If you don't want to hear all of my whining and silliness, the good parts version of my weekend is available at the bottom of the page for your enjoyment.
Why am I so succeptible to disease? Could it possibly be because I am in constant contact with germ-ridden young men and women, most of whom I'm fairly certain do not wash themselves on a regular (or even semi-regular) basis? Anhoo, I'm sick...AGAIN!!! I hate it. This time it's not even cute-sick, where you let out a polite little cough now and then, but more of the "let's not go into details, I'm eating" kind of sick. gross. I now lead a hideously boring life that no one wants to hear about. I suppose I could write about the rest of the weekend, though...
I spent wednesday and thursday at my parents' house where I mostly slept and ate. Seriously, nothing really noteworthy happened. My brother acted bad and whined, my mother cleaned uncontrollably, my dad acted as though he was going to die of boredom at any moment and my grandparents acted blissfully oblivious, as they are wont to do. I watched a hell of alot of Sifl and Olly and sat in the backyard smoking weed. Saw my best friend, who is getting skinnier and more feminine by the day. At least she's still obssessed with Billy Idol. Ooooh, a story:
--- My best friend from back home has been obssessed with Billy Idol ever since she touched his shoe at a concert when she was in 7th grade. She has collected virtually every piece of Billy memorabilia that has ever existed. Posters, decorative records, dolls, buttons, cd's, books, anything that you've ever seen that had anything to do with Billy Idol, or that crap "punk" band he was in in the 80s, she's got it. Last year, Billy finally came to Portland and she freaked. She made her own Billy t-shirt, donned her hat and brought 3 bags full of stuff to get signed. Being the loudmouth that she is, she got up really close to the stage during the show and she kept yelling his name and trying to touch him. After she successfully managed to grab off his bracelet, he asked her what her name was. She told him and that was that. When the show was over, she got each and every thing that she had brought signed. He told her that he had a gig in Seattle the next day. She perked up her ears, filled up her gas tank and headed-up for Seattle. When she got there, she immediately began acting up again, and the roadies recognized her (or something...the exact details of who recognized her, or how the steps in between her getting to the concert and getting to the after-party are a bit fuzzy, but I choose to think that it was all happening too fast to think about)....She then found herself at the bar of the hotel that Billy was staying at, sitting around drinking with Billy's friends and the opening band, when, dunh, dunh, dunh...Billy arrived and made a beeline for my best friend. He said "You're (Alohra's best friend)!" and she stammered something about being his biggest fan. THEN....HE gave her a KISS on the CHEEK!!!!!!!!! Hooray. Thank you ladies and gentleman.
Alright, so perhaps that story isn't quite as entertaining when you don't know my friend, or if you have an exciting life, but I like it, so oh well.
THE GOOD PARTS VERSION: Ok, so highlights of my weekend:
-bought a beautiful carved-wood jewelry chest with robin's egg blue lining for about 20 bucks
-got an emerald green 60's silk go-go dress
-stealthily spent the night with my boyfriend, against his parents' wishes, in their house
-ate my weight in holiday foods
-saw "Finding Neverland" (B+), "The Machinist" (B) and "National Treasure" (a surprising B)
-smoked a ton of pot
-am now sicker than a dog with leukemia
-must now clean my room before it devours me.
End Transmission
TTFN
Why am I so succeptible to disease? Could it possibly be because I am in constant contact with germ-ridden young men and women, most of whom I'm fairly certain do not wash themselves on a regular (or even semi-regular) basis? Anhoo, I'm sick...AGAIN!!! I hate it. This time it's not even cute-sick, where you let out a polite little cough now and then, but more of the "let's not go into details, I'm eating" kind of sick. gross. I now lead a hideously boring life that no one wants to hear about. I suppose I could write about the rest of the weekend, though...
I spent wednesday and thursday at my parents' house where I mostly slept and ate. Seriously, nothing really noteworthy happened. My brother acted bad and whined, my mother cleaned uncontrollably, my dad acted as though he was going to die of boredom at any moment and my grandparents acted blissfully oblivious, as they are wont to do. I watched a hell of alot of Sifl and Olly and sat in the backyard smoking weed. Saw my best friend, who is getting skinnier and more feminine by the day. At least she's still obssessed with Billy Idol. Ooooh, a story:
--- My best friend from back home has been obssessed with Billy Idol ever since she touched his shoe at a concert when she was in 7th grade. She has collected virtually every piece of Billy memorabilia that has ever existed. Posters, decorative records, dolls, buttons, cd's, books, anything that you've ever seen that had anything to do with Billy Idol, or that crap "punk" band he was in in the 80s, she's got it. Last year, Billy finally came to Portland and she freaked. She made her own Billy t-shirt, donned her hat and brought 3 bags full of stuff to get signed. Being the loudmouth that she is, she got up really close to the stage during the show and she kept yelling his name and trying to touch him. After she successfully managed to grab off his bracelet, he asked her what her name was. She told him and that was that. When the show was over, she got each and every thing that she had brought signed. He told her that he had a gig in Seattle the next day. She perked up her ears, filled up her gas tank and headed-up for Seattle. When she got there, she immediately began acting up again, and the roadies recognized her (or something...the exact details of who recognized her, or how the steps in between her getting to the concert and getting to the after-party are a bit fuzzy, but I choose to think that it was all happening too fast to think about)....She then found herself at the bar of the hotel that Billy was staying at, sitting around drinking with Billy's friends and the opening band, when, dunh, dunh, dunh...Billy arrived and made a beeline for my best friend. He said "You're (Alohra's best friend)!" and she stammered something about being his biggest fan. THEN....HE gave her a KISS on the CHEEK!!!!!!!!! Hooray. Thank you ladies and gentleman.
Alright, so perhaps that story isn't quite as entertaining when you don't know my friend, or if you have an exciting life, but I like it, so oh well.
THE GOOD PARTS VERSION: Ok, so highlights of my weekend:
-bought a beautiful carved-wood jewelry chest with robin's egg blue lining for about 20 bucks
-got an emerald green 60's silk go-go dress
-stealthily spent the night with my boyfriend, against his parents' wishes, in their house
-ate my weight in holiday foods
-saw "Finding Neverland" (B+), "The Machinist" (B) and "National Treasure" (a surprising B)
-smoked a ton of pot
-am now sicker than a dog with leukemia
-must now clean my room before it devours me.
End Transmission
TTFN
VIEW 7 of 7 COMMENTS
No sushi for me.
sorry to hear
pot at the 'rent's
awesome
wish i could
get away with that
billy idol
h0tttt
"it's a nice day
for a
white wedding...."
i heart the movies
"not a real green dress
that's cruel"