Well, my spring break is finally coming to an end. With the weekend in full force, this means either one of two things: mass amounts of work needs to be done tomorrow and Sunday or copious amounts of alcohol need to be consumed. I've had enough detox and want to drink with my ladies (and Covich).
I must admit, this has been the best week I've had in the 315 in a very long time. By this I mean to say that I actually hung out with my Dad and we got along and didn't fight, it was everything I hoped it be and more. Not once did we butt heads over anything and this is quite pleasing to me. We watched several movies over the course of the week and we even went out to dinner tonight (his treat because I drove haha). Last week I requested a steak dinner and he went out and about to get me some steak so I could fill my meat craving, it was glorious. Along with the Pops, I actually got to hang out with Kara too. For those of you unfamiliar to this name, she is my step-sister (typically referred to as just my sister). I saw a bunch of kids from high school that I haven't seen since graduation and that was just awesome. I was so happy to see them. I've been beside myself all week with happiness and I haven't felt this way in a long time; I'm glad it's back.
Other boring things I've done this break: drug test, rented a car, argued with an insurance company.
Other fun things I've done this break: saw KT House! Spent all Wednesday with John (because we're going to get married after we've had our thrills). Started knitting leg warmers (why you ask? well, why the hell not I respond). Took Grandma Hahn out to lunch today. Saw the Madre on Easter.
Overall it has been a most successful week and I'm very stoked.
Above and beyond all else, my car is getting fixed! Yayy!!! I'm so happy about that. And after all is said and done, I should come out ahead; as long as I do, I'll be treating myself to a Jack's Mannequin concert with Anne and Nate (note to self: um, buy ticket... this is an important step in attending a concert).
I'll have the rental car for a week while my baby is getting fixed and then I get to come back next Friday to get her back. She'll be as good as new when the auto place gets done with her... and I can't wait. Until then, I've packed the rental with the essentials: Gum, CDs and a can of Frebreeze (for the prior renter was no doubt a chain smoker... I think I'm getting second hand smoke right now just from thinking about how bad it smells).
Sadly, I must leave the glorious 315 (where it effing snowed today... what's that shit all about...) tomorrow and return to the ever [not] so delightful Albania. The perk to this is I have great friends and liquor awaiting my arrival. So I guess the 518 gets some bonus points for that.
On a complete side note, the rental guy at Enterprise spelled my name wrong on the contract. Typically I point out that there's only one "e" in my name and that's in the last one, however I was distracted by John playing with the toy car and disciplining him as a good girlfriend should (as the rental guy most certainly believed we were dating from the all the great cracks that were made). As I got home, my lovely father pointed this error out to me. Now explain to me why, when you're copying straight from my license and debit card, you would proceed to spell my name wrong. I didn't make an error on either card. I didn't leave out the "e" on accident. Stupid people. No wonder they rent me cars instead of doing other things with their lives; they can't copy information correctly. This rant is totally pointless, but it made me both laugh and a little irritated at the same time. As I ranted to my father, he said he would start putting an "e" in my name and say he forgot how to spell it (like numerous other family members) at this I laughed, then proceeded to punch him. Good times.
Anywho, Covich has since invited me to play an internet game of beerpong, and who can pass that up?
I'll be in touch!
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Excuse me, have we met?
I haven't been around for long, but for the time that I've spent here, I've met many a person.
I've met the mean girls, the jocks, the band geeks and the drama kids. I've met the quiet kid who no one talks to unless they're cracking a joke, typically at his expense. I've met the partiers and the kids who don't get invited out. I've met the people who come from money and the people who don't. I've met the lovers and the haters. The posers and the skaters. The old and the young. The educated and the unfortunate. The sick and the healthy. The dreamers and the writers, the singers and the band. All these people I've met and then some. Not only have I met them all, but I've been most of them at some point in time.
I've met the people who become your family. The people that you confide in. The people that you depend on for anything and everything at the drop of a hat. These people know who you are inside and out. No matter what you say and what you do, these people will always be there.
People can be doers. These people are the people who get things done; be it for themselves or for someone else. People can be downers. These people being down not only themselves but those around them as well. Typically, their kind is unhealthy and parasitic to the surrounding world. People can optimistic yet others can be pessimistic. They can walk around with fake smiles saying fake things or they can be genuinely happy, saying everything that's in their heart.
Together, these people, and all the others, make up society.
However, at the same time there's users, cheaters, stealers, liars, snakes and cons. It is these people that taint the good heart of the young. They steal from you right out from under your nose.
I've seen alcoholism and how it consumes people. I've seen the struggle that they go through, that never seems to get conquered. I've seen them fall back to their old ways. I've seen failure in the eyes of the strong. I've seen success in the souls of the determined. All of these people I have seen and I'm only a young twenty years old.
I've loved and lost. Used and been used. Cheated and been cheated on. I've won some and lost many others. I've hurt and been hurt. I've broken a heart and mended another, just to watch it break again. I've tried the new to forget the old. I've gone back to the old to hurt the new.
It was all of these people that made me really start thinking to myself today. With kind words from a friend I realized the mistakes I have made in my past. I can't change what I've done, nor will I ever be able to. I can't take back the things I've said and I can't go back and say the things I should have.
The only thing you can do with your past is learn from it.
Beyond learning, you can remember what you want and forget the rest.
None of what I've done or who I've met has made me a bad person. It has brought me to where I am today to know the people that I know today. Of course there's things I would change if I could, but that's the beauty in life, when one door closes, two, three, four others open.
I am a strong, beautiful, independent woman who can be as successful, if not more, than the next. This, beyond all else, is what I must remember when it comes to people; when it comes to me and when it comes to you, whoever you may be.
I've met the mean girls, the jocks, the band geeks and the drama kids. I've met the quiet kid who no one talks to unless they're cracking a joke, typically at his expense. I've met the partiers and the kids who don't get invited out. I've met the people who come from money and the people who don't. I've met the lovers and the haters. The posers and the skaters. The old and the young. The educated and the unfortunate. The sick and the healthy. The dreamers and the writers, the singers and the band. All these people I've met and then some. Not only have I met them all, but I've been most of them at some point in time.
I've met the people who become your family. The people that you confide in. The people that you depend on for anything and everything at the drop of a hat. These people know who you are inside and out. No matter what you say and what you do, these people will always be there.
People can be doers. These people are the people who get things done; be it for themselves or for someone else. People can be downers. These people being down not only themselves but those around them as well. Typically, their kind is unhealthy and parasitic to the surrounding world. People can optimistic yet others can be pessimistic. They can walk around with fake smiles saying fake things or they can be genuinely happy, saying everything that's in their heart.
Together, these people, and all the others, make up society.
However, at the same time there's users, cheaters, stealers, liars, snakes and cons. It is these people that taint the good heart of the young. They steal from you right out from under your nose.
I've seen alcoholism and how it consumes people. I've seen the struggle that they go through, that never seems to get conquered. I've seen them fall back to their old ways. I've seen failure in the eyes of the strong. I've seen success in the souls of the determined. All of these people I have seen and I'm only a young twenty years old.
I've loved and lost. Used and been used. Cheated and been cheated on. I've won some and lost many others. I've hurt and been hurt. I've broken a heart and mended another, just to watch it break again. I've tried the new to forget the old. I've gone back to the old to hurt the new.
It was all of these people that made me really start thinking to myself today. With kind words from a friend I realized the mistakes I have made in my past. I can't change what I've done, nor will I ever be able to. I can't take back the things I've said and I can't go back and say the things I should have.
The only thing you can do with your past is learn from it.
Beyond learning, you can remember what you want and forget the rest.
None of what I've done or who I've met has made me a bad person. It has brought me to where I am today to know the people that I know today. Of course there's things I would change if I could, but that's the beauty in life, when one door closes, two, three, four others open.
I am a strong, beautiful, independent woman who can be as successful, if not more, than the next. This, beyond all else, is what I must remember when it comes to people; when it comes to me and when it comes to you, whoever you may be.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
the magic of the number 3
Well, it's the day after St. Patrick's day and I'm not drunk. I'm not even hung over. In fact, not a drop of alcohol hit these luscious lips today. Instead, I've decided it's time to detox myself for the next three weeks. Why three weeks? Well, I'd like to ask you why not? (it could end up being longer!)
It shouldn't be too bad; no one is here to party with now and next week is my spring break (which means no drinking anyway because I'll be home). The following week I just don't think I'm going to drink. And in the words of Emeril, BAM! three weeks are up. Besides, I need to get in shape for bathing suit season, so detox surly won't be the end of the word, or a bad idea for that matter.
Even without the OH in my system, this year's St. Patrick's day was enjoyable. Amar and I went out for "drunch" (for those of you who don't know, that would be an early dinner and late lunch... brush up on your lingo, geesh) at Panera. Then we went to Wal Mart where, for whatever reason, everything was funny to me. From trying to get Amar to buying kidney beans to buying a new dish strainer for my house. I couldn't stop laughing. Good times with my brown brother. Post Wal Mart, I went to a review class and then came home and gave my bathroom a massive scrub down. I felt very accomplished after cleaning the bathroom, kitchen and taking out the garbage.
Another successful day in the neighborhood.
Rock.
It shouldn't be too bad; no one is here to party with now and next week is my spring break (which means no drinking anyway because I'll be home). The following week I just don't think I'm going to drink. And in the words of Emeril, BAM! three weeks are up. Besides, I need to get in shape for bathing suit season, so detox surly won't be the end of the word, or a bad idea for that matter.
Even without the OH in my system, this year's St. Patrick's day was enjoyable. Amar and I went out for "drunch" (for those of you who don't know, that would be an early dinner and late lunch... brush up on your lingo, geesh) at Panera. Then we went to Wal Mart where, for whatever reason, everything was funny to me. From trying to get Amar to buying kidney beans to buying a new dish strainer for my house. I couldn't stop laughing. Good times with my brown brother. Post Wal Mart, I went to a review class and then came home and gave my bathroom a massive scrub down. I felt very accomplished after cleaning the bathroom, kitchen and taking out the garbage.
Another successful day in the neighborhood.
Rock.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Legends and Spirits
As Friday crept up on me, my friend's began to depart. Thursday night to honor the last night of them being around, obviously we partied in the basement; typical of a Thursday evening in Albany at the residence of 110. Naturally it was a hip-hoppin' good time for all those who came out for one more night on the town before ACP kids peaced out for their spring break; lucky bastards. I of course, have to wait another week and then I can be home free for at least seven days. Rock.
Because of my lack of friends, someone took it upon himself to talk me into venturing to Oneonta for the weekend. As I lay in bed debating this, I weighed the options. No friends here, friends there; no one to drink with here, party Saturday night there; tv to watch here, water polo to watch there. I think it was the water polo that did me in and next thing I know, I'm on 88 trucking out to the great town of Oneonta (the place where legends are made and spirits are broken).
I got there in time to watch the end of the Wick Water Polo game (woman's division I mind you), man that shit was intense. Post water polo game, there was a belly flop competition; also quite amusing and slightly intense. As the water activities drew to a close, Dave and I ventured to McDonald's to feed my fat self. The idea of drive-thrus continues to makes me shutter. Though this was only my second time utilizing the wonders of the "Drive-Thru" it was still a lousy experience. I panicked at the drive-thru (and not at the disco...) and sped away without my cheeseburger. Oh, how sad this young child was. Urgh, stupid McDonald's. The adventures then took us to John's house where we chillaxed for a few then peaced out back to the 'Wick. On a side note, while at John's house, I met another brown man named Amar! Who knew there was more than one in the world! As midnight came and went, 28 Days Later played on the screen before my eyes. It was a decent movie, I suppose. Then, it was bedtime.
Saturday was greeted with an 11 am brunch date with Addie, Dave, Colleen, Dave and Dave's counterpart (I think). It was lovely and the granola was delightful as always. Post brunch, some work was done (that's a foreign concept for me, so this was exciting). As work began to grow old, Dave threw out the option of playing some racquetball; naturally I jumped at this option (for you may not know it, but I'm a racquetball playing fool). A few hours later, I landed myself in Tokyo for some foreign eats (this would be Main St. in Oneonta, not Japan, fools). At the very least, I tried every part of my meal, including a funky looking soup, and some salad that I couldn't eat with my chopsticks. Finally, Dave got me a fork because I was not as masterful as those that I was eating with. The chicken something that I ordered was good for the most part, but the outside got annoying after a while, so I peeled it all off and made a big mess. So eventually, dinner was eaten, liquor store was visited, quick trip to Wal Mart, and then St. Patrick's day celebration began. Good times were had all around, especially during the trip to Sal's because my fat self wanted some pizza.
Sunday morning (more like afternoon) rolled around and I rolled off the couch and into the kitchen. The brilliant minds of B4 were cleaning their solo cups... who would have thought, what a genius idea! Though I have enough other cleaning to do post party, so I'll probably continue to damage our earth and throw out my solo cups. After a quick brunch, it was back to rt 88 and the dreaded city of Albany. Naturally it rained while I drove back, because that's what it does in Albany; it rains. It should reign, but instead it rains. Ha, I made a funny... Okay not really.
Anyway, now I sit in the cafe at SUNY with lovely Ted by my side as we prepare for our date in the library to whip out another wonderful 12 page paper. Nothing but good times to come I'm sure... Not.
Tomorrow is March 17th. A Monday. St. Patrick's Day. Great-Grandma's 88th birthday.
I wonder what else the day will hold.
Tune in later to find out.
Because of my lack of friends, someone took it upon himself to talk me into venturing to Oneonta for the weekend. As I lay in bed debating this, I weighed the options. No friends here, friends there; no one to drink with here, party Saturday night there; tv to watch here, water polo to watch there. I think it was the water polo that did me in and next thing I know, I'm on 88 trucking out to the great town of Oneonta (the place where legends are made and spirits are broken).
I got there in time to watch the end of the Wick Water Polo game (woman's division I mind you), man that shit was intense. Post water polo game, there was a belly flop competition; also quite amusing and slightly intense. As the water activities drew to a close, Dave and I ventured to McDonald's to feed my fat self. The idea of drive-thrus continues to makes me shutter. Though this was only my second time utilizing the wonders of the "Drive-Thru" it was still a lousy experience. I panicked at the drive-thru (and not at the disco...) and sped away without my cheeseburger. Oh, how sad this young child was. Urgh, stupid McDonald's. The adventures then took us to John's house where we chillaxed for a few then peaced out back to the 'Wick. On a side note, while at John's house, I met another brown man named Amar! Who knew there was more than one in the world! As midnight came and went, 28 Days Later played on the screen before my eyes. It was a decent movie, I suppose. Then, it was bedtime.
Saturday was greeted with an 11 am brunch date with Addie, Dave, Colleen, Dave and Dave's counterpart (I think). It was lovely and the granola was delightful as always. Post brunch, some work was done (that's a foreign concept for me, so this was exciting). As work began to grow old, Dave threw out the option of playing some racquetball; naturally I jumped at this option (for you may not know it, but I'm a racquetball playing fool). A few hours later, I landed myself in Tokyo for some foreign eats (this would be Main St. in Oneonta, not Japan, fools). At the very least, I tried every part of my meal, including a funky looking soup, and some salad that I couldn't eat with my chopsticks. Finally, Dave got me a fork because I was not as masterful as those that I was eating with. The chicken something that I ordered was good for the most part, but the outside got annoying after a while, so I peeled it all off and made a big mess. So eventually, dinner was eaten, liquor store was visited, quick trip to Wal Mart, and then St. Patrick's day celebration began. Good times were had all around, especially during the trip to Sal's because my fat self wanted some pizza.
Sunday morning (more like afternoon) rolled around and I rolled off the couch and into the kitchen. The brilliant minds of B4 were cleaning their solo cups... who would have thought, what a genius idea! Though I have enough other cleaning to do post party, so I'll probably continue to damage our earth and throw out my solo cups. After a quick brunch, it was back to rt 88 and the dreaded city of Albany. Naturally it rained while I drove back, because that's what it does in Albany; it rains. It should reign, but instead it rains. Ha, I made a funny... Okay not really.
Anyway, now I sit in the cafe at SUNY with lovely Ted by my side as we prepare for our date in the library to whip out another wonderful 12 page paper. Nothing but good times to come I'm sure... Not.
Tomorrow is March 17th. A Monday. St. Patrick's Day. Great-Grandma's 88th birthday.
I wonder what else the day will hold.
Tune in later to find out.
Monday, March 10, 2008
A new day has started since this thought entered my head.
I've been tossing the idea around of starting to blog again. Thanks to my big brother, I've been convinced to share my thoughts, ideas and adventures with the entire internet community, or at least those who care to read this.
As of today, my weekend that I dubbed "my death to 21 year olds" is finally coming to a close. After a night of entertaining for Tyler's 21st, a flooded basement for Anne's, and a fender bender for Daniela's, I've concluded that I never want to celebrate another 21st birthday again. Not even my own the way things have been going. I told my friend I would bake him a cake for his birthday, but then I mentioned I may or may not burn down the house when doing this. So together we arrived to a store bought cake (with no candles of course) and no forks or knives, for I could most likely cause some serious damage with those as well.
Though it is Monday turned to Tuesday, I say my weekend is finally closing because I have capped off the finishing touches of taking care of my car. No classes in the morning because a field adjuster is coming to take some photos of the damage. I hope I can get a classy pose out of this photo shoot, but if not, I just want Jane to look her best. (Jane is my car. Her name is compliments of my mother in that there is no AC, no power windows, no power locks and no cruise control. Just the basic features which include wheels, breaks, doors, and a radio; thus making her "Plain Jane" or the even plainer, straight forward "Jane")
I tried to give her some loving the night of the accident, we rubbed down her dashboard as we drove along Wolf Road in search of a fine dining establishment to continue celebrating the 21 years of life for Daniela and Anne. Jokes of my driving and how I abuse my car had been made all night, right up until the time I was rear-ended at the light. After the weekend I had (a day prior, someone backed into me... no damage, Jane can take a beating) I was not surprised when I heard the squealing tires and busting glass (that painful scream that I heard last... sorry I couldn't help sticking that line in there). In all honesty, I didn't think it was real until I saw the car fly up next to me and bits of Jane and the Gray Invader (this is the name I have dubbed the other kid's car) fly in front of me. I quickly jumped out to retrieve what I could of my broken baby. The cop was pretty chill; I proceeded to joke non-stop of the incident and confused the cop in that there was joking and laughing instead of screaming and punching. To retaliate our laughter the cop came over and said "okay, here's your tickets!" with a big smile on his face. The he was like "no, no, just kidding, there was so much laughing and joking, I wanted to join in." Naturally, I wanted to punch him in the face. Silly cops. It was nothing short of a good time....
Now that you can see the damage to poor little Jane, I'll just go ahead and tell you that I didn't really get into a car accident. What really happened was a bear came right out of no where (though it actually may have came from Home Depot) and while I stopped for for a red light he attacked the back of my car. I know, I couldn't believe that happened either. Damn bears.
After all that was said and done, we finished the weekend of birthday celebrations with going to bomber's for the giant 40 oz. free birthday margarita for Daniela. I could have downed that thing in about 5 minutes after the night/weekends previous events; Daniela on the other hand paced herself.
So today, I had two classes that Jane brought me to (she's built Ford tough and is still drivable, thankfully) and I came home to make what felt like nine million phone calls to get everything taken care of. It was good to know that his insurance is covering a loaner car for me when I'm on Spring Break getting my car fixed (in the words of Eric "joyride time!!"). Speaking of Spring Break, I have more phone calls to make. I need to get a drug test so I can work in the pharmacy. I failed the ethics test (long story) and will probably fail the drug test too with my luck. I'm looking forward to working a ton of hours if at all possible over break and then going home on the weekends to work and avoid mass alcohol consumption so that I can study instead. My studying of course consists of three minutes of reading and then two hours of Freecell and Facebook stalking.. That game and that website are my kryptonite, I swear.
I think it's time for bed, and Covich wants to read this, so I guess I'll stop here and appease the masses. More tomorrow I'm sure, I feel like this is going to by my new kryptonite and is also slightly addicting (similar to crack, actually).
Tomorrow is Tuesday Night Date Night with Anne. I wonder what we'll have for dinner....
As of today, my weekend that I dubbed "my death to 21 year olds" is finally coming to a close. After a night of entertaining for Tyler's 21st, a flooded basement for Anne's, and a fender bender for Daniela's, I've concluded that I never want to celebrate another 21st birthday again. Not even my own the way things have been going. I told my friend I would bake him a cake for his birthday, but then I mentioned I may or may not burn down the house when doing this. So together we arrived to a store bought cake (with no candles of course) and no forks or knives, for I could most likely cause some serious damage with those as well.
Though it is Monday turned to Tuesday, I say my weekend is finally closing because I have capped off the finishing touches of taking care of my car. No classes in the morning because a field adjuster is coming to take some photos of the damage. I hope I can get a classy pose out of this photo shoot, but if not, I just want Jane to look her best. (Jane is my car. Her name is compliments of my mother in that there is no AC, no power windows, no power locks and no cruise control. Just the basic features which include wheels, breaks, doors, and a radio; thus making her "Plain Jane" or the even plainer, straight forward "Jane")
I tried to give her some loving the night of the accident, we rubbed down her dashboard as we drove along Wolf Road in search of a fine dining establishment to continue celebrating the 21 years of life for Daniela and Anne. Jokes of my driving and how I abuse my car had been made all night, right up until the time I was rear-ended at the light. After the weekend I had (a day prior, someone backed into me... no damage, Jane can take a beating) I was not surprised when I heard the squealing tires and busting glass (that painful scream that I heard last... sorry I couldn't help sticking that line in there). In all honesty, I didn't think it was real until I saw the car fly up next to me and bits of Jane and the Gray Invader (this is the name I have dubbed the other kid's car) fly in front of me. I quickly jumped out to retrieve what I could of my broken baby. The cop was pretty chill; I proceeded to joke non-stop of the incident and confused the cop in that there was joking and laughing instead of screaming and punching. To retaliate our laughter the cop came over and said "okay, here's your tickets!" with a big smile on his face. The he was like "no, no, just kidding, there was so much laughing and joking, I wanted to join in." Naturally, I wanted to punch him in the face. Silly cops. It was nothing short of a good time....
Now that you can see the damage to poor little Jane, I'll just go ahead and tell you that I didn't really get into a car accident. What really happened was a bear came right out of no where (though it actually may have came from Home Depot) and while I stopped for for a red light he attacked the back of my car. I know, I couldn't believe that happened either. Damn bears.
After all that was said and done, we finished the weekend of birthday celebrations with going to bomber's for the giant 40 oz. free birthday margarita for Daniela. I could have downed that thing in about 5 minutes after the night/weekends previous events; Daniela on the other hand paced herself.
So today, I had two classes that Jane brought me to (she's built Ford tough and is still drivable, thankfully) and I came home to make what felt like nine million phone calls to get everything taken care of. It was good to know that his insurance is covering a loaner car for me when I'm on Spring Break getting my car fixed (in the words of Eric "joyride time!!"). Speaking of Spring Break, I have more phone calls to make. I need to get a drug test so I can work in the pharmacy. I failed the ethics test (long story) and will probably fail the drug test too with my luck. I'm looking forward to working a ton of hours if at all possible over break and then going home on the weekends to work and avoid mass alcohol consumption so that I can study instead. My studying of course consists of three minutes of reading and then two hours of Freecell and Facebook stalking.. That game and that website are my kryptonite, I swear.
I think it's time for bed, and Covich wants to read this, so I guess I'll stop here and appease the masses. More tomorrow I'm sure, I feel like this is going to by my new kryptonite and is also slightly addicting (similar to crack, actually).
Tomorrow is Tuesday Night Date Night with Anne. I wonder what we'll have for dinner....
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