One year ago yesterday:

THE STORY:
And here, for you, is THE STORY.

Elizabeth and I were walking home from school on Monday and we were just past Kenmore Middle when we saw these boys throwing snowballs at some Freshmen boys. Now these weren't just any little freshmen boys they were football player boys like Matt Agugliaro and Zach Rekowski who used to be my brothers' friends. So Liz and I were like "we don't want to see this fight" and the gang boys were throwing snow balls and calling the boys some really bad names and these good boys just walked on and ignored them!! Liz and I were so proud! It was so great!! Anyway so the boys turned down McKinley and the stupid gang turned down like Crosby and we went on down Myron to Argonne. We were about to cross the street when those boys walked past and it turns out they had these two girls with them. We walked through them and started talking on the courner like we sometimes do. Liz said that I should stay on the courner until they were past us. But then they stopped behind my neighbor's car and Liz was like "if they don't keep moving you can come to my house or walk the other way" so I was like "yea" so we continued to talk about yearbook and other random stuff we could think about and these two girls walked up and stood next to us. We ignored them from a time and finally Liz said, "can we help you?" and they looked at us and murmered no and then whispered to each other and then they waited awhile and said, "what school do you go to?" and we said "Kenmore West" and they whispered again and then they said, "what grade are you in?" and Liz said, "12" and I said, "seniors" and they whispered and then they walked away and stood behind the car. Liz said, "you can walk this way" so I started to but then they left so we went home and were confused. Keep in mind neither one of us had EVER SEEN THESE GIRLS BEFORE MONDAY. We still have no idea if they even go to KenWest. We thought they were perfectly harmless, just really strange. So yesterday after school...
We were walking down Myron and we saw on the Myron block between Argonne and Wardman the same group of kids and we were both like "oh look, its our friends" and then continued to ignore them and talk about the musical. I stopped on the courner where we went down Argonne to tie my shoe and we glanced up to see those random girls walking towards us. We decided to ignore them and said that if they were still following us by the time we got to the courner I would just walk home with Liz and get my guitar on our way to our lessons. I said, "if its just the girls I'll walk home by my self. They're harmless." and we agreed but if those boys were following too I would go home with her. So we got about halfway to the end of the block, a couple of houses from Chrissy's and we heard them running behind us and suddenly, at the same time, one girl grabs each of our hair. We both screamed in surprise because, as Liz said, "WHAT THE HELL?" One of them said, "we heard what you were saying about us" (we were discussing the musical!! We were talking about how the door falling wasn't Cathy or Chubb's fault!!) Anyway, I immediatly turned around and grabbed her arms. As I turned her she started punching me in the face and kicking my leg. Liz's attacker pulled her down (she had a really heavy backpack on) and started kicking her while Liz just LOOKED at her like "what the heck?" I was looking at the girl with these "fashionable/punk wanna be" maroon glasses and she was a puny little thing. Liz's attacker was taller and I was probably twice the size of mine. I just kept saying, over and over again, "What are you doing? WHAT are you DOING?" It was so strange. I don't think she said anything. It was really wierd. She was hitting me with all her might, which wasn't much (she didn't even hurt me) and I was just thinking to myself, "should I kick her? I would double her over....she's not hurting me soo bad... should I punch her? Where? I would break her glasses..." You can tell she was hurting me because I was able to think this all through.... and all I could hear in my head was Matt (my karate senseii) saying, "in court if you know karate it counts against you like you had a weapon so if she counter sues you would be in trouble" because I would hurt her so bad. Not that Matt uses big words like that. lol. Anyway suddenly I feel "pain" (aka tapping) on my right arm because Liz's attacker has grown weary of just kicking Liz without Liz fighting back and decided to help free her friend. I blocked her with one arm (she didn't even go for the lower half under my arm because she's a moron with no karate training) and then Liz got up and rang the doorbell of the house we were in front of. A car pulled up and we said, "listen, we're going to call the police. You better run. Now." So they did. They ran away like the little wimps they are and we started walking to Liz's and Liz said, "I just want you to know that you're coming to my house" and I said, "of course" and we started to stop at Chrissy's but no one was home so we continued to Liz's and Liz turned around to the boys who were still following us and said, "What the hell was that?" And one of them said, "Team Taliban!" And we were just shocked at everything and the extreme randomness of it all. We went to Liz's house and the boys turned down Rowley and we walked into her house and she said, "mom? Call the police!" and her mom was like "what??" and she said, "we've been jumped!" so her mom dialed the number while we took off our shoes and babbled and then Liz talked to the person at 911 and Peter said, "there's a police car here!" just as Liz was giving the lady our names and Dr. Christian and I went to the door to meet the officer as Liz finsihed up and hung up. Then the blue police Emergency Services truck pulls up and another police car pulls up and inside it were the two girls and a random blonde boy!! We were shocked!! Hurrah for Kenmore Police!!! So we IDed them and said we had no idea who the guy was. Then we told the first policeman our story and he went to talk to the other policeman who was talking to them. He came back and said that they were denying everything. Ok, I have no idea how they caught these girls in 5 minutes or who they were or anything, but do they think that we would just make this up????????? So Dr. Christian was like "these girls are both in the top 10 of their class!" and the nice policeman said, "I don't doubt you! Don't worry! They're probably in the bottom 10 of theirs" and then they asked if we knew them and we told them we had absolutely no idea anything about them and then he said, ok the other guy will get your information. You should prosecute so we told the other guy and he was just as confused as all of us and then he took down our information and said the police would call us. So we went to our sax/harp/guitar lesson leaving frantic messages on Becky's machine "we're coming! sorry! we have a good excuse!" so Becky started being worried. Alex was the first one up and Becky said, "What's wrong??" and Alex, being the wonderful person that he is said, "Liz got into a fight with the police." So Becky, my first babysitter, the woman who made clothes for me when I was a baby and has taught me guitar these 6 years and I've gone to church and played guitar with her my whole life, started being really really really confused. Then Liz ran up, still alittle shocked and Becky was like "WHAT HAPPENED?" So we told her and we were all really confused.
So that's the story. Liz has a bruise on her leg and I have a nail mark in my hand but that's it. Just alittle shell shocked.
Today Officer Kelleher called me and he was completely confused. He said usually when this kind of thing happens there's another part to the story like some girl likes another girls' boyfriend or something and its not just a random crime. He says we should definetly prosecute. He's going to try to find out more about them, but I was able to get out of him this:
one of the girl's names is Tanya Hooper and she lives on like Knowlton while the other girl, whose name I forget lives on Tonawanda St. Where is that?? Anyway. He's going to call back Monday.
So that's the story.
And I would just like to say: Why?? How random??? Who are these little girls?? What made them think they could take us?? They are sooooooooooooooooooo lucky that we were the ones they chose to attack because while we could have KILLED them 50 different ways we didn't because they were so twiggy. They were lucky. And we were lucky that they didn't attack some poor little middle schooler!! Jeez....that's my story. It was the wierdest most random story ever.

I still hate men...
but it was a pretty good weekend.

Mark drove up Friday because he rocks and he picked up me, Becca, Hong-Diem, Jason, and Mike and took us to IHOP! It was a tragically lacking oink because there was no Erik and it was a Friday in Lent. I tried to make my crepes into sausage, but it didn't work. Turns out my friends dont' get along because fencers shouldn't be allowed in public. haha. More on that later. Then we went to Wegmans because a car is a big deal here.

Then Mark drove me to Geneseo and we found Marie! Finally! I suck at tolls! Then we went to the new Starbucks there and its HUGE and it made my life. Then we got home around 9:30. I hung out with my family for an hour and then they came over again and then Mike came up from Fredonia because he's already whipped by a certain best friend of mine. We tried watching Garden State and ordered a Buffalo Pizza. The pizza came super late, and we fell asleep during the movie...but it was wonderful just being home with some of my favorite people.

Saturday I woke up early and got my hair cut and straightened. Then I went home and hung out with my mom and then I called Andy B and he and his roommate Kelly from Syracuse (doo doo doo doo) and we went to Romeo & Juliets on Hertle and then I went to Condrells with Lyndsey. And I saw Adam Bouley!! Then I went home and had dinner with my family! yay! And then Mark and I went to the mall and we met up with KIM AND ALEX!!! (and we saw Kim Green!) and I got a "boy beater" pin.. haha. Thunder Bay is closed!! It makes me really sad. The mall closed and we went home and met up with Marie. We rented I <3 Huckabees which was really good and then we just hung out and it was splendid.

Sunday I woke up early again to go to Tim Hortons with Sarah and Kim, but Kim got sick :( but then I got to meet Sarah's new puppy! It was a baby! At home my mom tailored my fencing knickers which I'm really excited about and then she drove me back here.

I love home and everyone there SO much. I'm glad Stations went well!! I'm sorry I didn't get there in time to go to Applebees!

So I had a really depressing conversation with Jason last night (er, early this morning). We were discussing how badly we want to just go back to high school and be with our high school everythings and not be in Syracuse, and how wonderful life would be. That's not really the most depressing part though. I was thinking about my friends here. Like real, "I'll call you and we'll hang out friends" and the number came to....four.

There's Becca (aka the roomie), Hong-Diem (aka Carnagie), Mike (aka Kuzmo), and Jason (aka Stratton) lol. But next year, Hong-Diem's transferring and I'm going to miss her. And Mike's going to London for the year, and I'm going to miss him. (I need my buffer zone!) and Becca has her own friends (yes, I know I'm invited to come to things with them and hang out with them, and they're very cool people and I like them alot.) but the point is that that leaves me with....yeah. One friend! (I was like "life sucks! ooops, no offense") Ok, so Alana's coming back next year. Still. two. That's not fun. I guess I'm not used to it or something because I was spoiled in high school by having 20 of the best friends a girl could have. (a guy couldn't have them because I hate men)


Did I even know how good I had it a year ago today? Life certainly went downhill for the past year.

it was 10 months yesterday since the funeral. I....don't even know what to say.

I'm excited for this weekend though. Tomorrow I have classes (my first test of the semester :( ) and then a job interview. Then Mark's coming up and we're going out to a late lunch with all 4 of my friends. then we might stop by and see Marie! And then I'm going home to hang out with my uncle, aunt, and cousins. Then maybe does someone want to hang out later that night? If not, its cool, sleep is good. Then Saturday I'm getting my hair cut, then I'm going to see the Lion King, then I'm going out to eat with Andy B or something and then I'm hanging out with Mark and Kim? Who else wants in?!?! Then Sunday morning I'm going over to Sarah's to see her puppy and we're going to Timmy Hos (suck it up, Dunkin Donuts) and Lyndsey--do you want to go out for ice cream?! And then I guess I have to come back here for school and church and stuff. bah. It promises to be a really fun weekend. I'm planning on getting Buffalo pizza too...sigh.

I love Buffalo.

My tummy hurts. And I have a test to study for. And I feel like I'm going to cry I miss last year so much. And do you know why?
I'll tell you why.
Men, its always the fault of men.
I hate men.*

*sadly, the author niether hates men nor likes women, although she spends every day wishing she did.

So remember the time Jordan decided to ruin my life?
Last night I went to fencing (it was Mike, Jason and me...hahahah get it? It wasn't the real Jason, it was another one!) and then I went to the WYD meeting where some guy who looks like my Grandfather told us our itinerary and I got real excited for Germany. Its like Belgium, but with less Flemish and Mannekin Pis and more Bismarck. So, ya know. So I walk in and Jordan gives me the Kilbrennen CD and I'm all excited because that's a party (I lent him my Yellowcard CD on Sunday) and then we have the meeting and then Jordan gets up to leave and he drops this...CD...on my lap and leaves.
So I look at it and it says "OZONE" on the top.
and I'm like "OZONE!" and everyone stops and stares.
Romanian boy bands do that to you. I had only really heard about the wonders of Ozone from my friend Jason from fencing, and I'd heard the CD but he turned it off before it destroyed our souls....but Jordan decided to give me this CD...and it has consumed me.
I got a ride home, and I IMed Jason and I restarted his brainwashing and...wow.

So the moral is, if you want your brain to seap out your ears.
Download "Dragostea Din Tei" by Ozone.

This was handsdown the best night ever in my life.
We went down to the dining hall, and I was going to eat like, a bagel and cereal. Maybe Sbarro pizza. Or fries.
But no.
We got to the line and they had...
CHICKEN AND BISCUITS!!! aka THE BEST MEAL EVER!!
and if that didn't make me the happiest girl in the world they had..
GYROS!!!!

it made my life. I'm so excited. It was awesome. I'm full and happy. If only they'd had breakfast sandwiches and fried dough and snokones, I would have exploded. (those are the only good things the dining hall has ever had)

So I stayed up until 4 writing my essay and then I took a nap after class. Then I wrote TWO papers about the Mannekin Pis.
Why am I so obsessed?

So I picked up the NY Times this morning and found out that Patty on the Simpsons is gay, except I hardcore already knew that becaue they had a gay pride parade and there was a float for "those still in the closet" and inside you could tell it was Patty and Smithers. Apparently this episode was a big deal, but that's only because the Christian Coalition is insane. I'm excited though. Go Simpsons.

Oh, and I would like to clear things up. I haven't given up on all men. I've given up on all men who aren't my husband. The plan isn't working as well as I had planned though. Stupid boys. Be easier for me to hate, ok? Thanks.

Happy Birthday Ria!!! You're so old and hot!!!! I swear I'll send you your card soon! Happy birthday to Brian too! hahaa, oh man, good times. Birthday buddies! Ria, I hope this year brings you a lot of happiness because you deserve it and I love you! Red head twins...yeah!

it was a pretty good weekend.

Sometimes I wish I wasn't so nosy because sometimes I find out things I didn't want to know and then I get all depressed and its stupid because I didn't really want to know in the first place and now I just feel bad. gah. that's not fun. why? damnit. its not really fair. and its stupid. and it makes me sad. now no one knows what I'm talking about, but that's just how I feel.

so anyway, besides that it was a pretty good weekend. Naomi came! Friday after classes, I took a nap (I know I said I was "awake" last entry, but it was a lie) and then I went to the mall with Jason and Mike. Mike was supposed to be a buffer in case I invited Hong-Diem, but Alan was up, so instead I lost. It wasn't so bad though, because Mike's a good intermediary. At 9 I walked to the train station to get Naomi and then we took the cab back where we got milkshakes and hung out for then rest of the night.

Saturday I went to fencing and left early to go get Naomi and bring her down for lunch with the fencing guys. Then we went and found Greg's dorm and attacked him. That was fun. Then we hung out in our usual spot before heading back to the room. Naomi finally got to meet Becca, and we went to the bookstore, then I showed Naomi around campus and we took the bus to the mall. The mall was a good time. I got more fencing socks and a new MXPX CD which doesn't work in my crap CD player. Naomi got a really cute outfit for $7 and it was hot. Then we went to Johnny Rockets for dinner (remember the time when we went to Johnny Rockets after I got my ears pierced and the lady made fun of my ears? Remember when my nickname was Johnny Rocket?) and then we met the boys again and they ate dinner and then we went to see Constantine. It was really good, I wouldn't recommend if for like, Kim (not because of that, but because it might be too scary for her) but it was really good. It was a special kind of the Occult scary, so it was interesting.

At 4am this morning, some MORON set off the fire alarm and we had to go outside in our slippers/flip flops for like, an hour, and it was really really horrible. Gave Naomi a nice view about what Syracuse is like (sucky) so I felt really bad, and I hope that doesn't make anyone who wants to come visit me want to not come visit me anymore. That's never happened before, I swear!

On the list for visiting me: Mark, Liz, Erik, Dana...anyone else?
Already visited: Kim, Liz, Dana, Stephanie, Sarah, David, Sarah, Chrissy, Naomi

This morning Naomi and I got to meet Alan at brunch! (you're not so great, Becca!) and then her mom and a caravan of people came to pick her up because she's really popular.

In other news, I've decided to swear off all boys. They're stupid and I don't need them. I'm enjoying being single, damnit. I said, DAMNIT.

I actually enjoyed IR today. It worried me. She got really mad at us and was like "have any of you even been to Europe?" and like, 3 of us raised our hands (its a class of 50) and the first kid's like "Scandinavia" and since we were talking about the EU, I was like "I went to Brussels but I couldn't go in because they wouldn't let us" then she thought I was stupid because I didn't tell her the date the EU was formed. Eh, screw it, it was really early. But anyway, we were talking about the countries that were just added into the EU (w00t!) and the teacher, who's Turkish, was like "Turkey is up to be a candidate for the Union" and I was like "yay!" because I think this is the coolest thing ever, because its like an enigma, and I can't figure it out--should they be allowed in? or not? Its awesome. Awesomely intense, so I got all excited. Then some stupid kid raised his hand and said, "how can Turkey be up for membership? Its in Asia!" and the teacher got all upset and then there was like this intense discussion where the teacher felt really bad and it was so awesome. I was freaking out for the excitement. And some kid was like "What about Cyprus?" and ohhhh man, it was so exciting. I was freaking out. It was the first time I was excited about the IR class, and I'm really glad because, ya know, its my major. Wow, I want to go be in the EU. Oh man, and there was a guy in the movie we watched who worked at the European University in Bruges (its my lifelong dream to go there, but its for European students only, which crushes my life) and I was hyper. Ohhhh I love Belgium so much.

I have to say, I hate the president. Did you know he removed the US diplomat from Syria? Hi, I'm diplomacy, maybe you missed me? I remember in Model UN being Syria and partying with Iran and protecting Iraq and being on the Security Council. It was a party.

Naomi's coming to visit me! Mark's coming next week, and we're partying that weekend, then I'm going to see Liz next month. Then she's coming to visit. And then the week after, Erik's coming to visit me, and I'm just really popular and my roommate's going to hate me. (more then she already does= party)

ps. I'm going to Dusseldorf in 165 days!

Are you jealous of my popularity?
You should be.
Today I got three emails...

...from teachers alone. Rock. on. Personal ones too. None of that "letters to everyone crap" (I got one of those too though). Madame Brown was one. My English teacher wrote one: ("cheating is good. go for it.")
and this...
Kelly,

There's no end to Burr's crazy stunts. At the same time, he was respected by some. I guess it shows how much trust a person could gain despite their bizarre behavior.

Enjoy the weekend,

edr

you WISH you were as cool as me.

The man of the hour:Aaron Burr is a psychopath.
(Yes, I should hate him as Adams hated him...but...but...I just hate alexander hamilton SO much!--so did Adams!)

Today I handed in my job ap! wish me luck! Also, it was kareoke night at the dining hall *kills self*, but I got a sno-kone, so that was sweet

Except in Syracuse, they only have blue and Orange. I shouldn't complain though. At least they have blue...


(I want you to know that I'm thinking about you and your family)

So today in French class we were reading a story titled Les Sirènes, and it was a nice little story about mermaids. La la la...and then suddenly I got to this part:

Alors, les sirènes tombent sur les plongeurs. Elles leur sucent la cervelle et le sang, et leur mangent le foie, le coeur et les tripes.

I was like "what?" and I read it again. For those of you who don't speak French:
So, the mermaids take the divers. They suck their brains and blood and eat their liver, heart, and intestines.

The other story we read for class had a swear word in it. I love hearing (and saying) French swear words because its super fun. Well,it is NOT super fun when you're in Tourcoing and you get the sudden urge to say "MERDE!" or "PUTE" and your 7 year old French brother is standing right there...

I think my favorite French story was when we were on Elric's Grandparents farm and there was a donkey next door and he was making noises at us and they were telling us what it was and then Elric's 13 year old brother turns to me and says "Je peux dire ca en anglais" and I was like "ah oui?" and he was like "ouais. Jackass" and I laughed and was like "umm, oui!" and Elric laughed.

In writing, I got to talk about the Mannekin Pis, which always makes me happy:



Anyway, Since Katie did, I want to give a shout out to my new LJ buddies-- Katie Sylves and Alyssa Hemeister!

Now I have to go write a job application... being a beer supervisor would be cool....

ps. if you want to see the old school fencing post, czech out my lj because there are a lot of pictures there that I'm too lazy to put here.

So here's the mandatory Convention update!
I am really glad I went, it was a really good break from being here and it was so wonderful to be back home and be with some of the people I love the most. Even if I didn't sleep and now am so exhausted I'm dizzy...

Friday, Jordan picked me up and we roadtripped in what is now being called the slowest trip home ever, but it was good and we bonded. And I found out some REALLY CUTE things. So I was like 3 hours late for my first hall duty with Kathy, because I am a horrible person. So then I went to my second hall shift--blocking the pathway with a dude. I got yelled at by St. Paul's Deacon for not going there, but what does he know? His boss is Polska! (Polska in that picture is clearly labelled as a Hobo) He also said "If I ever become a dick when I'm a priest, kick me in the ass" and it was sweet. I was FREEZING though so some lady brought me a blanket and I got coffee because I'm just sweet like that. Then I went to do HANDpainting because I'm even sweeter like that. Even if that one horrible girl said that Liz was a better artist then me :( You know what? My dancing bananas really dance if you move your hand! Plus I drew some REALLY HOT fencers on the hands of Michelle and...ADAM!!!!

I was SO excited to see Adam (this will lead to an old school fencing post) even though he's secretly a really bad person. :( And really old too. 20 = mad old, Janet!!!

Then we got a pizza and party room 505--Zdenka, Juanita, being sworn at in spanish by Trudy, and talking to Ramone and Joey and Kevin and then calling Liz and waking her up...it was such a party. Plus, we had our own bathroom, shower, and pizza.

Saturday Liz got the Manus Christi! I'm so proud of her! Breaking the streak! Teen Mission didn't win the Ed Argy because FC killed him. Ya know, under MY presidency, no one knew we killed him. Lunch was good--MY ROLL TASTED LIKE A HOT PRETZEL!! Our table was so much better then the other one. :p Then we went to the unity/"adaptation" session, and then "who's in your carpool?" where Joey made me volunteer! And then of course...FATHER GARY'S SEX TALK. Terrific, as usual. I love you Liz. Then we went to Casa di Pizza for the best chicken fingers EVER and FC came! And we drove through Buffalo and I was freaking out and people hated me. On the way back, we were obnoxious like always because we rule. Then Cotillion. It was fun, I was tired though but everyone looked SO wonderful. The guys gave us flowers and sang a LOVELY song for us. They got teddy bears and at least Joey liked his a lot. Then the elevators broke down= good times. It was not as much of a party night because we were dead.

Sunday was brunch [St. Andrews, Kendell, and SS. Peter and Paul in Hamburg (Adam)] were rejected to the way back because SOMEONE UP THERE (Dan Greer) doesn't like us. We embarrass him (he also shut down the hand painting, because he's Dan Greer) The new Bish came, and he seems pretty cool. "They're coming for us! Hide!" ~ the Bish. Father Sadjak won the priest award and he went to WYD with us. Liz, and Katie (from girl scout choir) won Manius Christi, and Maligros won a big award (*does the hand thing*). Mass was good, not as good as last year, but good. No Polska this time. Or FC, or Bish, or songs that I knew, or "Mission Impossible" Our Father. Or Dave! My brother's religion class came and so did my mom. I handed out bookmarks. It was good times.

Then I went home for 45 minutes. They were awesome minutes. I saw my puppy and my couch and it was just wonderful. Then my mom drove me to Jordan's and Jordan drove me back...here. That's when I took a nap because I was going to pass out.

So much work. I'm going to die.
~Zdenka

PS...cool people go to Canada for ice cream with people who write for the Wall Street Journal!
PPS...these pictures are old, but new ones will come, some day.

I'm excited to go back to the best city in the world shortly...I kinda wish I could stop at home though. I'm going to try on Sunday. We'll see.

You know what I hate about IR (I don't really hate it, I just complain a lot), its that the other IR majors always intimidate me. Like Charles for instance, and his whole "I grew up in Zimbabwae and bungee-jumped off Mt. Kilamonjaro" deal. Yes, you're special, and you've shot us all down. Over it. Then today this IR major in my writing class was like "for the years I spent in the Phillapines..." and I was like "you're uncool." I uh....lived in France for a week and a half... I do despise the IR class though. ( I LOVE MAX123 because I like killing myself.)

Speaking of killing myself, the only day I remember to bring my Conditioning clothes, we actually fence. Its funny because I love fencing and I hate conditioning. No, that's not funny. That's normal. Nevermind. For awhile there last night though it was 2 and 2 girl and boy ratio! It was Mike, Chris, Louisa and me. But then Newest ("tall") Mike showed up and I was sad.

Oh, I need to reiterate here again how DISGUSTING it is when people use the phone in the bathroom. Yesterday this girl walked into the stall next to me, CALLED FOR A TAXI, and then started going to the bathroom. It was the grossest thing in the entire world--you can't spare 2 minutes to call for a taxi when you're not on the toilet? I'm sorry, NO ONE is that busy. She's not busy, she's scummy. Ew.

Automatic cancellation of our friendship if you EVER call me from the toilet, got it?

Speaking of cancellation of friendships, Erik and I got married yesterday (if you don't believe me, check out facebook. If you don't have facebook, then I feel really bad for you) And NO, its not a rebound. We've been engaged for over a year (but he has an obvious fear of commitment) so we decided to just finally get it over with and get married. We plan on living a COLUMNLESS life of cheetos, sausage, oinking, and golden retrievers. We even declared our marriage before the Reverand Daniel Orleman....so...yeah.

I love drinking Buffalo Bills milk from the dining hall. It makes me happy.

In Writing, we're supposed to write about a pictures and describe everything in the world about it, background info, symbolism, etc. I'm going to do it on this picture:

Not to be confused with this picture.
But I gotta say that when people in my class write about their wedding photos, it makes me feel uneasy.
Even if I did just get married yesterday.... I mean...

eh, so today when Jordan and I are roadtripping, think of me, k?
ps...

Happy Ash Wednesday!
Happy Belated Birthdays to Luke and Phil!

So I promised you a real entry, huh?
Well, I lied.

Pretty much I've been going to class, doing homework, and fencing every day. I worked a couple times too. That about sums it up.
bye.

ummm, so I have 18 bruises on my leg, four on my torso, and 5 on my right arm (one of them is 3inches by 2in. though). Liz has like 12 on her leg. So that may seem like she's winning. But she does foil.
The other day there were two girls at fencing and three boys. then jason left and it was 2 and 2! That's a tie! that's practically winning! Other then that, its been regular. I have a new plan:
I don't care if I'm the only girl in the room, but if I am, I would like to be the most effiminate person there.

got it?

IR is the worst and most boring class. I'm not going to dance around it. I perked up briefly about diplomacy today, but she was mad at us. Whatever. MAX123 is my life still. We had the former ambassador to Bulgaria and Brazil come talk to us. It was love. French is good, we're doing poetry and writing fairy tales. its good stuff. Writing is fun too, when we're not reading or writing. (more then you'd think) and history is good too, I just need to get caught up on the reading. I hate alexander hamilton.

I average 4 hours of sleep every other night. that's not good. thank God for green tea! and coffee.

for Lent, I'm giving up doughnuts and eating in between meals. I've done well so far. At Mass today it was me, Jen playing the violin, the piano player, and Chris singing. I bet there are like 14 singers without any instruments at the 7:30 tonight.

V-day countdown: 5 days? Still no guy, but I bought an extra ticket for Cotillion. For a guy! Its for...

wait for it...

Jordan.

I'm over it.
What's up with you guys?

So anyway, I'm a super bad roommate, and a lazy one at that. I would like to tell you about why Becca (who is the best roommate ever) and I get along (except that we hate each other)

At 2 am when most kids are sleeping...
Me: If I were a country, I'd totally join NATO. You'd never lose.
Becca: yea? Well if I were a chem equation, I'd TOTALLY be a Radon Reaction!!

Last weekend I did get to see my little (ok, bigger then me) brother, which was exciting, I didn't get a lot of sleep, and I got a lovely letter from one, Elizabeth Charlotte Christian (the Icelandic friend).

The day after those girls showed up at fencing, I was all excited, but no girls showed up since then even though we've been fencing every day since. On Wednesday (this is a rant about how horrible my life is) it was just me and Newest Mike (there's Mike aka Kuzmo or Mike, Mike aka Pirate, Mike aka Soccer Mike, and Mike aka Newest Mike) and I opened the balcony all by myself on the first try, which I've never been able to do before and I was all proud of myself. And then Jason came in and was like "sabre! you!" so we fenced sabre, which is horrible in itself, and then Matt walked in and was like "Teaching her a proper weapon, huh?" and I was like "MATT!!!!" because he's hardcore an epeeist usually and on my side! So I cried. Then Mike came in and I told him my big news about opening the lock and he and Jason made fun of me for alittle while and then I was like "I have proof!" and I pointed at Newest Mike and he was like "yea, she only used a hanger for a little while!" and I was like "OH NO!!!" and then I was sad because then everyone had made fun of me. I was like "yesterday there were girls! and they were nice!" and then everyone was like "yeah, but we're not going to be nice to you now" and I was sad. For the record, I didn't use a hanger!

Thursday it was just Mike and me for the most part so I got a private lesson because I suck hardcore at fencing. Then Jason came and read us his poetry. Then yesterday (I got three hours of sleep and napped all afternoon--thanks Becca!) it was just us again. (It was my dearest hope that there would be three girls and two boys there, but I failed) so then we went out to dinner and then I went back here to do nothing because I am a slacker. It was nice though, I needed to relax and I needed to practice my guitar. This morning Mike was in Canada, so it was just Jason and me. We did a lot of cleaning and stuff around and then we went to breakfast. We were going to go shopping, but we didn't. Then Hong-Diem, Becca, and I were going to go shopping, but that failed too. So instead I just made Valentines and wrote back to Liz and now some family friends are coming up for the game and then I'm working. I hope I'm selling just beer!

Next weekend's Convention! yay Jordan driving me for 5 hours! Then the weekend after, Naomi's coming to visit! yay Naomi! And then the weekend AFTER I'll be home and so will Mark, Chelsea, Chrissy, and hopefully I'll get to see some other kids? Like Andy Banchich? The weekend after, I'll be here. But after that is SPRING BREAK I think. Boston here I come! w00t.

and I'm done. Have a good day.

ps, I'm secretly in love with MAX123 and I've decided that that's ok because its a MAX class so its like IR in that its Maxwell and just because I sit there in IR planning fights to get into in MAX and can't wait to leave, its cool, because...I WANT TO BE A DIPLOMAT. so DEAL.

Oh man, today is Stan's birthday--so will someone please tell Stan that I say happy birthday? because I know he doesn't read this, but I'm thinking his girlfriend might! Its also Kevin Kerr (from fencing)'s birthday. He's hardcore old. Like 22 old. And hardcore like, living in France. So...happy birthday to him! I hope some day he comes back to us because he loves us and remembers us and knows that the CUTE TEAM is forever! (*momentary pause for all the jokes that could be inserted here, but shall not be*)

I would like to take this opportunity to say that I secretly love MAX123, and I know I should hate it because it keeps me up until 3am doing work but its work that I secretly love and even though the professor's a huge jerk, I know that he's secretly awesome and he only acts that way to make us mad and its awesome. Like today, he really wanted someone to disagree with the National Foreign Policy, so I decided to be like "I don't like preemptive strikes" and we got into a hardcore arguement that included him being like "If I was holding a gun to your head, cocked, you wouldn't shoot me?" and to defend my position I was like "I'd feel hardcore bad" and then at the end he was like "I feel safe around you" and I was like "try not to pull a gun to my head" and he was like "I'll try to not put a gun to your head" and then I felt a little better. It was secretly good times.

IR on the other hand makes me sad because it is so immensly boring that I cry myself to sleep, and she makes us read the most boring textbook ever written that's like "This is what an alliance is" and we all know what an alliance is, so then we get to class and she says "I'm going to tell you what an alliance is." and then she says "who knows what an alliance is?" and then we go around the room for like 10 minutes while everyone says what they think an alliance is (there's secretly not 10 minutes worth of discussion over what it is) and then she'll tell us the textbook definition and then she'll explain it and then we'll write it down and then she'll be like "so an alliance is a group of friendly nations" and then we will repeat that entire thing for the next word. It makes me sad. Plus its at 8am. Plus I went to bed at 3:30. So I spend the entire time having a freakout about what I want to do with my life and then I'll think about Europe and get butterflies in my stomach and realize that I do NOT want to be an anthropologist or a historian, because I WANT TO BE A DIPLOMAT. And now that I have convinced you, I must continue on with my life.

But now onto the most exciting news of my life...last night...I fenced... a GIRL. Yes, a real live girl--and not just that--there were TWO OTHER GIRLS THERE. THERE WERE THREE GIRLS AT FENCING. I have NEVER had that many girls at fencing (at SU) before. In the beginning of the year, once, Jackie came, but she never came back, and then Cash tried to teach his girlfriend sabre a few times but she looks like she's 12 and he has a thing for breaking sabres and....yeah, so the moral is...the girls foil team was at fencing last night and it made my life. I kept freaking out at them and being like "let's have a girls meeting!" so we sat down and had a girls meeting and then Mike came and sat down and I was like "this is for girls only" (take THAT for all the times that you talked about having a beard growing contest!) and then he was like "too bad" so he sat down and the rest of the guys who weren't currently fencing sat down with us. So anyway, Louisa was like "so what are your names and what are your majors?" and she goes around, Lauren, me, Greg, Mike, and we get to George and we have the following conversation:

Mike: (calmly, prodding) George? What is your major?
George: (startled) psychadelic waves bounce off objects under the sea.
All: *stare in confusion*
Louisa: that's your major?
George: yes.
Louisa: what college is that in?
George: Arts and Sciences.

....and that, in a nutshell, is George defined. Well, that and "Sure is sunny out" which makes my life.

and the moral is....THERE WERE GIRLS AT FENCING AND I FREAKED OUT. No one was more excited then me. I was so hyper. It was awesome. It made my life. I've been ranting about it for about a year now, but it was SO great to not be the only girl...because...wow. It was awesome.

French class is hard...to take..because we talk about things that make my heart sad inside. Like little roads in Paris, and I cry myself to sleep.

~La fin.~

ps thanks Sarah for the hot picture :)