to Beth

To Beth-

I don't know if you'll read this, but I'm sorry I haven't kept up with this blog. Your a great teacher and have been more helpful and inspirational that you probably know. Even if I don't keep posting, I'll see you in a few weeks, and I look forward to it.

:)

meet Vanessa

So, I'm Vanessa, I am a friend of Maggie's. Ok, so I am writing on her blog for the first time. We are at Rich's dorm... wow, I have not been in a dorm since like a year ago.... Anyway, back to the real story.... Maggie is a cool girl, not to mention an awesome friend. Haha she will probably be like DONT hahaha... but it's true, I love her!
Ok. So she says we have to cut it up. Ok.

Cut.

It.

Up.
(See Beth, I do remember what you say. I even teach it to my friends!!)


Up.... I wanna go on a hot air balloon. Maggie says she is gonna go with me. But then again we have to go skydiving first.

However.


She's proofreading my stuff...

O.

M.

G.


hahaha i love her... NOOOOO dont capitalize or put that apostraphe. I dont want it. DON T. haha :)

Kk, I'm done. This was fun :)


Bye, ttyl :)

ok... too many happy faces, but whatev.



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chop chop

I just cut my hair - short. It feels so weird, but I really like it. Here's the first pic of my new 'do.
Momma and the boyfriend approve, so that's good, right? I try and run my fingers through it and can't--that's the strangest feeling. It's hair, it will grow back. And it's perfect for the summer, which is just around the corner (if you haven't read the post before this).

one more week

Is anyone else excited that SCAD only has one more week of classes until is summa-time?



I know my finals are pretty much done. It would be nice if it would stop raining enough for me to enjoy not having a lot of homework though.

Oh, and my boyfriend will be here in two weeks. How nice.

flemington speedway

Like Vanessa and Angela Simmons, I too am a daddy's girl. I adore my father. He's one of my best friends. I'm just like him; I share his nose, his eclectic music taste, and his artistic interest and ability.

Recently, he sent me a link to a website and just wrote "check it out. it's about half the way down."

I looked at the site.

http://www.3widespicturevault.com/FRONT%20PAGE%20STUFF/Flem_Memories_1.htm

It's about a speedway in Flemington, NJ. And my dad is a racing-buff. I've been to more races than I like to admit and probably know more racer's names than any other sport.

So scrolling down, I get to his memory. I'll copy and paste is here, so you can spare yourself the website. And forgive his grammar, punctuation and spelling. I'm the one with the English gene in my family.

Mark Makuch 09/09/08

Dad's Gift In the late 80's after marriage and the birth of our first child, racing trips were far and few between, but one night, I believe 1988, my old racing buddies were making a trip to Flem (as we called it). After getting the "ok" to go I got ready. A racing shirt , the obligatory red bandana for dust, a few bucks ,I turned to leave the house . In saying good bye, my wife said,"it would be really nice to get your daughter a racing shirt or something". Smiling, I kissed them both and off I went. We all piled in one big vehicle and off we went across I 78 into Jersey we went. Pulling off 31 into the lot was always a rush. Throughout the evening, I thought what to get Maggie. Between fast heats, a few brews and food, I wondered throughout the souvenir area. It seemed no one had a shirt that would fit a one year old child. Then I finally spotted the Trenton Mack Table. YES !!! they had one for a small child, heck it even had a "cute" bulldog on it !!! Of course by the time I got home she was asleep, but the next morning, she wanted to know what I got her. Her eyes opened wide at the red shirt with the 704 on it and she slipped it on right away! THANK YOU ,DADDY !!------it was still kinda big on her. My favorite Flemington memory!!

Two final thoughts, the next year, I took her to a race, Williams Grove I believe, and you should have seen the older women looking at my little girl with that racing shirt - the "ahhhhhhhhhhs"! And finally, and sadly, somewhere in her growing up and outgrowing this shirt, we gave it away or it got tossed......... What I would not do to have that little girl back and THAT SHIRT !!

And he wears tye-dye. He is most definetly my father.

dear daddy's girls

Dear Vanessa and Angela Simmons,

Not all of us are blessed with having a rap mogul father and uncle who endowed us with a company and Porsche Cayenne and L.A. condo. I want these shoes of yours.

Because my dad isn't Rev Run and my uncle isn't Russel Simmons, I cannot afford them. I'm a poor college student.

But you should know I love them. I would rock them all the time--with jeans, shorts, sweat pants, whatever. Also, I make a great sister, so if your family wants to adopt a cute little white girl, gimme a call.

Yours truly,

White-girl-wants-Pastry's

oh zane, how i wish i were you

This is Zane Lamprey.






His job is to drink. If you've never seen Three Sheets, you must. It is the ONLY show that I've ever bought an entire season of.

Zane's a comedian. And he enjoys drinking, a lot. He travels the world, going to any city that will have him, and learns their drinking customs, including their hangover cures. It's actually educational because he goes into factories and meets important people, but then gets drunk with them.

When he went to Champagne, France in season one, he got an important champagne connoisseur to chug champagne with him, which is definitely not what you're supposed to do. The champagne man said no to chugging time and time again, but finally Zane got him. They played quarters--a drinking game we're all too familiar with--and Zane won. This champagne connoisseur then chugged his champagne--with a frown across his face.

An unknown channel called MOJO used to host Three Sheets, until the entire channel died at the end of 2008. With the help of many many many fans protesting, Three Sheets was bought by FLN, and will premiere it's fourth season on May 29. Watch it!!!

oh and did I mention this...

I got a new job. I started at Banana Republic today. I already work for the Savannah Movie Tours. What's next? An internship.

Looks like this summer will be mighty busy for me.

But don't worry Beth, I'll still put 110% effort into your class. I'd do anything (well almost anything) for you--even if it means getting up at 7:30am in the summer for your class.

baby olivia

My best friend, Chloe, has a baby girl named Olivia. Chloe calls me all the time and tells me what Olivia has done or started to say, and although it gets repetitive, it bugs me that I'm not there.

I've been best friends with Chloe since we were in sixth grade together. We've had out rough patches, and she's been through a lot, but I love her. Her worst years have been the past three.

All throughout high school, she hardly did anything. Another friend and I did a lot of her work, or stayed on her ass to get it done. Then, a month before graduation, Chloe found out that there was nothing she could do to graduate. It finally hit her. She was devastated, but it was her fault.

She moved on. She didn't come watch us graduate, but it didn't ruin our friendship. Then, I left for Georgia, and I feel that her and my other best friend, Damaris, have gotten closer--and rightfully so. I'm not there all the time, so it's just what happens.

Around this time during my freshman year of college, Chloe called to tell me she was pregnant. That summer she couldn't drink and hardly went out. She started showing right before I went back to school. By the time I came in November, she was huge. I was lucky to be able to be at the baby shower.
A month after I went back to school, Chloe had Olivia. She's now 16 months old; she walks, talks a little, eats people food, the whole nine yards. It seems that Olivia has gotten Chloe's life on track. Last year, Chloe got her high school diploma and has worked harder lately than ever before.

I'm so proud of Chloe and Olivia knows Aunt Maggie loves her. Now only if I could get her to actually say my name.

ugh - my landlord

So I'm not very good at being assertive and strict. And there's been a hole in my ceiling, in my closer for almost a month now. My landlord and the "condo association" guy were supposed to take care of it, and with their lack of communication with each other and me, there's been no progress.

Today, with my boyfriend giving me support to call, I finally called her and told her that nothing's been fixed and it's not my responsibility to find her or this condo guy. She told me she was "shocked," and thought it'd been fixed weeks ago. Right.

My boyfriend told me not to send her my rent until it's fixed. And he's probably right. But I get nervous when I have to be mean to someone "above" me - but I guess she isn't really above me. I pay her my rent, I shouldn't have a hole in my ceiling.

He's right. I shouldn't pay rent until it's fixed. But my landlord is making me feel like it's my fault. I "should have told her it wasn't fixed weeks ago"...really?

google analytics

Weird. There's one person in Missouri reading my blog, five in New York and one in New Jersey. Although I'm from Pennsylvania, I don't know anyone in New Jersey or New York that would read my blog...so whoever you are, where did you come from?

This is totally creepy. Does this mean that every site I go onto knows where I live or where I'm looking at the site from? Too weird, way too weird.

they've done it again

The Plain White T's -- known for Hey There Delilah -- have released another song to make girls swoon. Even though most of their albums have songs that are more pop/rock, it's their acoustic Jason Mraz inspired songs that become number 1's.

Give me more loving than I’ve ever had
Make me feel better when I’m feeling sad
Tell me I’m special even though I know I’m not
Make me feel good when I hurt so bad
Barely getting mad

If you want to check out some of their other music that's not as gushy, listen to Our Time Now. It's my ringtone :) It's a song about living your life, basically. As a young twenty-something, we can all relate.

and I saw it

Yesterday I saw Angels and Demons. I thought it was awesome, and well worth the wait. And although I read the book years ago, I could keep up and it followed the book really well.

But, parts of it were computerized (duh), and it was so obvious. There are a few shots above St. Peter's and it felt like I was looking at a computer screen.

Other than that rant, Tom Hanks was great and so was the movie. Bravo to Ron Howard who adapted Dan Brown's novel so well.

angels and demons

I read it 4 years ago and have anticipated this moment since then. The long novel took me only 3 days to read. And now, this Friday, Angels and Demons is released as a film.

Although Angels and Demons is before The Da Vinci Code, I read the latter first. After The Da Vinci Code was released as a film a few years ago, I've been waiting for the prequel to be released.

And I just read that Dan Brown has a new book, The Lost Symbol, coming out in September - a follow-up of The Da Vinci Code, also featuring Robert Langdon. Although the book is getting a lot of hype, I expect to it be deserved hype. The Da Vinci Code was on the best-seller list for 144 weeks, so I'm sure this one will relate. Brown's website says The Lost Symbol will have a first printing of 5 million copies.

almost summer

Most schools are already out. Not SCAD, but that hasn't stopped me, or anyone else, from enjoying summer activities in Savannah. Most of my friends in Pennsylvania are getting done with school this week or next, but I'm the one enjoying the beach and 90 degree weather.

I'm not rubbing it in anyone's face, but I'm jealous that all my friends are getting done with school, so it's nice to know I have something they want.

I'm still counting down until summer - 3 weeks of classes left - and I can't wait. Summer usually means baseball games, laying out at the pool and going barefoot, but this summer means getting to see my boyfriend more than every four weeks, and it's also the first time all my friends and I will be 21 together. I smile just thinking about it.

i miss you

I miss your smile and your eyes.
I miss the way you make me laugh, which is pretty easy.
I miss the way you open doors for me,
And hold my hand in the car.

I miss the way your hair feels when I run my fingers through it.
I miss waking up to you saying "good morning," as you wrap your legs around me.
I miss the way you brush my hair out of my face,
And when you hold my waist close to yours.

I miss the way you take care of me, even though I'm independent.
I miss the way you sing to me in the car, so unashamed of anything.
I miss the way you try to tease me when you kiss me,
And the way you know exactly what to do to make me happy.

I miss cuddling with you.
I miss the way you look when your on top of me.
I miss watching you do anything and succeeding,
And knowing I'm in good hands.

I miss the look in your eyes when I can tell that you've fallen for me.
I miss not worrying when your going to call because you're by my side.
I miss watching you with you friends, because you look at me with that "I'm-yours" smile,
And I can tell people are jealous because we're so perfect together.

But, what I miss the most, is when you say "I love you Maggie," in person.

i have a friend...

A friend of mine has been seeing an older guy for a couple months now. She was really happy with him, and he took her out all the time. He treated her the way a man should treat a woman -- he introduced her to his friends, he took her on dates, and wanted to be around her. Then, last night, he told her he wanted to slow things down. He told her he wanted to remain friends and continue to hang out, just not date anymore. I was really bothered by this because she agreed to it. She agreed to a "casual, open relationship" as long as they were safe. In the time that I've known her, she doesn't seem like this kind of girl, and now, all of a sudden, she is.

To me, it seems that she's trying to convince herself that it's a good idea, that maybe if she does this for a while, he'll want to start dating again. The chances of that happening are slim. And, to make matters worse, his ex-girlfriend is coming back in town after she's been gone for a few months. She's had rough breaks before, and I just don't understand why she's doing this, because she really likes him.

Some people can successfully do this -- they can be physical and still stay friends -- but I don't see this for her. I wish that she would let herself just be her instead of look for a guy to be with.

grrrrumpy

I hate going to bed mad because I always wake up mad. I've been told "sleep on it" on several occasions - and it never makes a difference. If I go to sleep angry or grumpy or upset, chances are, I'll wake up and think about the previous night and get upset again.

And why must people treat others so badly? I'm not a mean person, I don't pick on people, I don't say hurtful things to others - so why must people be so fucking rude and not care?

Put yourself is someone else's place before you say hurtful things to them. And if someone tells your that they're upset, talk to them. Don't just tell them you'll talk about it later. Just because you've got your own life going on, or your busy, or you don't want to be where you are, doesn't mean you can shrug it off when someone says they need you.

birthday boy

Today it's his birthday. That's my Otis and today is his second birthday. He's my best friend; we were totally meant for each other. If you knew him, you'd agree that he has the best personality ever. He sleeps with a stuffed dog in his mouth, and if you tell Otis to "go get Musha," he'll go get the stuffed dog. He also loves cuddling and would rather be on top of you than next to you. He lets me dress him up in Halloween costumes, jerseys and even a rain jacket. When I take him running, he runs with full force - his eyes start to bulge and he starts to trot like a horse. He lives for watching the cats in my alley and getting left-overs from any one willing to give up some food. He's got the biggest heart and he'll love you forever.

buh-bye

So my brother's gone. Finally. I don't even remember how it happened. One day he just said to me that he was trying to leave and he was trying to do it soon. Then voila, the impossible happened. My lethargic, sofa-ridden, free-loading brother left. He went and bought a bus ticket with money my grandmother had given him and he was gone. Just like that.

Although my house is much quieter now, its also much cleaner and more relaxing.

But not even a week later, my mother informs me that she's coming down for a week, at least, and she's bringing her dog. She's been living in Virginia for the past couple of weeks (don't even ask, its a boring, complicated story) and she can't have her dog with her there. My dad has been watching my mom's dog in Pennsylvania. And although he's only watching it for a short time, I think he's fallen in love with her. He calls me all the time to talk about the dog, which is funny because he was cursing my mom for leaving the dog with him in the first place.

Anyway, my mom wants to spend time with me and her dog, so she's decided to bring the pup down to Savannah with her. Not even a week alone in my house and I've got another visitor and dog coming to visit. At least this visitor will contribute to the grocery bill and won't keep me up until 3a.m. playing Xbox.

eric hutchinson, part duex

This isn't my favorite song on his album, but this video is fucking awesome. I've never seen a video done like this, and it's so creative. Check it out. I promise you'll love it too.

is she want to rock, she rocks

I'm a huge fan of Sugarland, and an even bigger fan of their lead singer, Jennifer Nettles. The group itself is mix between folk, country and pop. You can definitely hear the bluegrass/folk roots in their music but they also have the ability to take any song and turn it country (Irreplaceable by Beyonce and Come on Get Higher by Matt Nathanson).



Jennifer's style is a constant reminder of what I want to look like. She's beautiful. It's a eclectic mix of preppy, girly and comfy that makes her gorgeous and fun. She's also a total goof ball and knows how to have a good time, a quality I think everyone should possess. But my favorite thing about her is her ability to do what she wants and still be a girly-girl about it. She has tattoos in places most women don't (inside of her bicep and outside of her wrist) and although she usually hides them, she isn't ashamed. And she'll dance on stage and look like a total dork, but smiles while doing it.

So this summer, Sugarland is touring with Eric Hutchinson. I had no idea who he was, so I looked him up. I quickly fell in love. I downloaded his album almost immediately and for some reason, his first single "Rock & Roll" seemed familiar to me. His music is a cross between Jason Mraz and Jack Johnson; it's a little bit acoustic, a little bit pop-y and little bit country. It's fun to dance to and would be perfect party music. I listen to his album while driving, cleaning my house, showering, sitting on the beach - it's versatile, which is a great quality for music to have.

And if you enjoy "Rock & Roll," you should check out "You Don't Have to Believe Me." It's my absolute favorite song and it's totally dance-able.

friendly ghost or not-so-sly brother?

Small, unexplainable things have been happening in my house lately. Granted, I live in an old house in an even older town, but I've lived in this house for 6 months and the things just started happening. Maybe if my brother wasn't still calling my living room his home, I'd blame it on a new found ghost. But c'mon, it's a weird coincidence.

It's a little strange that things started moving around and disappearing only since my brother's been here. For instance, when I was gone last weekend, I came home to my giant Hershey bar gone. It was in the fridge, and had been for weeks. Every now and then I'd eat a square, making it last longer than expected. Over half the bar was there when I left, and when I returned, POOF! it was gone. I asked my brother, who dumbly said "what candy bar?" Are you kidding me? Does he really think I'm that fucking dumb? Even still, I explained the giant chocolate bar that had been in my fridge for months, and he acted like he had absolutely no clue what I was talking about. Right.

Things have also been moving around my house. To some people, this would be minor or probably unnoticeable. But to me, I notice when things are moved the slightest bit, let alone to an entirely different room. I wouldn't necessarily called it OCD, but it's definitely border-line.

So today, when my candle that has always been in my living room found its way upstairs to my computer desk, I noticed. Hmm, did he really think I wouldn't notice that either?

So either I have a friendly ghost who likes chocolate or my brother is trying to by sly and failing miserably.

it's back...

We all have one. That television show we're a little embarrassed to admit we watch. Mine's Greek on ABC Family, and last week it returned for it's third season. I made sure no one called my phone and that my brother (who is still free-loading on my sofa) stayed downstairs at 8pm on Monday night. I was thoroughly impressed, as I always am. For an ABC Family show, it's entertaining and actually pretty smart.


As I'm told by my boyfriend, among many others, it is nothing like a real fraternity/sorority house, but I don't care. It's purely for entertainment purposes. And believe me, it definitely entertains.

For a "family" tv show, it's pretty mature and actually pretty smart. It doesn't pause so you can actually take in the witty remarks, but they're definitely there.

The very first episode two seasons ago, we got introduced to all the characters. Each character has their own traits and flaws that obviously mold the show. The writers do a great job at webbing each character together; Rusty is Casey's little brother, Casey dated Cappy and Evan, Cappy is Rusty's fraternity big brother, Frannie is Casey's ex-best friend, who now dates Casey's ex-boyfriend Evan, and the list goes on and on. It sounds confusing, and to an outsider I guess it is, but to a Greek fanatic, it's purely enjoyable.

By far, my favorite character is Rusty. He's the epitome of a geek - a polymer science major that doesn't stay out on school nights and never had a girlfriend before - but he joins the fraternity that parties the most and soon gains the nickname "spitter" because he tried to take a body-shot from a girl's stomach and ended up spitting it on her face. He also is honestly clueless when it comes to beer pong, but because of his ability to mathematically look at a situation, kicks the shit out of anyone he plays.
Each episode he makes me laugh with something he does that reminds me of myself, whether its trying to fit in when you're not used to being in a certain group or trying to keep your old friends while moving on to new ones. He is utterly honest and goes out of his way to make others feel wanted, which is a trait I like to think I possess.

So you may think I'm a total geek, like Rusty, for watching and thoroughly enjoying this show, but that's okay. I'd rather be a total geek for watching Greek than have to lie when people ask what my favorite TV show is or bullshit a lame answer like Lost or 24, which I just truthfully don't have the patience for.

my love for shel

Since I've been 8 and my mom bought me "Where the Sidewalk Ends," I've been in love. Shel Silverstein is a great writer who has entertained me since I opened the first page of the first book I ever owned by him. "The Giving Tree" is by far one of my favorite books, as it tells of a tree falling in love with a boy and always being there for the boy. The boy ultimately takes advantage of the tree but the tree never falls out of love with the little boy, even when he's an old man and has turned the tree into a stump.


If you never read his poems and books when you were little, you should definitely read them now. My absolute favorite is "Listen to the Mustn'ts" --

"Listen to the mustn'ts, child. Listen to the don'ts. Listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me... Anything can happen, child. Anything can be."

It not only caters towards little ones but could be relevant to anyone at any age. And it certainly goes with my optimistic views on life and the fact that anything CAN happen.

My love extends beyond his words but also his drawings. I'm infatuated by the fact that he creates these wacky sketches to go along with his poems. I like him better than Dr. Seuss too. Not only could he write children's book s, but he wrote many songs, including "A Boy Named Sue," (which Johnny Cash recorded). He was also a successful playwright and he wrote for Playboy. Hmm, talk about a possible pedophile.

lil' bro, part duex

So my living room is still his make-shift bedroom and he is still jobless with his damn Xbox controller stuck in hand, like if he lets it go, the world might implode. And I just got informed today that he has $2 left (my parents originally gave him $90 last Sunday). So in the matter of 10 days, he spend $88, which I guess isn't all that much. But like I said last post, I'm leaving for the weekend and there's barely any food in the house because the kid can eat.

The shelf where I keep all my snacks like chips, cheese curls, pudding, apple sauce, pretzels, etc hasn't been bare since the day I moved it. I'm able to make a bag of potato chips last at least 3 weeks. But since my brother's been here, I can now see the bottom of the shelf. In the 10 days he's been here, he's managed to eat almost all my snack food that would have taken me weeks to finish.

And last Monday, the 23rd, him and I went to the grocery store spending $120 (which is a hell of a lot more than I normally spend, and if I do spend this much, it usually lasts me a good month and a half). But my freezer is almost bare, except for the box of Popsicles I bought, a bottle of Rum and a generic brand frozen pizza (because I told him he had to spend his money wisely and getting name-brand pizza was out of his budget). My fridge has a gallon of milk, three eggs, some random juice, yogurt that I've told him he's not allowed to touch, and a door full of random condiments. There's a few Cup-of-Noodles in my cabinet, along with a few cans of Chef Boyardee and a box of Velveeta macaroni. So with his $2 and the random assortment of food in my house, I have no idea what he's going to eat this weekend while I'm gone.

I feel like I'm in the dorms again and I have to hide my food from my roommate, in fear of it getting eaten without my knowledge.

And just yesterday, he decided he was going to give college a try. He researched schools that were reputable in game design and sent away for more information. But I feel that this is just an easy out for him, like he doesn't want to get a job so why not go to school where mom and dad can keep giving him money, but they won't. He moved here to get away from them because they realized they couldn't keep buying him cigarettes and food just so he could fill his bedroom with smoke and play video games all day. Doesn't he see me working, going to school and doing homework? It's not that easy. I can't stop him, and I won't. If this is a huge mistake, let him figure it out on his own. Maybe, just maybe, he'll do really well and he'll be successful in the game world. God knows the fucking controller never leaves his hand.

So now he's decided that it's pointless to stay here if he's going to attempt to apply for school. How the hell does he expect to get home on $2 though? When I asked him what he was going to do about food this weekend, he told me "I don't care. I'm leaving soon anyway." Does he think he's leaving tomorrow? Is he out of his fucking mind?

Nevertheless, I can't waste time stressing about him. I've given him more thought lately than I have school and work, and that's absolutely absurd.

might as well...

I might as well put a picture up so when I go on about how in love I am and ya'll want to slap me, you'll know who I'm talking about.

is it the weekend yet?

It's Monday but I'm waiting for Thursday. Reason? Love.

A few months ago, my boyfriend and I started dating and I've been sublimely happy ever since. I can't remember anyone ever making me feel this good about myself. It sounds so cliche and corny, but it's true. He pushes me harder than anyone ever has. He makes me smile when I'm bitching about something. And when we do argue, we quickly fix any problem with a laugh and the dismissal of the issue. Most people were skeptical about us dating; he still lives at home in Pennsylvania and he's out of school, being a grown up, but it's been great since day one.

So over the past few months, I've fallen hard for him. We obviously don't get to see each other as often as we like, but the phone has gained even more popularity in my life and it seems that it's always pressed to my ear. But when we do get to see each other, it's always an anticipated event. I got to spend my spring break with him and it's only been a little over a week since I last saw him, but we're both stupidly counting down until Thursday, which is our next reunion.

Thursday, I go to Philadelphia, about an hour from my house. Friday, my boyfriend and I are going to Baltimore for the weekend, and I'm psyched :) It's for his fraternity, but its definitely going to be a great time spending a weekend away with him. (And I'm also looking forward to going to the Baltimore Aquarium.)

What I'm most looking forward to is what most couples take for granted: holding hands, talking in person, seeing the other person smile, having his arms around me while I'm sleeping. I get more upset seeing couples hold hands and just being in the same physical place as each other than anything else. Why can't him and I do that too??

Well this weekend, we will. We will be that couple that I would normally get pissed about. I would normally hate myself and want to say something shitty behind my back, but this weekend it's about him and I. Finally. About fucking time. And so my countdown to Thursday is on...

rain, rain, go away

It's a Saturday night at 8:38pm and I'm already in my sweats with no make-up on. The reason? Rain. Well that, and the fact that I have about $10 to my name right now. What fun would it be to run from bar to bar and not even have money to drink?

Rainy days always seem to make me think too much. It gives me the opportunity to let my mind wonder to things I don't normally think about. And most of the time it results in me being homesick and missing my friends, boyfriend and mom. I'm 21 and I've been living 12 hours away from home for almost 3 years now, you'd think I was used to this or something. Yeah right. I don't think I'll ever get used to it. But the funny part is, I would probably be unhappy at home because there's not much going on there. And when I graduate, the last place I want to go is home. I really wouldn't call my issue homesickness, but maybe more missing-my-boyfriend-mom-and-friends-sickness.

These people have helped define me and create the person I am. I've gained all my qualities - good and bad - from my friends, boyfriend and my parents and when I miss them, I really miss them. Like that cliched aching; all I want is to have one of them with me.

And when I miss people from home, you'd think having my brother here would help, but guess again. It makes me more stressed. I can't go watch a movie on my sofa downstairs in my living room because it's now my brother's pseudo bedroom. I get into these don't-fuck-with-me-but-let-me-do-my-own-god-damn-thing moods and having him in my personal space is more stressful. He hardly leaves the house. I invited him out with me last night to hang out with my friends, and he opted to stay home instead. Ugh! And I've pretty much exhausted everything we can talk about. He actually told me I talk too much.

So it's still raining. And if it wasn't dark out, I'd go for a run. Or if it wasn't about closing time, I'd go walk around the mall or Target. But alas, it's almost 9pm and stores are closed and it's dark out. And I'm missing my favorite people.

And I feel like a baby. I feel like crying and complaining and bitching makes me immature and pathetic. But I can't help it. I'd give almost anything to get a kiss from my boyfriend or a hug from my mom or a smile from my best friends. And the even more pathetic part is that I'm going home on Thursday (in 5 days!!) and I still miss them like WOAH!

So on this certain Saturday night, I'll enjoy being alone in my sweats with a bottle of wine and watch TV in bed. Cheers!

lil' bro in the house

So I came back to Savannah last week after Spring Break, and my younger brother decided he was coming along. Our home life has been strange, to say the least, because my parents dislike each other/love each other more often than not. He graduated from high school last year and decided he was going to be successful living in my parent's house, not having a job, and constantly playing his Xbox. Sounds promising, doesn't it? Well we've all been on his case about how he's slowly turning into this fuck-up and how he should be a little determined to do something more than bum off my parents for the rest of their lives. And he finally did.

He decided the best option for him is to get away. Yes, it sounds like a good idea, except the only place he could really get away to is Savannah, with me. We've only been back for 5 days and we fight almost everyday. I feel more like his mother than a big sister. I shouldn't have to lecture him or wake him up or badger him to go find a job. He is not my fucking child, and if he was, I would have kicked him out months ago.

Between my parents, my boyfriend and me, we have tried our best at looking for jobs online for him. I've made him walk around Savannah and put applications in wherever possible. I helped him bullshit a resume. I'd driven him places (oh yea, because he doesn't have a car). And then today he had the fucking balls to tell me he "should have gotten his own place." HA!

I told him today that he could help contribute by taking my dog out more than once every two days, and that he's wasting my electric by watching TV and playing Xbox at the same time, and that he needs to get out of the house and be productive, and he got pissy like a 13 year old girl and told me he "should have gotten his own place." With what fucking money?

He thinks this is all so easy. If living on your own is so easy, then why didn't he do it before? He's using my futon as a bed, my oven and microwave to cook, my sheets and blankets to sleep with, my refrigerator to keep his food and drinks cold, my TV, my bathroom and my internet.

I know last post I preached being nice and happy and optimistic, and I am. I really hope he gets a job down here. I really hope he can prove everyone wrong and he can succeed on his own. I really do. But don't ever take advantage of my niceness. He needs to appreciate that I don't have to do any of this for him.

Let's just say that if he isn't employed, contributing to the bills and getting out of the house more within the next two or three weeks, that Xbox will get locked in my car and his clothing will be on my front porch. We'll see what happens...

welcome

Hi. Hello. Hey. Hola.

Welcome to my blog. That Blonde Girl will entertain you with the stories of my life. Each day I try to make it the best and I put on the cheesiest smile I can so everyone else has something to smile at. I am the ultimate optimist, the girl most people want to punch in the face because I try to find good in all situations. Of course I bitch about stuff and of course I cry and complain, but only when it absolutely needs to be done (which you will surely find out).

Everyone only has one life, why not live it to the fullest. Your life can be fucking great. My life can be fucking great. But only we can make it that way. Go for it. Go out and make your life as fucking great as you can.

"Your life is an occasion, Rise to it." -Dustin Hoffman