Seventeen

This kind of says, "Hi, I'm kind of coked up. But not too much."

This is apart of my like three updates of my past few weekends. Still a bit bitter that Blog spot completely raped me. Whatever. Lets get to the good stuff...


New Brunswick:
I spent more of my Friday at the core, working on the website, since the new website is launching soon. Exiting, isn't it? But Michael came to the Station, and I completely hug tackle raped him. I missed him awful and was disgustingly over-worked. So we ended up going out for Sushi. I completely *loved* it. I had a crazy chicken roll. It was the bomb. Thats right, I said it the bomb. We walked around New Brunswick a bit, got me some delicious pie, and then headed over to Dominique's House Warming Party. It was very nice. She has the cutest little apartment. And strangely enough lives right next to Gina and Amanda.

The night was interesting to be at, but I am pretty sure un-fun to hear about. It was filled with keg-stands, virgins, and weed. But they also had really good pretzels which I took it upon my self to enjoy while all of this was going on. I did have a lovely talk about astrology though. I love astrology.


Saturday Michael and I sat and got work done. We also went to West End and I had Hot Vanilla. We had sex twice on Saturday. It felt the strangest it has ever had before. I felt it in me, I am no not sure if it was bad or good. But I felt it basically all up in me. I didn't know how to feel or what to do. It felt so strange I had no idea how to react. Before it was too late, Michael and I headed out to Union to goto Noah's house warming party. It was possibly the most ridiculous party/night ever.

A list of why this was the most ridiculous party ever:

• Someone threw up all over the downstairs bathroom. Aka floor, walls, toilet, etc.
• Some freak girl who's fat was hanging all about sat in it, and smelt like vomit the entire night. This girl also grabbed my breast. She kind of weirded me out. Man was she fucked up.
• A creepy man who apparently works at Rutgers called me a temptress with my ,"...leggings and my cigarettes."
• I played Anne Frank in a run down closet when the cops came.
  
• Every person there commented on how cute I am, and how cute Michael and I are.
• I had a boy scream about how my boyfriend tears my pussy up.
  
• I met someone who was in a WoW 3rd place champion.
• I met someone who apparently had a club hit.
• A homeless crack-addict tried to get into the party. I <3>
• A girl was passed out on a lawn, and I watched a boy pick her up and take her to his car and made out with her.
  
• Michael got all fucked up and I thought he was going to get arrested.
  
• The second time the cops came there were three cop cars and they told everyone to go home whether they were drunk or not.

After this Kate Moss(My gps) went completely insane. I burnt a whole in my dress. I also lost an earring. By the end the night, I had a complete and total mental break down. Which Michael basically abandoned me for a drunkin sleeping instead of comforting me. But I love him and forgive him foreverz.

Sunday was another day or getting work done. We also went for a lovely walk in the park. It made me very happy. The night ended with Rock of Love. Minus the fact that I was upset that he was sleeping while I was breaking down..it was a nice night.

New Brunswick Picture Dump:

Sixteen

Don't ask, don't tell.

So, I have three weekends to update my readers on. Two take place in Cherry Hill, the latest weekend takes place in good Old New Brunswick. So let me first start off with my Cherry Hill Weekend. I actually wrote a really banging entry, that Blog spot decided to delete for now apparent reason. So I guess I am going to start from scratch. Fuck you blog spot. I thought you were suppose to have autosave. So lets start off with Cherry Hill#1.



Cherry Hill:
The day after the whole speeding ticket ridiculousness and late night reading, I headed over to Michael's. In no mood to really party or go out. I kind of just wanted to spend some time with Michael, go out to dinner, do school work, and force him to cheer me up. Sure, this may be unfair to him, but...he chooses to date me, not my problem. So, Michael took me to this Sushi restaurant, due to the fact I have gotten really into sushi again. There was this strange anime-freakish group in the corner, talking about their conventions and their sex. Let us just say, the foul taste left in my mouth was not because of the sushi.

After sushi, Michael and I went to Philadelphia so I could get a treat at the Franklin Fountain. He ended up getting the strangest drink *ever*. Parking was completely atrocious. Though parking in Philadelphia on a Friday is usually disgusting, there was not a single space open the entire two hours we were walking around. I felt very lucky to have found the space we did. Michael bought me two new sets of earrings, which are even more grandiose in comparison to anything I actually own. I actually lost one of these earrings and broke the other. (So I am actually going to Cherry Hill this weekend in order to purchase more. ) After dillydallying in Philadelphia, Michael and I went home. Michael is such a trooper, he spent the entire night watching me do homework and cuddling me. Michael and I are such old people when we are alone. It is actually kind of sad.

We woke up rather early to the typical screams that echo through Michael's house in the early hours. I was not feeling that well due to sleep deprivation and nausea. When I finally got myself together Michael and I sat around while I did even more reading. We watched Shoujo Kakumei Utena. Which Micheal claimed to not relate to. Sometimes he is a moron. Exciting, I know. Taking 18 credits and working for the radio station is the nightmare I thought it would be. But that is a whole other story all together. Before we picked up Michael's sister we went out to eat at this lovely pizza restaurants. What was so interesting about it was the crust wasn't just regular crust, it was wheat and other interesting breads. It was really a nice dinner. After dinner we went for a walk around this lake. I ended up singing Michael the Sailor Moon theme song there at the top of my lungs. It is no surprise i got some funny looks.

Around 9:30 Joe and Dane came by with an ample supply of beer. But after it was gone later in the night, Joe commented that one can never have enough beer. Though it was cold Joe, Michael, and I are chain smokers when together, so we started the night out on Michael's porch. While drinking and smoking we ended up becoming nostalgic for the Nickelodeon of old. After enough talk I ended up pulling up "Are You Afraid of the Dark" on Tv-Links. Watching "The Tale of the Pinball Wizard" with men in their almost mid 20s is an interesting experience. Since it obviously has homo-erotic images and story lines a long with tons of sexual-ism. Including the box = vagina. It is a completely true story.

The rest of the night was filled with ridiculously things and ridiculous times. When we migrated into the Living room, things just got stranger. With talk of juggs, fat ass, and yogurt....how could the night not have been fabulous? It was overall a night of high jinx, talking, and beer.

Sunday was rather boring. We just chilled and did work together. Followed by our favorite Rock of Love and me leaving.

Lessons from Teacher Joe:

"All I smell is beer, cigarettes, and shattered illusions."

"Tightly snatched woman."

"I am not sucking sour milk from any tit I am sucking victory."

"I want to be nurtured yet I want to be tortured by feminine wiles"

Cherry Hill Picture Dump:

We Retarded:

Fifteen

So Michael came over last weekend. He took me to Edo, a sushi restaurant on Easton. It was some of the best Sushi I have had in the area. I got this roll called the Crazy Dragon Roll, it had shrimp tempura, avocado, cucumber, and eel. I loved every little bite of it. I haven't had sushi in forever, so it really was a treat. Then he took me to this adorable little coffee joint called West End, and we split and Strawberry rhubarb Pie. It may possibly be one of the loveliest thing I have ever had the pleasure of putting in my mouth. And I may just have him take me for it again in the near future, aka next weekend. I got kind of sick, so we stopped back in the room for a bit.

While at the room Zac stopped by, and we played on 30chan. We ended up realizing one of the people we play with on Stickam watched a fat woman jerked off a dog on Stickam thanks to a screen cap on 30chan. This was probably the greatest can experience ever, since it was like, chan coming to you, without your n00dz ending up all over the internet. Thank you 30chan, thank you for that Epic Win.

Around 12, Michael and I decided to go for out late night walk, which is something we will be doing a lot of at Rutgers. Due to the fact I do not have an Fake ID and that I am not 21, which really sucks. It must be hard for him to date a girl four years younger than him, since we can't go out to bars, go out on the town, or do things that being of age requires. I hope that we stay together long enough to enjoy me being 21 together. Since I have a feeling we'd have a blast.

We wandered around for a little bit. Talking and smoking, if you have been reading this blog at all, this is pretty much what we do. Around one thirty in the morning, we decided to walk back home. On our venture back, we were accosted by an old crust punk, asking us to go into this house and drink beer. Note the fact that he did not live in this house, and Michael and I are rather sure, he did not know anyone there either. Someone asked him if he wanted to go get something to eat, his reply was, "I went to the grease truck trash cans earlier, I'm full." (Note later that week I in fact did see him loitering around grease truck garbage cans.) We ended up talking to him for a little bit, and truthfully he was a very nice fellow. It is strange how so many 20 something people live in New Brunswick and don't goto school. I find this whole idea very strange, because New Brunswick is kind of like a pit. It is fun to goto school there and visit people who goto school there, but it is the kind of place you would never want to just live. It is just a dirty loud place to live.



So we go into this house and it is a mish-mash of people. People that would never hang out with one another during the day but come together in a single house to get fucked up and play beer pong. This man gave Michael a cup made for protein shakes. Which apparently was not his to give, and the meat head who this cup belonged, flipped the fuck out and threw it. In, you know, typical steroid freak out style. The guy, who's name is Charlie, that gave Michael the cup, ended up getting into a drunkin' tiff with him, and it was rather hysterical. He actually said, "Don't you be treatin' my boy like that. " Shortly after we were introduced to Charlie's Peruvian girlfriend, who I absolutely love. Her topics of conversation including how she took his virginity and how Peruvian she was. Whenever she scored in beer pong, she did a booty drop and screamed "OW!" She may possibly be the most amazing human being ever in the history of man kind.

Shortly after this extravaganza of strangeness, something even stranger happened, my beloved Jana appeared of of nowhere. From what I could gather, she was invited into the house by a "homeless" man and entered because he said there was a party. She entered by herself. That, btw, is why I love Jana. Who will party no matter who, what, when, and where. It is truly a beautiful thing. While Jana and I were talking, and while Michael was talking to one of his kind, who was just you know, casually rolling a blunt in a house that wasn't his, Michael's ex-girlfriend showed up.

It is really weird being around a girl who's vagina was also once home to your boyfriend's penis. The entire time I was looking at her, that was strangely all I could think of. I cannot say mean things about her personality or how she is. Since I do not know her and it would be unfair to base my opinion of her just of what Michael has told me. But, I can in all honesty say her one art faggoty friend was lacking any sort of resemblance of class. She has a horribly done reconstructed shirt and she grabbed with duck tape on it, and the back cut out to reveal her American Apparel tube bra. Her hair was ironed flat into an atrocious amount of angles She grabbed my necklace and said, "She has this, and I have that!" In this rude disgusting chain smoking coked out tone. I don't know if she was coked up or not truthfully, that is just an assumption, but man that bitch looked fucked up. But yeah, this bitch paws my shit to inform me that her and her friend have it too. I was so shocked by this display of classlessness I could barely speak. Thankfully they left quickly, and I did not have to deal with their lack of class and atrocious fashion anymore.

So shortly after this episode Jana and I started talking again and the meat head from before began trying to mack it to Jana. Which included calling her slow and stupid and asking her if she flossed before or after she brushed. So it was basically like a real live episode of the Pick Up Artist. At this point he whispered into my ear, "Do you see how crunk I am?" where I preceded to laugh in his face. It was at this time, Mike and I decided to go.



The rest of the weekend Mike and I spent: fucking, sitting, walking, smoking, and reading. The next night we saw a rap battle and heard a guy say, "Listen to my rhymes, You are a ginga your penis is small, I fucked your motha." The rest of my week was just a lot of hard work and being sick. I got a parking permit and a ticket for accidentally running a red life. Oh well, I guess thats how life goes.

Fourteen

Sorry I have not updated earlier. Life has been very busy. I have moved back to New Brunsick, and classes, and getting ready to move. So much has happened in this almost two week perio dof time. So let me start off where I left off. The night of Mike's party ended up being ridiculous intense. Shortly after I finished my last entry we played Frisbee, but everyone except me was too drunk to play in any true capacity. And I suck too badly. So it ended up being a mild catastrophe. Including people hitting each other with the frisbee. When someone thought it would be funny to hit me, I then threatened that the next person to hit me would be burned with a cigarette. Which wasn't in any way a joke. I would have totally smoked a bitch.

At the end of the night Mike totally passed out drunk after a way to strange game of charades. I ended up having to clean up a good portion of Mike's house. Why? because I am obviously the best girlfriend ever and he should kiss the ground I walk on. But that is another story. He seemed to have a good enough birthday. I am sorry these things lack detail, it has been awhile. I ended up spending most of the night browsing the chans and taking pictures with his macbook.

The next day we went to Philadelphia in search of gold and black Nikes. I found sweet Nike Vandals which I am totally in love with for only 33 dollars. I love the city. While coming out of a thrift/vintage store, a gang of woman approached me and yelled in a very threatening manner, "Girl, you look good!" I have never felt more threatened and complimented in my life. Those girls made me so happy, yet so confused. Due to the fact that their tone was so threatening and angry, yet what they said was so nice. I did look mighty fly though. Then Mike and I headed back, finished the puzzle, ate with his family, fucked, and said our goodbyes.

My last week home was a whirl wind of sadness for me. Tuesday I went to a Library function Matt and Emilyn were hosting. It was interesting. After a stint at Cold Stone, everyone decided to goto the beach. But Zachary and I got lost, and could not find the right beach, partly due to bad directions. Ironically enough everyone who found it got a ticket for illegal parking. Which is mad lame because I've parked there half a billion times before and never gotten a ticket, a long with the rest of Brick. The thing that sticked out in my most were the last two days. The Thursday before I left, Emilyn, Kelly, Matt, Sam and I got together. We got ice cream, drove around, and played Wii. And before I knew it, summer was gone. Due to lack of carage, I don't know when I will see the Brick kids I love again. Hopefully soon, I miss them awful, and the fun times we had.

On Friday Mike came to help me pack up and we went out to dinner with my mother. We ended up going to the boardwalk with Krystal later that night. We ended up seeing the American Appareled Pieces there, a long with children I went to Elementary school with. One obviously being surprised with how hot I turned out. Who for a moment was in shock, and was in disbelief that I, Tricia, the awkward nerd girl, became a mega-hottie. After playing Buck Hunter and walking the entire length of the Boardwalk for the last time until probably next Spring, we went home.

Move in day was a Rush, it was Veronica's birthday so Mike and I took her out to dinner. Veronica wasn't feeling so well, so Mike and I just ended up walking around New Brunswick talking. The night wasn't the eventful but enjoyable none the less. The next day was also equally uneventful, but I did get a camera which is banging. After this mildly boring catch up entry, there will be epic entries with lots of pictures an my awkward happenings. These two weeks just happened to be boring. After I had dinner with Mike, I apparently got fucked up, and was acting drunk, despite the fact that I do not drink. And started singing Destiny's Child, "I'm a Survivor" Sunday night we went out, and ended up getting in a taxi with a prostitute who I gave a cigarette to. Because she was mad fly and I am possibly in love with her. But that is a whole other story.


So how has my first week of school been going? Good, my courses are good, and so far I have been keeping up on my work. Awkwardly enough the bookstore sold me ridiculous amounts of Freud literature, convinced me it was for my Asian Feminist class, only for me to find out that the class required no books. It was kind of fucked. But so far I am doing alright. This weekend I promise there will be a witty, mildly interesting, picture filled blog. Tonight certainly brought the lulz.

I will update about tonight and the rest of the weekend later now that I have caught up on my life Post-Mike's Birthday. So I am going to leave you with Destiny's Child's "I'm a Survivor":