News News Lots of NEWZZZZZZ

First and foremost: I GOT MY OFFICIAL ACCEPTANCE LETTER TO GEORGIA STATE!!!!!!!

It was a tremendous weight lifted off my mind. It all goes directly to my mind now, since my shoulders are already beyond fucked.

Also, within the next few hours I will be booking a small trip to Washington DC to relax and be with my cousin for a few days. Exciting!

Besides all that, work is only so-so. I'll probably be quitting and working at something normal and nongreasey. Like GAP. Perhaps. 

But through nothing other then sheer dumb luck and spontainity, I've just caught up on all the Streetlight news I've missed in just the past few weeks.

I guess I am realizing just how valuable Chris was. 

Anywho, apparently they're going to be on Fox News sometime very soon?!

And they're going to be on Warped Tour?!?!

And the first batch of 99 Song of Revolution will be done soon?!?!?

Well fuck me. I feel out of the loop. I guess I sign up for the email newsletter.

More good news I almost forgot! Tasha is coming over and WE ARE RECORDING MORE PIPKIN & CURRY!!!!!

This Saturday.

No matter fucking what! =D

Pip Pip! (...kin& Curry)

...NOT.

Nothing anybody can say to me can surprise me any more. 

Sorry to disappoint. 

Everyone, including Norway, has revealed so much STUFF, anywhere from useless but amazing facts to crazy life plans and decisions, that I can no longer be truly shocked by it.

Try it. I will just laugh a bit and say something to the effect of "thats crazy, good luck" or "thats crazy, that fucking sucks".

I will have a very interesting story for you (you as in nobody + chris) in 2 weeks or so.

Can't tell you anything until then though. Bummmmer. 

Anyways,

gotta give a shout out to McCabe (the one that rulez) for finally giving into my Jew powers of nagging/bribing with baked goods, and is taking my shift tomorrow.

Andy and I are going to the Fox tomorrow afternoon for a bridal expo show thingy. 

Rachel Bell: Wedding Planner strikes again!

The event description included the line "you will be treated like a queen the moment you walk in". 

Sounds absolutely fabulous to me. Especially as it's after 1 in the morning, and I didn't get back from closing/giving Cassie a ride home until 20 minutes ago.

I'm thinking of leaving Jets when I turn 18 and working at GAP, or something normal and pleasant. Without grease or dishes. 

Just a thought though.

Other than that, things are....OK, I suppose. OK enough.

I'm super fucking proud that I've kept going with this over the past 2 weeks ish.

G'night bitches and hos

Rachel Bell: Wedding Planner!!!

Greetings chums, [and bitches named Chris]!

ANDY'S ENGAGED!!!!! Officically.

But she needs lots of help, with everything. Her family doesn't have enough money to pay for the wedding and everything with out going bankrupt, so she's taking on responsibility for paying for most of it. 

Apart from the monetary struggle that is a wedding, planning it is completely insane too, 

enter: Rachel Bell: Wedding Planner!

Basically, I am going to help out any way I can, Cassie too, and probably Paul's mom.

I also think I've decided that instead of buying them steak knives or something partially useless, I'm going to make my wedding gift something that pertains to the wedding itself. Right now, I am thinking I'll pay for the cake, so they can have a kick ass cake and not have to worry about the expense. 

At the moment, I'm going to start research on wedding things. 

Huzzah! Something cheerful to distract myself from the idiotic shambles I have let my life sink into! Not devastating, just idiotic. 

By the way, in case you're still stalking my blog, FUCK YOU AND YOU'RE APATHETIC CYNICISM CHRIS.

But I'm still happy regardless, as I'm a wedding planner now, and I believe that's part of the job.

Pip pip!

"There are far too many songs about love..."

Today, I am supporting bake sales, Shinobu, and going to Waffle House with old friends, 

assuming the latter actually happens tonight.

No one reads this.

I'm still on what some might call "the rack of love", except I have "too many cakes"? How does that one work? Dunno.

Also, no one read this.

So tomorrow is Valentine's Day/International Lets Not Fuck Rachel Day/Chocolate Milk Day.

Lars and I (I mean, Commodore Doiley and I, Chief Macaroni Executive) are meeting promptly at 9:00 AM to construct what will prove to be a truly magnificent Valentine for Chris.

Seeing as how I'm Chief Macaroni Executive, I'm going to make a macaroni art streetlight and a cat.

Then we will make a quick trip to McDonaland and drop it off at a BooksaMillion and tell them to either ring him to come get it, or just leave it there until he goes to work again. 

If he happens to be there, we will just suck it up and give it to him in person.

Then, for me, its off to beer/mojito time with Cassie-Loo,

with a possible side of gallon challenge of chocolate milk with Paul, Jordan, and Matt.

Who knows?

And then I have to pick up some baked goods later on in the evening. 

Guess what? No one reads this.

SHOW NEXT FRIDAY AT THE YARD, CREAM SODA JOE, DISREGARDABLES, AND STUFF.

Not that you nonreaders care. Just doing my part to support the local arts.

And all projects involving Jordan Velasco.

Even though I am trying to boycott Cubans.

But I am being overall supportive today, so why not?

NO ONE READS THIS

adios

Getting Back To Things....

Sorry it's been a while.

I guess I'm apologizing more to myself than to anyone else, for once again failing to commit to anything.

I can't complain too much, things have been good so far this year,

Cassie has a great job and a great place to live,

Andy should be getting engaged any day now,

Lars and such are making progress in life as a whole,

I'm friends with Zach again, which is very nice and a pleasant surprise.

But I think I've somehow buried myself in so many little instances of not being able to speak up for myself, or not being exactly who I want my self to be, and I've come to a conclusion.

I might have reached the point in all the little relationships I've fumbled, where I need to leave this place, start over sort of.

I don't want to get rid of everybody and everything, just the smaller things.

This morning, I was putting gas in my car, and for some reason, I just wanted so badly to be at La Guardia. I can picture myself with my back pack on , walking by baggage claim, out to the street. The sidewalk always sparkled way too intensely for sidewalk, and there's that light green windy pumpkin fence, and the noise of cars and planes, and the smell of New York. 

I miss that smell.

I still associate New York with so many good things, so even if they don't exist anymore, the good feelings still do. Maybe I am thinking that by being closer to the feelings, I'll feel them better?

It's probably not true.

On the morning of October 1st, Paul and I stood at security at Hartsfield-Jackson and watched Marleny walk away for the last time for a year, and while we were both trying not to be sad, he said "let's go to New York".

And I have thought about it ever since, and I will take him up on that as soon as I can.

Which as of yesterday, is exactly 2 months.

In the meantime, I am listening to Laura Stevenson.