The first picture from John and Kelly's Birthday Blowout.

MK is out.

Got my hotfit all ready for Kelly and John's party!!!!!

Okay, wow look at all the fun stuff you can do with Blogger now.
 
AWESOME!

With the underage girls at the beach: Tara, Liz, Me, Double EE, Run Run and Britt

Run Run, Me and Britt during our pre-fireworks Power Hour.

Liz kept time while she talked to Mike on the phone and even made a trip to the bathroom.

Don't know about the future, that's anybody's guess.

I have been watching I love the 90's all week. My favorite thing about these shows that VH-1 produces is MO ROCCA, media gadfly. I want to marry this man and have little baby gadflies. Sarah is planning to marry Michael Ian Black. And we all can live happily ever after in medialand.

Sara has brought to my attention that they have left out the suicide of Kurt Cobain in 1994. This was huge!!! It defined the generation.

Another thing that was my life in the early 90's was Blossom.



I was the biggest Blossom fan ever. I have about 4 video tapes of Blossom episodes including the Blossom movie, which takes place in Paris. I was obsessed with Joey Lawrence. I belonged to his fan club and one wall of my room in 6th and 7th grade was plasted with pictures of Joey. WHOA!

In 6th grade, I dressed like Blossom. I wore the hats, the weird clothes, everything. I was always voted Best Dressed in ever Slam Book. I memorized almost every single episode. My best friend, Diana, and I could recite the episodes line for line.



So, VH-1, where the hell is Blossom? "Whoa" was a huge piece of pop culture in the 90s, how can you just ignore this fact?

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Okay, let's talk about Slam Books, while we are on the topic.

Do you remember these things? They were huge in 6th grade (1991-1992).
You would get a spiral notebook and number each page and then put a topic at the top of each page. The first page was always your name. The following pages would be things like your favorite song, actor, actress, where you want to live, Best dressed, Best Hair, Best Whatever. Then you would fill out your self as number one and then pass it around your class. It was fun to get the book back at the end of the day and read what people wrote. Some page were "draw me a picture" or "write me a note."

I miss Slam Books, I might try and bring these back.

Happy Hour at the Reef.

Let the kids dance!

My roommate and Warnock.

What are we gonna do now?

Reasons why Ben Vivari is the best date in town.

1. Picks you up on time and offers to come inside.
2. Drives you to the 9:30 Club and gets a spot right out front.
3. Takes you to find a bar, but since none are open at 6 PM takes you on a little walk instead.
4. Gets you into the 9:30 Club to see Washington Social Club and Phantom Planet (he works the ticket window on Mondays and Tuesdays.)
5. The bartender is so excited to see him that she says whatever we want all nite is free, "top shelf, whatever you want."
6. Takes you to the VIP section.
7. Makes funny jokes about the crowd and the bands and keeps you entertained before the set.
8. Watches your seat when you go to the bathroom.
9. Stays through some of Phantom Planet's set when he really hates them and is too cool to even be there anymore.
10.


Ben.

There's a lot to make me crazy, and a lot is always going on.

This past week was bullshit. My vacation was great and relaxing, but of course as soon as you go back to real life it is always the same. Tuesday morning someone that I have had a major crush on for months deleted me as his friendster, after we had only been friendsters for a week. I guess he couldn't handle the pretty innocent message that I sent him or he was just an asshole! It was a big kick in my face and of course I had to cry about that at my desk for a little bit. The positive outcome of it was that it made me realize that what everyone was saying for months, that he was crazy and not good for me, was true. I feel good about it now, I think I am finally ready to get him out of head, for the most part.

On Wednesday, I had the worst cramps ever in the world. They hit me around 3:30 p.m. and I had to stay at work until 6;00 p.m. because it was just me and another assistant in the office and she was leaving at 4:30 and someone always has to be at their desk to answer phones until 6:00. So after that I came home and went immediately to bed. Sarah came in my room at 10:00 p.m. and woke me up, she didn't know if I was home or not and my light was on. When I looked at the clock I freaked and out and shot straight up and couldn't believe that I was late for work. Sarah has to reassure me that it was 10:00 at night. Then I got up for a little and then read in bed and was asleep around 1:30 a.m.

Thursday morning I felt great and had a pretty good day, until late in the afternoon, when I had to tell people at work that they were being contradictory in their email. For some reason, this one person would not listen to me and I had to control my anger over that. I am smarter than a lot of people in my office, but since I don't know jack shit about Compensation they don't take my opinion seriously and think I am stupid. Wrong - asshole. Anyway after that, I went to happy hour, which turned into happy nite. It started at the Reef on the roof - me, Sarah, Kelly, Pri, John and Liz. Then Caroline met us and we went over the Asylum for snacks. I had already had 3 beers at the Reef. As Caroline and I were walking over to B&K for cigarettes, I saw aforementioned ex-crush walk into his place of employment across the street. I had to freak out for a minute, but then I was over that. At Asylum, we had a quick beer and bite to eat. Everything is quick at Asylum because they play this crazy metal music that possesses your soul and makes you stand up and punch your fists in the air as your head has to flair around. We knew we had to get of there quick. I kept trying to say that we should take a shot and then throw the shot glasses across the room against the wall. Kelly had the password to get into Heaven's 80s nite for free, so we decided to do that. At some point Caroline had given me a Xanax. We danced in front of the John Hughes movies at 80s nite and it made me very happy until, I started to get done with dancing and Caroline drove me home. I had to cry a little in the car, that's what xanax does to me, make me all emotional and crazy. Then I went to bed.

The next morning I woke up with the most massive headache and had to call in sick for work. I literally could not walk into the light, it hurt so much. Then I spent the rest of the morning in various positions on the matress and in the bathroom throwing up until most of stomach lining was in the toilet. I know that is pretty graphic, but I felt like shit. Then I went into work like a real trooper. Because I had left the other assistant there all by herself and I knew she had to leave at 4:30. I got a lot of sympathy from people when I told them about my headache, but really I had been fucked up all morning and I felt guilty. But they put me through so much shit there that I didn't feel that bad.

Friday nite I took it easy and stayed in a watch cheesy dating shows and cleaned my room. I felt a lot better, but I realized why I always go out, because those dating shows make you feel depressed and that's all that's really on tv on Friday. I always feel so much better when I clean my room.

I woke up this morning feeling well rested with no alcohol in my body. It felt really fucking great. I met Kelly for coffee and I didn't even drink coffee (I didn't need it for a first). Instead I had a soy chai, now I am waiting for Sarah to come home so that we can go to the pool.

Don't forget to vote for Reizou as your favorite local DC band.

Vote here.

I give it a day before this shit BLOWS UP!!!

My mom was right, DC is the 2nd best place in the US for singles. (Denver is #1.)

Report - What I Did On My Vacation by S. Kaplan

I am back from the beach. It was fun. I have a tan. The ocean is pretty. I got drunk. I watched fireworks.

The OC

Liz and I are off for the beach in a few short hours. Currently, I am doing laundry and kicking myself for thinking that it was Friday all day and that the bank would be open until 7:00 only to realize that its Thursday, dumbass. So, I have $7 for this evening, can you even get anywhere these days with that little cash in your wallet. Things may get a little out of control, but ya know, that's how we roll.

I want a report on Skinner if anyone goes to see him tonite.

peace.

Weird Stuff

I had the most bizarre dream last nite. I dreamt that my pointer finger nail was decaying and under it were all these sugar crystals that looked like clear little fish eggs, but they were sugar. People were telling me that I should pull off the nail so that it could heal, but I was afraid to do that. I have a real low tolerancy for pain. Finally, the nail came off with ease. There was another nail underneath. The strange thing was that the nail came off with part of the skin on my finger, but the skin that came off was plastic, like a mannequin. The skin underneath of the plastic was new and smooth, but now I had webbed fingers. Throughout the dream the webbed part of the finger continued to grow, but now I had mini fingers coming out of the main fingers. I had about 8 fingers on that one hand. I might have to try and draw a picture of this for you, so you can really see what I am talking about.

Last nite I had to park my car on Mt. Pleasant Street in between Hobart and Irving. On my walk to the car this morning I saw bird brains laying next to the dead bird they came from covered in blood in the Irving Alley. In the Mt. Pleasant Deli, at 9am, as I was purchasing my juice, a man was buying a six-pack of Natty Ice. But what really takes the cake for me, is what I saw yesterday on my drive home from work. I was stopped at a light and saw on the left a few people crossing the street in front of my car toward a group of little boys. I would guess that these boys were about ten years old. There were two boys standing near a hedge close to the corner and a kid on his skateboard going up the corner near a big computer box. Just as a man finished crossing the road, this adorable little messy haired boy jumped out of the box and screamed and startled the man. It was hilarious.