We've been dubbed the creepy/abusive couple. Hey- every relationship needs a foundation, right?

Riiight...


I'm super excited about tomorrow night!!! It's gonna be the greatest! Tom might be there, and we're gonna give him Suzie's number. It'll be rad. I've got a new project! Suzie's gonna date a rock star!! Ow ow! =) I'm giddy.

I just told Zach the carrot story invloving me and my sister...he's rolling on the floor laughing. I swear, I try to share things, and what happens- grief! Oh well...this is what I get for having nothing but stories that come back to haunt me. It gives people something to do...make fun of me.
...meh- I like it...

My cat is asleep on my bed right now. She's so cute...a little orange ball. I feel bad that I'm going to have to move her because she's in a deep sleep. I would leave her, but she's right in the middle on top of stuff. Maybe I'll adjust myself around her...

Everyone tell Chrissy she's hott with dark brown hair, because she is. I mean, she's hott with any color of hair, but this color is just rockin'. Wha cha! Chocolate velvet is a good one for you, friend. Rowr...."can I lick you now?"

The free concert is still going on Friday...BE THERE!!! =)

Remember what I said about Zach being an abusive boyfriend?? Yeah, I'm an abusive girlfriend...I kicked him in the face today! Right after I said, "I would never kick you in the face", my leg moved and I kicked him...it made his head fly back and hit the wall! I'm a horrible horrible person.

He made me a compilation CD and it truely rocks my face. It has really great songs on it. It makes me happy. =) <----me

Tonight we watched Cube and Bubble Boy. The first was a weird but good movie- it seemed like it started and finished in the middle of a story. No intro or conclusion- just plot. It was really interesting though. Do I have to say much about Bubble Boy? It's only the best movie out there that makes fun of pretty much every race/religion/disability...no deaf kids, Mike, but I think you'd like it...tee hee. Plus, Jake Gyllenhall is hott.

"Back off, bitch! He's the messiah!"

I'm choking...I should probably put my arm up, but I'm typing. Does anyone else see a problem here??


Zach's the best boyfriend ever. Why??

First, he went to the zoo with me yesterday while I typed up a newsletter and he stole a ruler with penguins on it. Stole! Nothing says "dateable" like a boy who commits a misdemeanor...

Secondly, he's abusive. Before we ever started dating he kicked me in the face...awwww. He slapped me in the mouth once too. He'll defend himself and say, "she wanted it", but I don't remember that. I remember saying, "(don't) kick me in the face"...the don't was understood... Oh, and verbally- he wrote me the sweetest note today- it said, "I hate you." Lemme tell ya- I swooned when I read this. A full on, "why I declare..." came out of my mouth. I fainted, you know. I did.

Third, he made me freeze. He straight up stole my side of the blanket last night. We were all chillin', watching movies, when he busts out with, "you're touching me...". So, I scooted away and took the blanket with me. What does he do?? He steals the mofo. Again with the theft! Dang, he's sweet. He gave it back to me, but I shivered a good chill...

Fourth... yeah, that's all I've got. He's so rad, he's super rad. He sings Bette Midler, Celine Dion, AND Eminem. He's a keeper, yes he is.

I'm mostly kidding. He would rather I be on his side of the line, and that says it all. =)

In other news- Chrissy and I whoreing ourselves off for gas money isn't working so well. I mean, Zach has a 60% discount...however, Chrissy owns my body. Even if she did give Zach some of the body, I still wouldn't make very much. Being a prostitute is complicated.

By the way, along with the, uh, menu (??ew??), we've added $4 makeout parties. Yup.

Oh, and Aaron- second grade tang...you're such a pervert.

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details on the cult...

Old School is friggin' hilarious. Chrissy and I have had a crush on Vince Vaughn since 8th grade when we saw him in the second Jurassic Park. We even got his action figure... Anyways- we both decided that 6 years later, Vince Vaughn is still adorable. So is Luke Wilson for that matter. He's totally on my list of famous guy's I'd marry.

Back to the movie- RCC kids were everywhere. Tracy, BJ, Chrissy ane me... I laughed a lot- a WUZZLE was in it for the love, so was Snoop Dogg. I was excited about that. Will Ferrell...yeah, we saw entirely too much of that man. He's a funny guy, but really- keep your clothes on. Despite Will Ferrell ass...and lots of it...we enjoyed the movie quite a bit.

After that, we went back to Chrissy's to watch The Knockaround Guys... I fell asleep during it. I NEVER do that. What the crap is that about?? All I know is that Seth Green and Vin Diesel in the same movie amused me for some reason. Then they threw in John Malkovich, so it was the weirdest cast ever. Too bad I never knew how the story line went, so whenever I woke up, I was lost. Oh well. I went home and slept from 1am to 2pm. That's a lot of sleeping...

So, I've noticed that when I'm extremely in like with someone and the feeling is mutual...heck- so much mutual a functional relationship develops...

I've got nothing to write about. I'm not all angsty and whiney. How odd for me. I guess this is what happens. I mean, look at No Doubt... Gwen fell in love and got married, so now all she writes about is dancing, and then slips a Jamaican in there to spice things up a little. Neat. Also, the best stories and poems are about unlucky love. I can only complain about my mother so much. All things bad seem to have either dissappeared, or sunk into the background.

Now, don't get me wrong- I'm happy. I'm happy as a clam. Nothing else...no one else could make me happier. He's the cutest, sweetest, dorkiest, most fun boy ever...plus one. My animals like him...and really, that's the only approval I need. Pfft to everyone else. Well, except for my friends, but they approved pretty much the moment I started talking about him. =) Hey Suzie- "He's cute. You should date him." I am! I'm finally dating one of the boys you said that about!! That's fun.

In other news- RHV is having a FREE (yeah, that's right FREE) concert in Lincoln next Friday. Everyone should go!!!!

Woot.

The funniest thing happened tonight. Zach said he would be nice and not say anything, but I totally have to share because this is just the funniest thing ever...


Ok, so we were going to eat dinner at my house so he could meet my sister, but she wasn't there when we got there, so I decide that we should drive around awhile. I gave him a brief tour of Macon, and when we get back, Tammy's still not there. So then I'm like, "let's go to Boody!" and we did just that. When we get to Boody, we drive by Jessica's house, and then we're on the dark country road- i make it passed the jog ok, but we come along a t-intersection. However, I miss the intersection completely and go flying into the cornfield. It was really the open area between the fields, but whatever- it was NOT the road. The best part was that neither of us started screaming or freaking out. We were both sorta like, "wow...that was not supposed to happen..." and I was like, "um, I'm gonna back up now..." When I was coming up to the intersection, I was like, "I could turn here", and then we go off the road..."Yup. I shoulda turned there." Not a thing wrong with my car, too. Woot for that. =)

Zach got a first-hand account of how my bubble works. The "bubble" surrounds me and protects me from near death experiences. A lot of people have witnessed the magic that is the bubble, but now he knows how it works as well.

Good luck with the competition tomorrow, boys! I'm sad I won't be there!

I wish I were going to the speech tournament this weekend. It's gonna be a rockin' good time, I'm sure. Oh well, I'll get to stay here and spend time with my Chrissy. Stephanie's gonna be home, but not able to hang out with us...bullCRAP! We're stealing her, yes we are.

Oh, guess what- Jessica and I got married last night. I got a boyfriend and a wife all in the same day! Dang, I'm a lucky lucky girl. I've said it before, and I'll say it again- Jessica is quacktastic! QUACKTASTIC!!! Sandra Jeanene Goaley-Crump...I like it. ;)


PS. a BOOB is on the cult- check it out. www.onekissnotongue.blogspot.com

=) =) YAY =) =)

...I've gotta boyfriend...yup. =)

This evening a rare thing occurred...

I actually allowed a boy into the crazy world that is my house. To top that off, I let my mother converse with him. We were there for about two minutes, to pick up Memento, and that was far too long. I decided that having Zach around my mom in small doses will be the best bet. I, of course, was my usual snippy self with her, and for some reason, Zach felt like apologizing for me as we left. That made me laugh...alot. That, and after meeting her, he's still willing to hang out with me...a few more points for you, buddy. =)

After that, we watched movies. Yes, we're movie fiends... We saw Labyrinth, Requiem for a Dream, and Memento. I've seen the 1st and 3rd, and I have one word to describe Requiem...WOW. It's so insane, which is exactly what I like. I decided tonight at FamVid that the reason I met Zach was so he could fill me in on the movies I need to watch...and bring the girl out of me... Oh, by the way, I'm working on being a boy again, but it's a lot harder to go back than I thought it would be. I blame this entirely on Mr. Schultz. If he can figure out a way, then by all means, he can work his magic.

Be proud of me, kids, because today I overcame tons of peer pressure. NO MEANS NO, MIKE HAGAN. He and Mike Huff are trying to get me to go to a 10-day speech trip. a.) I'm no good, b.) I'm a boring person, c-infinity.) my mother. I have other reasons as well, but I put them in their place with the guilt card. I hate using it, but I do when necessary. Bah.

Sledding is the most fun thing ever. Sunday night, Chrissy, Zach, and I sledded in the wee hours of the night. (Shut up! It was midnight in Boston...) We first purchased these inflatable sled things, which, if you ask Zach, are heated... We wanted to buy just a garbage can lid, but we were told that it was not an option. Stupid Wal-Mart workers, and their logic. So then we went to Nelson park where Chrissy proceeded to wussy out, I log-rolled down a hill, and Zach died. It was quite a night. We then went to S&S and downed some hot chocolate...some a little slower than the others...I take back what I said about Chrissy being a wuss due to the fact that I'm afraid of hot chocolate...

On that note~ ignore anything and everything Zach might blog about in the near future. He's gonna talk crazy talk...cheerleading and whatnot... Nope. Didn't happen. =)

Weather permitting...

Tomorrow...MIDNIGHT SLEDDING...either at Nelson Park or the Wildwood Golf Courses.

BE THERE.


~naysayers will be watchmen...you know who you are...~

My plans for today consisted of a speech tournament...however, it was cancelled. I got home at 3 in the am...slept until 6...went to RCC at 7...came back home because the tournament was friggin' cancelled. Meh.

So my non-valentines non-date with my non-boyfriend was nice. I just wish everyone could have had a good time. Sometimes, even the nice guys are jerks. They're just a little more sneakier about it...until they blow it, that is...

Back to my non-date... he didn't get me anything, and I wasn't expecting him to, but I made him cookies anyway. That made him feel bad...not my intentions... We went to visit Mike Hagan at work, and brought him some of the cookies. Walgreens was empty and not at all busy, so we got to chill with him for about an hour or so. It was fun.
After that, we went over to Zach's friend's house to see his "adopted" mom. She's wacky and great. I'm glad I got to meet her.
We left their house and went to McDonald's --very anti-valentines-- where I proceeded to lose points by knowing Hanson songs... the rest of you who know my Hanson secrets...hush your mouths! What Zach doesn't know won't hurt him. I gotta get my points back up before he learns everything! I'm out of the negatives with the cookies, but still...yikes. =)
After we ate, we watched Daredevil. It was actually not that bad. Ben Affleck plays blind well, Colin Farrel is hotter with hair, and Jennifer Garner has fantastic lips. I missed Kevin Smith though...stupid bladder.
We then went to S&S to visit Julie...she hugged me...twice... She hugged Zach too... The things I get myself into. A very bitter (and rightly so) Chrissy joined us, but didn't say much. I heart chu, friend! Baby Jesus...what? She left around 1:30, but Zach and I hung around for about an hour longer...

PS. Thank you for listening to my mindless ranting...it's a very sweet thing, and I appreciate it...

(end girly moment...........now...bah)

So, after hanging out with Ben (I may have broken his heart...but his hair is awesome...) and the new baby llama (baby llama drama...), Chrissy and I had some good old-fashioned friend time...yay. I hadn't been to her house in a good three weeks... That's so insane. We finished watching The Other Sister... 'tis the girliest movie of all time. Aaron came over and got the tail end of it...Chrissy and I stifled our "awww"s as best we could, but I know a few escaped. Meh- he liked it.

I got a valentine a day early. Mike got us chocolates, which we proceeded to mutilate, violate, and rip apart in general... Yummy. =) "Eat the cha cha!" "No, YOU eat the cha cha!" "Dan ate the cha cha..." Thanks, Mike! You're our favorite.

In other news- HAPPY VALENTINES/VAGINA DAY!!!! I love how Vagina Day always falls on something fun. Renizzle's birthday...Post Cram Jam...Sadie Hawkins...and now Valentine's Day. Hooray! Spread the love, not the vagina. Woot.

I'm going to see Daredevil tonight with Zach... apparently it's a non-couple movie, and this is a non-date...or something like that? We're celebrating Singles Awareness Day...or SAD if you're down. Whatever, yo- I'll give you a discount...

Happy Valentine's Day...one and all. Wha cha!

I'm listening to the Everclear CD that Zach thrust upon me, and as much as I don't want to admit it...it's mildly enjoyable in that sugar-coated cereal way...I don't know what that meant. He's also making me listen to The Pixies, which I'm pretty sure I'll enjoy...I just have to get around to it. Listening to a CD is an experience for me. I absorb, acknowledge, and judge. What?

Chrissy is so ill. She needs to buck up and makeout with me...I mean hangout with me. She just needs to stop being smelly first...nah- I'd still kiss her- one kiss, no tongue! We have a meeting at the zoo tomorrow, friend. Maybe we'll make a trip to the barn...

...I didn't say that.


Today my mother and I went to Champaign to see the house with Teri. She told us it was a trailor, so I was super skeptical, but this house is NOT a trailor. It's a really long, pre-fab, ranch-style house. We even have a garage. It has three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a huge kitchen, and a washer and dryer. What the crap? I was slightly sad that our first house fell through...I was attached, but I think it's because it had orange shutters and a bullet hole... That house had character, yo. I intend on making this one, at least my room, Sandra-fied. I don't quite know what that means, but I'm sure it involves nail-polish art and decoupaged furniture. =) Also, this house is on Appletree Drive. How cute is that?? (Shut up, boys...Gimme my girly moments now and then...jerks...)

This line in one of the Everclear songs just popped out at me: "I'll always be weird inside, I'll always be late..." Sound familiar? Hmmmm.

As for my mom, we will never be on the best of terms...our relationship is forever rocky, but at least I didn't want to poke her in the eye today. We're making progress, I'm sure. Yesterday, we had generic mother/daughter time...we cleaned the basement together. I became asphyxiated from a bleach/other cleaning product combo. All things fluid exhumed themselves from my head via my eyes and nose. It was gross, and I had to take a fifteen. I should have learned my lesson from that time at the zoo...remember that Suzie??

When all that was done, I headed over to Zach's and spent a good 10 hours with him. Two o'clock in the morning must be our cutoff time or something. For two people who aren't dating...hmm. Anyways- he, Aaron, and I went to see Shanghi Knights. It was ok...it had it's moments. Of course, we went to S&S afterwards and Mike Hagan joined up with us. I learned about "The Circle" which is kinda gross when you think about it...buncha lip sluts. I also left a coffee stain on Mike's shirt. It's a symbol of our friendship- it'll stay there forever...the same amount of time we'll be friends. Oh, and for the record- I am NOT fearing Mike's wrath. It's the other way around. He's skeeerd...

beancrock

Update on my mom:

She called the Whit mom at 8 o'clock this morning and told her that I refused to live with Teri, and that she and I are going apartment hunting tomorrow...where my sister used to live. What the crap??? She has seriously flown off the deep end here. I never said that I refused to live with Teri. NEVER. I want to live with Teri and Chrissy. Mom needs to back the eff off. Unfortunately, we don't have control over each other...at all. I get "grounded" every time I stay out too late...note how I say "every time", yet I still continue to stay out. Last night, I came home at 11:30, and she said, "if it happens again, you're grounded." How does one ground a busy college student? How does one ground a busy college student who never gives all the details?

Ok, so she and I just got into an argument... She gave me her usual "I've had to go through so much since your dad died, and I don't need you making things worse." I'm selfish, irresponsible, and disrespectful. I know this quite well. I don't quite know why I act the way I do towards her, but I know it won't stop any time soon, especially when the two of us are equally crazy. GAAAAHHHH!!!!!

My mother is insane. Now, I know I contribute to the insanity, but really, is it absolutely necessary to call the Whitacre house FIVE TIMES, and leave me FOUR VOICEMAILS wondering where I am?? She's needy, she's anal, she's hypocritical, she's compulsive, and she's everything I never want to be. My biggest fear in life is turning out like her. Sure, she worries about me, but she takes it to such an extreme level. I only do the things I do just to make her angry. I don't share information, or I leave out details because, even though it sounds bad, I hate it when she's a part of my life. I have never told her the whole story...on anything. Never once has she gotten details on my "love life"... The only reason she knows there "might be a boy" is because of Chrissy and Suzie's mom. Is it bad when my friends' mom knows more about me than my own?? I mean, Mom still doesn't know about the speeding ticket...good lord.

The sad thing is, I like it that way. I always have. I don't share things because the things are mine. She's been super invasive all my life, so what I can keep as mine...I keep as mine. I don't want her to know about me, I want her to leave me be. She could give me the "I carried you for nine long months" spiel, but oh- she didn't. Not once have I been that spiteful and played the, "you're not my mother" card, but she's totally pushing it. I won't because that would sting her beyond repair, I'm sure, but sometimes I don't think before I speak...we all know this quite well. Gah, this has been a negative blog.

On a more positive note...I like Zach. He's rad because he watches the Disney Channel as much as I do...we spend too much time together...I'm not complaining...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CHRISSY AND SUZIE!!!!!



20 is old.

This weekend was insane. Insane!!! Warning: this'll be long...

~Friday, we left RCC at six in the morning...apparently the same time I called Zach...sorry...and made our way to Freeport, Illinois for a speech tournament. On the way there, dead baby jokes were told...one of them made Julie cry. We felt bad, but because the rest of us are insensitive jerks...we prolly felt a little less bad than we should have... She recovered and I gave her a penny to throw at someone. She felt better after that.

We get to the school around 9 or so...I didn't have a round until 4pm. I watched a Parli round, saw Dan's STE twice...Mike's once...and mingled with guys from other schools... Can boys smell another guy on a girl or what? I'm just sitting around, minding my business, when a guy from ICC sits down to talk with me...he even went to watch one of my rounds...what the crap?? The rest of the tourney, he proceeded to smile, wave, and say hi. I never even asked the kid his name- in fact I only talked to him when he asked something. Boys are weird and dumb. Then, there were the Moraine Valley boys...I thought they were cute from past competitions (even though Tony always used to tell me they weren't...), so when they started talking to me, I was thinking, "Why now???". Their names are Brian and Adam and are really nice. I didn't feel guilty about talking with them, but I was thinking, "This would be much more fun if Zach were here..."

My prose bombed, but it's because I didn't practice it at all. Ok, so it didn't bomb horribly, but didn't do as well as it has. Mike's prose rocked, and he got third in finals. That's the only good thing I will say about Mr. Hagan for now...but we'll get to that later...jerk... =)

Most of us went to sleep before midnight...that NEVER happens.

~Saturday at the tourney was great. Chris and I rocked the house down with our duo. We placed 1st, 2nd, and 4th...not quite good enough to make it to finals, but Sam Straka told us that we were 7th place...one away from making it to the final round. We did so much better than I thought we would have. If we sharpen things up, hopefully we'll place at the next competition...which is at ICC on the 15th...

Another great thing that happened, was this balloon was stuck on the ceiling...like, 40 feet up, and Mike really wanted it. So, being the nice people we are, Sam Davis and I worked for an hour to construct this tube of paper and tape just to get it down...and we did. Booyah! The monsterous balloon-catching device is going to make it's home in the speech room...I'd also say the balloon would as well, but Mike shelfed it...jerk...

So, the ride back home was...interesting. Mike was sleeping with the top of his head facing me and it looked like it wanted to have chap stik smeared all over it- in fact, it asked me- it gave me the girl's international sign for chap stik. What else was I to do?? Sam had sprayed me with boy cologne earlier, so I got the idea to spray Mike with my girly spray stuff- on his head. Mike then got shaving cream and held it in his hand for a good half hour- I knew he had it, I threw things at him to catch, but he couldn't because he had a hand full of shaving cream. I just didn't know when he was gonna attack...and attack he did. I smelled like a boy...buuut- the shaving cream he got on my hands, I put in his ear. How do you like that, Mikey? hmmm? His whole goal of the evening was to get me to drop the f-bomb. I was doing so well until Aaron called my phone and wanted to talk to Mike. Then the inevitable happened...Aaron told Mike to shelf my phone...and he did...while doing the horribly disgusting "DONE" thing... Mike then passed the phone around to Sam, Chris, and Dan, and THEY all proceeded to shelf it (if you don't know what shelfing is...ask a boy...). We were pulling into the school's parking lot at this point, and I dropped some bombs...three in fact. "Eff you!" Mike is an "Effer!!", and "Give me the effing phone!!!" Mike won that round...ass...

Then, me being covered in shaving cream, went to meet Aaron at S&S. He too shelfed my phone. ~I hate them all~ Mike joined us after going home to change (because he's a pansy and couldn't handle a little shaving cream), and I most definitely let him have it. Amy and Terri were also there to cheer me on. Ha! His food...his drinks...I had no mercy. The night ended with cheese in his ear. I'm semi-fearing the future wrath of Mike Hagan, but for now... SIT DOWN.

I am effing tired. Yup, it's 5 in the am and I'm about to leave for a speech trip. I felt guilty about not blogging yesterday, so while I dry, I'll do just that- blog, not feel guilty...tools...

I hung out with Zach Schultz again last night... we watched Godmoney. The lead character looked like he could have been John Malkovich's son...he also had a clown nose under his ski mask. It was a good movie- pointless, but good nontheless. The grossest part was the New York Smiley Face...look it up, but be prepared to squirm. Ew.

Zach talked "puppy talk" (you know what I'm talking about) to his dog and got all embarrassed about it, but it was cute- it made me smile. He also sang Celine Dion and Eminem, which did NOT make me smile...I'm pretty sure I mocked and scowled. "You can fit apples in that jar???"

We also started to watch Fight Club, but we were interupted by Chrissy and Aaron, and headed over to Steak & Shake. Sting's son was there, and I'm not joking. Sting! His son! Yeah, we stayed there until about 1 in the am...I got 3 hours of sleep...I need new friends...

Plain White T's, Hot Rod Circuit

Friday, March 14th
6pm- all ages
The Metro in Chicago- $10

I'm forming a posse- let's go!!! =)

When did I become such a girl?? I know I say this a lot, but I really want to know... Yeah, I'm taking my friendships for granted and spending quite a bit of time with the boy (it's Zach, by the way, in case y'all are slow...). Three days straight, yo. It's starting...duh duh duuuuh. I also didn't get to see him a whole lot today and I felt slightly distressed about it. Bah to that- the distressed part. I generally don't get that way, but I guess the girly girl in me is wading her way to the surface. Gross. I'm not saying we should spend every waking moment together, because we aren't even dating and that would get annoying, buuut I guess it made me realize that I like him...a lot...gah.
I'm going back to being a boy...only not. =)

In related news, yesterday was the funnest day ever. Inside jokes up the friggin' wazoo. (What exactly is a "wazoo"? I hope it isn't dirty because my grandma used to say it a lot...) If you'd like to read some of the jokes, read either Mike or Zach's blog- links located at the top of the page...

Last night was pretty great too. Mike, Aaron, Zach, and I went to see The Recruit. The movie was not bad, but the shenanigans in the theatre were hilarious. We were the only people in there, and by the time we were out, we had butter stains all over our clothing, and popcorn kernals coming out of weird places...wait- maybe that was just me...jerks. Zach, the entire bag was meant to hit Mike, I swear, but you, um, got in the way...? Sorry about your glasses...tee hee. The poor guy who had to clean the place probably didn't get out for a good hour. When we got out, Mike, Zach, and I went to S&S (sorry, Chrissy!) and met up with Erin, Terri, and Amy. It was way fun. The best part was when Erin told Terri to taste her water because they had put stuff in her first glass before we got there, so Terri did taste it- and spit the water back into Erin's glass. It was sooo funny.

For the record- I own Batavia (pronounced: buh tay vee ah...losers).

Oh! I heard the worst joke in the world yesterday, and I shall share...

How do you fit twelve dead babies into a bowl?
~a blender
How do you get them out?
~nachos...

sick + twisted + wrong = those demented guys I hang out with

HELL

I'm a horrible friend...


I LOVE YOU, CHRISSY!!!

Well, today was interesting. It's pretty neat how everyone is involved in my business. Yup- NEAT. It's ok though because they all mean well and like it when I'm happy. Oh, the mass amounts of people that care about me... =)

Other things that happened yesterday that I meant to blog about...

Chris and I got together to work on our duo. I think it's gonna be really good. Mike critiqued it today, so we have a few more things to work on, but I actually really like it. Yay for that! Now I just need to brush up on my prose piece, and I'll be rockin' the casbah this weekend. Wha cha! (that's actually a lie, I'm so not good at this stuff. I'll be rockin' something, but prolly not the casbah...) Aaron and Zach aren't going though. =\ Oh well... Mike, Chris, Dan, and Sam will keep me entertained. I'm predicting mass amounts of teasing...jerks. =)

After the duo practice, Chris and I went to BINGO with the rest of the speech team kids. I have cancer now...of some vital organ, I'm sure. Nonsmokers do not know how to handle a cigarette-smoke filled room. The best part was a game called, "Butt Crack", because people would randomly yell out, "BUTT CRACK", and it was too too funny. I guess you had to be there, but it had Dan and I rolling...

When bingo was over, Chris, Zach and I headed back to Chris's to watch the end of a Miles Davis biography. When that was over, Zach and I went to s&s and stayed there forever...until 2 in the am. I prolly should have gone home a long time before that, but well, yeah- stupid boys and the effects they have on me. =)

To quote Suzie..."you like it"...chut up.

I blew things out of proportion...meh- I'm a girl. It happens.

All I have to blog about at the moment is that all is well in the land. Disaster it was not. The stupid thing I did...well, I'm never gonna live it down, but good came out of it. See, kids? Taking risks ain't so bad. The results could have been much worse, so I'm pleased with what went down. I would like to apologize for flipping out without knowing all the details, but that's generally when I do flip out. Assuming things ALWAYS gets me into trouble.

One last thing...
Zach's pretty rad. Yup- rad...definitely not neat. =)

I have one word for the monster truck rally: neat. Yeah, that's right. It was everything I thought it would be- I devoted an entire roll of film to various mullets... The best part was that a group of college students came in with mullet wigs, camoflauge caps, and wife beaters. It was fantastic.

Other than that, the night was fun. I like my sister's boyfriend and his kids. They were way amusing and cute. I could definitely get used to them. Did someone say "Aunt Sandra"?? Tee hee. Today is Tammy's 29th birthday...wow, my sister is old.

Chrissy and Suzie's birthday is in one week! Age 20, here we come... I guess that means mine is in two months and ten days. Yikes.

I may have done something stupid, but what else is new? Duh duh duuuuuh...

So, after having time to dwell and sleep- I'm over what happened. Several things were annoying me, but the boy took it over the top. I'm sure I blew things out of proportion, because I tend to do that, so who knows...

I need a vacation.

Hey! If someone who is going to the show tonight wants to buy me the new RHV cd, I will pay you back when you give it to me. =) Have fun without me, kids.

Boys are so effing dumb. Most of all, I feel dumb for falling into the same routine. My idealistic mind still has hopes because I'm stupid like that, because tonight was good until the end. Seriously, I'm not an angry person, but if you want to make me mad...be a boy I obviously like, and do something dumb. I know this makes no sense and I'm being vague, but this is just a mild rant. I want to yell at him when I see him or something...even though I won't. I know he reads this and I hope he figures out that he is "Boy B" if he hasn't already. I'm so transparent, it's disgusting. I don't think I'll see him the rest of the weekend, so who knows. Bah. I hope he has fun with the other girl...meh.

I'm gonna go wallow in complexity in a dark corner or something until the monster truck rally tonight. Mullets, mullets everywhere... =)