Today I Rode a Motorcycle In the Windy Rain

oh yeah and i have an afro

today i went to the little grand canyon. it was a good time only we got lost. i accidentally missed spanish class, but at least it's a good excuse. i want to go to sidetracks tonight for "25 cent" drafts (actually 50) only now its raining!!! we'll see i still might. i made my schedule FINALLY only im weightlisted for the most important class. the counselor said that i have about a 50/50 chance of getting into it. nice, considering that if i don't get in i cant double major and graduate on time.

I'm a Player What Can I Say

so i had a very fun weekend. here are some highlights:

-the boys got their apt (no furniture or water tho) and fri i spent awhile drinking over there

-went to sidetracks where eventually 7 guys that i have a history with or was spitting game to at the time all showed up. even tho this could proove a difficult situation for an amateur, i was able to multitask things like a true baller. i only had to diss one dude to maintain my cool.

-rehatched things a lil with dicky dickson the red one. got free alcohol from him which is the most important thing. we're gonna hang next weekend aka friends with benefits. one thing that i do find entertaining tho is as soon as he found out that was the deal he became his usual cheap self and was trying to get me to buy HIM food from don taco. of course i said no and made him look like a jackass in front of all his friends.

-got scotty 2 hotty to leave a party, pick janell and i up from don taco and drop us off at home. and i specified the exact time he had to pick us up (7 mins)

-hung out with scott the next day as well. realized he was a huge player but didnt hold it against him. i actually kinda like the guy...as a friend. he's pretty damn funny.

-compared scott to schmerek naler and later schmerek showed up at the bar wearing girls boy short underwear so tight that u could see his fucking ball hair. that kid has a serious problem. apparently scott and schmerek work together at quatros scott was pissed that he was the schmerek we were comparing him to.

-went to a party where janell and i paid $5 each for ONE cup of beer. when the guys who owned the house refused to give our money back, we stole their salt and tequila and locked ourselves in their bathroom to take shots. one of their friends took pics with my camera of it. i accidentally threw up on their carpet (it wasnt really vomit it was all tequila and my hand caught most of it, but still, i think we got them back)

-scott, forgetting about the tequila, bought us drinks to make up for the $5.

-later he and i went back to the same house after the bars-maybe 15 people were there. had some dijorno pizza, played poker, and chilled. told the guys that i heard somebody had puked on their carpet. apparently they thought i was talking about another room that had been puked in.

-went to wise guys before heading home. the owner kissed my hand as always and told me "every nite u come in here with a different boy." i told him don't worry, all are just friends. then he said "goodnite beautiful" and kissed my hand again. i love foreign men.

"Janellisms"

i've decided to start a new type of posting called "janellisms." a close network of janell's friends and i have been using this term for some time now to describe the silly things that come out of her mouth. im guessing these posts will continue for quite some time as i dont think janell hardly ever reads this webpage.

Janellism #1: Asking to share food, while paying no attention to the actual size of the food or how sick the person she wants to share it with is.

for example: Friday nite-we walk into don taco and janell says, "i'm not hungry, does anyone want to split a taco??? i just want a taste, guys." then proceeds to eat half of keith's shrimp nachos cuz she ended up being hungry after all.

monday nite-she just wants a taste of the candy dots. asks if i can eat half of an orange one and give her the other half. mind you, i have a box of kleenex out on the table as i have a bad cold. mind you, we are talking about splittling a frickin' dot. i tell her no, and she gets angry. enjoys one full orange dot, then decides to splurge on another, but chris takes the box away before she can grab it. apparently we had eaten too many of his dots.

I AM:

-the strongest littlest person in the world. i can lift people nearly twice my size
-pissed at my future landlord
-growing hips and eating like a prepubrescent boy
-the type of person who carries a watergun, hand shocker, and recently teeth flasher in my purse
-now the owner of a stinky car (very upset about this)
-a hypochondriac, but now fully recovered from my sun poisoning. if only i could get over this cold i just got
-mortified about the idea of shopping for suits sometime soon (both the swim and business type)
-even more mortified about coming home this summer
-the object of resentment by a very bitter richard dickson (but at least i dont have that name)
-the type of person who sits in the front seat of a cab when no one is in the back at 4 a.m. and engages in an enriching conversation about ted coppell and the driver's own desert storm experiences
-never able to step down from an argument even when the whole thing is ridiculous
-better than 15 people at throwing a football through a board (including boys)
-the only person in the world who gets lost running through an obstacle course!