Riiiiiiiiight

Well, yesterday was intense, let's see...

I woke up really early so that I would be ready to leave when mother got home from the hospital, which she said would be around 9:30. Yeah, she got home at a quarter after 11, and we didn't get to beachwood until like 12:30. It was stupid anyway- we should have just gone to Crocker Park, It's got like all the same stores. The only thing worth visiting at Beachwood was the Sephora, which was cool, but I didn't get anything, but I should have- they had some really cute lip glosses; and Pottery Barn, where we basically got 102430 catalouges. We didn't buy anything. It was stupid. I got to drive, though- that was fun.

And then I went and got ready and then I went to Elizabeth's house. It was cool, I guess. Katey and Nick showed up eventually, and we hung out for a bit, and then they took off for National Treasure (which they were once again thwarted from) and I left for the play.

Then the play was okay, but as usual just didn't work out right. I hope that tonight it will finally go perfectly smoothly, being closing night and all. However, I have little hope for that.

Then I went back to Elizabeth's for her party, which was pretty fun and all, I met new people, which is always good. Mary and Bodine and Steg and I all talked about the play and its profound...ness. Nothing major to report there.

Okay, so tonight the cast party is supposed to be a cocktail theme? What the hell am I supposed to wear?! A bloody formal dress? I am so confused... like Mary said, all the crew people will show up in jeans, and all the cast people will be dressed up nicely, and yeah. They will look down upon us for what we are- lesser than they. Oh, well.

Now I am wondering where my mother is because we are supposed to go out to lunch with the kind of cousins from Michigan. I thought they were from Chicago, but I guess they moved a long time ago. That's stupid. Why would you move out of Chicago- honestly now.

I made a myspace today so I could harass Katey polefko. I'd tell you to check it out, but I have no idea what the link to it is.

I also desire to go shopping with Elizabeth. She wants to return some stuff and I have to buy her a present and give her the little part of it I already have.

Welp, leave it.

yo ho
yo ho
a (bit sleepy and irritated) pirate's life for
~me

What is Real?

Ever have one of those twilight zone days? That's what today was. Don't want to go to sleep, because the twilight zone is pretty cool.

I was watching I heart the nineties 1999, and the Matrix was the last part, and they kept showing all these scenes from it, and I saw one from reloaded, and it pissed me off, becasue that movie isn't from 1999, it's from 2003. Then I just realised it was pathetic that I noticed that.

Welp, from my super-long chats with friends to my renewed acquaintances to the urban outfitters I thought I'd never see again, today has been unreal.

Here's to more days like that.

::cheers::

drink up mi hearties
yo
ho

I'm Begging you to be My Escape

Es-cop-ay.That's right; Finding Nemo.

Anyway, I feel like reporting again, because I am all-powerful and awesome and just had a splendid day to follow my splendid night.

I first stopped at Tops and picked up the stuff mother needed along with Rory's Gatorade. 3/$6.00, not too shabby. (yes, I bought gallon-sized ones) then I went to Wallgreens and got the coolest bows ever for his gift. Yeah, that's right- bows. A pink normal one, and a white curly one, and a blue springy bow of majik. Anyway, so then I took ror-dawg his gatorade and hung out at his house for like two and a half hours. He sang me the basement ballaz song, which I am very sad to say I have never heard prior to this time. Basically, it was an awesome song.

Yeah, so then after my extended chat session, I called Caitlin and we progressed to Urban Outfitters, which opened today at Crocker Park. I bought a nifty shirt. After waiting in line for about 45 minutes (I had already shopped for like an hour, mind you- Caitlin had to get there, so I walked from Eddie Bauer, where I had to buy my mother stuff, to Borders, and it was freezing and made my hair icky) I decided to call it quits.

Man, I can't wait for Christmas/Birthday time!

My birthday= Dec 23, fyi.

anyway, I'm off to prepare for my annual "waste away on the television" night.

Lost + South Park = joy.

yo ho
yo ho
a (hyper-excited) pirate's life for
~me

Recipe for GREATNESS

So, last night, super fun, as usual. I weaseled my way into being "nee-ner, nee-ner, nee-ner" at my padres. Man, they really are suckers. :-D

Anyway, so, I just finished a vair vair delicious frappy-like substance. Only better. So much better.
Needed:
Blender
choco-mix (awesome generic stuff)
starbucks frappicino mocho low-fat ice cream bars (not so generic)
vanilla soy milk (or regular milk, if you're like that)
hazelnut flavouring

blend. Pour into your handy-dandy Applebee's stolen cup (perfect size, let me tell you) consume with relish and enjoyment.

Currently listening to Dane Cook. Funny, funny shit. Mostly.

I had a frolic-worthy Crocker Park experience yesterday. Girls night. Con el chicos.

I think I may need un chico soon. :-
Welp, leave it, text it, call it, shout out, E-Mail, page, fax, or snail mail it here.

Peace, out, dawgs.

yo ho
yo ho
a (fun!) pirate's life for
~me

Tainted Love

I have reason to believe that I have excellent luck in finding useable pens. I just found another very nice one here in the computer lab. It’s one of those nice, smooth rolling ones, with the little grippy things. I found two blue ones just like it before, one in the RC, and one in the parking lot at Caribou. I like pens. Now, if only any of the pencils I found were useable.

Speaking of Caribou, I went there yesterday (along with about 20392309 other days) and got a decaf Caramel Cooler. (I always get decaf- I figure it’s better for you) Anyway, so the lady working was like, “I didn’t recognize you at first with your hair down. It’s cute, I like it.” I was like, “um, thanks”. Basic gist of the story is: the people at the Caribou on West 210 and Centre Ridge definitely know and recognize me. Including that cute guy. And my yoga instructor. Sweet. I definitely am one cool cat.

I haven’t written much in here recently. Not that that really matters, as no one seems to read it anyway. Nor do I generally read anyone else’s bloge. Also, thanks to my little away message on Saturday, my parents are super, super mad, and I definitely have to stay off the Internet at home. Oops. At least they haven’t disowned me. I just may be forced into like, psychotherapy. Which, all in all, could be a good thing. God knows I’m a raging sociopath.

I spent my lunch with Katie and Elizabeth, and we had a super-fun time. I haven’t laughed that hard in a while.

I was kind of mad, since, being that I was in a depressive mood on Saturday, I didn’t have tonnes of fun at Kate’s house- but I did have a good measure of it. We had a stoma meeting- that’s always resplendent. And they had good pizza from Costco. And besides that, I talked to Lyla on the phone about whether or not I need psychiatric treatment. I’m kind of thinking I don’t, but who the hell knows?

I did finally go into the chiropractor. That was nice. I think. I almost killed the guy though. Oh, well.

Anyway, no play tonight, thank God. I do have shot-put, but that’s not so bad. I think I am most definitely getting stronger. Watch out, I may have to beat you up.

On a lighter note, I think some people are really really stupid and should get a few more brain cells before they continue making retarded decisions. Then again, when one lives in their own little twisted Matrix of the world, who can really judge the sanity of them? I think I need far, far, far less psycho-treatment than… others.

Welp, that’s all for now.

In case you actually read this, Happy Birthday Big R, since I will most likely not get to post tomorrow. Also, shoot-outs to- Shannon, Trish, and Joelle, whose birthdays went seemingly unnoticed by myself.

And would someone out there read this?

yo ho
yo ho
a (headached) pirate's life for
~me