What Makes My World Go Round

"I get by with a little help from my friends." 

"No, I didn't get a thing done but I sure soaked up every minute of the memories we were makin' I count it all as time well wasted." 

I love my friends, and I love my life. The past month has been one of the most amazing I have ever experienced. I was so worried that after being gone for six months, things would have changed. Instead, I feel like I'm better friends with most people than when I left. I love that I get to see the same people every day. I love that we have a great time just sitting around on the porch. I love that we can have intense conversations no matter what state of mind we're in. I really am a lucky girl. 

To make things even better, I have met some pretty amazing people since I've been back. I have to admit, one of my favorite things in the world is getting to know new people. I love those first conversations, especially when they end up lasting for hours until one person realizes how insanely late it is. I think that's part of why I love journalism so much - it gives me the chance to get to know people...even though it's only for a brief time. 

I honestly wish I could express how much I love all of the people in my life. My friends are the kinds of people who can take the worst day in the world and turn it into a great time. Not many people are lucky enough to have a whole group of people that can do that. As a result, here's a little something I wrote for the wonderful people in my life. Enjoy. 

To stupid decisions

To helping each other through

To birthday parties with close friends

To listening to each other vent

To sitting around the hooka for hours

To making sure everyone gets home

To drunken nights

And unbearable mornings

To stories told countless times

To dancing 

To singing at the top of our lungs

To concerts 

To camping 

To sitting by the pool

To taking way to many pictures 

To cornhole 

To amazing days that turn into extraordinary nights

To being random

To sarcasm

To not being afraid to laugh at ourselves 

Here's to being irresponsible while we still can

Because in college, it's not about being grown up

We go to class

We get our work done

And we make amazing memories in between 

This is the time to have fun, to let loose

It's the one chance we get to really find ourselves

The friends we meet here will last a lifetime

And the memories will live on forever 

I love you guys

<3 

"You have four years to be irresponsible here. Relax. Work is for people with jobs. You'll never remember class time, but you'll remember time you wasted hanging out with your friends. So, stay out late. Go out on a Tuesday when you have a paper due Wednesday. Spend money you don't have. Drink 'til sunrise. The work never ends, but college does..." - Tom Petty 

Cleaning up my act

I screwed up. Bad. I hurt the two people who mean the world to me. The only two people who have been there for me through EVERYTHING. I disrespected them, and I wrote something that, though I didn't mean for it to be taken seriously, was taken in the worst way possible. That is completely my fault. I don't think about things. I write whatever is on my mind, which many times involves swearing, and forget that the majority of people take those words in a way very different than I do. I now realize clearer than ever that not everyone has the same mindset as me. Unfortunately, it's too late. I have already hurt my parents more than I ever have in the past, and I would do anything to take it back. Lately, I have been immature, irresponsible, disrespectful, and overall a terrible daughter. I have blown my money when my parents begged me not to, I haven't done a single favor that they have asked me to and 3 a.m. calls telling them I'm not coming home until morning have become more and more frequent. 

I screwed up. 

I really don't know why I have been acting the way that I have. I mean, yes...I do believe that a large part of college is having fun, which many times includes alcohol. But, I don't want to hurt people in the process. My parents have given me everything. They have gone above and beyond when most parents would have just given up. My parents LOVE me, and I haven't done anything to show them how much I care. I haven't even given them a single ounce of respect. So, that nagging I talked about in my last post was most definitely deserved. 

Even though I feel worse than I ever have, I know that it is my fault. I am also glad that it happened. No, I didn't want to hurt anyone...but I needed a wake up call. Seeing my parent's tears when they told me that they've read what I wrote about them was a huge slap in the face...and I don't mean an insulting slap...I'm talking about a wake up and see what you're doing slap. I needed that. 

What I really don't understand is how, after everything I have put them through, they still love me. Not only that, they are still going out of their way to try and fix my mistakes. They told me today that they were both planning on taking second jobs so that I wouldn't have to work two jobs while in school to make up for my spending over the summer. I don't deserve that. I deserve to be kicked out of the house and forced to get by on my own...but my parents love me too much. I really have no idea how I got so lucky. 

So, after getting this much needed wake up call, I have decided that I need to make some changes. Here is what I have so far:

Start showing respect

This is definitely the first thing I need to start with. I have been so rude and hurtful and it all stems from disrespect. I know that I have been this way towards friends too - some more than others, and for that I am sorry. I don't know why acted the way that I did, and I would do anything to take it back. But, since I can't, all I can do is try to get better. 

Spend less money

I have never had good spending habits. Now, at 20 years old, I am in debt and causing my parents insane amounts of stress because I've been too selfish to get control and handle it myself. It's time for me to grow up, and I know it. 

Swear less

I know that I have an insanely dirty mouth, and I'm sure it has offended many people. I am so sorry if you were one of them. I don't really know where I picked up the habit, but I know I need to stop. Though I doubt I will stop swearing all together, I do want to cut out at least 90% of it. Today, my dad pointed out that in my previous posts, I swore so much that it overshadowed the writing, and that if I were to have taken out all of the F-bombs and other various offensive words, it would actually be pretty good. I thought about going back and changing what I wrote, deleting the things that were hurtful and editing every post, but decided to leave it. I want those to be there as a reminder of who I used to be, of how I hurt people and something for me to look at if I start to go back. 

Drink less

No, I really don't drink very much anymore. But, I know that when I go back to Muncie, the situation will probably be different. I don't want to go back to who I was freshman year - which is where I was heading. Yes, I will still go out. Yes, I will still drink. But I want to be smart about it and I don't want to get totally wasted and do things I end up regretting. It's not worth it. So for those of you at Ball State...don't worry - I'll still be at the parties with a drink in hand, but I plan on taking easy, and on being there only because I love you guys rather than going because I love you guys AND I want to get trashed. 

Set a better example

My little brother is going to be starting his freshman year at Southern Indiana soon and I am praying that he is smarter than I am. I have set an awful example for him, and because of that I'm pretty sure I've lost his respect. Honestly though, I think that's a good thing. If he did respect me, he would want to do the things I was doing. He would look up to me, and follow my example. That is the last thing I want. I have made some very poor decisions with my life the past few years, and I just pray that he has a better head on his shoulders than I did. From now on, I want to set an example that I can be proud of. I want to feel comfortable with myself and my decisions rather than feeling guilty or knowing that I was hurting someone else. I want to stop doing things that I feel like I have to hide from people. I'm tired of being ashamed. 

I think that's a pretty good start. I'm sure I will have more to add, but I'm hoping that these changes will help make me a better daughter, friend, sister and overall a better person. 

To those I have hurt, both friends and family - I am truly sorry. Though I have said it a billion times before, I want to change. I do however, know that I will need your help. If any of you see me doing the things that I have said I want to stop, please don't be afraid to say something. Also, if I do or have done anything to hurt, offend, or annoy you. Please tell me. I can't get better if I don't know what I am doing wrong, and, honestly, half the time I don't even know when I'm upsetting someone. I really do want to get better, but I need all the help I can get. 

I also want you all to know that I love you. Even though I rarely show it, and even though I don't deserve love in return, I honestly don't know where I would be without the people in my life. So please, forgive me for hurting you. Forgive me for making countless mistakes, and believe that this time it's for real. I'm tired of being the person that hurts those around her. I want to show everyone in my life the love and compassion that my parents show to me. I want, more than anything, to be more like them. They are strong in their faith, they love those around them, they are hard working and more in love than any couple I have ever seen. Even though I have done nothing to show it, I have so much respect for them, and I hope that one day I can be half the parent, teacher, spouse and friend that they are. 

I screwed up...but I am sorry. And I am going to try harder than ever to make things right. 

I get by with a little help from my friends

This week sucks. Really, it does. It started getting bad when I went to the doctor on Wednesday for a check-up that turned out to be a cancer screening because apparently I'm high risk and they found cells that are screwed up...or something. Fuck. To make things better, my parents have been on my ass all week about everything. God I'm ready to be back in Muncie. Living at home sucks. Ok, so after the cancer news I decided to go chill with some friends to get my mind off things. It was working pretty damn well until my best friend called to say she'd been avoiding me for the past 2 weeks because she was pissed off about a bunch of little things that she had let build up. Fuckin' fantastic. Fortunately, that got resolved and the night ended pretty well. 

So on to Thursday I am getting ready to go to dinner with Allie and then chill in Noblesville when I realize I haven't gotten a text from my friend Jeremy in awhile, which is strange since I usually get them on a semi-regular basis. So, I go on facebook to say hi and break down when his entire wall is covered in posts saying how much he'll be missed and to rest in peace. I come to find out that on Monday, he got in a car accident and died on the scene. I'm still dealing with that one. I can't bring myself to delete his number from my phone...but every time I see it I just freeze and stare at it. I really don't know to deal with it all. He lives in PA, so I didn't even get the chance to say goodbye. Then again, I guess no one did. 

This part is for Jeremy, may he rest in peace. 

You lit up the room every time you stepped in

With your bottle of wild turkey, you could always win. 

You would cry out "let's pound some beers!" 

Then laugh until you were close to tears. 

Those times here on earth may be through

But I hope that up there, the beer is still flowin for you. 

We miss you, Jeremy, with all our hearts

But I know that this is just the start. 

We'll see you again some day

And until then, I'll be looking your way 

RIP Naylor. 

I'd like to say my week got better, but it really didn't. Thursday night I ended up pretty drunk and did some things I regret. I'm pretty sure I probably said some things I would regret too if I could remember what they were. But whatever, shit happens. Unfortunately, this made for a pretty awkward 4th of July. Fabulous. So instead of just chillin with friends and blowing shit up, I'm trying to figure out what the hell happened. Ended up staying there, things were normal for like an hour, and then it was back to the weird awkwardness. Fuck that. So, I'm pretty sure I won't be hanging out with those people any time soon - which sucks. I hate shit like that. Why the fuck can't people grow up, say exactly what's wrong no matter how hurtful it may be, and then get over it. Seriously?? Problems would be solved so much easier if people would just be blunt and get it over with. But whatever. Shit happens. Hopefully one day it will be cool again. If not, there were some good times. 

On the bright side - I did get to drink and blow shit up for the 4th. So that made things a little better. I'm also (hopefully) going to see one of my favorite people tonight, which would rock. 

Alright, I should get ready to babysit. I apologize for the depressing content of this post, and would like to make it up by ending it with a quick look at some of the most retarded things I have ever heard before in my life...and my responses:

1) "I wanna get hiiiiiiigh" - Dude, you're already fucking high. You're so high that you FORGOT you were high. How about you save you're money, and wait until you're not high to say that you wanna get high. Fucking tool. 

2) "I know he's not a good guy...but I love him" Ok...he hits you, treats you like shit, is probably cheating on you...and you love him. Um, you're a dumb bitch. 

3) "It's ok...I was drunk" Hahaha fuuuuck that! Yeah, I've done some stupid ass shit when I was drunk, some of which I regret. But hey, shit happens. Just please, don't use being drunk to justify you're mistakes. Laugh about them - yes. Take it like a man when you're friends make fun of you - yes. But don't use alcohol as your excuse to be a dumbass. 

Yeah I know...not very funny. Whatever, fuck you. I tried, didn't I? Hopefully I'll have a better, less depressing rant sometime in the next few days. If not, no one reads this thing anyway so it doesn't matter. Ha. 

Alright...in conclusion...

Fuck...

- assholes

- drama

- awkwardness

- death

- cancer

- obnoxious parents

- living at home

- gas prices

Fin. 

Screw boys and their stupid boy penises...and I DON'T mean in the good way...

So, I've been observing lately. Yes, observing...and thinking. And even though right now I am perfectly content being single and really have no desire to be in a relationship, I couldn't help but think about some of the qualities that I look for in guys...both good and bad - along with some rules I've come up with for myself. And hey, since journalism is my thing, I decided to write about it! Thrilling, yes? So here we go...

1. Must be interested in sports - especially football

I know...a weird thing to come from a chick, right? But seriously, I am such a guy when it comes to sports. If you know me, you know that I love my Indianapolis Colts through thick and thin...and that I can probably kick your ass in trivia. I don't miss a game, and when I watch, I tend to yell obscenities and occasionally throw things. Though the Colts are my first love, I also follow the Cubs, and, thanks to my ex, am a fan of Purdue sports. 

So yeah, that last part kind of sounded like a dating profile. Freakin A. But basically my point here is that even though I think like a guy when it comes to sports, I dont want to fucking be dating someone who wants to watch a movie or go do something when the game is on. Because hey, I am the fucking girl in the relationship, and I don't want to feel like my boyfriend is a bitch. If I wanted that, I'd be a lesbo. 

2. Avoid frat boys

Now, don't get me wrong, I know that not ALL frat guys are bad, but the majority are the typical stereotype. I've always known that frat guys aren't usually the best boyfriends, so when my ex decided to join one, I was a bit nervous. And what do ya know...he's my ex now. HA! So yeah...frat boys = too in love with their "brothers" and alcohol to put any effort into a relationship. Until someone proves me wrong, this is how I will feel. Close minded? Probably. But whatevah, whatevah, I do what I want! So fuck you! 

3. Must be at least willing to listen to country...but preferably enjoy it. 

Yes, I like country. A lot. Hell, this will be my third year going to see Kenny Chesney, and the only reason I'm not seeing anyone else in that genre is because I'm a broke ass college student. Now, if I'm willing to surprise my boyfriend and take him to see one of his favorite metal bands, he should be willing to go see Rascal Flatts or Brad Paisley or Kenny Chesney or whatever with me. I think that's reasonable, right? Besides, country boys are hot. 

4. I like smart boys. 

Yeah, I've dated my share of dumbasses. TRUST ME. Hell, my parents had to explain to my first "serious" boyfriend what circumcision was....and he was freaking 18  years old at the time!! Granted...this was the same one who asked if I thought Bill Polian was rich. Fucking tard. And if you don't know who Polian is, please...don't ever talk to me. I've also dated my share of guys that aren't going to school, or are in school but are "undecided," or even better, have picked a major simply because it's easy and gives them more time to drink. Why did I date these guys you ask? Well, fuck if I know! But I'm most definitely avoiding them from now on. 

I want to find someone who has picked a solid major and knows what they want to do with it. Granted, I'm not even 100% sure what I want to do, but I'm trying like hell to figure that out so I can still graduate in a reasonable time. So please, get your shit together. I'm not saying guys should have their whole lives figured out...but they should at least be putting some effort into it. Seriously. 

5. Fucking talk! 

I'm pretty sure that most of my friends would describe me as a talkative, outgoing person. So, I need to be with someone who can hold a fucking conversation. Seriously, after a good 5 minutes of only getting "yeah" or "cool" as a response, I start to feel like a retard trying to have a conversation with a recording. Ok, stop and picture that for a second...it gave me a good chuckle. Anyway, I understand that some people are just quiet. That's fine. I just wouldn't be able to date one of them. Haha. 

6. Don't be fucking serious all the time

I am someone who is rarely serious. I like to act retarded and get weird stares. Life is just more fun when you stop caring about what other people think. I used to be worried about people thinking that I was weird or stupid...but now, I've decided that as long as they don't think I'm a bad person, life is good. But if someone thinks that I'm a bad person, that means I've probably done something to deserve that opinion, which basically means I fucked up. So, let loose, be silly, make weird noises and quote youtube poop in public. Speaking of...I'm so hungry I could eat cum. Hahahaha!! 

7. Must enjoy drinking...though not necessarily drinking heavily. 

I'm a college student. I'm about to turn 21. Well, the turning 21 part doesn't really mean anything, since I tend to find alcohol regardless...but whatever. My point is, I want to enjoy my time in school. I like going to parties, and I like my alcohol. Granted, I generally don't get shit faced drunk anymore, it's still fun to hang out and have a few. The guy that I'm dating must also be aware and comfortable with the fact that I can probably out-drink him, and if so, I will make endless jokes about it. So grow some fucking balls. 

8. Must give a shit. 

Seriously, this seems like a given, right? But I've dated guys who really didn't care how my day went or if I was upset about something. I am a girl, which means I can occasionally get emotional. Therefore, I need someone to listen to me so I can just get it off of my chest and move on. This is where the boyfriend should come in. My thought is, since my roommates deal with me bitching about the boyfriend, the boyfriend should have to deal with me bitching about everything else. That's fair, right? 

9. Avoid cheap ass guys. 

Ok, so here's how I feel about the money situation...it should be EQUAL. Or, at least close to it. I think that girls are fucking selfish and retarded when they think the guy should pay for EVERYTHING. I mean seriously...he's probably in college too...which mean's he's probably near broke to begin with. If he pays for everything, he'll just end up completely broke within a couple months, which means the chick will end up getting upset because either a) she's paying for everything or b) he can't afford to take her anywhere. Stupid bitches. So, I say the best solution is for things to be relatively equal. I know, fucking genius, right? But here's my issue...I tend to find guys who hear this little theory of mine and think "cool! That means I don't have to pay for shit!" Alright dumbass, not what I said. Seriously. 

10. Be fucking truthful! 

Yeah, yeah, I know...everyone lies sometimes. But seriously, the one thing that drives me insane and that really pisses me off is when I get lied to. I am someone who tries my best to be as truthful as possible at all times - and I think I do a pretty damn good job of it! So please, return the favor. 

Ok, that's all for now. Though I'm not necessarily looking for ALL of those qualities, I think that they are pretty reasonable. Then again, I could be totally wrong...but since I'm not looking for anyone right now anyway...it doesn't fucking matter. Whatever. I'm tired. 

Squadalah! I am off! 

Customer Service Can Kiss My Ass

Holy mother of god people are stupid. I took my iPod in to be fixed a week or two ago and I FINALLY got it back today. Since it hadn't been working for at least 6 months, I was pretty excited about getting it back. So I went into the store, happier than a fat kid who just finished off a whole chocolate cake, and told the guy I was there to pick up my iPod. After asking me to repeat myself at least twice, he gave me a confused look and went over to the computer, where he began talking to himself. After staring at the computer for at least 5 minutes he called over to the other guy working and said "Hey! If it says we've called them once, does that mean it's in?" 

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! No sir, they called me to tell me that it WASN'T ready. Why the fuck else would they call me?! Ugh. So then the guy goes to the back, comes out, looks at me like a retard watching teletubbies, and goes to the back again. 

When he finally comes back out, he hands me the iPod and as I look at it, I realize that it looks like it was fixed by a demon cat. This thing had more scratches on it than a guy after fucking that chick up there. WHAT THE HELL?! 

When I made a subtle comment on how it had been damaged the guy just looked at me like I was a fucking alien and without saying anything, began working on the computer and talking to himself again. GREAT. 

So I stood there, waiting for this douche bag to figure out how to print a fucking receipt and ignoring my increasingly more obvious comments on how my iPod looked like shit now. Fucking cock sucker. I hate people. Seriously. 

On a totally different note...

I want to race go-karts. Anyone else in? I'll kick all of your asses with my mad driving skills. Even better...we'll play real life mario kart. I'll bring the banana peels. 

Cheers! 

Dance Monkey!!!

Yeah, the title has no relevance to this at all. I don't really care. To be honest, I watched Curious George with the kids I was babysitting for on Saturday and it just really made me want a monkey...but a cartoon one...that likes playing peek-a-boo and paints pictures on my wall while Jack Johnson plays in the background....

Aaaaannnyyyyway....I'm bored as fuck right now. I should really go to bed. But I'm dumb and am going to stay up late anyway. I really don't have much to write about...so I'm going to keep going with the monkey thing and why I think having a pet monkey would be the fucking coolest thing ever. (and NO this is not going to be a rip off of the Dane Cook joke...even though having a monkey to fight with would be amazing...) 

Why having a monkey would be badass

1. Random dance parties: Think about it...you always see monkey's in movies dancing around in a little hat and vest with a big crowd of people around them. So instead picture this...you put the monkey in a fuzzy purple hat and elton john glasses, turn on the music and party it up. Now THAT would be a fuckin pimp monkey!!! Then when all of your friends came over, they'd be like "woah! no one here can dance better than monkey!" And then everyone would start having dance off's against monkey, and monkey would always win. Amazing. 

2. Protection: You know the evil monkey in Chris' closet on Family Guy? Fuck yeah. I would train my monkey to go fucking apeshit (haha) on anyone I didn't want in my house. When the person first came in, the monkey would just jump out from some random spot and do the evil point and stare. If that didn't work, he would fucking attack and beat the hell out of the guy...with a machete. 

Ok wow I'm tired...I'm finishing this tomorrow....even though it's retarded. Whatever. You've read this far already...maybe that means you'll come back and read the rest of my idiotic ramblings. Who knows. 

Cheers! 

Do You Love Me? Are You Playin' Your Love Games With Me?

Yes, the title is another Old Greg reference. If you don't like it, fuck you. It's relevant (sort of). 

But seriously, I have a question. Why in the fucking hell are some guys so stupid. I swear there are more douche bags in Indiana then there are mexicans crossing the border. (That was rude and offensive...I apologize). But here are the things I don't get: 

How come when guys sleep around with anything that doesn't have a dick between its legs it's no big deal, but when a girl fucks more than one guy in a month she's a slut? 

Ok...bigger question: Why is it ok for ANYONE to fuck around with a ton of people? Seriously, it's wrong. And yes, I'm sure that those of you close to me know that I've made my mistakes in this area in the past, but I was young and STUPID. I grew out of it in less than a year, and though it was wrong, it's in the past. So if after reading this you wanted to try and throw that in my face, you can go suck a bull's dick...because the people I really have a problem with are those who don't fucking change. I have a problem with the people who are 20, 21, 22 years old and still can't keep it in their pants and take other people's feelings into consideration for once in their selfish, wasted lives. I am so fucking tired of hearing guys talk about all the girls they've fucked like it's a fucking contest. Fuck you. You're all man whores and deserve to have your dick cut off...or at least get an STD. 

Why do guys feel the need to "play games" with girls?

One of the things I hate most about guys is when they act like they're really into you...saying all the right things, holding your hand, kissing you on the forehead, the works, and then completely fucking ignore you the next day. WHAT THE FUCK?! Yeah, I know...you're probably just trying to get laid. Fuck you, asshole. What pisses me off even more is when they actually DO call you back, act the exact same way the next time you hang out and make you think "hey, maybe this one's for real" and then don't call you after that. Seriously, if you're not into a chick, don't fucking lead her on. If you're trying to get laid save it for that night and if you don't get what you want, deal with it. If you're not interested in a relationship, or even a friendship with her, don't give her the impression that you are. If you do otherwise, your dick will harden into an egg and when it hatches you'll have a vagina...that way you can find out what it feels like to be on our end of all this. Fucking douche bags. 

How come some guys can't have a conversation without making a sexual reference? 

Let me give you and example...I asked a guy friend if he could show me and Allie some workouts that we could do and his response was "I'll show you some that the two of us could do without Allie." UGH!!!! Seriously, go jack off in a corner somewhere. I don't know if guys like this are trying to flirt or if they're just fucking douche troughs, but regardless it's not attractive. Granted, a comment every once in awhile may be funny...but seriously, try to keep awkward sexual comments out of most conversations unless you're actually dating the girl. Otherwise you're just gonna look like a man-whore asshole like 96% of the other guys out there. 

Holy shit it's almost a quarter to 4. I'm going to die tomorrow. I'll probably add more later. But first: 

Disclaimer: Even though I have not had the best experiences in relationships, I do know that not ALL guys are assholes, though I do believe that A LOT of them are. Regardless, I'm annoyed and needed to rant. If you don't like it you can suck a donkey dick.  

Cheers! 

Sunny Days Keepin the Clouds Away

I had such an amazing workout today!!! Allie and I have been walking about 4.5 miles three to four days a week for the past couple weeks now, and it has really been helping. Today, we decided to jog most of it and ended up speed walking and then running (we couldn't seem to find an in-between). When I got home, I did some ab work and some push-ups. I feel so incredibly great right now! When we first started working out, I started eating a lot healthier too. With the exception of my occasional starbucks, I've done really well. I haven't felt this good in a LONG time. My goal is to lose 15-25 pounds by August. I've already lost 4 or 5, so I'm on the right track. 

Ok, now that I've shared my  joy with all of you, it's time for the good stuff. 

Since I am on the Monon Trial quite a bit nowadays, I've noticed a few different kinds of people that spend their evenings on the trail. So, I came up with a few descriptions of the people I see: 

The "I wish I was Lance Armstrong" Bike Rider:

These people have it all: The bright yellow spandex suit, the sunglasses, the helmet, the black gloves. Allie and I will be walking and then suddenly hear "ON YOU'RE LEFT" shouted from behind us. To be totally honest, it scares the shit out of me when people do that. I can hear your fucking bike coming, I don't need you to yell at me. I would be way more fucking comfortable if you just passed me silently, maybe with a polite wave. But no, you have to yell, make sure everyone knows you're there...you attention craving asshole. Lance Armstrong may be missing a ball (or two?) but at least he's not a fucking attention craving asshole....oh wait, yeah  he is. Well...fuck. At least you have that in common with him. 

The "I want people to think I'm training for the mother fucking Olympic" Roller Blader:

These fuck-tards travel in packs. There are always at least two of them, but usually more. They lean forward, with their hands behind their back like they are a fucking bird or something (what?) whatever. The fact is they look like fucking bananas on crack. They have the same gay-ass yellow suit as the "on you're left" biker, but for some reason the roller blader looks twice as retarded....probably because there's more of them. They all have their big ass safety helmets and goggles, whenever I see one I can't help but fucking laugh. They honestly make me want to grab a fucking animal, roll it up into a ball and see how many I can knock over. 

OH! Now that I think about it, I want to start putting sticks in strategically placed spots so they fall over like in Big Daddy. That would make my fucking week!!!! It would be even better if someone hid in the bushes to video tape. Any takers? 

The "I'm going faster than you" Runners. 

These people make me want to fucking punch a baby...well, maybe not a baby...um...they make me want to punch a cunt whore bitch or beer guzzling asshole (see previous post). Allie and I are speed walking, or jogging, whatever, and these fuckers come running by, sweaty as fuck, and give us the "look" as they pass. FUCK YOU! So what if you are running faster. You're probably just trying to get away from some other bitch you pissed off. And you know what? These people are always fucking by themselves. Probably because they're too fucking arrogant to have any friends. Assholes. Oh well...by August I'll be skinnier than you AND I'll have friends. So go suck a dick. 

The "Look how happy me and my boyfriend are" bitches. 

Yeah, you have a dog. So fucking what? Whenever these people are coming towards us, they always look at their dog, look at each other and then give me and Allie this retarded looking little smirk. Sure, ok, I know some people are just trying to be nice, but I can tell the difference. You, the fucking bitch who thinks she's queen of the world, don't smile, you fucking smirk like a baby taking a shit. You give us that same "bitch, you're gonna have to change my diaper later" look that infants give. Well you know what? Fuck you. You're boyfriend probably has an STD, or some crazy disease he got from fucking your precious little dog. Suck on that...whore. 

The "I think I'm so fucking hot" skateboarders. 

These are the guys that Allie and I run into in the parking lot and at the beginning of the trail. Today, we were by our cars and someone honked behind us. I turned around to find a jeep full of these cock suckers yellin at us like they had a fucking chance. They looked like they were fucking twelve!!! These fucking kids really do think they're the shit..even as they fall on their ass trying to do an "ollie" or whateverthefuck trick they're trying to do. It really is kind of amusing though, because after the board comes out from under them and they end up on the ground, they just pick up the board really quick and look around to see if anyone saw. Fucking retards, of course someone saw!!! It's fucking 80 degrees out and you see at least 3 people in every fucking direction. Then there are the ones that actually get away from the Monon Center's skate park and go on the trail. These fuckheads are the ones who howl like wolves when it gets dark. NO I'm not fucking kidding...they HOWL like fucking wolves. Fucking douche bags. 

You're not cool, you never will be. Get a fucking life. 

Ok, well I'm tired...maybe I'll pick this up later. I could write a fucking book on all the idiots I've seen in the 3 weeks or so I've been working out on that freakin trail. And that's just over THREE weeks. God, people are stupid. Seriously. Fuck society. Well, not all of society, just the fucktards that make society suck. Did that even make sense? Whatever, I wanted to be asleep an hour ago. 

Night!  

Bow Chicka Wow Wow

I know, the title's gay. Whatever, fuck you. 

Ok, so I am bored out of my mind. Seriously, I would rather be chased by a pack of ravenous, rabies carrying zombies then sit here watching fucking deal or no deal. Why don't I change the channel? Because I fucking live at home and someone else has the remote. So fuck off. 

Anyway, like yesterday, I can't figure out what to right about. OH! I've found inspiration! Here we go...

Cool things that someone should invent for me:

1. An underground, high pressure air powered teleporter. 

You know those things at the bank that go *woosh* when you put your money in it and it goes up the tube and into the building? Yeah, those are cool. Someone needs to put giant ones underground connecting every college campus in the nation. That would be so fucking badass. Just hop into a pod, strap yourself in and *woosh* you're off to wherever the hell you wanna go.  Someone should invent it immediately. 

2. A climate controlled bubble. 

Seriously, Indiana weather sucks donkey balls, especially throughout the months of oh, September through the middle of April. So, I want a climate controlled bubble to inflate as soon as the weather gets shitty. That way, when everyone else is walking around in the snow and ice freezing their cocks and titties off, I will be strolling along in my 78 degree and sunny bubble. And everyone will be staring at me like what the fuck is that retard doing? and I'll just laugh at them and their coldness. 

3. Oxygen powered cars. 

Yeah, gas prices can suck a monkey's dick. Oxygen is fucking everywhere, and we're never going to run out of it, so why not use it for something other than breathing? Do some crazy engineering thing to make it so cars can run on air. That would be fucking sweet. Even better, make them hover cars. Hell yeah. 

4. Steel knee cap cover with retractable blade (for the protection purposes). 

All girls know that if a guy pisses her off, or tries to attack her, or whatever, she should first knee him in the nuts. Now, if a guy tried to attack you, wouldn't you be much more satisfied if you had a metal blade attached to your knee when you did that? Seriously, it's the ultimate fucking form of protection. 

5. Grocery Store teleport. 

Sure. You can go online and order your groceries and have them delivered (I think...) But I don't want some strange fucking asshole coming to my house. I would much rather order my groceries online and then have them teleported to my kitchen. No strange guys, no tip, no annoying trip to the store. End of story. 

6. Good Guy (or girl) detector. 

Like many women, I am fucking tired of dating assholes. Now, I know that not all guys are assholes (though I know from experience that all have the potential to become one...but that's beside the point) what I mean to say is that A LOT of guys are assholes, or have an asshole hiding behind their good guy visage, so all women should have a good guy detector that makes a terribly annoying buzzing sound when an asshole starts hitting on them, and plays the mother fucking hallelujah chorus when a good guy comes their way. That would make life so much easier. Really, think about it. I'm right and you know it. 

7. Brain chips.

My memory sucks. I can study my ass off for finals and still forget half of what I learned. Plus I suck at remembering birthdays and how old my parents are and what I am supposed to do during the kids' nap time at work. SO I think we should have a fucking computer chip in our brain so every time we read something or someone tells us something, it is stored, saved and never erased. OH! And it can also be used as an mp3 player...that would be sweet. Then, if there's ever something you want to completely forget about, you can just push your bellybutton or something and it will erase. I would get all A's, all the time. AND I would never spend an hour trying to remember the lyrics to a song, or have to ask someone else to figure out a friend's birthday. I think it's a good idea...some crazy scientist should get on it. 

8. Deflate button. 

Losing weight sucks balls. See, I like working out, I really do! It gives me more energy and it makes me feel accomplished, but it still takes too long to lose weight. So, it would only make sense that everyone should have a deflate button to push every time they wanted to shed a few pounds. Then they could just work out to work on the muscle and toning aspect. See, I just solved the problem of obesity in America! I'm a fucking genius. 

Ok, that's all I got. And yes, I know that most of my ideas aren't possible, but fuck you, they're cool and you know it! 

Cheers! 

I've been INSPIRED

Thanks to my good friend Rochelle, who is fucking hilarious, I have been inspired to write again. What is there to write about? I asked myself. Well, I could write about how men are blood sucking, beer guzzling baffoons (yes, baffoons) but that would be too much of a generalization. I could write about how women are cunt whore bitches, but that would be taking Rochelle's idea. SO, here's what I've come up with. 

THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN 3 YEAR OLDS AND COLLEGE STUDENTS

As many of you know, I have been teaching preschool for the past few months. In that time, I have made some observations regarding those I teach and those I see around campus. They are as follows: 

1. When a child says "let me see yours" it's because they want to make fun of the other for being different. Adults on the other hand, just want to get in your pants and fuck your brains out before they leave. Especially if they are a cunt whore bitch or beer guzzling asshole. 

2. When a child says "I wanna help," it's either because they want a sticker or their bored. When an adult says it, they are one of several people. They either 

a) are trying to kiss your ass

b) actually want to help

c) are a cunt whore bitch or beer guzzling asshole that are trying to get on your good side so they can fuck you over. 

3. When a child says "no it's mine!!" it is because they are fighting over a toy. When an adult says it, it is because a cunt whore bitch or beer guzzling asshole is trying to take something that belongs to an innocent person or child. 

4. When a child says "more pweese" they actually mean "more please" When an adult says "more pweese" it's because the cunt whore bitch's mouth is too full of cum to say "please." 

5. When a child says "I had an accident" it means they pissed themselves. When an adult says it, it's because the beer guzzling asshole came too early 

6. When a child says "I got a boogie in my nose" it means they need a tissue. When an adult says it...well...it means they're fucking retarded. 

7. When a child says "uppies" they are trying to say "up please," meaning they want to be held. When an adult says it, it is either a drunken beer guzzling asshole begging his dick to get hard but is too intoxicated to get the words out, or it is a cunt whore bitch trying to talk with a cock in her mouth. 

8. When a child says "He hit me!" it means another child struck them and they want an adult to punish the culprit. When a cunt whore bitch says "he hit me!" it either means she got fucked by some guy, or she was actually hit, in which case she probably deserved it. When a beer guzzling asshole says "he hit me" it probably means the boyfriend of the chick he was fucking caught him and beat the shit outta him, in which case he too deserved it. 

Ok, that's all I got. Yeah I know, I'm lame. Whatever. 

Fuck you! 

No wait, I didn't mean that. 

What? Yes I did! 

No, no I didn't. I love you. 

What? 

What? 

Uh....

So sean just made me a lovely video about tit tangles. Everyone should watch and then purchase his fine product. 

Aaanyway....Here is a quick summary of my life over the past week: 

- My friends are better than your friends. Seriously, they're amazing. 

- Text messaging is a fantastic way to pass the time, especially while playing the "ask me anything" game. 

- Bronchitis and the flu both suck big hairy donkey cock and can kiss my ass

- Losing weight kicks ass

- Preschoolers can always make me laugh

- Cough medicine with narcotics in it is fucking awesome

- Sleep is good

- It's about fucking time the warm weather got here

- Everyone in my "group" has pretty much the same feelings towards cunt whore bitches and beer guzzling assholes, which makes them even more awesome. 

- The monon trail rocks my socks

- Allie needs to charge her phone

G'night! 

It's amazing what 24 hours can do...

So, if you read my last post you may have realized that it was a bit um... desperate. Well, it really is amazing what 24 hours can do. After sleeping on it and thinking about everything, I realized that us breaking up was most definitely for the best. I deserve someone who loves me just as much as I love them...and I never had that with Dan. To be perfectly honest, I don't believe he ever really loved me. There were a lot of signs that I missed, but I won't get into them. 

So now...here is a new, less hysterical version of what I wrote yesterday... stating my true, logical and totally thought out feelings. 

Dan -

Yes, I do still believe that I love you, and I don't think that love will ever die, but that love is not for who you are now, it is for who you were when I met you. You have done a lot of growing into yourself this year, and that has caused a lot of changes. You are not the same person that you used to be, and though not all of those changes are necessarily bad, they did cause us to drift farther apart, fight, and in the end help us realize that we were not meant to be.  

I honestly believe that even though I cared about you a lot, and loved you with all I had, the feeling was not mutual. Yes, I know you cared about me, but it wasn't love, even if you may have thought it was. I deserve to be with someone who loves me just as much as I love them, and I didn't have that with you. But, I do know that one day we will both find that mutual connection with someone, even though it's not with each other. 

I do have to admit, that I am glad we are staying friends. At first I didn't think it would work because of the feelings I still had for you, but to be honest, the more people point out how much you've changed the more I realize that those feelings are not there anymore. Yes, I know I said that I still love you, but remember, I love the person you used to be. Because of that, I know that we can stay friends, which will also make it easier on those who care about both of us. Besides, no one knows me as well as you do, you are a great friend, and I would hate to lose that. 

Ok, now that I am out of my crazed, shocked, hurt self that I was yesterday, I am glad that I was able to get how I really feel out there. 

Also....

Thank you SO much to everyone who has been there for me through not only this, but everything that has happened in the past few years. You guys are my best friends, and I would be lost without you. Love you guys to death! :)

Haven't done this in awhile...

So I haven't done this in a long, long time...but I'm really hurting right now, so I feel like I have to do something instead of letting all of these emotions build up. 

Dan and I are broken up right now...it's both of our faults, and I'm not going to get into the details of it all...but I do need to say something about it. The most important thing I need to say is that no matter what, I still love him. 

So Dan, if you're reading this...here it goes...

I wish more than anything that we could work this out. I still love you and I always will. If you stopped having feelings for me then well, I can't change that. I deserve to be with someone who cares about me just as much as I care about them...and I'm not sure I have that with you. I mean, when we were texting yesterday it just seemed like you hated me, like you had no feelings at all. And honestly, if that is the case, it makes me wonder how much you actually loved me to begin with. I truly and honestly believe that true love never dies. I know that we're supposed to talk today, and I hope we do...but I have a feeling that you aren't going to call. I guess I'll just have to wait and see. 

I also want you to know that I am truly sorry for hurting you. I know that I screwed up...but I also don't think it's fair that you want to give up because of this. You have hurt me so many times, and we've gotten through it. It hurts me even more to know that you actually believe I would be stupid enough to cheat on you. I never have and I never will. I'm not that kind of person, and you know that. I am actually still in shock that you would say something like that...

I've spent the past 27 hours thinking about you, and us, and what I want. At first, I thought I wanted it to be over. I was relieved that I wouldn't be crying every night because of our fights. But then, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I know those fights are going to stop, especially since I understand the frat so much better now. I know that it isn't their fault that we are having problems, I understand that you love being a part of it, and I am starting to realize why. My parents helped me a lot with that part. 

The more I thought about it, the more I began to miss you, to realize that you are actually gone, to remember how much I need you in my life. We always said that we were meant for each other, that we would get married one day and be together forever. Remember? "More than anything, forever and ever babe." What happened to that? Did those feelings that you had really go away in a matter of hours? Or were they never actually there to begin with. Maybe you just thought they were there and are finally realizing that they weren't what you thought. Or maybe they are still there and you just don't want them to be. I don't know. 

What I do know is how I feel and what I want. I know that I love you, I know that I want to give this another shot. I know that we can get through this...that we can get through anything. But before that can happen, I need to know that you love me, that you really truly love me the way you've said that you do...or did. 

I love you Dan...more than anything, forever and ever. 

Ok, well now that I've gotten that off of my chest, all I have left to do now is wait, and pray, that God will lead us in the right direction. 

La dee freakin da

I am so tired of being upset all the time. I'm tired of not trusting people. I hate the fact that I cry almost every night.

But, the thing I hate the most is that I feel like I am losing the people most important to me. My best friend's phone is turned off, so I can never talk to her anymore. My other best friend hardly ever talks to me anymore and a close friend cut me out of her life completely for no apparent reason. To make things worse, I've been arguing with the person that means most to me and it seems like we are just drifting further and further apart.

Why can't things just be normal again?

Bailey's - creamy. beige.

I need a job. Actually, I need another job. Right now I am working at a movie theater...the same movie theater I was working at when I was 16. Honestly right now I'm working there just because I need money and I was on good terms with the managers, so they took me back. I get paid minimum wage and hardly get any hours at all...so it's not exactly going to pay the insurance on my car. But, the good news is I get to see movies for free. 

A guy from a small magazine came into the theater today trying to get my manager to buy an ad. I decided to stop him as he was walking out the door and see if they were hiring at all since I'm hoping to find a job in journalism. I don't want to put the name in here because I'm sure they google their publication to see where it comes up and he wouldn't like what I have to say next. You see, this guy talked down to me, and would make these sarcastic faces whenever he mentioned the idea of me getting a paid position. He said that there were no openings and the best I might be able to get is an unpaid internship. I honestly think that he believed I was younger than I actually am, and he acted like he didn't believe that I have the experience that I do. Regardless of his rudeness, I'm still going to send them my resume and some clips and see what happens. 

Please tell me if you know of any magazines or newspapers looking for a reporter or PR representative. I really, really need the extra money! Thanks in advance! 

Oh, and if you're wondering about the title, go here: Old Greg

Puff Puff

I hate asthma. I hate that it slows me down. I hate that I have to use that stupid inhaler. I hate the feeling of my chest tightening. I hate having to gasp for breath. I hate that I feel out of shape when I walk up the stairs when in reality I just need my inhaler. 

Can you tell I'm in a bad mood? Well, not really a bad mood...more like annoyed by my health. It could be a lot worse though. In reality, even with my issues, I'm lucky. My mom knows a woman who just shaved her 4 year old daughter's head because her hair kept falling out from the chemo. I can't imagine the pain of cancer. Even closer to home, there is a man at St. Vincent who has the same problem I do...but his has lasted so much longer. He hasn't been able to keep food down since April 2007 and is now on a feeding tube. Yes, I am definitely lucky. 

Speaking of being lucky, I'm getting my new car tomorrow! It's a 2008 Honda Civic EX 4 door sedan. I'm going to get a Colts plate for it too, which I am obviously excited about. To make things even better, Dan's coming home tomorrow, which always makes my weekend great. 

The only thing I'm not looking forward to is going back to Ball State to get the rest of my things. I mean, I want to go visit, but moving out is such a pain. I got a call from my hall director today saying that I have two weeks to get my stuff out. So I guess I'll be making a trip up there for that soon. Probably in my new car! Can you tell I'm just a little bit excited about that? 

Ok, well it's back to cleaning now. Fun, right? 

Here's to the nights

So, this weekend was actually eventful, which I was pretty excited about. I went to Purdue on Friday a lot later than I wanted to, but at least I got there and was able to see Dan then instead of Saturday. We ended up going to my friend's apartment and having a few drinks....but that was nothing compared to the frat party Saturday night. Laura and I drank way more than any human should...and the next morning I remembered why I don't really do that anymore. I ended up going to the ER Sunday night because I was having trouble breathing and had some major stomach pain, and I'm just glad Dan was there to take care of me. 

Now that I'm home I miss him more than ever, but at least I know I'll see him on Friday. Plus, that's when I'm getting my car...so that will be a gooooood day. 

Anyway, I'm off to cleaning house and writing thank you's for people who came to visit me in the hospital. Hope everyone has a great night! 

Moldy Peaches

So, I know my song for yesterday was by the Moldy Peaches, so I should have written this then, but whatever. I love love love that song. It's from the Juno soundtrack, which is AMAZING. The movie is fantastic too. I can't wait until it comes out on DVD. I will definitely be in line the day it comes out. 

Anyway, I'm procrastinating. I should really be cleaning right now, but I'm tired. So, this is my break. When I am finally done cleaning, I need to clean myself up and then do one of two things: get a new car or go to Purdue. I want to do both, but I kinda want to get my brand new shiny honda civic tonight and then go to Purdue tomorrow. That would be perfect. But, it's looking like I'm going to have to wait until next week for the car. Oh well, at least I'm getting it. Right? 

I am really excited about going to Purdue though. My weekends with Dan are always the best weekends ever. I love him so much. But, if I'm going to go I better finish cleaning. 

Have a fantastic weekend!!!! 

Happy Valentines Day!

This is the first Valentines Day in awhile that I am truly 110% happy. The only thing that could make it better would be if I could actually be with Dan today. But hey, at least I get to go to Purdue to see him tomorrow! 

Honestly, I think Valentines Day is silly. Why do we need a specific day to show someone we love them? If you love somebody, shouldn't you show them every day? I guess it does help the economy in a way. I mean, last night I went out to get Dan a present and a card and all three stores I went to were packed with guys carrying flowers and teddy bears. When I went to the card section, there were tons of people trying to find just the right one. Plus every three seconds someone would open up one of those cards with sound...which are actually kinda cool. Regardless, I have to admit that I was amazed by how many people were out at 8:00 last night scrambling to find a last minute present for that special someone. I guess that's how people, including me, are though...always waiting until the last minute. 

Speaking of the last minute...I don't think I have ever procrastinated on anything as much as I have on withdrawing from Ball State. It's really not something I want to do. I've only been gone for a couple weeks and I already miss it like crazy. I miss the people, the independence and hell, I even miss the classes. I'm tired of sitting around all day doing absolutely nothing. Now, I would go out and find a job...but right now I don't have a car. So, from 7-4 I'm stuck at home, and even if I wanted to go do something, I wouldn't have anyone to do it with. See, 99% of my friends are away at school, so until I get a car, or spring break comes, I will sit here, Monday through Friday, doing nothing. At least I get to see Dan on weekends. That's what's keeping me sane. 

Anyway, Happy Valentines Day!! 

There's no place like home

Yes, I am technically home right now; but to be perfectly honest, I feel like Muncie is home too. Right now, all of my friends are away at school, most of them at Ball State or Purdue. I miss everyone, and I miss the freedom of being on my own. I honestly didn't think I would miss BSU so much, and especially this fast. 

Right now, I am just so ready to be back in Muncie. I only have two friends here at home during the school year, and they aren't even  the friends I thought they were. In fact, I was over there the other night and found out they talk about me behind my back like high schoolers. They apparently don't trust me either. The whole thing reminded me of high school, a time I wish I could forget. I seriously thought most of this ridiculous drama was over with. Oh well, I guess some people never grow up and can't be satisfied unless they talk shit about others. 

Well, that's all I got. Goodnight! 

It's been awhile...SUPER BLOG

So, I haven't written anything in awhile...but I have a good excuse. 

Starting about three and a half weeks ago, I started having trouble keeping food down. By trouble, I mean NOTHING stayed down. After this went on for about a week, I went to the doctor who wanted me to get a catscan the next day. The catscan, which I got done on a Tuesday, showed gall stones, so on Wednesday I got my gall bladder removed. Other than pain from the surgery, I was fine for about two days following the surgery. Then, on Saturday, my food stopped staying down. I went to the ER on Sunday, and they couldn't figure it out so they let me go home. I felt awful on Monday, so I called the surgeon that did my procedure and he decided to admit me to the hospital. I ended up staying there for eleven days. This past Thursday, the doctors ran out of ideas and gave up. They said "you can throw up at home just as well as you can throw up here." 

At this point, I have missed so much school that it would be virtually impossible for me to catch up, so I had to drop out for the semester. Right now I am still pretty sick, so I still can't work. But, when I'm better, I will get a job and then take some classes over the summer to try and catch up. 

Now for some other, less boring topics: 

DAN'S BIRTHDAY:

Other than me being insanely sick on his birthday weekend, it went really well. He really enjoyed the "special surprise" that some of you know about, and he was DEFINITELY surprised. We went to the Purdue vs. Illinois basketball game, and it was actually a lot of fun. Personally, I'm more of a football girl, so I was really surprised when I had more fun at the basketball game. The student section is great, it's nearly impossible to sit with them and not get into the game. 

I do feel bad about Dan having to take care of me so much. He even went out to Walmart at 2 a.m. to get me soup and gatoraide. He's such a great guy, I am so, so lucky. 

SUPER BOWL:

YES! YES! YES!!!! NEW ENGLAND CHOKED!!!! 

Though I had to watch the game from my hospital bed, I have to say that it cheered me up...A LOT. I was pretty disappointed that the drugs knocked me out for the first half, but at least I saw the most important part. The second half was amazing, and I am still giddy about the Giant's win. To be completely honest, I absolutely HATE the Patriots. They are overrated cheaters, plain and simple. If they had won the super bowl and had the perfect season, I might have jumped out of my window. Actually, no I wouldn't, because then I wouldn't be around to see the Colts beat them next season. 

Currently, I am watching the pro bowl...you know, the game that Tom Brady and Randy Moss dropped out of because they weren't man enough to be seen after their loss. Seriously, how immature can you get? Oh well, at least it adds to the Patriots stereotype, which includes but is not limited to: assholes, sore losers, sore winners, liars and cheaters. 

Well, I think that's about it for now. Since I'm no longer in the hospital, I'll be on here a lot more. Have a great week! 

The Root of All Evil Resides in New England

I HATE the New England Patriots!!!

By hate, I mean loathe, despise and contest. Yes, I know they are good...but people seem to forget that they blatantly CHEATED at the beginning of this season. Not only did they cheat, they are sore winners...and yeah, I did mean winners. They run up the score and keep their starters in just to embarrass the other team. Then, when they win, they complain that it's not good enough. Now, after beating the Chargers in the AFC championship game, they have a shot at going 19-0. All I can say is...

GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO GIANTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Though I am still mourning the Colts loss to the Chargers last week, I decided that night that I was going to be an NFC fan for the rest of the season. I couldn't decide whether I wanted the Giants or the Packers to win, but now that I think about it, I couldn't be happier with the result.

AT LEAST THERE'S ONE MANNING IN THE SUPER BOWL!!!

Honestly, the Colts didn't even deserve the win last week...they played like shit. At this point I am just praying that Tony Dungy decided to stay for at least one more season. He plans to announce it tomorrow, so be sure to say your prayers tonight.

As far as the rest of this season goes, I know one thing: in the two weeks before now and super bowl Sunday I am going to be talking tons of trash, and praying that Eli and the rest of the Giants can pull one of the biggest upsets in history. You can also expect me to be wearing my Peyton Manning jersey that Sunday, so that I can support Eli through his brother (since I'm too cheap to buy anything Giants...especially since I'd probably never wear it again).

All I have left to say is congratulations Giants, I hope you demolish the Patriots, and give Mr. Tom Brady a career-ending injury...not just for me, but for NFL fans everywhere.

Goodnight!

Oh we're half way there

So, I'm at Purdue this weekend for Dan's birthday (the 19th) and it has really been a stress reliever for me. I mean, being with Dan always makes me feel better, but I especially needed it this weekend.

The most important thing about this weekend though, was that Dan's birthday went well. I had a few surprises for him, and it was definitely worth the effort. Just seeing the look on his face made this whole weekend perfect. We also went to the Purdue men's basketball game today against Illinois. It was seriously the most fun I've had in awhile. It totally reminded me of how much I like watching basketball (just not the NBA). Towards the end of the game, the band started playing Livin' on a Prayer by Bon Jovi...it's a tradition at the games....this also explains the title of this entry. Ha.

The best part about Bon Jovi is that his songs really bring back memories for me. Yes, many of his songs were recorded before I was born, or at least old enough to understand the music, but there's still just something about it. I think the main reason I have this connection is because of the concert I went to in Chicago during his Have a Nice Day tour. Yes, the concert was amazing, but that's not why I have such fond memories. You see, this concert was right before the start of my freshman year, just a week or two after orientation. I ended up taking a girl I met on campus during that time to the concert with me...even though we barely knew each other. She is now one of my best friends, and it all seems to go back to that. It really is amazing how a simple meeting can turn into such a great friendship.

Anyway, Dan is standing over me ready to go to bed, and since it's close to 3 a.m., I think bed sounds like a pretty good idea. Goodnight!

'Ello

As some of you may know, I've been going through a lot lately. So, I decided to start a blog as a way to vent, or ramble, or whatever. 

Writing has always been kind of therapeutic for me, so I figured this might help. Plus it will be a place for me to post my random thoughts or maybe even some weird/funny things I find when I'm bored. Who knows. 

On a side note: most people who know me know that I almost always have a song stuck in my head. So, I have decided to share with all of you what song I'm singing each day. Kinda lame...I know...but I don't care. I added a random song of the day section onto the page. Sometimes they will be songs you hear on the radio, sometimes they won't...but if you don't know the song you should check it out! 

Anyway, I guess that's all for now. Hope everyone has a fabulous and safe weekend!