the fact of the matter is we need a new horizon to free our minds

i just found this album! i loved it ten years ago, seriously loved it. all systems go! and the song is all i want. listen to it if you find it. its an anthem. 'cause all i really want is everything until the end of time.
i was quoted today as saying that today was a 9.7 on all days of total happiness. seriously, i had to be leaking it all over everyone around me. i loved life and my peers today and laughing was a natural side effect. shout out today goes to bobby for helping me selflessly through a problem solved by jason in about three seconds. the good news i can still hot deploy! but only for one more day.
i never thought, if you would have asked me one month ago, after marvin's fabulous display of drunken debauchery, throwing water out of the hot tub and making lewd gestures at drea and i, that i would be planning how we would spend valentines day together. (that was a long sentence) its been a great month though. a very public thank you to marvin for being a totally awesome bloke who keeps me pretty happy.
aaron engaged me in conversation a bit today. he commented on how great it must have been to grow up in a state that kills two times more people a year than all the other states combined. he didn't even know that i grew up less than an hour and half outside of huntsville, the government sponsored murder capital of the world. i don't want to get political on here, because politics aren't funny, but i just want to start a new section here called aaronisms. there is an ongoing list i have to find somewhere.
1. you know, i kinda' miss the electric chair.
kk and i hunted through the corporate swag (stuff we all get) from corp for the college recruits. i got some sweet chapstick and an awesome mechanical pencil, which, if you read my blog, you know i've been praying for. sweet d said "didn't g@rm!n save your life?" and i have to say, they really did. best decision i ever made was to pass up higher paying start up job in the city for this amazing team.
michael, jason and i went to an sf beta mixer tonight, which was a total sausage fest. i think, becoming a female software engineer in the valley was the best decision i ever made for my "personal" life.
*devon*

So I give arbitrary answers, but resent if you call them fake

that is this band called kind of like spitting that you've probably never heard of. the song is a secret one on this album i have... yeah. this album makes me sad, makes me think of things passed when i lived on maui and felt pretty lonely. yeah
so today was pretty nice. i woke up to a ping from my friend jaime, a lovely gentleman i was in love with for several years some time ago. he has a bunch of my secrets, so it's pretty awesome that we're talking again. for the three and half years that we were together (i think that's the official count...) i believe we spent at least 72% of the time unemployed. i don't have any idea how we paid bills or got wasted. those were the good years. now we're both successful and less punk rock. its funny how the years change folks.
oh! in case you were concerned, i left my calculus book at doug's house. he's going to let me have it tomorrow evening, or maybe i'll just take it. i still have a key.
zeb was angry at me this morning. mondays in combination with zeb's angry face equal sad times for devo. but i was happy. i fixed some bugs and i found this amazing application called whereboutz. i want to build something very similar for my dream app. everyone please add the facebook whereboutz app. i know you don't have a fb, zeb, but please be nicer to me tomorrow :)
man, the drive over the gg bridge was truly amazing today, with the red of the bridge against the green of the sausalito hills, against the blue of the sky. i couldn't have painted it better.
also, you'll be happy to know that "FUCK MATH" was removed from my calculus room wall. i'm a bit sad about it. there's this total eye candy, though, that's sat next to me the last few classes, and he makes up for any sorrow i had for the loss of that angry string.
*devon*

But I was born to lose my breath

that's my bloody valentine. if you're into such things, you should hump to this album. and then fall asleep spooning. yeah. anyway, i've been finding myself losing my breath a lot lately. and i relate to this whole song when i hear it.
i have to start off by saying that i'm blogging at ten pm when i should be fucking rocking out to poison the well at slims. BUT drea was.... um... holding my beer... for me.. or whatever, and this crazy chick with blue eyebrows came up and made us leave. then she like, lectured us like we were seven and drew big blue xs on our hands and kicked us out. seriously. fuck you blue eyebrowed chick. i've been looking forward to this show forever and you're a stupid bitch. i was so steamed i pouted my way home, and now, here i am. alone in my room on a sunday night. lame.
i lost my calculus book, i'm wicked pissed about it. if you find it please give it back. i need it to be a good student.
as you all might know, i drove down to santa cruz on friday to hang out with this guy i've been crushin' on. he's pretty cool. we kissed a couple of times, had some food, and rode the roller coaster. we also laughed a lot, he's a funny guy. i really like him. he said some funny marvinisms and told me to write them in this little book *but* claimed to have lost the page with the funny marvinisms written down in it. so now i don't know what they were. and i don't want to misquote because it takes away the magic. please find the paper, marvin.
argh
you know what sucks? rejection sucks. getting asked politely to move out of your house. breaking up with bois. getting kicked out of shows. all that stuff sucks. it makes you feel like you're not that special because you're going to be easily replaced. no one wants to feel easily replaceable. i'm special. this is a fact. fuck you rejectors
*devon*

All day your songs spin me into a romance repeatedly to the sky

f*ing poison the well dude. me and drea are going to this show on sunday are we're going to rock your sorry ass. yeah. metal.
so i'm about to hop in my car and drive down to santa cruz to see the man of which i'm am romantically involved. this romantic affair will inevitably kill me, i think.
the office was a rollercoaster today. number a, i walked into yelling. yelling makes me panic and feel uncomfortable. number b, sweet d was gnarley sick, and that worries me as well, because she is my soul mate, yada yada yada. there were though, some lucky charms, which are awesome, i have not had lucky charms in about twenty years. i should reintroduce them into my diet, because i got the most nutso sugar high i've ever had from them. and the worst belly ache. after the lucky charms and a pep talk from aaron where we decided i get to write a proposal for my dream app, things improved. aarthi and hai surprised me today. aarthi, because she's so sweet and angelic. i look at aarthi and i think, "awww. sweet aarthi, i just want to hug her and tell her she's special." but today she said "your face smells like garbage" to jason, and that made me laugh. she also asked me some question about something related to marvin that made me giggle. new respect for aarthi. hai impressed me because he was playing air and then pavement in his car when we went to go get burritos. this is awesome hai. you should go to shows with us, though you probably think i'm lame. michael and i showed our great appreciation for hai's musical taste by drawing penises in the steam on his car's back windows. "we're gonna go get hai". yep. then the day sucked because everyone left early and this stupid bug i was trying to fix, never got fixed. dang it zeb. i did hear a tech sentence that made me think of sexual innuendo. it was "if it doesn't work, just try it on the back end."
aaron also said something about toning down the content of my blog...so i'm going to try that.
oh! jason is a P-I-M-P because he met some broads in a bar last night and right now he's in tahoe with them. respect jason.
anyway, wish me luck on my stupid drive!
*devon*

And though the comedy softens the fall, they still hear us with their ears to the wall

The Shins! girl on the wing. i hate my sucker roommates, i can't do anything private.
i have to share a sickness i have with you. i'm addicted to sharpening pencils. i went through four whole pencils during my calculus class today. its a sickness, and i can tell the lead is about to break but i have to keep going, and i just sharpen again and again and again... it annoys the people around me. it annoys me because i never get any notes taken. but i've done it since i was in high school. the solution is mechanical pencils but i couldn't find one, so today's note taking suffered. during one such pencil sharpening fit, i noticed next to my desk, which was against the furthest eastward facing wall, someone wrote huge with their freshly sharpened pencil "fuck math." i laughed out loud at this, which made my neighbors really think i was a little crazy, pencil sharpening, insessant text messaging, and laughing while looking at the wall. clearly nuts. anyway, who is this person that wrote "fuck math" on the wall? why were they so angry at math as a whole? its perplexing for me. i think its a young angry man who can't get integrals. chin up chap. it will all make sense soon enough.
i picked marvin up from the airport last night and we kissed at the terminal. it was pretty awesome to watch all the people get off the airplanes and rekindle the affairs with their loved ones in baggage claim. if you're ever depressed, go to the airport and watch grandmothers see their infant grand children for the first time, watch lovers run and greet eachother with kisses, hugs, and flowers from seeing eachother at long last, watch fathers greet teenaged daughters with pride and aww. its a pretty amazing place to be. anyway, i left the battery on some how in marvin's car with the ignition or something, so today when he tried to get in it to drive back to santa cruz, it would not start. i felt *very* guilty about this. i had to give him a jump (that's what she said.)
also. my morning was pretty shitty. i was feeling the negative energy that is melancholy caused from lost relationships that will never be revisited...and perhaps the wonder if i will ever have anything comfortable that i don't have to question. anyway, marvin listened to me cry and jason let me hold his arm on the trip to lunch, and gave me a hug later. i love jason. he's fucking awesome.
the day ended better.
the end
*devon*

punked out and now i'm feeling grounded

that's *jawbreaker* and the song is jinx removing. i use it today because other people's bay area stories rule my life.
yesterday i loved living in san francisco. seriously, anyone from texas that i know that reads this, can you f*ing believe i live in san francisco?! i drove over the golden gate bridge to come home, looked for parking, met sweet d so we could introduce two new bois into our mix, walked four blocks to a popularly posh restaurant, walked two blocks to cafe du nord to see our friends band play, and then left early and enjoyed the quiet walk down church street back home. i'm in love with this city, but its just completely surreal that this is my life that i'm living.
down to the juicy details:
sweet d and I met josh and daniel, the two guys who were our top choices for potential roommates. i have some concern over adding a second josh to my life, it could get confusing. so daniel is an apple developer who's young, and totally excited. he brews his own beer and iced cream and has a strange infatuation for peanut butter. he also doesn't allow for food to be left on the table. he's got spirit, yes he do. anyway, this is a great balance for sweet d's totally downer depressing attitude (just kidding. everyone who knows her, knows sweet d never frowns unless jason is choking me out in a drunken stuper in tahoe) josh is a keeper aliver of virtual worlds, who is seemingly very level headed and mellow. he told us that they have their meetings in a virtual world. this made me laugh and when i later told michael and josh benjamin, they also laughed. laughed because it's so f*ing badass. josh likes daft punk and indian food and wine, and i respect that. we will likely be the grown ups in the house. granted no disgusting drama takes place over the next several weeks, these two fellas will be d and my house mates. love them.
we then walked over to cafe du nord to see greg's band, sholi, play. d nor i had cash, what's that about? i'm such a silly sfer now, i never have cash 'cause no one takes cards. sholi was totally badass, and made me wish i talked to greg more. they had a song in farci. i bought a seven inch. they were melodic and noisy at the same time, and very tight. i hearted them.
i bailed out early 'cause i'm an old lady. diluka was barachoing it together and mike and josh were on the prowl for hot looking bitches so it wasn't my scene anyways. i had a very quiet, peaceful walk home. once again, i love my life.
*devon*

Laugh along with the common people, Laugh along although they're laughing at you

that's pulp "common people" though william shatner and ben folds do a boss cover of it.

so my roommate situation is becoming intolerable. luckily sweet d and i are meeting up with two awesome dudes we think could be a great fit into our situation in about an hour for dinner and laid back interview. i'll tag them and name them if we decide they're dope enough to live with us.
i've noticed a substantial californiazation of my vernacular as of recent. words such as "sick", "dope", "boss", and "dudes" have been added to my vocabulary and its quite scary for a texan such as me. i don't know what the cure is. i don't know if i want to cure it.
the hallway of my office leading to clark, mike, and hai's desks, is long and narrow and the light casted from each individual light fixture casts a very specifically orange glow. when i walk down the hall i get vertigo and feel like i'm in a kubric movie. it's pretty cool. i made that walk so many times today because a) the forerunner 405 is a boss device and i will do anything i can do to play with it and b) ant agent bites.
i would like to take this opportunity to give kk a shout out. she's amazing and i rarely mention her. she is a stabilizing force in my live, and it makes me happy when she says "good morning, devon" to me everyday. can i get a hell yeah for kk?
i also would like to take this opportunity to say that a certain "boi" has made my heart super happy over the last ~4 weeks. i'm totally falling in love with myself (but not in a narcissistic way)
rock out!
*devon*

You threw away the book of rules, You thought that we should read it, I wouldn't even know how to

thats the kaiser chiefs, everything is average nowadays. it was my anthem the morning after i was politely asked to move out when i was uber sad. special thanks to marvin for dealing with emotionally unstable devon.

a lot has happened in the last ten days and i am again neglecting publicizing every boring detail of my life. i've actually spent very little time in front of my computer at all, and aaron frowns upon me taking a couple hours to blog from work. anyway. you get what you pay for.

two saturdays ago was the birthday celebration to end all birthday celebrations for aaron and michael. we had burgers at zeitgeist, and sang songs at the mint. i think we can all agree that zeitgeist rules, the burgers there are delicious, our friends are awesome, and nathan's sister is truly amazing. like, i think everyone fell in love with her that day. singing songs at the mint was a weird experience. it is here that i started blacking out for the evening. browning out actually, because a memory comes back to me here and there. please refer to pictures and videos to see how amazing of a performer that i am. why didn't shuvo sing anything? i think i fell down on a dance floor and he helped me up. can we all agree shuvo is a baller? it would be awesome to have a pad with him and sweet d, but he's, like, loyal or whatever. oh! i also discovered kelly is a badass this night. kelly is good at dancing and i'm fond of her, she should become a permanent member of our crew. the door guy at kilowatts knew who blake schwarzenbach was. and that made me happy i'm pretty sure.

marvin and i did go cars, this was awesome. we took many stereotypical couple pictures this day. i considered posting them on my facebook, but reconsidered due to nausea factor that might be felt by my friends.

tuesday was michael's birthday proper, and most of you are lame. uber loud shout outs to marvin, kelly, josh, and jason, who are michael's only real friends (plus me). we went to this weird barbeque place and sat there for a long time without ordering. this was josh's time to shine. he and marvin were comparing pictures of relative's babies on their cell phones. josh alerted us of an interested fact, while presenting the two images side by side. "look. it's the same thing." josh thinks all babies look the same. i have to say i agree. jason also presented his argument against us visiting brazil for spring break. he's scared he'll get kidnapped.
michael: what makes you think you're gonna get kidnapped?
jason: 'cause look at me.

on friday michael and i agreed to carpool to work and some how i was convinced to pull my car into his driveway. i take complete responsibility for this stupid decision though. as for those of you who don't know, i drive a dope ass, 2000, heavily modded mustang with a standard transmission. this means that it only has rear wheel drive and does not accelerate backwards. this also means that poor shaniqua (that's my car's name) does not do hills backward. thus, i had to pay $75 to have it pulled out of michael's driveway. bullshit. i should have just taken a ticket for parking in a two hour zone. also amusing.

i hate being in my house, it makes me panic. i want some xanex if i have to spend the next 42 days there. or you can invite me places.
marvinism of the week (there's some sexual insinuation here):
devon: eww. its really gooey.
marvin: as a web developer, i thought you would appreciate gui.
this made me laugh hysterically. mostly because marvin knows what a gui is.
*devon*

Somethin' filled up, my heart with nothin', someone told me not to cry.

that's arcade fire "wake up". you love arcade fire, and i love this song.

yesterday was our goodbye to carlo celebration. he's a sucker for leaving us but c'est la vie. anyway, i had one beer and i woke up feeling totally hung today, and shaky.
over the last couple of days, perhaps inspired by my nanny nanny boo boo comment from before, i've been calling jboss a cunt when it fucks me over or maven when some test fails, or continuum when it says the builds broken but no one committed anything. aaron sits pretty close to me on a normal day, but him and sweet d have been making some magic happen for the last few days on the other half of the soul mate corner (which totally sucks for sweet d, btw. she can't play at all) so aaron has been hearing my extreme profanities at my dang computer. me saying it a few times makes me say it more, and its a word that's starting to get introduced into my common vernacular, which is no good. people don't like the c word. anyway, last night at carlo's thingee, aaron pulled his chair a little bit closer to where me and sweet d were exchanging secrets that weren't secrets at all, and said, "devon. we've gotta' talk." i thought it was going to be about this stupid axm capitalization junk that i didn't document the struggle of between hai and jason and michael, but instead he said, "you've gotta stop with the *cunt* word." but he like mouthed it, he wouldn't actually say it properly. and i laughed hysterically. aaron is funny, but he is the boss, so i shall no longer say it. at work.
aaron also asked me what was up with me and marvin. i was initially surprised, because i don't expect those kinds of questions out of aaron, i expect questions about software and school, but not about my amazingly fast paced affair with my coworker's persian, jewish, comic, cousin. i was touched he even considered it, then i was super embarrassed. "how much does he know?" i asked myself. "has he talked to andrea? is she spreading rumors?" i apologized to 'drea last night, just to be sure that she would spread them no more.
OH! last night i went on a date with michael and sweet d and luke and 'drea. i felt left out, i felt lonely. we went to go see this movie about something i relate to that almost none of you know about and it filled me with tons of melancholy. i was jaded. i'm better today, because its birthday extravaganza day! you're totally getting my slightly used non functioning zune michael! the good news is, it doesn't have a charger anymore!
*devon*

f you were wrong then I was right and this will be the right time

another say anything lyric, this one "slowly, through a vector." i had to do a second one because i hadn't known nathan the last time. i discovered, whilst playing them during our tahoe fun times, and only upon nathan's declaration, that he evidently went to like guitar camp or something with the lead singer of this band? i thought that was double plus funny (thats a literature reference, can anyone guess it?) i dig say anything.

my infatuation resulting from overwhelming flower smells still resides.

so my car was ransacked again, but this time, the nice asshole who did this, locked my doors for me afterward. isn't that nice of him?
do you know whats lame, from a driver's point of view? people who are walking normally then, as they approach the crosswalk see their time to cross is quickly ending, so they pick up their pace and run into the intersection. then, once arrived and the light's turned red, they slow back down to their normal stroll and you're stuck missing your light watching them talk on their cell phone as they avoid making eye contact with you. in texas, we would just hit a person who did that, there are no laws protecting that person. can i get a hell yeah from any of my texas friends?
yesterday was a long boring day, michael went to the dentist in the morning, and when he's not there, i'm always a bit lonely. when he came back we had this discourse:
me: any cavities michael?
mike: no, no cavities! and i don't even brush!
me: (laughing)
mike: and i eat a lot of candy!
me: (laughing harder)

i went out to sushi with my ex, doug, last night. it was a lot more weird than going out for sushi with all of you. does anyone know the threshold length for weirdness with your exes?
*devon*

Are your eyes showing off for mine?

ah. that's the fabulous editors, the song is bones, for somebody or something... anyway, they're coming next month and i want to go and have no one to go with. is anyone up for it?

today was a fabulous day. the rain was entirely entertaining against my window, and i actually managed to get a little bit of work done. when brad walked to the center of our mosh pit with a vase full of beautiful purple and white lilies, purple and green tulips, white chrysanthemums, and some weird purple alien flower no one knows about, everyone gathered at attention to play the "guess who got flowers game." my guess was sweet d, because she and luke are absolutely adorable and at the stage where i think he would send her flowers. plus she's making him dinner tonight, so the flowers would be a nice touch. btw, luke, and i don't think you read this, you totally should have sent sweet d some flowers. michael guessed jason, i suppose because he's such a stud. brad finally gave in and said they were for me, from my favorite jewish, persian, comedian in the whole wide world. consider me totally enamoured. also, consider me totally suspicious. the only time i've gotten flowers from a boi in the past has been when they've been very, very naughty. i have my suspicions that marvin is, in fact, laying out an extremely elaborate trap to totally break my heart because when we first met i called him a pussy. and just so that you know, i called him a pussy because he only would drink bottled water and because he couldn't drive the car up the hill. anyway, i think he's plotting his revenge which includes forcing me to fall for him so he can rip me to shreds. i look forward to it. my only hope is that he doesn't treat any of the other hoodrats he's sleeping with as nicely as he does me. :)

the day @ work ended sadly because my landlord asked if we could have a sit down meeting. i was certain my eviction was going to be decided from having so many people over and from my roommate getting pissed cause she had to clean poo up from the bathroom rug. it turns out though, we just have rats. fucking totally disgusting. michael, can i spend the night at your house?
*devon*

A look can say a lot sometimes, And so I take all my past attractions and project on you.

so that is she wants revenge again, "written in blood." i heard this song on my pandora today, and though i have this album, i never listened to the words until today. so yeah, listen to the lyrics.
i have some things to say before i get into my santa cruz weekend. first, the safeway at church and market is full of f*ing freaks, like total crazies and i just don't know how to deal with them.
second, some guy hit me with his audi. i let him go though, because my car isn't in great shape. that is my good deed for the day.
third, i gave my roommate some flowers and an "i'm sorry that you had to clean up poo from some guy i dated off of the bathroom rug" card six days ago and she still hasn't talked to me about it. i'm pretty sure i'm going to have to find a new place to live.
and fourth, a very trusted algorithm has decided that shuvo and i are soul mates. the same algorithm who brought me angry perl developer guy, guy that my roommate said pood on our bathroom rug, and guy that eats bread covered in ketchup with a knife and fork. we'll probably get married and have 11 babies.

so my weekend with santa cruz was outstanding. a certain comedian knows how to play the romantic card pretty well, probably because he's a slut. he arranged for all of the power to be out in santa cruz and thus we had dinner in some swank ass establishment 100% by candle light with a very limited menu and a delicious bottle of wine. i was very smart to drive from sanfrancisco to santa cruz on friday during that gnarley storm, and i was also smart to drive from santa cruz to sausalito this morning so that i could make it to work.
we laughed a lot. to illustrate this fact i'm starting a new addition to this blog called marvinisms:
while we're sitting in total blacked out downtown santa cruz:
"you look ravishing in this car's emergency lights."
while having pseudo relationship discussion:
"well, it's like madonna says..." (following by loudly singing a madonna song).
while discussing alternative ways to have spent the weekend:
"you could have taught me about programming and i could have taught you how to be funny." i laughed at this one, but it stung. i'm pretty sure i'm funny and marvin is just jealous.
while discussing honesty:
"the truth will set you free and complete freedom is truth.....
i just made that up, does it sound good?"
i laughed obnoxiously at that last one in a quiet restaurant over a $50 bottle of wine. classy.
it seems michael also has some marvisms. perhaps they're actually persian-jewisms, or maybe its just because they're related or something, like binaisms or something. while discussing flying a kite on the beach when there's lightening:
"didn't you ever listen to albert edison?" this was supposed to be a lesson for me i think... instead he and i just laughed for a solid five minutes.
this next one is less funny if you're not me or michael, while talking about women's shoes:
"i like it when a girl wears thongs."
everyone pick out good presents for michael's quarter of a century celebration extravaganza!
*devon*

the nights are cold, and i remember warmth

so that's the microphones. you'll probably hate them.
all my notes for the day washed away down the drain, so please bare with a potentially boring blog...

first, its rolling thunder in sf right now and its amazing. if i could spend this whole day under the sheets i would. i have said it before and it deserves re-emphasis, i'm absolutely enchanted and in love with san francisco.
my bruises from jason kicking my ass and from falling down the stairs are healing nicely, but not to the degree that i should go on a rain hike with marvin, i don't think. shuvo, if you're out there, please give me the wisdom to make the right decision about this rain hike in the woods.
my phone sucks. its nice as a pda (windows aside) but as a phone, it totally sucks and i can never hear anything that anyone is saying. the ui is unintuitive too. *sigh* i hate it.
i've recently discovered that dating a comedian means your jokes always pale in comparison. if i don't get a laugh soon, i might die.
yesterday at work, i was trying to assist aarthi in her gnarley hand burn she got from the soup at mollie's and i caught my ankle on her stupid chair mat. it hurt like shit, and i exclaimed "son of a cunt fuck," and no one even turned to look at me. i did, though, promptly alert michael of this anomaly, which he responded with calling me a cunt which got him in trouble. is anyone familiar with the phrase "nanny nanny boo boo?"
anyway, sans blog and in santa cruz for the weekend. hopefully with something funny to bring back with me.
*devon*

We go out in stormy weather, We rarely practice discern, We make love to some with sin, We seek out the taciturn

everyone knows that's spoon. listen to spoon. they're great.
here comes a big one:

i'd like to start off by saying that josh is officially the best hugger on earth and drea's a total badass. michael also said that i wasn't to mention any village bicycles or any cooters that were finger banged in the hot tub. just everyone know that they were there.

friday
notch number one for someone, and i found out my favorite persian was a slut who, under the influence of excessive red bull and vodkas, will remove all the water from the hot tub and yell at the top of his lungs by himself. it happens. sweet d won "that's what she said" with "that was the best three inches of my life." michael insisted that he didn't partake in after hours pizza time and was pissed that he didn't get any of the leftovers, but i'm certain he's a liar, and i can prove it here.
we also, if you remember, and i hardly do, waited outside for a cab in some deserted neighborhood like we would catch one any second, as we might if we were in sf. this is about when sweet d began telling everyone how much she loves them. seriously though. the snow ball fight was the bomb awesome, thanks to j for plotting against everyone else with me. i do not though, appreciate the snow ball that hit the back of my head shortly after i fell down. reciprocity can be a bitch, persian.
this is the night that i also realized two things. a) i don't know how to deal with drama or girls crying. b)nathan is not a cuddler.

saturday
i think some people went skiing. i think some others waked, baked, and went on a absurdly long walk to what could maybe be described as "downtown stateline". my friends showed up, and everyone loved them, we could all tell from the screams echoing through the staircase all night long. we also went to a party where four of us wore stripes. i think this went unappreciated. also, let it be known that people from northwestern or apple or where ever, don't stand a chance at flip cup against us. we were just having a bad night.

sunday
i think i opted for laying in bed and making out over sledding. this makes me sad when i see the photos. please, friends. fill in this gap, because my story isn't entertaining. everyone got back, though, and suddenly very rowdy. the hot tub was awesome, thanks for forcing me in, but my dear friend nicole was definitely the superstar of the night. her friend randy was a close second. i'm really glad none of us got pushed into a fire. maybe it's because we're all republican yuppies who don't live in sf. oh! lets play bones again!

monday
again, opted out of skiing for make out sessions, which was a bad mistake on my part because i tumbled down the stairs like a weirdo klutz. i did something to myself. it hurt, and now its swollen and black. i didn't cry though, ask anyone who was there. i would like for everyone to know though, that this is about the point where i realized that shuvo was a mother fucking badass. and i didn't even know he had discovered a species of dinosaur at this point. all i knew was, he took off my shoes, dressed my wounds, wrapped me up, put on socks and boots and took care of me for the remainder of the weekend.
i'd have to say though, this is by far the most anticlimactic new years of my life. seriously, they couldn't have done some fireworks or dropped something or flashed some lights or even sponsored some sort of official count down? bunk. i loved all of you at that moment though. and then we laughed at fools fighting in the street.
this is also when i decided, j, that it's appropriate for me to take back all the times i said that you were not getting any from the ladies. it is clear to me now that you're a badass, and it's no longer important for me to help you at the bars.
i think i must have gone to bed early, because everyone just told me about the screaming coming from the room downstairs, i never actually heard it for myself.

tuesday
farewell. i woke up this morning spooned between two persian men, and i have to suggest to all that might not have had it, the persian sandwich is possibly one of the most awesome things in the world. we all got small and loving presents that nicole left behind for us, and when michael cut his finger, shuvo was well prepared with a sesame street bandaid from his wallet. respect, shuvo. respect.

all in all, i'd say it was a miserable time and i hope to never see any of you again.
*devon*