someone said your name yesterday, and i said, "who?" everyone laughed, but i've never been more serious in my life.
a real update perhaps?
friday:
school for the 14th day in a row. gosh, what an exhausting two weeks it has been, eh? work after school, hooray for money. patty picked me up and it was off to shan's for some surprise partying it uppp. we had to hide-park the gumbleymobile on a side street. jon tj ev maeve aaron joe dave shan patty myself and, of course, the birthday boyyyyy, tommmm! tj called me fat and made me stop eating candy. not even joking. i was just that out of controlllllllllll. many laughs, good times, not sure if tom liked it too much though. i'm peritttty sure he was just looking forward to a night alone with shan (sans teej!)
saturday:
445 alarm, 540 bus. front row at the parade, drizzly, dreary weather. but a perfect day of celebration, nice shots of pedro, schilling, manny, johnny, and all of my boys. (ill post them when i'm not too lazy) we actually followed the duck boats all along the route to the charles. oh, i was just so unbelievably excited. bought a johnny is my homeboy shirt. <3j.d.<3 i still can't believe they did it. just the thought brings a huge smile to my face. it's unreal how wonderful it all is... sigh. i love my bosox. we were home around 1, i went for a run (worked off that candy, right?), took a shower, shopped for accessories for the homecoming, took a nap, called patty in a panic (she was asleep!! gasp!), she came over, straightened my hair, and got ready in all of 10 minutes. down to the wire.
i can't believe it's already been three years since rye and i went to our first homecoming back in october of 01. snap, where does that time go? so cliche, but it's crazy! i remember everything about it! being wicked nervous, laughing about the photographer tripping over a random iron, genuine smiles in what is my favorite picture ever, meeting dan, thinking he was hot, meeting the mcmani, cracking up because they're so fucking hilarious, dropping pizza, making a barefoot girl slip in coke, double chocolate peanut butter cake at gregg's post-hc.... sigh... excellent times.
this year rye was feeling a little sick, but we still had an all around great time. the dj, of course, sucked (that's basically to be expected now, though.) kev took a great picture of rye and i passed out at our table. seeing the ever so beautiful kayleigh was a joyous occasion. OH MY GOD. STACEY'S BOYFRIEND IS SO HOT. but his (former?) cocaine addiction is a bit of a turn off... not even kidding... afterwards rye and i hit up the cheesecake factory for some utter heaven manifested in cheesecake form.
sunday:
slept late. was curt schilling (sans crutches) for halloween. rye was robin (of batman and robin). liz (aka "clinkerbell") joined us for a bit and was... well, we're not quite sure, but definitely not a man (which is what someone actually asked her).
monday:
worked, ran, showered, slept, ate, application-ed it uppp. lauren's celebration of early application deadline was rescheduled (the head cheerleader forgot today was the first round of soccer playoffs... i find this hilarious!!! :) ) so i think i'm going to go read vogue and call it an early night.
tomorrow?
nick's casa, then shan patty and steph will share their glorious presences a casa mia to work on our dia de los muertos altar.
if you can, go vote, mofo. dont make me have to kick your ass, beavis.