start a whole new life, yet the memory attached to a face still stings just as bad as it did before. Not just ex-boyfriends but ex-friends, ex-companions. Like everything just doesn't mean jack shit. Ideas and questions continue to pop up in my mind. Why, what? huh? what the fuck? fuck you. I just feel like everything is very surreal. A fog. On the other hand, of course, negative experiences have made me who I am just as much as the positive ones. I'll always cherish the good times and hate that bad ones were had, but shit, when is it time for me to be really happy? Is true happiness an illusion? Are people who think they're truly happy just trapped in a subconscious hallucination based on ignorance?
I'm always quite skeptical of remakes, especially when it's a remake of a classic horror film like "Halloween" with Jamie Lee Curtis. Regardless of my bias, I really enjoyed the first Halloween remake written and directed by Rob Zombie. I really like the psychological aspect of it and how they dive into Michael Myer's childhood. The original hadn't really done that because I believe
they were still trying to develop his character but I really liked where Zombie took it. As much as I was looking forward to the second Halloween, I did not at all enjoy as much as the first. It is sufficiently gory (two women in front of us actually got up and left after the first scene) and it continues with pretty good dialog and doesn't really drag on or anything. But there was one thing that Zombie has a weakness for: His wife. Sheri Moon Zombie. She has appeared in all of his films, I love her, she's 
absolutely crazy and energetic. Very decent actress for being the wife of the director. I mean, Spielberg casted the chick he was boinking in the Indiana Jones movie and we all saw what a disaster that was. I digress, Zombie put his wife in Halloween II and I did not like it. She was the ghost of the Myers mom who killed herself in the first one and she lead around a white horse which I wasn't even sure on the symbol of that.
This weekend I went to Ohio University on Friday to visit my bff and wingman Colleen O'Brien. Colleen took me to my VERY FIRST crazy OU party and guess what happened? It got busted. Surprise surprise. But it was still really fun and she showed me around campus. She lives in a really teeny room but she doesn't mind, she knows what having a roommate is like so coming home to a teeny room that is just hers is perfect. I brought her a baby pumpkin and we still need 
to name him/her. I'm jealous of her. She gets to go to school and have a teeny room all to herself and I have to work and go to school and live with others. We had a lot of wine. The End. Oh, no, but wait, there's more. The next morning, Colleen and I went to Casa Nueva for breakfast, which is a Mexican Restaurant that has really strange salsa, but we had salsa and then thick french toast with butter an
d syrup for breakfast. I need to talk about this salsa for a minute, it was summer vegetable salsa, and it would have been good if I hadn't had this weird smell that got caught in my sinuses from the salsa that smelled like doody. It really did. Here's a picture I'm sure it doesn't look very appetizing. The french toast was delicious and the bacon could have been crunchier but it was still good. Colleen took me to Athens Underground and it was a completely insane thrift shop similar to Flower Child in the Short North in CBUS.
I am a crazy person, I know. I then drove to Bowling Green to visit and party with Clayton Toothman the next day. The drive was actually really nice and catching up with Clayton and Dylan Miller was really nice. Clayton took us to pregame and party while showing us around the campus. Full naty drinking college experience. I stayed at his Delta Chi frat house, which is a lot cleaner than you would expect for 12 boys living in one house. While we were waiting patiently for Starbucks to open the next morning (at 11:00 AM?!), Clayton gave me an unofficial tour of the Bowling Green campus. There's a big graveyard right in the middle of the campus. So if he gets an infestation of zombies, I wouldn't be surprised. Also, all of the squirrels there are different. One didn't have a tail, one was brown and apparently, to the best of Clayton's knowledge, they also have squiggers and squakers... heheeehe. Oh, and also the quote of the day is, Don't ever drop your salsa. It's very messy.
So. These two movies are equally fucked up from all I've seen so far. Rape, psychotic kills, lots of blood, and the scariest part of all is that this is something that really could happen to any girl. I think the 1972 version of this movie that I saw (without my mom knowing) when I was 12 or 13 made me never sneak out of my house to go do stupid things with a girlfriend. My Nonnie was telling me that this movie came out when her two younger daughters - Pam and Donna would sneak out and be mischievous. They were in their teens around then. I think I still like the old one better - it just felt a lot more emotional. I think it had a lot to do with the time it was made, it was way before the stupid movies came out tha t were all about shock value. I like this movie because of the immense irony. As well as the karma. Rob Zombie had to base his wife's character in the Devil's Rejects off of the crazy bitch, Sadie, in the original Last House on the Left. Crazy hot bitches are scary as hell. WARNING - SPOILER - The best part of this whole damn 2009 version was the end. the most BADASS thing in the world anyone could say to an evil piece of shit: "sorry, i didn't have any rope or duct tape, so i had to paralyze you from the neck down." The dad in this version was a doctor, he took a scalpal and paralyzed the bad guy lol and then put his head in a microwave and made it EXPLODE! muahahaaa i was laughing my ass off. yes, I do laugh at gore, i mean it's just funny sometimes.
Last Friday, Normie and I went on a crazy fun road trip, rocking out to lonely island, 90s pop, and club mixes. We stopped in Crestline, OH (I know I have never heard of it before either), to visit our friend Karen and her insanely adorable kitten, Meka, and after a night of shitty wine and horror films, we woke up, had pancakes, and ventured off to Bowling Green using my trusty Blackberry GPS. I love long weekends and it was even more fun because we picked up Clayton and dragged him back to Columbus kicking and screaming - lol not really. Normie and I decided to create a fantastic version of I-Spy which 
pretty much consisted of screaming the names of things that we find interesting - COW! TRACTOR! LAKE! ROADKILL! HOT AIR BALLOON!... yeah i thought it was a great idea. Also, we only got lost when I put my blackberry away and let Normie and Clayton give and take directions... which is why I love my blackberry more than I love them... lmao. This weekend was crazy, full of crazy fun and 80s party. I barely have any pictures from the 80s party because I decided that it was a great idea to drink like 8 Natys really really fast and then kind of lost it quick. I'm more of a gin and tonic girl anyways. It was also my roommate's 20th birthday - Liz is now no longer a teenager. I am going back to Bowling Green on my loving cousin Michelle's birthday next saturday (don't worry michelle!! after the crazy rock band party!) and take many more pictures for epic road trip part II!
I have just been given the amazing opportunity to study abroad in England! I am officially going next autumn and I am very excited. I am taking my cat. I know everyone thinks that's crazy but I love him. I think I might even take Colleen with me. I haven't decided 
what University I'm going to be attending, but I'm looking at Middlesex University. I will be studying Psychology abroad.... holy hell man, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity and I am soooo ready for it. I'm ready to get the hell out of here and experience another culture and another side of this world. These are the kind of things that I absolutely love doing. I'm going to be doing stuff like this forever. I really envy Travel Channel's Anthony Bourdain. Even the opening part of the show just saying "I travel, I write, I eat". Maybe I can get a job working for the travel channel. I want to go scuba diving and sky diving, I have so many things that I want to do with my life, and nothing, nothing, is going to keep me from doing it.
Colleen O'Brien, Patrick Maher, Jason Whitticker, Alexandra Norman and I will be going to Manhatten in November for Thanksgiving and I am ready to go now! We will be flying out into Laguardia Airport at 6pm November 24th and taking a train to cinnci to go home and the a bus from cinnci to cbus. It was just made aware to me that our damn train trip home is going to be... 18 freaking hours.... ugh.. I hope they serve alcohol on trains. I've never been on a train before to travel, been on the subway train many times, but never on a train train - I KNOW that that makes sense to you so don't even try to use logic to reason with me. I will be recording every day and posting pictures. I believe 3/5 that are going to NY have never been there before... and Colleen and I are going to be going for our billionth time. Colleen - maybe we'll actually see Elliot Stabler and Olivia Benson this time! Last time we went to NYC with Vince and Matt, we got to see the most incredible art gallery: Chapel of Sacred Mirrors by Alex Grey. My favorite piece by him was Gaia. 
because otherwise we would have to pay an exorbitant amount of money to keep both cats (meatwad is at my bosses/Liz's mom's house). I have two exams today and I'm running on 3 hours of sleep - p.s. 5 hour energy is bull shit. Worked on me for 3 hours, then I fell asleep. My account got overdrawn and our apartment got bugged bombed with our cats in it. But - I got to see a friend I haven't seen in a long time, it was a beautiful day, and I ranted all day. So that's a plus. Today is going to be better if Karen at work leaves me alone and isn't insanely rude to me. And when I'm done with my exams, I'll feel FANTASTIC. 
that will change soon. We went on an adventure to a metro park in Hilliard last sunday, I think he enjoyed that. I missed my cat though. I was on facebook last week during my horrible history class and I stumbled upon this image to the right, I could NOT stop laughing it was bad because I was in class... it has to be the smile and the closed eyes. Farts are funny and they will always be funny: Fart Story. Colleen and I are getting ready to go to sleep after a night of dancing and drinking with a bunch of boys and she was sitting in my bed and I bent down to get something and what came after would have put a big old man to shame. It was long. It was loud. It had an upward inflection at the end as if it were asking a question. Colleen cried she laughed so hard. As did I. The End.
