Gaga Fever.

So yet again in my music history class, i would like to address the ridiculousness of the VMAs the other night. More specifically, Lady Gaga's blatant amazingness. My roommate Jill hates Gaga, and it breaks my heart. How can you not love someone who came to the VMAs dressed like this...
She is my new idol.
I'm becoming extremely controlling about my party these days. I've decided what rory will be wearing, what i will be wearing, and i'm trying to decide what to get so that when people come to my party NOT wearing something glittery, i can make them wear. i'm thinking cheap plastic glittery top hats. probably get them at iparty or something. and i want glittery temporary tats to put on everyone. makes me cry that mare says she might come and then she cant. breaks my heart. mare. hitchhike. it's safe if you just bring pepper spray and a big knife. hahahhaa. ohhh my life.

Effbomb you school.

so i'm chillin in my music history class. sooo boring. we're listening to corelli's christmas concerto. baaaarf. so rory is throwing me a bday party on the 25th even though my bday is a week later, which is exciting except for the BLATANT flaw that neither maren or natie will be there. which obviously is the formula for the perfect party. it's a glitter party and so everyone has to wear something glittery. which will be fun if i can get anyone to come. i dont have that many friends so it might be a little awkward. SPEAKING of awkward. so i have 5 roommates and one of them, Karen, has the biggest asshole boyfriend in the world. she thinks he's amazing but the truth is, he's probably the antichrist. there's a campus wide movement right now called the "no hate movement" where you sign your name on a banner pledging that you will not discriminate against people of a different race, gender, sexuality, etc etc. someone one day drew a big X on the word "no" on the poster. later, tyler (the asshole boyf of karen) admitted to doing said deed. he says the word faggot constantly, says every racist word known to man, (nigger, chink, kyke, mick, towel head, sand nigger, etc etc.) he gets drunk EVERY night, no joke he's drunk on a wednesday at 6 in the evening. and he brags about driving while he's drunk. basically he is everything bad about the evils in the world. so last Saturday, before going off to see danny and doing an extremely disorganized wedding, i was getting ready, and i hear this disgusting slapping noise and rhythmic pounding noise. turns out, karen and tyler were having extremely EXTREEMELY loud sex. i can never have sex again because it disgusts me now. the other roommates are extremely angry and i'm extremely disturbed. it's horrific. no one knows what to say to her, so we're just kind of staying out of her way.
so there's this new girl in orchestra who's crazy amazing. she's an exchange student from Tokyo and i really want to be her friend, but i'm so awkward that it's weird. it's a friend crush. how do you just become friends with someone? i'm such a nerd and a little kid that i just cant "hang out" with someone. whatever. class is almost over so i'm signing off. love everyone
michelle

I love chicken nuggets

I'm now moved into my new apartment at school. Fortunately, there was only a mild case of traumatization where I realized that I will be flirting with the line between sanity and complete mental chaos for the next 8 months. It is troubling. But as I sit here, listening to my neighbors blast Smash Mouth to my left and drunk girls yell at Linda to my right, I think maybe this won't be so bad after all. Just gotta dust off the old thinking cap, remember my social skills, and numb my body with happy thoughts of bunnies and rainbows while I shut myself in the pain locker that is skiing each day. Tis easy. Much easier than assembling shelves to go above our toilet. How many people does it take to assemble a shitty ass, ugly, cannot stand on it's own, little shelf to make a female's bathroom routine a little easier? The answer, my friends, is 4. One guy that knows how to screw, one Beverly-Hills resident, one covert commander that sits around making sexual puns about screws, nails, wood, and "the back", and one blonde. You also need approximately 2 hours and a lot of sanity. And there it goes! So much for hanging out on the line--I guess I'll just dive into the deep end of insanity. At least now I have an accesible place for the necessities of life: retainers and contacts. I'm a dork, what can I say? They do fit nicely right above our beautiful toilet.

So here it is, a brand spankin new school year. And I would like the answer the burning question of the week with another question
"So Maren, are you ready for school?"
oh yeah? I'd like to know...
"So Bowdoin, are you ready for me?"

If you feel like participating in the new poll, which actually has some sort of purpose this time, and you wish to research a bit, here is a link-->Pandora
and here is a pic
Sick huh? I thought so too.

JEEEZZZZ

So my mother has decided to also get on my ass about blogging. She's currently off to make me a blueberry marg, courtesy of marens mam. She's also going to give me a back rub. ps, mare, it's indie. fyi. and they would be offended by anything because that's just what they do. they act offended and like you're a stupid piece of trash because you're not a vegan. I'm going to freak my shit. my mother is trying to tell me what to write in the blog. what. a. whore. i'm puzzled as to how short summer seems and how long everything else seems. i'm so effing unhappy about school starting and my not being able to see my marebear for another 3948573802 years. instead of counting down the days til school, i'll count down the days until i can see mare again. what the hell was that naan i had last night!!!??? it was un.be.lievable. i could eat it every day of my fricken life. it was naan, but it had nuts, and coconut, and sweet spices, and it was the best thing i've ever had in my mouth ever. even though cosmo says that you should pretend that a guys penis is the best thing you've ever had in your mouth, i say that no one at cosmo has ever had this bread. i ate dog/cat food for dinner tonight... that was disgusting. and i'm off to clean rosie's ears. ps. everyone should read THIS.
good god i love life.

Since Michelle is being lazy...

Now comes the week that we ready ourselves for year 2/3 of college. And I feel like I'm the only person without a fb status counting down the days until I move in. Like, YAY. I can't wait to throw myself back into the sleepless study abyss where I'm surrounded by alcoholics from Boston that still manage to be smarter than me! Ok, I admit I'm being a little cynical and bitchy, but I do enjoy sleeping for 12 hrs every night and only having to answer to my dogs. Except after watching Walle last night, I feel like I should be in a constant state of motion or else I'll become a boneless fatty that eats out of a cup. Perhaps I'll pace around my kitchen table while I write this. Perhaps I'm being such a debby downer because Kevin left yesterday, which means summer is pretty much over. Let's lighten the mood shall we?

Dan and I designed our house yesterday. So. We are going to have a house with a wrap around porch, and our house is going to be covering a giant indoor pool--and that's it. All the rooms in the house will be little islands floating in the pool, so you have to swim from room to room, or kayak or canoe or float, whatever your pleasure. Also, there will be a moat surrounding the house in which our guest houses will float. yes we will be able to afford it! geesh, have a little faith. of course Michelle wants a big guest house, and that's what she'll get. At the moment we only have two others in mind: one for Nikolai and Nora, the other for Sam and Kevin. Pretty sweet huh? If you want in, well that's just too bad.

Also, somebody hayed our field a few weeks ago, and the hay bales are still here! yeeee! they look like giant after dinner mints or giant mini marshmallows. Not giant regular marshmallows for the proportions are totally different. I love it when my backyard is adorned with giant mini marshmallows

The folk festival is this weekend! That means lots of binging on fried food and indian food--the best--and hippies dancing to reggae music. Always a local favorite. I'll have to break out my indie/hippy attire from storage. Question: do indie kids prefer indie or indy spelling-wise? I don't want to offend anyone. Unfortunately, I lost my kickass fake ray bans, so I'll just have to rock the aviators. They go with my nose piercing better anyway, but it will take away from the indie vibe.

Well that's all for now. I did skip a lot of the highlights from the month of august, but when the time is right, I'll break them out again. I think I'm going to the bank right now, then I'll go get some weekend jeans and newton faulkner.

Dear Michelle,

Michelle, update this NOW! or I fork you





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