Yay Birthday

Saturday was my birthday, but I decided it would be much more fun to celebrate the whole weekend instead of limiting myself to one day. I know that people are supposed to grow out of being obsessed with their birthday, but I think I missed that memo. I spend the whole week thinking and talking about how excited I am that my birthday is coming and then spend the day telling everyone that they have to be nice and let me have my way because it's my birthday. My friends called me the birthday princess. I think there might have been a mocking tone behind that name, but I choose to ignore it. My birthday madness payed off, and it turned out to be the best weekend. Saturday, for the main event, my friends and I had a cocktail party at our apartment and even made everyone dress up. I spent the day doing my sister's hair and make-up for prom and getting myself ready. My amazing friends spent the day decorating our apartment, setting out the food, and assembling our bar. Everything turned out better than we had hoped, and we had an amazing time. On Sunday my parents, sister, and grandparents took me to dinner. The only downfall was sitting in the restaurant while they made fun of me for having a rough morning. Grandpa wants a tally of how many cocktails I actually consumed. Now I can look wistfully back on the pictures, with only minor embarassment, and think about how much I loved my birthday.

Completely Disturbing

I'm sure other people have heard about Aliza Shvarts, but I find her "art" to be extremely disturbing and wrong. I don't care how liberal you are, repeatedly artificially insemenating yourself so you can induce miscarriages and film it is messed up. She even kept the blood for part of her display. What do you guys think? I'm all for a woman's right to choose how to use her body and what happens to it, but this seems excessive.

I Like Turtles

My roommate showed me this video, and I find this child extremely frightening. I don't know if it's the face paint or if he's just a really creepy kid.

And the Countdown Begins

I just realized that there are only 5 more weeks of classes!!!! I'm sure everyone agrees when I say that I can't wait for the semester to be over. Pretty soon I'm going to progress to the daily countdown instead of weekly. Unfortunately the semester ending means that I have to find a job for this summer. I have a horrible feeling that I'll be back at the Walgreen's Distribution Center packing totes. I start at 5:30 in the morning, and it's painfully boring. The only good thing is that it pays well. At least it's better than working in the corn field. Believe me, I know. Does everybody else have summer jobs?

Dance Dance

Since I have three papers due this week, I decided that I was only allowed to leave the apartment for one night over the weekend. I also decided that if I was only going to escape from homework for one night, I'd better make it good. It seemed like the best option was to join my friends on their trip to the High Noon Saloon for Indie Queer. At first I was a little apprehensive. I mean, I've always been a bit on the preppy side and a horrible dancer, so I figured I probably wouldn't fit in at a wild dance party and drag show, but after we spent some time at Frida's, I started to get into the idea. I wriggled into my roommate's skinny jeans, smeared on some body glitter, and broke out the glow sticks. Basically the night consisted of lots of wildly dressed bodies moving all over each other in a relatively small space. I danced like crazy the whole time, even on-stage (completely unprecedented), and some guy told me multiple times that I was a fantastic dancer. I think he was either on something or thought I was really cute. My roommates attribute it to a combination of the skinny jeans and Carmen Electra and Dancing With the Stars workout tapes. Yes, that's right. I do Carmen Electra Fit to Strip and Dancing With the Stars workouts and I probably brought out my new moves on the dance floor. Whatever it is, I am definitely a dance party convert.

Goodbye White Beach, Hello White Snow

I am currently mourning the end of spring break and nursing multiple sun burns. Vacation was great, but somehow I ended up being the only one who looked like a lobster. Sometimes I feel like I should come with one of those tags that plants have, the ones that say how much sun they can have. Mine tag would probably carry instructions not to leave me in direct sunlight for extended periods of time. It turns out that two hours is enough to get fried, but only in select spots. Despite the fact that aloe is my new best friend, I am definately not ready for break to be over.

Lifetime

Since I have so much to do before leaving for spring break, I declared that I would be a hermit this weekend. I figured I could study, pack, and clean, but, instead of being productive, I watched a bunch of Lifetime original movies. It started when I was flipping through the channels while eating cereal Saturday morning. I started watching the Lifetime movie, and suddenly I was sucked in. I think I watched a total of four this weekend. Who does that? They aren't even that good. Mostly I watched women go through traumatic experiences, fall in love, and end up with their happily ever after. The best part was when my roommate and her friend came back unexpectedly and caught me in the act. They might have to stage a sappy movie intervention. How does everyone else waste time?