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Thursday, May 31, 2001
Dear diary, Has my life turned into a bad teen movie?...
So Karen gets the package from me, a month after it was sent. Contents when I sent it: Letter/note, paper lantern all folded up, mix tape.
Contents when it arrived in Corvallis in the hands of Karen: Letter/note, paper lantern all folded up, pair of white cotton women's underwear! wha??
Yeah
posted by Record Album
@ 02:40
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Wednesday, May 30, 2001
Hola amigos! so a lot has happened since I last rapped at ya.....
There was a big end-of-the-season crew party on some varsity guys property up in the mountains. It wasn't anything impressive, but it was still really cool. It was in a narrow valley, green everywhere with an old school bus and tractors scattered here and there. a bunch of people brought tents and chairs, there was a bon fire, a few kegs and about 60 rowers. let the drunken hilarity ensue. I was talking to one of the few other rowers to run into trouble with the law, affectionately referred to as wiley dan. he was busted for possession a couple times, was given a few chances by his coach but was finally kicked off the team when he showed up for his court date completely faded and refused to get out of the judges' chair. One of the men's cox'ns fell and cracked his open on a log in the fire. he was bleeding all over himself-- the next time I saw him he was shirtless and falling in and out of consciousness way too close to the fire. the news about my incident has pretty much spread and it seems that no one is too bothered with it. crazy party.
I met with the university student conduct guy. mike showed up late-- went to the wrong building, ha. the guy was cool. he explained everything that happens in the system now. he told me that the athletic dept. is definitely notified when someone is cited. shit. I would have to tell my coach before she gets a random email. I put it off for a few days each day getting more nervous, wondering if the fact that I'd be telling her first would save me. I went to the boathouse to row with heather and saw Jane there so I decide it was time to do it- I still wasn't sure if maybe she had already found out through the system. So I tell her that I got a pcs...explained what that was, and let it sink in a little. she was way cooler about it than I had expected. she said that she "never was much of a drug smoker, only about 5 times or so. I was always more of an under aged drinker." and she's from canada. I told her that it was in no way a regular thing and I'd never smoke during the season. she asked what my parents had said (ha!) and I told her that I wasn't really planning on telling them. she said something to the effect of that maybe that would be.... I dunno something like in return for staying on the team I'd have to tell them or something, it was a blur really. she asked for a day to sleep on it and she'd talk to the powers that be on the matters as far as the school's conscerned and she'd call me back. So, when she woke me up at 9 the next morning I tried really hard to not sound hungover. The deal was that I'm now in the pool for random drug testing and if I do test positive I could be suspened from rowing for a year. she also wants me to talk to some guy who works for the athletic department, but who used to play football and wrestle, won a silver medal and got caught up in drugs. I think he runs a group or something. I meet with him on monday. I went to my mandatory evaluation at the health center too. I'm officially not an addict. yippee (duh).
I've been hanging out with Katie and Heather a lot more- two girls from my team. for Katie's birthday we got one of my friends to buy us some mike's, hooch and hornsby's and we watched Miss congeniality in katie's dorm. after the movie was over and we were drunk we each made our phone calls, said goodnight and went off to our respective booty calls. I love college.
Rob and kirk had another party this weekend. I brought heather, katie and katie's friend hope along. I drank for free for bringing girls. heh heh. the party was really fun. however, I did make the mistake of trying to smoke a cigarette, shame on me. never again. it seems I actually forgot how, and burned a dime size hole in my shirt. I did not however let a boy give me 2 hickies on one of my boobs and then show everyone, which is more than I can say for one of the girls I brought with me. needless to say I probably won't ever have to pay for booze there again. I'm kidding. although, aaron has been very happy lately. Oh yeah, and that kid (another aaron) from high school who was visiting his brother and tried to I don't know what with me while watching a movie first term was there again. I was sitting in the middle of a couch on the porch and there were guys in all the chairs in the cirlce. aaron, was sitting to my left on the couch. I can't remember everything he said but mike told me that he was just trying to get me to tell him why I didn't "dig him" and my screaming "you're in high school" wasn't working and everyone was laughing at the situation. my friend james somehow managed to hit a car on his way back from getting rob tums so an old man came to the door asking ot see the owner of the red car in the driveway. James, six shots full, goes outside, the cops are called, the party continues, a sobriety test is given and passed, ticket written, party continues some more. at some point my hickied (hick-eyed?) friend decides it's time to go and takes off in the wrong direction alone without telling anyone. she was found later at 711 and eventually at home. yeeeeah.
memorial weekend sent pretty much the whole school elsewhere so, I went to a frat house with kristina and mike--kristina is friends with the guys over there. they were all tripping on mushrooms there was drama and the whole thing was not so much fun for me. I still don't understand the whole greek thing, I don't. it's stupid.
So tomorrow is my court date, not looking forward to that. pretty much we go in early, wait around til it's our turn, plead no contest, pick up our bill and go. I'll just have to remind myself to stay out of the judges chair. rrright.
Steph! I got the package yesterday, thankyou so much. and that packaging has to be the most creative I've seen in awhile.....if it wasn't flat I'd ask if you were trying to get me in trouble. Just so the rest of you understand what's going on: it was wrapped in a black garbage bag and strangled with duct tape. the RA's here already think I'm up to something, I tells ya, I can't get no respect, no respect. christ.
my email address has changed. the first part is the same except now it's @ hotmail rather than aol.
I really miss you guys, can't wait to get back and chill with you.....
posted by K-Lo
@ 18:48
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Tuesday, May 29, 2001
well i didn't get stabbed in the leg in the name of art, but i did get food poisoning! hopefully the first and last time i will ever be spewing from all my orafices. jee-sus. serves me right though - i totally brought it upon myself. i haven't eaten meat in a really long time except for some run-ins with seafood. but since it was memorial day yesterday i figured i would have a hot dog. make that two hot dogs. i have never been so sick in my life. i thought i was going to be fine because hot dogs arent even made out of meat but i guess that all the tongues and hooves really got to my digestive system. just thinking about it makes me want to vomit.
i had a really good time at marisa's party. i also was very drunk and according to kelly turned into bette davis. she claims that i turn into bette davis every time i drink. i feel bad about not being more helpful with steph's leg (but really, what could i do?) and for storming through the prince's room after he went to sleep. also, for standing way to close to the prince everytime i talked to him. i wasn't trying to do anything, he just is very non-threatening. p.s. - daniel = the prince. for some reason, i thought he was a prince. i still do.
thank you marisa, rachel and daniel for letting us come over. it was a good time.
thank you george and evan for walking us down the street. what?
and thank you mike and kelly for promptly leaving my house. rrrowl.
posted by vic
@ 12:42
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Ode to Screamo = Death machino
First off, went to birthday dinner with mike, vic and marisa at a nice restaurant and got my meal paid for, which was really quite nice. And John, thanks man! Can't wait for rosary and angels!
Second off, so marisa has this jammin' party and I'm pretty wasted, and....hilarity ensues! NOT!!! ha ha, yeah, anyways. Last night, went to a party at marisa's. ode to screamo, which you may have seen pictures of (y'know black canvas, many many shards of broken glass) was propped up against something by the door, and one piece of glass was sticking way out. I proceeded to stumble by and impale my leg on it. So there's this 1/2 inch by 1/2 inch gash in my leg, that is so deep that you can clearly see many fat pockets, and blood starts gushing out of it. However, thanks to those 6 bottles of hard cider I had, I barely feel anything! I'm all kinds of casual about it, and there are twenty-five drunk kids surrounding me who, just like me, don't know what the fuck to do. Many stare and walk away. George tells me that it's fat, not muscle, kit r apparently keeps saying "I think we should be doing more than gaping at it", mike r, hard hitting boy scout, holds my leg above my heart (later t was like "you were wearing a skirt!" and I was all "no no no, no need to worry about that") and vic calls my bro at my behest (is that a word?) anyways. So I'm supposed to stay at their place anyways, that night, and they're in the car already, so they pick me up. First, I'm all Queen for five minutes as I get carried to the door on a hand chair made outta boyscouts (mike R and kit R). Vicki proceeds to repeatedly grab my brothers arm and ask him if he's a grown-up (wha?). Brother and t see the gash, and laugh at the measly band-aids that marisa's nice roommate rachel hooked me up with. Now, if I had been sober, I would have been going apeshit, b/c this fucker was really deep, but as it were, I'm walkin' along like I'm some kind of goddamn bionic woman. So The four of us (three units of brothers family plus me) go to Evanston Hospital to the Emergency Room. I'm all jovial and talkative, chatting it up with everyone (t was like "don't tell them that you've been drinking, they don't need to know"). Yeah, so I ended up with 7 stiches, and 7 stabs of anesthesia, directly into the wound before that. There were 2 nursing students, and old doc, young doc, and resident doc, so I was all "I'm so popular!! Look at all these people!" (t was in the room with me). They kept asking me if I could feel anything and I was like "nope! Go ahead and poke away! I can't feel a thing!" and I kept making small talk with everyone, asking the resident how to make knots on stitches. Asked if my cousin's husband was there tonight, a few times. It was all really funny, and today, we got on video tape, (this was after I told my parents that I was drunk and didn't really feel it), t and my brother imitating me last night. and how I had gotten in the car and they were like "oh my god! that's really deep! are you okay?!" and I was like "Oh Yeeeaaaah, I'm fiiiiiiine". He he, good times, good times.
posted by Record Album
@ 01:01
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