guatemala day 1

hola hola hola

Flashback to Friday morning at 5 am, when RPC's Guatemala Team were the only freaks in Roswell rising before the sun. Cut to 5:30 am, when the Jennings fam piled into a STYLIN mini-van , happy as clams. In our state of delirium, Victoria, Paul, and I came up with a series of hand gestures to communicate with one another. As I am sworn to secrecy, all I can tell you is "LLAP". I tried to get the fam to keep the pimp hand strong, but they weren't feelin it. Fools. At the airport, we dined at Mickey D's. I was excited at the prospect of a McCafe latte and a homestyle chicken biscuit, but the McDonalds at the airport just so happens to specialize in WEAK SAUCE. They denied me my latte, claiming that they do not make lattes (EVEN THOUGH THEY HAVE MCCAFE ADS UP WITH DELICIOUS STEAMING LATTES). I settled for an iced coffee, but then unwrapped my homestyle chicken biscuit to find the sorriest excuse for homestyle chicken I have ever encountered in my life. Fail. So it was not even worth the standard post-McDonalds nausea. Double fail. At the airport, I rocked the skinny jeans/ hiking boots look in preparation for my homecoming Central America (I have a rep to uphold. duh.). Victoria was relentless, obvi this stemmed from her jealousy. Understandable. On the plane, I had a 3-hour discussion with Jason. It began with intensely scrutinizing all available Sky Mall products. He also understood the art of keeping the pimp hand strong, and so we bonded. Obvi. We had a few rousing rounds of would you rather (which ended abruptly with my morbid death-by-aeration-shoes jokes) and diagrammed a movie genre spectrum, then had our aisle-mates vote on who had the better spectrum. I obviously won; everyone agreed that my spectrum was infinitely more logical than Jason's. We also discussed the beauty of clouds (Jason is freaking obsessed), then Jason quizzed me on pilot/ flying things and critiqued the entirety of my itunes library. By the time we'd landed, I had acquired epically large pit stains, on account of the 102 degree cabin temperature. I changed my shirt, only to sit on a bus for another 3 hours or whatever it was. Upon boarding the bus, we were fed none other than MORE MCDONALDS. yikes. Victoria and I sat together on the bus, and performed a singing/ dancing rendition of Jai Ho for our fellow travelers. I managed to fall asleep with my neck at a 90 degree angle for a while, so that was cool. We made it to our lodgings at Casa del Rey by late afternoon, where we were greeted with papaya juice and an abundance of bagged water (mi favorito). We got our sweet room keys with wooden face masks as keychains, and made our way to the cuartos. I was in 209 with Victoria, Emily, and Mallory, making me their fearless and impossibly responsible leader. We had some time to kill before dinner, so I led my minions to the room for naptime. For dinner, we had fish, mashed potatoes, veggies, sopa, and rolls. Delish, as usual. Thomas hooks us up. After dinner, we had devos then pb&j krewe. JLo and I were in charge of all things pb&j. Appropriate, seeing as both of us are unconditionally and irrevocably in love with peanut butter. So we elected the chosen few, and busted out 88 pb&j sandwiches (of three various strawberry/grape white/wheat combos) in 20 minutes. Then we opened the doors for the stampede, and everyone ran through to grab their sandwiches, chips, and cookies. And guess what cookies they had--CHIKYS!!! C rica what whaaat! Holler. After pb&j we got a big group to play charades (pronounced sh-rahh-ds). All you need to know about this game is that it is AWESOME and that I am AWESOME at it. Duh. Victoria and I were partners, and were dominating until we got a noise complaint and had to peace out. Boo. Then bedtime.

peace love and mcfail.

live long and prosper.

greetings blogsphere.

Just watched the MTV movie awards. Here are my thoughts:

• Andy Samberg is a g.
• Megan Fox hasn't showered in weeks.
• Bruno should fear for his life because Marshall Mathers is apparently not a fan of getting teabagged. Who knew?
• Leighton Meester and Lil Wayne are the id. If I were receiving a golden popcorn, that would be my ideal giver of golden popcorn couple. Appropriate that Miley was on the receiving end. If it can't be me, she's up there on the next best thing list.
• Kristin Stewart and Robert Pattinson should stop talking. Just stand still, look pretty. I think it'd be best to only speak when Stephanie Meyers provides you with words to say. ONLY then.
• Zac Efron desperately needs a haircut.
• Lady Gaga wasn't there. Wtf.

Overall the show was weak sauce. For those who missed it, the winner was Twilight.

In other news, summertime in Athens has been the shiz. 1979 (the house) is one of the greatest things that has happened to my life. I love living here. I love my room, I love my roomies. I love our baby pool and our beerpong table. I love our kitchen and our back porch. I love our beer fridge and that we live in a house of mirrors. I love sunbathing in the backyard and watching it's always sunny in philadelphia for hours at a time. Yeah. Welcome to the good life.

I am a twat who tweets on twitter. I read an article about how Twitter is for the narcissistic, a website completely devoted to self-indulgence, and I was convinced that I belonged in such a community. Thus far I have found it to be mildly entertaining, a welcomed addition to my crackberrys bookmarks, but I don't have enough real friends on it to get too into it. I'm one of those freaks whose 'is following' count greatly exceeds the 'followers' count. I make no apologies for my creeper tendencies.

I cannot wait for The Hangover to come out!! I died when I saw the preview for the first time. I've actually been watching a lot of movies lately, which is weird for me (Ali you should be so proud). I have loved all of them. I would highly recommend any and all of these titles: Zack and Miri Make A Porno (I laughed, I cried, I just about vomited when the girl "frosted" the cameraman's face..), House Bunny (the eyes are the nipples of the face), Star Trek (I am in love with Captain James Kirk--obvi, young Spock, Bones, and Chekov. There wasn't a dull moment in the 127 minutes.), and Terminator Salvation (I was the only girl in the theater, but that left more Christian Bale and Sam Worthington for meee). I also saw Bride Wars, but hated it. It made me so frustrated and annoyed..ugh. And Kate Hudson is one of my all-time faves, but even she was not enough of a redeeming quality to save this movie for me. Boo.

Current Obsessions: anything Adele and Eric Hutchinson, Akon's Beautiful, and I'm On A Boat. Also It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia, Mini Vanilla Ice Cream Sandwiches with Nutella, sepia photos, and the color yellow.

Yesterday was a good summer day. It consisted of sleeping in, a Wal Mart run (slash new things), pool time, delicious barbecue, fresh baked chocolate chip cookies, and beer til I dropped around 4am. Victoria came up for the night, so you really can't go wrong with that. Oh and the cherry on top: busting out the potato gun around 2am. As you can plainly see, it was a very successful day.

UMMMM I'm really tired and really just wanted to share my thoughts about the mtv awards. So g'nite.

peace love and flippie floppies.

kerrypalooza

WATTUP PARTY PEOPLE

So it's been a while. I'm not going to apologize for this because that's just me. I am erratic with my postings, and I accept this about myself. I certainly hope you can do the same.

The past couple weeks of my life have consisted entirely of living the dream. Nothing more, nothing less.

KERRYPALOOZA

It all began two weeks ago, early Monday morning when I woke up at the ungodly hour of 530am to meet daddy at peachtree dekalb airport for a 630am departure to St Simons Island in the 182. Sadly, the skies were not smiling upon us. They were trying their very best to ruin my life, actually. Forget the 182--a couple of clicks later, I was booked to fly out of Hartsfield Jackson at 10am (ridiculous, I am aware). This left me ample time to grab a Starbucks and sit myself in a prime spot at my gate for people-watching, one of my all-time favorite past times. So take that cloud beeotches.

I landed in Brunswick, GA approximately 50 minutes after takeoff, where Melanie and sweet Anne came and picked me up. I hopped in and we found a DQ with the help of my precious crackberry so that we could buy sweet baby Kerry an ice cream cake with those delicious crumblies all up in it. mmmm. We decided against the cake that had a dead bug on it, and instead opted for the one that said "Happy Birthday Tink". It was a tough call, but I think we made the right choice.

Then we hit the BEACHHH. I was so freaking ready for it, too. I donned my new bikini and ray bans, lathered on some spf, and plopped my butt down in the sand. Glorious. We spent the day reading cosmo, chatting, munching on goldfish, singing, and peeing in the water every so often. The palooza crew consisted of Kerry's forever friends: past roomie (a haire), current roomie (smel--that other cretin in their room doesn't count), future roomie (me), bembry, anne, scott, and amy. We missed the lozano seesters and jamie, but there will be other beach trips. I insist.

the crew: amy, bembry, anne, scott, kerry, me, smel, and alison

Night one we went out for a fancy schmancy dinner for Kerry's birthday. Bembry was obliterated. Appropriate. She had stashed a sizeable amount of vodka in her purse, and made herself a dirty shirley at dinner. Actually it was more of just a dirty. No shirley involved, but I think Gatorade was involved.. Don't worry about it. The dinner was de-freaking-licious. We got this big-ass bowl of salad for the table with all of these delectable dressings, in addition to multiple loaves of "THE BEST FUCKING BREAD EVER BITCHESSS" (-amy). Then came the main course.. Smel and I split the shrimp broccoli alfredo number. So good but struggles to push through after all the salad and bread. Then the waitress brought out a birthday dessert for the birthday princess, which we all shared. Double struggles. Anne and I kept complaining about how our tummies were going to burst, all the while tasting off each other's plates and passing the birthday dessert back and forth. Judge away.

After dinner one car hit the liquor store and the other hit the grocery store to get all the necessities: mini liquor bottles to fill seymour the pinata with, the cheapest flasks of vodka you have please and thank you, cran grape drink of champions, trick birthday candles, and kerry's favorite candies. Then we all met back at the condo and got the partay started. Well, Bembry climbed into bed but we couldn't hold it against her since she'd been downing shots since early afternoon. So we played games, ate lots of ice cream cake, and were just a merry bunch of drunken fools by the time midnight rolled around. Bem reappeared around 12:30 to rally in the name of ice cream cake. Then she went back to bed. A few of us ended up in the pool--some clothed, some not so much, but we all managed to wake up the next morning so I'd say the night was a great success.

here's bembry rallying (12pm).

and here's kerry killing seymour.

The next day the stupid clouds came out to play, so bikinis were out of the question. I ate some delicious barbeque with Kerry, Bembry, and Anne, then me, Kerry, Bembry, and Scott went and played charades on the beach for a while. I freaking love charades. I'm not very good, but I get very into it. After a while we headed back to the condo and got ready for dinner. We went to Brogen's and then to TCBY. deliciousness. No one wanted to party in true palooza fashion on night two, so we stayed up watching True Housewives of Jersey and the New York reunion, then off to bed.

In the morning, I was ready to go. Me, Kerry, Bembry, and Scott (the A-team) hit the beach, equipped with two cases of beer for case race day. Me and Scott versus Kerry and Bembry. You know it's going to be a good day when the first beer is cracked before 10am. The rest of the palooza crew joined us a bit later on, and then we took a group nap. The skim board was busted out at some point, as were extra beers when Scott and I finished dominating the case race. The beauty about case races, as Bembry so wisely pointed out, is that everyone wins in a case race. Truth spoken.

me with the sage.

After napping and burning myself to a crisp, I thought I might should head in. So all except Bem and Kerry headed back to the condo, and Scott and I went and sat by the pool. The pool was disgustingly cold, and so we took a bath. Then Scott broke the soap holder. Buckets of fail. Then everybody got ready for dinner and we headed out for a delicious mexicana feast. 2 pitchers of margaritas, a pitcher of beer, 5 baskets of chips and salsa, and shrimp quesadillas all around. It was SO good. I died. Then we partied like rockstars until we could party no more.

Kerrypalooza = GREAT success.

Thursday morning I got up and packed up my belongings, and then Amy and Scott gave me a ride to the airport. I spent the afternoon in the well celebrating Lisa Theresa's birthday, then back to Hartsfield Jackson to jump on a plane to LAX.

and so began rayban roadtrip..

which will have to wait because I am all storytimed out at the moment.

peace love and shrimp quesadillas

Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting. So...get on your way!

greetings.

Charleston was the shiz. As per usual. I was freaking dead tired, but I have a reputation to uphold in chuck town dammit! So we arrived late afternoon and began with a tour for Victoria. Hollis knows everything about anything in Charleston, so that worked out well. Literally the tour guides with the horse-drawn carriages clomped past us echoing the description of the cistern that Hollis had just given us. The tour guides, however, failed to mention that one mustn't cross the cistern lest one has a desire not to graduate on time, and that one ABSOLUTELY MUST have sex on the cistern before graduation. How one is supposed to go about doing both of those I'm not quite sure, but apparently it's the thing to do.

Hollis had us power through all of campus in a matter of hours. Yes, she's a superstar. I know. That left us with a little bit of down time before dinner at Jim N Nicks. Dinner was deliciousss of course. Melanie and I already knew what we were ordering before we even got to Charleston--pork and ribs platter with two sides of mac n cheese [to share]. And extra cheese biscuits. mmmm. For dinner, we pulled Josh and JD away from their studies, Emily and Libby away from the beach, and Kennetta away from her deep depression that was brought about when we left after cup. Partayyy!!! We sat ourselves at the front of the restaurant, next to the giant front windows that are TOO perfect for people-watching. Lucky for us, there was a high school prom last night. So in addition to the normal tourist freaks (think safari hats, floral pants suit, etc.), we had a whole slew of prom frocks to gawk at. Yes. We toyed with the idea of seating all of us on one side of the table, the last supper style, but then decided it might be nice to be able to move our elbows slash breathe..

After dinner JD and Josh were party poopers and returned to the palace. The rest of us were ready to turn our swag on. Well, actually, Melanie and I were working on our 13th wind or so, and were a tad lackluster when the partying talk started up.. but we came around. Like I sad: reputation to uphold. So we all went over to Emily and Libby's house to play some games. We began with this eff the dealer-esque game, then moved on to rhyme or reason. Rhyme or reason was new to me, but we were fast friends.

NOTE TO SELF: burn and kernel do not rhyme. more specifically, kernel cannot be abbreviated to kern. fml.

We danced, we humped, we identified one another's animal alter egos [apparently I am a field mouse].. all-in-all an incredibly successful night. We made it back to Hollis's house, devoured a large pepperoni pizza, then crashed. Ahh sweet king size bed of JD's conception..

This morning we hit up Einstein Bagels for delicious breakfast sandwiches that Big Jim bought for us via Hollis's bobcat bucks or whatever you call them. Thanks Big Jim!! Hollis is a celeb on campus. We walked in, and she immediately found someone she knew and struck up a conversation. Who does that? Hollis does.

After bfast we went to the market, easily one of my favorite Saturday morning activities in life. It's just a big open-air market with tables set up by vendors, like the one in the French Quarter in New Orleans. Vendors of tee shirts, jewelry, sweet water baskets, art, and basically any and every piece of crap knick-knack imaginable. Glorious. I left the market with a new coozie, shot glass, and tank tee. So pleased with all of my purchases. Truly. I also found a birthday present for baby Kerry, and Smel and I found these freaking cute monogram prints for 1979. Yipee!

We returned to the palace after shopping for a couple rounds of Lingo, then went to lunch at 5 loaves, a delicious cafe right by Hollis's house. We did work on various soup and sandwich combinations, and then on the strawberry shortcake and chocolate cake. Sadly, we had to pack up the car and vamos after lunch because Victoria had to be back in Roswell for Donovan's graduation party tonight.

Since being home, I have taken a much-needed shower, had a much-needed Ru San's fix, and posted 2 much-needed fb albums. That is all. I have two finals Monday that I haven't started studying for. Then 2 more Wednesday. Ave Maria.

okay it's 1 am and my small ass bed is calling my name.

PS dear ridley i am so sorry for the dry spell. forgive me?

peace love and kern. el.