(minus the whole prison ordeal)
So I'm here at my aunts house in New York. I've spent a long weekend with my mother's large family, all the cousins, almost all of the aunts and uncles, the grandparents, the whole shabang. I always knew my family was crazy, but we definitely outdid ourselves with silliness this weekend:
My uptight 60something year old aunt came out and found my cousin and I smoking hookah and ended up smoking with us and tried to teach us to blow smoke rings (I got one good one!).
While playing a rousing game of Taboo my little cousin's friend came up with: this happens when you're old like my mom, and it makes you ugly... (the word was depressed).
My aunt found a blackhead behind my ear and picked it (that's love...?).
My aunt onia and I peak without uing the letter " " becaue then he doent lip when he get leepy. We tarted doing thi at dinner and next thing the whole family i peaking thi way and trying to hold a eriou dicuion at the dinner table while peaking like thi. It wa o ridiculou!
I've also been reliving being 5 with my little cousin. You never know what adventures the backyard holds when you're 5.
Now I'm sitting around the house because it is filled with workmen (insulating the basement and fixing a gas leak) and I have to wait til they leave to go out. Mollie stopped by and kept me company for a while though, which was kickass. I also have my aunt's crazy pug for company. Though I shouldn't say crazy, because she is my god daughter after all.
So kids, that's all. I won't bore you with more family drivel. No fistfights to speak of, no enlightening drug stories either, just one fucked up high when smoking pot with my once straightedge cousin, and on that note: don't watch Boondock Saints when you're feeling fucked up.
Words of wisdom straight from the horses mouth (or however that expression goes).
Let's do our reunion at Conn sometime in June, I bet it would be beautiful, but it has to be after the real reunion is over.
Hope everyone is good! Off to be Martha Stewart and get the workmen drinks and clean the house for when more family comes over later.
Take care of your crazy selves and keep posting!
Love, a
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Monday, May 30, 2005
unpacking like it's my job
Well my weekend did not include a wild fistacuffs incident. No blows were aimed at my head and no death threats were wished upon my life. However, there was a rather vibrant soiree at a friend's house on Saturday where in the only ass whooping that occured included my beer pong (yes beer pong not beitrut) team's assault on the other pairs that came our way. Our most noteable attack included my sinking a missile-like shot into the top cup in the 10 cup pyramid followed immeadiately by an ultra sneak attack bounce by my partner to start the game off with a three cup kill and another cup to follow. The rest of the night fuzzes into multi-colored shades of blurriness but I assure you one thing was clear: I very much missed all of you that evening, from reminiscing the crazy games of beer pong in Harkness to fun nights in Plant to all sorts of crazy things. While this night of debauchery and exploration into our well-known world of drunkness was fun and opened my eyes to things I have not seen before (i.e. random things my friends have said or a random body part here and there) I did not experience the same life changing revelations that Chester did with his fungi. This party was most definitely the highlight of a week that was full of dust, unpacking and packing boxes, and all around boringness. I hope that you all are having a wonderful time doing whatever it is that you are doing. Much love to you all!!
Hot Puppy in Those Shits
Hey everyone, just came out alive from the tornado of my brother's (Scott's) wedding. I won't bore you with the details, but it went off wonderfully. The interesting parts of my story don't have quite so much to do with the wedding itself
First off, we went into the city for the bachelors party (my brother and 6 of his best friends) with an arsenal of drinks and drugs, not to mention keys to a penthouse suite on 44th and 5th. The evening began with charming toasting of champagne, but soon degraded into considerably less elegant drinking activities. We miraculously made it to a bar where one of Scott's friends managed to charm the bartender into giving us way too many free rounds of shots. From there was puking, failed attempts at bringing girls back to the hotel room (by the same kid who had just puked), long conversations about the middle east with bodega owners, invitations to very sketchy sounding parties, coke offers, crack purchase attempts, cabbies being hailed just to talk to, general drunken debauchery, and of course, someone somehow ended up in a bathrobe.
The real surprise actually came last night when my friend Morgan, I, and two of Scott’s friends were in Morgan's car driving back from the wedding. We stopped at a deli to grab some sandwiches, and on the way back to the car, one of Scotts friends made an offhanded comment to a car of high school seniors that had just pulled up to the effect of "hey, are those girls with you?"
Aside from some specific words fudged from memory, this is entirely true.
Not really expecting any response we were almost in the car when one of three guys, who we will call Shorty, Fatty, and Bad News, yelled back at my brothers friend, saying, extremely aggressively, "Fuck you piece of shit, I'll fucking kill you." Not wanting to start anything, Scott’s friend replied "hey, forget it man." it wouldn't end up being that easy.
I want to take a second to remind you that we were on our way back from a wedding reception.
Everyone was dressed to the nines and I was in my tuxedo.
Fatty says "look at you fucking faggots, you little pussy bitches all dressed up, get the fuck out of my town" and he pushes my brothers 27 year old friend. At this point we realize that this problem isn't going to solve itself, so we get behind Scotts friend, which prompts them to line up right in front of us. In a line it's me against Shorty, next to Scott’s friend against Fatty, next to Morgan against Bad News. I'm yelling for everyone to chill out, but it isn't doing much good. Fatty keeps pushing Scott’s friend, who keeps his cool, but Bad News is a different story.
Bad News is about 6'3". He's a tall guy, but he's built, a meathead for sure, and often long arms can be deadlier than muscle. To top it of, he's belligerently drunk
He starts pushing Morgan really aggressively until Morg can't take it anymore. Morg finally pushes back, and Bad News slams a right hook into Morgan’s face. Morgan stumbles back into the side of his car, reeling from a hard blow, and starts to go back after Bad News. In the chaos that ensues, a crowd forms, and each side is trying to hold their guy back, but since these idiots are so aggressive, and actually deserve to get their asses kicked, it’s hard to keep the two sides apart. There’s some more frantic grabbing and pushing, but nothing too bad until the owner of the deli comes out. He starts yelling at everyone to stop, which everyone does, except for Bad News, who has taken off his shirt, and is screaming "I'll kill you, I'll fucking kill you" at Morgan.
Since people seem to be holding him back, and we all get back into Morgan’s car, the manager goes back inside, assuming it’s over.
A bloody faced Morgan and the rest of us are about to leave when Fatty and Shorty, in a brilliant move, have just let Bad News go, and are making no further attempts to control this drunken maniac. The car door opens, and Bad News starts yelling at Morgan "You lost!!! You lost!!! Say you lost! Say it!!"
Morgan, just sitting in the drivers’ seat replies "Jesus Christ, if I say I lost, will you get the fuck away from me?"
Bad News answers by punching Morgan as hard as he can in the face.
At this point Morgan and I rush out of the car, and by the time I swing around from the passenger's side both Bad News and Shorty are double teaming Morgan. I rip shorty off of Morgan, who is on the ground being assaulted. Shorty turns around and slams me in the face, and before I have time to even realize what’s happened, I feel a crack on the back of my head, presumably from Fatty. I fell the ground.
By the time I got up, I saw a buddy from high school, Wes, run up to Bad News, and push him off of Morgan. Bad News turns to Wes, and throws a punch. Wes dodges it, and gives Bad News a hard right hook, which downs him right away. Wes then jumps on Bad News and starts beating the shit out of him, and it takes about ten people to drag their flailing bodies away from each other. Morg went over to Wes, said something (I’m guessing he thanked him) and we got into the car and got the fuck out of there.
Last time I saw Morg he thought that his nose might be broken, but I talked to him about an hour ago, and he said it’s probably ok. So now I go off to return a tux with bloodstains and a ripped leg, and look forward to a summer in East Hampton that has god knows what in store. We will have internet though, so I can still check out this nifty blog. Hope everyone’s having a good summer. Way profundo on the early eve of your day
First off, we went into the city for the bachelors party (my brother and 6 of his best friends) with an arsenal of drinks and drugs, not to mention keys to a penthouse suite on 44th and 5th. The evening began with charming toasting of champagne, but soon degraded into considerably less elegant drinking activities. We miraculously made it to a bar where one of Scott's friends managed to charm the bartender into giving us way too many free rounds of shots. From there was puking, failed attempts at bringing girls back to the hotel room (by the same kid who had just puked), long conversations about the middle east with bodega owners, invitations to very sketchy sounding parties, coke offers, crack purchase attempts, cabbies being hailed just to talk to, general drunken debauchery, and of course, someone somehow ended up in a bathrobe.
The real surprise actually came last night when my friend Morgan, I, and two of Scott’s friends were in Morgan's car driving back from the wedding. We stopped at a deli to grab some sandwiches, and on the way back to the car, one of Scotts friends made an offhanded comment to a car of high school seniors that had just pulled up to the effect of "hey, are those girls with you?"
Aside from some specific words fudged from memory, this is entirely true.
Not really expecting any response we were almost in the car when one of three guys, who we will call Shorty, Fatty, and Bad News, yelled back at my brothers friend, saying, extremely aggressively, "Fuck you piece of shit, I'll fucking kill you." Not wanting to start anything, Scott’s friend replied "hey, forget it man." it wouldn't end up being that easy.
I want to take a second to remind you that we were on our way back from a wedding reception.
Everyone was dressed to the nines and I was in my tuxedo.
Fatty says "look at you fucking faggots, you little pussy bitches all dressed up, get the fuck out of my town" and he pushes my brothers 27 year old friend. At this point we realize that this problem isn't going to solve itself, so we get behind Scotts friend, which prompts them to line up right in front of us. In a line it's me against Shorty, next to Scott’s friend against Fatty, next to Morgan against Bad News. I'm yelling for everyone to chill out, but it isn't doing much good. Fatty keeps pushing Scott’s friend, who keeps his cool, but Bad News is a different story.
Bad News is about 6'3". He's a tall guy, but he's built, a meathead for sure, and often long arms can be deadlier than muscle. To top it of, he's belligerently drunk
He starts pushing Morgan really aggressively until Morg can't take it anymore. Morg finally pushes back, and Bad News slams a right hook into Morgan’s face. Morgan stumbles back into the side of his car, reeling from a hard blow, and starts to go back after Bad News. In the chaos that ensues, a crowd forms, and each side is trying to hold their guy back, but since these idiots are so aggressive, and actually deserve to get their asses kicked, it’s hard to keep the two sides apart. There’s some more frantic grabbing and pushing, but nothing too bad until the owner of the deli comes out. He starts yelling at everyone to stop, which everyone does, except for Bad News, who has taken off his shirt, and is screaming "I'll kill you, I'll fucking kill you" at Morgan.
Since people seem to be holding him back, and we all get back into Morgan’s car, the manager goes back inside, assuming it’s over.
A bloody faced Morgan and the rest of us are about to leave when Fatty and Shorty, in a brilliant move, have just let Bad News go, and are making no further attempts to control this drunken maniac. The car door opens, and Bad News starts yelling at Morgan "You lost!!! You lost!!! Say you lost! Say it!!"
Morgan, just sitting in the drivers’ seat replies "Jesus Christ, if I say I lost, will you get the fuck away from me?"
Bad News answers by punching Morgan as hard as he can in the face.
At this point Morgan and I rush out of the car, and by the time I swing around from the passenger's side both Bad News and Shorty are double teaming Morgan. I rip shorty off of Morgan, who is on the ground being assaulted. Shorty turns around and slams me in the face, and before I have time to even realize what’s happened, I feel a crack on the back of my head, presumably from Fatty. I fell the ground.
By the time I got up, I saw a buddy from high school, Wes, run up to Bad News, and push him off of Morgan. Bad News turns to Wes, and throws a punch. Wes dodges it, and gives Bad News a hard right hook, which downs him right away. Wes then jumps on Bad News and starts beating the shit out of him, and it takes about ten people to drag their flailing bodies away from each other. Morg went over to Wes, said something (I’m guessing he thanked him) and we got into the car and got the fuck out of there.
Last time I saw Morg he thought that his nose might be broken, but I talked to him about an hour ago, and he said it’s probably ok. So now I go off to return a tux with bloodstains and a ripped leg, and look forward to a summer in East Hampton that has god knows what in store. We will have internet though, so I can still check out this nifty blog. Hope everyone’s having a good summer. Way profundo on the early eve of your day
Friday, May 27, 2005
summer plans, coming together nicely
Dear everybody reading this post,
I miss
However, I've had a productive week, got approved for my student VISA in nyc, so now I can legally go to
And I definitely check this blog more often than I'd like to admit (much like facebook), so hooray for posting.
El Fin.
boring
I am so bored. I am so bored that I figured out how to upgrade my crappy Mac computer so I could post on this silly thang. I am so bored that I am reading the unabridged 800 pager Les Miserables just because. I am so bored that I walked through the pouring rain to go to the town library for no reason. I am so bored that I walked to Old Navy because I have no car. I am so bored that I have made 3 different kinds of cookies in the past week. I am so bored that I went through every article of clothing I own and am giving a lot away to charity. I am so bored that I am trying to memorize Beethoven's moonlight sonata on the piano. I am so bored that I continue to post on this thingy. Of my two best friends from home, one is in Greece and the other is going to Ecuador in a week. I've been watching t.v. for a disgusting amount of time and now realize how much t.v. watching can affect young children. I've actually been hanging out with my mother a lot, which, if you didn't know, is probably the hardest thing in my life to do. And I've run over 2 miles every single day. Well, I'm gonna go be bored some more, but I'm glad everyone is having good summers and such. Too much free time is not always a good thing.
same idea, new experience.
Have you ever felt like you were in a movie, or perhaps being watched? I am not really talking about when there is drama in your life, and it seems that you are living out a soap opera, but more a feeling of surreal ness that surrounds you. Well, as odd as it may sound, I feel like there is a camera over my shoulder, following me, and there is an audience of people waiting to see what happens. Every time I leave my room and walk around the URI campus, after 5pm or so, I see no one, or perhaps catch a glimpse of someone across a green, or by a building, but when I get there, they are no where to be found. The cold and dampness that the weather gods have brought to us in May, only adds to this movie esque feeling. As I walk back from dinner, with the rustling of the trees and my footsteps the only sounds to be heard, a feeling of anticipation and expectation beings to build up, as though something worth showing is going to happen when I return to my room or interact with a neighbor. But when I arrive back to my dorm, and open my door, there is nothing; I find myself back in my new found single, with my physics homework waiting for me. And well, this is not supposed to sound sad or lonely, because this experience of living on another campus has not been negative, but just different and has made me aware of everything around me. And, that is the best way I can describe the oddness of living here, though, I am not sure if any of that makes sense, but I felt that I should share, and just so you all know, the alone time/independence has been a nice change and I have meet some nice people in my physics class. I am starting work next Tuesday, an internship at the Multicultural Center on campus, where I will putting together brochures, flyers and whatnot for their main event in late July, so that craziness shall be added to my mix of new summer experiences.
This weekend should be lots of fun-going to the Vineyard with Amanda and her family! Perhaps something exciting and adventurous shall happen, and we can report back to you all. Hope the summer fun is just starting, much love, later alligators!
This weekend should be lots of fun-going to the Vineyard with Amanda and her family! Perhaps something exciting and adventurous shall happen, and we can report back to you all. Hope the summer fun is just starting, much love, later alligators!
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
Cool Kids
I'm so excited everyone has been posting on this kickass blog thing. I'm still figuring it out, but I like it, I like it. So, not too much to share yet. I'm still waiting on my criminal record report to come back so I can start working (Mollie: I thought you were going to hide the evidence?!?!?!). Hopefully I'll get set up working 8-5 at a childcare center in Natick, all different ages, so that's fun. It's rainy and cold here in good ol' MA, but I'm excited for a hopefully sunny weekend by the pool in NY this weekend. I'm off to visit family and hopefully pop in on friends while I'm around. As for now I really should deal with the craziness that is my room. Mollie would never let me let it get this bad, but this is what happens when I'm left to my own devices. Just wanted to say hey to everyone and I miss you all. Keep posting. I love hearing what everyone is up to!
love--amanda (too)
love--amanda (too)
Monday, May 23, 2005
So so lonely...
I think my feelings lately are best expressed by an away message I put up the day after I left Conn for the summer when I was home alone for the day because both my parents had work and my sister school (though I told her to skip)... I am HOME!!! its great but very very weird...where are my plant girlies, rose, sasha, amanders, and molly, down the hall from my room filling the hall with laughter and have made me one of them? where is seb who helps guide me through the problems in my life, making it all better, while teaching me the art of contra? where is drew who would play the occasional game of mario bros 3 with me and discuss life, always being able to show me another view that i would have never thought of at all? where is seth who always knows how to make me smile with something goofy that he does while freely giving out hugs?where is amada, one of my bestest of friends, who makes her stops every now and again and borrows my cloths and is my partner in crime when it comes to handstands and cartwheels?WHERE THE HELL IS RACH!?!where is my friend mate, my best friend, my everything?..guess this is something i will get use to but I miss you all...now after i had that up Rach thought it was semi sad but i dont really see it that way. I thought of it all makes me really happy. Every time I've left Conn for a break of some sort I've been happy to leave, wanting to get away from a place where I felt as if i didnt belong. But for the first time ever I was upset to leave all my friends and teared up in the car because I had to leave you all because you are all such good friends to me and I was so happy to find you all. Thank you. So thats how I felt this past week at home. Okay, enough mushy stuff. So i have officially done jack shit since I got home. I've unpacked, made some jewelry, and thats about it. But I start work next week so im gonna enjoy my last week of couch potato glory. On the upside, I'm up to date on all my favorite tv shows (im a tv junkie)...if you watched the gilmore season finale, i guess this would be for mollie, god wasnt it good?!? I really hope luke says yes and I have to say that rory is an idiot. grrrr.okay, getting too worked up over a tv show, over something that isnt real, hahaha...oh amanda, keep the dream book for now as something to remember me by. I have another one and my dreams have been good lately so its less needed. I think my bed as well as being under no stress cleared that problem right up. Well I've written alot for one posting and its getting late. I'm hoping to go skating in the morning tomorrow. I will be the first time in 2 months!!! I'm so excited. hope to talk to you all soon!!
Food for Thought
I'd heard that some Native American cultures used to send their adolescents into the woods without food or water for three days to become an adult. At the end of these three days the kid was supposed to take some magic mushrooms to complete the transition. Yesterday at around three I took about 2.5 grams of some strain of poisonous mushroom.
I understand now why this tradition held
I understand now why this tradition held
I learned a lot of things, and I won't go into the details of the actual trip, but I would like to share a few thoughts with you all
1. The greatest lesson I learned, one which I can feel slowly fading from me yet is something I will never forget is the value of honesty. People suffer from fear and self loathing as a result of deception or lies that are made to themselves or to others. Emotional pain is a self inflicted wound that can be stopped from not only admitting that there may be things about yourself that make you unhappy, or that you think may bring condescending thoughts from other people, but by acknowledging that it's ok, because there's no truth to you having "shortcomings", its only your own mind that sees them that way. If your mind saw it a different way, which sometimes it does, these aspects of yourself would cease to be shortcomings, which means that there really is on objective truth to your own depression other than a temporary paradigm that you place on yourself. The only thing to fear is fear itself.
2. We are all going to die. We ignore it most of our lives, to the point that the word "death" is more closely associated with a hooded figure than an infinite state of being to which we will all succumb. Death, however, is not something to fear, it is only what makes life interesting. An embracing of the notion of eventual death, and an honesty to oneself that you will die only makes every second you aren’t doing what you honestly want to do a big fat waste of your time.
3. Words are pretty frustrating. They're good for getting people together and getting things organized, but as far as communication goes, it would take a very long time and a very good vocabulary to get across what you’re trying to say. That is what makes it so important not to skitter around an issue, or be (within reasonable limits) worried about the reactions of other people to what you are going to say, because somehow when you speak in honesty, the words can mean so much more.
4. The universe is a fucked up, very weird place we can't even begin to understand. This one was a thought that doesn't have anything to do with honesty (although Truth as a Platonic form came up), and is also one that I really can't grasp that moment of awe that I was in yesterday. It had something to do with creation coming before being, and how indescribably stupefying it is to try to imagine how the universe, or the backdrop for the universe, or the backdrop for that could have possibly come into creation, and don't try to pull that god stuff because it must have been created by something too.
5. As a minor note, you can really tell a lot about someone if you pay attention. The whole body language and word analysis stuff is right on.
Everyone should take mushrooms once. It is an experience which may reveal things to you that you do not normally want to think about, but it is in this process in which by the end you will no longer fear them. For most of you reading this, your eyes will glaze over this part, thinking that "there’s no way in hell I would ever do that, so I'm not even going to think about it". Considering the notion might even make you uncomfortable, but the only reason you would be uncomfortable with it would be that you were being dishonest with yourself in some way. Can you tell yourself that there is any reason besides the fear of taking a "drug" that was sacred in many cultures for its enlightening properties? If you could think of one, would it be something that you had to search for as an excuse? Mushrooms are a roller coaster. You're met with fear and apprehension on the line. When you've actually gone to the point of no return, you will be even more nervous than ever, climbing that hill towards the inevitable drop, but imagine, for a moment, that indescribably feeling at the end, and imagine that this time it wasn't from being hurdled along in a metal cab, but this time it was because it changed your life. I admit that there was a time that I went to a dark place on my trip, a place I was worried embodied me which held a bottomless pit from which I would never escape. What I was most afraid of was coming to the ultimate realization that I was trapped in my own body for the rest of my life, and that this realization would lead to an unimaginable depression. When I stopped lying to myself, however, and actually stared into the pit head on, something happened that I can only describe as breaking through to the other side. My fears shattered around me, and what came next I could never do justice with words on this blog.
I don't think I've ever felt as refreshed as I did after I took that trip. I feel like a new person, having shed my insecurities and embraced some of the more important things in life. No doubt these feelings and revelations will fade like the sound of the bell in The Polar Express, but it was without a doubt one of the most valuable experiences of my life.
1. The greatest lesson I learned, one which I can feel slowly fading from me yet is something I will never forget is the value of honesty. People suffer from fear and self loathing as a result of deception or lies that are made to themselves or to others. Emotional pain is a self inflicted wound that can be stopped from not only admitting that there may be things about yourself that make you unhappy, or that you think may bring condescending thoughts from other people, but by acknowledging that it's ok, because there's no truth to you having "shortcomings", its only your own mind that sees them that way. If your mind saw it a different way, which sometimes it does, these aspects of yourself would cease to be shortcomings, which means that there really is on objective truth to your own depression other than a temporary paradigm that you place on yourself. The only thing to fear is fear itself.
2. We are all going to die. We ignore it most of our lives, to the point that the word "death" is more closely associated with a hooded figure than an infinite state of being to which we will all succumb. Death, however, is not something to fear, it is only what makes life interesting. An embracing of the notion of eventual death, and an honesty to oneself that you will die only makes every second you aren’t doing what you honestly want to do a big fat waste of your time.
3. Words are pretty frustrating. They're good for getting people together and getting things organized, but as far as communication goes, it would take a very long time and a very good vocabulary to get across what you’re trying to say. That is what makes it so important not to skitter around an issue, or be (within reasonable limits) worried about the reactions of other people to what you are going to say, because somehow when you speak in honesty, the words can mean so much more.
4. The universe is a fucked up, very weird place we can't even begin to understand. This one was a thought that doesn't have anything to do with honesty (although Truth as a Platonic form came up), and is also one that I really can't grasp that moment of awe that I was in yesterday. It had something to do with creation coming before being, and how indescribably stupefying it is to try to imagine how the universe, or the backdrop for the universe, or the backdrop for that could have possibly come into creation, and don't try to pull that god stuff because it must have been created by something too.
5. As a minor note, you can really tell a lot about someone if you pay attention. The whole body language and word analysis stuff is right on.
Everyone should take mushrooms once. It is an experience which may reveal things to you that you do not normally want to think about, but it is in this process in which by the end you will no longer fear them. For most of you reading this, your eyes will glaze over this part, thinking that "there’s no way in hell I would ever do that, so I'm not even going to think about it". Considering the notion might even make you uncomfortable, but the only reason you would be uncomfortable with it would be that you were being dishonest with yourself in some way. Can you tell yourself that there is any reason besides the fear of taking a "drug" that was sacred in many cultures for its enlightening properties? If you could think of one, would it be something that you had to search for as an excuse? Mushrooms are a roller coaster. You're met with fear and apprehension on the line. When you've actually gone to the point of no return, you will be even more nervous than ever, climbing that hill towards the inevitable drop, but imagine, for a moment, that indescribably feeling at the end, and imagine that this time it wasn't from being hurdled along in a metal cab, but this time it was because it changed your life. I admit that there was a time that I went to a dark place on my trip, a place I was worried embodied me which held a bottomless pit from which I would never escape. What I was most afraid of was coming to the ultimate realization that I was trapped in my own body for the rest of my life, and that this realization would lead to an unimaginable depression. When I stopped lying to myself, however, and actually stared into the pit head on, something happened that I can only describe as breaking through to the other side. My fears shattered around me, and what came next I could never do justice with words on this blog.
I don't think I've ever felt as refreshed as I did after I took that trip. I feel like a new person, having shed my insecurities and embraced some of the more important things in life. No doubt these feelings and revelations will fade like the sound of the bell in The Polar Express, but it was without a doubt one of the most valuable experiences of my life.
Update-ness
yo yo yo, all. i'm glad to see that you're all down with this blogging business. i'm excited that this will perhaps be the key to all of us keeping in touch. anyways, i wish i had more to share, but my life has been pretty boring - the day i got home i fell ill, and after some of my blood was stolen from me, it has been determined i have mono. fun times. so ive been just playing guitar and sleeping and going on the internet. not terribly exciting. i was supposed to start an internship at a theatre in the city next week, but we'll see whether that will be possible or whether i'll have to postpone it. lame. i wanna hear about all of y'all's summers though and set a date to have a lovely day at Conn. you are all missed =(
For those of you who don't know, you can check out pictures from the year at:
here
and...
here
and also...
here
but not here...
just kidding, there are more here...
Have a good one!
For those of you who don't know, you can check out pictures from the year at:
here
and...
here
and also...
here
but not here...
just kidding, there are more here...
Have a good one!
boredville, pop. ME
Welcome to NJ. Land of suburbia, gardens, and me. Well 2 of those 3 add up to not a lot to do. And my friends are being pooptastic with the whole "getting back to you" on the phone thing. Anywhoo I've have dentists and doctors and all that jazz. Hoping to do something really exciting soooon! I do have a bday coming so maybe that will change the scenery a bit. Amanda I DO want to come up and visit so people mark me down for a Conn visit some tiiime!! I hope everyone is doing well. I have a homework assignment of my own to give you all: Find the best pair of sunglasses ever and take a picture of yourself in them and share it with everyone somehow! Okay I must be off, family time calls. Love and frenchness to you all.
Sunday, May 22, 2005
Good Ole Conn...
Woohoo for Marshall 223! Now you all know where to find me, so come visit, if you can. I quite like my room, actually. Mollie, you beat me to the punch... but awesome, awesome job setting this all up. You know it would have taken me about a month of procrastinating before I did anything.
I start work tomorrow, and I'm not going to lie, I'm a wee bit nervous. Just a little. Also very, very excited. Oh! Jess, yes, I have your dream book. And Drew, you have my hat (by the way, there is this thing called a cell phone, it allows you to talk to me directly instead of through Rach). CONGRATULATIONS RACHEL!!! (For the very selfish reason that now you can come and visit me). Seth, I hear you got back safely in the E.P., very cool.
Other than that very disconnected assortment of randomness... I've acquired a lot of senior's old furniture. One thing being here over the summer is good for. Plus, there are a TON of people I know here, I keep recognizing people all over the place. Well, must go back to unpacking... missing you all already, although the full impact hasn't hit yet. Did I mention I want you all to come visit?
I start work tomorrow, and I'm not going to lie, I'm a wee bit nervous. Just a little. Also very, very excited. Oh! Jess, yes, I have your dream book. And Drew, you have my hat (by the way, there is this thing called a cell phone, it allows you to talk to me directly instead of through Rach). CONGRATULATIONS RACHEL!!! (For the very selfish reason that now you can come and visit me). Seth, I hear you got back safely in the E.P., very cool.
Other than that very disconnected assortment of randomness... I've acquired a lot of senior's old furniture. One thing being here over the summer is good for. Plus, there are a TON of people I know here, I keep recognizing people all over the place. Well, must go back to unpacking... missing you all already, although the full impact hasn't hit yet. Did I mention I want you all to come visit?
has it only been a week?
hello all,
upon encouragement of mollie, I have finally joined the blog community (thanks). anyway, summer plans are still shaping up -- definitely lifeguarding, probably interning at the jud. dept. o' CT (good times workin' with criminals), trying to manage family/friends/etc. So, keep in touch and if your ever drivin' throu CT, lemme know! peace
upon encouragement of mollie, I have finally joined the blog community (thanks). anyway, summer plans are still shaping up -- definitely lifeguarding, probably interning at the jud. dept. o' CT (good times workin' with criminals), trying to manage family/friends/etc. So, keep in touch and if your ever drivin' throu CT, lemme know! peace
Saturday, May 21, 2005
the Emerald Princess will rise again!
So, its definitely taken me a couple of days understand this silly "blog" phenomenon, tho i really like the idea. Word, mollie, word. Anyways, I am going to be babysitting EVERY afternoon next week, whoopee! Hope everybody is having a good beginning! Oh yes, and finally, YAY FOR RACHEL - she got her drivers liscense, finally :)
Friday, May 20, 2005
Hair on my chinny chin chin
I accidentally came across an E-mail that said if I didn't turn in my housing forms by may 19th (today) I would be withdrawn from the study abroad program. Wow, one more day and I would have been back at Harris this fall. Homework assignment for everyone this summer: Find a local event and a good friend. The two of you need to get nice and drunk, and then attend said event (a la Blake and Chris). I want to hear some good stories on this blog, and I'll do my best to supply some too.
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
home again home again
So here I sit, in my house, doing nothing, no obligations except to unpack the car...I miss you kids already. 1 YEAR?? How shall I survive? On popcorn chicken and paninis I suppose.
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