| Wednesday, May 24th, 2006 |
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Sigh. What a ridiculous (in a good way) ride the first week of summer vacation has turned out to be. Thursday: I moved out of my dorm with my father's help. I'm not gonna lie, there's some people I'm glad to be away from. Not because I don't like them, but just because it's nice not to have to hear yelling/screaching/drunk people at 4am. However, I'm gonna miss everyone, especially Roxie. She's the best roommate I've ever had, and probably ever will have. I'm glad to see her move on to bigger and better things. ^_^ After finally checking out of the dorm much later than I anticipated, I made it home and started unpacking, quickly realizing that I have WAY too much stuff. How the fuck did I pack all that shit into half a jail cell-sized room, yet I can't find places for anything within a two-room space at home? Shortly after I got home, I packed a few things up again to head to Kayla's for Chris and Andy's graduation party. High intoxication levels were greatly welcomed. The youngin's played drinking games while the adults and parents watched and laughed at us. Andy's girlfriend Vivi ended up really sick and occupied the bathroom for a good two hours while the rest of us were forced to pee outside. Good thing I'm a seasoned pro at peeing outside. Then we all passed out really late and woke up really late and Vivi made us walnut pancakes that were mmmmmmmmmmlallflfolol so good. Later, me, Kayla, Chris, Andy, Vivi, Bub and Jeremy went to the hibachi place in Poughkeepsie. I'd never been to a hibachi place before, so it was pretty killer. We had a really funny chef. Bub ordered his steak rare, so the chef called him "sushi boy." Bub, however, thought he called him "sissy boy" and got kinda pissed, hahaha. Silly kids. We saw Over the Hedge after that and I burned off all the calories from the food off from laughing so much. Such a cute movie! Then I went home and actually got to sleep in my own bed. Yay for personal beds! Friday: Pretty much tried unpacking all day. Didn't work so well. Saturday & Sunday: Liz picked me up around 2:30 and we drove to Queens to see Jamie and go to the Rainer Maria show at the Bowery Ballroom. We only got lost on the way down there once, and since I'm Super Awesome Navigator, I got us back on track. We made it down just in time to get some food (who knew Dunkin Donuts made sandwiches now? Fucking SHIT they're good) and chill. After stuffing our faces, we drove into Manhattan instead of taking the train, and made it to the show just as the second opening band, Ambulette, was playing. They were pretty good, but the singer's voice started to grate at my ears after awhile. In the meantime, Jamie found Li (the girlfriend of Bill, Rainer Maria's drummer) and brought her over to stand with us. She's absolutely adorable, and impssibly tall. And looks amazingly like Karen O. Yeah, I pretty much wanna be her. Rainer Maria came on, and they were great as usual. They didn't play as many older songs as I had hoped, but their new album kicks ass so I can't say they didn't play anything I liked. I definitely lost my voice singing along to "Tinfoil," as usual. Afterwards I bought a shirt and a button, and the four of us stood outside and talked while we waited for the band to pack up. We met Kyle's (guitarist of Rainer Maria) girlfriend, Charlie. Talk about a space cadet, jesus. Then Li went inside and we said we'd meet her at the after party, even though we didn't quite know where the after party was. After finding directions off a subway map, we found the billiards room where the after party was. It was ... strange. A little uncomforable. Just because I didn't know anyone, and I felt very out of my element. Like showing up to a formal party in ripped jeans and no bra, and everyone knows you look disgusting but no one will say anything. Not to mention I waited for almost 10 minutes to get a beer and the bartender continuously overlooked me to help someone else. Very rude. But we stayed for awhile, said goodbye to Li and Bill, stopped at Dunkin Donuts again, and got lost on the way back to Jamie's. We finally made it back around 3am. John took us out to breakfast the next morning, and Liz and I left early enough to get stuck smack in the middle of a thunderstorm on the Taconic, yay! When I got home, it seemed we had acquired another dog named Cash. He's my mom's boyfriend's dog that he's trying to get rid of through a Boxer rescue thing, but in the meantime he's having trouble taking care of him so we're watching him for now. Three dogs + this house = doggie pandemonium. It's friggin ridiculous. Oh, and I also got roped into working for Laura that night. I need the money, but christ, can't a girl just SIT DOWN for once? Monday: I did more unpacking and reorganizing of my room to fit all my shit. My mom and I also started a diet, The Rice Diet, which totally bones. Tuesday: Woke up at 4am and started puking up everything I've eaten in the past friggin week. I don't know why, I don't know how, I don't have an explanation for any of it. I just know that I was sick all fucking day, puking at least twice an hour even when I stopped having anything in my stomach to throw up. And everytime I vomitted, I could feel all the blood draining from my face. It literally HURT, and hurt EVERYWHERE. I blame at least half of it on the rice diet. Switching from one way of eating to a completely different way reeked havoc on my stomach. Today: I'm feeling better, but not 100%. My stomach's still woozy, and I could probably zonk out at any moment. But, I gotta work at 3. That should be interesting ... |
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