I bleed red and black

I downloaded some new musicz last night-- stuff by Phoenix and Metric and Magnet. Apparently abstract, one word band names are in huh? It's kind of like that phase with bands starting with 'The', ie. the killers, the strokes etc. I know there are a ton more I just don't feel like thinking about them.

I am fresh back from my trip to College Station. I usually tell people that mention the place what a shitty town it is, mostly out of divine school spirit or whatever. This visit though, I realized the little town isn't so bad, but yeah it still sucks. Just because 3 of my best friends in high school were on drugs the day they chose to be Aggies doesn't mean I'm going to ever have anything but derogatory statements toward the school, it's creed and it's location. So I'm a bitch--go ahead and judge me :-)

Why is this? I found that my toleration for stupid or ignorant individuals is dwindling as I get older. In public school, you put up with idiots because you had to see them everyday and sometimes they taught your class. But listen! You have a choice! You don't have to sit through one more lousy conversation or explanation! It's gotten to the point where if I don't like you, or I think you're stupid-- I walk away. Chances are I'll meet an even bigger idiot up the road within minutes. Now some might say-- "Oh a&m just has a lot of school spirit, the idea that they are stupid is just a stereotype." Be that as it may, there are usually causes for the creation of stereotypes. My example for today is this. Whataburger. fabulous hamburger chain. It usually looks like this:

(If you're not from Texas or you don't know, there is a bitter rivalry between The University of Texas Longhorns and the Texas A&M University Aggies. Much like the North and South in the days of civil war. Okay..so maybe nothing like that but you get the picture. UTs colors are burnt orange and white--much like the Whataburger franchises' traditional decor for each location.) DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE people at a&m did to their Whataburger? They painted the front orange stripe maroon!!!! Not the whole building, just. one. stripe. So in a feeble attempt to out spirit UT, a&m successfully depicted their penis envy. 4 orange stripes next to a solitary maroon stripe. Good idea guys. Normal people might think this way: If you're not going to paint the whole building (which they probably couldn't because it's someone else's business), then don't paint it at all. You just come off looking like a douche. I tried to google an image of this hilarious Whataburger, but no dice. I'll be kicking myself for a while for not snapping a shot of it. We could blow it up and use it as a dart board in lbk.

Anyway. Contrary to the length of this entry, this was not the highlight of my weekend. I met all of M, G, and K's friends from school and enjoyed the big 4 day party. Everyone knows what happens at parties so I won't go into it--but I will post an image and let you imagine something good. haha I'm not in this so I don't feel bad about posting it. Shhh.

And We Know What Happens When We Get to Your House...

...you rip my heart right out



Countdown begins now. 13 days. I should start at 10, but I am too anxious to do that so 13 will have to do. IF I were really a pop culture freak I would be a creep and start at 7 days. It doesn't really matter though because I ended up typing it anyway. nerd. But "The Ring" was a horrible movie. I laughed several times.



One time I saw the words "Fuck Fuck You" scratched into a car. Someone was angry. Not just fuck you, but fuck fuck you. Do you ever resist the impulse to do something like that? You want someone to hear you loud and clear. I've got a playlist under the same title filled with songs that say what I wish I could scream sometimes. If I voice them, I'll look like a crazy bitch--but in lyrics all is well huh?

what are people saying?

With My Eyes Closed

I go easily from writing in this thing every day to once a week. I reconnected with some people recently and talking to them during the day at work is keeping me busy.
So my girlfriends and I did two major things this week. We all died some part of our hair fuscia,(I'll post a pic later) and we created a blog for the four of us where we can post memories of time we've spent together, things we're thinking about, and just anything we find beautiful to share with the others. This should be good.

My mom hates my hair, and I can't say that I'm in love with it. I tend to be a hair care perfectionist (if such a title exists). I love my healthy hair, I love that I've never done a full dye job. I did the pink only on the bottom layer and it seems to go over well with others, but it's just not 'Clean Classic Em'. You only live once right? and hair grows back and fades.

I spent a lot of time with G this weekend, mostly just doing the same thing we always do. M and I are going to college station for a big party K is throwing for G's birthday. This will definitely be my 'Go Nuts' weekend before school starts back up. I probably won't be sober ever. It's odd to say that because one might think the opposite would occur in a growing college student's life--good at home/bad at school. The people I devote my time to at Tech just aren't into that kind of fun and I think I like that. They are all about pure energetic active fun. But I also love that with the girls I feel up for any and everything that's presented to me; it's wild in a different way.

Speaking of school! Two weeks from today I'll be in my new apt :)

omg i feel shallow but

Zac Efron might be the hottest person I've laid eyes on in a while