We'll be changin eventually

Is it sad to say that I relate to Ashlee Simpson's lyrics? Most of her songs, I find myself captivated because of what she says in her music. I guess I like her--she's not my favorite artist on earth, and there are more talented people, but I certainly think she's better than her sister because she is more relatable. I'm listening to her older album, and with most of her songs, I'm prancing around the two feet of space left on my floor (a feat if you ask me) and chanting Sing it sister! Well, no, I'm not chanting, but I thought that'd add zest to my blog.

I've had interesting nights so far in 2008. Last night was certainly interesting, though that's an understatement. Andrew and I wanted to see a movie last night, so we invited Brittany to come and chose a 10:20 showing of 'Walk Hard' so she'd make it on time (she had to close with Karen). It's 10pm, and we haven't heard from Britt. It's 10:20 and still no Brittany. She calls around 10:30 to say that she stopped to get gas on 112 in Patchogue and lost her debit card. Well, this sounds legitimate, right? To anyone who doesn't know Brittany, you could sit and read this and go, It could happen to anyone. No. It couldn't happen to just anyone. Brittany was on E and needed gas. She decides to go to the Hess station on 112 in Patchogue...that has no lights on and no one inside the store either. She decides to go to a self-service gas station at 10pm by herself on 112 in Patchogue--ghetto Patchogue where any asshole is waiting in a dark corner. She decides to go to a self -service gas station when it's under 20 degrees out. The wind made it feel like 10 degrees. Brittany drops her debit card to pay for gas AT A STATION WITH NO LIGHTS ON and it blows away. What does she do? She searches for about twenty minutes before calling Andrew. We get to the gas station and she's shivering (not wearing a proper winter coat either). Since it was dark-- 'cause ya know, there were no lights on, THUS IT WAS CLOSED--we had no luck to find a piece of plastic and went to a Coastal...just down the street...which was, what do ya know, full service. The guy opens the little gas door thingy and there's no gas cap. Andrew and Brittany make the genius couple apparently, because he left her gas cap on the top of her car and didn't bother to put it back on before driving down the street to the other gas station. It was freezing, bitter cold weather. And they're retards. It was a pure Brittany moment fo shizzle and I suppose it was something Andrew would do, but he has an excuse: he was concerned for her well-being. When the true gas crisis was averted, we went back to Andrew's and I listened to sucking face noises for about two hours. I apologize to anyone for begging for comments to keep myself distracted from their gross shit.

I got back around 3am and decided to not shower and watch 'Knocked Up.' I've seen it already and it was much better in theaters. I guess I knew what to basically expect, so it wasn't as "oh, let me shit my pants" kind of good. I did enjoy the love story all over again though. I'm a sap for that kind of shit. I'm not an overly affectionate girl, but I love to watch it, it just makes me happy. I finally fell asleep around 6am and I slept until 2:30 pm. I was slightly productive because I worked out a little. Oh, speaking of working out...I apparently gained like twenty pounds? I weighed myself (which I told myself I wouldn't do) and I've gained twenty since school started. I think that's slighty (as in REALLY) off. I know I've gained weight...but not TWENTY. If I did gain twenty, I'm going to perform home liposuction. God, that's just nasty. When I go to Hofstra this weekend, I'm working out at least three times--five, six, and seven hundred calories. Argh. I am so disappointed with myself. I've been trying to keep up with it at home, but not enough apparently.

Tonight I talked to Freda on the phone and that was more than refreshing. We've been friends for so long, and since we were best friends way back when, we just have this instinct and know when something is wrong and/or right. She called and sounded really quiet, not excited to talk to me (the last time we chatted was two months ago) and I caught on right away--she's having boy problems. Oy. I hope I was stern enough with her, and maybe things will actually change this time? I just want my Fredakins to be happy with someone and not fight bitterly all of the time. She deserves someone to treat her like gold, and I know there is that someone there. It was great to chat it up because I'm a phone kinda gal, but no one seems to be anymore. We talked for two hours and we caught up on our love lives, family, friends, school, etc. She's still in Mass. and she can't wait to come back to Stonybrook for the spring semester. I told her all about Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year, etc. She was funny when I told her about the extremeties of Thanksgiving weekend, as well as New Year's, and was surprised to hear about Andrew and Brittany Palma. She originally thought that I meant Gaumer, so this Palma chick was news to her. She's happy for you, Andrew. I like how we dont talk a lot, but we can still keep up with conversation like it's nothing. We had a bond, and yes, things sucked on and off, but we got through it and we're still friends =) yayness to Freda.

Karen and I talked about our New Year's parties and it turns out that she spent the new year at a vegan hang out where gay men wear short shorts and people dance together half naked. So, what does this mean? Not that I want to be vegan, a gay man and wear short shorts half nakey, but that I want to visit her and dance there with those guys. I'd have no problem undressing while showing some hella crazy Nervous Fingers. werd. I'd make all the gay men jealous.

I thought the whole "Oh, I'm dying" thing was over...and it's not. I'm dying again. Ack. =(