Update

Alright, so I'm in Chicago, and I'm already itching to be back in Boston. I can't believe how tangible the feeling of missing everyone and everything is. I've found myself going on facebook and just stalking everyone and looking at pictures and just getting so sad because of what I've missed. It's a very odd feeling to know that Australia was so worth it and Chicago has been fun, but to know that you've missed alot. Especially with friends who are leaving (ahem KOB and Danielle).

It's also the realization that I've changed and I'm a little apprehensive about how it'll be when I get back. The biggest change has been how serious I am about my schoolwork. I'm worrying I'm not going to be fun anymore!!! I've even been considering going inactive with Sigma so that I can get better grades--- but I really really don't want to!! The verdict's still out on that though.

I miss all the Bondies too!! It'll be fun to do Aussie parties and such. It'll be nice to have friends outside of Greek Life too, which I was kind of missing before.

So I'm working at Starbucks and going to class (rocking at organic- B+ in lecture and an A in lab first semester and I got a 81% on the first test of second semester). I really really love the people that I work with!! I've started running with a few girls, laurel, beth and emily, from work in the morning. Also there's Ali and Dana who are so much fun, they make me laugh so hard. And there's Dave, who is probably the sweetest guy and funny too! And there's the hulk, chris, who is a huuuuuge body builder and looks fucking hysterical working the register because he looks like he could crush it at any minute.

I've gone out a few times. The first time was to a party and I felt really out of place because I didn't know anyone. I felt like a freshman again. It also really wasn't my crowd, so I felt out of place too (hard to explain). Also, Erin and I went Salsa dancing as a little benefit that Dave (that I work with) DJ'ed for. We've also gone to Oasis (bouncer gave me a hard time with my id) and to Hamilton's. Last Sunday we went to see Margaret Cho. She came to Chicago as part of the Gay Games. She's so fucking funny!!! I had a blast.

Alright I think that's it!! I also think that no one reads this anymore =( but if you do... I have my orgo final on Aug 11th, go to see WIcked on Aug 15, turn 21 on the 16th, see third eye blind on the 24th and fly back into Boston on the 26th!!!!!!!!

Places I've Been...

I wanted to get this out of my facebook profile... but didn't want to delete it entirely, so just ignore it completely.


Brisbane 01.26- 01.27
Great Keppel Island 02.02- 02.05
Skydiving 02.10
Camp Fraser 02.17- 02.19
Sydney 02.23- 02.25
Brisbane 03.04- 03.05
Nimbin & Byron Bay 03.05
Currumbin 03.09
Rainforest 03.10- 03.11
Melbourne 03.17- 03.19
Great Barrier Reef Cancelled =(
Singapore 03.26- 03.28
Thailand 03.28- 03.06
New Zealand 04.12- 04.18
Sounds of Silence 04.19
Uluru and Outback 04.19- 04.23
Fiji 04.25- 05.02
New York 05.03- 05.07
Ohio 05.07- 05.21
Chicago 05.21- 08.31
then Boston again!!

yet another thought I had on my way to take a shower

So I was studying my body in the mirror just now and began contemplating the part of my body that just doesn't know what to do with itself. It is my lower back, or at least I would most likely name it my lower back, but I'm pretty sure that it was supposed to be my butt. Now, for anyone who's seen me naked, which unfortunately is anyone who's ever gone late night drinking with me, you may know what I'm talking about. I've had boyfriends just perperlexed by what it is. I'll tell you the story in a minute... the water's still running for my shower.

Alright, I'm back, and like an 8 year old with ADD I forgot what I was doing.... I was writing about my butack (combination butt and back). I've noticed that I actually sit on my butack rather than my butt when I'm comfortable. I had a dog once that did that. It was cute on him, not so sure it's cute on me.

So you may be wondering if I just have a saggy ass and the flesh has just lost it's battle with gravity. That's not it. If you've ever felt my butt, which is again, if you've ever been late night drinking with me, it's pretty hard. What little butt I do have is tight when I've been working out. I've become convinced that this part of my body should just be reversed with the front part... like when you have those blocks with people on them and you can swing around one part to change the outfit. I gain weight right in that part of my stomach, so if it were on my back instead, I would no longer have the butack. Man if I ever met my creator, I am going to slap him like the drunken russian monkey that he is.

In all my infinite wisdom...

I have learned that there are some people that you just cannot trust to get shit done when you need them to.

Here's my list so far:

travel agents that work at the school that you are attending
Why? Because they can fuck up and get no reprecussions because they are on school grounds and people will continue to come to them out of convenience and lazyness just like I did

small shit banks
Why? Because when your credit card number is stolen and charges are made, they cannot handle the fact that you are out of the country for four months and subsequently nail your ass to check systems where you are no longer able to open any sort of bank account for the next 5 years.... this is also why I have three banks and not just one.

my mother
Why? Because when it doesn't directly apply to her, it doesn't really matter when it gets done

Airline sales
Why? Because the minute that you actually have the dates and everything planned, ticket prices go through the roof

And finally...
Myself
Why? Because I need a blackberry, stickies on my computer, two different calendars, assorted notes written on receipts and notes on my hands to simply remember what time I need to be at work.


People I can trust to get shit done:

Apple
-this lady said that she couldn't give me a deal on my ipod, but credited my card for $50 for buying a computer

Erin
-just a very dependable person

God
-hahahahahah... just kidding

Dreams, Bombs and Self-Diagnosis with a healthy serving of bugs.

So I just woke up to a yellow sky. I don't mean sunshine yellow, I mean sickly ghastly gross Starbucks egg shirt colored yellow. I just lifted my head up and looked out the window and thought that I was still dreaming. I sat up, looked around, pinched myself and nope, not dreaming. So my next thought was, uh oh, I have jaundice... so not cool. But then I'm like, I think that if I had jaundice my skin would turn yellow, but I doubt that my eyes would cloud over with a yellow haze. So my next thought was that a bomb had gone off. You know, it looked kinda like pictures you see on CNN or the History Channel about war stories. If the bomb had gone off, my mother would be proven right... a bomb had gone off next to my head and I had not woken up. But then I corrected myself that it probably looked yellow on tv because it was shot in a desert not the middle of a Chicago suburb. So now I'm sitting here, looking out the window, wondering what the hell has caused this yellow color. It's kind of like the lights from the El across the street have multiplied and are now coloring their world in their particularly unusual tint. It's starting to lift, but I'm not sure that I want to go running if it's yellow out. There's gotta be something wrong with this particular hue. Something that causes the sky to be yellow, cannot be good for your lungs. I wish I could better describe the sky right now, but it's just yellow. Gross yellow.

On another note, I have bugs. Some people have dogs, some people have cats, I have bugs. First I was the ant lady. They were biting me in my bed, mocking me from my ceiling, crawling into my bookbag and crawling on my legs. I on many occasions have seen them fall out of my stuff and onto the floor in chem lab and at work. They were coming out of the wall. I mean, seriously, have you ever seen ants coming out of a hole in the wall and marching a large scale parade down your walls and windows? Well I have, and let me tell you, that after a week of chasing them around wearing nothing but a pink mini robe and a towel on my head with a vaccuum in one hand and a roll of toilet paper in the other- I was not amused by the ant parade. So I followed the ants around, moved some furniture, figured out that hairspray is not a great ant repellent but it's a good ant propellant and finally found where the ants were marching on from... my window sill. There was a teeny tiny hole and they were all filing out of it. So I grabbed my tp and smushed them all. I took down my curtains and smushed all the ants on there too. I then decided that packing tape solves all problems and hairsprayed the hole and then put packing tape over it. It may sound ridiculous, but it worked. Theeeennn, I found silverfish. I woke up one morning to pee, and found a little silverfish crawling on the floor. Oh great, these things are like coachroaches... where there's one, there's 10 million and they love to come out when it's warm. I also found the mother of all silverfish on my ceiling. I killed it, and it only took the power of the pink robe, jacked up hair, some tp taped to the end of a broom, and a little screaming that it was going to fall on my face.

Now, guess what Erin and I are finding. Earwigs. Yes, the little creatures that I had found on Fraser Island and had my amusing little stupid American story about have come back to haunt me. And Erin. I found one in my shoe going to work. I don't know if you've ever seen one, but they are one of the grossest bugs that I've ever seen. They are almost on the same level as coachroaches. It's the little pinchers on their butts that add that extra bit of disturbing nature to them. I don't believe for a second that they're harmless. If I had those pinchers on my butt, I would for sure use them for evil over good. I'd be pinching people and running after them all the time. Are you to have me believe that this little bug is not going to use those things to protect itself when a crazy pink robed lady is coming at it with the death paper?? Come on.

Alright, so now it's raining. I really am not going running.