"See ya, Scorcese on coke." - Knocked Up

[eliiise]

No one reads this, which I take great comfort in. Last weekend Kristen came to Richmond and stayed with me all weekend. Friday I went over to Joe and Devin's, which was cool cas I hadn't seen them in about a million years. When I first got there I walked into a pitch black room with a ton of people sitting around, and asked if I knew anyone. Let me just say its bizarre to not be able to see anything and have a bunch of people scream "ELISE MARSHALL?!?" when you don't know who's so excited. Ah well. Saturday we went to Jake Broglio's party. Kristen and I suddenly found ourselves being the only girls, which you think would be a blessing. Nope. Being manhandled by creepy guys is not so much fun. At least I got a good comeback out of it ("Stop grabbing my ass. I'm not you guys' fucking chew toy.") I didn't appreciate the cleverness of the implied men-are-dogs until the next morning though. At least alcohol doesn't impair my wit.

Sunday Kristen and I went to the American Idol concert in Charlottesville. Whatever, its lame, but I watch the show so whatever. Despite the bizarre "Go AMERICA" hypnotizing segment, it was actually sweet. Afterwards Kristen and I were creepy stalkers and hung out for about an hour staring down at the American Idol people, but it paid off because we got to meet Chris Richardson. Which, I'm not gonna lie, was really cool. Also, on an even creepier note, I can now say I've had all 10 'idols' from this season wave up at me. I'm so lame.

Also, I'm lonely. And sick of people bullshitting me. Step up, or walk the fuck away.