College Life is Amazing! Craziness All Around!
I absolutely
love being in college. To rephrase it more appropriately, I love being 18 and being in college! I can pretty much go out and do whatever I want. All that's required is that I come home at a decent hour, pass my classes, and keep working! Not really a big deal when you think about it.
Until last night I hadn't been to anything that even vaguely resembled a college party. I have no life, so sue me. I have to say that if you're going to lose your college party, second hand high, beer pong with cheap watered down beer virginity, Pitzer college is the place to lose it! It was so much fun! Everyone is so chilled out and awesome! it makes me want to leave home and live on campus! If for no reason other than the fact that I'll get to stay out and do whatever I want and not have to worry about telling my parents where I am and waking the whole house when I come home at 1 in the morning.
Life after high school has a lot more responsibility, but it's
so fantastic! I love it!
I love my job I hate my office
So I know I'm the only person in my office under the age of 21. I understand that Meghan, Jen, and Erin are going to have there lovely grown up club of three and there are going to be things going on with their lives that I don't understand. I'm just upset that I never get included in anything around here. I'm just the boss' niece. I always feel like I'm just the stupid little kid who got hired to do grunt work. Coming here, I feel like I just don't even count; like the three of them don't want me.
I don't get lunch
with them. I get lunch
for them. The only time they talk to me is when I'm being told to do something or that I've done something wrong. When they ask me about my weekend, and all that casual conversation bullshit, they don't listen and even if they hear me they don't really care. They listen to each other so intently but
me I'm just an 18 year old kid. What the fuck do I know? Right?
I hate it here. I love the pay, the flexible hours, and the minimalistic work. I just hate it here.
In Contemplation of the Ink
After today all three of us will be eighteen. It's going to be so incredible. Can I just say that I am so excited for our "Inking Extravaganza". It's all going to be so much fun. But I'd be lieing if I said I wasn't somewhat hesitant and scared to get "inked".
The first thing running through my mind is the fact that a tattoo is permanent and I do not have the money to get it removed, should something go horribly wrong. The second thing is that I'm scared of the pain. Thirdly, I'm very hesitant because I have yet to do any research on parlors. I'm sure that, after I go to a few places, see them operate, meet the owners, etc, I'll feel much more secure about it. Lastly, I'm dealing with the fear that I won't want the same tattoo in 5 years. Right now, however, I'm fighting back the image of the tattoo parlor I've always been shown; grimey bikers, unsterilized needles, inexperienced artists who turn Harley Davidsons into a Vespas. I'm scared, alright?! I'm scared!
You want to party but don't want to clean up the mess. Stop using my birthday as an excuse!
As Monday October 9th draws near, more and more people are inquiring about my birthday plans. Let's get one thing straight right now, I do not see the point in making a big show of the fact that I've turned 18. All I want is to be surrounded by people that I love and that love me and relax, but when I tell people about my plans, or rather lack thereof, I'm scolded for not celebrating. I
AM celebrating. I'm just not celebrating in the way a lot of people would like me to. My 'brother' is coming home from UCLA to see me, that's a celebration. My parents are taking me out for dinner. That's a celebration. A few friends from IGE are taking me to lunch. That's a celebration. I get to see my boyfriend both the weekend before and the weekend after and that is a celebration. What? Just because I'm not spending scads of money and allowing people in to trash my house I'm not celebrating? When did getting drunk and stoned become a requirement to meet the celebration criteria? I'm only bringing it up because I'm so frustrated and exhausted with dozens of people saying, "You should have a party...and invite me!" Why should I? So I can go through all the trouble and have half the people, who said they were definitely going, forget? Hell no! And another thing...I'm busy people! I am drop dead, end of my rope busy! I don't have time to see my friends for more than an hour during the week and the weekends...I have PLANS for the next six months!!! So if you people, who want to party so badly, can find time in my schedule and don't mind planning and paying for the whole thing...I'll have a party. But until then, stop trying to use my birthday as an excuse!
Screaming in a Closet Full of Idiots
Our blog, small and uncirculated as it may be, is working on it's third month of archives! I think it's awesome but, then again, I'm easily amused.
I've been thinking that perhaps we should extend an invitation to a few close blogger friends.
Hey Admins...what do ya think?
What's Crackilackin? We're all Slackilackin!
No one's posted anything recent about their life! We're all slackilackin in the blog department, and it's not as if there hasn't been anything to blog about!
So, I have a boyfriend!!!! His name is Scott. He's
WONDERFUL! Yes, it does require bolding! I'm crazy about him! A lot of people I went to high school with don't really like him. They have their pre-conceived notions about the kind of guy he is and those notions, while they may have been true in high schoool, are completely and totally WRONG!!! He's a completely different person than even I thought he was. He's not a pretentious asshole at all! He treats me better than probably any boyfriend I've ever had ever and I'm so happy with him it's nauseating! In the wake of this recent romance I came to a conclusion. I don't give a SHIT what anyone from my old high school thinks about Scott because I love him and the rest of them are missing out!
techno hula hooping at midnight
so in case no one has noticed, which im sure is totally impossible, i am no longer a member of the southern california community. i am now in the hippie area of capitol hill in seattle for college. because i cannot really give an accurate account of all that has happened, major events shall be accounted for and in no apparent order as well as little fyi tips for those who may join me here.
1. i live across from a crack house and whore hotel. my dorm is seperated by a really small parking lot filled with ever changing crap cars and cardboard box houses to a really run down hotel (that rents by the hour i might say) where every single window is closed and every blind drawn, yet almost every light is on.
2. if someone wants to go on an adventure around school in search of fries (if they are from frites go cause they are amazing and thats all they serve in a really dingy hole in the wall german bar like place) GO it is totally worth it cause adventures for fries become group activities that end in parks with swings and a flaming guy that puts on loud techno music and does hula hoop performances.
3. "lost" parties are freaking awesome because its an awesome show and it leads to metaphysical and spirituality discussions after.
4. when you get on the bus, please make sure that if you want the 3 downtown, you dont take the 3 to mardona and end up 45 mins past your destination in the opposite direction with a bus driver that calls you and your friends retards and makes fun of you as he drives back downtown (and almost takes out a telephone pole i might add)
5. tourists are fun. mess with them
6. do not date or hook up (if at all possible, unless they are hardcore hot) with anyone that lives on your floor because you will have to see them all the time, with other people, and they will see you walking down to the shower at 70o am for you 800 am class looking like crap (this hasnt happened to me yet, but i know people it has)
7. my room looks like a gay rainbow shot up, threw up and died. and i love it
8. i went to the lamest techno party of my life in xavier hall. it has all the way as far it was possible to be across campus and i kinda knew it was going to suck, but a bunch of people were goin so i went cause i heard there was cookies involved. we get to the basement and people are walking up the stairs saying that they are moving to party to 424 so we go too and it is a much of chubby asian guys w/ anime listening to old, bad hip hop....i went to watch shes the man.
i posted this on myspace before but i will do it again here..
heather nelson/room 438
914 e. jefferson st
seattle,wa 98122
give me a reason to check my mail box
