this weekend i actually had time to play with my friends and neglect my schoolwork. RAWK! my randomly assigned freshman year roommate from northwestern came to play with me, and it ruled. not only did she buy me a twirling spaghetti fork for my fork collection,
but she also helped me eat my delicious belated birthday cake. yum.
we spent friday night out at the bars (no, i did not drink) and met a creepy mythology phd student who kept telling us that everything in life is a myth. we wished that he was. saturday we walked around downtown santa barbara (not that tough, as it's essentially only one street big). then we napped, saw the new will farrell movie (p.s. i am SO in love with will farrell it's ridiculous. tall, curly hair, hilarious, gorgeous. . .sigh. . . ), and headed out to meet erin, elizabitch (aka liz), and two of liz's friends at joe's (the bar in town with the stiffest drinks). i couldn't find a shirt that fit right, so i grabbed my scissors, made a few slices, and SHAZAM! an instant trashy jersey girl shirt. i threw a cross around my neck for good measure, and then we were good to go.
11 years ago (when we met) people thought we looked like twins. now it's more like cousins.
for the record, MY BOOBS ARE REAL. over the course of the night, five people asked me if they were real or not. i know it's hard to believe that someone who lives in california has
naturally occuring well-shaped breasts, but i am blessed with good genes. i don't have pancake boobs. i don't have wall-eyed boobs. i don't have boobs that are out of proportion to the rest of my body. i invest in good bras, do a lot of lateral pulldowns and butterfly thingies at the gym, and sleep in a sports bra to avoid ligament tearing or squishing. that said, we're not ever going to talk about this again. deal? deal.
at joe's i spotted a fine young man at the bar who was perfect for me, but it turns out that he couldn't make me laugh. that's a deal breaker. blah. upset over the lack of date-able men in santa barbara, furn and i headed to the neighborhood meat market (tonic), but not before stopping at the pizza place to grab a slice for furn and a free lolly for me from earl (the perv bouncer who is in love with me and always tries to unhook my bra when i hug him).
we waited in a long line at tonic to get in (sucked), but we didn't have to pay because we're cute girls (ruled). we met up with my roommate and some friends and danced a few jigs on the floor. then we trolled for men, couldn't find any good ones, and left for dargan's. no cute boys there either. onward to the press room, where we met up once again with erin, liz, katie, and cassie. we also met up with a danish douchebag who got furious with me when i wouldn't go outside to watch him smoke a cigarette. i told him i hate cigarettes and won't stand next to smokers or ever go on dates with smokers. he then went off on a tear about how americans are so stupid because they treat smokers poorly and he only smokes one cigarette every two weeks anyhow and he can't believe i wouldn't go on a date with him because of that. he fought at me for about 5 minutes before he switched gears and started fighting with erin when she called him out on the fact that he's a sleazebag because he goes out to bars and hits on girls while his girlfriend stays home and takes care of his kid. oh snap. the fighting began to get hard to listen to, so furn and i bailed out and went home to eat burritos and go to sleep. yay. sleep.
it's only $13.95, i'm not buying it for myself, and i will be needing some housewarming gifts when i move to boston. just saying. get it here.
11 years ago (when we met) people thought we looked like twins. now it's more like cousins.
for the record, MY BOOBS ARE REAL. over the course of the night, five people asked me if they were real or not. i know it's hard to believe that someone who lives in california has naturally occuring well-shaped breasts, but i am blessed with good genes. i don't have pancake boobs. i don't have wall-eyed boobs. i don't have boobs that are out of proportion to the rest of my body. i invest in good bras, do a lot of lateral pulldowns and butterfly thingies at the gym, and sleep in a sports bra to avoid ligament tearing or squishing. that said, we're not ever going to talk about this again. deal? deal.
we waited in a long line at tonic to get in (sucked), but we didn't have to pay because we're cute girls (ruled). we met up with my roommate and some friends and danced a few jigs on the floor. then we trolled for men, couldn't find any good ones, and left for dargan's. no cute boys there either. onward to the press room, where we met up once again with erin, liz, katie, and cassie. we also met up with a danish douchebag who got furious with me when i wouldn't go outside to watch him smoke a cigarette. i told him i hate cigarettes and won't stand next to smokers or ever go on dates with smokers. he then went off on a tear about how americans are so stupid because they treat smokers poorly and he only smokes one cigarette every two weeks anyhow and he can't believe i wouldn't go on a date with him because of that. he fought at me for about 5 minutes before he switched gears and started fighting with erin when she called him out on the fact that he's a sleazebag because he goes out to bars and hits on girls while his girlfriend stays home and takes care of his kid. oh snap. the fighting began to get hard to listen to, so furn and i bailed out and went home to eat burritos and go to sleep. yay. sleep.
