Coldplay

i almost made the biggest mistake of my life last night: turning down coldplay tickets. you see, i was never really into their music. until now. it was one of the greatest performances i have ever seen live, and i now have a new obsession with chris martin. if given the chance to see them, do it. even if you don't know the music. you will most likely be downloading all of their music from the beginning of their career the next morning into your itunes account. $45 later, i am now the biggest coldplay fan. ever.

Someone's got to be the slacker

6 things you want to do before you die:

1. Be "can't live without each other" in love
2. Live in New York City
3. Love my job
4. Own a jeep wrangler
5. Have a family
6. Learn to speak a foreign language fluently

6 things you can do:

1. Make people laugh
2. Listen
3. Keg Stands
4. Be a good friend
5. Shop
6. Put things in organizational rows

6 things you can't do:

1. Sing
2. Drive
3. Hide my frustrations
4. Eat mushrooms
5. Give directions
6. Fight with my dad

6 things that attract you to the opposite sex:

1. Smile
2. Sense of Humor
3. Compassion/Kindness
4. Determination/Strength
5. Sarcasm - at the right times
6. Height

6 things you say most often:

1. I'm so over this
2. Are you f'ing kidding me?
3. Huh?
4. I'm tired
5. I need to stop getting so drunk
6. Sa-weet

6 celebrity crushes:

1. Kevin Connelly
2. Vince Vaughn
3. Ben Affleck
4. Jake Gylenhall
5. Garrett Hedlund
6. Ryan Gosling

Home is where the heart is

Cleveland, OH. Born and raised. On the playground....Anyways, I went home last weekend to hang out with my friends and family. I still have quite a few friends from high school that live in the area (mostly guys, they lack the motivation to leave the f'ing place.) My best friend from high school lives in Boston, so she flew in to meet me. We had a weekend planned, to say the least. One of the main highlights was attending the Cleveland Browns home opener. I am a die hard Browns fan. Have been since my dad used to drag me to the games as a small child when no one else in their right mind would brave the below zero temps and 50 mile an hour wind that surrounded Cleveland Municipal Stadium. But I was a daddy's girl. I thought it was cool. So I went. And loved EVERY minute of it. Anyways, me and Brittan (HS best friend) went to the game on Sunday. Let me say this: Cleveland Browns fans are insane. I mean almost to the point of clinical. They are mean, loud, rude drunks who take over downtown Cleveland every Sunday the Browns are in town. We fit right in. Anyways, we go to the game and sit in my dad's kick ass seats. We have plans to meet friends at a bar called "The Blind Pig" after the game to continue the debauchery that is our Sunday. I wish I could tell you more about this, but I got SO drunk that I don't remember much. I can tell you this though: Brittan's mom had to pick us up from the bar (I am 25), take us to her house so she could attempt to sober me up a little before I had to go home to pack because my flight was at 7 the next morning, that I infact did not pack at all because I fell through the front door, stumbled to my MOM'S bed and passed out fully dressed with my head at the bottom of the bed. My mom was so pissed that she didn't try to help me. I woke up at 3 in the morning with the right side of my face swollen. Still have no idea how it happened. I left my cell phone in Cleveland, got called white trash (by Brittan's mom, none the less) because we peed outside of a VERY nice area, and tried to "publicize" men at the bar by telling them "let us help you get the best ass you've ever had." And we did not mean ours. We were helping out the men of Cleveland. Do I need to grow up? Maybe. Do I intend to now? Absolutely not. You only live once, right? God I love life :)

Everyone's doing this one all of the sudden

I know, I know…lists are the lowest form of literature; however, my mind naturally/psychotically thinks in lists, and I thought the following was a worthwhile list to have on record. Blogmates, I think you should fill yours in accordingly…especially since you apparently have nothing else to say.

What are six things you want to do before you die?
1. Pack-back/travel around Europe
2. Love my career
3. Attempt to be as good a parent as my parents were
4. Live in a house that has a view of a body of water
5. Read the newspaper every day
6. Develop a small, underground cult following that worships anything I create

What are six things you can do?
1. Be a good friend
2. Organize
3. Find humor in things
4. Be positive
5. Influence others
6. Be creative

What are six things you can’t do?
1. Fake laugh
2. Be a sales person
3. Eat sweet potatoes
4. Water-ski
5. Accept ignorance
6. Smell

Name six things that attract you to the opposite sex
1. Personality
2. Passion
3. Humility
4. Confidence
5. Ambition
6. Physical Health

What are six things you say most often?
1. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
2. “cool”
3. “jigga what”
4. “regardless”
5. List things alphabetically…“A. blah, blah, blah, and B. blah, blah”
6. “What do you expect? Have you seen my crap-ass marketing budget?”

Name six celebrity crushes
1. George Clooney
2. Oprah
3. Johnny Depp
4. Gavin Rossdale
5. Paul McCartney
6. Angelina Jolie

"Daddy Dickfinger"

Proving just how dangerous IT can be...

Dumber by the Day (2)

Have you ever left someone a rather long, detailed message only to hang-up and question whether you called the right person?

No?

I didn’t think so. Damn.

Because honesty counts

Shan and I must have “we’re as easy-going as it comes” written all over our faces; otherwise, I don’t think our waiter would’ve opened with “I’m so hung-over, I had a rough night,”…and closed with “thanks, you girls were fun.”

We tipped him well.

the scariest night of my life

our old house was very old. very cool, but very old. anyways, i thought i'd write about this story because 1.) it's very funny, and 2.) aubrey said i should. i was home alone one evening/night, and i was walking outside to check the mail. let me set the scene: we had to walk down the back staircase, around the front of the house, and onto the wrap-a-round porch that faced piedmont road. piedmont road is full of hookers and homeless people. no criminals really, because the hookers keep them away. ironic, but true. so i was rounding the porch, which is completely concealed by trees/bushes. i've actually had to go into this disaster more than once, as the cats we used to own used to jump from the second story windows to escape the wonderful lives they had inside. anyways, now i've lost my train of thought.....oh yes, so i was rounding the porch and what do i see all of 3 feet in front of me? a dead man! an actual dead man. as one can imagine, being a white girl from cleveland, i flipped the fuck out. took off running as fast as i could, like marathon man fast, flew back up the stairs and locked myself in the house. i had no idea where kristen was, but i knew aubrey was out to dinner. i started frantically calling her, as i had no idea what to do with the dead man. she does not answer. the 15 times i call her. her phone has one ring that sucks. ass. well i can't be in my house with a dead man on the front porch. so i go to the next door neighbors, taking the long way, as i was not going to pass the dead man again. the moment he sees me he asks what in the hell was i doing flying by his back door a minute ago. i understood his confusion, but there was no time. i tell him the story and he agrees to come and look at what i had seen. we walk slowly up. i hide in the bushes, but the neighbor walks right up to him. the man is breathing. apparantly not dead at all. just sleeping. i am a retard. whatever, there was still a man passed out on my porch. as luke (the neighbor) tells him to get up and get on, the man refuses. and the little white girl in the bushes is saying, child-like, mind you, "go! get out of here! now! leave!" i'm sure he was scared. the man then proceeds to tell luke that he wasn't leaving because he in fact lived in my house. i can assure you that this is not the case. the homeless man was confused, thought my house was his homeless shelter. apparantly it really resembled the actual homeless shelter on ponce. we moved one month later.