Bechamel in Marseille

Recipe for fun!

2 parents who left

8 good friends

12 pack of smirnoff ice

2 bottles of BAD vodka

1 odd girl with violent mood swings (guess who would that be??)

1 bad cd

A sprinkling of drama…..(among other things)

So, as one can see from this list I had nothing but fun as my I celebrated my parents first going away. The planning was done way ahead as I got news of when they were leaving. The alcohol was secured, and I braced myself for a night of getting total fucked-faced. Little did I know how oddly satisfying the whole thing would turn out to be….

Sherling came over around 7, when the festive were barely starting. We had no booze, so we had to contend with watching the Sound of Music on the television. Even that was a trip in itself because narration for the blind was being played. Someone screwed with my TV apparently so now we heard “Maria lifted her head and tenderly gazed into the captain’s eyes…..” WTF??!?! But apparently it was the funniest thing I have ever seen because me and Sher kept watching it. Soon, I get a call from my old friend Roger Profitt, whom I haven’t seen in ages! He called to say that he was going to come over with Zach, also whom I haven’t seen in ages.

Chrisite arrived and man this girl has not changed at all. She was still her usual wisecracking, hilarious self and it made me wonder why I didn’t get to know her better in high school. Hunter and his friend Noel arrived after that with Smirnoff ice!!!! (Why I’m excited about that will be told later) Now, mind you I haven’t seen Hunter in four years, so it was a pleasant surprise to see that he hasn’t changed much. Soon Zach, Roger, and their friend Peter (who looked a lot like a singer from the k-pop group Shinwha) arrived after that.

The party started with some god-awful vodka. (Good job Hunter, I asked for vodka, not rubbing alcohol….) The drinking was furious as Sher managed to finish her flask of Southern Comfort in 30 minutes. One look at her bleary eyes and red-ass face told me she was gone, even though it was only 11:45. I, on the other hand, had a shot of the rubbing alcohol, SC, and then proceeded on to the smirnoff ice, one of the many bottles I consumed that night. (OH shush, I haven’t drank in 6 months)

Entertainment was me, as I wondered around my house, occasionally dancing to whatever was playing on the stereo while deep-throating a smirnoff bottle. The topic, as usual, turned to sex. This then led to a discussion on our favorite porn actresses, who was unanimously Janine Lindemulder.

More drinking was on hand, even though I oddly was the only one who was drinking. This was probably partly due to my screamings on how no one could drink the remaning smirnoffs. Overly energetic, I bounced around, boucing outside, mostly collasping a lot, then boucing back up again. I complained a lot on how small my chest was, grabbing them at will, with the bottle in hand. Which then prompted me to tell Christie how I’ve always checked her tits out during high school…..(ahh alcohol, the truh bearer)

I did get the loving I needed as both Christie and Sher gave me kisses. (on my cheeks pervs) But that was all I was given as I surprisingly restrained myself sexually….(I must have neded to drink more)

I also did get into these violent mood swings as I started to bawl about how I missed my brother (IT WAS THE ALCOHOL TALKING I SWEAR!) and all the bitching that I did with Enoch (ugh messy situation cleaned up nicely by yours truly) Then I would surprisingly stop to take more swigs from my bottle and to jump around again.

Then Peter’s friend Alice stopped by. From what I remembered this girl was nothing but a sweetheart who put up with all my crap even when I started to ask her if she was a lesbian. (I honestly don’t know wheter she was trying to be cordial or was too surprised to even retort back to me)  

The night around 3:30 when I was too exhausted to care about anything. I mostly walked around, getting sober. The idea of a strip club came, but damn lazy asses wouldn’t drive me (yea you bitches! hee hee j/k) I ended up going to bed first, while sher later came in (she said I was trying to cuddle with her; I swear this girl wants me!!)

I woke up with a surprisingly clear head and no real urge to stick my head in the toilet. I said bye to everyone who slept over and proceeded to clean everything up.

To sum up the night: It was a night of reminsicing, drama, and smirnoff. (Did i mention the smirnoff???)

OK, I’ve had 69 visitors (hee hee ok done being immature) And not ONE of you guys posted on the guestbook? Leave one measly comment? Aigo, my thoughts need to be rewarded with SOME kind of feedback……

In short: POST SOMETHING!

Anyways, just thought of something yesterday. I was dropping my grandma off at her retirment place. There is never any parking there, so I couldn’t help her carry her stuff. As self-sufficent and strong this woman is, I coudln’t help but feel guilt and an overwhelming sense of sadness as she pushed her grocery cart through the doors. I know I’m going to end up like that when I get old. Hell, we all will. Old, relying on people, etc. And I know it’ll get back when I need someone to pull down my pants so I can shit…

That has got to be my worst fear. (Well, that and an odd fear of stairs and a toilet with no plunger next to it). Growing old and lonely, with no one to care for you. Ever hear those stories about an elderly dying and no one finding out until a month later because of an awful stench? It’s stuff like that scares me to death (no pun intended)

On the flip side, I do have 60+ years to live, so why worry about it eh? (damn fatalist characteristic)

Eh, in the end we all turn into dust. So, if I’ve depressed you at all, my sincere apologies. But we all need to face the music sometime….

“Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, nobody was stirring, not even a mouse…..”

Merry Christmas, Happy Kwanza, Happy Hanukkah, (the damn list goes on) SO in the spirit of the holidays, my family gathered around the tree and did the usual gift giving, stuffing our faces tradition.

As I grow older, I’ve noticed how much family is important to me. It’s strange, but usually I’m so anti-family, blah blah. But looking around me at the dinner table made me realize how happy I was at that singular moment, with everyone whom I loved the most was there with me.

Ha ha, even my dorky ass brother got into the spirit of things, as seen by the happiest picture there is of us. Somehow, we’ve only seemed to have gotten closer in the last 16 years, though the countless fighting would have told other people differently….

Presents were not lacking…..ha ha fuck-me boots here I come! Thanks to the generous donation auntie!

“So Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night…..”

New picture……something for you boys (and ladies if thats your thing) to oogle at. It’s funny, I was such a hardcore femmie in high school and here I am posing half naked……eh I mean….uhmm….its empowering cause it shows how a woman can be intelligent and still be beautiful! Ah what the hell it’s all bullshit…

Speaking of feminism, ever notice the lack of women in rock? You have popular bands such as Foo Fighters, Creed (UGH! cmon Scott stop TRYING to bite off Pearl Jam!), then the whole “new rock” like the Strokes, the Vines, the White Stripes (whom I LOVE and ADORE), then the “alt-rock” like Linkin Park,Korn, Limp Bizkit, then the “light punk” such as New Found Glory, Simple Plan, then “punk” with grandaddy of them all Bad Religion, AFI, then just rock like Chevelle, Trust Company, then grunge rock with Nirvana, Pearl Jam, then glorified rock such as Nickleback, Saliva, then hardcore such as Rob Zombie, Disturbed, with emo added on like Jimmy Eats World, and Weezer, then Ska with Letters to Cleo, No Doubt, and depressing rock like Dashboard Confessionals, and Staind and “feel-good” rock like U2, P.O.D, and Lifehouse.

Out of all those bands, (me only skimming the surface) only 2 are girls. It’s hella annoying at this point to listen to No doubt for the 50 millionth time in a row just cause the radio stations needs to balance out the testosterone. Honestly, you have the Donnas, Kittie, Letters to Cleo, Princess Superstar, and no radio play for any of them.

Wow, this whole log was completely pointless…….

Damn, I am getting so old. I went snowboarding last night and now I’m waking up to the most painful knees. (ugh) I thought I had yet to reach my prime, but hell I guess high school was my prime…..(how sad)

Well at least me and my brother somewhat made up. It’s funny, both of us are always too stubborn to apologize to each other, yet it’s kind of a “unspoken” apology we’ve come to rely on. I guess that’s what happens when you’ve known somebody for 16 years…

ON a brighter note, I finally had a chance to glimpse into the happiness Doug and Bora feel for each other…(which it evidenced by the huge hug he gave her at Mt. High). It’s odd. I’ve liked the guy for a good part my first high school years and yet I can honestly feel only happiness for them both. How weird, never felt happy for someone else other than myself