this may call for a proper introduction

Like OMG!! It's seriously been like 2 weeks, wow. That is a long time of not writing for me...I feel so lost and unconnected. Where do I even begin, there is just so much informationt to write. I do have my little agenda handy so that should help me to remember...

K so last last Monday I worked at Wally Land. Not much else to say about that except I'm sure it was a blast. I like working there more than I like working at Denver. I haven't even been at Denver in over a week...I'm not sure I even remember how to work there. On Tuesday I had school of course. Met with my advisor to discuss my career goals. Ummm I'm definitely not a math/science person as I had once thought. Nursing...definitely not for me. Math teacher, pshhhhh yeah right. I am definitely learning toward what the college folks call "humanities" such english, communications, psychology, teaching and stuff like that. Stuff involving WORDS and WRITING and PEOPLE and TALKING. I mean seriously those are like my four favorite things in the entire world. Oh I also chopped my hair off on Tuesday and yeahhhh not sure if I'm liking it too much. The bangs are extremely short so it is taking a little getting used to but other than the bangs it's pretty nifty. I'm hoping in another week or two it'll grow in nicely.

On Wednesday I met with my other advisor person to go over my classes for next semester, awesome. I picked good ones...no math or science!!!!!!!!! I could not be any more excited about that. More work with BB...fun times listening to the best CD ever in the car on the way home! Wednesday and Thursday kinda blurred together becaused I stayed up all fucking night doing my dumb comp and research paper. Thursday was like hell I swear. I almost crashed on the way to school due to sleep deprivationg. Not cool. I had to make up a movie I missed the previous week but I had like a two hour gap so I drove around and got some food and stuff. Then I came home and slept and then I went to a meeting at 9pm at school (why that late I don't know) with Jesus about tutoring...which I still am not doing wtf. Then I kind of drove aimlessly around Reading.

On Friiiiday I had more school and then work. In my seminar class in school we watched this disturbing death penalty movie that pretty much rocked my world. I like stuff that makes me cry. Let the emotions take over, haha. No seriously though...fabulous movie...it really "impacted" me. After work Lindsay and I ventured out to random places. First we visited the psycho stalker and Monica at WM...COOL. I can't remember that far back but I'm sure we saw Mr. Smiley Dan Gordon and others. OHH we thought we saw toothy and his tall skinny friend but I don't think it was him. After Wal-Mart we felt hungered so we sped over to Mickey D's which had boys spilling out the doors. I mean seriously they were everywhere. Some FAMILIAR ones that we still cannot place. There were at least three or four different groups of them, yay exciting. COOL HAIR and NICE JEANS. One kid gave us Chicken Little stickers, hahahaha. Another one waved at us when he left, how sweet. So after McDonalds we decided to go to the new favorite hangout Ghetto City aka Reading. We searched for the holy Pagoda but it wasn't lit up, wtf mate? A Friday night at one in the morning...come on now I need my guiding light. Definitely didn't get home until 2 AM. How cool am I that I am out til 2 AM and I'm not doing any of the following things: drinking, doing drugs, contracting STDs, etc. Nope, instead I'm driving around getting lost in Reading trying to see the gay ass Pagoda. Sweet.

Saturday was some hardcore sleeping in. I worked in the evening most likely with Daria since she's the only one I work with anymore. I think this was the night we drew the most amazing picture I have ever co-drawn. This Jesus wannabe came in with his long curly hair and his tie dyed shirt and his glasses and his VEGGIE PATTY. Seriously dude stop trying so hard to be a hippie. Anyway, the significance of big J's visit is that it fit along with the apocalypse theme Daria and I discovered was occurring. Pretty much everything had to do with the end of the world that night. Jesus, The Day After Tomorrow, other stuff I can't remember. After that we were huge dorks and talked about all these old Disney Channel shows and then about scary movies and we freaked ourselves out. That happens to me a lot. Something about the Ghostbusters. Also, there was a scientific lesson about cucumbers and pickles and how they are sorta pretty much entirely the same thing, haha. The formula, written on a Suckway napkin with the appropriate exhibits (you know, like Exhibit A: pickle and Exhibit B: cucumber) was as follows: pic = cuc. Straight to the point. Wow this is begining to sound like one of my essays for school. Sorry about that, haha.

Sunday evening I worked at Wally Land. I can't remember what happened but I'm pretty sure it was fucking hilarious. OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH. How could I forget such a significant evening over the past two weeks. STEVE(N) came in to Wal-Mart. My love letter to him had remained undelivered so early on I got it from Monica and as I ripped it up and threw it out I said I'd probably never even see him again so it didn't matter. About four hours later I'm in the front cleaning something and I see this boy walking up to Suckway and he's like staring...probably because I was staring since I'm blind and can't see who people are, haha. So I was like OOOOH who is THAT??? So the guys get closer and....FIREWORKS/HEART ATTACK/AHH DIE DIE it is STEVE. He's dressed all normal and non-Suckway like. His hair was styled to perfection (earned him some gay points) and he was wearing a BELT and an ORANGE shirt. So guess what guys. I spoke to him. It was like a real conversation. While he decided what to get, I did the obvious and ran in the back to get Monica as I frantically waved my hands around and whisper/yelled IT'S HIM IT'S HIM IT'S HIM OMG IT'S STEVE. I gave him a free hot dog (I hope he doesn't like weiners THAT much) with mustard and ketchup. Awww STEVE. He also told us about his plans for Halloween. Dressing up like a prostitute. Him and his friends. He didn't say him and his "gay friends" so I think its safe. Hey guess what...STEVE. Everybody knows what STEVE likes on his hot dog, HAHA I am cruel.

Monday just happened to be HALLOWEEN. I love it. School was school and then we went to CKY, ahhhh. But first, we saw the cowdog guy yakking on the phone. Ahhh it was so exciting. Yeah man so we got to Philly and ummm the freaks were out for sure. We saw the guy from that one bar that is always outside dressed as a cow. I saw a pimp. I saw dead people. I saw hookers. I also saw hot boys. But that wasn't a costume. I drew some lovely pictures of STEVE for Lindsay...they were pretty accurate. Then we went to CKY and um yeah, we were pretty much the only girls in the whole place. Lots of metal people with long hair, people wearing black, and people dressed for Halloween. We missed the opening band but it was cool because we dind't have to wait too long for CKY to start. They were cool...not something I normally listen to, but I like them. Of course as BB had predicted, BAM was there. At one point Vito, Phil, and Bam with some chick all came out on the stage. I have to admit that was the highlight for me, since I don't really know any of the songs and Vito is so hilarious. Drunken wall-eyed people. Came home. Very late. Tired mumbling by me.

Tuesday was death and then work at WM. I got to leave early for once. Stayed up all fucking night doing my Philosophy paper...it's perfection. Yeah right. I got to go on a trip to the Reading Eagle on Wednesday. Notice there are no exclamation points. I went with two girls in my class who attempt to talk to me, but I am too retarded to communicate. I pretty much said two words the whole time and when I do say something it seems to be the wrong thing. Oh well, I'll make friends eventually I guess once I realkize I need to talk first. I worked Wednesday night at WM, fun times with crazy boys. Monica and I have decided working with boys is much much much more fun.

Thursday = me skipping Spanish for no reason whatsoever and driving around Reading and going to the Pagoda ALONE. There was literally no one up there and I took some cool pictures of the air and then left. It was a good time. Later on Lindsay and I went to Wal-Mart and encountered a few interesting things. Toothy is now considered normal by all. Saw some spies that tell everyone every move I make. Hi, I DON'T LIKE YOU SO STOP TALKING ABOUT ME, BYE. Phyllis told me I no life. Oh so true. We were supposed to go visit STEVE after I bought some stuff for my mother but we didn't go, CRY CRY CRY.

Friday was like the longest day ever. I even did a presentation and I didn't feel too nervous. WOW everyone was probably like OMG SHE SPEAKS. After school I went home and got ready for NYC!!!!!!!!! I love going there no matter what. Hands down favorite place ever. Except maybe Paris. My dad actually picked out a decent hotel in New Jersey (shock shock) that had the doors on the INSIDE of the hallways. I had to sleep on a COT though but it actually wasn't that bad. On Friday night we just got some pizza and it was amazing. Then we drove around and I looked at people and took the occasional picture. Holy Jesus everyone there is a gay male. Every guy that was even remotely good looking/nice hair/cool clothes...GAY. Holding hands with another groomed guy. It was interesting to say the least. Everyone seems gay lately. STEVE, the New York hipster men with their man purses, and even Lindsay's military boy HAHA. Umm it was fun people watching and listening to my CDs.

On Saturday we got up and ventured to Sleepy Hollow. Cool place, everyone should go. The temperture was a zillion degrees cooler inside the "hollow" or whatever and it was just cool. It's just a ginormous cemetery but its just interesting. Ichabod Crane, hahahaha. I took some cool pictures there that I hope don't have ghosts in them because that would be creepy as hell. After Sleepy Hollow we rode around the little towns there near the Hudson River. Absolutely beautiful. I bought cameras in a "Latino" Walgreens. They are building all these townhouses and stuff right on the river and they're named Ichabod's Landing. I mean seriously, they just thought to name it that NOW? That story is a zillion years old, come on now.

After Sleep Hollow and stuff we went back to Manhatten, yayness. We went to the NBC store and I must say it is lacking in coolness. I was bored to tears while my dad looked at Law & Order t-shirts. We bought Olivia a cool name thing painted by the Chinese people...those things are sweet. I got some Starbucks...pretty much every 5 minutes. I was viewed as a non-tourist, yessss. I felt accomplished after that. I don't look like a Pennsylvanian. So then my fath and I walked to Times Square and went to the Virgin store and I got a Killers t-shirt. Who knows if I'll ever really wear it. I took some pictures of the bustling crowd. I love people. Lots and lots of them. Got some food from Cosiiiiii, yummy. My father experienced Urban Outfitter's book section for the first time ever as well. I heart NYC. Must go back. Lots of boys. Even if they are queer.

On Sunday we packed up and went into the city for once last time. I got to go in a few good stores like B&N where I bought a calandar like always. I also went in Sephora, hot. We also went in Fossil and I got the sweetest bag ever. It's GREEN and LEATHERY SUEDELIKE and I really like it and I feel cool beacause it is probably the most expensive bag I own. Then I cried because we had to leave. We didn't even get to go to the Met because the stupid marathon was that day. We saw lots of runners and my mom and dad took pictures of them. I can't wait to get my pictures back. I took a picture of the giant Harry Potter (HARRY POTTER'S IDENTIAL TWIN COMES TO WAL-MART, I just remembered) sign in Times Square. We are so going back if it's the last thing I do before the end of this year.

Monday was back to reality and the normal school life. I should've just went to fucking college in NY. Oh my sweet Jesus on Monday Lindsay drove me to where STEVE works and she made me go in and speak to him. He might be gay. I can't even tell. It's an unsolved mystery. Oh and Monday was the funniest day ever. I laughed so hard I cried in the car on the way there about fat Bailey and grass patches and queer angles and downpours. I can't even describe it...the laughing would not stop. So yeah during my visit with STEVE he told me all his trick or treating and how he was a "dancer" and that it was "amazing" and he has it on video and I get to see a copy. I'm so privileged. Must see STEVE again. Must see video. OMGOMGOMGOMG can you even believe it, I talked to a real life boy.

Tuesday = Work at WM with dumb boys who have the same name as me...almost. Don't like fucking water IN MY EAR very much dickhead.Other than that, fun evening. No HP or STEVE or really any boys for that matter except for the inbred ones from Garden Spot. CHESTER did stop by, aww Chester. Not Chester Cheeto. Or Chester the Molestor. Just coffee guy.

Today was school. Then I met with my bestest buddies at Wendy's (coincidentally where STEVE danced in his prositute costum on Halloween) for some fine dining. Frosties + french fries = my life. We saw boys that looked like T Hacks and insects (not incest) and talked about pigeons and wrote dirty (literally) words in the dirt force that surrounds my car. Came home. Work. Nobody cool. Damn day shift. Hate hate hate. Definitely told Philly I wanna be a Wally Lander a lot. If Jen the witchy bitch with knives becomes the manager, that store will go to shit. Thanks to Jess Jennings, each and every single unused tray got scrubbed to shiny perfection. I hate Denver so much. It's kinda hard for me to CLOSE DOWN the store when stupid knife witch doesn't leave me a key to lock the door with.

I'm done complaining now. Thanks for tuning in.

Current priorities in life:
School work (ha)
BILL NYE
STEVE(N)...not sure if STEVEN is okay.
SLEEP
PHILADELPHIA/NEW YORK
New music that isn't boring (like say u2, hahaha dork)

I am out...time to dream about some boys that aren't gay.

Love, *Me*

P.S. Don't correct my grammar and spelling errors...I am writing this at 1:30 AM. K bye.