i learned how to crochet recently.
i made a scarf kinda.
old lady transformation complete.

heat included

we be lookin' for somewhere to live??

can't wait for thanksgiving food and my weird ass familyyyyyyyy.

well oops

I have $36 in my bank account and no employment to speak of. I love a good challenge.

he made me so haappppppy.

asphixiated

I am becoming defined by things like

-strawberry poptarts
-forgetting the importance of money
-being too easily angered
-wanting new frames for my glasses
-feeling highly unintelligent
-skipping my 4:00 class
-being the palest I can be

so.

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhffgdsdf

all we have in the fridge is filtered water, coors light, and jam.

i love jam.

i'm doin' laundry. it's gonna be warm.

my ipod is in a coma after only a month of life.

and more trubbs.

just all around a big weekend.

actually, the allergy might be to ragweed.

feels

the way I feel about school when I'm at home and when I'm actually at school are two such different things.

maybe I'm allergic?

capesies last week was so nice. here's a brief synopsis in list form because i love making lists.

- inaugural fried clams

- craigville beach

- orleans game
- molly and stephen visits

- i found a long lost palmer!

- chilly nauset beach

- the quest for chicken tenders, ultimately victorious

- pink mint chocolate chip ice cream

- rookie sunburn

the following sunday was sixflags, which meant some serious mind erasage was gonna go down. like a boss. it rained most of the day. not bossy. still funsies.

state of flux

i kind of can't wait to not work at will.i.ams sonoma anymore so that maybe my back problems will vanish. nuisance.

also a bunch of us were at chunks' house in chelmsford the other night and i was yawning by 9:30.

i hope it's all just my old ladyness kickin in and not mono rearing it's nasty-ass head at me again.

although i don't know any old ladies who drunk text, i did dance around wearing a fanny pack.

i went to the doctor's again so they could possibly tell me why i get the worst migraines ever and why i must vomit up Molly's delicious pink-frosted birthday cake as a result. the doctor i saw was not my primary care physician and also happened to know about as much as me in regards to neurology/anything. so he passed me off to a neurologist, with whom i have an appointment some time in august.

tuesday i lost my warped tour virginity. two guys forced headphones on my ears, making me listen to their wicked mediocre pop punk band. i was about to completely run away from them when we realized that our mutual friend is none other than Tone, who was on the other side of the country on this particular day. after this i felt obligated to buy an EP from them, so i bartered and i fucking did because i can be an ok nice person sometimes.

now it is saturday and i am down the cape. josh and i have talked about how funny/scary german is, and i've caught him listening to taylor swift on a few occassions. i keep seeing the cutest dogs and making weird noises at them like they're mine. this week i have big plans for a flea market and a thrift store in a church basement down the street. family time.

math curse 09 gimmmmmme vitamin C!

berry pickin' - berries = ice cream

workin' + cramps = jk not workin'

workin' = my fucking back hurts

people i haven't seen since graduation + coors = i have 4 friends

jenna - conar = wah

dreams about astronautica + telling people = judgment

all this rain and this morning finally a decent thunderstorm.

I'm hangin out in mom's bed because I woke up ridiculously early with a stomach ache. watching travel channel's Extreme Restaurants because that is the kind of obligatory show you watch in these situations. after seeing the profile for this restaurant, I've decided to have a destination birthday party here:






Modern Toilet started in Taiwan, and it is poop-themed. you're invited, heheh bring yo' freeynds.

GOOD DAY

2 tshirts, 1 jacket, and a pair of heels for under $14. practical theft. may I add that two of my purchases are still rockin the shoulder-padded look.

I showed my mom the jacket and I saw all faith and hope she ever had for me and my future visibly drain from her soul. this windbreaker is like no other I have seen in at least 15 years (my memory from age 3 is fucking sharp, especially if we're talking about a jacket of this caliber). teal, blue, red, and purple vomitted all over nylon and I bought it. I couldn't not.



I told Sarah we could share it next yr so she wouldn't have to be jealous.

the guy at fiskes's(ks'sk's'sk's?) gave molly and me free erasers.

then we watched the octopus man story.

so what I'm trying to say here is my day off was so glorious.

mom found a beer cap on the countertop that I neglected to see, let alone throw away.

aka I'm gonna kill Pat. I would have gotten away with it.


in other news
I think I'm turning into a grandma because
1.) my neck and shoulders always hurt
2.) my driving has sucked so incredibly much lately. driving in the city the other day, I was almost beside myself
3.) being grouchy or maybe just always needing more sleep. either way.
4.) I'm slowly caring less and less about how I am physically presented to the general public
5.) working at the williams sonoma (with women who have grandchildren/are of grandma age)
6.) on saturday night, I stayed in and watched a show about tornadoes on the weather channel and "Hannah and Her Sisters" on demand. I'm not ashamed, it's just weird.

not your average house party?

formula for success/a huge mess the next morning:

3 p's

pineapple (get drunk and take a bite)

peanut butter (leah chose chunky, that's fine)

and petting (because it's all good.)

puking also ensued, try to avoid that one.