annnnnd here we go.
i went to a gallery opening tonight in long island city the first time i've been to LIC in years i forgot about the amazing view of the city and how every thing is so beautiful and industrial there i wish that i could afford it i keep thinking about the 18th and seeing everyone again oddly enough i even hope that thomas is there and that i can be excited about the past and listening to records and music and laughter and hugs i want hugs shit i haven't been to hugs all summer that bar was awesomeness i'm talking to scott now and i think that this friendship is the most to say the least (a fantastic line from grease, i haven't watched that in so long) i am growing a little bit of confidence each day i feel like someone with a broken bone growing ever so faithful in their ability to put pressure on their wounds at some point they just won't notice it, but they'll be walking.
walking walking walking.
with pride.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
assholes...
SO... my car was broken into... again. This time in my fucking driveway! And not only was it broken into, but the little shits tried to steal it. Fucked up the steering column. Fucked up the keyhole. Then we got the key stuck in the ignition when we were trying to make sure it turned on. Then it got so stuck that it wouldnt turn at all. Now it is inoperable . And of course it had to happen on sunday, when no shops are open. Poor little car :*(
What is wrong with people?
What is wrong with people?
Saturday, September 6, 2008
heyo!
last night was the first friday night at purch, and well it was pretty standard. the usual parties in the streets of the olde, some familiar faces and soooo many dumb freshman. me and sarah got fed up avoiding the cops, so we had a mini party in our apt instead. which quickly turned into everyone drinking and smoking and being entranced by our baby hamsters. they are a great conversation piece. ha.
ahhh so dumb. i just realized i left my newly fixed bike out all night. all during that rainstorm. grrr.
mom- that picture makes me reallyyyy happy.
i can't wait for you ladiez to get up here. that weekend we all are reunited will be glorious. i miss you all and its weird being at purchase and not having you all right next door to me.
loveeeee youu!
-Jean
ahhh so dumb. i just realized i left my newly fixed bike out all night. all during that rainstorm. grrr.
mom- that picture makes me reallyyyy happy.
i can't wait for you ladiez to get up here. that weekend we all are reunited will be glorious. i miss you all and its weird being at purchase and not having you all right next door to me.
loveeeee youu!
-Jean
Friday, September 5, 2008
i liked yones' free write. here i goes.
damn it's cold in here why did I think the air conditioning was such a good idea oh yeah that's right we walked home from the atlantic avenue stop in 8 layers of all black from work. speaking of work today I made 70 buxxx for lunch which is dope because it's been so fucking slow lately why is our economy so fucking shitty? who the hell is sarah palin and i hate her guts and her alaskan children who does she think she is? who the fuck is old man mcain anyway, this better not be another 2004 disappointment. this music is dope thanks jones. today I was in the 100s which is usually reserved for senior servers and josh c was in the 200s and got in a fight with phil and had to have a sit down talk for like a fucking hour they were both very upset. josh c is one of the senior servers who pretty much owns the place and is a little gay georgia peach.. but a round blue eyed one who is just a darling. with a tude. love him. and phil is our general manager who will cut you with his eyes. and is asian.
I am not very good at free writing. done.
cole might be moving in with us. what's up AV-3!
I ROVE AND MISS YER BRITTS AND ARYSSE.
I am not very good at free writing. done.
cole might be moving in with us. what's up AV-3!
I ROVE AND MISS YER BRITTS AND ARYSSE.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Greetings from the Roc!
So, I'm here, I finally made it to the blog that was created out of the apartment I lived in. I'm glad I made it, yet I feel slightly left out because I didn't know this thing existed until a month after it was created. Bitterness aside, I am here, and that's what really matters!
Let me start off by saying how much I miss all of you. There is not a day that goes by that I don't find myself talking about my roommates. I still say roommates because ex-roommates or former roommates sounds so, ugh, and I really just feel dirty even thinking about it. I can't wait for our reunion in a few weeks, it is going to be the best weekend, probably ever.
Since I have moved home, I have learned a few things about life and myself. Some are new things, some are recent realizations of things that were always there, and some of it is just the same old shit. Everything has its pros and cons though, sweet and sour, you get the picture.
Rochester is not that bad, I've really grown to appreciate this place and Im not sure if I will stay here or where I will go from here, but I feel free. Living is easier and I can feed myself now, oh I bruise a lot less now too. I think that has something to do with the eating real food thing, not 2am veggie burgers and fries from Crown Fried Chicken LOL There is the down side to that though, I don't have my ladies. And since I have moved home, I have had a 50% decrease in the Rochester friend count as many of my friends here have fled to other cities. By January, the only close girlfriend I have here, Catherine, will probably have run away to Colorado to live with her boyfriend who just moved there last weekend. I don't really want to think about it.
More new things: my hair is turning into a serious mullet and I have no future plans of getting rid of my baby waterfall in the back. I have also reverted back to dark hair, not black though, chocolate. I have a new found love for mani-pedis, I have been going ever 2 weeks or so. For those that I haven't told, which I think would be anyone that isn't Jones, I have a new obsession with karaoke and go every Sunday. It's like church for drunks.
As we speak, I am trying out those vagi cups. I was at walmart today buying stuff to change my car's oil and needed tampons. After standing in the aisle for 5 minutes longer than necessary just in case the tampon aisle has changed since the last time I bought tampons, my curiousity about those weird things got the best of me and I bought them. Took em home, read the box, opened the package up, popped it in and THEN looked on the internet to get the full deal. A little backwards, but here is what I have learned: they are really not fun to remove, apparently. Im kind of terrified to remove it... On the up-side, there are lots of ladies that claim they are great for sex during that time of the month. Unfortunately for me, I can't experiment with that part of it because one of things in my life that has not changed is my luck with dudes.
Here is what I learned about myself versus the opposite sex lately: wrestlers still suck, my exboyfriend is still crazy, boys that you have known since high school that you have had a crush on since then, and you really thought he might be a nice guy and it would be great to get to know him better still really only wants to get in your pants, other boys that you have also known for awhile that has always been wonderful to you but unfortunately has also always had a girlfriend and the timing was never right until now, but for some reason the thought of dating him scares the shit out of you and you have sleepovers all the time with him, but he never tries/says anything and you wuss out too, will drive you crazy and you will be unsure of his feelings so you let it slide too long and now he ignores you when another girl is around... they suck too. Oh yeah, also boys that were friends of your friends in high school seem like gentleman and intellectually intriguing when you have random conversation with at the local drinking establishment, but turn out to be weird and creepy, and probably also just trying to gain entrance to pants. AND, oh yeah, when talking about boy issues with friend's new roommate who recently broke up with his girlfriend will see your vulnerability and succomb to his own vulnerabilities and casually ask you out to dinner some time. AWKWARD
I learned how to play euchre too, play it all the time while drinking pbr at the local drinking establishment. Have I mentioned that this place is 3 blocks from my house, and I still always drive there? Yeah...
Ok, I've rambled enough, but I have a lot to make up for. And a lot of reading to catch up on... So until next time when our stars realign...
Love,
MoM<3
Let me start off by saying how much I miss all of you. There is not a day that goes by that I don't find myself talking about my roommates. I still say roommates because ex-roommates or former roommates sounds so, ugh, and I really just feel dirty even thinking about it. I can't wait for our reunion in a few weeks, it is going to be the best weekend, probably ever.
Since I have moved home, I have learned a few things about life and myself. Some are new things, some are recent realizations of things that were always there, and some of it is just the same old shit. Everything has its pros and cons though, sweet and sour, you get the picture.
Rochester is not that bad, I've really grown to appreciate this place and Im not sure if I will stay here or where I will go from here, but I feel free. Living is easier and I can feed myself now, oh I bruise a lot less now too. I think that has something to do with the eating real food thing, not 2am veggie burgers and fries from Crown Fried Chicken LOL There is the down side to that though, I don't have my ladies. And since I have moved home, I have had a 50% decrease in the Rochester friend count as many of my friends here have fled to other cities. By January, the only close girlfriend I have here, Catherine, will probably have run away to Colorado to live with her boyfriend who just moved there last weekend. I don't really want to think about it.
More new things: my hair is turning into a serious mullet and I have no future plans of getting rid of my baby waterfall in the back. I have also reverted back to dark hair, not black though, chocolate. I have a new found love for mani-pedis, I have been going ever 2 weeks or so. For those that I haven't told, which I think would be anyone that isn't Jones, I have a new obsession with karaoke and go every Sunday. It's like church for drunks.
As we speak, I am trying out those vagi cups. I was at walmart today buying stuff to change my car's oil and needed tampons. After standing in the aisle for 5 minutes longer than necessary just in case the tampon aisle has changed since the last time I bought tampons, my curiousity about those weird things got the best of me and I bought them. Took em home, read the box, opened the package up, popped it in and THEN looked on the internet to get the full deal. A little backwards, but here is what I have learned: they are really not fun to remove, apparently. Im kind of terrified to remove it... On the up-side, there are lots of ladies that claim they are great for sex during that time of the month. Unfortunately for me, I can't experiment with that part of it because one of things in my life that has not changed is my luck with dudes.
Here is what I learned about myself versus the opposite sex lately: wrestlers still suck, my exboyfriend is still crazy, boys that you have known since high school that you have had a crush on since then, and you really thought he might be a nice guy and it would be great to get to know him better still really only wants to get in your pants, other boys that you have also known for awhile that has always been wonderful to you but unfortunately has also always had a girlfriend and the timing was never right until now, but for some reason the thought of dating him scares the shit out of you and you have sleepovers all the time with him, but he never tries/says anything and you wuss out too, will drive you crazy and you will be unsure of his feelings so you let it slide too long and now he ignores you when another girl is around... they suck too. Oh yeah, also boys that were friends of your friends in high school seem like gentleman and intellectually intriguing when you have random conversation with at the local drinking establishment, but turn out to be weird and creepy, and probably also just trying to gain entrance to pants. AND, oh yeah, when talking about boy issues with friend's new roommate who recently broke up with his girlfriend will see your vulnerability and succomb to his own vulnerabilities and casually ask you out to dinner some time. AWKWARD
I learned how to play euchre too, play it all the time while drinking pbr at the local drinking establishment. Have I mentioned that this place is 3 blocks from my house, and I still always drive there? Yeah...
Ok, I've rambled enough, but I have a lot to make up for. And a lot of reading to catch up on... So until next time when our stars realign...
Love,
MoM<3
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