Guess what?

Kyle back.

He's been here since Monday.

It's been fun.

Today we are leaving for Kansas City to hang out with a couple of friends for the night and then Sat. we are going to Hutch to spend the 4th with his family. I'm excited for many reasons.

First, I get to spend time with Kyle who I haven't seen for a month. Second, I don't have to go to class until Thursday. Third, I am done with summer school on Friday, which means I only have two days of classes left.

Woot.

Worlds of Fun??

Yes, there definitely was an element of fun, but was it multiple worlds worth?

No.

I enjoyed riding some roller coasters and spending time with the fam. Around 3:00, however, it started to down pour. This was where the fun began to wan. I HATE rain. Actually, I hate getting wet. I'm not a big fan of swimming, I don't like to run through the sprinklers, and most of all, I hate being in the rain. I would skip class because it is raining before anything else. I could be deathly sick and I'd probably still go to class, but if it is raining, there are few things I'd go outside for.

Getting back to WOF... we ended up buying ponchos and going home. This wasn't all that bad because it meant I got to go out last night. That also did not turn out to be even 1 world worth of fun. I was supposedly there with John, but his man whore switch must have been turned on because he was all over every girl. Ever 30 minutes or so he would come find me and tell me he was sorry for ditching me and then flit off to some new girl.

It was actually kind of funny to watch.

Thank god Scotty was there, because he kept me sane. We stood to the side and observed the madness.

Was it entertaining? Yes. Worlds of Fun? No.

Less is More

I chopped my hair today. It short and fabulous, just the way I like it.

I've been in hair stylist purgatory for the last year because the lady who cut my hair since before I can remember got married and moved away. Since then, I haven't had my hair cut by the same person twice.

I think I finally found a new stylist I like. What's even better is that the salon is only 2 blocks away from my apartment. Does it get any better than that?

Tomorrow, I'm going to Worlds of Fun. I don't think I've ridden a roller coaster in almost 8 years.

I'm excited.

Lord of the Sparknotes

This week has kind of sucked because I've been so busy. Both my classes have kicked it up a notch in the last week and I'm feeling behind on my plan for my summer reading course.

All I have left is the Lord of the Rings trilogy--it has been that way for a while. I just can't motivate myself to read them. I'm thinking sparknotes are going to be a much used resource for my last few papers. I kind of started the first book, but I find myself spacing off and not actually paying attention to what I read.

Yesterday, as I was walking to work, there were a bunch of guys on the corner. As I passed, I could tell they were whispering about me.

Guy 1: Excuse me miss.

Me: Yes?

Guy 1: Has anyone told you that you are beautiful lately?

Me (blushing, because I always blush when people confront me on the street): Actually, no.

Guy 2: Well, you are!

By this time I'm about to pass the group. The Guy 3 directs his friends to part down the middle.

Guy 3: Part the seas for this one. She makes the sidewalk sizzle.

I think I was still laughing when I got to the office.

Now, I'm about to head out to a BETA BBQ. After, the plan is to go drunk putt putting.

Fun times.

Crazy, Sexy, Cool

Last night was fun and very much not fun at the same time.

It started out well. Kelli and I went to a party and decided to lose our beer pong virginity together. We lost the first game--horribly. The second game, however, we kicked ass. I'm fairly surprised in how well I did. Usually I suck at all things requiring coordination, but I made the majority of the cups.

Shortly after our game, Corey came into the picture. He was WASTED. I was the one that had to sit with him in the bathroom while he puked up the worst smelling food ever. Then Kelli and I took him back to my apartment where he puked more, took a shower, and passed out wearing my light pink bathrobe. Kelli and I had to carry him to the couch. We were about to go to sleep when John showed up. John, Kelli and I all ended up sleeping in my bed because we were too lazy to inflate my air mattress. It ended up working out well. We are all so use to really small dorm/greek house beds that we didn't have a problem staying in our tiny sleeping spaces.

Today, we all woke up at 11:30 and headed out to the lake for the BETA rush event. It was fun. I got sun burnt. That's what I get for being a pasty ghost.

We all took a 2 hour break from each other, and now were meeting back up to get some dinner.

Big Spenda

I have a credit card through my bank that is specifically for college students. After 1 year the credit limit can increase.

My bank just increased mine 6 months early.

Does that mean I use it too much??

I had my first almost party at my new apartment tonight. It was fun. There were some tensions, however, because everyone knew about the recent upsetting events in my life, but not because I told them. They found out from people who were there when the news was broken to me. Everyone wanted to talk about it because it is so utterly ridiculous, but at the same time everyone was afraid to upset me. I think it made people even more uncomfortable that I was the first to admit how ridiculous it is and laugh.

In the end, some good jokes were made, but everyone still felt it necessary to pull me aside and tell me that I could talk to them if I ever needed to. Frankly, I'm sick of talking. Jokes are fine, but serious talking--not my cup of tea right now. I prefer to solve my issues with inappropriate humor and parties.

Is there anything better?

All Is Well That Ends Well

I got my eye checked out today. I guess everything is fine. The Doc. said the injury is too far to the right to be able to get a good look at it, but from what he can tell it is stable. I guess with this kind of injury, however, there is always going to be a chance that my retina could detach.

I would like to retract my previous statement that "Boys Suck" because that is too much of a generalization. Not all boys suck. In fact, right now, there are a lot of boys that I'm thrilled with. A more appropriate statement is "Some Boys Suck Sometimes."

Anyway, it's really a long story and I'm sure no one really cares, so I'm not going to type it all out.

Boys Suck

That is all.

Trauma Drama

I had an eye doctor appointment today.

I found out that some time recently I experienced some sort of blunt trauma to the face and it damaged my right eye. The only thing I can remember is getting kicked in my right cheek by a crowd surfer at a Coheed and Cambria concert. It hurt, but I didn't get a black eye. I guess it was worse than I thought.

I'm having my eye dilated on Tuesday to see if they have to repair the damage. My doctor warned me that my retina could detach at any moment, leaving pretty much temporarily blind in that eye. Exciting.

I worked today for a grand total of 2 hours. I'm going to be broke by the end of the summer, especially since I'm spending so much money on furniture for my apartment.

*Now, by request: More details about dinner with Jeff...

Like I already stated, it went well. One thing that I found especially cute was that he admitted to deleting my phone number out of his phone book because he was pissed when I broke up with him, but he never forgot my number, so it didn't really matter.

We ate dinner at the Blue Orchid. There were a few awkward moments because we exhausted our conversation material before our dinner arrived. Kyle was never mentioned, which I found odd. I wanted to ask Jeff if he'd been dating anyone, but since he didn't ask about Kyle, I thought it might be inappropriate.

Dinner Date

Jeff and I went out to dinner last night. It went well.

There were some awkward moments, but for the most part, it was good. It was fun to hear about how much things have changed since last we spoke.

I hung some more pictures today, and I bought drapes and a TV stand. The apartment it coming together nicely.

Summer school sucks. I should be doing my homework right now...

Yesterday, I was walking home from class and a homeless man--I assume this because of the layer of dirt caked on every surface of his clothing and body--started talking to me as I was walking down the street.

Bum: Helloooooooo!

Me: Eh, hi...

(2 minutes of silent walking)

Bum: So, I see you have your summer clothes on.

Me: Yup.

(It is 90 degrees outside.)

Bum: Must mean summer is on the way.

Me: Uh, ya, feels like it is already here.

What makes this even more funny is that the bum was wearing long pants, a winter coat and a stocking cap.

Was he on crack, or did he not have a safe place to store his winter apparel? Hopefully, I'll never know.

@#$%!

Urg... I started my new classes today. I have a feeling they are both going to be kind of boring.

Last year, I took a class presession and then a class during the first 5 weeks and promised myself I would never do that again.

It's the next summer and guess what, I'm doing the same thing plus. I just finished my presession class, I started two new classes today and I'm working on a summer reading course. I'm not sure if I'm going to make it out alive. I think I must be certifiably insane to take on this work load. Not only am I taking these classes, but I'm also working (although very part time) and working on my thesis project.

I'm really nervous because Jeff is taking me out to dinner tomorrow. Eeks. We haven't spoken in a very long time--probably over a year. This is weird because we have never been on bad terms. We just stopped talking. I think we haven't talked in so long because there were still so many left over feelings between us that just being friends was awkward and hard. I'm a big believer in not messing around after a break up, so for me, the best option was to cut off communication.

It's really exciting now, however to get a chance to catch up with him and really just be friends. He was such a big part of my life for almost 3 years that it is weird to think of how much we've both missed of the other person's life.

I'll let you all (coughmegancough) know how it goes!

The Break-Up

I saw it today. Disappointment of the summer.

What made it worth being the title of this post is what happened after I left the movie.

I just finished unpacking a good majority of the boxes in my new place and realized I have no hand soap. There is a Walgreens a few blocks away, and figured a walk would do me good. As I am about to cross the street to Walgreens, I notice an old friend, Matt, who I haven't seen in probably over 2 years on the other side. He was good friends with my ex-boyfriend Jeff, and when we broke up, I kind of broke up with all of his friends as well.

It was really good to see Matt. We caught up a little bit and then he introduced me to his friends. He told them that he knew me through Jeff and explained the situation. We figured out that we are living near each other this summer and decided to exchange phone numbers. As Matt is typing mine into his phone, Jeff calls. Matt immediately tells him that he is with me and forks over the phone.

This is weird for three reasons:

1. I haven't talked to Jeff in over a year.

2. Lately, I've been thinking about Jeff and how I miss being his friend.

3. The end of the movie is eerily similar to the events I just explained.

Night of the Twister

Tonight, Corey and I went to Exeder to visit a friend. Exeder is a village. It doesn't even qualify as a town.

First, we went to the street dance, which was a bust. Attendance was poor, even for Exeder. As we were leaving, we ran into a small boy who was referred to as "Otay." Otay looked to be around 7 years of age. When asked what he was doing tonight, he replied in a very nonchalant way, "Getting drunk."

"What are you going to do if the cops show up?"

Otay: "Pee on their car."

"What if they try to arrest you?"

Otay: "Fuck the police."

As if nothing out of the ordinary happened, Otay ran off, and the conversation between our Exeder friend and his buddies resumed.

Corey and I were peeing our pants.

Then, our friend gets a call from some drunk girl who says her life is over and she needs someone, anyone, to talk to. Who better than two Lincoln kids?

I never really figured out what her problem was, but in her mind, it was serious. She threw herself down into the dirt and cried, not caring at all that we were on the side of the road at midnight or that she was getting her white shirt all dirty. At some point, she must have decided her problems weren't that bad, because she had us take her back to her friends.

She was about to get in the car, when the other person in the back seat puked everywhere. He was so drunk that he passed out hanging out of the car, one hand below the bottom of the door, still puking in the car, on the street, and on himself. The other guy in the car was trying to hold the door open, but it occasionally got away from him and smushed the other guys hand. I bet he's going to wonder what happened tonight when he wakes up in the morning.

When Corey and I finally started the drive back home, there was the craziest lightening storm ever. The weirdest thing was that there was hardly any thunder. Luckily, we made it back home safe and sound.

Its my first night sleeping in my new apartment! Woot.