Monday, June 29, 2009

philosophy sux!!1!11##$@1!!!!

yeah, i said it.
i'm not interested in it and i'm don't wanna hear about it. just live your life and be happy; don't dissect every piece of it. the universe doesn't plan out everything for us and everything is real. try telling someone who is terminally ill that their disease is all a figment of their imagination. no, my dear friend, my parents got a call from their best friend last night. his mother has had cancer for years now, and now she is nearing the end. she has distanced herself from her family and has become unverbal, but one thing that i'm sure she has never once thought is "this ain't real, ya'lllll." birth. life. death. they are not processes that we made up in our minds. they are not figments of our imagination. every person goes through them because it is natural. it is science. it is proven. do not live your life based around some dude who wrote a book and decided to preach their own ideals. form your own. be original, because in my mind, if your philosophy is to live by no philosopy, you're much better off in the long run. happiness is that easy to achieve, i promise. you just need to believe in it. ok, rant over.

on to my new favorite thing:
my back scratcher. yes, one of those hands on a stick. after a bad sunburn, it's all i need? why? because my itchy back is real and i don't want it to be, so i fix it. with a back scratcher aka a gift from the gods. mine is blue and i dug it up from underneath a pile of shoes last night, but let me tell you the dust was all worth it. it hasn't left my side. BFF.
i'm also very much into water right now. and plain white tees. as in the shirt, not the band. i'm very into my temple flip flops. i want to wear them for the rest of my life. i'm also into and the gosselin's gossip. yeah, i'm that girl. finally, i love the city of pittsburgh. it's just cool.

my birthday is on wednesday. i love birthdays. my mom got me a bunch of stuff at ikea! chicka chicka yeah! oh, and jimmy, i have some ideas for decorating our apartment, GET AT ME.

Monday, June 8, 2009

the red white and blue. and yellow. and orange. and green.

I've decided to take a note from the Jimmy and Caitlin playbook and include more pictures in my posts. I decided I'd start with something for Jimmy.

There it is, in all its glory. One of my favorite toys from when I was younger. Brennan and I would have timed competitions to see who could put it back together the fastest.
Unfortunately, the Vermont/New Hampshire piece has since gone missing. Christine!

This little baby, while illegible, says Harrisburg. Home sweet home.

And for an extra dose of cheesy, I decided to connect us all!

Sunday, June 7, 2009

iup: educating bamfs since 1875

Dad in his freshman dorm.
Look at that smirk. That slouch. That beer box "poster". That 'stache.
Bad ass. And he knows it.

iup: bringing parents together since 1875

Hands down, one of my favorite pictures of all time.
This is my parents when they were 19. Thirty years ago. They're so young and in love, and it's still there today.
Plus, my mom is a beauty queen!

weekend update


Friday night I went to a Wingin' It (my high school's improv comedy troupe) show and it was hilarious. Then a group of us went back to Tyler's and watched Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas which is trippy and weird and I fell asleep. Then we all went to the diner which is always excellent.

Saturday I worked and then we to Stevie's 16th birthday party! I'm GLAD I STAYED...some people had a problem with doing that. But anyways, we swam and ate delicious food and played Banana Grams and told embarrasing stories and read Jayda's 9th grade writings aloud. Then we headed to Tyler's to watch the Pens game, but it was a bust so we ended up on Dickinson's campus. Lame people ruined my mood so I went to my friend Nate's house for a fire with Mikey and Lick Nello. It was nice to hang out with a whole group of college people (except the two people I rolled up with) and just talk about stories from school and compare experiences and what not.

Today I worked again and then we out to Jayda's to swim again. Stevie and I did a mud mask, which I do not recommend cause it sucked. But then we headed to Thornwald for a show in the woods and learned how to play the spoons, which turned out to be a lot of fun. Then Jayda, Stevie and I went to Panera, returned to the bug infested woods, and then attemped to visit Nick at work, which didn't work so we took a drive through the country and blasted music and sang along and talked about how much we had loved the day. We came back to my house and played Apples 2 Apples and talked to my parents and played with my United States puzzle.

All in all, it was a fabulous weekend. And I like a boy.

Wasn't it nice to have a positive post from me? And how about that ending! Wow. I really know how to end things with a bang!

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

a funk you don't wanna shake your rump to...

I'm bored at home. Plain and simple.
Even if I'm with my friends every night, we always do the same things. I'm sick of the routine. I'm sick of the funk that my friends upholding their "images" has put me in. I want something fun to happen. I want something new and exciting to happen here. I love Carlisle, I really do, but you do get stuck in a small town routine and while it was nice for awhile, it's starting to wear on me after being at college for a year. In a big city. With culture and diversity and an endless supply of fun and exciting things to do. I'm starting to crave the fast-pace lifestyle again, but all it would take for that to subside would be a change here. I just need something new. But anymore, it seems like that won't come without a complete evolution from the things of now. I think what I need is to get out of Carlisle, for even an afternoon, and just see something new. Smell different smells. Hear different sounds. Meet new people. Just spend my time doing something that I've never done before, or even don't do very often. If anyone has any ideas of exciting things to do, that would be great because I have the motivation, I just need the means.