I wanted the bull to win

Anybody ever been to a real bull fight? Well - you're glad you weren't at this one! Or maybe you wish you were? I kinda wouldn't mind to have seen this myself, but only if I was somewhere out of harms way... like across the arena. Over the weekend in Mexico City, a 1,000 pound black bull fucking leaped up into the air and into the stands, trampling dozens of spectators too awe-struck and bedazzled to get the fuck out of the way. Surprisingly, no one was fatally injured during this incident. My response to this event is simply a word of advice to people who hopefully, will never find themselves in a deer-in-the-headlights situation such as this any time soon - and that is to act don't react. Run you morons! Ignore this advice, and you're guarunteed a bull's horn up your ass.

News Flash:

Guys suck.

(with the exception of a few rare cases)

Alas...the weekend

This week was too long.

This weekend will be even longer.

Overwhelming...

Next week will be even longer.

Horrific thought, really.

When can I sleep?

Does anyone know anything about dude ranches in Arizona? That's where we want to go for spring break this yea....a weekend in Jamaica is in the making, too.

The meaning of life is...

THAT LIFE HAS NO MEANING.


There. I said it.

Mini-Break in the Keys

Aware of the fact I have been living in Florida for the past 4 years, I am a bit dissapointed in myself for not having visited the Florida Keys before. I made it all around Europe, however never managed to drive 4 hours south to experience the little beauty that Florida has to offer. (Speaking like a true new englander) Upon my arrival back at Rollins last week, my boyfriend David Dwyer and I drove my jeep down to Key West to bum around on the beach for a few days. Being spontaneous, we didn't make hotel reservations. Okay - no one told me that Key West is whicked small, and completely booked up for the next fucking three years. Craziness. People everywhere. On the side walks. In the streets. Fucking up your ass people. I just wanted an inn on the beach! One concierge employee told us that a room for the night would be $420. I think she was brain-damaged - who pays that for a night in Key West besides the shiek of India? Gawd. Fed up with hotels and looking at ugly Americans waddle about the streets, Dave and I retreated back to the town of Marathon to get drunk at a bar, watch the Pats, and then figure out what to do. I know it sounds like a stupid plan but I just really wanted a drink!
There was a girl at the bar from Rhode Island, camping with her dad at a local state park. After a few drinks with her, she gave me the code for the security system on the gate going into the park. (3250 for anyone wanting to bust into Bahia Honda State Park). So. At 2am Dave and I broke into this park, made a bed out of the back of my jeep, parked the car on the sand and slept in it - we woke up to a gorgeous white-sand, turquoise water beach! This is where we spent the rest of the weekend - drunk and hanging on the beach. Due to a bad sunburn, Dave paid for a hotel for the next two nights - which was good because I wanted to watch the Golden Globes.
Anyways, I had a blast in the Keys. I went there to get away from people, and stare at the ocean all day. Bahia Honda State Park was just the place to do it! Okay - so the park ranger busted Dave and I for using the shower facilities in the "campers only" bath house and made us pay cash for its use - (butch-ass woman) - but other than that our weekend on scheming went off without a hitch! It was great!

Julia caught a lizard today.

Julia caught a lizard today. It was running around our living room. I took this picture of it...

Houston's is the place to go

Julia suggested we go to Houston's today at 4pm. What a great place...spinach dip, grilled chicken salad with that wicked good peanut dressing and the hawaiian ribeye(medium rare, of course)...we split all of them and had ourself a lovely friday afternoon linner...or dunch...whatever you wanna call it.


no one will see chronicles of narnia with me but im hoping that i can sweet talk julia into going. she usually does what i tell her to do because i tend to make every idea(even the worst..) sound like dreams come true. i'm manipulative like that. im only writing this because im sure that julia will eventually read it and flip out.

hey so whats the deal with lily pulitzer clothes? have i talked about this before?

If I could have a conversation with Lily Pulitzer in person it would go something like this...

Lily..can I call ya Lil? Look.. I totally support fashion design, creativity, doing what you love..bla bla bla... but if you have horrid taste, why would you need to share it with the world and somehow brainwash the entire population of white american yuppies into wearing it around? I mean, come on.. you can't possibly think that flourescent green whales printed on flourescent pink pants is actually attractive? you've got to have more sense than that. I do have to give you a little credit though. You've managed to charge a small fortune for the ugliest clothes ever made. Bravo. I have to remind you though... you can't shine shit and your clothes are shit so... please do us all a favor and take your earnings, close your stores and move away...far away. I'm just trying to be a good friend to you, Lil. This will benefit mankind, I promise.

and so it is....

break is over.

how depressing. its freezing here...should be some sort of motivation to want to go back to sunny happy florida but once a masshole...always a masshole. i liked hanging at The Snug last night w/ my mum and bee....the Snug is an Irish pub in Hingham...much more "authentic" than Fiddlers. There doesn't seem to be much of anything authentic in Florida except fast food and housing complexes. ok ok im being a jerk..florida is O.K.... but massachusetts wins hands down!!!

What is going on?

I don't really know what's going on.

Last night was fun. Houston's for some STEAK...Bruins game... The Rack to play pool and chill with some NHL dudes.. of course I had no idea who they were at all but...whatever I guess it's cool.

School is starting again. Ew. School. Anyone wanna give me a job that pays 80K+/year in Boston? that'd be wicked nice.

2006: A Clean Slate?

This is a picture of what Glasgow looked like when I arrived there last year. Looks a bit like outside my window right now - buts its Scotland so it was sooo much better.
Don't you just love New Years? You get to start all over. Everybody get s a second chance. Starting a year with a clean slate, personally or even in general "the world" is a pretty amazing thing. However, I would just like to point out that I think it sucks that 2006 is already dented in a few big ways. Two days ago a skating rink roof in Germany collapsed upon dozens of families using the facility, resulting in many fatalities. Just as of this morning, news arrived that 12 of 13 trapped miners 260 ft below the surface of the Sago Mine in West Virginia (yes folks, the sketchy baptist state) had perished as well. Wierd, since the families of the victims were gievn false hopes only hours before that their loved ones had survived and were to be rescued. This is all sad. I wonder what else 2006 will bring? I personally would like a repeat of 2005, because I'd be walking up to 21 Maclay Hall right now for the first time, attempting the juggle my massive luggage while trying to get my key in the lock. Why aren't I there! ): Despite the sickening longing feeling I get thinking about that, I can revert my thoughts to something much more happy!
Jordan and I are going to the omni theater today to watch a nature show. I like nature shows. Especially when I am stoned. Whooooooo!

After Christmas is so damn depressing

-this cow has an extra leg that I wish someone would get rid of so he doesn't get made fun of...


The holidays are all fun and games and food and wine until a couple days after the first when the tree has to come down. Today I watched my mother as she hastily packed away the ornaments as if it was so painful that she needed to rush to get it over with. "Goodbye, Christmas... for another year" she pouted as she stared at the little heart-shaped pillow ornament embroidered in red with the word, "Joy." I guess her hairdresser had given her that ornament back in California to congratulate her on having her child, that child being me. Its once white lace border is now stained pink from one of the floods our basement endured which happened to get ahold of some of our Christmas stuff. It looked kind of sad, sitting at the top front and center of our tree, like it had had enough torture of the overwhelming weight of having to carry around such a bold word, "JOY." After all, it was the threads of that very word that stained the rest of its white. Why the hell would anyone want to read any of this? I don't really know but I'm sure some incredibly bored Blog perusing soul will stumble upon it and picture the little ornament..

So I watched my mother for a few more minutes before getting up to help with the agonizing task of packing up Christmas once again.

Ew I'm being such a bum. I just read The Secret Life of Bees and I loved it so much that I'm depressed it had to end. I started it at 10 oclock this morning and didn't move until this afternoon when I'd finally finished the whole book. Ok thats it I have absolutely nothing worthwhile to say.