you either purdue or you purdont!

Yay! went to purdue this weekend...it was lots o' fun. Saw alot of familiar and not so familiar faces. Went back to the 80's but quickly power walked back into today. I went to XXX and had cheese stix and the LAST marinara sauce! yes, score. I drank many drinks, some were easy and smooth, others were not. Discovered Hunter doesn't like giving to give to charity..lol. Found hangovers dont exsist at Purdue and that Chinese Buffet on Sunday morning is affordable and really worth the after affects. Muddy pants and shoes wont stop me from shining! Realized I am really a CLASS B addict and that its not good for me, but good at the time. Alcoholism does not run in my family, thats a plus. My knitting project turned into a beer cloth and that disposable cameras usually end in me on the floor(either laughing or passed out) or posing with weird faces, so be aware. And sleeping on the floor next to a smelly drunk kid really is worth it for one weekend of carefree fun!

til next time...
watch out for broken glass!
see you back in b-town after the break!

everything seems normal

In honor of the xanga and livejournal but with much respects to my beloved blog...I am currently listening to Mr. Blue Sky by: ELO and I am currently in a LAZY mood.

the time has come for me once again to update, that, and the fact that i am bored and dont feel like working on my homework. I also have another class in about 30 minutes and i am seriously considering not going. Ugh. Its the middle of November and its 60 degrees out, does anyone else find that strange...you know what that means, dont you? It means our spring break is gunna suck if you are destined to stay in good ol elkhart like me. lol. All i am saying is, shit is gunna go down if the globe keeps warming like it has been. Today is a low pressure day, with low spiking clouds and a dew temperature above normal. Basically crazy weather patterns...why do i know all this weather jargon? oh i am glad you asked, i am in a class called Weather and Climate and i take it to fulfill a science credit for my degree. there, you happy now?

Alright it is now three hours later, and nothing has changed. i have been downloading many many things from Ares onto itunes...its been a fun lil afternoon. I love getting new shit and looking at the number of songs grow and grow....i like to hear new bands, and get some new songs from some old favorites. its always fun to re-discover something from your past as well. but i am becoming pretty A.D.D right now, so i have to get going. Thanks for wasting your time for me....very much appreciated. til next time...

keep the music alive! go i-tunes!

fally mcslipsalot

yowsah!(thanks ant)

hey everyone, whats up? not much here i just trying to recover from hangovers, drunken roommate accidents, and emotional sunday afternoon matinee on tv. let me just say, that everytime Father of the Bride comes on, i lose it. I mean, his lil girl is starting a whole new life without him, wouldn't you feel a lil down...but yet he finds the strength and is content with the situation. Here is the icing on the cake....Father of the Bride Pt. 2 comes on right after! talk about a tearjerker! not only is his only daughter married and out of his control but she is pregnant, oh wait here it comes.....his wife is pregnant too! oh my goodness! I was sobbing all afternoon like some depressed middle-aged woman.(or something like that...haha) Anywho, cleaned the room, somewhat, and just have been hanging around. nothing too exciting.

So today's entry is no great incite into my life or some compelling realization or anything. just simply had a great time last night, am happy with the way things went, and love all of my friends(new and old) more than anything. someone i have just recently gotten to know says that you become the most purest form of yourself when you drink, and if thats the truth then i couldn't be more happy with myself. i have no regrets and i dont hestitate to say that i wish i was like that more often, not innebriated, just sublimely happy.

so kids, when drinking.....do not stand more than 2 feet off the ground, because you will sobe up real quick and i dont mean its because of the elevation, but you will fall on your ass and scream for a wheelchair. shit happens, just ask erin. love you girl! muah

i got to go, chocolate time! yum!

Song of the Day:
That's Me Trying by: William Shanter featuring Ben Folds
(why the hell not, that shit is so sweet in a qorky way)

til next time...
bananaphone!

latte anyone?

Hey kids

Its been awhile, but the funny thing is it doesn't make it any easier to write. A trendy, slighty more philosophical, friend of mine said this,
"I really think writers don’t enjoy writing all that much, they like seeing the manifestation of their ideas, the praise from their peers, their name in the paper, whatever. But the act of crafting it all is a shit hole. Like most things that are rewarding. Everyone says it’s all about the journey. Not really. The journey fucking sucks, man." Thanks Ant.
Its very true. I mean, its a bunch of bullshit, but yet we want people to treat it like gold and a wonderful piece of work(and i still want people to do that) but i dont usually get those kinds of reactions to my writing, cuz my writing sucks. i can't even use proper english, and i am too proud to use spell check....thats lame. I am lame, but you know what, venting is what does it for me. I feel like I can just pour out my heart into every line because i can go my own pace and not have to bother anyone who doesn't want to be bothered. If you are reading this, you obviously want to know, but if you didn't, you wouldn't be reading this very line. Its a simple as that. you dont like my style or my content, then stop reading. dont tell me that you dont like my life, i dont want to hear it. I want to just sit and keep these memories for my days when i am old and gray and think....damn, why the hell was i so moody all the damn time.

I know i have issues, who doesn't? but i also have great qualities...really, its okay, you can see em if you look close enough. I am not some crazy bag lady, i am just get "crazy" sometimes. Thats really all i can say...i am not crazy, just "crazy." alright....

"they say" that the best way to be a good friend is to first be a good friend to yourself....listen to this shit, i am serious. They say by admitting three things to yourself that you normally would hide is the first step to being a super duper great friend...so here we go....
1.) I am terrified of commitment, but am terrified of being alone.
2.) I have "daddy issues" that i use as an excuse for things in my life that get really hard so i can put the blame for my problems on someone other than myself.
3.) I gossip about other people around my friends so the attention of their interest hopefully never falls on me, in fear of what i may hear or find out about myself.
I guess that means i am on the pathways of being the best damn pal ever! yes!
(oh the source of this stupid little mind game, US Weekly, not the most credible of sources, but entertaining none the less.)

Let's go around the horn....
these three things i know are true....
Jack Johnson, no matter the song, always brightens my day.
My window is wide open in the middle of november.
And I know that floor 5 is the home to every "little" person on campus.

Who misses the song of the day?
I DO!
So here it is......

Shanny B's most favorite song of the entire day!:
New Slang
by: The Shins

Need I say more? i say, not tonight. til next time....

...give me something better to talk about!