slit.my.throat.and.with.my.one.last.gasping.breath.i'd.apologize.for.bleeding.on.your.shirt.
spring break was uneventful. well, first i went to villanova and stayed with laur for thursday, friday, saturday, and sunday. 38 red bulls, 2 car accidents, a bottle of peppermint schnapps, and us being so dq later...we had an amazing time. the car accidents were not our fault. someone drove into me, and someone rear-ended lizzie. i did not drink the peppermint schnapps on my own...i think kirby had a few shots. haha no i'm kidding. but i love lauren, and i love my friends from sicily. i miss them so much. when i'm with laur and lizzie i have the most fun ever. and i loved seeing nic and brian and steve, and i didn't get to see dolce...but i will be back next week i think. so girl fun + brian and steve. go. see, i don't really like drinking, and i especially don't like getting drunk...unless i'm with sicily people. then it's all worthwhile. plus, lauren is the love of my life. i love her friends there too. i feel like i've known kirby and meg before, but i haven't. maybe it's because we just like meet each other and act bff. upon arriving after a snowstorm on thursday, lauren thinks that her ghetto non-vicky's lace underwear are just the panties to wear to bed, then she kicks me in the face, lizzie wakes up from a stupor and tells us how fui=eh eh. if that makes sense...well not to anyone but us three. friday night began with the best thing ever; while lauren, kirby, and i are in the front of the car (kirby and i drinking red bull and vodka), a road sign ahead tells our driver, lauren, that she has found her identity in a yellow sign with a black arrow--obviously. then singing taking back sunday, lauren and i on the lead vocals, kirby on background, is the way to go. then as soon as i meet hugger, i act like he's rizz, which he is not, we confiscate him from one fiji house and bring him to 821 where joe chott, upon first seeing me, states "you look like you've got one foot in the grave." he then proceeds to pour me a tall glass of jack and maybe an ounce of coca-cola...i was forced to pour some of this out in order to not black out like some people. i don't do blacking out. that would be treacherous. saturday, after our car accident during the day and my mother telling me to stay there, because lauren is the only person i have fun around, kirby made me chug beer from a grandma mug...and i worried about joe chott for 8438920 years as he like drove drunk, and i went into cardiac arrest. not really, but i worry about him too much. sunday, we ate at fridays. joe served us, and there was a toothpick, aka a turtle in laur's salad--just waving up at her. the end. the rest of spring break was sort of a waste other than hanging out with twis, kristen, and comito. and i saw laur when she came home for like two secs. in two weeks: project tiny tims and teddy bears will take effect. this time i'm bringing the peppermint patties. go. ps-check my photos link for some pics of our fun at villanova. (they're in the 2004, 2005 section.)