It's ALL about ME!

10:08am: You know it was a good night when...
You are searching all over Facebook for the name of the guy (one of the guys) you made out with in the hall of Harlan.

But really, I was drunk last night. But I was coherent and remember 100% of the night.
I just can't remember if any of the three guys I made out with were good kissers. Oooops.
All and all, it was a good night.

I feel a little sick. I mixed sooo much alcohol. I had a beer, then a bottle of wine, vanilla vodka and pepsi, and Amaretto shots in beer? I don't even fucking know. It makes me sick just thinking about it. Saki bombs. Jungle juice. Gross!!

Uhm, I just got this... flashback.. of me making out with, in a crowded room, the guy that I can't remember his name!! He was cute, too. I'd see him before. And he kinda reminded me of a guy I used to be obsessed with. I was pretty smooth. He was about to walk by and I stood in front of him and said, "Stop, I'm not letting you pass me again without introducing myself".

Shawn left me a Myspace message, and it was civil. And for some reason, that makes me really happy. I don't know if it's because Shawn meant a lot to me, or because I really couldn't live with hating Tiffany's boyfriend.

Shit, my head hurts like a mother, and I have to go to lunch with the volleyball team.
OH! By the way, we beat Knox on Friday and North Park yesterday. But we lost to Osh Kosh.

I am so scared to start going to swim practices.

And I have a buttload of hw.

Oh, and I've had a revelation.. I will make out with guys when I'm drunk. That's it. Being drunk is my ONLY excuse for making out with guys. And making out is the ONLY thing that will be excused.
I'm not going to DATE a guy here at Lake Forest College, but, dammit, I will not be a skank.

Agenda for this week (we'll see this goes):
Today-- Doing all the homework I can possibly do, especially my Romeo and Juliet essay. IN THE LIBRARY. And at some point, going to the gym and working out. Because I'm fat as hell.
Oh, and I will not be at the Pink Spiders and Good Charlotte show, because I have no friends, and because I need to do homework, and work out.
Tomorrow-- Seven AM weights. Gah. I might try to swim before volleyball, depending on how my hair looks tomorrow. But running, doing something for, at least, an hour before practice. And going to THE LIBRARY to do homework, because I can't focus when I'm in my room with the Disney channel on.

I'm home for a little less than 24 hours in SEVEN DAYS!!
Which means I get to see GIGI and TESS and TIFFANY!!
And my daddy, who I haven't seen for two months, and my mom, who I haven't seen for 2 days, and my brother who I haven't seen in 2 weeks.

12:20pm: When you're in high school, you walk along with all your friends, and there is always a bunch of people around. So, when you see someone coming, they come up fast, and so its not very ackward. It's just a quick hello.

In college, you walk by yourself a lot, because everyone is so spread out. EVERYTHING is spread out. And very rarely is any one place very crowded. So, when you're walking (alone), and you see someone (someone you hooked up with while you were drunk, or someone that carried you when you were drunk, or really just someone that lives down the hall or you're acquaintances with that YOU HAVE TO SAY HELLO TO) walking toward you...

Is this confusing?

They are walking toward you from a very far distance.. You're both alone. You don't know each other very well, but you pretty much have to say hello. You're walking, and there is still a great distance with no one else around..

Does anyone else feel really ackward in this situation?

When do you say hello?
If you say hello before you've passed, you might have to talk, and what if you don't anything to say?

It's just such an ackward.. everything in college.

COLLEGE IS ACKWARD.
Sunday mornings ARE ACKWARD AS HELL.

This is growing up.

8:28am: This is what I said on a bulletin I left on Myspace:

I think that wearing your heart on your sleeve is stupid.

I think that you have to trust someone in order to be happy, but when you find out that it was all a lie, the happiness wasn't really worth it.

I think that getting emotionally attached really isn't the "thing" to do.

I think that if one more of my friends tell me that I should like just one guy, I'll explain to them what exactly one guy has done, and what one guy will do to me.

I think that it isn't a matter of self-worth or self-esteem, I think I'm just stronger than you.

Basically, I'm sick of friends who tell me who and how many to date.

I'm sick of people that LIE.

I'm sick of people thinking that think they are so much better than everyone else. ESPECIALLY people who think that are hotter than they actually are.

Take it from me, LA or Chicago, they lie, cheat, and steal..


But what I really want to say is this..

I reread my posts about when I liked (loved?) Nick Blackwell. I was so heartbroken. Had Matt Snider not come along, I may have gone to Chaminade still crying over Nick. When that didn't work out, I got SO jaded. So ridiculously jaded. And it was going just fine for me. Just fucking fine. And then I, oh hey, I'm going to give everything I have into this quasi-relationship even though I'm moving to fucking Chicago.
I didn't think I could do it. Really open up, and tell someone exactly how I feel.
I should have just ended it on August 15th..
Afterall, it really was, and only could be a summer
fling
infatuation
lust
passion
Love?

I don't know.
What it was.

But I put myself out there.
Which was really brave, and mature, and just a really sweet thing for me to do.
And dammit, I am proud of myself for doing it.

Was it all a lie?
No.
I said that sophomore year, but I knew it wasn't true. Nick liked me a lot. We were going out. I mean, sure, we were, what, 15? But the point is, it wasn't a lie. He lied. I lied. But the whole friendship wasn't a lie.
So, was this summer all a lie?
No.
He liked me. He lied (A fucking hell of a lot more than I did). I lied. But the whole friendship wasn't a lie. It just ceased to exist. I'm going to go with, just because he lied to me about just about everything, his feelings, when he expressed, were genuine at the time. But he never meant those feelings to be unconditional. I was just way too convenient.

Maybe, I don't want to be convenient.

But then Elizabeth would be right, she'd be right when she said I'm not happy doing what I'm doing.
But I think she's wrong. I think I'm happy keeping my feelings inside. Saying things like, "Hey gorgeous, when are we gonna hang out again?", instead of "I really enjoying spending time with you, I'd like to get to know you better".

I'm not confused, though.

Now, I'm late for class.

12:22am: bathrooms
I’ve been meaning to make a post on my live journal…
And I have THE perfect topic…
 
I went to the bathroom this afternoon in one of the old buildings (Carnegie) that I have class in, and it is probably one of the nastiest bathrooms, I’ve ever been in. Not only does it smell like something died in there, but there are spider webs everywhere, and the ceilings are so low, I almost hit my head going into a stall.
And you know what it reminded me of?
 
When Tiffany and I drove to Long Beach/Compton for the first time this summer, we had VENTI VANILLA LATTES in Calabasas. Yeah, AND I forgot to get gas. So, by the time we sit in traffic for an hour, we finally get to the airport and we CANNOT wait any longer to pee. (Damn those vanilla lattes.) So, we stop at a Mobil off of Howard Hughes Pkwy, and sure enough, the bathroom is closed. I couldn’t wait, though, and I begged the attendant to let me go in. And that shit was naaasty. The floor was flooded, the toilet had pee in it. Yeah, I had to pee THAT bad.
 
So, that got me thinking about OTHER nasty-ass bathrooms…
 
Like Venice Beach. Sure, ALL beach bathrooms are disgusting. But Venice Beach has, by the far, THE nastiest bathroom I have EVER been in. Absolutely disgusting. It made me want to throw up.
 
And then again, that tree at Oak Park High School me and Tess had to pee on at 3 in the morning on August 16 because no bathrooms were open was pretty gross, too.
 
And the charter bus we took to Reno, uhm, that was pretty disgusting. It smelled.. and sloshed around at every bump.
 
But, then, I got thinking not only about disgusting bathrooms, but just situations, in general, that involved me or someone else having to pee really bad, or just any bathroom situation whatsoever.
 
Here’s what I came up with…
 
-- Gigi and I went to Nick’s birthday party at some random house in Malibu over Christmas break. (Was it Christmas Break ’05? I think so.) I had a few beers, and really had to pee, and Gigi had to pee, like always. Well, the toilet (the only toilet in the house) didn’t flush and there was no toilet paper. We peed anyway.  She made it in the toilet. I somehow managed to pee on my jeans. I do not how it was possible. And even though Gigi was wearing three layers, she refused to lend me a shirt to tie around my waste. So, I walked around with my hand behind my ass, because I pissed myself… THAT SAME NIGHT… We left that party, and I had to pee when we left, and by the time we got through the canyon, I REALLY had to pee. Sure it was 2 in the morning, but holy shit, I needed to find somewhere to pee. She wouldn’t even pull over to let me pee on the side of the road. It was the worst I have ever had to pee. Thanks for the torture, Gigi, it really toughened me up.
 
-- Tess and I drove to Costa Mesa at 3 in the afternoon, on a school day, once. To chase some Australian boys. I won’t get into the whole story, but I had to pee before we got on the 405. Two hours later, I thought my bladder was going to burst. Tess, too. We even considered peeing in her empty Snapple bottle. We sat on the 405 for THREE HOURS, having to pee, having NO WAY to get off the freeway. Let’s just say, that exit, that Subway we stopped in to pee, was the most orgasmic experience I had that week. (I wouldn’t say the same for Tess. Jon didn’t have a girlfriend.)
 
-- Did anyone notice that Chaminade’s gym girls’ bathroom ALWAYS smelled like rotten ranch dressing??
 
-- In junior high, at St. Judes, Gigi actually got a doctor’s note so that she could go to the bathroom anytime she wanted. I actually remember her telling Mrs. Boggs, “I have a doctor’s note!”  She used it in high school, too.
 
-- After a scrumptious dinner at La Salsa at the Promenade, Gigi and I decided to use the restroom. She goes, and when I go in to go… There is piss ALL OVER the seat. Yeah, Gigi missed the fucking toilet bowl.
 
-- My sophomore year at Westlake High School, I had a certain Spanish teacher for Spanish DOS. I had her 5th period. The one right before lunch. Well, at break, I would always buy a bottle of water and drink it in 4th period. By Spanish time, I’d have to pee. She would NEVER let me pee. I will forever have bladder problems because of that woman. I would cry, beg, and threaten to pee in her trashcan. I would sprint, the SECOND the bell rang, to the bathroom, and still have to wait in a line of 12 people. Stupid bitch.
 
--At Chaminade, I’d see Gigi in bathroom more than anyone. We just happened to go to the same bathroom, at the same time, very often.
 
-- The first time I was ever high, I knew I was high, because I thought I spent an hour peeing the Taco Bell bathroom.
 
-- Times I’ve been drunk, and disappeared into a bathroom for a long time…
                -- Carls Jr. with Tony Occhipinti and Tony Scott waiting.
                -- A gas station.. with Tony Occhipinti waiting (he waited for me outside random bathrooms A LOT!)
                -- A park bathroom in Newbury Park, with Ryan and Sam waiting.
                -- At a party in Thousand Oaks, a guy actually went in with me to pee.
 
-- Gigi. Tiffany. Veneza. How many HOURS of our lives have been spent inside the girls bathroom of the Barnes and Nobles at the Promenade?
-- Does anyone else feel bad about using a fast food restaurant’s bathroom (like McDonald’s) and not buying any food???
 
Nope, I’m not done. Keep on reading!! And I hope you’re thinking about your own bathroom adventures with me!
 
-- I probably haven’t told you this. But on Saturday, I got stuck in a Port-a-Potty bathroom, because I was so drunk, and my friend Megan (poor thing) had to talk me through the traumatic experience.
 
-- When Tiffany and I were, oh, I don’t know, maybe 12, we went shopping with her grandma. We were in the Robinson’s May bathroom (or was it JC Penny’s?), when we hear someone grunting and then finally letting out a huge fart, and probably some poop, too. I say, “Wasn’t me!” We could not help but crack up laughing.
 
-- Last year, I rushed from volleyball practice to pick up Tess and meet Gigi at Pavillions so that we could haul ass down to Ventura, yet again, chasing a boy. Well, my the time I picked up Tess, I had to pee really bad. By the time we got to Pavillions, I ran like a mad woman into Pavillions, barefoot, in a sports bra, and jeans, in order to pee. Why didn’t I go at Tess’? Didn’t want to be late for Gigi. Gigi didn’t get to Pavillions until 20 minutes after I peed.
 
-- I slept on Tess’ dad’s ass. Actually, I just passed out on her downstairs toilet after drinking too much beer.
 
-- When I went to Santa Barbara with Tess and Tawny, I was partying like crazy crazy. Taking tequila shots off Tawny and Tess, making out with everyone… and then I woke up at 4 in the morning on the bathroom floor.
 
-- I don’t remember if this was Gigi or Tess… I think it was Gigi at the beach house.. “Why does it smell like fire in the bathroom?”. Matches. Hahaha. Tiffany took her matches on Kairos.
 
-- When I applied to work at the Westlake Village Inn, I took a drug test. You know, I peed in a cup. Tess, for her drug test, left them a little something extra.
 
-- Did you know Tiffany and I didn’t poop for FIVE DAYS at outdoor ed in 5th grade?? She was sick as a dog on the last day.
 
-- Haha. Vegas trip 2004. On the way home, Amanda took the WRONG way, and we (Kellie, Tess, Amanda, and I) were stuck in the middle of the fucking desert on a closed road, and I had to pee like there was no tomorrow.
 
-- Me and my brother made up a song, “I gotta pee like a racehorseeee..” It’s got a really nice beat to it, ask me to sing it for you sometime.
 
-- At the beginning of the summer, Tony Scott had to pee really bad at like midnight. Since we were in Thousand Oaks, we stopped at the mall. ONE door was open at the entrance near Johnny Rockets. And then the Johnny Rockets door was open. NO ONE was in there. So, she went in and peed. As I waited outside the door, just waiting for someone to come out from the back. No one did. We successfully broke into the mall to pee. Haha.
 
-- One of the coolest bathrooms I’ve ever been in: Papas ‘n Beer in Encinadas, Mexico.
 
-- This summer, towards the end, Gigi decided she was going to drive 15 miles out of her way to get cheaper gas in the Valley, at like Fallbrook and Vanowen or something. Well, we ended hanging out at that gas station for like 2 hours. Finally, Gigi had to pee, and it was probably the sketchiest bathroom venture ever. We thought we were going to get killed.
 
-- Oak Park’s gym’s girl’s bathroom.. is disgusting. Just thought you should know.
 
-- Chaminade’s bathrooms with the automatic flusher. Just pissed me off.

-- Or the first time I ever hung out with Tess, we went to In 'N Out in the valley, and I had to pee so bad! Tess REFUSED to gently guide my car through the drive-thru while I peed. So, I had to wait. The code for the In 'N Out bathroom in the valley is 134, in case you were wondering.
 
That’s all I can think of right now, and I should really be getting to class. Comment me more memories!

6:26pm: I LOVE TESS RYBOWIAK!!

4:27pm:

In seventh grade, the guy I had a crush on (a huge crush) said he did not like me and that I was fat.

 

Freshman year, my voice teacher told me I would never be able to sing well.

 

I didn’t make Westlake’s volleyball team sophomore year.

 

Nick broke up with me last January and hooked up with my best friend that night.

 

This summer, the guy that I thought was absolutely perfect told me he couldn’t see me anymore because his mom didn’t approve of me.

 

Gigi and I had a huge fight earlier this year, and she said to me all the things anyone could say behind my back.

 

Those times in my life were very, very significant. They were times in my life when I was at an absolute low. They were times in my life when I felt the absolute worst about myself. Well, I am adding Sunday to that list. I honestly care about the girls on my volleyball and I would do absolutely anything for them. Anything. I care about each and every one of them. It’s one thing to realize that one of your friends talks about you behind your back, but a completely different thing to realize that seven people you thought were your friends completely abandon you and then completely condemn you.

 

I have always said what you do not know will not hurt you and I was actually just telling Tiffany yesterday that I would rather have a fake friend than no friend at all. Fake friends will pretend to care. And I respect that. Because you can only pretend so much and in the process of pretending, you actually are caring. And Sunday opened my eyes to something completely different.

 

I know none of the girls on my team have live journals or read this, but if I could say anything to them, I know what I would say:

Do not even bother to pretend you like me if you don’t.

I still care and still would do anything I could for you.

Do not pretend to be a caring person, ever, because you are not.

I would always defend you, support you, and help you.

You disappointed me so much this weekend.

And finally, don’t let our volleyball suffer.

 

Such bullshit.

3:17pm: I got a reality check today. It’s about time a big fat one makes me really want to kick the shit out of someone.

On a positive note, the AP US history test was a breeze. I hardly even opened my REA book and I know I passed. Also, I finally went to the Total Woman in Woodland Hills and it’s awesome.

But about my reality check. I take my friends for granted. Here’s the thing, though. I try so ridiculously hard to maintain relationships with my friends (When I say friends, I’m talking about those that I care so much about, whether or not the feeling is mutual). I love them so much and I would do anything for them. The “You would have done the same thing” really, really doesn’t apply. I try so hard. In the process of avoiding any single tiny thing that may produce any sort of disagreement. In the process of fighting (That’s what it feels like.) to keep up a friendship. In the intricate process of maintenance, I lose a part of myself. All those times when I struggled to watch my words and actions so that my friends smile at me instead of reprimand me. All those times I kept my mouth shut in fear of saying the wrong thing. All those times. I wasn’t myself. I wasn’t Nicole. They aren’t friends with me; they’re friends with someone I’m not. What have I been fighting for? Someone to hang out with on Saturday nights? Someone to eat lunch with? Someone who’ll give me a ride if I absolutely need one? I know what I haven’t been fighting for. That’s someone who will help me, someone who won’t judge me, someone who will tell me it’s okay to cry, someone to tell me that it is okay, someone to tell me that I’m a good person, sometime to… love me and care about me. Why can’t I be who am I? I’m not someone who is afraid to speak her mind. What have I become? A coward. And that is so true. I am such a coward. It isn’t like I didn’t know, but I was too afraid to let go of something so fucking convenient, so ridiculously fundamental. Every time I get a glimpse of reality, I whine about it for awhile and then realize that I like the way things are on the surface. I can just remain at this stasis and not have to struggle to reform. Will that be the case again? Possibly. If I want to be Nicole. This Nicole. Me. I can’t go back. I’ll just sit there knowing I am too weak to even say “I won’t do this anymore”. WHAT AM I AFRAID OF?!?!

I love my friends. I really, really do. They are always my prayers. And I always think of them before I think of anything else. It’s so unconditional, too. I will love them forever, no matter what happens. I just need some love back. (I hope if Tony ever reads this, he’ll slap me across the face.)

I keep thinking about the time when Kellie and I were crying in the bathroom. Thanks, Kellie, for telling me it’s okay to cry. I really needed that. I needed someone to understand that I’m not as emotionally stable as I could be and that I do need a shoulder to cry on, whether it’s because I can’t call my new boyfriend because my phone is dead and all I know is that there is a six in his number or because I’m dwelling on something really painful.

Then I think about all the strange, weird, dirty, crazy things I can say or do when I’m around Tess. If Tess has ever judged me, she has never once made any allusion to it. Thanks, Tess, for letting me be myself. I needed someone that will let me be a little slut every once in awhile. I needed someone who won’t frown on something I do and think badly of me when I do something a little bit unorthodox.

I keep thinking of Dominic. Thanks, Dominic, for never ever being condescending when I tried to be philosophical. I needed someone to listen to me rant with my half-brain. I needed to someone who would give me advice when I really, honestly needed it. And most importantly, I needed someone who could forgive. Thanks, Dominic, for forgiving me.

I’m so exhausted. I feel like a complete failure. I’m not really losing any weight and I’m not really gaining any worthwhile companions. My prom dress is over three hundred dollars, and I still have SATs and AP Physics. But I feel a little better and I know I have something really significant to work for, and that is a worthwhile friendship. And as a little absent-minded reminder, I will never stop loving any of my friends, because friendship to me isn’t how much they love me, it is how much I love them.


<3

10:55am:

I have had the best spring break of my entireee life.. Just like my best break ever!

Thursday - Tess and I had our fiiirst swing dancing classes. It wasn't as exciting as we thought and because we didn't have partners, we had to dance with old men. I picked the nice old man; she picked the gross one. Then her and I went to Best Buy to see Ben and Rocky and we went to Nick's, but he told me I couldn't stay because I make everyone feel uncomfortable.

Friday - Omg, Friday! I almost couldn't remember. Hah. Everyone went to Dominica's birthday dinner. I took Rocky for Tess. Afterwards, Tess, Rocky, and I went to Cameron and watched porn, danced dirty, played hide-and-go-seek, and spin the bottle. Cameron wasn't supposed to have people over and we were playing hide-and-go-seek when his parents came home. Everyone was hiding except for me and his mum walked into his room and there I was sitting on his bed. I mad dashed out of there. Hah. Then Tess, Rocky, and I went to the park.

Saturday - I went park-hopping for like four hours. And got a splinter in my foot. If you ever go park-hopping, go to Newbury Park, it's the best there. And my auntie made an amazing family dinner.

Sunday - Happy Easter! I hung out with Dominica Sunday. It was like mad fun. Before her and I even left Julia's neighborhood, Dominica found us people to hang out with. They were so fucking awesome. I played poker with Joey and Kenny and owned them so bad. And then I beat them in crazzyy eights.

Monday - By far, the greatest Gigi and Nicole Day ever. First, we went to La Salsa (good times), then we went to Ralphs, so I could get Febreeze since my car always smells like ass. Afterwards, we went to Ig and she helped me pick out the cutest bathing suit and we went to Eileen's and I helped her decide to buy a gorgeous Juicy bracelet and jacket. Gigi had a verryyyy good shopping day. I had to go home, but then I went back out and Gig and I played volleyball with a whole bunch of guys at Agoura. Gigi fucking owned them all with her amazing serving. Then Tess, Rocky, and Ben showed up, followed by Dominica and her friends. I went to Carl's Jr. afterwards with Tess and then Dominica showed up, so we left and went to the park and played ten fingers on the top of the monkey bars. Dominica called me and I went to pick her up and we went to Joey's house, which was way fun again. They didn't want to hang out with us anymore, so I dropped Dominica off with british Nick (I know, Dominica, I'm sorry). Even though Tess sent me some pretty horrible text messages that night, I still went to the park to say hi to all them before I went home.

Tuesday - I left with my family to go to San Francisco. I thought it was going to be total ass. But it really wasn't at all. We got there in the afternoon and we stayed like right on the wharf. It was awesome. That night me and my mum went to Rainforest Cafe and we all walked around the wharf, even though it was completely freezing.

Wednesday - My mum and I went to look at University of San Francisco. I absolutely love it. I like it more probably because I love the city. I love being able to walk wherever you want to go. I love the complete independence you have in that city. Specifically, the lack of dependence on money-consuming personal vehicles. Not to mention, USF offers International Business, which is exactly what I want to do. I saw Adam Wirdak at USF. That was incredibly strange. Anyway, I was going to go look at San Francisco State, but I don't plan on going to a public school, so my mum and I tried to go shopping, but there was too much traffic. But later, my dad dropped us off after sightseeing at the amazing shopping area, but we didn't have enough time to browse. We had to take the trolley back to the hotel, and that was disgusting. We went to dinner at this little mexican restaurant and I stole my parents drinks and they tried to get me sick off tequilla but it didn't work.

Thursday - My dad drove home and me, my mum, and bro took the trolley around the city and it was disgusting. The trollies make this disgusting rotting pumpkin-like smell that made me want to throw myself on the tracks in front of it. After that, we flew home. It was sad, because I really loved San Francisco. Like the view was beautiful all over the city because of the hills. Ah! I miss it already. Anyway, so we got home and I had to rush off to volleyball practice, which was actually really fun. After, Tess and I went off to kidnap Rocky, but that plan failed. So, we hung out with Nick and Ben. And I got to see Richard! Woot!

Friday - Went to the beach with Gigi and Tiffany. I got a little bit sunburned, but it was soooo beautiful at the beach and we had muchos fun, even though we didn't stay that long. We saw Billy Capri there, but he wasn't very nice. Then we went to Chuy's and ate a lot. After that, Sarah and I went to Nick's little pool party except everyone was done swimming. I was so set on swimming because Tiffany wouldn't go in the ocean with me. So, Sarah and I went with John and Danny and Rocky to John's house. Ben and Tess showed up and mostly everyone went in the jacuzzi. Tess and Sarah were being losers, so Rocky and I pushed Tess in the freezing cold pool and eventually out of freight of being pushed in, Sarah came in. It was muchos fun. I saw Ryan, too, hmmmmmmmmmmmm, cuz he lives by John. That night, I was a little bit low, so Ben came over and made like, my entire life complete. <3

Saturday - Disneyland! Holy shit. That was a trip. Tess and Kellie are like amazing. It was so ridiculously fun. It was so fun stalking random people and gossiping in three hour lines. By far, the greatest part of the day was Tom Sawyer's island. We were playing hide-and-go-seek/tag. And  we were looking for Tess. Kellie and I split up and when we meet up again, Tess has a gigantic bump on her head. She hit her head on the cave ceiling. Like she was running, sprinting to run from us and she misjudged the height of the cave and kloncked her head. It was, seriously, one of the funniest moments of my life. A little while later, we met these guys. Actually we chased some guys and they sat down on a bench and I pounced. They were.... Australian!!  cupid101 < Pictures. They were ridiculously hot. So, we chilled with them the rest of the day. They were so hot. They were talking about the differences between Australia and America and it was awesome. Tess ended up making out with one of them under the fireworks. Bitch. Just kidding. It was so fun!! We had an awesome time. Those girls are the shit.

Well, I have two days of break left. Today, I'm chilling with my brother all day and tomorrow, I want to go to the beach. But, all in all, this was, totally, the best break of my life.

<3<3

8:11pm: Tourney!

Lost. Sad. Next time, It'll be better.

Dancing with Tess and Kellie. Priceless. Even when I attempt to drive with to coffee cups in my hand. Even when they wonder why I'm veering into another lane and I explain that it's either that or the wall.

Nicole said that when she drove with me, she's never been so scared in a car. Ouch, Nicole, ouch.

Downtown Disney with Kellie and Tess. Lego house competition at the Lego store. (I'm still mad at Kellie for destroying my house!) Try to explain to Tess that if Unknown is Gill's friend, than it is Unknown that has to like her. Kellie and I's theme song: "Dig it" from Holes. Kellie and Tess getting lost in the parking lot, because they didn't listen to me when I said MINNIE 8G five million times and they were racing to my car!

Good times.
<3
Partaaaaaaay.
"Can't stop. Can't stop the beat...Move your body...Can't stop. Can't stop the beat...Move your body...Move your body..." (MAKE IT STOP!)

4:06pm:

How much fun was Vegas? Way fun.

Okay, so I went to Las Vegas with my club team (Reef VBC!) for a tournament. On the way there, we stopped at a McDonald's in some random city and Kellie and I watched as the McDonald's lady dropped a "hamburger" patty on the table in front of her and then put it back in the burger. Yeah, I'll never eat at McDonald's again.

We passed Zzyzx Road and Kellie said something about her friend always using that word in Hangman. I thought it was funny, but I pretty much forgot about it.

Besides supposedly losing Lindsay's headphones, we played out-of-state plates like all the way there, well Tess, Kellie, and I did (and Amanda), and we defintely are over that game now, hopefully. "I'M NOT PLAYING!!" Tess knows exactly how to push peoples buttons.

We sayed at the Sahara (ew!). I had Tess and Shey in my room. Yay! We were only there for like ten minutes and I look out the window and I can see this fat guy standing at his window (it was night) and I screamed "I can see you!" like a million times and all these people started going to their windows and there were these hot guys at one window and they're like we're 21 and I'm like OMG, me too! Well, we had to go practice, but when we got to the elevator, these guys were at the elevator. Kellie and I were like OH SHIT and hid, but Tess and Shey went down the hall and Amanda followed them and the guys, too. The guys asked Tess and Shey if they were the ones yelling out the window and Amanda's like, "No, they haven't been here long enough to yell out windows... Were you yelling out windows?.... YOU WERE YELLING OUT WINDOWS!" Hehe.

I would periodically yell out the window at people. One guy took his shirt off for me. However, Shey and Karissa were having a ice cube fight through windows and we got in trouble.

So, we only won one game, so that was kinda disappointing. But, we had fun anyway. Tess and Shey and I called random people in our phones at like 12 at night. "Rapido, rapido!" Amanda threw an ice cube at my eye. Lindsay does an amazing impression of Napolean Dynamite. Caroline and her ostrich walk. Nicole is a perfect tree. Karissa needs a litter box.

The ride home was so great. It was just me, Tess, Kellie, and Amanda. We had the funniest conversations. We woke up people sleeping in their cars. Lol. Even though I had to pee like their was no tomorrow when we were stuck in the middle of the desert.

( Survey I stole from Kellie cuz we were talking about it in Vegas! )