Pidgeys--

Are dumb.

Cenedra said it, not me. I like Pidgeot. BAD ASS MOTHER FUCKING FLY BITCH.

But Pidgey...

Yeah... Pidgey's kind of dumb.

I went to Tennessee this weekend with Mom. I went to Nashville. Nashville was cool.

So while all the people on the coast went to New Orleans for voodoo fest I was in Nashville.

Eating at the Wild Horse Saloon.

The only part about Voodoo fest I wish I could have seen was The Airbourne Toxic Event. This wouldn't have been any fun without Boyce though. Shit. Maybe we would have gotten really drunk and kissed.

Maybe that would have been nice.

But I'm glad I didn't go. I'm glad he didn't go. He stayed home to write a philosophy paper and I talked to him about women line dancing (very badly).

We talked about women, repealing the 19th ammendment, and other various jokes about females in general- I think I made the comment that went something like this- "We should just get back in the kitchen and make sandwiches right? When life gives you a dick, suck it."

He laughed at the kitchen part but didn't comment on the dick part.

"I really like Sammiches."

Yeah Boyce, me too.

I also like Mac n Cheese, which you said was your favorite.

We talked about that too. So expect a Mac n Cheese sandwich. Because "Technically that would work."

And if you do ask me out-- I will make you Spaghetti with tomato sauce...
And just a touch of oregano
And a parsley stem.

Not just because Of Montreal wrote it that way.

But because we just like spaghetti.

And oh.
We'll battle.
With PIDGEYS.

Awesome Monday is Awesome.

Oh yes. Those words just happened.

The House of Blue Leaves is OVER.

I didn't go to my 9 o'clock class. I went to the chiropractor instead. I always feel good after getting my back cracked.

Then I get to school, and my 10 o'clock class is CANCELLED. Hell yes? A two hour break this morning.

PLUS, the guy sitting next to me (in the college library) is listening to the CHIPMUNKS... HAHAHA. So we're in college right?

Theatre Appreciation is so much fun. I don't mind going to that class. I sit with Joeken. We make funny comments about Neoclassicism and Postmodernism, and we talk about Equus and make jokes about Pierini's big nose. Well, the big nose part is mostly me and Beth.

Beth and I are really good friends now. We giggle about the stupidest shit, and we're the only two in the virgin club. It's funny that we're like sisters. Our characters hated each other. I've never been in that situation. When I was Bunny and she was Bananas, you'd never guess we were actually really good friends. That's delicious.

Tomorrow is my birthday.

And I'm going to sleep. I'm not going to tutor the kids at Anniston. I'm just going to sleep until my Mom takes me to Olive Garden for dinner.

I watched How to Train Your Dragon last night for the first time. So now, I'm officially in love with the Blockbuster express machine where you rent movies for a dollar a night. It's like the redbox, only a bigger selection. Hiccup was adorable. And Toothless, well, he's not so toothless. Cute.

I should be writing an outline for public speaking.

Then again, I should be dating Boyce Deaton.

But. I'm not.

So why care about anything else?

Awesome Monday really is AWESOME.

Jami's House

At Jami's house, there's no cable.

At Jami's house, there's no internet.

At Jami's house, I'm not terribly bored, I'm actually doing fine with these differences.

At Jami's house, I'm sometimes sad, and feel closed in, but I get it. I don't mind.

At Jami's house, I don't have a bed room.

At Jami's house, I don't even have my own bed, really. I'm sleeping in Cenedra's.

At Jami's house, things are cramped and small, but we all seem to get along.

At Jami's house, we argue a little, but if you want to get mad, you can just go outside.

At Jami's house, there's a trampoline.

At Jami's house, we have enough groceries to feed the starving children of the world.

At Jami's house, it's better than sleeping in my car.

AT JAMI'S HOUSE, IT'S DEFINITELY BETTER THAN SLEEPING IN MY CAR.

Playing catch up

So since it's been a week...
And I like to blog daily...
Well, here's the dl.

Monday: Dad calls me to tell me how disappointed in me he is and how I hurt his feelings.

Tuesday: Better day. Mom and I cleaned up the house and I babysat my cousin Cenedra. We had a lot of fun.

Wednesday: Dr. West went bat shit crazy and determined that we'd have our mid-term Friday with NO REVIEW. Holy shit.

Thursday:

Now here's the real kicker. Thursday I have nothing to do but rehearsal. My plans were to apply for a job at Bed Bath & Beyond so I could save some money. But noooo. At 9:30 in the morning my dad marches in the house and declares he's moving back in. With in 15 minutes his story changed from "you can stay if you want" to "get out."
So now I'm yet again homeless. (luckily my cousin Jami who is Cenedra's mom loves us a lot.)
This just turns more and more into a soap opera every day.

Friday: I failed Dr. West's mid-term. Flat out. Test in World Civ went ok. Skipped Algebra to go have lunch before rehearsal. Pierini is probably going to be playing Billy. Somehow, I'm cool with that. Brett still holds the title of Artie. He's a damn good Artie for a theatre newbie. The kid's just a good actor.

Sat&Sun: Stayed with Mishon. Played a lot of pokemon. Didn't even look at blogger. Too busy relaxing.

And I slept a lot.

I need to sleep more.

God I love to sleep.

It's so delicious.

Fags are not just cigarettes.

Finish your fag.

Hell yes finish your fag, and while you're at it, finish up that douche bag you've got along with it.

I'm tired of your bitchy attitude.

And I know I said no more rants, but I'm pissed beyond pissed.

I AM SO FUCKING TIRED OF THIS SHIT.

DO YOU HEAR ME?

SO. FUCKING. TIRED. OF. THIS. SHIT.

So don't call me saying you want me to come see you or that I never invite you to lunch.

Don't expect me to do something for you that I don't do for mom.

You're both equal in my eyes, except when you get all your faggy douchebaggedness in the way.

You act like it's the end of the world that I'm 18 and I don't want to hang with you.

Newsflash. Before you tried to hang yourself I didn't want to hang with you.

I'm a fucking teenager. Duh, my friends are more important to me than you.

And if you don't like that,

I'll go fucking live with TATE.

HATS.

That's what I'm doing.
I'm just making a shit ton of hats.
And writing a monologue for the hell of writing a monologue.

I drove with my liscense suspened today.

amicoolyet?

I'm so tired. It's been a tiring day.

Which is weird because my nine o'clock class was cancelled, so I slept in.

I have to make a CD for Beth now. She reaaallly wants one.

lovelovelovelovelove.

Excuse.

If I don't know you, do not come up and put your arms around my neck like we're BFF's.

This is college.

Act like this is college.

I don't know why that's just now peeving me off, it happened friday, but it's festered all weekend.


I'm not touchy, I'm not feely.

Maybe I was two years ago, but that was when I was 16 and ALLOWED to be. I don't want you hanging on my neck unless:

1. YOU KNOW ME.

2. I know your name.

3. I give you permission.

4. Probably not even then.

So, don't come all up on me if you aren't my boyfriend or a good friend.

And I don't have a boyfriend.

So don't come all up on me unless you're:

Mishon, Tate, Liv (even though she won't, because she doesn't like to.) Nick, Daniel, Beth, Joe, Wes, or Jason.

kthnxbai.

I Can't Drive.

I didn't blog last night. I was having too much fun with Tate. And Liv. And Daniel.

I don't know Daniel's last name, but he's kind of cute. And he's kinda really into Tate. Which I think is cool, because that'd be the bees knees for her.

I really wish they'd get together because they flirt like they should be that way. And it would let me know a little more that people as crazy as me can get boyfriends as crazy as me. Because I sure would like a crazy as me boyfriend. =]

Tate's so awesome. She and Liv took me to The Hooka-Up Cafe. That place is the shit. You walk in and it smells so exotic and tangy and like a million different flavors, and there are indian people dancing on the TV and there are huge Hookas on all the tables with these puffs of water vapor dancing out of everybody's mouth.

Like the caterpillar from Alice and Wonderland.

Ours was Mango and Pina Colada.

Daniel blew smoke rings (or tried to blow smoke rings) out of his mouth and talked with a dumb british accent that the whole table sort of adopted. Tate was a dragon. Liv would fill her mouth with it and ask if she was doing it right. Haha.

We laughed so hard. So so so hard. And we talked about Tate when she gets drunk, and Liv talked about a guy she calls Jesus Christ, which has an Uber awesome story to go behind it.

I'm too busy making new friends to worry about college. I'm passing all my classes, at least, I think. I don't have a reason not to be.


And against my better judgement, I'm doing theatre again. But that just makes me happy. And for awhile, I was having a really hard time being happy.


My liscense got suspended.
Fuck.
I got two tickets that I tried to take care of.
One was an inspection sticker fail, one was "failure to move over."

Let's get one thing straight-
I don't speed. I've had one speeding ticket and learned my lesson.
I used to speed. But I've become more chill lately. Less angry with the world. I'm cool with going the speed limit, enjoying the scenery. Even if it is the same route day after day.

But Lincoln county has nothing better to do than chase poor teenagers off the road and yell at them. Which is indeed what happened when I "failed to move over." He wasn't even after the car in front of me, he was after the one BESIDE ME. Uh, what?

So now. I got the inspection sticker. He said, "send in the receipt, we'll clear the ticket."

Mom put the wrong ticket in the envelope and mailed the failure to move over ticket with the receipt.

So now, 7 months later, I get a letter saying "liscense suspended."

My ticket is $132.something.
I don't have that.
Plus, $25.00 to get my liscense reinstated so I CAN drive again, which doesn't matter, because my car could quit on me any day like it did last Friday.

I guess I should air my bike tires up. That might really help. Not. But I can dream.

But like I said. I'm too busy making new friends to be worried about college. Much less anything else.

Kesha couldn't have said it better.

"Got mah drunk text on, I'll regret it in the mohnin!"

Iduncare 'slong as youduncare. And Ma is going with me.

Mm. This Wahyn is going to be tasty. Sooo tasty. The bottle's so cool looking. Don't you wish you had it? And some Margaritas.

Chips and dip to go with. You dun need a lot of people to party.

Just the bottle and your friends.

Going out with Tate tomorrow.

May not blog.


and oh, my car died this morning.

Little bitch.