Three times in a week in a half. Fuck yeah bitches.
- The Red Sox won today. I didn't get to see the game, but I was checking the score every three minutes on Yahoo. They even announced it in the library that they won. I guess DeKalb is Red Sox territory now.
- I hope the Cardinals win tomorrow. But I hope they lose to the Red Sox in the World Series.
- What ever happened to Mark McGuire? Did he dissappear? Or do I live in a cave for not knowing he retired.
- Everyone download Sunday Morning by the Velvet Underground if you've never heard it. Now.
- Is it Steak 'n Shake? or Shake 'n Steak. For some reason I've been wondering this for the past few days, and forget to ask people. I think it's Steak 'n Shake, now that I think about it.
- George hasn't called me. Call me, you lazy-eyed bastard.
- I'm too lazy to type in paragraphs tonight.
- Jenn, Bill. How about Friday or Saturday for catching up time. Too bad I talk to you both enough already. I'll just sit silently on the phone while you guys yak away. I'll throw some Midwestern-accented words in the conversation when I feel it's appropriate.
- Did you go see Napoleon Dynamite Bill? You better have.
- Thank you again Jenn for allowing me to put up your cowboy hat picture. You are the best Hispanic (note I'm not saying Mexican) ever!
- I'm pretty sure I failed my art history test today. How great is that!
- Emily fell on her ass really hard on Saturday night, and she feels the need to show me the bruise on her butt at least once a day. I'll keep you all updated on the status of her anus bruise, as I like to call it.
- I like the Bowie song "Ashes to Ashes" Bill. I just read in Rolling Stone that song is one of Marilyn Manson's favorite Bowie songs too. Now we all have something in common! I've waited for this day for so long.
- Jenn, if you see this soon, come online and entertain me. I mean, if you're not busy getting drunk and all.
- Sorry this was boring. I had to kill some time somehow though. I'll talk to you bitches on Friday.

Oh! Sweet Nuthin'

There is this really annoying noise in my room, and I can't figure out where it's coming from. It's driving me crazy right now. I wish I could play music loud to drown it out, but of course that would wake up the sleeping Emjo. Speaking of Emily, she has got to be the best roommate ever. I fell asleep on the couch tonight for 2 hours, and she put a blanket on me. How precious is that. She is going back home from Thursday to Friday to work, and her hometown is right by ISU, where Keri goes to school. So she offered to drop me off at Keri's and pick me up the next day to bring us back to DeKalb for the rest of the weekend. So now I get to see Keri again, sweetass bitches. The first thing Keri asks me - "Could you bring us some beer so we can pre-drink?" At least I'm good for something. Or have the right hookups rather. Either way, yes Keri, your big sister (because I am the older sister Jenn, by 15 months. Don't ever tell me again Keri looks older. Just cause she has bigger boobs, sheesh) will bring you some beer. Merry Christmas, ya filthy animal. And a Happy New Year too. 15 bonus points to anyone who knows what movie that's from.

So I had that job interview at The Junction today. My would-be boss is George, a tall, hairy Greek man with a lazy eye that scares. I'm not sure if I'm going to get this job at not, but the prospects don't look to great.
George: Do you have a car?
Me: No, I don't.
G: How would you get to work each day?
Me: Either walk or take the bus.
G: Are you going to go home for Christmas break?
Me: Most likely. I have a job back home that I have to go back to.
G: Hmmm....and you've never waitressed before?
Me: No.
G: Why do you want to become a waitress?
Me: I love working with people, and I've always wanted to work as a waitress. (I can't think of anything else to say at this point) I'm not afraid to try it out.

"Not afraid to try it out"? What is wrong with me. I could have said anything else, but I say that. My shift would be 2 -3 days a week, from 5 pm to 2 am. That is going to really suck ass when it's the dead of winter, and I have to walk home at 2 am, because that's the time the buses stop working. My parents always bitch at me to get a job, and then when it looks like I might actually get one, they're like "2 am? Can you handle that?" Christ, do they know me at all? It's not like I'm ever asleep before that anyways. They don't like the thought of me walking home that late either, when I say, "Well how about buying me a cheap car then?", they laugh at me. Not like I expect them to anyways, but Jesus Christ, don't bitch about me walking home late if you're not going to help me out at all. George is supposed to talk it over with some people and then give me a call in a couple of days. So keep your fingers crossed for me, s'il vous plait.

I didn't go to the library at all today to start my journal, so now I have to do all of it tomorrow. I want to skip my night class, but I really should go considering I didn't last week. What really blows is that the Red Sox won today, (that's not the bad part, keep reading) so Game 7 is tomorrow. Tomorrow is when I have to be at the library all night to do the stupid journals. I want to drink and watch the game, and if I didn't wait until the last second to do everything, I could. Goddamnit. So anyone who watches the game, which you all should, think of me slaving away in the library. It should be good for a laugh or two.

I was watching the Fresh Prince of Bel Air earlier and they mentioned muffins, and it made me want some really bad. So I made a batch of blueberry muffins. It's delicious. 10 points for this movie quote, only because it's obvious, and if you don't get it Bill I'm going to be very disappointed.

Jenn, if you read this tonight, your phone must be fucked up, or else you're busy at work. I send you 2 text's back after your "Where are you?!" and I don't know if you got them or what. But I'm still up, and should be for awhile because of my lovely 2 hour nap earlier. I do have a tst tomorrow in Art History, but I'm screwed for it anyways, so I'm not even going to bother studying. Will it be pathetic if I fail this class twice? Probably. Why do I hate it so much anyways. Maybe because the teacher is a douche bag that made us by a $80 book that we never even touch? Probably. I wonder if it's too late for the pass/fail option? Probably. So much for graduating in 4 years. Hasta lluego, bitches.

Oh, and download Oh! Sweet Nuthin' by the Velvet underground. I'm obsessed. And it pretty much describes this post. Sweeeeeet nothing.

This, my friends, is how Jenn and I became friends. It all started over her Cowboy Hat picture. Jenn, I don't really know if you understand the joy this picture has brought me. It brightens my day when I look at it. You are one Sexy Mexy! Just think if you had never showed me this picture. I would probably be sleeping right now, for one. Cheers to cowboy hats. I love you lady! 

Goddamnit Eric. I'm taking it down after you see it. I just wanted to see if I could get Hello to work. Also, Jenn is a douche bag. No offense.

Ranting and Raving

I jinxed myself. Yesterday was great, but it's only 2:37 pm, and I hate today already. I go to the meeting with the advisor, and I'm only there for about 10 minutes. Thanks for all the great help Claire. I go home, only to find out that I forgot my goddamn keys in my bookbag, which is sitting on my bed, inside. Emily and Carly are at class from 11-12:15, and it's only 11:25. I sit outside (thank god I had a lot of reading material about study abroad and my cigarettes or I would have gone loco) until 12:15, call Emily, only to find out she's in the Sociology lab. Carly isn't answering her phone, so I have to walk all the way back to campus, get Emily's key, then walk back. By this time it's 1:00, and I have to haul ass to take a shower and get ready for class at 2:oo. So I walk back to class, only to find out my fucking class is cancelled. I was about to go apeshit. I am not walking all the way home again, so I'm sitting here, wasting time until my 3:30 class. If the job interview thing doesn't go well, I'm going to cut my itchy wrists. I also have this huge ass journal due on Thursday, so I have to go to the library for a few hours tonight, to at least get that started. What is with all my classes being cancelled this year? I think I've had 8 or 9 cancellations so far, only in this semester. Thats probably more than I've had in my other 4 semesters combined. I love a cancelled class, but it annoyed the fuck out of me today. How the fuck did my karma change in the 8 hours I was sleeping last night? Holy shit am I crabby right now. Deal with it bitches.

Instant Karma's Gonna Get You

Today was one of the best days that I have had in awhile. Not that my days are usually shitty, but this one was just awesomatic. It would have been more awesomatic if I wasn't so tired right now, but lets not get greedy. I definitly got some good karma going for me right now.

I go to my 2:00 class, fall asleep in those ever so comfortable lecture hall seats, and then go to my 3:30 class, only to find out its been cancelled. Score number 1.

I have been calling the Study Abroad office for about 5 days now, and no one ever picks up. Since I don't have class, I find out where the office is, go in there, and now I have an appointment for tomorrow at 11:00 am with an advisor. Score number 2.

I come home, and me and Emily decide to go see Napoleon Dynamite at 7:00. I've mentioned this movie before, and for those of you who STILL haven't seen it, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WAITING FOR? It's the best movie ever, I'm telling you. Seeing it the first time was the best, but it's still as funny the second time around. Score number 3.

I turn on my phone after the movie, and I have 3 new voicemails. I don't get that many voicemails in 2 days, let alone 2 hours. I get all excited that three different people love me, but the first two are just blank ones. Assholes. Hang up before you get to my message, if you're not going to leave one, instead of getting me excited that I have a voicemail. But the last one is this voice I don't recognize. It turns out that it's this guy George from The Junction, calling and asking me if I'm still interested in working there! Score number 4.

I call back, and they're looking for someone who can work evenings, which is perfect for me because I get out of class everyday at 4:45. I made Emily stop at a gas station to get a celebratory Charleston Chew, on me, because I'll be a working woman soon! I'm really nervous about becoming a waitress, and this is the job I wanted the least, but beggars can't be choosers. The Junction isn't a fancy place at all, like an Applebee's or Outback Steak House, it's more of a family diner. I could deal with that, right? I would get tips! Sweet Jesus, I would have cash in my pocket every night I worked. Imagine how fast I could spend my money then!

I have an interview there around 5:00 pm tomorrow, plus the study abroad appointment at 11:00 am, so who knows, tomorrow could be even better than today, depending on how they both go.

After the movie, I watched the rest of the Yankees/Red Sox game. Good lord, it was 14 innings long, but the Sox finally came out of top. Score number 5.

So help me God if the goddamn Yankees go to the World Series again. I want the Red Sox to win so bad. I must have some Boston blood in me or something, because I'm rooting for the Sox and of course I really want the Bahston accent. I was just realizing today how weird it is that I always root for the Red Sox during the playoffs, because I feel bad for the people of Boston who haven't had a title there in so long. But then, it's the same situation here in Chicago with the Cubs and yet I hate that team and their fans with a mad, mad passion. I hope the Cubs never win the World Series. At least let me be dead first, that's all I ask. I was raised a White Sox fan on the Southside of Chicago. I don't know if this is common knowledge everywhere, or just in Chicago, but Southsiders are Sox fans, and Yuppie Northsiders and Cubs fans. So it pisses me off to no tomorrow when a fellow southsider is a Cubs fan. I feel betrayed. Go live on the Northside where you belong. Don't come around here no mo'. Last year when the Cubs were in the playoffs, I swear it was the best night of my life when they lost to the Marlins. I know about 100 people who were ready to slit their wrists they were so depressed. But that's what you get for wasting your time on the Cubs. Nothing but disappointment. And don't even get me started on the people who never cared about baseball, but jumped on the Cubs bandwagon during the playoffs. *CoughEmilyKeriDianaCough* Excuse me.

Because of Bill and his little anthem that he wrote, I sound like a ranting lunatic right now, but I was really going to write about this before I saw the anthem. I just needed to get it off my chest.

I know why all this good shit is happening for me. I have it all pinpointed to something that happened on Thursday night. I went to the gas station to get cigarettes, and for the past few weeks, they have this thing where you can donate $1 towards March of Dimes, and you put your name on this pumpkin and they hang it in the store. Two weeks ago when I had about $10 to my name, the clerk was like,
"Would you like to donate $1 to March of Dimes?"
Me - "Umm...I'm really broke right now."
Clerk - *smiling brightly, probably thinking, you selfish bastard* "Thats ok. Maybe next time"
Me - *feeling very comfortable* "Yeah, definitley."

I felt like the biggest ass in the world. I can afford a pack of cigarettes, but not a fucking DOLLAR for some blind kid or whatever? I felt like a douche bag for the rest of the day becuase of it. Then on Thursday, I went to the same place, bought 2 packs of P-Funks and this time donated my dollar. I know, it's only a dollar, but it made me feel so much better. I'm not bragging about it, thinking I'm such a martyer that I donated a dollar by any means, I just think that it was karma that brought me my good luck. What goes around, comes around, I really believe that. Maybe I should have started being nicer a long time ago. Who knows what position I would be in right now.

This concludes my wonderful, marvelous and magnificent day. I think I'm going to bed now. Good lord am I tired. How were all of your days, bitches?

Trying To Make the Best of My Time

I know I just blogged a few hours ago, but I'm bored damnit. What did I do before Jenn introduced me to blogging? I don't even rememeber. Speaking of Mexicans, Jenn just called me and talked my goddamn ear off. I feel like me and Sharon, her co-worker, are friends now. We had lots to catch up up, and I still can't feel my right ear. I love being able to talk all girly with you lady. And I love getting girly with you! Lesbian what? I get to do the girly talk with Emily and my best friend Megan, but it's just so much more fun when the person you're talking to has an accent, you know? We called and harassed Bill too. Too bad he's been sleeping for 5 hours or something by now. You missed precious Jenn/Katie time. Your loss. The moutain was calling your name Billy Jack. Stop being a pansy and go out there next time. Jenn played me some of Eric's music too, and now I'm excited to get my own copy, which I will, right? Right? Don't leave me hanging. I could send you some.....Bob Dylan cds or.....Bob Dylan cds in exchange. Jenn, go check your mail again right now. Maybe the cds got there after you left for work. And I'll send you some Mr. Jeff Buckley next time I go home because Jeff rules all. Right Gabe? I only got 5 hours of sleep last night and I've been slowing dying all day. I should have died of alchohol poisoning last night. I even impressed Jenn with my "running past the bouncer". A white girl impressing a mexcican, imagine that. I should be sleeping already, but I'm a douche bag and stay up even when I am tired. Doesn't make sense to me either. Actually now I'm kind of hungry. I think it's Spaghettios and meatballs time. Boring post, but I know you'll love it Jenn. I bet you don't even read what I write. You just scan it all to see if I mention you at all and just read that part. I do the same thing for you, so it's all good. Don't get too drunk at work Sexy Mexy. After all, you do work for the cops, dontcha know. Viva Neil Young. Everyone right now should listen to his song Only Love Can Break Your Heart. Do it now bitches.

Oh Lordy

I don't know if I'm ready to write about my weekend yet. Basically it could be broken down into three things:
1 - Drinking. And a lot of it.
2 - Dancing. And a lot of it.
3 - SPENDING MY GODDAMN MONEY. And a lot of it.

Friday
Keri finally gets here at about 10:00 pm. We had a few beers, then left to go drink at my friend Dan's house, with Emily. We got asked at least 10 times there if we were twins, and people believed us until Emily accidently ruined it. At 11:30 we go to this party and good lord did we have fun. Goddamnit, I had so many good stories about it, but for now all I remember is fighting with some douche bags Cubs fans. (Your team isn't in the play-offs either, so you're not any better than the White Sox. Just give it up already. I'm fucking sick of you whiny ass bastards saying "Next year man, next year." It will never be your year, so shove it up your ass already.) I mean, of course not really fighting with them. As long as you are at least a Bears fan, I can overlook the Cubs factor. And please don't even talk to me if you're a Green Bay fan. I will vomit all over your face. But anyways, I remember fighting with the douche bags, becoming friends with Gene-in-the-Hawaiian-Shirt, Keri entertaining me by dancing with that short kid and me dancing with numerous people just to make Keri laugh. Oh the things I will do for my sister. We really get a kick out of trying to dance though, just because we look so stupid when we do it. But hey, I don't give a shit when I'm drunk. We're white girls. Pasty white girls at that. It is quite a sight to see. We got home around 3:30, I think and ordered some food. Then I called Sexy Mexy and her and Keri got to talk. I don't remember what they said, but Jenn wrote more about it in her blog, so read that. I set our alarm for 9:00 am, thinking we could go out to eat before Keri had to be home at noon, but I woke up at 11:00 am to her saying, "Kate, I'm leaving." I didn't even hear my alarm at all, but even if I had woken up, I felt like death, so I couldn't have eaten anyways. I couldn't even imagine driving right then, so I bet she had a fun drive home by herself. Sorry lady. Maybe next time you could stay for a whole weekend, and not go to a fucking "barn dance" at U of I. I hope you had fun with your French man!

Saturday
After Sister left, I feel back asleep to 4:00 pm, and I wake up to Kelly (the old roomie) coming into my room screaming "KATIE WAKE UP!!". Let me explain a few things before I continue.
1 - Kelly wasn't supposed to come up anymore, because she was going to see her brother's hockey game instead.
2 - Kelly hasn't been up to my new place yet, so she didn't have the address at all.
3 - SHE SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME.
I had just woken up, (I know, it was 4 pm, but I was sleep deprived) didn't have on my glasses, so I was blind as a bat, and she comes barging into my room. Nearly had a goddamn heart attack. It turns out that she called me at 10:00 am this morning, telling me she was coming up, with her boyfriend Barry. I had my phone off, like I always do at night, so of course I didn't get the message until later. She called 411 to get my house phone number back in Chicago, talked to my mom and got my address. They got up here at 1:00, were pounding on my door for about 30 minutes, trying to wake me up, then went tailgating for an hour, came back, did more pounding on the door, drank in her car, call me 5 more times and left a message EACH TIME, and banged on the door again. Then finally one of the geniuses tried to open the front door, and it's not locked. So they come in, (mind you, 3 hours have passed since they got here) and barge into Carly's room, thinking it was mine. She's in there, but she's naked. Good first impression Kelly! And I don't know why Carly didn't answer the door when they were knocking. She's weird. But Kelly apologized, and everything was fine. Once I finally get up after hearing that crazy story, Kelly's like "start drinking bitch!" So for my hearty breakfast I had a Miller Lite. I then proceeded to drink for the next 12 hours. Barry's old friends had rented out the basement to a bar here, and supposedly I didn't need an ID to get in. They did the same thing last year, and I was able to walk right downstairs. This time it wasn't so easy though. We walk in, and the bouncer is like "Ladies, Ladies! I need to see ID." Kelly gives him hers, and I go,
Me - "I don't have my ID, my boyfriend has it downstairs."
Bouncer - "Well I'm still going to need to see some ID."
Me - "But I'm just going downstairs. I'm with the Evans Scholars."
Kelly in the background - "RUN FOR IT KATIE!"
I just start walking downstairs, well actually running, and go right into the bathroom down there. I stay there for 10 minutes because I'm so positive they are right after me, but I call Kelly and she says the coast is clear. Then I have a jager bomb to celebrate. It was free beer, so I got tres tres trashed there. And requested some sweetass songs. I got the DJ to play 2 Dylan songs, Me and Bobby Mc Gee and Don't Stop Believing. Oh, and Ignition by R. Kelly. God I love that song.

We leave around 2:30 am, and I'm about to eat my arm I'm so hungry, so we go to Jimmy John's. It's a sandwich place, for those of you who don't know. There was a long ass line, so I made friends with the guy who was ahead of me in line. I remember his name was Andrew and his birthday is December 11, 1981. Important information, right? He was there with 4 of his friends, and he said he would pay for their food, so I go, "And you're paying for mine too, right?" I expected him to laugh at me, but he was like, "Ok." Sweetass bitches! I got free food. The poor guy spent $31 there. As soon as I got my food, I was like, "Thanks for the food, bye!" He's like "You're not going to sit here and eat with us?" I just said, "No, I have to go, my roommate is waiting in the car for me." Reading this, I'm sure I sound very bitchy, but I wasn't! I was very grateful for the free food and I really had to go. But thank you again Andrew, you made my night.

We then spend the next 2 hours looking for Barry, which causes Kelly to be pissed beyond belief at him, making for a few very uncomfortable situtaions when we finally found him. Sometimes I think those two are the reason why I do NOT want a boyfriend. Them, and Emily constantly crying "I hate Jake" then changing it to "But I still want to be with him, cause he's so great" 20 minutes later, for the past month. She broke up with him, but then gets mad when she sees him with his ex girlfriend. And they (Emjo and Jake) only dated for 2 months! She broke up with him but goes crying over there to him every night when she's drunk. STOP LEADING HIM ON. Ok, enough whining. I just had to get that out.

Remember how I had a lot of money 2 fucking days ago? Now I have FORTY SIX DOLLARS left. What the fuck did I do with it all. I swear I almost started crying when I only saw two 20's instead of the three I thought were there. So much for that money lasting me until Thanksgiving. I'll be lucky if it lasts me until Wednesday. No one else can come and visit me, I decided. I spend way too much fucking money. Not that it wasn't worth it though. I said I was going to drink double to make up for last weekend, and drink double I did. I don't think I gave my weekend enough justice, or whatever that saying is, but I had a shitload of fun. I don't even regret the at least 15 pounds I gained on my stomach from so much beer. Beer bellies, bitches.

Happy Keri Day!

I have nothing to write about right now. I'm just trying to kill time until Kerianne gets here around 9. Emily went to go get beer early, because she has to go somewhere until 10 pm tonight. Since I'm rich, I decided to get a bottle of Cristal. Or a 24 case of Bud Light, same thing. Usually me and Emily just get a 30 case of Icehouse, which everyone and their mother makes fun of us for, but shove it up your ass, because we actually like it, and it gets you drunk quick. Emily was tailgating one time before a football game, and the cops came up to them and asked to see everyones ID. She was the only one under 21, but she had her sisters ID that she uses, so she was getting that out to show them, but before she could, the cop goes "No, we don't need to see your ID. If you want to drink that stuff (talking about the Icehouse), than that's your own problem." So drinking Icehouse gets you out of trouble with the cops too! It's a magical beer.

Did I mention I'm rich again? At home, I was telling my mom how I've been surviving on $30 for the past two weeks, and she goes, "Well you still have that $150 upstairs in your room." I was like "What?!" and nearly had a heart attack. I have never forgotten about a goddamn dollar in my life, so I thought she was kidding with me. Shes like, "Remember? You gave me $150 out of a paycheck to put away for school, and you haven't asked for it yet. But you owe me $50 for your phone, so you really only have $100." Son of a bitch, I always owe my mom money. But holy fuck, I have a $100 now! I'm going to make this money last until at least Thanksgiving. I am only spending it on beer and cigarettes. Some of you may think that would be a waste of money, but actually it's the opposite. I would be wasting it if I went shopping for clothes with that money, or went out to eat all the time. I need only Parliament Lights and beer on the weekends to survive. Then over Christmas I go back to work at the UPS Store, and work up the ass, so I should be able to save up a nice sum of money for that month. To last me until March, and then I'm broooooke again. It's a never ending cycle, so I should be used to it now.

Text messages are killing me. I would have only owed my mom $40 for my phone bill, but I had about $10 in text messaging. I don't even do it that much anymore! I have no idea how it got that high. I did it more over the summer, and it was only $7 I think. It's your fault Jenn. I didn't even know how to do texts until you were like "C'mon, just do it. All the cool kids are. Don't you want to be cool Katie?" I fall for the peer pressure every damn time. My regular phone bill should be higher now, because I talk on the phone more than text now, especially with Sexy Mexy. And Bill before he got all queer on us. I share 1000 minutes with my mom and am definitly going to go over one day. Thank God she barely ever uses her phone and we get free between between us on our phones. I'm sure you're all glad that you know about my phone bill now. You're welcome.

Want to hear something disgusting? I haven't taken a shower since before the Rufus concert, at 4 pm on Wednesday. It's 7 pm on Friday night now. I even find myself appalling, but I'll take one soon. I'm ususally not this nasty all the time, I swear. I went to take my midterm yesterday looking like ass and I even forgot to put on a bra before I left. Thank god I had on a hoodie. Sometimes I wish I was an elephant. An elephant never forgets. Good thing I watched the Jungle Book when I was little or I never would have learned that very important lesson. Now I have "Bear Nessecities" in my head. You all do too, so just admit it already.

When me and Keri were seeing Rufus, I was telling her how you all make fun of me for how I say "blog". She said that people make fun of her for how she says "bra". Then last night, I said something about bras in front of Emjo and Carly, and they were both like "Braahh, braaah, where's my braaah", making fun of me for how I said it. So I guess I say it the same was as you Keri. We then deicded that we have the most unattractive accents in the world. Yay for Chicago! I still wish I had a Boston accent though. "Where did you paaah-rk the caaaah?" I practice everyday and I really think I'm improving. Ok, I'm annoying myself now, talking about bras for the past 10 minutes. And I only wasted 30 minutes. Goddamnit. 2 hours until Keri gets here! Fuck yeah bitches.

Rufiooooooooooooooo

Kerianne, favorite sister o' mine, I had a lovely time yesterday. And you'll be here again soon! I'm so friggin excited. But let's talk about the concert first. So Mom picks me up on Wednesday, around 1:00 pm, and shes acting like a crazy person. She goes to get gas, runs over the curb, then pulls to the opposite side of the gas tank, and then forgets to close the gas tank to it's banging against the van the whole way home. But don't tell Dad. She's just excited to see me, I'm telling you. We get home, I drive (woo-hoo) to the UPS Store to mail some lovely people some mail, take a shower, and we're ready get Keri from Midway Airport to get see Rufus. I haven't seen Kerianne in 2 months, so I was ready to hug the shit out of her when I saw her. And shit her pants she did. (Shut up, if you read this Keri). So we get on the train, or the "L" as we call it in Chicago, and this lady sits across from us. Keri notices her staring, and I don't, but finally she goes, "Are you guys twins?". Keri and and I laugh, saying no, but we're only 15 months apart. She continues to stare at us, saying "Your eyes are the same......but your eyebrows are different......she has more dimples (pointing to Keri) and her hair is curlier....and your boobs are bigger." That would have been even creepier if she really said that last part, but it's true. Goddamn you Kerianne, for being the younger sister and having bigger boobs than me. It was kinda creepy though, cause she was staring at us the whole time, until we got off.

It was crazy, because the last time me and Ker were on the "L" was in February when we were going to our first Rufio concert. The train was really crowded, when all of a sudden, out of the blue, this guy about 15 feet from us goes, "HEY, ARE YOU GUYS TWINS?!" Keri goes, "Yeah, we are." And that was the end of the conversation, until 5 minutes later the same guy goes, "HEY, 2 MINUTES OR 30 SECONDS ?" I was like, what the fuck is he talking about, until Keri goes "2 minutes!" He meant how far apart we were born, but it was just so random. And funny. We laughed about it the rest of the night. It's weird when people think we look alike, because no one in our family does, it's always just strangers who ask if we're twins. If you ask me, she's lucky to look like me. So there you go, the only 2 times me and Keri have been on the "L" together, we get asked if we're twins. Crazy, huh? Just agree with me goddamnit.

So we get to Rufus with 10 minutes to spare, only to find out he had an opening act that I ended up loving, David Berkley. But Keri saw some guy fall up the stairs there, which is 100 times better than seeing people falling down the stairs, so I am eternally jealous. Until I fall up the stairs myself, then it won't be so goddamn funny anymore.

Rufus Wainwright, you are the best ever. It wasn't "as great" as the first time we saw him, but holy fuck, the man is awesome. And it's great seeing Rufus, cause 98% of the guys there are gay, and they are all really cute. And impeccabley dressed. Not that I expect that out of a straight guy, but it's great seeing so many cute guys at one time, even though they won't ever look at me twice because I'm a girl. Rufus played a lot of my favorite songs, like "California" "Want" "Dinner at Eight" and his cover of "Hallejulah". He also played the song "Little Sister" which was wonderful, because I was there with my little sister! Isn't that precious. At this one point, Rufus was talking about how he loved Jeff Buckley, and was going on about he had met him, for at least a good 3 minutes, which seemed like a long time, at the time. Keri and I both love Jeff, so I was all excited to hear one of my favorite singers talk about my other favorite singer, and thought Keri was would be happy too. After Rufus starts singing the song he says he wrote about Jeff, Keri goes "Who was he talking about?" I laughed for a good 2 minutes at least, because Rufus has been going on about Jeff forever, and Keri had no idea who he was talking about. I should explain right here that Keri does have about a 30% hearing loss, so I can't make fun of her for not hearing. But I still laughed hard. I'm deaf too, when it comes to movies and shit like that, so at least 6 times when Rufus was talking to the crowd, we had to look at each other and be like "What is he talking about" and pretend to laugh with the rest of the crowd, cause we didn't want to look like morons. It was a kickass concert though, and I had alot of fun, even though the gay guy next to me was weird and didn't clap at all during the concert. I even switched seats with Keri at one point because the guys in front of her kept "nuzzling" (in her words) and she couldn't see shit. Sheesh, keep your hands off each other during a concert. No one wants to see you get sexual with your boyfriend. Get a room.

We eventually got home, and went out for coffee. Keri hasn't had a cigarette since September 19th, but she took a drag of one of mine. Don't tell our parents. She's the good daughter right now because she quit and I still smoke. Assrammer. I'm proud of you though, for not asking for a whole one. I just lost a dollar.....TO MYSELF. I swear I had a lot more funnier stories to tell, but I'm drawing a blank right now. I had a gigantic midterm today at 3:30, and I didn't study at all last night. I got back to the apartment around 11:00 am, studied for 45 minutes, then took a 2 hour nap, slept through my 2:00 class, studied for 45 more minutes, freaked out about the test, got offered Aderol to help me study by my neighbor, then went to go take it, and actually did ok. Or I think I did until I find out on Tuesday.

I'm tired of typing now, Bill is aleep because he hates me and Jenn is out getting drunk. I expect a drunk phone call lady! I'm waiting for Emily to call for her ride home from the bar, because I was too lazy to take shower and go out myself. But Sister will be here tomorrow! Holy shit I'm excited. I pledge to get you drunk beyond your means Keri. Yay for tomorrow!!

So This Is the New Year

I'm so excited right now, I'm never going to be able to sleep. I get to see my family! And Rufus Wainwright! And I'm skipping 3 classes to do so! Add in the class I overslept for today, and that makes a total of 4, so in other words, I'm only going to 5 out of 9 classes this week. How's that for lazy? The only part that blows about this week is that I have a midterm on Thursday at 3:30. I don't want to be thinking about that throughout the concert, and I really don't want to come home to study either. To make matters worse, it's not even multiple choice, we have to write out everything, so I have some big ass studying ahead of me. I started making out a study guide tonight, but I got bored after 45 minutes. I don't want to think about that anymore though, it's bringing down my good mood.

I think that I have bad timing with all of the musicians that I get into. You'd like some examples? Sure, let me tell you.
1. Jeff Buckley - Fell in love with him, then found out that he drown in the Mississippi River in 1997. Who drowns to death anymore these days? C'mon. I would seriously cut off my right arm and left leg to see him in concert. His voice is just fucking awesome. There's no other way to describe it. Yeah, I have DVD's and live recording, but it's just not the same. I want to see the man himself up on stage belting his heart out. Hearing "Lover, You Should've Come Over" live.....I think I could die happily.

2. Nina Simone - I remember hearing about when she died, I think it was May of 2003 or around there, but I really didn't know who she was, besides a jazz/blues singer. Then I found out that she wrote the song "Lilac Wine" that Jeff Buckley covers on his Grace album. If Jeff likes her, then I do too I decide. I download some random songs, and love LOVE her voice. She's another one of those almost "manly" voices because it's so deep, but it's so good. She did alot of covers, some of my favorites being Leonard Cohen's "Suzanne" The Animal's "Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood" and the Beatles "Here Comes the Sun". My brother bought me a greatest hits cd of hers for my birthday last year, and I still think it's one of the best presents ever. I listened to that cd everyday for at least 6 months. I should break it out right now.

3. Ray Charles - Of course I knew of Ray while he was alive, I don't live in a cave. I had read in Jason Mulgrew's blog that his song "I Can't Stop Loving You" was great, so I tried it out, and holy fuck, the man is a genius. I've downloaded a bunch more of this songs, and I know the next step is buying albums, but I'm too broke right now to even fathom buying a cd. If you haven't really ever given Mr. Ray a listen, try him out. I don't think you could possibly not like him. And if you don't, screw you because I don't want to talk to you anymore anyways.

4. Nico - I guess I could put her in this category too. I had always known of her through the Velvet Ungerground, but I had never heard any of her solo stuff. I was looking stuff up on the internet about her, and found out she died in 1988. I don't know why it shocked me so much. I already wrote a whole post about her though, so I don't think I need to go into detail again.

Thank god Bob Dylan is still with me. I don't know how I'm going to react when he dies (knock on wood). Most likely shut myself in my room for a few days. I always say that the only time I'll ever get another tattoo is when Dylan dies. I'm going to get his face, blow it up and have it cover my whole back. Wouldn't that be awesomatic? Just kidding, I'm not creepy like that, I swear! I will get another one, and incorporate Dylan into it some how. I really hope that Dylan lives to be 140 though, so I die before him and I don't have to get another tattoo, because I think they hurt like a bitch and am not really looking forward to putting myself through that again. I just have to remember to eat something before I go this time, so I don't start dry heaving as I'm getting it done. I mean, not that I did that the first time either.

So don't miss me tomorrow kids. I'll be busy eating good Chicago pizza, molesting my family and getting my Rufus Wainwright on. And talking about all of you behind your backs. Sexy Mexy and Billmeister, be checking your mailboxes soon. May you both have hours of good music listening ahead of you. Oh! I get to watch Popeye when I get home too! This day couldn't get any better. Fuck yeah bitches.

Fuck You Columbus

Yesterday was Columbus Day. I never even remember Columbus Day anymore, because I don't get the day off of school in college, like I did in high school. We only get Labor Day and Martin Luther King Jr Day. But we do get a month off for Christmas, so maybe I shouldn't bitch. The only reason I realized what day it was is because everyone on campus there was high school kids and huge tour buses packed with people in them all over campus. You could tell they were in high school because all of them were carrying bags from the Varisty Bookstore, probably buying a Northern hoodie or t shirt, or some shit like that. (Not that I don't own either of those things) Seeing those kids made me remember when I came here as a senior in high school to check out this school. I was so overwhelmed because the campus is so big, you wonder how anyone finds their way around it. And I remember seeing all of the college kids walking to class, thinking that they were awesome because they were in college and I was still a low life high school kid. I mean, even if they looked like a dork, they were still in college and that was just so goddamn cool to me. Growing up, I never thought I would graduate 8th grade, let alone get to high school and graduate from there after 4 years too. I don't mean I didn't think I would survive or something, it just seemed like it was forever away, and the day would never come. Now, holy shit, I'm a JUNIOR in college. (Well technically sophmore til January, cause right now I only have 55 credits when I should have 60, but shut up about it.) This is my THIRD year away from home. It still blows my mind when I think about it. When I was little, and met someone who was in college, I always thought that they had their life together, must be really smart and were awesome because they didn't have to live at home. I can tell you right now that none of that is true. I don't feel 20 by any means. When people ask me how old I am, I still go to say 19 for some reason, and my birthday was in May, for chrissakes. I guess I just can't get used to the fact that I'm in my 20's. And I'm not saying any of this so that a certain 24 and 25 year old can whine that they're older than me, so save it bitches. It's weird to think that if I had a kid or got married, it wouldn't be considered that ludicris. It wouldn't be like a 15 or 16 year old getting knocked up or getting married. Not that I am close to getting married or having a baby - I'm probably actually negative in those areas. Not that I want to get married or have a kid either, but you get the point. I'm 20, and can basically do anything I want now. Anyway, my whole point of this post is that now I'm one of those college kids that the high schoolers is in awe of. Ok, maybe too strong of words, because when I saw all of them today, I was wearing my gray sweatpants that I cut right above my ankle and a hoodie. Pretty cute outfit huh? And you wonder why I'm single. Or maybe you don't. Regardless, I'm sure I made a lasting impression on all of them. I'm in college! Sometimes walking through campus it hits me that I'm graduating kinda soon, and that freaks me out. Holy shit, I'm not ready for a real job. But I'll think about that more when the time comes.

Ok, maybe I'm not graduating that soon, I still have at a minimun 1 1/2 years left after this semster. After 4 years mom and dad won't pay for anything, so I better get out of here in 1 1/2 years. Since this summer will be my last one in college, I really want to use it to study abroad. Last year I talked about this too, but I never did anything about it. Keri is going to Ireland for the semester of Fall '05, and it made me insanely jealous. And I guess a little happy for her. Just a little though. I don't want to go for a whole semster because I want to live with Emily again, but I planned on getting an internship this summer anyways, so why not kill 2 birds with one stone. I'll get an intership in Australia! Or London! I haven't decided yet, but I'm leaning towards Australia because I've wanted to get there since I was a little kid. I tried calling the Study Aborad office today, but being Columbus Day, they were closed. Fuck you Columbus. First you make me realize I'm getting old and then the office is closed because of you. I am really really going to do this though. This is my last chance, and I'm not letting it slip away this time. Thank god for my mom though. She really encourages all of us to travel whenever we get the chance. I went on a cruise my senior year, Keri has gone to New York twice and J.P. went to England and Ireland last spring. Not like she pays for it, but she'll lend us the money until we can pay her back. They have financial aid for study abroad though, so I'm really hoping I can get some of that. My parents will have three kids in college next year, they have to give me something. Even if it's just a loan, I don't mind paying back money, as long as you give it to me upfront. Goddamnit, I can't wait. I'm calling the office tomorrow to get the ball rolling on this. My mom doesn't believe I'll go through with it, because I always have big plans and never follow through with them, but I'm going to prove her wrong this time goddamnit. Ok, this is really long already, so I'm going to stop. But remember todays important lesson: Columbus was a bastard who didn't really discover America. And he didn't prove the Earth was round either. It was already common knowledge in his time that the Earth was not flat. Australia, home of England's crooks and prisoners, here I come bitches.

Have you seen this girl?

MISSING!

SEXY MEXY HAS BEEN MIA SINCE OCTOBER 6, 2004
SHE IS KNOWN TO WEAR COWBOY HATS AND PANTS THAT SAY "PRINCESS" ON THE ASS.
MEXY LIKES TO MAKE FUN OF CHICAGO ACCENTS AND SAY "I AIN'T AFRAID TO HIT A BITCH"
SHE ALSO ANSWERS TO "HOBAG" "SLUT" OR EVEN RARER "JENN"
IF YOU SEE HER, PLEASE HAVE HER REPORT TO ME

Haha, I just talked to you on the phone and know you'll be home soon, but I told you I would put out a notice for you, and damnit I keep my promises. I really really REALLY wish I knew how to post pictures on here, becuase I would have put up your glamour shot with the cowboy hat. That whole thing just made me laugh really hard. I love being lame. You were missed very much in your absence. Bill and I never made fun of you behind your back once. Not once, I swear! Too bad Bill has been asleep for 5 hours already, so he won't be around for your homecoming. I guess that just shows who loves you more. Talk to you soon ho!

The Spectrum's A to Z

For the past two days, I've been alone in my apartment because, like I mentioned 40 times, Emily is home for the weekend, and last night Carly went to her friends for 2 nights. I hate living alone. I know, I know, it's only for two days, stop calling me a pansy. But last semester I lived by myself because both of my roommates graduated in December, had people to move in, but there were problems with the landlady, so they moved out. I stayed. By myself. For 4 1/2 months. The first month was the worst. I'm a very jumpy person and get startled very easily. Seriously. Walk up behind me unexpectedly when I'm doing anything, say something and I practically jump out of my seat. Or watch a scary movie with me. It's bad. And people who know that about me revel in it. You bastards. I'm going to die of a heart attack one day from being scared by one of you shits. Anyways, that first month sucked ass. I thought I would hear noises downstairs in the kitchen, or in the stairway and would be really freaked out. I eventually got over it, and would just turn up my music really loud so I couldn't hear anything else. That was really the only time in my life I ever felt depressed. I could never sleep for some reason, so I was always tired and just lonely, I guess is the best word. I got over it though and the rest of the year flew by, thank god. So these past 2 days, I keep hearing "noises" in the kitchen again and I'm driving myself crazy. I can't wait for Emjo to get home tomorrow.

Last year in my townhouse, I think it was around April or so, I had one of those "Holy shit, I just almost peed in my pants I was so scared moments". I'm in my bed sleeping (on the 2nd floor) when all of a sudden, I hear someone OPEN UP MY FRONT DOOR AND COME IN. The guy was like "Hello! Hello!", sounded like he walked into the kitchen, and then left. When I heard him come in, I put the covers over my head, like that would save me if he had a gun or something and prayed that he wasn't coming upstairs. I know I locked the door before bed for a fact (thanks Dad for instilling that in me) and when I went downstairs after he left, the door was locked again. You can't lock my door from the inside, if you are going outside. Once you're outside, you have to put the key in and lock it, so that meant he had to have a key to my place. I started to think rationally, and thought maybe he was a maintnence guy or something, even though I hadn't called them to fix anything. I called my mom to bitch to her (and to get some sympathy, I won't lie) and she suggested calling them to find out who it was. So I did, and trying to ask in the most polite manner, "Who the fuck came in my house today?" found out it was a guy from the landlord checking my fire extinguisher or some shit like that. I asked, "Do you think it's possible that they could knock first next time?" I mean, holy shit. Some random person unlocks YOUR door and lets himself into YOUR house. I dare any of you not to shit your pants. I swear my heart was racing for about 4 days after that incident. I don't know why I just typed all that. Now I'm even more jumpier, like it's going to happen again. That's the scary thing about those mantinence bastards. They have a key to your apartment, and can come at any time to scare the shit out of you.

Damnit, it's 3:45 am and it could be noon for all I know. I'm not tired in the slightest bit. I have a really big Sunday in front of me too. It involves......sleeping until 3:30 pm and then uhh.....watching tv.....sleeping some more and definitely staying in my pajamas all day. Yes, I do need a job. Have any of them called me back? No they haven't. I hate you Copy Services, The Junction and Dollar General. I'll get along fine without your money. I'm just kidding. Please please call me. I'm desperate. I jsut hope my mom will lend me $20 or dollars for the upcoming weekend since Keri and Kelly will be here. That weekend is going to be so awesomatic (word copyrighted to Bill), you don't even know. I'm going to tell you stories and you'll all just be like "Goddamn Katie knows how to throw down." That's right, you will actually say "throw down" because you will be so impressed. I'm going to have to drink twice as much too, since I abstained this whole fucking weekend. It will be glorious, glorious indeed.

Days until......
Rufus concert: 3
I get to see my long lost family: 3
Keri and Kelly come: 5
Jenn comes home: None! It's today! Woot woo.
Bobby D concert: 21
I turn 21: Too fucking long.

I just got really excited about all that shit now. Most of all to see the family. I keep talking about it, but so what, it's my goddamn blog anyways. I made a sweetass cd to go to bed to tonight. I just said the word "to" 4 times in one sentence. Yes, I counted "to"night. The cd only took 2 hours to make, and because I'm a caveman, I think that's pretty good timing. Time for the last cigarette until tomorrow. I can't remember if bonjour means hello and goodbye in French. That's really sad, considering I took it for 4 years in high school. Well regardless, bonjour bitches.

This is fact, not fiction for the first time in years.

Just call me Susie Homemaker

I'm becoming so domestic in my old age. Today I did three loads of laundry, ran and emptied the dishwasher, cleaned the bathroom, changed the sheets on my bed and made myself a very nice dinner of fake chicken nuggets, mashed potatoes and applesauce. May not sound like a big deal to you, but I know my mom would shit her pants if she found out I did all of that willingly. (And mind you, I'm not gross, it's not the first time I changed my sheets or cleaned anything here. I just wanted to make that clear.) Everytime I actually clean the bathroom, particulary the toilet, I want to call my mom and tell her. Like she's going to be so proud of me or something. She'd probably be like "Big deal, I've been doing that at home for 21 years." Emily is the clean freak of the three of us who live here, and since she's gone for the weekend, Carly is like "Now we don't have to clean up after ourselves until Sunday!", like I enjoy being a slob like she does. I am not a neat freak by any means, but I do like to live in a clean place. Doesn't everybody? Now I totally understood why my mom yelled at me and my siblings growing up. "Put the dishes in the diswasher!" "If you spill something, wipe it up!" "Change your goddamn sheets!" "If there's no room in the dishwasher, then clean it yourself!" Even this past summer, when I was 20, and living at home, she would have to yell at me to clean off my plate. But then when I'm living at school, I keep my shit in order and bitch about Carly not putting her dishes in the dishwasher. Maybe I clean up after myself because I don't want Emily to yell at me, haha.
Bottom line: Living on my own makes me more responsible. I think. I have to admit the biggest thing I've learned in college is not to drink and smoke pot at the same time, which has nothing to do with being domestic. I used to be able to do it, and most people can do it. I cannot. I get too fucked up and just want to sleep. So I stick to one or the other, and I usually prefer drinking. Maybe that makes me more repsonsible too? Probably not, but who asked you anyways?

I am doing something tonight that I have not done at all this school year. I am staying home on a Friday night. Willingly, at that. Don't call me a loser yet though, I have good reasons.
1. I'm broke
2. Emily is gone. But might be back tomorrow, keep your fingers crossed.
3. Since the football game is away, this weekend is dead anyways.
4. I just don't feel like going out.

Makes sense now, doesn't it? I think so. I watched the Presidental debate tonight, and I don't know why I bother. Maybe I think I'm smarter than the people who don't watch it. But I'm not. Not by a long shot. I don't even understand anything they're talking about. Really the only things I remember is Bush saying, "I know there's rumors out there on the internets about a draft being reinstated, but that's not true." And then when he said "I run a logging business? That's news to me. *Pause for 10 seconds* You want some wood?" That made me laugh hard. InternetS? I didn't realize there was more than one. On that subject, I got my voters registration card for DeKalb today, woo hoo. Don't get too excited for me.

Yay, Jenn just called me from California. Apparently I have become a novelty act for her, because she put Eric and Gabe on the phone just so they could hear me say "blog." I guess I say it weird, but of course it sounds normal to me. I'm not the one with an accent, it's you Sexy Mexy. I mean sheesh, I could barely understand you the first time I talked to you on the phone. Did I make fun? No, of course not. I guess I'm just more sensitive about people's feelings. Haha, just kidding Sexy Mexy. I miss you lady! Come home soon. I want to know seeeeeeeeeeeecrets.

I think I'm going to have a beer right now. I only have one, so I might have to yank some of Carly's rum, or whatever she has. Damnit, she took the rum with her. She's smarter than she looks. I guess I'm going to get trashed by myself tonight on one beer. Goddamn I'm badass. That would be cool if you could get drunk on one beer. Well maybe not. Just in this situation it would be sweetass.

Bill, I am in love with "A Lack of Color" by Death Cab for Cutie. You should get "Transatlanticsim" by them, it's off the same cd. *sip* I hope you're out enjoying your new vehicle tonight!

Yesterday I was cleaning my keyboard, (wow I have an exciting life) and I popped off one of the ctrl buttons, and can't find it. It flew off and is still MIA. Now I have a ghetto keyboard. I'll be sure to update you later on the situation. Ciao bitches.

Assrammers

You know who I hate? Stupid fucks have music playing on their blogs. No one wants to listen to your shitty music.

Crabbypants

I was really crabby tonight. I wasn't all day, and then, after my night class, I'm in the library, doing some homework, and I couldn't find this one goddamn encyclopedia that I was looking for. I got so mad, walked out of the library, and waited to take one of the campus buses back to the apartment. I waited there for 15 minutes, before I gave up and just walked home. At least it was semi-nice outside, but I didn't have any cigarettes because I was going to "try" to quit since I'm broke. I was so mad the entire time walking home, now I'm thinking about it and laughing. Is it normal to get angry over a missing encyclopedia? I don't think so. I think the no cigarettes was getting to me, so I broke down, bought a pack of P-funk lights and a slurpee. Nothing like a Coca Cola slurpee to keep you up all night.

Emily is going home this weekend, and that translates into "this weekend is going to blow for Katie." I want to go home, but I really should just lock myself in my room, and save my money for the next weekend, which is homecoming. Keri and my old roomie Kelly are coming up, and it's going to be sweetass. Maybe I'll actually get homework done, because I have a paper due in the class I'm missing on Wednesday night, when I go home for Rufus.

Wow, I go nothing tonight. Usually I can go on forever in this thing, but I'm drawing a blank tonight. I'm really tired, which is weird, because I thought I would be wired after that slurpee. I think I used up all my energy being a crabby pants earlier. I'm talking to Keri right now, and since she never got me anything for my birthday in May, she said she'll buy me something at the Rufus concert. Well aren't you just the best little sister anyone could ever ask for! I love you lady! Oh, and by any chance, did anyone see Conan tonight? Hilary Duff, Anthony Keidis or whatever his name is, and this band was on, and I liked the song, but didn't catch the name of the band. Help me out here bitches.

Make Money Money Make Money Money Money

Another late night post from moi, don't you love it? You are all very lucky to know me, and that I allow you read my blog. Sheesh I'm generous. But really, I would like to take a second to thank all of the little people, namely Jenn and Bill, who have made my blogging possible. You guys make it fun to keep up with. I honestly thought I would lose interest after a week or two, but it's fucking October already and I'm still going strong. As long as I get fun comments, I will continue to blog. Comments are the best part of the blogging. You have to admit that doing this woulnd't be nearly as fun if you knew no one read what you wrote. So if you read this, leave a comment! Now that I got that out of the way, on to what I'm going to ramble about tonight.

I said I was going to look for a job today, and lo and behold, I actually did. Maybe I ditched a class to go search, but so what? Get off my back about it. I applied at this place called Copy Services where they mainly do copy jobs. (Never would have guessed, right?) There were about 50 other people applying too, but since I actually have experience working with copiers, from working at The UPS Store, I'm hoping that they like me better than everyone else. They all looked like douche bags anyways. On the application, I had to do all this stuipd math shit. I haven't taken a math class since junior year of high school, and I wish I never did again, because I am horrible, awful, terrible, simply suckass-y at math. (I blame my dad. It's his worst subject too. Thanks for the bad math skills and awful eyesight Dad. I still like to remind him of the time I was in 1st grade, and he checked over my math homework for me, said it was OK, but when I got it back, I had one wrong. ) I really couldn't remember how to subtract big numbers from each other. How I ever passed 3rd grade, I'll never know. I must have checked my answers about 30 times. I really wanted to whip out my cellphone and use it's handy calculator on there, but I didn't think that would made me look really good.

Then I went to this restaurant, "The Junction" and applied to be a waitress. It would be really nice to be a waitress, but I don't know if I'm cut out for that. I get pissed very easily, and I can't hide my annoyance for stupid people. I'm not the best at customer service, I learned that at The UPS Store. There I could deal with it though, because people weren't tipping me. Being a waitress though, I know you depend on your tips. This restuarant is open til 4 in the morning though on weekends, and I know drunk people would be coming in all the time. I don't know if I can work with that. They weren't even really loking for help though, I just filled one out, so I'm not going to worry about becoming a waitress yet.

The next place was Dollar General. God, that name just sounds so lame, but I sucked it up, and they said they were looking for people, so I think that one looks promising. Apparently I would get health insurance there and a bunch of other employee benefits, but I'm still under my parents insurance for 3 more years anyways. It's not that big of a store, and it's kinda hidden, so I bet it never gets busy. Who the hell really shops are Dollar General anyways. Plus it closes at 8 pm, so I wouldn't have to give up any nights to party for working.

I'm so used to being able to sleep until noon though everyday, that's going to be a wakeup call if I have to work early in the morning, which I probably would, because I have class from 2:00-4:45 everyday. I'm really bad about waking myself up though. I set 3 different alarms, but there's still days when I wake up late, and realize that I shut all of the alarms off without even waking up. I'm so talented. I need my mom! At home, I would always have to leave her a note to wake me up before she left for work. Maybe I'll get on a regular sleep schedule then, if I have to be up early. What am I talking about, no I won't. I'm an insomniac. I can pretend though. Katie, in bed by 10:30 everynight, getting her 9 hours of sleep. Wouldn't that be loverly.

Speaking of my mom, I really miss my family. I haven't seen any of them since August 17th, when I moved up to school. Two months without seeing any of them! Phone calls just aren't the same. I'll be seeing them next Wednesday, when I go home for the Rufus Wainwright concert though, I can't wait. I won't even be home a full 24 hours though. I have a test at 2:00 on Wednesday, and then a midterm at 3:30 on Thursday. That blows. I might have to bring my notes to the concert with me. Rufus couldn't have picked a worse day to come to Chicago. I'm still fucking excited though.

My mom and dad were in San Francisco this past few days, and my brother was left home alone. I called him a few times to check up on him, and on our conversation ended on Thursday with:
Me: I love you Brother Bear.
J.P: Ok.
Me: Say I love you back damnit.
J.P: *sigh* I love you too.

On Sunday, it went like this:
Me: I love you Beebs.
J.P: I love you too.

Aww, he's precious. And he catches on fast! I can't wait to see him. I know he's going crazy at home, being the only child, with me and Keri both away at school. He's going to be at school next year too! God, I can't believe he's going to be 18 in January. That's too fucked up and makes me feel old.

Lordy, I always make these posts way too fucking long, I apologize. I am the Queen-of-Going-Off-On-Tangents. Jenn leaves for California in a few hours, yay for her. Have a wonderful time with Mr. Eric and Mr. Gabe. And please, for mine and Bill's sake, try not to get arrested. It's tough on us to see Sexy Mexy all locked up. I know you'll have a great time though, send me a postcard! And at least 1 text message so I know you're alive. Au revior bitches.

Not Tired

Holy shit motherfuckers. God I'm hardcore. I'm bored. I hate Bill for being such a goddamn pansy and going to be at 11:30. Who does that? Just becuase you're an old man at 24 doesn't mean you need to get your beauty sleep so damn early. I mean, Christ. I remember the good old days when we would be up until 5:30, or 6:30 for you, watching Animal Jam. I bet the penguin forgot all about us. MOM WHY DON'T YOU KNOCK, I'M BUSY. And who's fault is it? It's yours, and I'm mad now. Jenn has work, and we talked through her cell phone thingy because she's magical like that, but then she had to go too. My roommates all go to bed early, because they must take the pansy-ass pill, just like Bill. So now I'm an insomniac with no one to talk to. This causes me to blog twice in a matter of about 4 hours. Lordy, thats pathetic. I was reading this one girl's blog, your stalker person Bill who left you a comment about Old School, and she has the same background as me. I was trying to read it, and it hurt my eyes. Is my blog like that too, should I change it so you all don't go blind? You know I only want the best for all of you. I'm blind enough already, and none of you should have to suffer like I do. So tell me the 411 on whether my blog is hard to read, and I'll change because I'm a nice lady like that.

Yes, I do have homework to do that I haven't yet. I don't know why I screw myself over, and save it to do in the morning, instead of now, when I obviously have a lot of free time. Now I have to wake up an hour earlier than I normally would. Son of a bitch. It's the price I pay for being a douche bag.

Did you hear that Conan is moving into Jay Leno's time slot in 5 years? I don't think I like that idea. He'll have to change his show, and it won't be the same anymore. He won't be able to bitch about how his show is on so late, that no one knows who he is anymore. I know it gets old, but I still laugh everytime. Conan is the man, and I love him. I still think his prime was when Andy Richter was his sidekick. Goddamn he was funny. I'll admit, I shed a tear when he left. God, stop making fun of me for crying so much. I think I'm going through menopause.

My new obsession: Ray Charles. Why do I wait until people die to discover and love them? Ok, obviously I knew Ray Charles and some of his songs, but I never gave him much of a listen. He has some really pretty songs that I am in love with. I never realized how great his voice is. And all of his song titles are so damn depressing. Again with the depressing shit Bill. We need to get into some techno or something. *sigh* Not that all his songs are depressing, but let me name you the songs I downloaded from him: (and you should download them too). Just looking at these titles will make you sad.

I Can't Stop Loving You
Sweet Memories
Together Again (this one was all you Bill)
I Love You So Much It Hurts
Crying Time
Baby, It's Cold Outside
You'll Never Walk Alone
Georgia on My Mind

Ok, you get the idea. My two favorites are "Georgia on my Mind" and "I Can't Stop Loving You". And now that movie with Jamie Foxx is coming out about him, "Ray". I really want to see that. Might have to wait for the cheap theatres though, since I'm broke as a bitch. I'm really going to go look for a job tomorrow, I swear. I need to become a waitress so I have cash every night. God, that would be sweetass.

This post was orginally going to be about how mad I am at Bill, but I successfully wasted a good 20 minutes typing all this shit out. I'm still mad at you though, don't think you're getting off the hook. You're in big trouble mister! *sip* I really need to get a life. Cigarette time bitches.

Oh how I love you Taco Bell

My junior year of high school, my best friend Megan became a vegetarian, just to try it out and see how long she would last. After a week, she said she was eating healthier and felt better. So I decided to try it, because I wanted to lose some weight. Well four years later, I hadn't lost any weight at all. I went off the college and definitly gained the freshman 15, but I still wasn't eating meat. After not having it for so long, the thought of eating meat disgusted me, and I really never thought I would ever go back to it. There were things that I missed though, like tuna, chicken, Taco Bell and having more than one choice on a menu at a restaurant. The only times I ever cheated was once during my senior year, when I was sick, and my mom made me some chicken noodle soup and then my freshamn year of college, when I promised Emily I would try a real chicken nugget on the last day of school. It was all slimey and gross, so I only took one bite, but I still tried it. I ate Boca Burgers and fake chicken stuff, from Morningstar all the time. They have fake chicken nuggets, chicken patties, corn dogs, bacon and a shitload of other stuff that tasted just like the real stuff to me. Everyone that tried said it was nasty though, and to quote my old roommate Kelly, "tastes like cardboard." I never had the fake bacon, but the chicken patties were damn good. My family make fun of me constantly for not eating meat, especially around the holidays. My Uncle John never got over the fact that I wouldn't have any turkey and my cousins made fun of me for not eating meat, and not having my liscense. Well that all changed this summer bitches.

For some reason, I just couldn't handle it anymore, caved, and started eating meat again. I had never not ate meat becuase of the fact that animals shouldn't be eaten, fuck, I'm the last person to say that, I hate animals. Doesn't bother me one bit that a cow gets slaughtered so we can eat it. (This guy on Jeopardy said it best, "I'm a vegetarian because I hate animals and I want to have nothing to do with them. Amen brotha) I had really only done it for the health factor, and since that didn't happen anyways, why not eat it again? I never even liked tofu. I tried it once and thought it was gross. But anyways, one of the first things I had was Taco Bell. Really good for you, I know. I didn't even eat Taco Bell that often when I did eat meat, but damn, I went crazy this summer. I think I had tacos more than this summer than I ever had eaten in my whole life. I missed tuna like a bitch too, so I ate that up the ass. And BLT's! God, I never realized how much I loved bacon. Everyone was surprised that I never got sick from any of the meat, but I did get sick from White Castle. And God's knows if it was because of the meat, or because of the fact that White Castle's is nasty. I don't think White Castle's hamburgers even qualify as meat, same with Taco Bell. I promised myself I would not start eating Whoppers though, jsut because they have 10,000 calories in them. Not that I watch what I eat anyways, but Christ, who needs that many calories in one fucking sandwich. I did have a Big Mac last week though, and I'm not proud of it. It wasn't even as good as I remember them being, so it wasn't worth it. I had also just seen that movie "Super Size Me", and no one should be eating that shit. One thing I won't eat though anymore is chicken. During the summer, I went to McDonald's with my dad and brother, and I got a Crispy Chicken sandwich. It was fucking gross. All stringy and cartiladge-y, or soemthing, I don't know it was just nasty. So I'll eat bacon and Taco Bell, but no chicken. Wow, how much sense does that make? I still eat my fake meat shit, cause I love it. And I'm sure it's a lot better for you than the real stuff anyways. But yeah, this is my boring post about being a reformed vegetarin. I changed a lot this summer I think. I finally got my liscense, started eating meat again, and I dyed my hair! Sounds lame to you guys, but damnit, it was big changes for me. Go eat a cow bitches!

He's Not That Into You

On Friday night, there wasn't much of anything going on. It was raining out, and made for bad "partying" weather. I was over at a friends drinking, and we ordered a pizza. While we were waiting for it, my friend Kari started talking about this Oprah episode her mom had taped for her, and she wanted us all to watch it. Before you stop reading just because I like Oprah, get over it. She has some good shows damnit. And I think she looks good with her new curly hair. But anyways, the name of the segment was "He's Just Not That Into You". This guy Greg something was on, and he was a writer for Sex in the City, a show that I loved. There was this one epsiode where Miranda was telling the girls about her date the night before. She had asked her date to come up stairs, but he declined saying he had to be up early, but he would call her. All the girls agree that he sounds promising, that it's ok that he didn't want to come upstairs. Carrie's boyfriend of the moment was there, and Miranda asks him for his opinion. He says, "Do you want to know honestly what I think?" Mirand says yes, and he goes "Well, he's just not that into you." They are all horrifed that he would say that, but Miranda starts to think about it, and realizes he's right. So the guy who wrote that episode was the Greg guy, and he also wrote a book called, you guessed it, He's Just Not That Into You. There were all these girls on the show, asking Greg for advice, and after 2 or 3 of them, you knew what he was going to tell them each time. One girl said that this guy never called when he said he would, they had only gone out twice in 2 months, what is the problem? He's just not that into you! It's so simple. If we would only realize that, we wouldn't spend countless hours trying to dissect everything a guy does. It opened up all of our eyes, us 5 girls who were watching it. We were like "Holy shit, it's that easy, who would have thought?" No more wondering whether he's going to call, none of that bullshit. You just need to accept it!

There was this one guy who talked on the show, and he was explaining how there are 4 different "tiers" of women, Tier 1, Tier 2, Tier 3 and Tier 4.

Tier 1 = Always pick up their calls and see them when you can.
Tier 2 = You'll probably pick up the phone if she calls,
but not as often as a Tier 1.
Tier 3 = Pick up if you have nothing better to do.
Tier 4 = Avoid at all costs.

Seeing that made me realize that I am Tier 78 to Eric, the guy I bitched about in my last blog. He didn't even end up calling me Friday, or Saturday. But he did call me today, saying "I might come up there next weekend." Yeah right, assrammer. I don't even want you to anyways now. I mean, I obviously knew that I wasn't Tier 1 or 2 or 3 for him, I'm not delusional. But I don't need his shit in my life, regardless. So screw you Eric. I'm not falling for your shit anymore, or getting myself all worked up over you. I can be somebodies Tier 1, and I know it's not going to be with you. Ok, ok, I know I'm getting all "Go women! We hate all men!" on you, but I mean holy fuck. That Oprah show just totally opened my eyes to all this shit. So if anyone reading this is wondering, "He hasn't called in a week, I wonder if he still likes me" just remember he's not that into you. And I'm sure it works both ways. I mean, if I tell some guy I'll call him or whatever, and I don't, then I guess I'm not that into you either. Or I'm too much of a pansy to call. Guys should still call girls damnit, I don't care if that sounds old fashioned or not. Watch Oprah bitches.

You Don't Have A Clue

My stomach has been in butterlies all day because of a stupid situation that I got myself into. I wrote about my friend Eric that is supposedly coming to visit me tomorrow. I first met Eric in the summer of 2002, right before I was going off to college. That summer Eric and I "hooked up" twice. That bad part is, and don't think less of me when you read this, that he has a girlfriend, and has had one since his senior year of high school. He's 22 now, so they've been going out for about 4 years now. I knew that he had Bisquina (is that not the most fucked up name ever for a girl?) when we messed around 2 years ago, but I had never met her at that point, so it really didn't bother me. Nothing happened between us for two fucking years, and then all of a sudden, this past June, he got a cell phone and started calling me incessantly. I mean, every fucking day he would call me, asking for a "booty call". It was always when he was drunk, and I just brushed it off, but it got really goddamn annoying. I mean, how desperate can you be? It you're drunk, go call your GIRLFRIEND if you want some ass. Doesn't that make sense? He wouldn't give up the entire summer, but we never did anything. On the Fourth of July, I was hanging out with my friends, and all of Eric's friends, and Bisquina was there too. She didn't talk to me the entire time, so I wonder if she knows anything about me, but that's not the point right now. Eric left to drop her off at home, and then came back to the party. Right as he came back, me and Diana were about to leave. I was piss ass drunk, so I just said bye to him and left. On the way home, he called me, asking to come back so we could hook up! He is the ballsiest person I have ever met. I had just been hanging out with you AND your girlfriend, and you have the balls to ask me if I want to mess around with you? Real nice Eric, real nice. But anyways, since I've been at school, he's been calling me almost everyday, of course when he's drunk. (I swear he's drunk more than I am) He's really supposedly to come up here tomorrow, but I don't know if I want him to. I do want ass, because it's been forever, but I feel like Mega-Bitch doing it when he has the girlfriend. And rightfully so, I'm sure everybody who reads this, is thinking. You know what, screw it, I don't care if you judge me or think less of me because I am contemplating it, so think whatever you want about me. I wish I wasn't thinking about this so much, because I know for a fact he isn't. Maybe I get into these kind of situations because I've never had a long term or serious boyfriend. I've always thought of myself as a "guy's girl". I turn buddy-buddy with every guy I meet, probably because I don't really know how to act around guys. If someone does "really" like me, I don't know what to do, and end up turning them off because of my sarcastic humor or just by acting like an idiot. I just don't know how to act towards someone who really likes me, I don't take it seriously. I don't have that high self esteem of my looks, so it surprises me when someone does like me. And for fucks sake, I'm not saying that so everyone has pity for me and goes, "Oh, don't say that about yourself!" I'm not looking for that, or searching for compliments, so save it bitches.

So I don't know if I want him to come up here or not tomorrow. He's going to call tonight, so I'll have to make up my mind by then. Whenever he calls me lately, he keeps asking, "Are we going to get shagadelic?". Who says that? Who do you think you are, a suave ladies man? Nevermind, he can't think that, becuase a "suave ladies man" would not say shagadelic. He's a douche bag. I think I'm pretty much answering my own question here, abotu whether he should come up here, but we'll see. Maybe when he calls tonight, I'll be trashed and will tell him straight up that I think he's a bastard. Woah, I must mean business if i just said "straight up." Now I have Paula Abdul in my head. Emily knows this whole stupid situation, and she goes to me, "Would you ever date Eric?". Are you fucking kidding me? Maybe I complain about wanting a boyfriend, but I'm not stupid. Would you want to go out with someone who acts like Eric? I don't think so. Ok, sorry for boring you all, I think I just needed to get all this shit off my chest. And I definitly blew this situation up more than is nessecary, but oh well, I can be a drama queen sometimes.

I'm taking the cure so I can be quiet
Whenever I want
So leave me alone.

Woo, well said Elliot Smith.