the big easy-day 1

yo.

I am currently kickin it in nawlins. This pristine plot of earth just so happens to be my birthplace. My hood, if you will.

Good ole NOLA—home of huge ass beers, drive through daquiri stands, and the saints. Strip clubs, casinos, and bars abound. The inhabitants are no less colorful than their surroundings. Yes, indeed—these are my people.

Driving into the city yesterday, as we were passing the dome for the umpteenth time in our lives, we found ourselves shocked and awed by the billboard that was facing us...

I’ll let this billboard speak for itself. And I feel that it speaks VOLUMES on behalf of the refined society that is nawlins. WHO DAT!

Gotta rep the 504. Show some love peeps.

So this morning I got up bright and early with Ms. Linda to play take your best-friend-from-high-schools-daughter to work day. I rocked a full set of scrubs and my pink crocs circa freshman year of high school. I was looking fly. Obvi.

We got to work and hit up the cafeteria for some coffee for me and diet coke for Ms Linda, then headed over to the physical therapy department. We sat in the staff lounge for a while, meeting and greeting everyone as they came in. I already knew Lori, Ms. Linda’s sister, and Dayna, their good friend, but there were 5 other girls in the department. Today was Hillary’s birthday, so Ms. Linda baked two fatty cookie cakes for everybody. We busted into those bad boys before shifts started at 8am. I shadowed Ms. Linda around in the morning. We started with a burn victim dressing change at 8. It was a little girl with her entire upper back, shoulders, and neck covered in freshly raw skin. Apparently the mom accidentally spilled a pot of scalding hot water on the girls back when she was doing the little girls braids one day. The mom feels so bad about it that she can’t sit in the room with her daughter while the girl is getting treated.. honestly. Grow a pair. That poor little girl was screaming and crying, asking for her momma, and I was holding her hand. Well, holding her hand and being sweet with her while they were peeling off her old dressing, but then when they were popping blisters and scraping off debris and rubbing on the ointment, I had that poor girl’s wrists on lockdown to repress her highly developed wiggling abilities. Homegirl wiggled out of both of her socks AND her panties by the time we’d finished. And that was with the straps on the table strapping her down too. 45 long minutes later, we had her back in her spongebob dress and with her momma again.

Since it took us so long to do the first patient, Ms. Linda sent her student Caysi to go hang out with their 8:30 patient, Haley. Haley is a sweet little girl who I didn’t get to spend a lot of time with, but she has a sweet pink helmet that she has to wear all the time because a good part of her skull is shattered. At 9, Ms Linda, Caysi, and I went up to NICU to see Ms Linda’s EB babies. EB (Epidermolysis Bullosa) is a skin disease that you’re born with that basically means the babies get blisters whenever they touch anything. Their skin is so fragile and the blisters form pretty much continually--in response to any form of friction. You have to pop the blisters whenever they form so they don't spread. You can only pick the babies up with a fleece blanket, and they can only wear certain diapers and drink out of certain bottles, etc. etc. etc. Poor things.

After the field trip to the NICU we headed back to PT to hang with more kiddies. There were kids all over the place, most notably the little girl projectile vomiting in the corner. The little girl’s name was Duchess. Duchess has a sister and a brother: princess and prince. I kid you not. Duchess is an absolutely gorgeous little girl. She's about eight months old, with a head full of curly curly black hair. She also looks like she’s always giving you the stink eye. It’s very serious business being a duchess, don’t you know. Sweet duchess has respiratory problems and pretty much zero muscular capability in her little arms and legs. I got to spend some quality time with the duchess in the afternoon, which is how I came to know all of this. I also know that she throws a fit if you take her off her oxygen for any small amount of time (we were just switching her from her portable oxygen to her oxygen that’s hooked up to her bed and she started freaking out—huffing and puffing and salivating and snotting. Lovely little thing.) and what her smile looks like (I somehow managed to get a little smirk out of Miss Priss. Thrice, thank you much.). I came to grow quite fond of the duchess. I identify with her regal strife. It’s hard being royalty.

Caysi, Linda, and I had Trinity next. Everybody calls Trinity Tee-Tee. Tee-Tee has spinabifida, autism, and both of her little legs in big casts. Poor baby. We worked on scooting side to side, because she’s about to get a new wheelchair that she will ideally be able to scoot herself onto. She can scoot forwards and backwards, but not so much with the sideways. So it was more of Caysi picking Tee-Tee up and plopping her down a couple inches to her left. Sometimes she’d push Tee-Tee backwards to make her prop herself back up. Sounds mean, but Tee-Tee was loving it. She’d just giggle and whoop and whatever else. Her favorite phrase is “whip it,” which is a command directed towards Ms Linda, instructing her to “whip” someone…which actually translates to clapping twice in the vicinity of the whipping victim. She also loves to crash into things, and yell out “CRASH! BOOM!” She made me laugh.

After Tee-Tee it was time for lunch. During lunch, there was a presentation scheduled about wheelchairs and the adjustments that are being made in the production of wheelchairs in this economy. Although this may sound less than riveting at face value, the speaker brought 10 boxes of pizza, 2 things of salad, and 2 liter bottles of coke products with him. Chat away! It was de-freaking-licious. Oh and I almost forgot! Today was the first Wednesday of the month, which means free ice cream day at the hospital! Ohh my. Don’t mind if I do. They had a couple of options, but I was sold at “salted caramel”. I heard Demi Lovato talking about this deliciousness on It’s On With Alexa Chung last week, and have been dying to try it ever since. It did not disappoint. The salt just brings out the sweet of the caramel...very yin and yang. Def a new favorite flavor.

So after lunch Ms Linda had this little boy Mikey coming in. Mikey is the cutest freaking thing since I don’t know what. I am head over heels in love with this kid. He’s like an old man trapped in a four year old’s body. A beautiful blonde four year old with chipmunk cheeks and the heartiest laugh you’ve ever heard. Everyone loves him, and it’s easy to see why. Mikey had brain surgery a while back, and has had many subsequent brain surgeries that have left one half of his body much weaker than the other half. He rocks this sweet Spiderman shinguard thing, as well as a spidey-esque tape job on his bad hand. So for his PT, we went on a walk through the hospital with the fart machine. It’s his favorite thing to do, and it never gets old for him. He sends someone to walk in front of him with the fart machine hidden in their back pocket, then follows behind with the remote control and just about kills himself laughing every time he presses it. He was seriously falling over on the ground laughing the entire time. It was hysterical. I got the esteemed opportunity of being the farter in his little game, so I walked around the entire first floor getting dirty looks all the while. Then after I ran around the lobby with it for a little while, Mikey’s grandma, Gigi, took over. The woman deserves a freaking academy award. She was running around acting a fool, and had a couple of women straight up stop in their tracks to make sure she was alright. She’s a g. By the time we got back to PT, Mikey was pretty tired, but he wanted to wrestle with Ms Linda so we went and sat on the mats. Mikey is only allowed to fight with his bad hand, and is required to stand when fighting. It was cute when I was watching him attack Ms Linda, but then they sicked him on me. Mikey came running at me, full speed, then collapsed on me but not before he stuck out his bad hand to jab it straight into my neck. He proceeded to slam that little gimp hand of his into my neck again and again until his time was up. Mikey don’t play.

After Mikey, Ms Linda took me up to the sixth floor so I could shadow a nurse. I was shadowing a girl named Sam, who reminded me so much of my cousin Aimee. She was so funny. We didn’t have too much to do, because it was already 2 and so it was pretty much paperwork til the night shift started up, so she invited me to come back and shadow her tomorrow morning. I sat around with all the other nurses, and when Sam told them that I was thinking about being a nurse they all responded, “Run while you can! There’s still time! Don’t look back!!” One guy was in his last year of nursing school and kept asking me all these questions about school and where I want to do nursing school and what type of program I want to do and all this… I have no freaking clue. I’m just seeing if this is what I want to do! Thus far things are looking up. I can def see myself being a nurse. But I just don’t know.

I got to play with Duchess and another sweet baby girl, Madison, while Sam worked on paperwork and dealt with some lab drama. A resident came up to me and asked if I knew where something was. Ha! Go me. Apparently I look totally professional. Oh PS it’s July 1. July 1 is the first day of residency, which means the worst time to be in a hospital. Stay away people!

Other highlights of the day included meeting Nicholas, a boy who is a celeb in the hospital. He pretty much lives at the hospital; he gets dialysis 3 times a week. At the hospital or not, though, this kid calls up every department in the hospital from his pink iPhone all day, every day. He has Ms Linda’s cell phone number, and apparently they chat all the time. Nicholas is hysterical. He thinks that Ms Linda is a “winner winner chicken dinner” and that Ms Lori is a “looooser”. I was awarded the title of a “little winner” because I am Ms Linda’s friend. Go me. His favorite color is pink, he loves Deal or No Deal, and had a bingo birthday party for his 20^th birthday this past year. Also I got to wear a nametag. How very official. And the final highlight of my day was a delicious cheap Mexican feast for dinner. I had fajitas and so much queso. Mmmmm.

Okay I am freaking exhausted.

Laissez les bon temps roulez.

peace love and salted caramel ice cream.

guatemala day 3

Domingo literally translates as "day of most fireworks" in Guatemala. POP POP POP it's 6:15 baybeee rise and shine! POP POP POP In my early morning stupor, I convinced myself that some cruel soul was actually stomping back and forth on our back porch just to spite me. Between bouts of sleep, I'd rouse, always with the same train of thought, "WHO would be so awful as to be stomping on our porch at such an hour??? Who and why? WHYYYY Rude.." Then fall right back asleep. I got up eventually, and jumped in the shower. Showers in Guatemala are fun because you kind of feel like you are living life on the edge. They hype up the water contamination so much to make sure that nobody slips up, so everyone has the idea that a drop of water that doesn't come out of a bag is a death wish. In the shower, you are forbidden from opening your mouth or other such blasphemy. Then, if you are able to survive the treachery of the shower water, you advance to the battle of brushing your teeth. This task must be performed with bottled water, and most prefer to brush their teeth outside, as far away from the sink as possible. Personally, I use the water scare as an excuse to shy away from hygiene from the week. I shower as infrequently as possible, forgo shaving, and put my faith in men's deodorant. You say bad hygiene, I say saving the world. Tomato, to-mah-to. After a giant breakfast and three cups of cafe, I was ready for the day. There was an optional church service at the hotel right after breakfast, but in expectation of the two other services we'd be required to attend later in the day I said no gracias. My breakfast table stuck around after Thomas had picked up our plates and decided to play the zoo game. GREATEST GAME EVERRR (shout out to my c rica peeps. obvi.). I had been spouting ostrich stats [[45 mph, can kill a lion (king of the animals--ha!) with a swift kick to the neck, imitating the mating call, etc.]] since we arrived so Victoria chose to be the ostrich, the true animal king. I was the elephant, as usual, Jason chose the lynx, Trey chose the hippo, JLo chose fish out of water, and Steve chose the snake. It was glorious. Duh. We played til our hands stung and then switched to Jamaican Me Crazy, or the slap hand circle game. We drew a crowd because of our amazing skills, but then had to break it up so we could go get our shop on at the market, Chichi's main tourist attraction. I went around with Jason and Victoria, which was fun because it was Jason's first time. All of these women and children run up to you in the market and try to get you to buy their useless souvenirs, and Jason was hilarious with them. They'd say a tablecloth for your table! And he'd respond that he didn't have a table. They'd say a purse for your mother! And he'd respond that he didn't have a mother. He was just lying all over the place, to anyone and everyone. Mentiroso. I was able to walk around and honestly tell the vendors that yes, that is lovely, but I already have two thank you very much. Some were persistent, and would say but this one is different! You should have this one! And I'd assure them no, no. Have two. Yours are the exact same. Then there was one girl who wouldn't stop following me, and trying to get me to buy her headbands, but then all of a sudden she decided to change her approach and started asking me for the headband that I was wearing. I told her sure thing, and gave it to her, and she ran off. That was definitely a first. I ended up getting two new tees, a purse, and some bracelets. But really, I already have my fair share of kiss kiss dolls, patchwork purses, ponchos, artwork, pens, headbands, braided bracelets, keychains, skirts, etc etc. I was such a sucker for the trinkets back in the day. We headed back to the hotel in the afternoon to change for round two of church for the day. For this service, we were going to Abel's church just down the road from our hotel. Unfortunately, when leaving the hotel property, we are required to wear closed-toed shoes. The only closed-toed shoes I brought are my Keen hiking boots. I paired them with a dress. Fail. Victoria rocked blue Sketchers with a skirt she bought in the market and her t shirt from the scholarship dinner. Fail. Needless to say, we looked ravishing. So we headed over to Abel's little church down the road and Trey and Jessica told me they wanted me to help out with VBS in the basement of the church instead of listening to Tim's sermon. Score. So we stuck around long enough to belt a rousing rendition of santo, santo, santo (in an entirely new tune, of course) then Trey, JLo, Jason, and I peaced out with all the little ones and followed them to the basement of the building. Trey and JLo had told me they just wanted us to come and hang out with the kids and kinda help out with the teachers when needed, so it was a great surprise when we got down there, and there were 60 or so kids waiting eagerly in a circle around the room. They were all staring at us, and we all kind of looked at each other not really knowing what to do, and that's when the teachers asked what we had prepared. F our lives. We scrambled to figure something--anything--out. We ended up playing simon says (ran out of things to say in Spanish very quickly..), head shoulders knees and toes (we did it in English, then couldn't quite keep up with their Spanish version because they threw in these weird verses about Jesus), hokey pokey (the song is so different in Spanish..the only part I could sing was HEY! and I don't even think that was right), and we sang I got the joy in my heart because it was the only song we knew in Spanish. Ah. So then we were each sent with a different age group to classrooms. Jessica got the littlest ones, I had the next age up, and Jason and Trey went with the oldest kids. So I sat down awkwardly on a bench in my classroom, and just kind of let the teacher know that my thinking on my feet skillz were MIA for the time being. She gave me one of the workbooks, and so I sat there and recited a bible verse with the rest of the children half my size. She went around the room and made everyone recite it from memory, and I actually managed to do it when she called on me. I was so nervous! Then she asked if I had any words for the children, and I panicked and said no. Then all I could think was how awful I must seem as she prayed us out of there. Then we all walked upstairs to join the congregation again, and I just stood with JLo and held babies with her. Love the babies. We handed out the thirty suckers we had brought with us to the kids that walked by us because we couldn't hand them out earlier (too many kiddies). After church, we went back to the hotel and changed out of our fancy clothes. Then we had some time to kill before dinner, so JLo and I ran off to the market to buy some bread for pb&j. We came back and I gathered a few peeps to help me creep into Jennifer Squires's room and decorate for her birthday which was yesterday. We threw crepe paper around and made a few signs, hung a banner, and were just about ready to peace out when we were SPOTTED. Kady, specifically. Fail. Jennifer sent her hubby Will up to beat up the intruder, and so he tried to cover for us but was sent up two more times before dinner to double and triple check because she was SURE she had seen someone in an orange shirt in her room. She finally went and checked for herself, and thanked us at dinner. After dinner came round three of church. Actually, I had managed to skip both the first and second services soo it wasn't too bad. We did this weird relay activity, where the entire group divided into two teams, so we had two lines of 22 people. Everyone was told to grab the shoulders of the person in front of them, then basically do two laps around the room in a race against the other line. The next time around, we were told to walk with a limp as we did our laps. Then for the third one, the best of them all, we were told to cover the eyes of the person in front of us. Trey tried to pick my nose, then ended up nearly ripping my face off, so that one was super fun. Tim tried to tie the relays into his talk, but it didn't make them any less dumb. Good times. Afterwards, pb&j krewe round 3. It went so much better tonight. Hooray. Tomorrow will be our first real day of VBS and construction. I'm so excite.

peace love and ostriches

guatemala day 2

Woke up bright and early Saturday morning to the sound of fireworks being set off by the local shamans (or as our church so lovingly calls them, "witch doctors"). Those of us from north of the border are so damn jumpy. We're all screaming, ducking to avoid gunshots that aren't there, and flinching at regular intervals, which in turn yields looks of inquiry from locals who have grown immune to the continual explosions. Embarrassing. So I gravitated towards the amazingness that is Guatemalan coffee, and eventually reached a state of full consciousness. We feasted on eggs, the best french toast ever, bacon, frutas, tortillas, and oj. After breakfast, we headed over to Serrapio's church in Chulumal. Serrapio is such a g. Unfortunately the event was a bust. We invited all the families we were going to be helping this week to come and hang out with us and no one showed.. everyone was working. There were two families there, and all 44 of us swarmed at once. Yikes. We sang a couple of songs, including our theme song: santo, santo, santo. Santo, santo, santo might actually be a pretty song, but none of us know the lyrics, and more importantly no one knows the tune. So it comes out as a cacophonous jumble of broken and mispronounced Spanish and is miserable for all parties involved. For some reason they want us to sing it ALL THE TIME and we still aren't getting better. No bueno. So we peaced out after our little fete and headed back to Casa del Rey (yeah beeotches that's the king's palace to you. represent.). The muscles of the group left us to go schlep concrete bags and check out all the sites for the week, leaving the rest of us to set up for the scholarship dinner. After every table was set with centerpieces, place cards, beanie babies, and gift bags, we were dismissed. Me and the roomies went down to the cocina for snack time. Emily and Morgan wanted guacamole, but the staff said they were out. NOOOOOO. So they got french fries instead. After snack time came nap time. Obvi. We were supposed to go help Deb Shep with VBS at 3 but went ahead and slept through that.. oh well. After a long and glorious nap, we slowly rose and donned our sweet tees for the dinner. See sweet tees below.

For the scholarship dinner, I was a greeter because my mom was making claims that I am "fluent" in Spanish. I suppose that I am indeed fluent relative to the woman who replied "Lisa" when asked "como esta?" in C Rica, but to the native children of Guatemala I am far far from it. Whatevs. So children come in by the busload, and there are three of us at a table with everyone's names and seating arrangements on like 20 sheets of paper. Luckily, they were all wearing name tags so we could push em through to the ushers pretty quickly. Once all the kiddies were seated, I found my table and grabbed a seat. I was with a bunch of 17-year-old girls from Quiche. They were straight up gs. I loved them. We chatted about school and what I was studying and how their recent slew of exams went and all that then we started discussing boys and the distinct difference between using "calor" or "caliente" when talking about oneself, which Geovanny taught me in C Rica. They all said that they weren't allowed to date yet, and that their padres forbid them from doing so until they were at least 20. The conversation turned to me, and they were asking if my parents had to approve of boys I date. I told them no, and they were shocked, so then I thought I had misunderstood and quickly assured them that my parents had to approve if I was getting married. Then one girl made a joke about slowly removing a few items a time from your parents house to move out without them noticing. I love understanding jokes in Spanish! So we laughed a lot, and I ended up with a novio by the end of the night--the lone boy at our table stock full of girls. His name was Jeffers and he was cute as a button and probably about 14. Go me. The girls selected some boys from the room, and so I went and got them to come take pictures with them. My favorite was when they started asking for Chaz. Chaz, on the complete opposite end of the room, almost out of sight from our table. Almost, but apparently not completely because they were definitely demanding Chaz. At the end of the dinner, they all made me give them my email address, but only one of them had an email address to give me. The rest assured me that they will def send me an email as soon as they get an email address. Ah love them long time. I was sad to see them go. We were all exhausted, but it was time for another rousing devo courtesy of Tim. After devos came pb&j, and it was our first night introducing the "special request list". We were just asking for divas with that one. Trey diagrammed out a sandwich for us to construct for him tomorrow: wheat bread- crunchy peanut butter- white bread- strawberry jelly- white bread- creamy peanut butter- wheat bread; squish to fit bag. Our pb&j krewe was sub par. Last night, it was Paul and a bunch of his friends so the noise level never went below 1000 decibels. Tonight, though, was a different sort of flaw to the team. The flaw that was growing teenage boys.. These kids had just eaten a huge dinner, but were trying to eat everything they could get their grubby paws on! They'd make a sandwich, and then deem it "inedible" because it was made with an end piece, or an "extra" because that category's quota had already been filled, and before me or JLo could say otherwise they would shove the entire thing in their mouth. Cooooool. After pb&j we tried to organize another round of charades, but ran out of time. So off to bed. Ta.

peace love and caliente

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.