Frat Parties

It seems like frat parties are taking over my life. First, Erik's "frat party" birthday theme - complete with half-naked girls, loud dudes checking out asses, flip cup and streakers. Now, I am off to my brother's family weekend at Penn State to enjoy a night of good ol' college frat parties. (Didn't I try to avoid them after my sophomore year of college?) It will be fun though - I hope the new R. Kelly (chapter 1) song plays loudly and all the frat boys listen and laugh at the lyrics (high hopes: frat boys listening and appreciating lyrics other than "I wanna lick, lick, lick, lick you from your head to your toes"; wait, I guess the R. Kelly lyrics aren't much classier....).

Maybe i need to go buy hot pants and a tube top so I can fit in. Damn, there are no Juicy stores around here or Abercrombie's. What's a girl to do? I guess I can just rely on the fact that the boys will get wasted and after a few beers I'll be a hottie to them even in thrift store goodies.

The true decision is - is it so awful for doug and i to dance with college freshman? Lolita and the Graduate style?

lyrics

Have you ever heard a song and you forgot you were listening to music - you swore that someone was talking to you. Talking to straight to your heart. I sound cheesy. But, you listen to this song - whatever song it is - and you've never heard it before and you don't know why. You think you should have heard about it by now. C'mon, why not from that guy with the great music collection or that girl who always knew the words to every song when she got in the car with you, no matter what station. It slipped through the cracks until the time when it was able to harmonize perfectly with something inside of you.

That's when you feel warmth throughout your whole body. And you feel human. And you feel connected. And, all you can do is smile with your eyes.

why can't i think this is funny?

http://www.savetoby.com/

love you freddi buns!

late nights & whiskey

make me want to have my rescuer throw rocks at my window and tell me that all will be okay.

you know my secrets

sometimes I feel like a character in a book I read awhile back. and b/c i feel like this character I want to have his friends. I question the same things he questions. I want to partake in the same activities. We are the same.

Then, I think back to how pieces of my past, how different "me"s make my decisions today. How i can't erase, i can only (re)cover.

I haven't been doing that well lately.