Busy, busy, busy
Kayla (the girl I'm moving in with) invited Kerry and I to her boyfriend's show. It was Saturday night and Kerry and I decided to make an adventure of the day.
I took Kerry horseback riding . . . on Checkers . . . not a good idea. He took off, she decided that it wasn't worth it and jumped off. So then she and I just went on a WALK ONLY trail ride. But it's only light outside for like four minutes a day--not to mention the fact that very little daylight penetrates Pioneer Park anyway. Our trail ride was short and cold.
Then we went to my house, stole towels, shampoo, soap and headed down to the Country Club to swim. There was a lifeguard working who I've never seen before--he had a soul patch. Neat. He was also playing Jack Johnson really loud in the pool. Now, it being January and all, the bubble is on the pool. This creates one beast of an echo. So Mr. Soul Patch was ruining what would have been a very relaxing combination of swimmning and Jack Johnson because the music was totally distorted. I haven't been swimming since July, probably. I had so much fun, but then everyone knows that total immersion is like simulating your mother's womb--it's supposed to be totally relaxing and make you feel safe. That's why Holden Caulfield has the inexplicable desire to take a bath while he's all alone in the big city.
Kerry and I ran into the DiJulio clan. Not the whole clan, there are too many of them for the Country Club . . . Just Jacquie's family was there. George, who I went to say hi to, Scott and girlfriend Jessica, and Katie who is growing up so fast. That was fun.
Kerry and I got all clean, stopped at home again to dump off the wet towels. I stole a pot and then we left.
We drove out to the concert thingy and there were all these kids in black with died hair and what looked like some really painful piercings. We found Kayla and Blaine who told us that Blaine's band, the Sadie Hawkins Rejects, wasn't playing for like hours. So we decided to go to Taco Bell. Don't make fun, it's cheap.
Luckily I used to spend way too much time in the Kirkland/Juanita area and I knew exactly where Taco Bell was--about two blocks away. We were standing in line, waiting to order and talking about who knows what when the guys behind us butted in on our conversation. I automatically (and without thinking of the consequences) switched to Character Mode and struck up conversation. These guys could have been in the crowd outside the concert Blaine was playing at. They had those huge plugs in their ears and were wearing black accessories with big metal spikes. But they were really nice. I took a photo of them with my digital camera. They ended up sitting down with us.
Adam, was really, really skinny. He doesn't go to school, doesn't work, doesn't do anything. He likes New Found Glory--even though they're "pop punk." He wants to get a tattoo across his abdomen with a heart the size of your fist in the middle with a sash that says "hide your heart" and then a whole bunch of cherry blossoms or something. It sounded cool. Adam has two hampsters but they are at his ex-girlfriend's house while they work through their custody battle. He was a careful dresser, dies and straightens his hair, but would never admit to any of this.
Travis was heavier set, actually wore color, and seemed to have direction in life as opposed to his sidekick, Adam. Travis is a junior at the UW and lives in a fraternity (but obviously I don't know which one because I don't give a shit). Kerry says that his frat is the rapist frat. He listens to hard-core punk, does not have a tattoo or any unusual piercings, but does have huge spacers in his ears that he can hang things like padlocks in. He has a Sprint cell phone. Travis was kind enough to explain all the different styles of penis piercings to me and Kerry. He referred to the tip of the penis as "the helmet."
Adam asked for my phone number. I was trying to say no nicely (I'm getting better at it) when Travis interrupted to say that he'd just give me his and then the ball was in my court. Neat, what if I forfeit the game?
Oh yeah, they knew Blaine's band and had heard them a couple times before and said they sucked. We confessed that we didn't really want to go to the show and so Adam and Travis invited us to get drunk with them. We told them we had back up plans (a true fact), but that we appreciated the offer (maybe not such a true fact).
So Kerry and I ditched the show and headed back to the dorms. We went and got Colin and Jeff and went to Steven's Pantry to buy food. MACARONI AND CHEESE! We used the pot I stole and the stove in the basement and made mac 'n' cheese and mini boboli pizzas and then went upstairs to watch all three Back to the Future movies in order. It was so much fun. They tried to quiz me and stump me but I know everything about those movies (okay, fine, I know everything about just the first one)--but they couldn't beat me.
The third movie sucks so I got on Colin's computer and went to the Britney Spears official website and played like all of her music videos. I got mad at the "I Love Rock 'n' Roll" video and started yelling at Britney:
"You're not rock 'n' roll, you're pop! That's poop with one 'o'"
At like two all these guys from upstairs barged in to hang out with us. Nice.
I went to bed at like four thirty.
Sunday, yesterday. Woke up way too early. But what the hell, it was MOVING DAY! I was packing up my shit to move when Alea confesses to me that the head RA had called her and she got into the cluster that she had requested. So guess what that means, guys . . . I was moving rooms for no fucking reason at all. Alea had already put in a room change request and got it and hadn't told me. But the bigger bitch of the matter is that she was moving yesterday too. So as of four thirty yesterday there is no one in room 139 of Mercer West. FUCK. What a huge, red head, rash of the earth bitch.
But, I'm still perfectly happy because my new roommate is awesome and she's always gone on the weekends to hang out with Blaine. Plus, I'm directly across the hall from Kerry. Last night was my first night in my new room. Kerry and I got dinner together and then went to the Mix for icecream. We got like eighteen pounds of free postcards and then decided to look at the ones they have at Tower. They're doing all this construction on the Ave. and we didn't want to walk around it so we decided to just cross the street through all of the ripped up ground. We got half way across when all of a sudden Kerry screamed. We were sinking into the ground. It was like quicksand. It sucked. So we frantically hopped to the other side and dragged mud all over Tower Records. But the postcards were cool, so it was worth it.
Then we got back to the dorm, changed into PJs, turned on our TVs and lay in bed watching "Sleepless in Seattle." It was funny because we were right across the hall, with our doors open, talking to eachother, but we refused to get up and just watch the same TV in the same room. Then Ryan came over to play and he ended up doing a "spend over" in my new room. It was fun until he woke up at five thirty to go to a football work out. That was not so much fun.
I'm such a huge clutz. I fell like twenty times yesterday, including--and this is the best--one instance where I was on my bed which is lofted and I tried to step on my chair to get down only I slipped on the Britney Spears wall calendar that I had left on the seat and fell crashing to the floor right in front of Ryan and Kerry. I was laughing so hard. I guess it's fair, though, since I did yell at Britney earlier.
I went to the doctor at Hall Health today. I've been having really bad stomach pain, like worse than ever before. They drew blood and took x-rays but they don't know what's wrong with me. I did get a prescription for stomach pills and hotshot numb me from the neck down pain killers. Oh yeah, and the doctor raped me about my eating habits. Sorry that I gorge, you beater bitch you. So that's the day so far.
Oh yeah, Happy Birthday Suzanne. I love you.
I took Kerry horseback riding . . . on Checkers . . . not a good idea. He took off, she decided that it wasn't worth it and jumped off. So then she and I just went on a WALK ONLY trail ride. But it's only light outside for like four minutes a day--not to mention the fact that very little daylight penetrates Pioneer Park anyway. Our trail ride was short and cold.
Then we went to my house, stole towels, shampoo, soap and headed down to the Country Club to swim. There was a lifeguard working who I've never seen before--he had a soul patch. Neat. He was also playing Jack Johnson really loud in the pool. Now, it being January and all, the bubble is on the pool. This creates one beast of an echo. So Mr. Soul Patch was ruining what would have been a very relaxing combination of swimmning and Jack Johnson because the music was totally distorted. I haven't been swimming since July, probably. I had so much fun, but then everyone knows that total immersion is like simulating your mother's womb--it's supposed to be totally relaxing and make you feel safe. That's why Holden Caulfield has the inexplicable desire to take a bath while he's all alone in the big city.
Kerry and I ran into the DiJulio clan. Not the whole clan, there are too many of them for the Country Club . . . Just Jacquie's family was there. George, who I went to say hi to, Scott and girlfriend Jessica, and Katie who is growing up so fast. That was fun.
Kerry and I got all clean, stopped at home again to dump off the wet towels. I stole a pot and then we left.
We drove out to the concert thingy and there were all these kids in black with died hair and what looked like some really painful piercings. We found Kayla and Blaine who told us that Blaine's band, the Sadie Hawkins Rejects, wasn't playing for like hours. So we decided to go to Taco Bell. Don't make fun, it's cheap.
Luckily I used to spend way too much time in the Kirkland/Juanita area and I knew exactly where Taco Bell was--about two blocks away. We were standing in line, waiting to order and talking about who knows what when the guys behind us butted in on our conversation. I automatically (and without thinking of the consequences) switched to Character Mode and struck up conversation. These guys could have been in the crowd outside the concert Blaine was playing at. They had those huge plugs in their ears and were wearing black accessories with big metal spikes. But they were really nice. I took a photo of them with my digital camera. They ended up sitting down with us.
Adam, was really, really skinny. He doesn't go to school, doesn't work, doesn't do anything. He likes New Found Glory--even though they're "pop punk." He wants to get a tattoo across his abdomen with a heart the size of your fist in the middle with a sash that says "hide your heart" and then a whole bunch of cherry blossoms or something. It sounded cool. Adam has two hampsters but they are at his ex-girlfriend's house while they work through their custody battle. He was a careful dresser, dies and straightens his hair, but would never admit to any of this.
Travis was heavier set, actually wore color, and seemed to have direction in life as opposed to his sidekick, Adam. Travis is a junior at the UW and lives in a fraternity (but obviously I don't know which one because I don't give a shit). Kerry says that his frat is the rapist frat. He listens to hard-core punk, does not have a tattoo or any unusual piercings, but does have huge spacers in his ears that he can hang things like padlocks in. He has a Sprint cell phone. Travis was kind enough to explain all the different styles of penis piercings to me and Kerry. He referred to the tip of the penis as "the helmet."
Adam asked for my phone number. I was trying to say no nicely (I'm getting better at it) when Travis interrupted to say that he'd just give me his and then the ball was in my court. Neat, what if I forfeit the game?
Oh yeah, they knew Blaine's band and had heard them a couple times before and said they sucked. We confessed that we didn't really want to go to the show and so Adam and Travis invited us to get drunk with them. We told them we had back up plans (a true fact), but that we appreciated the offer (maybe not such a true fact).
So Kerry and I ditched the show and headed back to the dorms. We went and got Colin and Jeff and went to Steven's Pantry to buy food. MACARONI AND CHEESE! We used the pot I stole and the stove in the basement and made mac 'n' cheese and mini boboli pizzas and then went upstairs to watch all three Back to the Future movies in order. It was so much fun. They tried to quiz me and stump me but I know everything about those movies (okay, fine, I know everything about just the first one)--but they couldn't beat me.
The third movie sucks so I got on Colin's computer and went to the Britney Spears official website and played like all of her music videos. I got mad at the "I Love Rock 'n' Roll" video and started yelling at Britney:
"You're not rock 'n' roll, you're pop! That's poop with one 'o'"
At like two all these guys from upstairs barged in to hang out with us. Nice.
I went to bed at like four thirty.
Sunday, yesterday. Woke up way too early. But what the hell, it was MOVING DAY! I was packing up my shit to move when Alea confesses to me that the head RA had called her and she got into the cluster that she had requested. So guess what that means, guys . . . I was moving rooms for no fucking reason at all. Alea had already put in a room change request and got it and hadn't told me. But the bigger bitch of the matter is that she was moving yesterday too. So as of four thirty yesterday there is no one in room 139 of Mercer West. FUCK. What a huge, red head, rash of the earth bitch.
But, I'm still perfectly happy because my new roommate is awesome and she's always gone on the weekends to hang out with Blaine. Plus, I'm directly across the hall from Kerry. Last night was my first night in my new room. Kerry and I got dinner together and then went to the Mix for icecream. We got like eighteen pounds of free postcards and then decided to look at the ones they have at Tower. They're doing all this construction on the Ave. and we didn't want to walk around it so we decided to just cross the street through all of the ripped up ground. We got half way across when all of a sudden Kerry screamed. We were sinking into the ground. It was like quicksand. It sucked. So we frantically hopped to the other side and dragged mud all over Tower Records. But the postcards were cool, so it was worth it.
Then we got back to the dorm, changed into PJs, turned on our TVs and lay in bed watching "Sleepless in Seattle." It was funny because we were right across the hall, with our doors open, talking to eachother, but we refused to get up and just watch the same TV in the same room. Then Ryan came over to play and he ended up doing a "spend over" in my new room. It was fun until he woke up at five thirty to go to a football work out. That was not so much fun.
I'm such a huge clutz. I fell like twenty times yesterday, including--and this is the best--one instance where I was on my bed which is lofted and I tried to step on my chair to get down only I slipped on the Britney Spears wall calendar that I had left on the seat and fell crashing to the floor right in front of Ryan and Kerry. I was laughing so hard. I guess it's fair, though, since I did yell at Britney earlier.
I went to the doctor at Hall Health today. I've been having really bad stomach pain, like worse than ever before. They drew blood and took x-rays but they don't know what's wrong with me. I did get a prescription for stomach pills and hotshot numb me from the neck down pain killers. Oh yeah, and the doctor raped me about my eating habits. Sorry that I gorge, you beater bitch you. So that's the day so far.
Oh yeah, Happy Birthday Suzanne. I love you.