Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Busy couple of days:

Saturday: Eryn, Rick and I drove to St. Louis to go to Janet’s wedding. Janet is a 5”11’ goddess of a brunette vet that I live with 2 summers ago. The wedding was fabulous-- saw Kayla and have begun planning our 2 big parties for the summer: the "wine" party and the “come as your favorite gay stereotype” party.

The next morning Rick got sexually harassed by an extremely old woman at a Waffle House. He’ll have to tell you about that.

Sunday afternoon was spent driving to Rolla and helping the Worsey’s prepare for their 3 child graduation party. I made tiramisu! Then Howard and Tristan and I finished 2 fifths of rum before the guests arrived. My 3rd grade teacher and her 4 children showed up. That was neither awkward nor weird. Really.

The party was lovely—but Rick/Eryn/I drove back to CoMo at 11. Showed up at Nick's 21st B-day party. As expected, there were: Nick’s vomiting high school friends, crying Natalie, responsible and sober Laura Donnely, and a 2:30AM trip to all of the Taco Bells in Columbia.

Yesterday Craig and I went to the batting cages and I am sore. From the batting cages. Wink.

So to sum it all up: I was drunk for 3 days solid. My liver has jumped ship and got the last life boat. TTFN.

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Went to trops last night with Craig and then to Booches to see Rachel and Jesse.

I told Craig that since we can't have children, we can get 2 dogs. A skinny greyhound named Ed Jr. and a muscly bulldog named Craig Jr. How domestic!

PS-I really want a dawg.

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When I was home last weekend, my dad and I watched the Addidas Track Classic. During the last lap of the men’s 800, they cut away to Barry Bonds get intentionally walked…live. I hate you ESPN/Baseball/Barry Bonds.

I started running again!

Everything hurts.

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

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Probably Craig will leave some venomous (and well-justified) comment, but I had to post this picture of Hu-Jackman. Even though the WSJ dished it hard, I’m going to see X-Men, if not for the sole reason: Wolverrine’s chest hair. Grrrowwlll….

Friday, May 19, 2006

My problems put in perspective.

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Last night I drank it up with Mike, Mitch, and Caleb. Weapon of choice=mojitos, Mike's home-made stuff.

I will be so sad when Mike and Jenn leave for Mali.

Sunday, May 14, 2006

Had a very sane finals week—only music finals, so I spent a good chunk of the last 7 days with Amaretto sours from Trops. Think I did well in all my classes, my jury went pretty well. I am so excited for summer!

I am going to be working on several things this summer:
1) My project…yeah, I have my own corn…it’s pretty amazing.
2) Taking lessons from Dan to get ready for my recital in October.
3)Singing in a concert version of Carmen in July here in Columbia. Even if it is a small part, I am totally psyched.
4) Catching lots of bugs.
5)Spending more time with my friends.
6)Working out more.
7)Doing the Show-Me games, maybe the 800, probably not the 5K.
8) Turning 21 and drinking like Frank Sinatra! (That’s why the lady is a tramp…)

Usually the prospect of large amounts of time with nothing to do scares me. Creation (singing, thought, originality) takes a back seat to production (school work). I guess in my twisted mind, I equate my need for a sense of purpose with fighting against something. Real or unreal, I often perceive my self-worth as a measure of how much I have struggled—thus my habit of inventing new hurdles to jump through (ie, taking 20 hours a semester, double majoring, working a part-time job, maintaining a relationship, etc). Being a slave to the meritocracy is my way of life. If I'm not fighting, then I feel no impetus to exist.

Such is mango.

So I’m going to make a conscious effort to chill out.
[Jules: Bitch, be cool!]

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

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Lane also sent me this picture of Kristin and Alicia entitled "Alicia looking trampy." Absolutely priceless.

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I'm not sure exactly how this came about (probably some finals-induced wackiness), but this is the plaque that I applied to our apartment door earlier this week. Aaron was not amused.

Sarah: "I don't think that will help you with the ladies, Aaron."

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Blog whore? Not me officer.

For the past year or so, I have been reading the blog of Jewish/Russian immigrant/gay-porn director/ego-maniac Michael Lucas. Most of his posts are about 1 of 2 two things:
1) exploiting the new fresh-faced porn star he’s found or
2) attacking anyone who says anything bad about homosexuals, homosexuality, the inherent goodness of gay porn, etc.

To a point this becomes tedious, but nonetheless, I find him very entertaining. He is very un-PC—which I find fabulous in a “where everybody thinks, but doesn’t say it” age. Lucas says what he wants, and doesn’t care what anybody else thinks—which might be a result of having a 10-inch dick.

The dichotomy of having a gay-porn director endlessly philosophize about politics gets me every time.