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September 5th, 2007 (06:01 pm)

Highlights of the semester thus far:
-Tre falling down the stairs at Nicole's house completely naked and completely sober and breaking his finger and maybe needing surgery. I wish there was a witness to this.
-Getting fake IDs and all of the bullshit that has resulted from it: Dave's car dying right outside of the photo truck, Jason getting arrested the first time he tried to use it, and James putting the wrong date on his so he can't even use it for two more months.
-Getting drunk at Karen and Colleen's and then riding my bike from party to party completely wasted and having maybe the greatest night of my life.
-Riding my bike in general.
-Working with people who are cool and think I am cool (jokes on you, suckers!).
-Having the cops show up at our apartment for a noise complaint. This makes us legit party animals.
-Playing Kings like, four nights a week and making the best/worst rules ever.
-Making new friends and trying to figure out if they gay or want my va-jay, because it has to be one of the two.
-Jake, my english professor. Hot damn.
-Kevin being nice to me, seeming genuinely interested in hanging out, following up, and coming over on bad nights and not caring that I have to wake him up in two hours to go to work.
-Towers.
-The bong and all of the hilarious things Dave says after a sesh.
-Feeling more independent.
-Surrounding myself with people I truly care about.
-Making recycled the new term for totes wasted.
-Superbad quotes always.

I made a list of all of the bad stuff about this semester but why dwell? This is going to be a great year judging by what only the first week and a half has brought. I'll worry about the negatives later.

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August 23rd, 2007 (01:50 am)

So there's this Chinese restaurant across the street that Jason and I have been watching for awhile now. It is definitely an extreme undercover operation where crack is dealt. It's not open until like noon and then it stays open pretty late (we've seen it open past 3am). People go in and out all day but never leave with food. The sign specifically says "TO TAKE OUT." All day people get dropped off there (who gets dropped off at a chinese restaurant?!) or a group of people will show up and send ONE person in and out they come, minutes later, empty handed.

For some reason, it's already closed tonight. The nook in my room has a perfect view and so far I've seen/heard people yell in the streets about "WHY DIS PLACE B CLOSED?!" and "WHERE ELSE CAN I GET IT?!" and some guy was pounding on the window for a good two minutes. And even now, people are still being dropped off, looking confused and pissed off about why it's closed, and then picked back up again a few minutes later.

The angles are all off for us trying to figure out what it looks like inside. It's hard to tell what's in there but it looks like an empty room with a counter. I've tried to walk by and peer in but usually there's too many people blocking the door or the corner.

KILLADELPHIA, LAY OFF THE CRACK!

This is the best entertainment I've had all summer.

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July 25th, 2007 (11:54 pm)

I hate being so high stress all of the time. It is surely going to kill me. People always make fun of me for being lazy and sleeping all of the time but it's because when I get out of bed, I feel like I have to do everything all at once and I get so stressed out that I make myself sick.

Today is the worst I've felt in a long time. I feel sick to my stomach with the thought of all of the things I have to do in preparation for the move and also with my complete inability to save money. I bought so much shit today that I don't need because I was too stressed out to do anything productive and because spending money gives me some weird temporary high. Now that the day is almost over, I am so angry at myself for not thinking about things before I waste money on them. I already have a pile of returns but now I am just even more stressed out at the thought of finding time to actually return them.

I move in one week exactly. I will be living in Philadelphia this time next Wednesday. I miss my mom already. I will probably be on welfare in two month's time.

On the bright side of things, Jason bought me a Wii for my birthday and that has proved to be most excellent. And I have seen Dean twice this week and that never happens!

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July 19th, 2007 (07:32 pm)

I got Geoff a job at Banana Republic and he makes more than I do. Awesome. I'm not really bitter, I just think it's funny in a sad, ironic way.

I spent the afternoon with my brother after he unexpectedly called me. My brother and I have a strange relationship where we are kind of (and by kind of, I mean extremely) awkward around each other because we're not very close. We were going to go antiquing, but it was pouring out so we decided to go to the Salvation Army instead. I found some neat wall hangings for the place in Philly. Then we got back in the car and he whipped out two tapes that he stole and I showed him a belt I took and we both laughed about. I love hanging out with him but I always feel like he is too cool for me (weird, I know) and has a cooler life so I never tell him stories in fear that they won't impress him. He's moving to Washington and I feel like it could go two ways: we will either talk even less than now (which is close to never) or we will keep in touch. I feel like distance sometimes helps that but I'm afraid he'll never come back here. It's a weird situation but he is my brother and I look up to him and love him no matter what. We are going to be pen pals.

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July 18th, 2007 (10:37 pm)

FUCK.

There is no time left for summer and I had zero fun. I am so stressed out beyond belief and I'm not ready to move.

I just freaked out at my best friend and sent him home literally minutes after he got here.

I just want to be eight years old ago when the only thing that mattered in this world was "Girl Power."

Some traditions just never go away, like getting super angsty around my birthday.

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July 16th, 2007 (01:45 am)

I don't know why I stay up so late when I have work in the morning. I feel like the internet is so boring and that I've seen everything it has to offer, but somehow it keeps me up every night.

My birthday is in one week and I don't really care at all. I've already been telling people I'm 19 when they ask and I don't really want or expect anything. It sucks when accepting presents makes you feel guilty. I just feel so undeserving and like people do enough for me as it is. I didn't want my parents to get me anything, but I'm sure they did.

I set out to do two things this summer: save money and lose weight. As of right now, I will be going back to Philly with less money I came home with and I think I gained like 3 pounds. Whatevers.

Moving is happening too fast and I'm still not ready and Jason won't stop talking about it and it makes me really stressed out. I can't believe summer is practically over and I saw Dean like, three times... at most. I really didn't see anyone at all, but I can't say I'm upset about it. I do wish I saw AJ & Will more, but as far as high school friends are concerned, I don't really care. This girl who went to my middle school got murdered. She had moved up to Maine to go to private high school so I hadn't seen her since eighth grade but it was shocking when I heard the news. I guess the reason for death was what was really unsettling. Not to say it's not upsetting that an innocent life was taken, but murder is something you see on tv and read in papers. It's not supposed to happen to people you know/once knew. Someone made a Facebook group in her honor and Jason joked that if I died there would probably be 2 wall posts: one by him and one by someone saying "yeah, I think she went to my high school." I'm okay with not being remembered, but I'm now more obsessed with death than ever and sort of concerned at my lack of fearing it. Let's get the facts right though, I wasn't unpopular in high school, just sort of unpleasant, and didn't really bother to make friends that I knew weren't going to last. I remember when I got nominated for class comedian, Elise O'Connell went around and told people not to vote for me because all I did was "make fun of people." People take life way too seriously.

I have the biggest (maybe even legitimate) crush on Michael Cera. I feel like if we met, we would get along so well. I feel like writing him love letters via myspace in hopes that he'll reply with some generic "thanks for being a fan!" message. I'll take all that I can get at this point. Yeah, it's superbad. Hahahaha, get it?

Oh yeah, I'm going to start selling used panties on the internet to whore myself out and make lots of money. I need to set up a PO Box in Philadelphia because I am very concerned about being stalked, raped, killed, and turned into a Lifetime movie. Otherwise I have no shame, but seriously, don't tell my parents.

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July 4th, 2007 (07:00 pm)

Roughly one million people called into work today asking whether we were open. I ask you, what is more patriotic than spending the American dollar? Of course we were open, douche bags. In other work news, I finally got a raise but they didn't even tell me about it. I had to find out on the Gap Inc. website where I was trying to change my direct deposit. I asked Sarah about it and she said "oh yeah, I think we meant to talk to you, but I guess now we don't have to."

Side note; work related: I fucking hate the girl who does visuals. She's so socially awkward and rude and sucks at visuals! This should be my job. She doesn't even know how to use the fucking steamer. Although I do enjoy how she does them and then everyone is like "uhh I would never wear that" or "uhh is that even steamed?" She was pretty much the topic of conversation among everyone today.

I lost my mind for three days but now I'm feeling pretty okay.

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June 28th, 2007 (09:15 pm)


TODAY IS THE GREATEST DAY OF MY LIFE!!!!!

My life will be complete if I can actually get tickets. The shows in the US are going to be right in the middle of finals this semester, but I will fail classes and re-take them for this opportunity. I am fully prepared to empty my bank account for this. Please let me register under your name to up my chances and I will love you forever. I got chills when I first heard it.

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June 23rd, 2007 (01:38 am)

My right ear has been all blocked up for about 5 days and it's literally driving me bonkers. I've done everything in my power to unblock it, but whatever is in there is clearly very happy there. It's affecting my train of thought and my balance. Today when I was getting out of my car at work, I went to close the door, completely missed, and fell over in the parking lot. Awesome. Thanks, ear. If it's still blocked on Monday I'm calling the doc, unless I'm dead. It's probably an ear infection but I'm too afraid to look the symptoms up on webmd because I don't want to find out that I'm dying.

True story:
Woman talking to herself: "Well, what color should I get? Hrmmm... how about red!"
Me: "Wow, that woman is talking to herself."
I WAS ALSO TALKING TO MYSELF! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME?! Jesus Christ. I am losing my mind.

Been buying so much shit for the apartment. Soooooo much money. I don't make this kind of loot. I have to work from 3-midnight Monday night with new manager Kevin who, although being very nice and mildly entertaining, does not do anything except talk on the phone. It's going to be soooo awkward. If it were any other manager I'd be pumped. The floor in the fitting room is getting repaired and no one can be in the store alone (thanks Gap for your awesome policies!) so lucky me, I was chosen to sit it out. There is really no way that I'm actually working for that long. I'll watch Mean Girls while Kevin talks to his boyfren. Oh god. I tried so hard to get Sarah to switch so that we could have a dance party and eat jellybeans and gossip, but apparently she doesn't love me as much as I thought she did.

All I can feel is the time standing still.

June 15th, 2007 (12:51 am)
current song: The Magnetic Fields - I Think I Need A New Heart.

BURRRRNANAS is starting to piss me off. I love my job and I love (most) everyone I work with but lately it's been more of a hassle to go to work. The company isn't giving enough hours to our store and they just hired, no joke, 15 new people so it's impossible to get 40 hours now. Scott (manager man) was complaining to me about how he had to cut everyone's hours and I had zero sympathy. I was just like "look man, I tried to stop you from hiring 7070435 new people because this happens every summer but you didn't listen AND THE 'NOW HIRING' TABLE IS STILL UP!" Then he got mad at me and walked away but I have more hours than anyone else next week so whatevz. He still loves me. We sit in the office and play Bubble breaker. Direct quote from Scott to me: "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING ON THE PHONE WHEN YOU COULD BE PLAYING BUBBLE BREAKER?!" I am so tempted to find a new job that can guarantee me 40 hours/week but I just don't have the heart. Why risk leaving a good thing?

Despite working 40 hours/week (or close to it), I have not made any money this summer. Thanks credit cards for ruining my life!

Off to Virginia tomorrow with the pops to go to some wedding for some people I have never met. My dad asked me to go because his gf couldn't and I wanted to say "NO WAY!" but then I thought about how he pays for college and will pay for my apartment and is generally a nice and generous dude, so I instead said "YAY! OK!" Yikes. I'm praying for an open bar. Let the drunk txxxxxt messages ensue.

Growing my hair out because Andrew said so. Wish I knew how to do hair because daaaayyymmmm, my hair is BOR-RING. Speaking of whom, whenever I listen to The Magnetic Fields, I just remember the night that Andrew came over and it was some like fucking Thursday or Sunday (we had classes the next day) and we just chilled out and listen to all 69 songs on "69 Love Songs" and talked about our respective K's. We finished at like 5am and I felt really fulfilled for listening to them all in one sitting. I am also reminded of Jeff Lambert. I wonder if he is back from Croatia.

SOMEONE TELL ME TO START WORKING OUT! I AM GETTING PHAT(BUT MOSTLY FAT)! KBYE!

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