I wanna Fight to get it back again...

So I had the awesome experience of going home this last weekend and it actually wasn't too bad. I saw some friends that I hardly ever see, got my oil changed, bought the new Pearl Jam album and saw the fam. I missed Joey though because he was gone sluttin around with the ruby team... sheesh.

But while I was home, I feel like I realized a lot about life. Yeah it sounds dumb as shit, but its the truth. When I was catching up with my friends, we talked a lot about the people we graduated with and what their doing with their lives. Well, I'll be damned if most of them aren't already married with a kid and another one on the way. I mean, I am excited as the next person to get married and start my 'adult life'. BUT- I am way more excited to still be an immature kid. I have everything I want right now... I have great roommates, great friends, I'm going to an awesome school, and last and most importantly, I love & am loved by Joey. If I had to give everything up except for one of these, I would stick with Joey. I made this decision based on pure logic. I mean, he'll be a great roommate (he pretty much already is), and he is my best friend. I get the whole shebang in one choice. It rocks.

But I digress... my point is, why is everyone in such a hurry to grow up? If anything I am being dragged kicking and screaming into adulthood. Yes, I want to marry Joey and have babies some day... but that's sure as hell not within the next 3 or 4 years. We have soooooooo much time to settle down in a boring job somewhere in the suburbs and get married and have a few brats of our own. Why would I want to waste the best years of my life doing that? I'll give my kids my semi young years... that way I'll still be the hot mom and at the same time, I'll have done all the important stuff when I was still good looking. Yep, I'm vain as all get out.

It is scary to think that some of my best friends from high school are that ahead of the game. We were kids together, and now their all 'growed' up. Weird shit.

Anyways, enough of that. The quote of the weekend by far was when my dad said that 'if tattoos were meant to be on our bodies, then god would have put them there', then my liberal uncle countered with 'shane, god doesn't have a tattoo gun'. Good times.

My liver is on life support

A poem to describe my weekend...

A friend, a deal
some cash to kill

watermelon, and some light
memories fading, hazy night

grape smoke and red cups
tears for a glass that I once loved

bathroom floors and best friends,
asleep and then awake again

kisses from a boy named joe
spinning room, the time is slow

bright & early, porcelain pain
hair held back, forgetting my name

hashbrowns start the harsh new day
couch instead of football game

redbox rentals and high heels
foot fetishes, and huckleberry meals

tacos on this football sunday,
study study for test on hump day...

I laugh constantly when I am with these people...

sam. we've only known each other a month, but already we've had so many kick ass times... using boats as bathrooms, the tenth kingdom (suck an elf), muslim extremists, drunken pizza (oh the things hungry drunk girls will do for food), and cemetary stealth walks.

JS. the love of my life. when I think of JS, I think of ... first love, the lake, snowboarding, english accents, soccer, and my future.

Oz. One of my roommates and best buds. Things that remind me of austin: venus razor commercials, whiskey, popcorn fights, stolen beds, and the seacocks (yeah, I spelled that right).

Brett Gilbert Thompson. This picture pretty much says it all. Also one of my roommates and best friends. Brett= gambling, nike slut, the next tiger woods, bad hair cuts, and shot championship. Thatta kid.

the velevet underground is my basement

today=



sleepy eyes



true love on my futon



hot water



adding some roo to my do



handsome man in uniform



rocks for jocks



luster, cleavage, and a little bit of moh



lying to an indian woman



$2.75



turkey sandwhiches for a friend & I



swedish stranger



cries from a goat

I wanna hold em like they do in texas, pleeez....

Since I saw the VMA's, I have become a huge Lady GaGa fan. Amid all of the Kanye douchebaggery, she put on a kick ass performance. Not only that but she wore the craziest shit ever. I love it. I wish I could be more crazy/cool like that. She just is who she is, and she doesn't give a flying fuck what anyone else thinks. AND to go on even further, she actually possesses musical talent. I looked up some live piano performances on youtube, and she can play the piano like nobody's business.



I know, I know, i am jumping on the Lady GaGa bandwagon. But, in all honesty, I never really do that. I am usually one of the first people to find good music, and then the radio stations follow. I suppose that all of the techno beats and media coverage threw me for a whirlwind and put me off a bit. I mean, look at all of the other shit they play on mainstream radio stations. It's nice to see that at least one major artist today is worthy of the fame though.



So enough talk about the lady. Just Dance.

Mr. Blue Sky

Today I started this blog. I also...

learned shit in class

made pot roast

cleaned my kitchen

listened to brett bitch about his lab report

did laundry.

I hate the weekdays. They're so boring and full of homework. This weekend should be fun though. Football game + neighbors + alcohol = a shit show for the books. I am excited :)