teenybeany

Dedicated to: i'm gonna go with, the snow piling outside my door. keep piling, bitch. keep piling.
HOkay.

I can't tell whether I'm tired or not. My eyes are kind of heavy, but, I don't think my body wants sleep at the moment. I've gotten pretty good amounts of sleep in the past week. Although, not as much as I thought I would get. Because, now that I'm free I just want to do all this shit that i haven't been able to do for... months. So I wake up thinking that I have to do a lot of shit, but then when the sun starts to go down and the day comes to an end I realize that I really haven't done much and I totally got out of bed before noon for no reason at all. What the hell is wrong with me.

I've been taking naps. Naps are good. Naps are friendly. Naps remind me of my younger days, when ms ricci didn't haunt me endlessly and i used to eat pretzels, a lot. I nap a lot with my glasses on which is bad because it sort of ruins my glasses, but yet, I never take them off even if I know that I'm going to fall asleep. because, it wouldn't be a complete nap without my glasses. and then sometimes, i wake up, and think my 20/20 vision is back. but, it never is. bitches.

i went to rhode island on thursday. [my birthday (!)] it was quite a trip. behind me and diagnoally back from me there were pairs of mid 50 year old trophy wife-ish women sitting. The four of them were friends and I guess they had taken a mini mini trip to new york. They reminded me a lot of me and my friends... which, is probably you, at the moment. They were reading magazines- we do that a lot, and talking about famous people as if they knew them- we do that even more. And, they were eating- we do that a lot too [well, some of us]. And, they were gossiping- hellooooo we do that like it's our f'n job. So, I kind of chuckled to myself at the irony and wondered if that's what me and my friends will be like in, 30 some odd years. hopefully not. because why the hell would we be living in f'n providence and taking day trips to new york.

next to me there were two ghetto brothers. they were listening to music and watching music videos on their COMPAQ laptop. they were, gangster. I was going to say something else but i decided to be cool (or, not at all) and say gangster, like the gangster, that i am. oh and in front of them their mom was sitting there. she was pretty gangster herself.

and in front of me sat a mom and her daughter who was maybe 9. the mom was like one of those moms who knit their own sweaters and think they're cool. and she probably cooks a kick ass christmas meal and shit. yea, she was one of those moms. and she makes you come down and set the table and shit. yea, she seemed like one of those. so, after she read her Star magazine, she turned around and offered it to me, which OF COURSE I GLADLY ACCEPTED BC I WAS PEEKING AT IT OFF AND ON AND I SAW A PAGE WITH MKA. [MKA!!!] So i started to read it, but then mid magazine, at around.... the part with Oprah losing weight, i remembered that i got severely motion sick ! awesome ! so i was getting pretty grossly nauseous and i don't care if i spelled that wrong either. so i tried to just read through it, but that didn't work, and i got a little more sick. so i stopped reading and decided to just look out the window, which did help. and then i chewed some gum, which did help. see, i remember all these little trickity doos from my younger days when i used to get motion sick at the drop of a hat. i mean, car rides from here to the willowbrook mall used to kill me. and i was even going to the mall, so that means something. so anyway. after i thought i was ok i started to read through the magazine and then. ha. i got sick again! see, i never learn. so i stopped, and decided to just look out the window bc i saw all these signs for providence so i knew i should be close.

and once we got to Providence Kennedy i was getting off and asked the momma if she wanted her magazine back, and she surprisingly slash angrily said, "No." i was like, ok, fine. so i walked off the bus, almost knocking out one of the gangster brothers with my backpack...

and i was in providence ... a possible home for me in the fall... :/ ...

it kind of looked ghetto. and, i didn't know that providence was kind of ghetto.

so. let's see. my sister's room mate is cool. and f'n hysterical. i've met her before and know her well enough- she's the reason brian is in my life, after all. and their little house apartment thing is nice. and very cozy. i met my sister's friends. they're cool. i went to a party. i've never been around so many korean kids. i realized this may be my future. my head went nuts while i pretended i was ok. i saw a girl from brian's that graduated last year. it was wierd. we promised each other neither of us would tell brian we saw each other at the party. i enjoyed myself. we went back to my sister's house. oh! but it was snowing like WOA and my sister's car was going all over the place and providence is FULL OF HUGE ASS HILLS [!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] so that wasn't that ... comforting. but it was fun. and my sister's room mate was so drunk and hysterical. [hahahahahahahahaha] so somehow we managed to get up the vertical roads otherwise known as "hills". but i'm telling you, this shit is steep. it's like, so steep.

next day. oh wait. before next day. i met my sister's room mate's boyfriend. he was cool. he seemed like he had no emotion. ever. but apparently he's wierd and does have a lot of emotion. which is good. i guess. okay.

next day. next day, was friday. i don't remember what i did. except, oh yes! i went shopping! thayer street is the shiiiiit biitttchesss! my sister bought me some stuff from a very cute boutique which! had! a whole wall full of uggs! tall short classic ultra sand pink blue red , but no black or chestnut i don't think. anyway. i went shopping. i continued to shop. i went to urban outfitters for the first time ever. it was, alright. i wanted to go to bead works but that closed. bitches. oh before all this we went to starbucks, and i could fo sho tell that all the girls in there were brown kids. because, they were wearing uggs. they were in starbucks. and they were reading. and, risd kids wouldnt wear uggs bc i guess most of them are all like, i make my own clothes! or, my clothes are vintage! or something wierd like that. and, risd kids don't drink starbucks because they're all like, well, i don't really know but for some reason people hate starbucks and kelly mcmane once did some presentation on it but obviously i didn't really listen because i can't remember what the hell she said about it. anyway. and, risd kids don't really read. beacuse, i don't think they really have to. ok! i got a vanilla bean frap. it was good. get it. but if you don't feel like spending 3 bucks on a milk shake like drink thats the size of a small candle than don't.

oh yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. i got a small tour of risd on that day too. haha. i forgot about that. risd was, interesting. because, it wasn't what i expected. and i don't know if that's a good or bad thing. but thinking about it, i can, this is scary, but, i can sort of see myself there. their dining hall is nice. [oh and i saw that girl who graduated last year again. it was wierd. again. but she didn't see me. which sounds wierd to you. probably] and i went to some departments. the apparrel one of course. and i was talking to one of my sister's friends about the apparel department and she's like, get a lot of sleep before you come. i was like, what the fuck. great. so. we'll see if i go into apparel....... it was intimidating though. to tell the truth. the classrooms with the huge ass easels. it was scary. i got nervous thinking about walking into one of thsoe classrooms with a drawing pad bigger than me, not knowing what the hell to do. and teacher's making first impression judgements about me. and it was kind of nerve wrecking. but then, that's when i went shopping. see, it all pans out.

ok saturday, i don't remember. but i went to the risd store. and then later on after other crap i went home. i fell asleep. and then i woke up and ate salt and vinegar pringles. they were ok. but i'd recommend lays over pringles for the salt and vinegar flavor. and this man. !. was talking on his f'n phone for way too long. shut the fuck up dude.

i finally came home at, 10 30. i was so tired. mentally. physically. i watched sex and the city. yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. satc!! satc!! then, i went to bed. yay for my bed. it's f'n heaven in cloth form i tell you.

i think this is the longest journal entry ever. EVER. not just out of mine, but ever. out of all the journal entries known to man kind.

school manana? si? no? si? ...si? no?

i can't wait for inferno II!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i know you can't either LAB.

and laguna. when the hell is laguna coming back. HELLOOOO i finished early partly for laguna!!!!!!

ok. OHHH!! AHHHH!! TOMORROW'S MARCH FIRST. NO F'N WAY. THIS DAY HAS BEEN THE MOST ABSOLUTE AWAITED DAY EVER IN MY WHOLE FRICKEN LIFE. AND TOMORROW. IT IS MARCH FIRST. i can exhale. [smile] yay. march first. yay to all my brooksiders. it was quite a trip.

it was such an exhausting trip that i don't know if one of these journal entries can handle an elaboration on one of the most memorable trips of my life. and i only turned 18 three days ago. and yet, i know it's one of the most memorable. oh jesus christ. was i fricken tired during that trip. and i'm pretty sure i used up all the gas in the world. that gas shortage was my fault i'm pretty sure. yea. sorry. oh well!

ok. it's time i leave you. you're probably like, 37 years old by now. go to sleep.

:) bye

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