how long can you stand the heat
I suppose this one is for Jeff, Chris, random friends of Laura...all of my LJ fans whom I'm sure miss my incessant babbling in this thing.
I'm honestly so bored right now. I could be lounged out on the couch watching Cruel Intentions, but it's on TV so all of the racy parts are edited out. That just takes out all of the fun. And, I figured, maybe typing out all of my current thoughts and feelings would make me feel better. I've been writing in my journal a lot, so I can feel like I'm not cheating on it with my livejournal.
And yes, I actually do sometimes think my real journal has feelings and gets jealous that I'm venting to a fake one on the internet. Leave me alone. I'm crazy.
Now that I'm a few weeks into school, I've worked myself into a routine. It's nice. Very different from last year, but I'm getting used to it. None of my major electronics are broken, which absolutely shocks me. I did accidentally throw away the USB cord for my printer, sooo that's not really working out for me yet. My bed is absolutely glorious. It's hard to get out of it in the morning, and doing any reading in it is absolutely out of the question. Too often I wake up to see I'm cuddling with my Art History book. I figure if I'm going to be cuddling anything that's not a beautiful man, it should be a book. But I do end up dreaming about David paintings a lot...hmmm...
I'm not seeing the girls as much this year, obviously. It's nice to be on my own, but I also miss having them around all the time. I miss raiding their closets, Sunday brunches, dance parties, and our girly nights. We'd watch S&TC, blast Celine Dion, and talk shit about guys. I've met up with them a few times to study out in the Diag or at Espresso Royale, but we spend most of our time gossiping when we meet to "study". Karin and I spend a good chunk of Sunday laying out in the Law Quad together. My favorite part of campus, one of my best friends here, and some quality literature...beautiful.
I've noticed a pattern when I get drunk and wander Ann Arbor. I focus on two groups of people. My 5th Fisher girls, and the Linden Boys. If I'm with one group, I'm calling the other everytime I change location. Gilan seriously gets about ten calls from me on average every Saturday night. He says he doesn't mind, but most of them are me screaming something that makes absolutely no sense. Exp: "OK I'M ON GREENWOOD. WHAHAAAA A CAR IS COMING! AMANDA WHAT THE FUCK? SLOW DOWN! (click)"
Sometimes it's the other way around, and I'm calling and screaming at Amanda or Katy. They're usually the only ones who are sober enough to remember my name and their location when I'm calling them after midnight.
I'm the Mom again this year. I really don't mind. I've spent a few nights completely sober, and it's not that bad. One night two weekends ago I didn't touch a beer and took part in the wildest dance party I think I've ever been involved with. I was waaay over yonder across campus on Fourth street, in the 3rd Butler house, in the unfinished basement, right next to the speakers, dancing like my life depended on it. Oh baby. I rocked that shit.
On a side note, 3rd Butler went down in history last year as the worst hall in Markley. They had more people get kicked out, get MIPs, and get written up than any hall in Markley. Now, you figure Markley's the craziest dorm on campus. It really is. No one can argue that any others are, except for maybe Bursley, but they just suck and are stuck up in the North Pole. So, you figure, 3rd Butler probably was the worst hall in all of the U of M dorms last year. I believe it. And the wildest of them all, was Neal, aka: TAD SEXINGTON. He stole kegs from parties, threw them in his trunk, and tried to bring them through the front doors of Markley. He lit off firecrackers in the hall. He got hammered and took everything that was glass in his room and hurled it at the door. When DPS knocked to see what was up, he answered the door by saying "I'm sorry for throwing all the glass. I'm going to bed.", took his arm and swept all the glass that was in the hall into his room, and slammed the door. These are just a few examples. I could continue.
I'm willing to guess that Tad Sexington is the most out of control kid I've ever met. And I love him dearly.
Anyhow, Amanda and I got lost for awhile, but we found the 3B house. I found the basement and the dancing. Neal and Justin were right in the middle, both completely blacked out and jumping around like monkeys. I don't know if monkeys jump a lot, but it sounds right.
Neal's favorite thing that night was picking me up. Mind you, I was in Amanda's miniskirt. Jean Abercrombie miniskirt. It's already an open invitation to stare at my ass, but when you have a druken fool throwing you over your shoulder every 10 minutes, you pretty much are flashing the entire party. Had I been drunkity drunk drunk, it wouldn't have been so traumatic.
Nahhh. I guess not. It wasn't so traumatic. I'm comfortable with my body, and everyone was too trashed to really have noticed. The first time I got scared out of my mind and started slapping Amanda in the face while screaming 'HELP ME HELP ME'. He dropped me on my back which kind of sucked. But he apologized a few billion times and 5 minutes later we were singing "Baba O'Riley" at each other at top volume. The next time he picked me up he threw me onto the washing machine and called me 'sassy'. That's a new one...
There I was, in a Lacoste polo and a slutty miniskirt, covered in beer, dirt and sweat...and I was completely sober.
Only me, right?
That night was magnificent. I ended up driving Andy's Jetta across campus and walking home with Rob. When we got into the Diag he told me if I ran through the sprinklers, he would too. Psh. The boy doesn't know who he's messing with. I was already covered in shit, so I went for it.
"I'm wearing LOAFERS, WOMAN!"
When I walked into my house I got a lot of interesting looks from my roommates.
The next morning I found a footprint on my lower back and a leaf in my hair. Iy.
The party scene has been alive and thriving. I could continue with a ton of random drunken stories, but I've got to watch myself.
My roommates are awesome. I love them and hate them all at the same time. We've all given each other nicknames. Jeff is Crest because he's always brushing his teeth. Dan is Commando because he never wears underwear.
I, however, am Slutty Mc-suck-a-dick.
Now do you understand the hatred?
I don't think I've earned that nickname. I told them that I'm going to take the classy approach to being single and lonely and I'm not going to sleep with anyone. They just laughed.
I'll show them. I CAN BE A GOOD GIRL!
They also call me the Food Nazi because I'm always yelling at them to do their dishes and not steal my food. I steal their food all the time, so I'm basically a huge asshole. Mwahaha.
Last night we all made friends with Dan's hookah. I had a solo dance party in my room, grabbed a hairbrush to sing into, and went buckwild. Ryan and Jon just stared at me and cracked up. Nicoles comment was "No more hookah for Becca".
Alright. Time to end this entry. There is much more to be dicussed. I got a new job. I picked out a study abroad program. I'm going to Germany for 9 months, so you should all be nice to me NOW. I'm going to major in German and never have a career. Whatever. I'm happy. I'll find a way to perservere and kick all your asses.
BIATCH.
CHANTICLEER! OCTOBER 7TH! MOLLY AND I KIDNAP FRASER! BE THERE!
It's homework time. Or I go be completely unproductive and fall over face first on the couch. Oh I'm all over that last option.
Hurry up and get here. I miss you.
I'm honestly so bored right now. I could be lounged out on the couch watching Cruel Intentions, but it's on TV so all of the racy parts are edited out. That just takes out all of the fun. And, I figured, maybe typing out all of my current thoughts and feelings would make me feel better. I've been writing in my journal a lot, so I can feel like I'm not cheating on it with my livejournal.
And yes, I actually do sometimes think my real journal has feelings and gets jealous that I'm venting to a fake one on the internet. Leave me alone. I'm crazy.
Now that I'm a few weeks into school, I've worked myself into a routine. It's nice. Very different from last year, but I'm getting used to it. None of my major electronics are broken, which absolutely shocks me. I did accidentally throw away the USB cord for my printer, sooo that's not really working out for me yet. My bed is absolutely glorious. It's hard to get out of it in the morning, and doing any reading in it is absolutely out of the question. Too often I wake up to see I'm cuddling with my Art History book. I figure if I'm going to be cuddling anything that's not a beautiful man, it should be a book. But I do end up dreaming about David paintings a lot...hmmm...
I'm not seeing the girls as much this year, obviously. It's nice to be on my own, but I also miss having them around all the time. I miss raiding their closets, Sunday brunches, dance parties, and our girly nights. We'd watch S&TC, blast Celine Dion, and talk shit about guys. I've met up with them a few times to study out in the Diag or at Espresso Royale, but we spend most of our time gossiping when we meet to "study". Karin and I spend a good chunk of Sunday laying out in the Law Quad together. My favorite part of campus, one of my best friends here, and some quality literature...beautiful.
I've noticed a pattern when I get drunk and wander Ann Arbor. I focus on two groups of people. My 5th Fisher girls, and the Linden Boys. If I'm with one group, I'm calling the other everytime I change location. Gilan seriously gets about ten calls from me on average every Saturday night. He says he doesn't mind, but most of them are me screaming something that makes absolutely no sense. Exp: "OK I'M ON GREENWOOD. WHAHAAAA A CAR IS COMING! AMANDA WHAT THE FUCK? SLOW DOWN! (click)"
Sometimes it's the other way around, and I'm calling and screaming at Amanda or Katy. They're usually the only ones who are sober enough to remember my name and their location when I'm calling them after midnight.
I'm the Mom again this year. I really don't mind. I've spent a few nights completely sober, and it's not that bad. One night two weekends ago I didn't touch a beer and took part in the wildest dance party I think I've ever been involved with. I was waaay over yonder across campus on Fourth street, in the 3rd Butler house, in the unfinished basement, right next to the speakers, dancing like my life depended on it. Oh baby. I rocked that shit.
On a side note, 3rd Butler went down in history last year as the worst hall in Markley. They had more people get kicked out, get MIPs, and get written up than any hall in Markley. Now, you figure Markley's the craziest dorm on campus. It really is. No one can argue that any others are, except for maybe Bursley, but they just suck and are stuck up in the North Pole. So, you figure, 3rd Butler probably was the worst hall in all of the U of M dorms last year. I believe it. And the wildest of them all, was Neal, aka: TAD SEXINGTON. He stole kegs from parties, threw them in his trunk, and tried to bring them through the front doors of Markley. He lit off firecrackers in the hall. He got hammered and took everything that was glass in his room and hurled it at the door. When DPS knocked to see what was up, he answered the door by saying "I'm sorry for throwing all the glass. I'm going to bed.", took his arm and swept all the glass that was in the hall into his room, and slammed the door. These are just a few examples. I could continue.
I'm willing to guess that Tad Sexington is the most out of control kid I've ever met. And I love him dearly.
Anyhow, Amanda and I got lost for awhile, but we found the 3B house. I found the basement and the dancing. Neal and Justin were right in the middle, both completely blacked out and jumping around like monkeys. I don't know if monkeys jump a lot, but it sounds right.
Neal's favorite thing that night was picking me up. Mind you, I was in Amanda's miniskirt. Jean Abercrombie miniskirt. It's already an open invitation to stare at my ass, but when you have a druken fool throwing you over your shoulder every 10 minutes, you pretty much are flashing the entire party. Had I been drunkity drunk drunk, it wouldn't have been so traumatic.
Nahhh. I guess not. It wasn't so traumatic. I'm comfortable with my body, and everyone was too trashed to really have noticed. The first time I got scared out of my mind and started slapping Amanda in the face while screaming 'HELP ME HELP ME'. He dropped me on my back which kind of sucked. But he apologized a few billion times and 5 minutes later we were singing "Baba O'Riley" at each other at top volume. The next time he picked me up he threw me onto the washing machine and called me 'sassy'. That's a new one...
There I was, in a Lacoste polo and a slutty miniskirt, covered in beer, dirt and sweat...and I was completely sober.
Only me, right?
That night was magnificent. I ended up driving Andy's Jetta across campus and walking home with Rob. When we got into the Diag he told me if I ran through the sprinklers, he would too. Psh. The boy doesn't know who he's messing with. I was already covered in shit, so I went for it.
"I'm wearing LOAFERS, WOMAN!"
When I walked into my house I got a lot of interesting looks from my roommates.
The next morning I found a footprint on my lower back and a leaf in my hair. Iy.
The party scene has been alive and thriving. I could continue with a ton of random drunken stories, but I've got to watch myself.
My roommates are awesome. I love them and hate them all at the same time. We've all given each other nicknames. Jeff is Crest because he's always brushing his teeth. Dan is Commando because he never wears underwear.
I, however, am Slutty Mc-suck-a-dick.
Now do you understand the hatred?
I don't think I've earned that nickname. I told them that I'm going to take the classy approach to being single and lonely and I'm not going to sleep with anyone. They just laughed.
I'll show them. I CAN BE A GOOD GIRL!
They also call me the Food Nazi because I'm always yelling at them to do their dishes and not steal my food. I steal their food all the time, so I'm basically a huge asshole. Mwahaha.
Last night we all made friends with Dan's hookah. I had a solo dance party in my room, grabbed a hairbrush to sing into, and went buckwild. Ryan and Jon just stared at me and cracked up. Nicoles comment was "No more hookah for Becca".
Alright. Time to end this entry. There is much more to be dicussed. I got a new job. I picked out a study abroad program. I'm going to Germany for 9 months, so you should all be nice to me NOW. I'm going to major in German and never have a career. Whatever. I'm happy. I'll find a way to perservere and kick all your asses.
BIATCH.
CHANTICLEER! OCTOBER 7TH! MOLLY AND I KIDNAP FRASER! BE THERE!
It's homework time. Or I go be completely unproductive and fall over face first on the couch. Oh I'm all over that last option.
Hurry up and get here. I miss you.