72 Hours of Mayhem

Oh my god, I am so hungry. And I need a cigarette…

So here’s how the 72 Hours of Mayhem started out:

Me: Can I have a Tom Collins?
Bartender: Sure! Uh… what’s in that? Whiskey and sour mix?
Me: …?

I have no idea what’s in a Tom Collins, cuz I’ve never bought an actual drink. I just know that it’s green and tasty. If someone else buys me a drink, then cool, otherwise I just stick to beer. But I’m always open to trying new things. So needless to say I had a whiskey sour, and I haven’t had whiskey in three years, so… yeah. I was trouble. That pretty much set the tone for the whole weekend. Friday night I went out to Mangia with Kyle. A lot of people that I’ve met and loved at Webster were there, including Coire and Liz – the Cutest Couple in the Universe. They’re also moving, which sucks. But at least I got to party with all of them one more time, and it was super fun.

Saturday night was even better… Ron and Jen (a.k.a. Party King and Queen USA) threw me a no-more-thesis party complete with a “Say No to Thesis” cake” (mmm… cake…). That was awesome… just warm fuzzies all around. And Uno. Good call with the Uno, Nick. Afterwards I somehow ended up hanging out with Heebner and Pat, watching Old School til 5am. It’s been a really long time since I’ve been able to stay up all night… well, at least with other people, and I’ve been wanting to do that for a while. Watching Old School in the process somehow seemed appropriate. Heebner and Pat are really fun.

On Sunday I hung out with Heather J. the Canadian. Other people kept stopping by, and they all brought their dogs which I thought was weird. But the more dogs, the better! So here’s something I learned about Canada: At KFC in Canada, they do not have biscuits. They don’t even have generic Canadian biscuits like “flatty cakes” or some shit like that. What’s up with that, Canada? She also told me about some grilled-cheese machine she has that can make Stove-Top Stuffing sandwiches. Did you guys hear that? Stove-Top-mother-fucking sandwiches. The new reason for living. If I was a guy I’d have a boner right now.

Seriously you guys, this is so boring… just sitting here with applesauce and no cigarettes. Sheesh. At least I’m all caught up with Passions, which surprisingly has more respectable story lines than Days right now. And I discovered that Roswell is on the Sci-Fi Network… I love that show. But even my pills are kinda boring, which sucks because they’re called Celebrex, and “Celebrex good times, come on!” could have been a really funny line. Except there’s no party going on right here.

This is a long entry. See what happens when I don’t have a thesis? Umm… I got the internship, and I just checked my grades and I got an A ON THE THESIS! Holy crap! And tonight I’m watching “Amish in the City” on UPN. Today is another good day.

Seriously.

To everyone who gave me advice about getting wisdom teeth pulled: Wow. I love you guys, I love you to death and I respect you and everything, but you all are a bunch of pussies. That took five minutes, I was awake for it, and I have had facials more painful then that. Hell, I’ve taken naps that hurt more. But then again, I only had two, and they were above the gums, so maybe I’m just lucky. I’m sorry I just called you pussies. But you guys really scared the crap out of me.

I suppose after getting a root canal on a front tooth, however, every other dental surgery in my life will be a breeze. It’ll be a while before I write a real entry about “the incident” in Ireland, which was all ex’s fault.

I just took out my gauze. Oh. My. God. Yeah, that’s disgusting…

I won’t be able to smoke for 72 hours, though. That, my friends, is pain.

In the next couple days, I’ll write about this past weekend, which (aside from Kyle leaving) was the best weekend I’ve had in a long time. Right now, however, there is a bowl of chocolate pudding, a pain pill (YAAAAY), and an episode of Montel Williams calling my name….

I Am The Smartest Woman Alive

Just finished my thesis! AAAGGHHH!!! After class tonight I will promptly begin killing all of the brain cells I have been saving for the past two months, or as the Jersey boys would say, get table-licking drunk. Hopefully Kyle will be partying with me, since his overview is due today, too. Congratulations, Kyle! This will last until Tuesday, when I will be doped up on pills, pills, pills, cuz I’m getting my wisdom teeth pulled. Best. Summer. Ever.

I realize that the majority of this blog has been dedicated to hating my thesis (and sometimes hating on the ex). Now, hopefully, I’ll have better things to talk about. But what the hell am I supposed to do with my free time now? I feel like I have so much. And what about everyone on my buddy list/ Friendster? *sniffle* Will I ever see you guys again? Thanks for your patience during my unbelievable bouts of procrastination. If any of you ever have to type and proofread a 20 page bibliography, I’ll be here for you.

So on to other things I’ve been thinking about. I’m just going to put this out there because it’s something that needs to be said – “To Be With You” by Mr. Big is secretly my favorite song in the entire world. It gives me massive amounts of warm fuzzies, and I swear to god if any guy could ever sing that to me karaoke style AND hit all the high notes… wow. I think I would automatically have to make out with him, just for the principle of the thing. But don’t tell anybody.

Also (and this blog won’t be all about boys, I swear): there are movers in my house right now and one of them looks like Kevin from the Backstreet Boys and he keeps walking by the doorway and smiling at me as I’m typing this. Today is a good day.

P.S. He just did it again 🙂

Idaho? No, You Da Ho!

This weekend was pretty fun, aside from the impending doom of the thesis looming over my head. I feel kind of like Eeyore today.

We went to go see the B52’s last night down on the Riverfront, right in front of the Arch. I love the B52’s. The opening band “The Love Exports?” Not so much. But for those of you who live in St. Louis, if you haven’t been to a Riversplash yet, I highly recomend it. Great bands are playing there, and there’s lasers, a weird water-vapor projection thing, and fireworks that are actually amazing. Good times.

After that, Nick introduced us to Monkey Fist, Floating Snake, which made me appreciate Kung-Fu on a whole new level. And when I got home, I tried to watch The Doors, but… man. I think I’m too old for that shit.

Oh, and Don, you don’t know this yet, but right now I’m totally giving you the finger.

Now it’s thesis time (so everyone on my buddy list, you’ll be hearing from me in like 5 minutes).

Movies Won’t Be As Fun As They Used To Be

Usually it takes a while to form a real friendship and bond with a person, but every now and then, you meet someone that you connect with almost instantly, and the actual “forming” of the friendship is pretty much effortless. Kyle is one of those friends. I am a shy, shy person if I don’t know you. I can talk about deep personal shit for hours and hours, but when it comes to small talk and chit-chatty bullshit, I got nothing. I like people who skip all that crap and get straight to the good stuff.

Kyle and I had freshmen seminar together, but we really met at a party a couple years ago, right after I got back from London, when I was in the middle of one of those early-life-crisises I’m sure you’ve all experienced at some point or another.

Kyle and his roommate Coire flat-out told me, “You’re cool and we want to be your friend”. Seriously, what an awesome thing to say to another human being. Wouldn’t life be so much easier and fun if everyone did that? That cheered me up instantly, and ever since that day, I’ve loved Kyle to pieces and he’s one of my favorite people in the world. It’s one of those friendships where we spoil each other rotten and try to make the other person as happy as we can. And now he’s leaving. Poop.

I’m going to miss you so much, Kyle! Everyone in the world needs a friend like you. Thank you for being mine. Have fun in Seattle. Drink lots of coffee, wear flannel, and watch out for that guy who bitch-slapped Irene on The Real World.

A Glass Cage of Emotion

Sorry, that line just cracks me up every time I hear it.

I went and saw Anchorman last night. It was pretty good. But the whole idea of being “co-people” instead of “co-workers”? Possibly not so good. I think I made an uh-oh. Monday is going to be weird.

You know that part in When Harry Met Sally when Harry and Sally hook up, freak out, and call their two best friends, the married couple? There’s that great scene where it’s the four of them on the phone, all talking at once, and then the two best friends, who are in bed together, hang up the phones and look at each other. The wife says to the husband, “Promise me I’ll never have to be out there again.” And he kisses her and says “I PROMISE you’ll never have to be out there again.”

That’s all I wanted. I didn’t want to be “out there” again. Being out there is scary and silly and stupid, especially if you’ve found the person you wanted to stay in with forever.

Every now and then, like I’ve said before, it’s fun and exciting and whatever. But no matter how many crushes I’ve had or how many people who like me or how many people I’ve kissed, I’m really scared that I’m always going to miss him as much as I do, and I’m scared that it’s always going to feel the way it feels right now.

It all just seems really pointless.

Hammer Time!

“Buttercup dried her tears and began to smile. She took a deep breath, heaved a sigh. It was all part of growing up. You got these little quick passions, you blinked, and they were gone. You forgave faults, found perfection, fell madly; then the next day the sun came up and it was over. Chalk it up to experience, old girl, and get on with the morning. Buttercup stood, made her bed, changed her clothes, combed her hair, smiled, and burst out again in a fit of weeping. Because there was a limit to just how much you could lie to yourself.”
– The Princess Bride

So that’s about where I’m at right now. I finally finished The Princess Bride. I wish I could say the same about something else. It sucks that something so consuming and overwhelming happened at a time when I need so much confidence, support, and focus. WB: Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.

The fourth was awesome. None of the boys got injured, as far as I know. And the cemetery really wasn’t as goth as it sounded, it was actually really peaceful. And Nick’s party was just a super love-fest. Lots of hugs and snuggles. And a keg. Heh. I love that group of friends. The frat boys and I don’t really complement each other anymore. I mean, they don’t really bring out the best in me and I don’t think I bring out the best in them. I’ll love the frat boys forever … but with the new friends, I feel like I’m home.

Thesis is due in 2 weeks. I’m in trouble. Oh-oh. Break it down!

Suddenly, I’m Not So Jealous

“True love is the best thing in the world, except for cough drops. Everybody knows that. ”
– Miracle Max, The Princess Bride

Yeah, love is great, and I miss it. But there’s also something a little magical about crushes, first kisses, and butterflies. They’re easier to believe in, anyway, and people don’t usually get cold feet about all of that. And if they do, it doesn’t matter too much.

Happy 4th to all you Americans. Don’t shoot bottle rockets at each other, please. Who the hell thought of that, anyway? Note to boys: shooting exploding things directly at your friends is not a good idea, and it never will be. Stop it.

This afternoon, I’ll barbecue with the frat boys. Hopefully, I’ll get a seat in the V.I.P. room (a.k.a. the kiddie pool) again this year. They’re getting the band back together, so that should be fun. Tonight I’ll party with all the “new” friends, and watch the K-Wood fireworks from a cemetery. Also: beer.

Right now, though? Thesis time! Yaaaaay!

Just A Suggestion …

Ryan Reynolds – Congrats on getting engaged to Alanis Morrissette. But could you please dump her for just, like, a week or two, and then get back together after she writes some angry songs? I desperately need a new Jagged Little Pill to listen to. Thanks.

Also: f^#% you, Hoobastank.