we're totally bitchin. thats all im gonna say b/c thats all that needs to be said. my soulmate and i strike again.this weekend was bound to be fun and good and cool but it was never really supposed to be amazing. i was soooo excited that kelley was coming to celebrate my bday, just to see a familiar face was great. we went out to dinner with my parents friday night and ate way too much yummy food. then rode the hip hop ghetto style trolley back to campus because shrek was already over, melancholie and the infinite sadness.
we slept in until 12:30 on saturday despite the plethora of Happy BDay! calls i was getting from people. waited in line for like 45 minutes to get a totally bitchin waffle and meanwhile kelleys cereal got really gross. came back to the dorm and realized that i was going to have a pretty uneventful birthday, which in truth was fine with me, because i was just happy to have kelley here, but if there was a possibility of fun times, i was all over it. we had been reccounting how great a place roswell really is all weekend, and i had been saying how i wish i had gone home for labor day. to see jordan. to sleep in my really comfy bed. to eat good food. just to be comfy again. and i really did wish i had gone home. i mean i didnt really want to have to wait a whole nother month before i saw jordan again, and that was how it was shaping up to be. and seeing kelley and my parents and hearing robyn talking about going home just made me want to do it even more. jokingly i turned to kelley and said "haha we should go to roswell". but it was one of those times when youre joking and then you realize that you arent.
30 minutes and a tank of gas later kelley and i are in the car with a mission: 75 south to atlanta.
we were only there for about ten hours. we slept at my house and got up at six this morning. came back to the dorm and got dressed just in time to meet my parents for brunch. for two very unrebellious, and to the outer world very uniteresting people, this was basically the most awesome thing ever. i never did sneak out of my house in high school. i never went on a roadtrip. so at the newly-turned age of nineteen i suppose i decided to kill two birds with one stone. i think every birthday i have had has been memorable for one reason or another. usually its for the parties had or some particular gift that stands out in my mind. this year it was for being with two people i missed very dearly and for the first time in almost a month being HOME.
yes there is a large list of reasons why and how this could have ended horribly. but sometimes you just have to hit your go button and do it. if master belton ever taught me anything it was that. live your life.
and we got away with it. wow.
so happy birthday to me, it was amazing. thank you to the participants and all of you who left nice comments and phone calls for me. i love you all dearly truly. and next time youre sitting around bored, say to yourself, well if im just gonna be sitting here not doing much i should at least be moving while i do it. get in the car. go.
inside jokes from this weekend:
K: "Are you seriously going to brush your teeth in the car?"
(Angie spits all over herself)
K: "This summer we should rent a bobcat and just get a pile of shit and just run over it."
A: "What would you run over?"
K: "An egg. A girl scout. Y*****. A cockroach. Survive this nuclear war bitch."
K: "I bet his is yellow or removable or something like that."
A: "Like a lego?"
K: "Yeah like that."
K: "You might want to get that off of you before we go to brunch with your parents."
Text from dad: "What are you guys up to?"
J: "Take a picture!"
K: "The penis: mother nature's best joke."
Songs of the weekend:
"Into the Ocean." Blue October
"Policeman's Christmas Party" Five for Fighting
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