peeps. long time no blog.

my b.

First of all I would just like to throw out there for those of you who are looking for birthday present ideas for me that I am a BIG fan of the Obama Chia Pet, in his "determined pose":

I need one.

Okay so let's chat. Last weekend I traded debauchery in Athens for a weekend of flying. 8am Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. So earlyyy but worth it. On Sunday I soloed to Dalton and back! I mean seriously--I am awesome. Go me.

I'll do my solo to Chattanooga and back next weekend. Holler.

Everyone wants to know what I do up in the plane by myself. I mean I have to fly the plane and monitor the radios and all that shiz, but this answer does not fly with those who know me. Of course Jenny knew exactly the right question to ask--"Do you sing to yourself up there?" I'm not going to lie. Of course I was singing up there! Ha. If U Seek Amy was my song of choice.

If I were up in my plane right now, though, I'd DEFINITELY be reppin Lady Gaga. I am so into her right now. Starstruck is my jam. Baby now that we're alone got a request--could you make me number one on your playlist?

Yes Lady Gaga. I could.

I'm also obsessed with Weezy's "Hot Revolver". Slash anything Weezy does.

On Tuesday night sweet Kathy gave us 5 tickets to UGA Idol. Although seriously lacking in the Paula factor, UGA Idol was not all bad. 19 contestants performed and then the three judges took freaking FOREVER to decide on the winner and the other four who will move on to Campus SuperStar. Well apparently forever was not long enough because their choices were garbage.

The actual UGA Idol winner, Terica, was fierce. She was straight-up diva and rockeddd an Aretha Franklin number. Her bio was easily my fave. Homegirl was a rockstar. Props Terica. Props.

To Laura: NO. Just no. Eat a cheeseburger and put on some pants. And stop with those "dance moves". They aren't as cute as you think they are. Trust me.

To Stephanie: YES! Rocked the outfit. Rocked the stage. Rocked the song. Plus you are in Noteworthy so you are obviously awesome. You definitely should have been a winner.

To Maggie: You are amazing. If Paula had listened to you sing, she probably would have cried. Then sent you to Campus SuperStar. Unfortunately the judges were on crack and gave Laura your place. Ids.

To Patrick: breathe. Maybe then I wouldn't have felt so unbearably awkward watching your performance.

Oh and to the comedian: get some new material. State jokes- not funny. Love joke- REALLY not funny. Probably the worst possible way to end your act, actually. You said two funny things in 30 minutes. That sucks dude.

Okay enough shit talking. Of them at least.

Chris Brown is a d bag.

I LOVE COLLEGE. On Tuesday night I went downtown with Melanie, Kerry, Natalie, and THE LEGEND that is Amy McCoy. We hit up all the cheap drank places (Amy and Natalie knew what was up) and we played charades at Gameday. Great night, needless to say.

I'm so ready for my birthday. Sushi. Karaoke. Drank. Partaeee. Athens/Charleston/Milly peeps. EEEEEEEEEEEE!

Also the padre is going to fly me to my destination of choice over the weekend of my birthday. I'm thinking New York. And as you all know the princess gets what the princess wants.

So just in case you forgot, the princess wants an Obama Chia Pet.

New favorite abrevs to annoy Kerry with: Mil Bus. Noy. Crae. Id. Grats.

Lil Wil's "Bust It Open" has a badass bass line, but listening to the lyrics makes me want to file a lawsuit against him for sexual assault. I can't get into rapping about ripping vajays open. I just can't.

I would also like to give MAD props to M.I.A for being a badass. I would love to perform at the Grammy's on my baby's due date. In stunna shades. Looking straight up gansta. She's a champ.

and that's what's up.

peace love and baby bump that track.