hey folks. i'm trying out the "rich text" mode that livejournal has to offer. i don't know if it will come out looking the same as it looks right now once i post it - but who cares, it looks good now.
so let's see... lots to update on. you know, i wanted to update weeks ago, but i keep putting it off. i know i did the silverchair blog, but - duh.
keegan is watching a 2 part episode of CSI directed by tarantino right now. i would have been into it had i been paying attention in part one. now it's too late, and there is another 45 min of this episode. ah well, guess i'll catch up here.
so a couple weeks ago, a bunch of us went to roots down below at pufferbellies. we all got there way too early. which pretty much meant there wasn't much to do but drink a shitload to pass the time. it ended up being me, keegan, erin, renee, katie feist, tara, jen a, kelcey, ryan, and dan. a lot of long islands and shots ensued on everyone's part. people were accosted, others were dodged. we rocked out since it was clearly late enough in the night for us all to be in that kinda mood. at the end of the night i got overly emotional drunk and made a bit of a scene regarding kelcey, and her driving herself and dan home. we figured it out. we should have planned ahead because we didn't have the most sober of drivers, but we had the sober-est of drivers. promise. it was a looong night. it was also a funnn night. belee dat.
on another note, we finally bit it and went to a bridal expo. it was me, keegan, jen p, jen's mom, my mom, and my sister. we were bombarded with information. we got the date, but still no idea where we are gonna have it. i pretty much found my dress, but i am not gonna try them on till next year. i have so many hopefulls for my bridesmaids dresses, but they keep changing. and the bridesmaid thing is KILLING ME. as if it isn't hard enough to keep the wedding totals below 200... all my friends want to be bridesmaids. almost all of them are equally entitled to the job. however, i cannot have 8 bridesmaids with like 4 or 5 ushers. i need to clean house - which will make people very upset but it's not a contest. if i have one person, then the other person wants to know what makes that person more qualified then them? it's basically a game of ranking my friends, which is the last thing i want to do. i promised bridesmaids status to almost everyone - before i really realized that it can't go down like that. oh well, we'll cross that bridge sooner or later. anyway - back to the expo. so we get a bunch of shit, enter a bunch of giveaways, collect a lot of phamplets... blah blah blah. so then these guys are gonna give away a night stay at any marriott hotel, anywhere. but the catch is that you have to be the first 11 callers. so we all had to get cell phones out and continuously call this dude. so a bunch of people get it, me not being one of them. apparently once you were one of the 11, you had to get on stage and dance for it. they had you do a couple different dances, and the audience picked the winner. the dj guy needed help with the cha cha slide, so he asked if anyone in the audience knew it. of course, lauren chester knew it. so she had to go on stage, and have all these people follow her lead. the dude kept calling her "fly girl". have to admit, it was mildly entertaining. or maybe it was the sea breezes i was drinking... idk. then there was a fashion show where i realized that palm beach coral and/or burnt orange vests look like shit on the guys. so that's another modification i have to look into making. so after the fashion show was over... the dude asks for all the couples to come on stage. i, of course, wanted no part of it. however, keegan raised his hand, and my mom was trying to hold my hand up. so, along with 11 other couples, we had to go up on stage to play a rendition of the "newlywed game". meh. the couples all had to stand back to back, and the boys got a clipboard and a pen. the dj dude (from mr. tux) asked questions, and our answers had to match. the first question was what was the guys' best feature. i said lips. keegan said smile. we were in. a bunch of people got eliminated. there was only 4 of us left. next question was who would your guy want to be for a day. i panicked and went with justin timberlake. i don't know, it was a shot in the dark. and kind of a joke. i mean, it's just for a day! ANYWAY keegan said himself.. but we lucked out cus everyone else got that one wrong too, so we got to stay. the next question was what was the last movie we saw together in the theater? the 2 girls to my right got it totally wrong. i could not remember for the life of me, but by the time it got to me it clicked - alpha dog. so i was safe. oh, did i mention this was a contest for $250 cash? so the girl next to me is all "omg i know all the actors and what happened in the movie but i cant remember the title!" and the guy was like... "ok, who was in it and what happened" and as she was explaining it, the audience yells out the name. and HE FUCKING GAVE IT TO HER! bullshit. mind you, her fucking fiance was the one that won the damn night at the marriot for being an entertaining person to watch do pelvic thrusts. so, okay - next question. what is your soon-to-be-mother-in-law's birthday? i knew it when it came around, but i had completely forgot. but of course, the connecticut-bred looking bitch knew it right down to the year. can you believe we lost when she totally cheated? so i was PISSED. keegan was okay with it. but i had to complain to mother. well wouldn't you believe she marched right on up to the tux guy and asked if there was a runner-up prize or something since it clearly wasn't fair. we ended up leaving with a free tux for the wedding. lame compared to $250 cash, but whatev.
work has been tough lately. our boss is nothing short of a douchebag. i mean, when he is nice - he is my fave adult to be around. but when he isn't being nice, he is a royal asshole. he makes shit up in his head. wicked mood disorders. and he knows it, which might be the worst part. sometimes i feel like working for him is like being in an abusive relationship with someone you love, because you feel like no one else will love you. yeah, totally.
i learned something tonight. i learned that positive reinforcement is the key to life. think about it. if you get constantly praised for the good things you do, you will look for that praise all the time, thus striving for excellence. this is why i can't do math. i had a hard time with it, but instead of helping me through it, my parents got angry and frustrated with why i just couldn't get it - and would scare me into getting the questions right. which i seldom did. i try my hardest to offer positive reinforcement, and now i realize that the reason i do, is because i am treating others as i would like to be treated, which is how i tend to roll. for instance, when i taught keegan to drive standard... instead of freaking out and huffing and puffing and freaking him out when he would stall or something - i would tell him how good he was doing, and offer suggestions on how he might alter what he was doing to make it more comfortable to him. he learned in no time. same thing with jen a. no sooner did i teach her, she was driving my car on hills for chrissakes.
we went to the all american pub for dinner the other night for my dad's 44th. my parents admitted that they are much nicer to their children now. i was the test kid. so much so, that my sister pushed all her dreams of boston college to the wind, because she is too comfortable with mommy at home. she won't even get a fucking license. it's gross! not only that, she has a "serious" boyfriend (who is already like a part of the family) that she doesn't want to leave. she has some serious plans to go to 4 C's and try to further her career as a cheerleader. my brother, thankfully, wants to go to florida state... then move to NH. i told him to go to FL and not come back. he has to get out. and NH is not all he thinks it is. or else i'd still be there.
on an entirely different note... my bunny is a celine dion fan. during the oscar's last night, when celine came on - she stopped eating, perked her ears so high, and raised her left paw off the ground and held it there. then ran under her box and hopped around it for a bit. man, she loooves it. then today keegan was saying things like "marky mark" and "panic at the disco" to look for a reaction. nothing. then he says "celine dion" and she starts doing this weird twitchy thing with her face. fucking celine loving fascist. love her.
um. lots of concerts coming up. don't know how i'm gonna do it, but i gotta.
say anything & saves the day.
state radio.
roots down below and the wailers.
my chemical romance.
fall out boy/the academy is.../+44/cobra starship.
30 seconds to mars (and a couple other bands i could care less about).
ROGER WATERS!
dispatch (already got tickets).
i feel like i am missing a couple but that's okay, doesn't really matter.
i have GOT to go. keegan has now thrown my keys, a cigarette pack, 2 lighters, and a sock at the bunny because she is "not responding" to him. there goes the other sock. this is what happens when you let him drink 2 bottles of champagne by himself. good god. luckily, he wouldn't throw it hard enough to hit her.. but i might just have to hit him.
laaate.
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