Here Comes Your Man

March 13-19th!!!

Mardi Gras!

Ray reminded me that today is Mardi Gras, so I whipped out my mardi gras beads to match my extremely colorful outfit and went to class a little more cheerful than usual. What is it about the inherent nature of holidays that just makes you happy? I love having a reason to get trashed on a Tuesday night. Who knows if that will actually happen...but it will definitely be a consideration.

On the other hand, I just realized that I have three midterms next week. Shiiiit.

Disaster Strikes

It's motherfucking 6:45 in the morning and I'm trying to get my paper done for psychology. I decided to use my Reisberg book as a reference, so I reach behind my bed where I left it. When pulling the book out, it knocks my phone off of the loft and onto my desk so that it's off the hook and the receiver falls down the crack behind my desk. As if that wasn't enough, my alarm clock falls down as well, ALSO behind my desk, and gets stuck there. The alarm clock turns on and starts blasting some radio station. Because it's so early, I frantically try to pull them back up. I'm successful with the phone, but the alarm clock is stuck. I grab for it, but it won't budge. Still frantic, I hurry to move my desk so that it will become loose. I push it out of the way as quickly as I can, almost knocking over my lava lamp (it's HOT) and just about everything else off my desk. The radio is mindnumbingly loud and I'm afraid someone will come yell at me. So I hurry to reach behind my desk, as the radio has now fallen to the floor, pick up the screaming motherfucker and turn it off.

Then I breathe. My heart slows from pounding a million beats per second and I tell myself, Aline, you can NOT get back to work until you blog about this frightful experience. Well, here you go.

I love Jan

Pronounced like Yawn. Yes, he's German. German with beautiful, silky, flowing shoulder-length blonde hair that he absolutely loves playing with.

More on that later. I have to write this damn psych paper. FUUUCKKK!!!

Wish I had a '64 Impala

Just kidding. I want a Vespa. Pleeeaaasse!!! The nice pretty burgundy one or one with a sidecar. Yummm.

Today was the first day I've had to check postsecret for my own postcard, not simply to see everyone else's. And for the first time looking at this website, I feel disappointment. It sucks, mang. Usually postsecrets are so exciting, and now my experience is ruined. I just feel contempt for the cards posted, knowing mine deserves to be there. Or at least telling myself that.

I can't wait to walk to the fruit stand with KC. If we don't have time for kickball, we'll find a way to break from studying!!!

A-mazing
a-MAZE-ing
ama-ZING

Right now I feel like singing. Weird. Usually that only happens driving fast in my car with the radio blasting and the windows down. I don't know why I enjoy that so much. I wish I had a car so I could quench this desire to fullfill my need to SING. If I weren't so reserved, I'd bump some music in my dorm room and scream to it. No, I will. But a quieter version.

I also want to take this time to admit that I've been secretly FURIOUS that Eminem got back together with Kim. I feel betrayed.

Doubley Stolen

I think mine beats KC's. It wasn't exactly the first book I tried but the first two were dumb. Guess what book it is. Hint: It may be strange to you, but I adore it.

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence along with these instructions.

"And so I learned that familiar paths traced in the dusk of summer evenings may lead as well to prisons as to innocent, untroubled sleep."

Saying Goodbye

Is getting harder and harder for me, especially when I'm talking to Alex on the phone. Why has the simple act of hanging up the phone become so hard? I don't want to let go. I know that hanging up will put me back into my loneliness, into a hole of Alex deprivation.

Saying goodbye on the phone isn't the only thing that's hard. It really sucks when you meet amazing people and become friends with them, only to have them suddenly disappear from your life. Natalie. She left before I fully understood that she was leaving. I don't know how long she knew, but I found out a couple days before she was gone. I haven't REALLY realized that she's gone. Leaving, left, coming back briefly, it's all the same. The fact is that I won't be seeing her aalll the time like I'm used to- but my truth is that it hasn't even begun to sink in. I feel like a bitch, not being depressed about her absence. But I still feel like I can run down the hall and bump into her. I expect to see her around any minute. It hasn't hit me that I won't see her bouncing around any minute. I don't understand how everyone else can take this in and accept it so easily. I guess denial is always easier than acceptance. But I DO feel sadness about it. I guess it's hard to explain. I miss her, but not with the full intensity that I "should". When I'm reminded that she's gone, the mood turns somber and for a few seconds a dead, contemplative silence fills the air. Eventually the gravity of the situation will sink in and I'll give Natalie a call or leave her a facebook message telling her how much I love her and miss her, because I do.

Thank the Lord

for cleaning off the toilet seat.



In other news, I feel like punching a wall. Don't ask.

Loves it

Recap

I hate eating lunch alone. I also hate waiting for everyone to get their slow asses to commons to eat with me. So I ordered a delicious burrito with extra guacamole and headed to my room at 1:00. It's been awhile since I've written. So here is my recap.

I've decided that I'm completely immune to shrooms. I've never had really big effects. I never trip as hard as anyone around me. I'm starting to think that all that I experienced before was entirely concocted in my mind, created on the basis of expectation. My mind thought I was tripping, and so my mind acted accordingly, tricking my body into experiencing the effects. Friday I took three disgusting grams of shrooms. If you know anything about shrooms, you know that's enough to get anyone solidly fucked up. Half the amount should have sent me into Wonderland. I don't know what's wrong with me. I guess I'm moving on to acid. The next time that everyone shrooms, I'll acidify myself. Or I'll wait for Alex to get here, who knows. So...since I wasn't tripping last Friday, I found a way to be happy. Marijuana at this school is like a whole different drug. I've never been even close to as high as I am here when I'm in LA. These people know their pot. So I got very nicely fucked up yesterday. The entire time I had the strongest urge to write about my amazing high, but I couldn't find descriptive enough words to depict my sensations and emotions. I couldn't stay concentrated, and never even found the motivation to get to my computer and type. It's not that I was lazy- just too distracted and overwhelmed by everything surrounding me. Everything was entertaining, everything was beautiful. Different of angles of different things produced different effects, and I had to try every angle. Highs like that make me want to smoke more.

"I'm a pretty good saxophone singer" said Alex. I never knew you could sing an instrument.



This is the mother fucker that chased KC and me through the canyon. I didn't get any shots this close shooting with my zoom-less 35 mm lens, and I probabaly wasted half a roll on the damn rat. Seeing a nutria was exciting at first. I'd only seen one at the beginning of the year and from far away. But this was up close and personal. I saw the bitch as KC and I were strolling through the canyon (which will become a weekly occurance from now on) and I screamed "NUUTRIAAAA!!!" I instantly started moving closer, testing it to see how close it would let me come. KC followed, and we both whipped out our cameras. It looked at us, and didn't seem startled. It watched as we inched closer and closer. At this point we were about fifteen feet away, close enough to make out its long, repulsive tail and old-man whiskers. Let's call him Ugly. Ugly started swimming away and we began to lose interest. We had plenty of pictures and the second half of the canyon to conquer, so we moved on. As soon as we are crossing some bridges to get back to the main trail, I hear ice cracking behind us. My interest spiked, I turn to see where the noise is coming from. I squint my eyes and see the nutria, closer than before, almost on land exactly where we were previously standing. I yell to KC to come and look as I start sprinting back to get a closer look at Ugly. It continues coming toward me, cracking its webbed feet through the thin ice of the canyon. I wonder what it could be thinking. Is this fat little rat challenging me? I refused to be intimidated by this creature that I could easily stuff into a lunchbox. So I get low, taking my National Geographic-esque shots of the ugly bugger. But this guy has no shame. He moves closer to me, testing me just as I tested me. When he came within four feet, with nothing between Ugly and me, I started to feel the fear inside me. I knew nothing about nutria, whether or not they were violent creatures. Did it even have teeth? Would it actually attack me? What would I do if he rushed at me? Run? or take a mean shot at him and kick his ugly ass back into the water? He wouldn't stop coming closer to me, and I started to back up. I didn't want a violent confrontation with Ugly. He then rushed towards me and I flew out of that area like a kid with red ants down his pants. I didn't even see it slither down into its hole. Okay, I saw that it disappeared but not exactly how it got there. I was too busy sprinting my ass as far from that beast as I possibly could. I was fucking scared out of my mind. I feared for my life as I ran screaming back to safety with KC close behind. She saw it all. She saw Ugly go straight for us, but then disappear down the hole beneath me. Apparently it slid down like a snake. ugh. I was quite happy to get out of there and finish our walk.

So we walked. And then swung on the swings on the front lawn. I can't even picture the last time I was on a swing. As KC and I fulfilled our childhood desires, we noticed a group of people playing kickball. We thought, wouldn't it be fun to play kickball?? So we asked to join, only to receive an enthusiastic YES! And so we did. This will be another weekly occurance. Join us; it's bundles of fun. Beer, cigarettes and twinkies are essential to any serious kickball game at Reed.

Last of all, I have a qualm with someone in Griffin. There's a spot of pee on the toilet seat. The toilet that I usually use. And the drip has been there for about a week. CLEAN OFF YOUR FUCKING PISS!!! Better yet, get it in the toilet in the first place. That's all I have to say for now.

Ray...

Is Greenland!!!!

While many people think he's a warmish person, he's
actually really cold and forbidding.  In fact, he's downright frigid, and he
demands that people be tough if they're going to hang out with him.  Despite
this rocky personality, he still yearns for more independence than he has, and
respect is hard to get even though he has a hard time just surviving day to day.
 Of all the pastries in the world, we all could live without any more
danishes.


Take the Country Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid

(we took lots of quizzes together and decided this one matched him best)

Boys are Stupid

I keep hearing my phone ring and I think that he's calling me. I wish he would, but I know I made him mad at me. If only I had ANY patience. This shit would be so much easier. I get so frustrated and I take it out on him. I make him feel like shit when I feel like shit. That can't be right. But it's not like he says anything to help it. I'm so mean to him. Why does he put up with it?

Sometimes I feel like I instigate just for the hell of it. Like I have the choice to easily let whatever it is slide, but I take it and milk every detail, I take things too far and not in the way they were intended. I'm a jealous girlfriend, but that's okay because he's a jealous boyfriend. He has no reason to be, but he is anyway.

Even when I'm angry at him (which is a lot, especially around the time of my period) it's a light kind of angry, one that doesn't bring me to tears although it still distracts me from doing any work. It doesn't overwhelmingly distress me but it still pisses me off. I'm in such a weird mood. I know I'm wrong and it's my fault and I'm acting irrational, but I'm still mad at him. Stupid boy. Of course I can't think of anything but him when there's a problem. He's shit at spanish by the way.


I love Ovid. Most interesting shit I've read all year.

"She seized her by the hair and flung her flat upon the ground. The girl held out her arms for mercy."

"Her cheeks are sallow, her whole body shrunk, her eyes askew and squinting; black decay befouls her teeth, her bosom's green with bile, and venom coats her tongue. She never smiles save when she relishes the sight of woe; sleep never soothes her, night by night awake with worry, as she sees against her will successes won and she sickens at the sight."

"On the girl's breast she laid her withering hand and filled her heart with thorny briars and breathed a baleful blight deep down into her bones and spread a stream of poison, black as pitch, inside her lungs."

"Now they are all around him, tearing deep their master's flesh, the stag that is no stag; and not until so many countless wounds had drained away his lifeblood, was the wrath, it's said of chaste Diana satisfied."

"Jove said, 'You women get more pleasure out of love than we men do, I'm sure.' She disagreed." Who's right???


Well...enough of this. I need to get myself some alky.

Valentine's Day Parte Deux

Now I can REALLY reflect on my Valentine's Day. Sometimes it takes a day to let it all set in. My box from Alex was wonderful. Puking in the morning was not. Spending romantic time with my valentine WAS.

I can't say I've ever had a candlelit pumpkin pie dessert with sparkling french berry lemonade in pink champagne glasses before. And I'm sure that even if I would have had one before, it couldn't have come close to how amazing our night was. Let's just say the sex was great. Sorry Alex.

As much as I would have liked to spend time with my boy, I've got to be happy with what I've got. And I've got A LOT. (that means you, KC) Yesterday was awesome. I love you.

Valentine's Day for Aline

No KC, I have the best valentine. YOU.

I woke up this morning to see Dave sneaking into my room to place your present on my desk. Which, I must add, is delicious. We are so awesome together.

I then worried like hell about my spanish test that I didn't have much time to study for. I didn't have time to worry about it being Valentine's Day. After my test was over, it was all I could think about. I've always hated Valentine's Day, but this year I have a reason to like it. I eagerly awaited my package from Alex, or Mr. Copacetic. I checked my mail three times before it finally came. I rushed to my room to see the treasures inside. To my surprise, as I opened the box, sand started pouring everywhere. I thought to myself Oh God, what did he do? I started sorting through the array of gifts that he sent me, all COMPLETELY covered in sand. I couldn't help but laugh. I'm sure the sand and seashells that he sent me from the beach weren't supposed to spill everywhere over everything. But it's the thought that counts, right? When I finally cleaned everything off, I got a chance to really take in the loveliness of my present. It all added up to perfection. The avocado, the stolen orange cone, a lava lamp, a slingshot and more. Who wants to read the Aeneid when you have the choice of the Postsecret book or "The Fine Art of Erotic Talk"?

So basically, I have two pretty fucking AMAZING valentines this year. This is my reward for never having a real valentine up to this point. I deserve it. I love you guys. I hope you like my gifts! HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!!

Renn Fayre

NOW it will be amazing. Because I'll be spending it with the only one I love. I've never been so happy about emptying my bank account.

And he says it feels like I just socked him in the face. Hah.

For Alex

Down, Wanton, Down!
Robert Graves (1895-1985)

Down, wanton, down! Have you no shame
That at the whisper of Love's name,
Or Beauty's, presto! up you raise
Your angry head and stand at gaze?

Poor bombard-captain, sworn to reach
The ravelin and effect a breach--
Indifferent what you storm or why,
So be that in the breach you die!

Love may be blind, but Love at least
Knows what is man and what mere beast;
Or Beauty wayward, but requires
More delicacy from her squires.

Tell me, my witless, whose one boast
Could be your staunchness at the post,
When were you made a man of parts
To think fine and profess the arts?

Will many-gifted Beauty come
Bowing to your bald rule of thumb,
Or Love swear loyalty to your crown?
Be gone, have done! Down, wanton, down!

Finally

Every time I see a postsecret like this, I think...wow, I could have made one so much better than that- more creative, more meaningful. Yet they still touch my heart. I can so easily put myself in the place of the postcard maker. I, too, finally fell in love. Each postsecret means so much to me. And I still haven't made one of my own.

I sometimes wonder- what's stopping me?

And she scores

Thaaaat's right. I got my ice cream. When I say I'm gonna do something, I fucking do it. And I bring my crew with me. And when I say crew, I mean semi-sober Ray and sober KC. I just got two ice cream sandwiches for $1.50 so nothing can spoil me good mood. That was supposed to say "my", not "me" but this way amuses me so I'm leaving it. We passed by a DT5mil party on the way where you can only get in wearing polka dots (and the pajamas I'm wearing are COVERED), or if you bring a date or alcohol, but dance parties are not my thing right now. I'm tired and I have to ski all tomorrow. I'm a little afraid of the snow. Maybe more than a little. We won't confront this issue until later though. Too much work.

I keep hearing my phone vibrate but it's definitely not. That probably comes from waiting all day for the boyfriend to call. I'm sure that's not healthy. Oh well.

What have the tables done?

Yeah, they've turned. A complete 180.

I'm home alone and Alex is out having fun. With ULRIKA! What the fuck.

No, I'm not jealous. Not at all. Ugh. I want to go to the promenade!! I wanna see a movie and go to Johnny Rockets!!!!! And I don't even like Johnny Rockets. I want to have fun instead of write a paper on the Ara Pacis. Fuck the Ara Pacis. Fuck the Romans. Fuck Augustus. Fuck death and fertility.

So now, I feel that I have the right to complain. I'm finally in the position that Alex is always put in. No, I take that back. I don't party THAT much. Whatever. I don't like this, not one bit. Someone should buy me ice cream. Ice cream is very consoling. Maybe I can persuade someone into a trip to Homer's. Yeah, let's go. Fuck writing papers.

Nirvana

I never thought I would find it in the form of a keyboard. But the keys are so soft and smooth, I want to glide and melt into them. Cradle them. It's so clean and white and innocent. And it works. I press each button and MAGIC. This is beauty at its absolute purest.

Yeah I'm a bit weird.

Shit Gone Awry

Only with my experiment of course. It didn't go so well. I guess I have to tell more people ahead of time. And I should carry something that they can read that will tell them I can't communicate. Friday is my next day!

As for other news, A LOT happened yesterday. I had long conversations with Jess, Dave, Ray and KC. All very good conversations. We'll see what trouble(?) ensues.

Revision

Okay, I can't go 3 days without human contact. I decided to go a day with minimal personal contact and then two days with normal conditions, and record EVERYTHING.

The days that I won't be speaking to anyone are February: 7, 10, 13, 16, 19, 22, 25.

Call me but don't talk to me in person! Love ya.

Self-Experimentation

I've been brainstorming for awhile on a good experiment to test on myself as a psychology experiment. I thought about testing the effects of getting drunk on my body, the relation between the amount of time spent reading and the location where it's done, and plenty of variations of my sleep patterns. But today, I think I found something even more intriguing. I want to find the relation between person-to-person interaction and time spent speaking on the phone. Maybe there is no relation at all, but I've got to test it to find out. It's possible that if I talk to more "real" people during the day, I will find less to talk about on the phone and therefore spend less time on the phone. It's also possible that speaking to real people will get me excited to tell more people the day's events on the phone. I really have no idea, and I'm interested to find out if there's any correlation there. So, starting tomorrow, I will start to limit interaction I have with friends and classmates. I'll go for 3-day intervals (if I can) of minimal and then enhanced interaction. I'll record EVERYTHING, every person I speak to and every second spent on the phone. I'm kind of excited. I hope to learn something about my social behavior and maybe even behavior on a larger scale.

So...basically...don't be offended if you don't see me or I don't speak to you on February 7, 8, 9, 13, 14, 15, 19, 20, 21, 25, 26, 27!!!!

On the other hand...

I feel bad for Cait and Emily. Now they'll have to deal with Ray full-time since I won't be taking him off their backs anymore. Who will he go to when he can't get them? I'm sorry I can't be a temporary replacement anymore. Damn.

My New Roomate

So...since Ryan's room burnt down, he's staying with me. He skipped lecture this morning and I feel like I should be more of a motherly figure and force him to get up and go. I feel like I should force him to work and not smoke so much pot. I don't know what it is that makes me want to lead him; I guess it's just the motherly instinct inside. Anyway, this will be fun. I hope.

Don't be jealous, Alex.

The GOOD Things

I feel like, for the past couple days, my mind has been encompassed with the BAD HORRIBLE EVIL things. And that's not healthy, especially because I have so many great things to be thankful for.

I have some amazing friends here, namely Molly and KC and Josh and Dave. They rock.

Shit, I don't want to leave anyone else out though. I want to become better friends with Lisa because I think she's awesome. Jess too. I want to have a nice long conversation with her and find out how she's really feeling. I'll lure her in with my big room and couch.

I have the best boyfriend EVER. Alex I love you. When I'm stressed out and going crazy and hating the world, you're always there to help me through it. It's fucking hard being so far from you but I'm strong and if I can handle this, I can do anything. I want to be an example to everyone and show them that a long distance relationship can work. It helps knowing that it won't ALWAYS be long distance, that we'll be together soon. I know when we are, it will be that much more rewarding.

I had a fucking awesome party. Shit, son. They're still thanking me for rocking out Griffin. I feel so loved. At least a lot of other people had fun and know it was my doing. I didn't even mind cleaning up the billions of beer cans and other alcoholic containers this morning. I was waaay too fucked up to take pictures- so that sucks, but I guess that's a good thing because there were some incredible parts of the party that I loved, and are better in memory than any picture can portray. Like my entire drunk/stoned/etc. room singing along to Bohemian Rhapsody. Lisa getting me her lovely smirnoff ice instead of the cheap beer I bought in bulk for my guests. I remember a few moments, a couple seconds of talking to each person. The night still seems like a blur, and I definitely passed out before the dorm was evacuated because of the mattress fire. I kind of wish that a fireman would have rescued me from my sleep, but I'm sure I'll get a chance for that another time.

Emily and Cait gave me the best housewarming gift ever- their own crayola copy of Van Gogh's Starry Night. It's easily comparable to Van Gogh. No, better.

I talked to Tedros for the first time in a very long time and it was nice. I think we should be good friends again. He even gave me Mac and Cheese in exchange for alcohol. For some reason, I feel a little ripped off. He's a good guy though. Yes, shit went down but it's all forgiveable. I understand his humor like a lot of people don't and I feel sorry for him when they take him seriously.

Rachel Leaf came yesterday and we drank together just like the beginning of the year. I miss that girl and we NEED to rekindle our friendship because she's awesome.

Ulrika Molly Burke came allll the way to my party from LA. Now that's dedication. (Not really, but it would have been nice.)

I've promised godmother to Malka for my second child. The first has already been taken by Ulrika. Who wants the third (if I have another)? KC?

So, I've got A LOT to be thankful for. I know I have to brace myself for an actual face-to-face confrontation with Ray, and it will help thinking of the previous lovelies in my life.

What I HAVE to do

I'm breaking up with Ray. I realized this morning that we can't be friends. Not with my personality and his satisfaction in destroying it. I definitely do not need his embellished versions of the truth or exaggerated, hyperbolic drama. He lives for that drama, and I don't need to partake in any of his shit. I won't stand for the kind of mistreatment that he gives me. He was wrong to freak out yesterday with the pizza-ordering and wrong to take it so far as to show up at my party for 30 seconds and leave. I don't remember what he said to me in those 30 seconds, but I do remember sitting on the bathroom floor crying about it. Thank you to those who noticed and comforted me. I love you.

And it helped me realize that Ray isn't the caring kind of person who I want in my life. I can't even picture him comforting me. We've gotten closer lately, and I was starting to think that a real friendship would work out with us, but I was very wrong. His temper and attitude is too much for me to handle. He can pull that with someone else but I refuse to be friends with someone who freaks out like he did. That's not okay, and no amount of alcohol in anyone's system would excuse it. I was willing to talk about him feeling excluded. His little door-slamming and petty remarks were bullshit, and I could have simply explained that anyone was allowed to order pizza with us- it was not at all a fixed, invite-only thing. I didn't organize it, I didn't intend to leave him out. Jess came over and ate with us after we ordered without her and there was absolutely no problem. Ray has ordered food without me countless times- so what the fuck is the big deal? It's not like he ever invites me either. So I saw no reason for him to hold a grudge. I knew, however, that he would. That's just Ray.

Regardless of the debatable details of the events that sparked my realization, I am now completely sure that we won't work out. I've never been so angry at someone that I "jokingly" tell them that I wish them dead. I can't even imagine what he'd do if I ACTUALLY did something mean or hurtful to him. It scares me to think about it.

Bottles and Cans and Just Clap Your Hands

I want to break down. My party was supposedly awesome and everyone was there but I don't even care. I don't remember much. The parts I remember were stressful and horrible and, shit I don't even know- just bad.

Blake and KC left after like 10 minutes- I don't know what that was about. Thanks for the support guys. Blake was just an ass, not at ALL helping my nerves about the party. I felt like I was going fucking insane and no one helped. I feel like I'm always there to support everyone for the tiniest little thing, but no one cares when I'm the one distressed. I talked to Alex and he calmed me down. Molly found me, and god bless her- she is my angel. I honestly don't know what I'd do without her. Blake. I try to take his criticisms with a laugh, because I know he isn't REALLY serious, but it builds up and it hurts. It fucking hurts when it adds to the hysteria in my mind. Yesterday I hated everyone. I got trashed and forgot for awhile. But now it's back and I want to fall into crying spasms again. it's hard to even walk down the hall without crying.

Dave slept in Jess' bed. BAD MOVE mister.

Ray is a horrible person. I realized this morning that we can't be friends. I refuse to be friends, even fake friends, with someone who so carelessly throws around my friendship. NO PERSON, even jokingly, calls their friend and leaves a message saying, "I heard your dorm is on fire. I hope you burn to death. Bye." Go to hell. I will do our lab report on my own, I will ski alone, I will find someone else to play racquetball with. I would rather do anything alone than with him.

Speaking of our dorm burning down...






Apparently it did. I found out this morning. Hah. What a great night.

Estoy nerviosa...

I do this a lot. I commit myself to something stressful, something that I know will eat my insides out and drive me insane with anticipation. Like having a party. What if no one comes??? What's worse: having too much beer because no one comes or not enough and ending it early because no one is drunk? It's gonna fucking blow! AAAHHH fuck fuck fuck fuck. I'm such an idiot. Why do I constantly set myself up for failure?

Tell me it will be great. Please. Even better, come to my party and make it awesome. Thanks.

State of the Union

There is nothing more depressing than watching it with George W. Bush as dictator, and nothing more fun than playing the state of the union drinking game with a billion reedies stuffed into your common room.

Cheers to "freedom"!