i think its finally hitting me. i hope horsie heaven treats you well my friend. you were a wonderful beast. everyone that met you fell in love with you. i would have given anything to make you better. but i guess some things really can't be fixed. you deserved much better than this. i'm sorry i couldn't fix you. i hope your next life is better than the last. i love you to pieces. rest in peace.
women on submarines? and gays? AND NO CIGARETTES?! but then people may not suffer from second hand smoke when they are trapped on a submarine under the water with you for years at a time. and they might think people should be treated equally.
is this a joke?! how is there opposition to this in 2010!!!!!!
i can't even joke around about this anymore. i can't believe people say out loud that women and gays shouldn't be allowed on submarines, and i absolutely can't believe they have the gumption to quote about it in the newspaper. much less say that the reason they are opposed is because they want to strip down and man hug. this is insane. grow up you little babies, frat party is OVER.
once upon a time we went to high school with nick g* it was weird. once i was hungry and i went to balduccis to make a sandwich and nick g* was working at the meat counter. he touched my meat. it was weird. once a while ago i was on okc and nick g* found me and wrote me a message it was weird. once on sunday we were at rei trying to try on clothes when i spied nick g* doing just that. naturally i ran away. it was weird.
lately all i have been doing is reading books about drugs and terrible childhoods and abusive foster homes and gangs and more drugs (a piece of cake by cupcake brown) and watching tv shows about addicts (sober house with dr. drew) and reading articles about drugs addicts (like this one about crack babies). first of all if you read the article don't even think of falling in love with ryan because when he gets out of jail he is mine (he still loves his birth mom who abandoned him because "she gave me life". and he got her name tattooed above his heart. sigh.)
stop judging me it's fine.
secondly, i have been thinking a lot about marriage in general and you know how all our parents were on drugs in the 70s so they probably all just took a few too many drugs and got married willy nilly and now the divorce rate is skyrocketing. well i think because we are all sad our parents don't love each other anymore, maybe our generation is going to bring back lifelong marriages.
third and finally, is this heaven?
(the weekend - 7 hours) (find out about unc - 3 weeks) (israel - 4 weeks) (quit my job - 11 weeks) (summer of unemployment/love/horses/cowboys/murder - 11.1 weeks)
hahaha you didn't even know it was experiment monday through thursday.
well as you know i thought my sweetbreads were doomed, so i stopped drinking coffee.
i didn't notice a difference in my energy because i was pretty much dead anyway. i didn't have strep thanks for your concern but i do have allergies and a virus and they are both really dumb.
i did start drinking tea a million times a day. this is great.
also during experiment week i started eating mostly just fruits and vegetables and i feel so clean and healthy.
i have also fallen in love with spaghetti squash.
i am contemplating going vegetarian for good because i feel fantastic.
here's how you make spaghetti squash it's the best. pierce the squash a million times with a knife. put in microwave for 2-3 mins per pound. i put mine in for 5 minutes. transfer to baking sheet and broil in oven for an hour or so. mine got pretty brown on the outside so just be careful you don't burn your apartment down like that fool upstairs. cut it in half, scoop the seeds into the trash scoop the rest into your belly. after you cover it with tomato sauce and cheese. then you are in heaven. congratulations.
I GOT INTO UMD! WEEE! they gave me a great scholarship which will cover more than half of my tuition for the first year. it will be hard to say no to, but who knows what the future will bring.
last night everything happened. this is not an april fools joke. all of this is real. buckle up.
peter moved out (!!!) what an amazing turn of events. he did knock on my door 14 times in the process, but that was well worth knowing he is gone. although he just moved down the street so we will see what happens.
i had just put some soup on the stove and then someone knocked on my door again and i almost didn't answer because i was so tired of talking to peter and then it was some other dude from upstairs who said there was smoke upstairs and i should leave the building.
long story short, they got home, their apartment was full of smoke, so they shut the door and called 911. then they went to knock on everyone's doors to tell them to get out of the building, and the door to the apartment directly underneath them was hot to the touch. so we all figured that was where the fire was.
long story short, 7 firetrucks came, it was a real emergency, they shut the street down, ran upstairs with their hoses, axed the windows out in a few apartments, and hosed everywhere.
2 and a half hours later, they finally let us back into our apartments, but there is water and soot everywhere and this is just a really weird thing to happen. they wouldn't tell us how the fire started because there is an "ongoing investigation". buttt i'm feeling like either way now is a good time to invest in renter's insurance.
now i'm sick and i have a fever and i feel horrible. butttt at least peter is gone.
this isn't the best picture buttt you can see how the whole ceiling is gone in the apartment with the fire.
i really wanted to take more pictures but we weren't allowed too close to the building and i felt like a jerk getting in the way of firefighters putting out real fires.
