because i'm a little all over the place -

and very tired/fed up to say the least. it's been a long night. make that weekend. it was fun though - i had a visitor and my friends tyler and matt and i took him into san francisco. but still, everything was crazy nonetheless. i don't even know what to write about anymore. the point behind starting this blog was to have some sort of place where i could get all of my thoughts out. albeit in a screwed up sort of way. i wasn't sure if i wanted anybody to read them, but at this point, it's getting harder and harder for me to write here. i feel like i don't want everybody getting inside my head. i feel like all of my attempts to be poetic or philosophical are just misconstrued as me trying to sound intellectual and failing miserably. i don't know any of you. not a single person who is reading this. most of my friends don't even know about this site. it's just a bunch of random, semi-curious people who somehow ended up here. but whatever. since i feel like writing, i'm going to bombard everyone with my random, nonsensical thoughts. i really want someone to make a movie on either led zeppelin or ac/dc, and i really want to have a starring role in it. i know i'm not a dude or a rockstar (although i'm working on the latter - rockstar, that is), but i could be the love interest or something. i'd totally be with any one of those rockstar guys. i also realized today just how hot layne staley was (alice in chains). why did he have to kill himself? i could have made him happy. well...nevermind that. i also realized recently, just how OLD my little brother is. he's always been so little to me, even though he's now 6'2"-ish - the huge motherfucker. but he's 16 now. i always took his age for granted. i remember feeling all high and mighty when i was 12, but he's always been little no matter what. well, now he's old. i did something crazy a few weeks ago that i wanted to write about, but i'm totally spacing it. weird, you would think i would remember something that's "oh, so crazy," but no. not me. oh. i think i flashed all of white plaza the other day. in fact i know i did. this needs no further explanation. i just don't want to think about it. this was awhile ago, but i was thinking recently how well i rocked a pillow case at a toga party. i don't know how, but i mangaged to pass a pillow case off as a toga. it was a very skimpy toga, but it worked. my favorite laughs in the world are the whistle-y laughs that old guys do. usually drunken sometimes bummish old guys. it makes me laugh. it just dawned on me that i like to make up new words. and as much as i hate over-exagerated sneezing, wimpy sneezes just piss me off. it's just like, come on. stop trying to be so cute. fucking sneeze, damn it. oh. i signed about twenty guys' bare asses earlier this evening. it was interesting. they gave me love letters as well. the perks of pledge quarter i guess. i’m tired of FREAKIN’ school, yo. why can’t it just be summer? i mean…why? this is just unnecessary. finally, may i just end with the fact that saxophones fuck songs over. thank you.

just to pass the time

here are some pictures from boat dance a couple weeks ago - i forgot to include the episode in my little list, so you can just see a few of our wonderful kodak moments. but yes, i am waiting for tyler the mastermind to edit my ten page research paper. i have not slept in two days. i wrote a fifteen page paper last night. we even filmed the sunrise in here last night! this is the most tired i have ever been. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. seriously, i just typed a bunch of z's. who does that? only an insanely tired person. i'm going to depart. my arms are shaking right now. (that's how tired i am.) and i just sneezed. excuse me.

boat dances are certainly not complete without some nice refreshments 

dancing the night away in stilettos and a boat that's a-rockin 

we brought the scandal to the boat, mary and i did. well not really. we're just dorks. but they loved us.  

looking very trendy - like we're about to board a boat 

a list of crazy adventures

i would elaborate but i'm insanely tired and there's too much to say. i figured i might as well get to it soon though before i forget. here you go:

i went to pasta pomodoro and found a huge mosquito eater thing in my salad - i almost ate it. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! i saw kinsey, exorcism of emily rose, and mission impossible 3 (tonight). we had our capsizing unit in sailing - "beRn" pulled a "cat-crawl" and completely flipped our boat, trapping herself under it inside the air pocket for about five minutes - i think i might expand on this later actually. we snuck into the pool to jump off the 10m high dive. i got stuck up there for a half hour while the cops circled the pool once my friends had ditched me. yeah. then matt and i got chased back by the squad car on our bikes. (we lost them.) i dressed like a prostitute - seriously - for exotic erotic, our annual playboy-ranked lingerie party. it was quite the awkward experience, but pretty fun once i was trashed enough. oh! i made my first ebay purchase. this actually took place during kinsey. and let me tell you...online bidding can be quite the adventure. woo! i mean, those final few moments...intense. we had to pause the movie whilst i focused all of my energy towards the computer screen. but i pulled through. and kicked major ass. but the dick weasels haven't sent me my ring (which is what i bought) yet! i am not too pleased with the entire thing. i may just have to be dealing out some negative feedback pretty soon here. it can be a real killer. this evening at the 750 pub i ordered a piece of chocolate mousse cake. i was quite ecstatic until i bit into it and it tasted like garlic. i thought it was my own imagination though, as my biking adventure to jack in the box earlier in the day also proved disastrous (foodwise). i therefore ate nearly the entire piece before forcing matt and tyler to try it. once they both gagged we took it up and found out that the cake had been stored in the spice refrigerator. it was terrible! i didn't get to enjoy my cake! oh, and there is a mugger on the loose. several people have been robbed at gunpoint on the street right outside my dorm over the past few weeks. i can't help but look at everybody suspiciously anymore. muggers know no one identity. they are not bounded by race, creed, gender, sexual orientation, or otherwise. you've gotta be careful out there - travel with a buddy. anyways, i'm tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiired! i am. i want to sleep. but i have to get up early tomorrow :-( life is so chaotic nowadays. and matt is bothering me on instant messaging now. i am trying to write. but i have some knicknames now.

snippets of our conversation:

AAthedudeabides (3:27:12 AM): well thank you for your input
AAthedudeabides (3:27:36 AM): i mean you're the expert, after we couldnt find it i enacted plan consult kaitlin the conqueror
hotdamirok (3:27:49 AM): is that what i am now?
hotdamirok (3:27:50 AM): in the phone
AAthedudeabides (3:28:23 AM): lol no, that's not your name
AAthedudeabides (3:28:31 AM): i havent come up with one that is fitting enough
AAthedudeabides (3:34:43 AM): a few went through my head:
Kaitlin the Pirate
Kaitin the Conqueror
Blue Eyes Blue
Jaded Princess
(Wo)man in the box
and of course "Simply Mcdonalds"
hotdamirok (3:35:03 AM): haha. i like the last two
hotdamirok (3:35:23 AM): can i be simply mcdonalds?

AAthedudeabides (3:36:30 AM): can i be something cool in your phone
AAthedudeabides (3:36:34 AM): like: The Dude
hotdamirok (3:36:46 AM): you are not being the dude
AAthedudeabides (3:36:47 AM): or Matt 'this buds for u'
hotdamirok (3:36:48 AM): that's cliche
hotdamirok (3:36:51 AM): gross
AAthedudeabides (3:37:07 AM): back home im known as the dude
hotdamirok (3:37:15 AM): well sux for you then
hotdamirok (3:37:22 AM): because here in my phone
hotdamirok (3:37:23 AM): you are not
AAthedudeabides (3:37:25 AM): lol
AAthedudeabides (3:40:50 AM): can i be Matt the Mexicant
hotdamirok (3:40:58 AM): haha ok
AAthedudeabides (3:41:02 AM): sweet

so now i am simply mcdonalds. and matt is matt the mexicant. goodness gracious me!

well goodnight people of the world!

more than a feeling

So…sailing. The feeling was affirmed alright. But I was wrong about it. Quite wrong. For starters, I never thought that when I squeezed into a shitty sedan with five other people that I would have one of the nastiest experiences of my life. It was a hot day, and as luck would have it, the car windows were broken so that they wouldn’t roll down. But this kid had air conditioning. Everything was going to be okay. Or so I thought. I was even on the side, near the window, so that one of the a.c. vents hit me directly in the face. I was chatting away with some kid I had met a couple months before, when all of a sudden, I got blasted in the face with this white, dusty looking stuff. It only took one more time for this to happen, and the sight of the kid who was driving scratching his shaggy, as I would soon find out, unconditioned hair to know what was going on. Yeah. Every time this kid would touch his head (which was about once every 30 seconds, probably because it was so freakin itchy) I would get showered in a whirlwind of dead skin flakes carried over to me on the breeze of the air conditioner that was aimed directly at my head. Ugh. It’s gross even writing about this. It was literally sheets of dandruff flying directly at my face, and there was nothing I could do about it but gag, cover my nose and mouth, and sport the most horrified, scrunched up face imaginable. After all, I couldn’t ask him to roll down a window – they were BROKEN – and I couldn’t lean the other way, as there were three other people crammed in the back seat. I had to endure dandruff, stray hairs, and even a BUG for the entire twenty minute drive over. It was absolutely hellacious. I can’t help but wonder what the kid sitting next to me was thinking, when I stopped talking as soon as I figured out what was going on and started choking in my small corner of the car. Things started looking up when we arrived at the boathouse, however. I sprinted out of the car and proceeded to get ready for my encounter with the pirates. Didn’t quite happen, because I had to share a boat with a husband and wife team from the grad school. So because they were selfish pricks, I spent a majority of the time riding around in the motor boat, which was awesome. I actually had a lot more fun doing that, but for the last ten minutes of class I had to share the boat with the husband, who refused to let me till, because HE had sailed before back home in the south. I mean, why the fuck are you even taking the class if you’re such an expert? He was one of those know-it-all bastards who felt the need to coach me throughout the entire process. A typical conversation between me and Mr. America consisted of:

“Hey! Am I makin’ ya nervous?! Heh heh!” (while turning the boat up onto its side)
“Haha, a little bit.”
“Oh! Haha! I’ll go a little easier! Haha!”
“Haha. Okay!” (despite the fact that it’s not even fun if you don’t run the risk of capsizing the motherfucker. come on, I needed some excitement after all I was allowed to do was pull on two ropes.)

2 minutes later

“Oh! Aha ha! Am I making you nervous again?!” (again putting the boat on its side)
“Just a little.”
“Oh! Well, you see, I won’t let us fall in. I don’t want to get wet. HA HA!!!”

And the result of all of this tomfoolery was that I got absolutely drenched in nasty salt water, something which has never happened with my fellow beginners. But somehow this bigshot managed to do it. That, AND he steered me away from the pirates. (He knows we would have made him walk the plank.)

And the irony of all of this, is that I had to bum a ride back to school with him because I refused to step foot in the car with the nasty scalp kid again.

my mind's a-racin'! (that sounded idiotic)

first of all, pi phi pacific was a ton of fun. that’s where all of these pictures are from, and i posted a few more below of me and my date :-) second of all, i can sink nine cups in beirut, and if i follow your "sink", i’ll get it into your cup as well. third, i’ve been having really bizarre dreams lately. following closely, however, is the fact that i can’t sleep because i have possibly the worst cough imaginable and it’s keeping me up ALL night. (with random little dream breaks.) maybe it’s this nasty combination that’s giving me horrible headaches and preventing me from distinguishing reality from dreamland. 5th, happy cinco de mayo!!! also, i had to wash my bicycle yesterday because it’s become infested with spiders and caterpillars (those mangy little bastards are turning into goddamn moths now), and that will just not do. i even had a spider egg sack on my tire and i was terrified that it would hatch and all the little spiders would come and attack me. THEN, when matt was hosing off my bike, cuz i was scared (but I helped a little), he found another one under my bike seat. this is just too much for me to handle!!! and then we have the huge mosquito hawks flying everywhere. i know they’re supposed to be the good guys of the bug world, but they’re just so disgusting. and they’re absolutely everywhere. i couldn’t do my homework the other night because there was one flying around my head and i kept on having to get up and move. and if you’ve heard random shrieks from the girl’s bathroom, that’s probably me too. they like to hide out in there and then they make a run (or a fly) at you when you’re brushing your teeth! and speaking of bikes, i need to take mine into the repair shop because it's being a little bitch and the brakes are always partially pushed in, so i have to pedal four times as hard. so be prepared, because when i do, and you see me speed demoning by, you can rest assured that the streets will once again be unsafe. finally, i found out last week that i have a crooked pinky! well, it’s not really crooked, it just kind of bends in a weird way when i curl my fingers. i discovered this during a guitar lesson, when i had a particularly difficult time reaching the 15th fret. the world isn’t fair. fortunately, i cope, and i found a different way to position my hand. or rather, it was my tEaCh that did! anywayssssssssssssssssss i have revealing picnic right now (oooooh, sounds scandalous, no? well, no actually. but i get to find out who my BIG is!!!!!) i’m excited. and then i have SAILING!!! i have a feeling about today. i’m not quite sure what that feeling is, but i’ll let you know about it later. perhaps it could signify me crashing the boat again, OR…….sailing off into the sunset and joining a band of pirates. i’m convinced it’s the latter. so AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH! here’s my final farewell maties: farewell :-D

me and dominic. 

haha, i look so evil in this picture. 

me and mykella whom i love so dearly. 

you can't have this...you just can't! 

me and mary sunshine. notice the foot pop? (if it were'nt for my gigantic feet, it might actually look cute) 

me and my gUrL jen looking mighty fine, considering that the night has most definitely worn on us.