its the most wonderful time of the year

im at the point of fall semester when i just want to get out of here. everyone feels like this at some point at psu. why would i want to get away from the best possible place to spend 4 years of college? because i miss serenity, calm, veggies, the smell of my fireplace, reading novels, going where i want when i want, my family, not having a routine, hanging out with the only people that make me laugh until it hurts, and only having to worry about who is driving where when we go out.

after a while the redundant, weekly routine of school starts to become a drag. i start counting down the days for things to look forward to: going home for the first time since august, SLEEPING IN, birthdays..anything that doesn't revolve around wake up-go to work-go to class-study-watch my show-go to bed by 12 at the latest every single day. i start looking at pictures like the one above. that day was one of the best. my dad rented me a board, we drove the truck on the empty beach, he surf fished, and i surfed. this was our bonding day before i left for school. this was one of the last days i had before facing 4 years of the worrying and pressure (dont get me wrong, i LOVE my school and my classes and my friends more than anything). all that i had to worry about that day was where the waves were breaking and the fish were biting. every now and then i need that one day to clear my head, put everything behind me, and just go with the flow. it stinks though because finals are coming up. its crunch time and i wont have that one special day until christmas break. its funny though because after christmas break i long for everything im complaining about now. oh well. might as well make the best of it--party time...

Flip flop back to the closet

newsflash..it's november. no longer do we see green leaves and sun-shiny days. no longer can we lay outside our dorms/apartments to get that sun-kissed, glowing tan. no longer will we wear flip flops. here's a clue: although flip, flop, fall is alliteration, one of those words do not mesh very well with the general idea. fall. it's autumn, people. christmas displays are already in windows, and yes, it has already snowed here at psu. surprisingly, these things aren't hint enough for some people that it's time to bust out the turtle necks and wool socks. today, for instance, the high was 39 degrees but it "felt like 41". typical fall-flip-flopper thinks: "41 degrees, niceeee, that one tank top will match my rhinestone flops". honestly, what is wrong with you?? my hand went numb just holding my phone as i walked to class today, let alone my feet that froze even while cozily wrapped up in thick socks.

maybe you can use this piece of advice when you are wondering why im looking at you like you just kicked a puppy: nov-ember...rem-ember that 39 degrees is not warm, its 7 degrees above freezing. once the sun stops shining in psu it stops for 9 months. get a clue. do not try to wear tank tops, flip flops, and those swishy, baggy capris. you will NOT get a tan. why? daylights savings has passed..oh, and its NOVEMBER. guys, just bundle up and save yourself the shivers for your own sake and the sake of others that get cold when they look at you trying not to clatter your teeth.

Bedtime, Badtime

i like dreams. in fact, it blows my mind how your brain keeps working while you sleep, conjuring up wild. imaginative things in your head (which sometimes even forshadow! *deja vous) while you have no power to control them...i guess other than waking up and ending it? anyway, dreams are cool, but sometimes they are just retarded. i really hate when i dream about work. waitressing is bad enough i would prefer not to dream about it, yet i cannot control the dreaming of the work. i woke up the other night from a dream where a guy gave me a credit card to pay his bill. i, in turn, wake up a little bit and start searching my bed for this stupid credit card. im talking throwing my covers off and feeling around my sheets for a credit card that i thought i lost. and the weirdest part is that i knew what i was doing the whole time and that it was just a dream, but i still freaked out about losing the dudes card in my bed. haha. i dont think i need to talk about the bug dreams because im sure everyone has had one of those. they are creepy, make me itchy, a little scared, and i do not like them. thats it im tired, night!

Manayunk - A Magical Place

Tuesday night was the beginning of an adventure. An adventure for vegetables separated by the tyrannical pulls of bosses, research, professors, and food service, and and adventure for a boy named Frank. Being together all at once was kick butt and some of us haven't seen each other literally in months. I laugh so hard with these guys who have been my best friends as far back as ten years and it feels SO GOOD. I can only laugh like that when I'm with them, we're stupid, we have fun being stupid, we love each other, and we can make just sitting around something we can talk about for months.

Frank braved the city and rode his bike to Manayunk from Drexel (If it was me, I would have feared naked men running around the city trying to punch cops). Maura came via train and Jill drove Erica and I in her spiffy new cah. We bought some supplies at Acme, ate some pizza, played multiple games of tetris and did much talking. We started off with some fake Malibu Baybreezes. There was no Mailbu in it but they still turned out alright since everyone finished theirs. The daiquiries, on the other hand, were delish (I'm lying). Kim and Jill tried very hard to make the blender of frozen goodness, however, it lacked the frozen and tasted like Joaquin and Banker flavored syrup. Maura, Er, Frank and I refused to drink it while Jye and Kime yelled and said it was REALLY good and that they would finish the whole blender, haha. We "welcomed" Erica, played never-have-i-ever, bounced to the Tetris song, talked about Meyers and St. Nicks until our stomachs hurt from laughing, then Frank left at 3am (despite naked men running around trying to kill people) and we all passed out.

Today (Wednesday), Kim, Er, Jill and I went to downtown Manayunk and looked around in the shops. It was SO hot and we walked up and down a mysterious, steep flight of stairs in the middle of the jungle just for giggles. I was bit by a venus fly trap (picker bush), but I escaped. Er, Kim and I petted this real soft looking dog. The softness was cute but what the hell, that dog smelled so bad. And so did our hands afterwards. Ew. We took in some African art, records and CDs, $200 cotton tank tops (don't worry, they were 30% off..), yummy Bob's diner, and my first encounter with a person plagued with terets. After Bob's we got italian ice across the street and there was this little old woman sitting on the bench next to it. We were greeted by "F'ing cocksucker" along with the N word, bitch, and hand motions that should not be done in public. All it took was for Jill to look at me and I laughed (not out loud though). Then I felt really bad and my heart went out to the poor woman. Her ice was dripping and Erica, bless her heart, got napkins for her and gave them to her. When Erica turned around though, the woman started the hand motions. I am sorry, you had to be there.

So, that was our trip. It was a good one and I'm pumped to plan our spring break trip ahhh!!!

i love you guys!!!

Unnecessary Vocal Outbursts

alright, this will be brief because i am tired, hot, and i really want to enjoy a cold beverage (water i think..with ice!). this is just about something that i've come to recognize during my time waitressing. i realized not only do servers do it, but so does everyone else once you start thinking about it.

picture this: you at a table taking an order and then you walk back to the kitchen. another fellow server walks past you. and as soon as the get to you they start singing. and its not like they see you, stop, and then gaze deeply into your eyes and sing an entire song complete with vibrato. it's more like they walk toward you, see you, and when they are within 3 feet they will bust out a verse of a song..loudly...and might even shake their money maker a little. then the verse ends, the booty stops moving, and they keep walking to finish what they were set to do.

all servers do this. i admit i am guilty of it sometimes. caught myself in the act one day and then i started noticing everyone else does it too. the only thing i dont do is shake the cash.

then i started thinking about others that i have witnessed doing the same thing. my roomate, for one, is guilty. i would be sitting at my computer and she would walk in the door, sing a verse (loudly), make some sort of facial expression (similar to the awkward expressions and movements of the talented jessica simpson) in the midst of the performance, then sit down and do homework or something. joebro, also guilty. but he is just weird. gregory does it too. but he is just weird too because the words of whatever verse he is singing is sung softly, not loudly, and in a language noone of the human race could possibly understand. i believe it is of the "fer-ner-ner" dialect. it really isn't clear.

so yes, i hope you all start to acknowledge this strange, almost contagious, characteristic that every person expresses either consciously or unconsciously.

Bored in the Bur? Neverrr

so here i am sitting on my leather recliner, laptop living up to its name, and waiting for joebro to call for his ride. this summer has been quite uneventful thus far and the weather has been quite shitty to say the least. i just want some sun and heat already. enough of these belated april showers. the flowers bloomed in may. its june now - honestly

so far this summer i've accomplished the following:

1. my acknowledgement of a serious personal problem--> shopping. i, like many others, have a job. i make money at my job. money belongs in the bank; not in my pocket. the bank is safe and pocket is not. so im like, ok, i need to get black sneakers for work. then i see a cute tank top and a cool sash thing when im walking past express. of course, i go in and pick them up..but then put them down ::no, no, i came for sneakers:: ooo i like those jeans! they would look good with the sash thing..i go back to the sash and hold it up to me this time. i like. i really want that tank top too. shoot its 30 bucks. eh, what i make at work tomorrow will cover it. ::i should really save up for rent that is due in a month:: whats 30 bucks going to matter? minutes later i hear the very familiar quote that still haunts me after post purchases that leave me poor-"would you like to save 15% by applying for our express card?"
2. my car is the biggest hater- my car, known to many as white lightening, is the biggest piece of crap that still legally passes inspection. my e-brake light is permanently on now, the front bumper is hanging probably by a thin piece of plastic, and there is a strange, unidentified object that is petruding from the belly of the beast. for some reason, the thing on the dash that beeps when someone isn't wearing their seat belt UNCONTROLLABLY beeps at me with or without seatbelts. this is a constant, obnoxious BEEPBEEPBEEP and when i think it stops, oh no, it never stops. this effing thing only beeps at me. it doesn't happen to joe. what did i ever do but love my white lightening? oh, maybe when i drove it 900 miles over the time it should have had an oil change and didn't care. hm.
3. i decided to get my real estate license hopefully this summer. i'll sell some houses, no big deal.
4. i learned how to spell "bananas" thanks to gwen stefani's clarification. holler back, girl.