Mother Fuckers...

ANOTHER free cake. they got me damned cake.


sigh...

The Last Dance

Yep. It's my last day working for Orientation. I'm kinda gonna miss it. ... well... kinda.

People keep asking me why I am leaving... and pressuring me to stay... but I have come to a point where I think I will not be useful here anymore. The Liz era has ended and we all must move on. I have learned too much from this little organization, here, and I will always be an OA at heart.

Peace out, G-Funk and the Holzapfel Ho's. Fiya Cracka is out.

Woa, Poopiness...

sigh.

suddenly overwhelmed with all of the stuff i hafta deal with... and all of the things i need to pay for. and suddenly realizing how much i miss things. one thing in particular. and now he is going to be living 3 houses down from me. ugh.

i want to have hi moments again.

Joe-Nell. My Dawg!

Guess who made my day, yesterday?!?! The newly engaged, Salisbury goddess graced me with her presence yesterday afternoon for an evening of indulgence. mmn. good food, great company. How much do I love this girl? Couldn't even put it into words. Miss her terribly. And... eat your heart out... I even got her into my bed ::gloat::

I love it how our friendship has no expectations and no boundaries. I love it how we can lose touch for so long... have no clue what is going on with anything... but still be on the same damn page we always are on.

here are a few of the things that just make me all squishy with joe-nell yumminess:

the fact that she won't let me buy butter because of the saturated fat... but then proceeds to inhale an ENTIRE box of recockulously rich cookies.

she is only like 5'4" but wears shoes that make her almost my size... but none of them are comfortable enough for her to actually walk in for more than an hour... and her solution to this problem is to walk around constructions sites and ghetto dorms rooms bare-foot.

she likes cards. we both cry in the card aisle whenever we read those long, sappy writings... even when we aren't getting them for anyone.

how the car she drives is just like her... short, stumpy and cute. (don't hurt me)

the word fiance just sounds weird coming out of her mouth. makes me feel like i am behind schedule.

i still have her CD. haHA!!

she was only going to stay for a few hours... but she ended up sleeping wif me!!

how even though she doesn't LIVE HERE anymore... she spent over 2 hours WORKING in the journalism office... and even got ME to help.

she's just... real... and good... and she knows me... and i'll stop being mushy because we made a pact not to be retarded like that. hiccup.

So do ya Like the New Look?

I do! It's a lot easier on the eyes. Now I've got this cute little mamma-jamma up in the corner to tell you my mood, too. And I know you like the pretty link line at the top. Oh yeah, and there is that Shout Out comments thing on the right after each post... but no one seems to want to use those. Not that I'm bitter or anything. ::cries hysterically::

The Administration Building smells like my mother's doctors' office. I think that's why I like going to get PC so much. It's comforting to my nose. Shush, you! I Like it!!!!

You know what else I like? My new house. It is doing wonders for my biological clock. My room is so cozy and godo. Once I get my posters up, I'll be all set. I even have my own lil' cute bafroom. It's blue. My bright, funkay rug fits it perfectly. And can I tell you how nice it is to have a double bed and a double closet?!?! heh.

I am really excited about my roommates too. There are four of them. Very nice people. Here comes the kicker. They are all boyz. Oh, stoppit- I know what you're thinking, you nasty people. No way. I made that mistake once and that was enough. These guys are a rare find and I feel very comfortable living with them. It's a nice and refreshing change. They are a lot cuter too. Not that I'm looking or anything. Seriously, though... even though it's only been 2 days, I know I'm safe. I've met all of the guys before and my two close friends Morgan and Robin know and trust them all. That's more than enough for me. I'm not going to lie... I am still sketched out from my previous experience sharing a house with a bunch of people I don't know very well... but I need to do this to move on and get over what happened with Matt, Guy, Tim and Sarah. I should blog about that sometime. I should blog about a lot of things, actually. I have been slacking.

So let me back track...

Friday night I went to Singapore Bistro with a bunch of people from orientation. There were like 20 of us... and man was it great. Lin's father own's the restaurant and it was a really nice place. So cute and trendy... they even had a DJ spinning on the second floor... oh yeah... did I mention... the place has 3 levels. Insanely good service and food. They all surprised me with a burfday dessert too.
After dinner the Boyz and I went over to Dupont and chilled at Afterwards, a 24 hour book store, bar and cafe. Rommel got very, very silly. But man, it was great to just fart around, drink and talk. That night was definitely the turning point to my burfday celebration... even if Rick DID lock his key in his car and we had to drive to fucking WALDORF to get his spare at 3 O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING. I fell asleep in Rommel's lap, though... so it was all worth it.

Saturday was awesome too, like i described in G'burg Lovin'... but it got even better after I got back to CP and hooked up with the Boyz again to go to Velvet at Nation. It was just pure goodness. They had free vodka drinks until 11 so we hit the bar as fast as we could. I ended up spotting DK's hair in the mirror all the way across the club and we chilled with him, Robin, Autumn, Pat and a few other people. I mean, honestly... how could I not spot a red-headed flat top? We hit a nice buzz and booked it to the dance floor. 70's and 80's, anyone?? Oh dear lord, we blew shit up. We danced for a loooong time and then went into the bigger room for a bit. During re-load, we all got long island's that seriously had maybe 2 oz of mix and the rest liquor. Yeah. That sealed the deal. We all lost it on the dance floor and Rick and I kept going until they started playing early 90's (Vanilla Ice is ok, but "Everybody Dance Now"? come on... we went back into the big room and hit the house music. We had a lot of room and really got into it. We even skanked it up a bit, but Woody and Rommel looked like they were about to collapse. BALLS OUT!
Yep. We got a parking ticket. But it was the best $20 I've spent in a long time.

Sunday, after a beautiful lunch at Mongolian BarBQ, I moved. On like 4 hours of sleep and a stomach full of meat. Geezus that was not a pretty sight. Kinya has redeemed herself, though... and like I said, I love my new place. I just want this crapactular week at the office to be over so I can get started on all the cool shit that I'll be doing this fall.

::flexes fingers:: and I'm spent.

Word of the Day

godo. go-do.

noun. 1. something especially yummy 2. a person who goes and does something 3. an especially yummy somebody 4. a smelly kind of cheese

verb. 1. to go do something

adjective. 1. especially yummy 2. busy-body-ish

thanx go out to dopeman, my new godo boi.

G'burg Lovin'

mmn. I love me some G'burg. The fam took me out for my burfday dinner @ O'Donnels. Oh dear Lord, how I adore seafood. Amazing dinner... shared my first legal bottle of wine with my mom, dad and grandma... got mad love from the waitor Seeeeeeeth... got another free cake... and then another free cake... opened lots of wonderful cards (I am obsessed with cards and my family knows this. they all get me 3 or 4 and they really did blow me away with the creativity this year... I'll post some higlights later)... picked up a new skirt wif my mommy and my daddy and I planned our trip to Atlantic City next month. How incredible is that?!?! Now I am gearin' up for Nation tonight wif the Boyz... mucho excited-o!!

Last night was fabulous and I will post about it either this mornin when I get back or tomorrow night after I get everything moved into my home for the fall semester. Heh. I know you all are waitin' on the edge of your seats.

Mwah to the Boyz. Craziness.

Operation 21

ok, ok. i know i am wearing the burfday thing out. but i want to and i can so you can either keep reading or go shove a spork up your left nostril. and then turn it.

yes.

so i left my cell phone in g'burg this whole week and by god, even though it made things a little stressful, it was liberating not to have that mother fucking thing near me. i love not answering my phone. especially when the person calling knows i'm there and just don't want to pick it up. it has nothing to do with who's calling, really, i am just a bastard and like to make things difficult.

seg-way..

and we're walking ...

in other situations, however, i try to make things as easy and painless as possible. but it never seems to work out that way. i want to type "ain't that a bitch" but i won't because i know i am sweating that movie WAY too hard. whatever, don't hate. lubricate.

transitional sentence...

lets talk about my sexual frustrations. uh huh. i'll admit it. maybe i do wish that i really did receive a "certain" burfday present from a "certain" couple of females in my inner circle... to accomplish a "certain" goal of mine. or maybe that article every single person on the planet is talking about (the beer goggle phenomenon thing) will help me out now that i can go out to the bar and pick up chicks.

no, i am not a lesbian...

stop picturing it...

while a bunch of us were at the wonderfully-established panda express on tuesday, after their amazingly competent employees got our meals wrong. a fuckin' hoopty wagon full of lesbians roll up into the parking lot and come in... all wearing the same outfit in different color combinations. you know... the boy-cargo-pant-shorts-hangin-off-of-their-asses and some ratty-old-too-tight-yellow-armpit-stained-t-shirt thing with a backpack with a rainbow patch on it. same thing with the hair-do. that i-am-trendy-and-cool-just-got-out-of-bed-and-chunkily-highlighted-my-greasy-hair-bleach-blond-shaved-in-the-back-bob, i believe it is called.

now don't get me wrong here. lesbians are great people. but dammit, sometimes they piss me off more than teenie-bopper sorostitutes do (no offense to anyone in that category... you go on with your bad selves). what is with this travelling in herds thing? and why the hell do you always hafta hit on me?

am i that butch?

that's my destiny. lesbians and tools.

one day i will find me a gheetar-playin-emo-love-song-writin-gorgeous-in-that-i-am-not-gorgeous-way-sarcastic-bastard-good-bowler-never-lets-me-win-but-i-still-kick-his-ass-sometimes-anyway-play-fightin-with-a-big-heart-and-a-wistful-dreaming-soul-who-understands-that-love-is-something-to-be-honored-and-a-relationship-is-a-choice-not-a-necessity-who-wants-a-girl-that-is-real-and-who-will-call-him-on-his-shit-and-who-will-always-call-me-on-mine.

damn.

that was good.

and wow. this was a long-ass post. bzzzzzzzz.

Blogger Pro

let's see if this works...

Morning Rant

everybody thinks that they are the exception to the rule.

for once i wish that the drama i had to deal with in regards to the opposite sex could actually be for a good, enjoyable, or I'd even settle for a productive reason. but, no. it's always unnecessary and easily avoidable. i am destined to be unhappy and single for the rest of my life. and the kicker is that being single isn't the part that makes me unhappy. ITS THE ABSOLUTE BULLSHIT THAT GOES DOWN WHILE I AM SINGLE. people keep telling me that my problem is that i am too nice to people. too nice to people? are you fucking kidding me? when the hell did i start being nice?

Ok, sorry no Bloggage.

Band Camp is taking up a LOT of my time. ALL of my time infact, from 10am until 9pm EVERYDAY. Things are going really well and I love the kids and most of the staff. There is just something special about working with a small staff for such a long time. You bond real quick. So only 2 more weeks of work in the Orientation Office... but they are tryin real hard not to let me leave. I'll decide between them and ENGR soon enough, I guess. Sigh. All this stuff is happening and I don't have any freaking time to write about it. That is kinda irritating. Ah well...

I love being a leo.

Daily Single's Love:
You're too good and sincere to play the shallow games of casual courtship. Love and honor mean a lot, even if you have to go home alone sometimes. Sooner or later, the right person will realize what an awesome catch you are.

Sigh... see! I told you all! It's gonna happen! The Starz say so!

Holy crap was my horoscope on point. Gerry took me out to lunch at the Cheesecake Factory and it was probably one of the greatest meals I have ever had with a group of people. She is simply inspiring. There really is no other way for me to say it, and no need for any sort of literary device that could convey that message any better. She and I are going to start working together on some things... I am so excited. And the food... dear me. I could not have asked for anything more from a boss and a mentor. She even bought a book for me to read. I just... I almost cried at the table I was so moved by this woman. I don't care if people think she's crazy. She knows what she's doing.

When three women in their early 20's are forced to spend eight hours a day in the same room listening to diva radio all the time... crazy things are bound to happen. Savage Garden, Celine Deon, Eric Clapton... sigh... it's like an eight hour sing along!! Quality. But this is not the point.

What is the point, then? I don't quite know... something is going on... everything is just so... GOOD. It's weird. I am just feeling on top of the world. It's gotta be the weather. And the lovie dovie feelings I keep getting. This is just... Love. I feel nothing but love.

Check out my horoscope: The fantastic dreams you had last night may actually have a chance to come true. At the instant you get out of bed, you step into something special. Don't pinch yourself -- you're definitely awake! Embrace your job in a bear hug if it's something that you love to do. If you'd rather be playing, the Universe owes you a mental health day. This is one time when it's okay to be guided by your emotions and impulses, Leo. The more spontaneous you are, the better.

Maybe it's the all the colorguard goodness... all the physical activity is getting my blood and hormones pumping ::wink wink:: and yeah yeah, I am doing quite well in the socializing department. I'm just, how do I say it, "keeping my fingers crossed." Who knows... I'm not expecting anything, but this radiance and glow that is just spewing from my aura keeps getting me attention. Some of it is negative... people trying to bring me down- but WHATEVER. They are wasting their time. I don't plan on giving them any attention because I have way happier things that I can be thinking about. :)

Oh! Oh! AND I heard from Don in Arizona. It was only an email... I forgot to check my email when I got back from Flag Camp... so it had been waiting for a while. But I'll share:

Hey. Love.
Phone. Talk.

and he left his phone number. Dear god, do I miss this boy. So I call the number yesterday and it turns out he just moved out of the place. I left my number with his exroommate. I hope he calls me soon.

Kinya came to practice with Dawn and I last night. That makes me happy. She cared enough about me to come and check out what I do for like 4 hours. I haven't had anyone want to do that since Brandon. Yes... I just equated Kinya with an exboyfriend... ::cough:: I love her to death.

I was so tired last night after practice that I came home and fell asleep in my clothes. Yep, just zonked out with my shoes still on. And I roll over this morning to look at my alarm clock and... holy crap, it's 8:06am. I don't even remember falling asleep (let alone setting my alarm clock). Sigh... I was only 10 min late for work, though. And Kinya, being the wonderful roomie that she is... just laughed at me. Yeah, I do love her to death. Punk ass.

Oh hell yeah... Tina Turner!

"Something happened somewhere and we both know why!

I don't care who's wrong or right!
I don't really wanna fight no more!

Hanging Ooooooon
To the past
Will only stand in our way!!!!!"

... such is life in the office. <3

when it rains, it pours. mmmmmmmmmn. ::giddy::

This one time... at band camp...

For those of you who don't know... Westchester University up there in PA holds a four day band camp for a ton of high school kids. Dawn and I went up there with 3 of our colorguard girls undercover as teenagers. Not only did I bust my ass all weekend in the hot sun and humidity, but I got to see Theresa marching with the X-men and hang out with Lindz a lot (she's on the staff for the camp). It was just so wonderful to be away and not have to worry about anything except how my pull hits looked, or if I had on enough sun block on (I assure you, my sun-burnt-self demonstrates that I definitely did NOT). I relived a lot of what I enjoyed about high school... and damnit do I miss performing. Dawn and I made a pact that we are marching this summer. I am going to train hard core to try and make X-men, or maybe even go out for Jersey Surf... but if it turns out that I won't have time or money to march core, than I will definitely DEFINITELY do senior core somewhere. Heh, not Reading, though. ::cough JESS cough QUEEF cough::

It has occured to me that I really couldn't give a crap as to what everyone thinks about colorguard... and I actually like it that people bust on me for it. Everyone else's ignorance to it really does make it like this secret that I hold close to my heart. I can't imagine any other activity that I could get so much out of. Except maybe singing. Hrmmn. I bet you I could create a singing colroguard. Now that would be crazy.

Thank God that PB's band camp starts this week... I need my band geek fix! WoO!

yer mom

I started yer mom up again. It's way cooler now. I hope some of you want to join. It's on a temporary url just like this page is... but I will be putting it in my new domain soon. ::crosses fingers:: i hope, i hope. i'm also going to upgrade all of this stuff to Blogger Pro as soon as I can get the fundage. Yeah, I am pitifully poor. So check it out, leave a comment or a tag. mwah!

edited to add: blogger is retarded and i know that link is screwed up. the addy is www.yermomma.blogspot.com
sorry about that.