Well, weekend home was busy but awesome (what else is new?) Got home on Friday before Ben, and went over to Kim's for a while. Sat around with her, Lisa, and Brad until Ben called to let me know he was back in BC, at which point I hunted some beef teriyaki before heading over to his house. We had some people over to my dad's, since Dad was out of town, but it was pretty chill since everyone was super tired.

Next morning, well, was kinda not okay. Before even getting into the shower (while in the bathroom, waiting for water to warm up as the room got all steamy) I basically felt like I was going to collapse. I was sweating bullets, shaking, couldn't see at all, and could hardly hear through the white noise ringing in my ears. It took quite a while for me to start feeling better, but once I did, I was fine for the rest of the day. Ben took my car and went over to his house, while I stayed at my dad's and chilled for a few minutes before getting ready to help Ben unload boxes. Did that, hung at his house, then after dinner went over to my mom's.

Next day, we all just puttered around Mom's until Michael's graduation. That's right, my brother graduated!!! Very exciting. The whole thing was like an hour long, which was great cause it was hot as hell in there! Well, I thought it was. Ben insists it wasn't that bad, but I was once again sweating bullets. We went back to Mom's for pizza, then went back into Princeton and hung at Ben's folks' house for the night. Passed out early, because we are epically lame.

Generally, it was a really fun weekend. I <3 home.

Epic Fail

Drinking instead of cleaning was not a good choice. I woke up today to my apartment still totally torn apart from when I stopped organizing last night. Since my bed had no sheets on it (stopped in the middle of changing those) I pulled out the couch and slept in front of the TV. Basically, anything I was going to get done last night came to a screeching halt. And now, I'm heading home for the weekend and have zero motivation to actually tidy the place up. The only thing I got accomplished was throwing away a bunch of back issues of Cosmo magazine, something I've been meaning to do for a while now. Talk about progress.

Anyway, I am heading home this weekend for (maybe) my brother's graduation. Today is the day we find out definitively if he graduates or not, and of course he could give a shit. Typical Michael. But I'm glad I got my train ticket instead of waiting to see if he's actually walking or not. And even if he doesn't graduate, going home is always at the top of my list of things to do. Haven't seen Kim in a few weeks, which is slowly draining me of life. Ben should get home not too much later, if not earlier, than me, assuming he got his packing done last night. Seeing as how the only time I talked to him was for 1 minute when I drunkenly called him, I would hope he had enough focus to get that shit done. But, we will see.

I feel like today is going to be annoying. Hope I'm wrong.

Remember that one time I got drunk and tried to clean the apartment?!

It didn't work well. I started cleaning at three. Then, started drinking at four. It's nearly seven, and I have spent the last two hours dancing/facebook lurking Ben. Not productive. But awesome all the same. Ben, in like January, left PBR up in my fridge. I avoided it, until the heat of the day made me seek refuge in the nasty cheap beery goodness (or whatever you would call PBR) in an attempt to cool down. I just left like a shitton of comments on pictures of him AND random people, and after I post this, I plan on doing it some more. There are currently no sheets on my bed and in packing, I only packed dirty clothes and left no room for clean ones. I do not plan on changing either of these things today, but rather dance more. And facebook more. And generally be counterproductive until I run out of steam.

Also, I am totally unashamed to admit bootydancing to Charles Manson's song "Home is Where You Are Happy." It's a good one. If I could play guitar, I would totally learn how to play it. My brain is moving slower than my eyes. And my lip syncing is turning into singing very quickly, which I apparently can't stop. I can't wait till I'm old enough to get drunk and do karoake. . . it will be awesome. My Gladys Knight impression is da bomb. This is way longer than I meant it to be.

Oh, I get to see Ben tomorrow! I kept forgetting he is done wih school and I basically get to see him for an undertermined amount of time. Probably not very long, but it's cool. It's all fucking cool. This weekend, I'm going home, he'll be there, Kim will be there, Levi and Michael will be there, and it will be great.

I'm pretty sure Snicket is judging me right now. Giving me the shifty eye.

I should probably be in bed already, even though it is only 8:09. Tomorrow morning it is up at 5 AM to catch the 7 AM train down to St. Louis. For this weekend is Ben's graduation. Oh fuck yes! I'm pretty excited, not only because I get to see Ben, but also because I love Rolla. It's weird, I know, but I love all the people down there and I always have such a great time. It'll be weird not going to see him down there. But, since some of his friends are still gonna be around next year, hopefully we will have excuses/time to go see them.

It's weird, though, to think that my boyfriend is going to be a college graduate. Somehow it doesn't seem like I should be old enough to date someone out of college. God, growing up is so bizarre.

Sneaky Weaseling, DePaul?

So, I'm confused. Very, very confused. Tuition for the summer term is due exactly one month from today. Assuming my charges would be listed on my tuition account and my financial aide would be available, I checked it out. What I found was this: total due . . . $25. All other charges have been removed from my account, including my UPass charge, which was there a few days ago when I checked. I checked my class schedule, and I haven't been mysteriously dropped from my classes, and no where does it say what I got for financial aide. I just magically don't have any charges listed for this summer. Not that I'm complaining -- I just don't really foresee DePaul letting me take classes for free, even though really they should take some pity on me, seeing as how I'm giving up my whole summer.

I'll check it tomorrow, I guess, and just keep an eye on it. If it is more than $25, chances are I'm going to need to get more loan monies, so it would be nice to know if this is just some mean joke or not.

Fact:

While it is embarrasing enough to have people constantly ask you if you are reading yet another book on the Kennedys for a class (which you are not), it is slightly more embarrasing to always come way too close to crying when Bobby gets shot. I've only read seven billion books on him -- you'd think I'd be prepared for the ever impending end.

Super Woman Much?!

Lately I've this weird rush of complete confidence in my career plans. I suddenly feel like, yes, I can change the face of foreign policy, and someday someone like George Clooney will make a movie about my life. It all started after those torture memos were released. I had this total reaffirmation of what I have always thought: I can't wait around for someone to make the changes I believe in. And then today, I was reading my book (The Post American World by Fareed Zakaria) and he was talking about perceptions of American foreign policy around the world. The consense is that American officials don't actually want to work with you unless working with you means you are going along with our plan. And that is what I hate!! That is what I want to change! It was like good old Fareed was saying, "Beezle, make shit happen." Since Ben and I have talked more, and I feel a lot better about how my plans are going to work in with us, I'm like, "There is nothing in my way!" Besides, you know, the established system and bureaucracy. But all great people in history stood up to the bureaucracy in their given field, and I want to do that. I'm ready to take on the system, suckahs. I hope this confidence lasts. It feels really, really good.

True Blood

So last night, while watching TV, I happened to catch the new promo for HBO's True Blood. Season 2 is started in about a month, and I hadn't seen the promo yet. Basically, it's amazing. I can't wait for the show to start. Last season I never missed an episode, even though at first I didn't really want to admit I liked it.

You see, True Blood is a vampire show. But, while it has all the cliche trappings of a vampire show (sometimes overly dramatic dialogue and generally awkwardly melodramatic moments) it's a really well written show. And, within the show, it all happens in real life. The premise is that vampires have not only come out of the shadows and made it known they exist, but they are trying to get rights. The Vampire Rights Amendment, marriage rights, stuff like that. The show itself takes place in a small Louisiana town, where a lot of prejudice still exists against vampires, so the whole thing has a sort of civil rights in the '60s feel. Due to this, the vampires (well, most of them) function within society. They have cell phones, hang out at the local bar, date humans.

I was totally taken with the show right away. It's very dark (of course) and there is a lot of violence and sex. I mean, it is HBO after all. But it's still a great, great show, and if you haven't seen it yet, I suggest you tune in.

Season 2 Promo

Tattoo Number Seven?

As I was doing the dishes this afternoon, it dawned on me that I might actually be going to Kenya in a few months. There is a good chance I might be going, and I feel more and more confident that I will everyday. Among other things, this means I might end up getting my seventh tattoo at some point in the upcoming months.

I came up with this idea long before Angelina Jolie started doing something similar on her arm. After I got back from Paris, I started thinking about what kind of tattoo I could get that would have something to do with traveling, since it's something that's really important to me. The idea I came up with was this: upon visiting a country, I want to get the longitude and latitude coordinates of the capital city on my back. Down one side, I'd just go straight down the line and add as I go. I wanted to get it done in the countries I visit, but I also wanted to keep it on order, meaning I'd have to get the coordinates for Washington, Sydney, Wellington, and Paris before going to Kenya. The only thing that's problematic about this is that I really want to get a tattoo in Paris, and haven't come up with one yet. So, I had thought about getting the coordinates for Paris next time I'm there, which I still might do -- just leave some space in order to do so.

So, basically, I might be getting another tattoo. No time soon, and not for sure, but it is something I'm thinking about, especially if I get accepted into the Study Abroad program.

New Blog News

So, after a stressful week with a lot of tears, I started a new blog. Basically, it's function is to help me straight out a few things I haven't done a good job of addressing in the past, as well as work on a few things I need to do a better job of, like relationships with people who are going to propel me forward and help me, rather than be, basically, douchebags. I don't want this blog to be dominated with my whining about this problem or that problem, so I started New Rules so this can remain a chronicle of my last year of college/first time living on my own.

So, check that shit out! I really want to hear feedback on New Rules, since this is kind of an alternative to talking about things I have going on. It's easier for me to write about my problems than talk about them.