underrated.

back again. it's been a while, but summer, although boring, keeps me occupied. [however small and unexciting its events.]

short recap:

my grades turned out fairly well, aside from a stupid f'ing c in linguistics. three a's next to it make it seem a little bit easier to swallow in my opinion, no matter what my mom has to say about it. so yay for that.

ummm... i've seen just about every movie out right now, so if you need an opinion on something, just ask; i've probably got one. i've also eaten at pretty much every restaurant on bluemound. i think it's high time they bull doze all of them and build more exciting new places.

i went to chicago on friday for ryan's birthday... the only eventful activity in my summertime life. if i called you, i apologize. there's a good chance i don't remember what i said, so just take it for what it was and forget about it. it was pretty fabulous from what i recall, however, so.... hooray.

today was my mayfair date with jenni; quite a success. we "stopped in" barnes and noble so she could pick up perks of being a wallflower [if you haven't read it it is pretty fabulous] and we ended up wandering around for over an hour discovering forty more we'd like to read. she ended up walking out with four books i recommended and three of her own, spending a total of $98. sounds crazy, but i think they'll be worth it. i only managed to pick up two for myself, seeing as how i'm still plowing through the 700 pager my mom bought me when the year ended, tagging on a warning: "i don't know if you should read this... i hear there's a lot of sex stuff in it... let me know how it goes."

speaking of my mom, she tells me she found me a boyfriend. apparently "tyler", who is working on our deck this summer has "great abs" and is "super attractive" with curly hair. she must've gotten his life story b/c she proceeded to tell me about what a nice boy he is and how he goes to oshkosh and all kinds of random facts. oh ellen. she's so silly.

i suppose that's about it for my life up 'til now. pretty uneventful.

my side note would be that i have started a list of underrated words this summer. i have been keeping track of them b/c i'm officially a dork and thought i'd share some of them with you. i'm not saying you should actually use them... just that they're a little lost.

underrated word 1: bogus. i know people used to use it as surfer language or way back in the day of the early 90's, but how fun is it to say?
2: remarkable. SO underrated, and such a great adjective. try substituting it for fascinating or amazing sometime. noone will expect it.
3: terrific. if you haven't seen the muppet movie, or don't remember, it's one of fozzie bear's favorite words, and it makes me smile.
4: impregnate. e.g: "who did he impregnate again?"
5: duh. so classic. so dorky cool.
6: chatty. fun to say. e.g: "i get chatty when i drink."
7: howdy.
8: smooch.
9. glorious. just a great word. e.g: "gloriously bored" alright, so it's not my example, per say, but i just came across it in the book i'm reading, and i loved it for some reason. i think it should be used more often.

done. go expand your vocabulary.

facebook is making me crazy [uww chapter]

facebook is the devil.

i just recently registered or signed up or put my stupid picture on it or whatever, and i just wanted to say that it is not only useless, but it is, in fact, driving me insane.

alright, so it's clear it serves no purpose. it is an ego booster for those with many friends around the country b/c oh look at all their pictures in your profile. that's awesome. look at the big number under your name. it is an ego diminisher for those that have four friends but wanted to be cool and sign up... you guys apparently have no place and deserve to shut down your profile.

what i don't get is, if in reality i really only have about four friends, and none of them are on facebook, how do i have a number over ten? well, this would be because people from high school, that i've never spoken to ever, and i mean EVER, ask to be my friend. okay, so that's only happened a few times. whatever, it's still obscene.

for those of you without the priveledge of facebook, let me explain the concept to you. you put a picture of yourself up and write a profile. you then ask other people who also have it to be your "friend". your page then has your profile and your friends. that's about it. it serves no purpose whatsoever.

i have now been talking to brett about this for quite a while and have decided that there should be a prereq for asking someone to be your facebook friend: a conversation at least once in your life, as well as a list of the reasons you are asking to be a friend. b/c i'm sorry, i can't handle any more randomness. i avoid small talk in real life, and i hate random people. if i'm not your friend, i'm not going to accept you. i'm going crazy. seriously, crazy.

maybe it's because it's 2am and i'm dying of exhaustion, or maybe it's because brett had to ask me which girl in the picture was the one he just accepted as a friend, but this random facebooking has got to stop. come on people. if i was friends with you even for a day, fine. i want to be your friend. however, if i have never spoken to you before, please leave me alone. i wasn't that cool, nor have i gotten cooler.

another thing. if i know most people that you're supposed to be good friends with dislike you, and you have 40 million "facebook friends," there's something wrong with you.

"facebook is the devil." ~brett.

[insert sigh of relief here]

apologies. it's been too long.

so i'm finished with school. finished with the dorms. finally moving, like a big girl, into my own apartment by my lonesome and preparing for the year ahead. sounds so good.

other than the incident with my mom last week [thanks so much to the friends that mean everything and that were there for both me and my family. love you.], it's just been school and packing and home.

but it feels so good to be home.

this year has just been so... confusing. full of the highest highs and the lowest lows, and all kinds of inbetween craziness. inspiration. anticipation. anger. apathy. liars. lovers. liars again. heartbreak and happiness. contentment for a moment or two. decisions every second between.

my mom asked me today if i had fun this year. i opened my mouth to spit out some generic answer or another... and had to take a breath... really thinking about it. did i have fun this year?

it seems like i've come so far... the beginning of the year was such a different time in so many ways. friends transfered here, others there; i had a boyfriend, then i didn't. man. who would've thunk it. i vaguely remember having a conversation with andrew re: "where will you be by the end of finals" and never in my life would i have said here. i suppose, when i really look at it, i came full circle. i'm pretty sure i'm exactly where i've started. the forty million bumps in the middle didn't do anything to who i am or where i was heading, so screw everyone who said they would.

i made a friend or two, which is always a plus, but pretty much everything else was routine. my consistent friends are still the ones from high school, some more complicated than others, but all pretty much the same. i didn't lose many friends, unless i look at all the people i met freshman year that i somehow lost touch with, even though they're only a floor or two away, or even across campus. sounds so far in theory, but really... what's a few extra feet.

as for the fun... there were a few moments that made the bumps worth it this year.

even so, let's all give a sigh of relief for the end.

tiiiiiiime is on my side...

one more day. all i have to get through is one more day of classes and i am finished. [i refuse to count the final i have to turn in next week as well as the online test i will still manage to get a d on...] and am focusing purely on my freedom from class. it's so weird that this year is already over. everything is just flyyying by.

this school is slowly starting to grow on me. i no longer hate it with the same passion that i did last year... i think i just needed to grow up a little bit to enjoy it.

i still have to pack up everything i have here, which should take about five months... but i'm not thinking about that either. ugh.

for now, i'm going to take a nap. shower. rewrite a paper, and drink myself under the table tonight during/after the two hour marathon of the oc, which i am starting to get sick of... but that's another story, i suppose.

see y'all on the flip side.

happy cinco de mayo.

some people.

i just wanted to take this opportunity to speak out against certain girls. you all know them, they surround us everywhere on campuses all over, and i think it's time we exterminate them.

the girls that deem it necessary to carry a backpack as well as a purse.

seriously now, someone please explain this to me. if you yourself do this, i'm sorry if i hurt your feelings, but i think it's one of the dumbest things a college student can do, and if you can give me a valid reason why it is okay for you and vital for your walk across campus with both of these things, please fill me in and i will shut my mouth. for now, it still annoys the shit out of me.

clearly your back packs are not exploding their contents onto the sidewalks. if they are, you have an entirely different problem. b/c of this, you should be able to fit the three things you have in your purse somewhere in your bag. it's really okay if your cell phone touches your geometry book, i swear.

do you carry your backpack when you go out at night? give one up honey. you look ridiculous. what could you possibly be carrying that refuses to go into your back pack? the forty pounds of makeup you put on for your 8am class that you need to reapply every half hour? an extra pair of stiletto heels in case the patent leather pair you currently have on break a heel?

ughhh.

who really needs a phone anyway.

hello all; i hope you had a fabulous weekend. i say this purely because the chances that i actually spoke to you in the past three days are slim to none unless you were either a) at my house or b)just smart enough to call the waukesha home phone number that sits in your cell phone neglected and asking for attention, waiting for the weekend that my cell phone would break and it would be appreciated once again. ahhh... the good old 549 phone number.

i've recently decided it was worth it.

thursday night was one of the first days in a long time i completely forgot about life for a few hours. i haven't laughed like that in foreverrrrr. so fun.

the cookout outside brett's window was a success, as usual, with jenni and i coming through in the clutch with plumpers, brats, and bbq krunchers [both a hit] while the chef cooked it all to perfection. it got a little cold, so jenni and i decided to take our own party indoors to steve's, leaving everyone else behind for a little girly fun with alcohol.

girl's night turned deadly, however, as i had misjudged the beer and rum i had taken in and, with a freak accident i hope never to relive again, managed to flip my phone into the mixed drink i had in my left hand. there it was, my prized possession, bobbing like a little teeny iceberg, slowly deteriorating into nothing. being a little drunk however, this scene was hilarious. i proceeded to laugh for longer than i should have before pulling it's lifeless body out.

after forty minutes [literally] of trying to decide what movie to watch, our drunk asses were accompanied by all the boys; the forty minutes wasted as the remote was lifted out of my hands and espn craparoo was immediately turned up in the background.

the night proceeded to go by relatively without a hitch... many highlights, but too boring unless you are drunk or were there, so i'll spare you. i'll only say that steve's bed is apparently too short for him, as jenni and i sang to tim on his "good luck on your orgo final" song [complete with guitar strumming... that will probably never be reproduced as long as we all shall live], and getting fruit punch poured in your hair should be washed out as soon as possible, as i learned when i woke up. also, drunk singing and dancing around is the most fun ever, especially when you can watch from the sidelines as the most caucasion out of tune drunk boys try to sing "american pie".

oh, and jenni is the greatest and makes me laugh uncontrollably. hooray for fun nights in whitewater for once. :)

this entry was pretty pointless for outsiders, but it made me smile, so i thought i'd share, for my own benefit.

cell phone update: us cellular employees are dicks. my mom has my cell phone, and i guess i'm going to work on getting a new one sometime this week. if you need me, i'm online, or just leave a voice mail, since i'm still able to check them.

peaaaaaace.