blah.ish.boom.bah.

i am too tired to really do this right now...and I need a shower.

Shower....
Blogging...

...think i'll stick with the shower.

Obama is the president.

I say the "inaugy."
O_o

Obama is awesome.

I was busy that week.

My car is on TWO flats.
My car sucky-suck-sucks.
I have a leadership conference this weekend.
My play opens in two weeks.
My grandma's birthday is tomorrow.
I need a university to give me free classes and room and board.
The screen on my phone is broken.
People are still texting me.
Damn losers.
I need people to stop texting me.
I missed the Vicki's secret sale.
My guitar prolly has dust on it even though I just purchased some new picks.
They are thick, they will help create crisp sounds.
Your face is crisp.
In gym today I'm pretty sure I tore muscle groups I didn't even know that I had.


yay.

I need a money tree.
Shower.

fly-levan leaf escence?

I just bought Evanescence's new cd on itunes for 7.99....YEAH YEAH YEAH....and its awesome.

Awesome doesn't cut it.
I need a thesaurus.
It's pretty formidable. (I say "FOR-Meh-DAB-BLA" because that's how is pronounced in french.)

This song....sweet sacrifice. Awe-cough- I mean formidable. Amy Lee's voice is chilling-ly awesome-formidable.

I will learn how to strum this song if it partially kills me (which means I'm willing to undergo a bad headache and slight nausea to learn the notes of this song).

FLY LEAF.
omg.

I've been hearing about this band for some time now....but a friend of mine showed me a few of their videos and I'm in love...with their music and their purpose. They are a christian band....they sing about God and dying and being thankful for life.

It's always thrilling to find out about good christian music. I tend to look past the traditional gospel vocals and southern hymns tunes.

the cd was 12.99 on itunes: 11songs, plus 5 acoustic versions without videos, those same 5 acoustic versions WITH videos, plus 3 regularly released (non-acoustic rock version) Videos, and a digital booklet.

WHAT A DEAL.

good music makes me smile...
inside and
out.

lost.

is what I am right now.

mountain don't matter.

mountain don't matter...

i've got to move it.

- teresa jenee

I've got to do something. I will-be-a-leaving town in a little while. I think. I know. I will have a paralegal associates degree in 6 months (which includes a class that I will have to take during the "summer session"). And then what?

So much to do in only one lifetime.

hmph.

And then I will -be -a-leaving my beginning adult experiences behind. I will dawn upon a new era in my life. Things will change. Major-ly. Decisions' after-effects will unfold and trickle down out of my head and hands to the ground and bloom all around me...

and everywhere I was and everywhere I will be.

And then what?

I may (possibly-leaning towards inevitable yeses and action) attend USC (University of Southern California). Its campus dwells within the boundaries of the well-known city of Los Angeles. There I twirl throughout the hallways, and within the dorm rooms, and down and up concrete walkways, and within classrooms, and within lecture halls and study groups and creative writing organizations, and about the theatre, and hover around the rooms that emulate sound waves constantly..... There I will do nothing short of "creating myself" which I've done nothing short of here...at home.

...or Syracruse...or Hofstra which both happen to rest in the horizon under the New York Lights.


why so far???

why not???

But isn't home where you make it?

I wish I could take it all with me...or at least large portions of it. Like people, a few places and scenes....

I guess the idea is that the "old" is past...and the past is unchangeable and immoveable; and I'm in motion. Newton's law tells us that...

An object in motion (c'est moi) tends to stay in motion, and an object at rest tends to stay at rest.

I guess my departure is physics then, eh?

in.se.cure. aren't. we.all?

Partially inspired by a few bad pictures, partially inspired by a trip to the scale (followed by disappointment), and partially inspired by a friend's blog.... I need to do something.

I need to loose weight.

Like...15 pounds...and I wish that that shit would just slide off me into my pocket (which it has kind-of did...) and fall out of it somewhere in a busy area like the loop or central west end so that someone greedy will find it and pick it up and I'll never see it again.

Dangit, too bad that weight isn't 40 dollars.

I've been working out somewhat to practice for a marathon. Now, it's like, screw the marathon, I just wanna be able to run it. Yep.

Guess I will make friends with fruits, and veggies, and the Y.
argh.

I want to dye my hair.
So here's the deal...I'm not allwoing myself to change my hair color until I loose the fifteen pounds.
...and I really love changing my hair color...
Yep.

help.

Well then.

chicago -yeah, yeah.

yeah. so we went to the windy city.
***

Pre-Trip....

At first I was just going to go purchase some shoes.....nike air max wrights to be exact (I'm picky), kind-of like this, but in reg. black, black with a pattern, and white, and 10x better...

...but no shoe store had the ones that I wanted... so I have to order them offline. So I went to Chicago instead.

First I was going to switch vehicles. My car is ....shitty....and I was going to drive "my other car" (by "my other car" I mean the car that my mother owns but neglects to utilize so I've been hoarding its usage for myself)...because it's better than mine, and safer, and cooler, and all that ish...but it needed a new spark plug.

My brother tried fixing it.

It took him about 10 hours to realize that he couldn't.
Don't even ask.

So, the next morning, we drove jay's shitty ford escort to Chicago.

Now...as I recollect on the drive...I'm surprised my car made it there, around town a bit, AND back.

I will be selling/practically giving away my shitty car in the next few weeks.

hopefully.

Anyways...Chicago was fun granted that we didn't kill each other, it was pretty cold, and that we only stayed there about a day and a half.

...small assortment of pics coming sooner than you thought...

yeah.

FACE.

my friend heel-toe...the bro. like...not my brother, but A BRO.
(bro: wears abercrombie and fitch, utilizes phrases like "dude," "what," and "oh my god, man" extremely often; plays ultimate frisbee...)

BO. last name unnecessary...with the awesome Joker-Batman tee.

we met up with Imani, who was already in town because this is her second home.

Imani's friend Rita's bench.

Pizzeria Uno

ME...Heel-toe

Chelbz....Bo

and we mostly shopped and did really stupid stuff like this...

and this...

and this...

and this.

and we liked the michigan ave.

now that i think about it, we took more pictures of us being ourselves in Chicago, rather than taking pictures of Chicago itself. I guess we've all been there a few times, so we're not complete tourists, we just get tired of how small St. Louis can be on Fridays and Saturdays.

blah.

minimal.flash.photography.please.

yeah so, happy 09 thingy.

yeah.

so....new year's resolution numero uno, always designate a driver...EVEN IF YOU AREn'T PLANNING ON GOING ANYWHERE.

I definitely participated in a fiasco of events that technically were influenced by alcohol. yep...lots of alcohol.

I rarely drink, and when i do, I get three inches from plastered and then stop so that I A, won't get date raped, B, know what I'm doing, and C, don't throw up. Never throw up.

Never thrown up (from alcohol).

HAte throwing up (from anything).

So....I brought a few friends to another friend's apartment. There was intoxication liquids at my friend's apartment that I arrived at, with other friends that I brought, who brought intoxication liquids with them. There were friend's at my friend's apartment already who had also brought intoxication liquids with them.

My friend who owns the apartment also had bought-en (not a word) intoxication liquids.

Yes, we arrived there at the exact beginning of 2009.

Yes, I voluntarily stepped into the circle of inebriation...and I drug others with me. Lots and lots of others. Almost all the others.

Two of the "others" chucked. That is when the party became abbreviated. People left. Others left. Others helped clean up.

Specifically, one of the inebriated others wandered outside....to...get fresh air?... and from the bits and pieces of details given to me....this inebriated wandering other, which we will name "drunk waldo" for short (and for kicks, but not sneakers), feel asleep for a good twenty minutes on the outside of a building, in a corner, on the inside of a small glass room with an atm.

Right after "drunk waldo" disappeared from the scene, we began to search for him. We checked every floor in the apartment building (5 of those existed), the parking garage, the parking lot area, both stair cases, the elevator, and then we proceeded our search outside.

We didn't find him for like 40 minutes. I freaked, others freaked, another and I almost cried because its easy for inebriated people to cry and its even easier for "drunk waldo"s to kill themselves on a busy street.

Did I mention my friend's apartment is on a busy street?

My friend's apartment is on a busy street.

We found him in a restaurant lot wandering around...2 blocks down.

wow.

the first half of the night was full of unspeakable stupid fun.....the second half was just stupid.

oh well.

needless to say...there are lessons to be learned here:

go to lame parties.

or not... but if you "or not" a lame party, and select another venue, provide minimal flash photography...you won't want to remember what you forgot that had happened that night.

yep.

happy new years everyone.

the deuces have been chucked.
act a fool.