MANDIE5307: when is my uterus gonna be like holy shit?
LIEBE KINDER
Yesterday was absolutely horrendous, and today is making up for it. So, I feel it is a damn good time to write another normal LJ entry.
NORMAL = NOT SO DEPRESSING
I am not about to apologize for the drama, however, since that is true Boo-fashion. You can suck it if you want to complain.
BTPipes22: remember welcome week this year
BTPipes22: in the tornado
SylviaAmsterdam: yea and i was driving and you were screaming in my ear and threatening to jump out of the car?
BTPipes22: haha
BTPipes22: thats the time
BTPipes22: that was kinda scurry
SylviaAmsterdam: dude i remember dropping you off and thinking 'fuck i am so lost and alone'
SylviaAmsterdam: those 4 nights were absolutely 4 of the craziest of my life
BTPipes22: also, flashback to when we all got stoned and you locked yourself out of your car at seth's house
BTPipes22: you provide good memories
We really were driving into a tornado. I remember Molly and Dave calling me and saying "Turn around. We're going into the basement of our dorms cuz the sirens just went off." There I was, on the highway, Ben screaming in my ear, trying to figure out what the hell to do.
A week earlier Ben had run through a hurricane in his underwear down in Florida, so he was anxious to do the same in a tornado. I was focusing on not dying.
You know, last summer really was a damn good time. Sure, I was destructive and running around making out with everyone, but there's not so much wrong with that.
Then State's welcome week was in a category all its own. I lost clothes, did a few walks of shame, danced in the middle of Michigan Avenue in the pouring rain at 3 AM, hung out on a fire escape, parked on a few sidewalks, fell down the stairs, did waaay too many U-turns, offered a slurpee to the cops, and wiped out while running into Wilson.
'I LOVE MICHIGAN STATE (slip) (BANG!!!)'
I remember how Molly laughed for about 15 minutes straight. I had a bruise the size of my fist for 2 weeks. (<-THAT bruise, however, was nothing compared to the Senior Mosh Pit of Doom bruise, which lasted for about 6 months or something of the like. I remember Nate named it too...)
All in all, 4 nights of me living out of my car and sleeping in really random places. I think I actually kicked Dave out of his own bed at one point? Eh, probably.
SylviaAmsterdam: i almost got hit by a car
SylviaAmsterdam: and fell out of a tree
SylviaAmsterdam: how was i in a tree? no idea
redrocks1124: lol
redrocks1124: welcome to state
MSU, I heart you.
This summer will also be good, I think, even though I'm going to have to work my ass off. My parents have turned into aliens so I'll probably also have a lot more freedom. Hopefully the Contour will be up and running, or God will send a red Jetta down from heaven because he is a good dude...
I'm going to rely more on the former I think. Poor Contour. Second mid-life crisis. Actually more like the eighth, but whatever.
Laura was driving it down 696 and the hood randomly flew up. I love my car, but it's possessed and is such a piece. Also, my father is convinced there were people dancing on the roof of it, because there are random dents. Now, if there WERE random gypsies partying on the roof of my car, I'm SURE you're in WLW Drama Program, and I plan on hunting you down and dancing on your fucking car.
I really wish Laura hadn't trashed the shit out of it. I'm so good to that car, minus the random accidents that WERE NOT MY FAULT.
Grrrrarrr
Oh well. I'll hitchhike all summer and end up in a ditch somewhere. C'est la vie.
Alright, other news...
Last weekend was absolutely reckless.
Friday -
I worked, came back, cleaned the room and tried to find something decent to wear in a pile of dirty laundry. Polo underneath sweater, so I dress like a kindergarten teacher even when going to parties. At least I'm consistent. Psi U with the girls and Dave & Co, (DAVE CAME TO STAY WITH MEEEE!!!) where I successfully got smashed. Then over to Theta Xi to find John and other random folk.
I jumped on people, talked about orgasms, rolled around on a pool table, put pool balls down my shirt, and I'm sure screamed a whole lot.
All the brothers there call me 'Frenchy' because they are all confused about which language I speak. WTF?
Not that I care. I am anti-frat. There was just nothing going on this weekend so we were forced into the den of conformity.
Back to Psi U. Oy. I was right at that point of smashed where I'm sure I was ridiculously annoying. I amused myself by flipping over a leather chair a few times, until John finally made me realize that each time I did that I came close to kicking their big-screen in. Eeek. John was sober and watching out for Drunk Becca, which he does a lot. It pisses me off later when I'm sober, but I guess sometimes I need it.
Also, while wandering around the 2nd floor to find Karin and Amanda, I got a banana from some guys room. That got me a lot of attention downstairs, because who wanders through a frat party while eating a banana? And I love my attention. Note to self: more eating random fruit at parties.
I've also recently realized that not all men know how to properly grabass. Some men just do not know what they are doing. John is good at it, and it's weird cuz his best friend, Stefan does it the exact same way. Stefan goes to Syracuse, came to visit us all on Friday, and I have a crush on him. He fits "the Becca mold" kind of scarily well. I'm sure right now Rachel is going "Ok well he's tall...". Anyway, he is a good guy and forced his coat on me later that night. Good job on that, Stefanator. Bryan, another token member of this random clique I've wandered into, also came to visit from MSU. Bryan has this beautiful voice that I am all about. He kept talking to me like I was half retarded the whole night. I guess I can see that. I get drunk and people who don't really know me don't know how to react. I think it's like "Wow this girls crazy and I think she has mental diseases too. Ahhh look at her go! It's like watching monkeys try and use sticks!"
Maybe I am just flattering myself.
I think I spent the rest of the night running into Dave and hugging EVERYONE. Ally showed up, I screamed (I guess it was rather loud) grabber her and ran into the wall. Gave her a bruise too, I believe.
"You're kind of the crazy drunk girl who wears polos and runs people into walls."-Addison
Then, walking through the snow, a short drive in Bryan's car, and I was back in Markley to tend to drunk girls.
Saturday -
I woke up to Saturday to find 5 extra people sleeping in my room. Actually I'm not too sure but there were bodies everywhere. I may have slept through the orgy. Dave and Nick spooned on the futon, which is SOOOO BROKEN ARRRAGHGHGHHH.
Hoff is angry that his 'Cleopatra Bed' is broken. So am I, considering I bought it.
After waking up I threw on dirty clothes + Red Sox hat and went to work. I got yelled at for eating 4 ice cream cones.
Mom and Earl took me out to Macaroni Grill, where I told them a lot of drunk stories. My mom is not my mom anymore. She's this random 45-year-old lady who gives me money. So I figure she can hear my drunken tales of wonder.
She gave me $60, then I came back to find a party going on in my room. Seriously about 25 people all just chillin, including Katy and Amanda on my bed. That was nice.
Amanda kept harassing my Pooh, who is my sleeping buddy and bestest inanimate friend...I think...She has some tattered bear thing she calls Bebe or BB or whatever. We talk about them being lovers, which is "scarring" according to Amanda, since I guess they're both male.
"AMANDA, POOH AND BB HAVE BUTT SEX!" "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SHUT THE FUCK UPPP!!!"
I grabbed a mixed drink, had Jeff pick out my outfit, and I was ready to rock.
That night was even crazier. I think that happens when I wear heels. Damn you Jeff.
I went with all the 5th Fisher girls to SAE, stole some beer and smoked some cherry Djarums (those are my latest favorite thing).
My ahh-these-are-shady-ass-frat-guys instinct kicked in, so I grabbed Liza and ran.
We then party hopped to 3 different crazy houses. I saw a ton of people I knew, danced a lot, accidentally elbowed some girl in the face, and stole spices from some cabinet. I decided that putting spices into peoples drinks when they weren't looking would be fun.
I honestly don't know. Who does that?
'Here want some cinnamon with your screwdriver?'
That didn't last too long since I ran into Matt & Joe, the CUTEST gay couple ever. They're both gorgeous men, total assholes, and hilarious. Liza and I chilled with them for awihle.
Gay men turn me on. Weird, I know, but I think it's because I can't have them.
We somehow made it back to Markley, and I spent the rest of the night taking care of drunk crazies. Karin was puking and unable to talk really, Amanda was rolling around on the floor of the hall, Lisa was facedown in a bean bag, Nadia was covered in permanent marker, Katy couldn't even keep her shoes on...
I love 5th Fisher.
Liza and I did our best, but I was also really drunk.
I fell asleep on Amanda's sandals.
Sunday -
Katy and Karin were still drunk at brunch. My hair was going in at least 6 million different directions.
Amanda and I boycotted showering and went out. I spent an hour in David's Books (hellloooo used books I laaaahhhvee youuuu) and then got some Starbucks.
Used books stores are so amazing to me. All of those books have stories.
...
Ok, well, I just read that sentence, and realize how fucked it is, but try and see what I'm getting at here. You have no idea where that book has been. Who read it? Who bought it? Who accidentally rolled out of bed one morning and woke up naked on it?
That's just me, but still, if my mother ever sells her copy of John Grisham's 'The Chamber' to a used book store, someone else will be reading a book that I was alllll nude over.
Lucky bastards.
Well, that's about it for meine Wochenende. Damn good times. Saw a lot of people I don't normally.
Kate, Amy, and I are starting our power hour at 2 on Thursday. WHO'S A GOOD LIL IRISH GIRL?
It is time to go eat dinner with John and Ralph. Fish and spaghetti. Holy shit. I'm excited.
'GO CRAZY WITH THE CHEEZ WIZ!'
Yesterday was absolutely horrendous, and today is making up for it. So, I feel it is a damn good time to write another normal LJ entry.
NORMAL = NOT SO DEPRESSING
I am not about to apologize for the drama, however, since that is true Boo-fashion. You can suck it if you want to complain.
BTPipes22: remember welcome week this year
BTPipes22: in the tornado
SylviaAmsterdam: yea and i was driving and you were screaming in my ear and threatening to jump out of the car?
BTPipes22: haha
BTPipes22: thats the time
BTPipes22: that was kinda scurry
SylviaAmsterdam: dude i remember dropping you off and thinking 'fuck i am so lost and alone'
SylviaAmsterdam: those 4 nights were absolutely 4 of the craziest of my life
BTPipes22: also, flashback to when we all got stoned and you locked yourself out of your car at seth's house
BTPipes22: you provide good memories
We really were driving into a tornado. I remember Molly and Dave calling me and saying "Turn around. We're going into the basement of our dorms cuz the sirens just went off." There I was, on the highway, Ben screaming in my ear, trying to figure out what the hell to do.
A week earlier Ben had run through a hurricane in his underwear down in Florida, so he was anxious to do the same in a tornado. I was focusing on not dying.
You know, last summer really was a damn good time. Sure, I was destructive and running around making out with everyone, but there's not so much wrong with that.
Then State's welcome week was in a category all its own. I lost clothes, did a few walks of shame, danced in the middle of Michigan Avenue in the pouring rain at 3 AM, hung out on a fire escape, parked on a few sidewalks, fell down the stairs, did waaay too many U-turns, offered a slurpee to the cops, and wiped out while running into Wilson.
'I LOVE MICHIGAN STATE (slip) (BANG!!!)'
I remember how Molly laughed for about 15 minutes straight. I had a bruise the size of my fist for 2 weeks. (<-THAT bruise, however, was nothing compared to the Senior Mosh Pit of Doom bruise, which lasted for about 6 months or something of the like. I remember Nate named it too...)
All in all, 4 nights of me living out of my car and sleeping in really random places. I think I actually kicked Dave out of his own bed at one point? Eh, probably.
SylviaAmsterdam: i almost got hit by a car
SylviaAmsterdam: and fell out of a tree
SylviaAmsterdam: how was i in a tree? no idea
redrocks1124: lol
redrocks1124: welcome to state
MSU, I heart you.
This summer will also be good, I think, even though I'm going to have to work my ass off. My parents have turned into aliens so I'll probably also have a lot more freedom. Hopefully the Contour will be up and running, or God will send a red Jetta down from heaven because he is a good dude...
I'm going to rely more on the former I think. Poor Contour. Second mid-life crisis. Actually more like the eighth, but whatever.
Laura was driving it down 696 and the hood randomly flew up. I love my car, but it's possessed and is such a piece. Also, my father is convinced there were people dancing on the roof of it, because there are random dents. Now, if there WERE random gypsies partying on the roof of my car, I'm SURE you're in WLW Drama Program, and I plan on hunting you down and dancing on your fucking car.
I really wish Laura hadn't trashed the shit out of it. I'm so good to that car, minus the random accidents that WERE NOT MY FAULT.
Grrrrarrr
Oh well. I'll hitchhike all summer and end up in a ditch somewhere. C'est la vie.
Alright, other news...
Last weekend was absolutely reckless.
Friday -
I worked, came back, cleaned the room and tried to find something decent to wear in a pile of dirty laundry. Polo underneath sweater, so I dress like a kindergarten teacher even when going to parties. At least I'm consistent. Psi U with the girls and Dave & Co, (DAVE CAME TO STAY WITH MEEEE!!!) where I successfully got smashed. Then over to Theta Xi to find John and other random folk.
I jumped on people, talked about orgasms, rolled around on a pool table, put pool balls down my shirt, and I'm sure screamed a whole lot.
All the brothers there call me 'Frenchy' because they are all confused about which language I speak. WTF?
Not that I care. I am anti-frat. There was just nothing going on this weekend so we were forced into the den of conformity.
Back to Psi U. Oy. I was right at that point of smashed where I'm sure I was ridiculously annoying. I amused myself by flipping over a leather chair a few times, until John finally made me realize that each time I did that I came close to kicking their big-screen in. Eeek. John was sober and watching out for Drunk Becca, which he does a lot. It pisses me off later when I'm sober, but I guess sometimes I need it.
Also, while wandering around the 2nd floor to find Karin and Amanda, I got a banana from some guys room. That got me a lot of attention downstairs, because who wanders through a frat party while eating a banana? And I love my attention. Note to self: more eating random fruit at parties.
I've also recently realized that not all men know how to properly grabass. Some men just do not know what they are doing. John is good at it, and it's weird cuz his best friend, Stefan does it the exact same way. Stefan goes to Syracuse, came to visit us all on Friday, and I have a crush on him. He fits "the Becca mold" kind of scarily well. I'm sure right now Rachel is going "Ok well he's tall...". Anyway, he is a good guy and forced his coat on me later that night. Good job on that, Stefanator. Bryan, another token member of this random clique I've wandered into, also came to visit from MSU. Bryan has this beautiful voice that I am all about. He kept talking to me like I was half retarded the whole night. I guess I can see that. I get drunk and people who don't really know me don't know how to react. I think it's like "Wow this girls crazy and I think she has mental diseases too. Ahhh look at her go! It's like watching monkeys try and use sticks!"
Maybe I am just flattering myself.
I think I spent the rest of the night running into Dave and hugging EVERYONE. Ally showed up, I screamed (I guess it was rather loud) grabber her and ran into the wall. Gave her a bruise too, I believe.
"You're kind of the crazy drunk girl who wears polos and runs people into walls."-Addison
Then, walking through the snow, a short drive in Bryan's car, and I was back in Markley to tend to drunk girls.
Saturday -
I woke up to Saturday to find 5 extra people sleeping in my room. Actually I'm not too sure but there were bodies everywhere. I may have slept through the orgy. Dave and Nick spooned on the futon, which is SOOOO BROKEN ARRRAGHGHGHHH.
Hoff is angry that his 'Cleopatra Bed' is broken. So am I, considering I bought it.
After waking up I threw on dirty clothes + Red Sox hat and went to work. I got yelled at for eating 4 ice cream cones.
Mom and Earl took me out to Macaroni Grill, where I told them a lot of drunk stories. My mom is not my mom anymore. She's this random 45-year-old lady who gives me money. So I figure she can hear my drunken tales of wonder.
She gave me $60, then I came back to find a party going on in my room. Seriously about 25 people all just chillin, including Katy and Amanda on my bed. That was nice.
Amanda kept harassing my Pooh, who is my sleeping buddy and bestest inanimate friend...I think...She has some tattered bear thing she calls Bebe or BB or whatever. We talk about them being lovers, which is "scarring" according to Amanda, since I guess they're both male.
"AMANDA, POOH AND BB HAVE BUTT SEX!" "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SHUT THE FUCK UPPP!!!"
I grabbed a mixed drink, had Jeff pick out my outfit, and I was ready to rock.
That night was even crazier. I think that happens when I wear heels. Damn you Jeff.
I went with all the 5th Fisher girls to SAE, stole some beer and smoked some cherry Djarums (those are my latest favorite thing).
My ahh-these-are-shady-ass-frat-guys instinct kicked in, so I grabbed Liza and ran.
We then party hopped to 3 different crazy houses. I saw a ton of people I knew, danced a lot, accidentally elbowed some girl in the face, and stole spices from some cabinet. I decided that putting spices into peoples drinks when they weren't looking would be fun.
I honestly don't know. Who does that?
'Here want some cinnamon with your screwdriver?'
That didn't last too long since I ran into Matt & Joe, the CUTEST gay couple ever. They're both gorgeous men, total assholes, and hilarious. Liza and I chilled with them for awihle.
Gay men turn me on. Weird, I know, but I think it's because I can't have them.
We somehow made it back to Markley, and I spent the rest of the night taking care of drunk crazies. Karin was puking and unable to talk really, Amanda was rolling around on the floor of the hall, Lisa was facedown in a bean bag, Nadia was covered in permanent marker, Katy couldn't even keep her shoes on...
I love 5th Fisher.
Liza and I did our best, but I was also really drunk.
I fell asleep on Amanda's sandals.
Sunday -
Katy and Karin were still drunk at brunch. My hair was going in at least 6 million different directions.
Amanda and I boycotted showering and went out. I spent an hour in David's Books (hellloooo used books I laaaahhhvee youuuu) and then got some Starbucks.
Used books stores are so amazing to me. All of those books have stories.
...
Ok, well, I just read that sentence, and realize how fucked it is, but try and see what I'm getting at here. You have no idea where that book has been. Who read it? Who bought it? Who accidentally rolled out of bed one morning and woke up naked on it?
That's just me, but still, if my mother ever sells her copy of John Grisham's 'The Chamber' to a used book store, someone else will be reading a book that I was alllll nude over.
Lucky bastards.
Well, that's about it for meine Wochenende. Damn good times. Saw a lot of people I don't normally.
Kate, Amy, and I are starting our power hour at 2 on Thursday. WHO'S A GOOD LIL IRISH GIRL?
It is time to go eat dinner with John and Ralph. Fish and spaghetti. Holy shit. I'm excited.
'GO CRAZY WITH THE CHEEZ WIZ!'