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thursday night was suuuuuuuch chaos. 3pm: powerhour with andrea, the timmys, and canadian dan. watched the best of will ferrell (or pretended to watch, since we were all fighting over who could quote each skit perfectly). around 9 we decided to walk to the bar in the rain (thankfully we were still drunk). who in the hell let me bring my credit card? haha. i decided to go balls out since my mom recently informed me that she's gonna help me pay off my bills. sooo... shots for everybody!! except then it got out of control. i think total i bought 18 shots? not to mention the amaretto sour i started the night with and 5 or 6 more beers. needless to say, my bill was in the $80 range. definitely worth it for the complete drunkenness of my friends; i loved it. arto drove us home and i was starting to get pissed off because he and andrea were all over each other (and andrea has a boyfriend of over a year who is completely wonderful to her). it just makes me feel like hell now that i see it when that is basically what i did to doug. so i started crying (thank you soco & lime) and it was just awful. i've started to hold all my emotions in because my friends seem to be sick of hearing about it. hell, i'm even sick of thinking about it. but he still means too much to me to let go. and even though i'm happy with us just being friends, it doesn't make me miss him any less. soo... eventually i passed out around 3:30 which was good because my parents were leaving at 8 to pick me up.
unfortunately i didn't even get to sleep until they got there because the stupid electrician came and had to install another light switch in our room. it seriously would've been nice to know ahead of time that he was scheduled to come at 9 in the fucking morning. needless to say i was still drunk and my eyes were all puffy... i looked and felt like hell. so my parents finally get there and as i'm rounding up the cats, i can't find natty (flashback to thanksgiving when she was missing for three days). i started to freak out because i knew the electrician was in and out of the basement and outside. this was all i needed with a fucking headache the size of texas. so we're tearing apart the house looking for her. finally doug found her hiding in the very back corner of our crawlspace/closet. aagghhh. then i'm smushed in the backseat between my sister and my enormous cat carrier. the car is the very last place in the universe i want to be. every road bump we hit i am holding my breath so i don't vomit. i keep telling myself "gram's is only forty minutes away." but OF COURSE my dad decides now is the opportune time to try out a "new way" to get there. and of course we get lost. and of course it ends up taking us TWO FUCKING HOURS to get here. i wanted to kill him. all i wanted to do was sleep or throw up and my sister kept chattering away in my ear and yes she is cute as a button but not in the car at 10am while fighting a hangover.
finallyyyy got here and i slept for three hours. haha. it was glorious. now i've just been spending some QT with the fam; my mom took me shopping for a graduation outfit which was really sweet. and she almost bought me a dress for senior gala but i couldn't find one that i liked enough. shoot. we went out for ice cream today and talked about how i want to paint/decorate my room. we're also putting the finishing touches on my graduation party shit... i still feel terrible for how much $$ they are spending on it. and on top of it they want to buy me something "nice" for graduation but A) there is nothing i need and B) i think paying my tuition has been more than enough. i keep trying to work on my ginormous load of papers but i have only been able to sit for thirty minutes at a time before losing interest. but the chaucer paper is coming along better than i thought, i have three pages written already!
OMG- the saddest thing in the world happened today. at like 6am it sounds like a war zone outside. but i think i am only dreaming. it turns out there was a really bad car accident about 20 yards from my gram's house. it was a jeep full with six people, ages 14-17. they ran off the road and the gas tank exploded and three of them burned to death. the other three were medivac-ed out by a helicopter that landed in the field DIRECTLY across from my gram's (hence the war noises). they were staying at the hotel down the road for a family reunion that was taking place this weekend. so sad, but i still don't understand how or why 14 year olds were out driving around at 5:30 in the morning?
ok i should probably get ready for bed. it's sooo early but it's been a long day and i know lex is gonna wake me up around 6:30 to look for easter baskets. and i can't be bitter about it because if it weren't for her presence i would be candy-less.