Slowly, my ass is going to engulf my body.
Ever since I returned home from Wadsworth, my days have bled together; with summer fast approaching I don't see an end to this awful and mind boggling trend.
I have no idea what has even happened since the last time that I updated. I guess I will just start with what is important: my birthday.
From the time the clocked hit 12:00 on Saturday morning until the day was done I received more phone calls in that twenty-four hour period than I had in the entire month of May. I spent Friday evening and the early hours of Saturday laying in bed reading and answering text messages and phone calls that bore birthday wishes. Bri came back to the room, perhaps around 1:30, and bestowed upon me probably the greatest birthday present that I have ever been given. The wonderful gift consisted of a compilation CD where she had video taped a number of my friends saying nice things about me and wishing me happy birthday. She and I watched it and found ourselves laughing hysterically at some of the comments and antics of our college friends. (I am not fully computer savvy so I am currently working on uploading it to the internet so that you all may view the video and marvel in it's amazement.) One thing that I had noticed in the short time that I had been 19 was that I was a little clumsy. I had, by 2:00 am, already stubbed my pinkie toe twice. Then, while sleeping, I would, for not apparent reason, get out of bed and fall to the ground skinning my right knee. I knew that I was really getting older when I tried to get up and I was unable to do so. I nearly had to call for help; however, my strength was restored and I was able to pull myself up, throbbing knee and all, and slid back into bed. I really wish that I knew why I had gotten up in the first place.
Saturday morning I woke and received even more phone calls; I had a number of text messages and voice mails that were sent and left respectively during the span of my REM cycle. I spent the day doing a whole lot of nothing- relaxation was key. I was fortunate enough to catch Sean Green online; he wished me a happy birthday and told me that my birthday, from his perspective, would be spent in a concentration camp. I would honestly say that is a first. Not only have I not known anyone to hang out in a concentration camp on my birthday, but I have never known anyone that has hung out in a concentration camp period. Two more weeks until my "new"-found friend comes back from Europe. I hope that he brings me back the British boy that I am pining over.
I had to run a few errands so I left for work early. My first stop: Target (and I managed to get lost on the way there-seriously, when there are too many exits clumped together, someone is bound to get confused). While at Target I paroozed the purses and then found my way to the party and birthday section. I analyzed and scrutinized the few tiaras that they ha on hand finally settling on one with pink plastic diamonds.
My next stops were at the bank and Kroger. After I purchased some fruit punch and some cookies to share with my darling co-workers, I was on my way to the parking garage when I saw something that changed my life. Kenwood Mall is basically a very nice, very wealthy mall. It is laden with stores like Coach, Lacoste, J.Crew, Guess, and other variable stores where socks cost more than my entire existence. I happened to be driving behind a very new, very shiny, very expensive looking car when my eyes were averted to the trunk area. I was nearly taken aback when I saw the rear end of a rubber chicken sticking out from the closed trunk. The feet of said rubber chicken were flailing in every which direction causing me to feel almost remorseful towards the poor chicken.
I meandered into work and was greeted by hugs and more birthday wishes. Jimmy let me have my choice of stations; I was open to anything but the fitting rooms. I was put up front to straighten, meet, greet, and assist all American Eagle shoppers. With my tiara in place, I began to fold and say hello to the hoards of shoppers that flooded the store. After awhile Jimmy asked me to do a favor: a light had fallen down off of the lighting track and he would like for me to get the ladder and to put the light back in its proper location before someone was careless broke it. Using my rippling muscles I carried the gigantic ladder to the front of the store where the light needed to be replaced. I climbed all the way to the top, finagled with it for a bit, and then things became unusually quiet. The music had stopped playing and as I turned around there was an uproar of slightly less than melodic singing voices. My managers, co-workers, and even a patron or two burst out into "Happy Birthday" while I stood like a bafoon fifteen feet in the air on a ladder holding a light bulb, and light bulb apparatus, in my hand. I was dumbfounded so I did the first thing that came to mind: I orchestrated. I looked like a creep, geek, nerd, weirdo, what have you conducting my choir of American Eagle associates. I have never loved and hated life so much at the same time.
The rest of my evening at work went swimmingly. Bri was even kind enough to buy me an Icee from down the way at Blue Chip Cookie. Ashley let me leave work about a half an hour early so I retreated back to 604 and was met with colorful balloons and wonderful roommates. I was also met with presents. Oooh, presents. The dears bought me a t-shirt, a colorful, retro-looking, headband, and some cookies from Greater's. Melinda also ordered me The Contemporary Dictionary of Sexual Euphemisms. I have lovely roommates to say the least.
This is me in my new shirt.
After the gift giving it was time for bubble tea and dinner. Chris, Krista, and 604 squeezed into Bri's car and drove a few blocks to Fusion Cafe where we ordered bubble tea and chicken. Melinda, a vegetarian of six years, even nibbled on a piece of chicken; we capture it on digital film.
Once we were back in 604 we sat around for a while contemplating our activities for the evening. I was aching to do something fun and I knew that Bri and Alyssa were down for whatever I deemed as exciting: Melinda had work to do so she opted to stay in for the evening (which was totally cool because I love her). We polished, primped, and primed ourselves and walked across campus to AEpie, the Jew frat, and hung out with our favorite Jewish boys. The night consisted of dancing, music, laughs, many photographs, and good times. We left the house just before 2:00 and turned in for the night.
I would say that my birthday was an all-around success.
We had calling hours for the dino wall last night. It was a good time. Not nearly as many people showed up as we were anticipating; however, there was still a pretty solid turn out. I think that today is the day that the epic wall must come down.
Since Saturday my life has consisted of studying for exams, taking a couple of exams, and work. I am plum tuckered out, but I have no choice but to keep on going. I will be hanging out at American Eagle for several hours this afternoon/evening. Then, tonight, I have a dinner date at Annie and Sofia's summer house so that I may receive more birthday love. I have my final two exams tomorrow: Biology and French. I should be studying for Biology right now, but I feel as though there are so many other things that I would rather be doing. Plus, all of my roommates are still sleeping. (I am not sure why that is relevant, but it probably is.)
I have no idea what has even happened since the last time that I updated. I guess I will just start with what is important: my birthday.
From the time the clocked hit 12:00 on Saturday morning until the day was done I received more phone calls in that twenty-four hour period than I had in the entire month of May. I spent Friday evening and the early hours of Saturday laying in bed reading and answering text messages and phone calls that bore birthday wishes. Bri came back to the room, perhaps around 1:30, and bestowed upon me probably the greatest birthday present that I have ever been given. The wonderful gift consisted of a compilation CD where she had video taped a number of my friends saying nice things about me and wishing me happy birthday. She and I watched it and found ourselves laughing hysterically at some of the comments and antics of our college friends. (I am not fully computer savvy so I am currently working on uploading it to the internet so that you all may view the video and marvel in it's amazement.) One thing that I had noticed in the short time that I had been 19 was that I was a little clumsy. I had, by 2:00 am, already stubbed my pinkie toe twice. Then, while sleeping, I would, for not apparent reason, get out of bed and fall to the ground skinning my right knee. I knew that I was really getting older when I tried to get up and I was unable to do so. I nearly had to call for help; however, my strength was restored and I was able to pull myself up, throbbing knee and all, and slid back into bed. I really wish that I knew why I had gotten up in the first place.
Saturday morning I woke and received even more phone calls; I had a number of text messages and voice mails that were sent and left respectively during the span of my REM cycle. I spent the day doing a whole lot of nothing- relaxation was key. I was fortunate enough to catch Sean Green online; he wished me a happy birthday and told me that my birthday, from his perspective, would be spent in a concentration camp. I would honestly say that is a first. Not only have I not known anyone to hang out in a concentration camp on my birthday, but I have never known anyone that has hung out in a concentration camp period. Two more weeks until my "new"-found friend comes back from Europe. I hope that he brings me back the British boy that I am pining over.
I had to run a few errands so I left for work early. My first stop: Target (and I managed to get lost on the way there-seriously, when there are too many exits clumped together, someone is bound to get confused). While at Target I paroozed the purses and then found my way to the party and birthday section. I analyzed and scrutinized the few tiaras that they ha on hand finally settling on one with pink plastic diamonds.
My next stops were at the bank and Kroger. After I purchased some fruit punch and some cookies to share with my darling co-workers, I was on my way to the parking garage when I saw something that changed my life. Kenwood Mall is basically a very nice, very wealthy mall. It is laden with stores like Coach, Lacoste, J.Crew, Guess, and other variable stores where socks cost more than my entire existence. I happened to be driving behind a very new, very shiny, very expensive looking car when my eyes were averted to the trunk area. I was nearly taken aback when I saw the rear end of a rubber chicken sticking out from the closed trunk. The feet of said rubber chicken were flailing in every which direction causing me to feel almost remorseful towards the poor chicken.
I meandered into work and was greeted by hugs and more birthday wishes. Jimmy let me have my choice of stations; I was open to anything but the fitting rooms. I was put up front to straighten, meet, greet, and assist all American Eagle shoppers. With my tiara in place, I began to fold and say hello to the hoards of shoppers that flooded the store. After awhile Jimmy asked me to do a favor: a light had fallen down off of the lighting track and he would like for me to get the ladder and to put the light back in its proper location before someone was careless broke it. Using my rippling muscles I carried the gigantic ladder to the front of the store where the light needed to be replaced. I climbed all the way to the top, finagled with it for a bit, and then things became unusually quiet. The music had stopped playing and as I turned around there was an uproar of slightly less than melodic singing voices. My managers, co-workers, and even a patron or two burst out into "Happy Birthday" while I stood like a bafoon fifteen feet in the air on a ladder holding a light bulb, and light bulb apparatus, in my hand. I was dumbfounded so I did the first thing that came to mind: I orchestrated. I looked like a creep, geek, nerd, weirdo, what have you conducting my choir of American Eagle associates. I have never loved and hated life so much at the same time.
The rest of my evening at work went swimmingly. Bri was even kind enough to buy me an Icee from down the way at Blue Chip Cookie. Ashley let me leave work about a half an hour early so I retreated back to 604 and was met with colorful balloons and wonderful roommates. I was also met with presents. Oooh, presents. The dears bought me a t-shirt, a colorful, retro-looking, headband, and some cookies from Greater's. Melinda also ordered me The Contemporary Dictionary of Sexual Euphemisms. I have lovely roommates to say the least.
This is me in my new shirt.
After the gift giving it was time for bubble tea and dinner. Chris, Krista, and 604 squeezed into Bri's car and drove a few blocks to Fusion Cafe where we ordered bubble tea and chicken. Melinda, a vegetarian of six years, even nibbled on a piece of chicken; we capture it on digital film.
Once we were back in 604 we sat around for a while contemplating our activities for the evening. I was aching to do something fun and I knew that Bri and Alyssa were down for whatever I deemed as exciting: Melinda had work to do so she opted to stay in for the evening (which was totally cool because I love her). We polished, primped, and primed ourselves and walked across campus to AEpie, the Jew frat, and hung out with our favorite Jewish boys. The night consisted of dancing, music, laughs, many photographs, and good times. We left the house just before 2:00 and turned in for the night.
I would say that my birthday was an all-around success.
We had calling hours for the dino wall last night. It was a good time. Not nearly as many people showed up as we were anticipating; however, there was still a pretty solid turn out. I think that today is the day that the epic wall must come down.
Since Saturday my life has consisted of studying for exams, taking a couple of exams, and work. I am plum tuckered out, but I have no choice but to keep on going. I will be hanging out at American Eagle for several hours this afternoon/evening. Then, tonight, I have a dinner date at Annie and Sofia's summer house so that I may receive more birthday love. I have my final two exams tomorrow: Biology and French. I should be studying for Biology right now, but I feel as though there are so many other things that I would rather be doing. Plus, all of my roommates are still sleeping. (I am not sure why that is relevant, but it probably is.)