mood: restless
music: death cab for cutie - the sound of settling

you can expect a year in revue (yes, i'm completely copying you, rico) one of these days before i leave, but right now i truly don't have anything to type that's worth your reading. but since you clearly also have nothing better to do - here we are.

this is the 3rd day of the new year and the 4th day of my new year's resolution, which is to be bad. i think i can keep this one. it'll be tough, but i'll try. the thing is, i'm so behind in the whole teenage rebellion department. molly and i had a long talk about this. we were the biggest good girls in like a 3 mile radius. no drinking until senior year, and then not even very much. no sex. no drugs (except for the time she smoked up with allyson and they used bible paper to roll the joint - yeah that one's pretty bad). and barely any rock and roll. fucking forensics. it kept us busy friday and saturday night - no time to wander the streets as hapless slutty high schoolers. and by sunday we were so damn tired that we crashed. so now it's time to be wild. not STD and/or rufie wild, but most certainly naughty.

The Recap
New Year's Eve: seriously drunk as all shit. doing the "appropriate" things that must be done in order to acquire beads. and watching kk's lap dances was pretty racy in and of itself. but i didn't make out with anyone...you guys should REALLY be proud of me on that one. especially you, kelly...wink wink.
Day 1: midnight movive wearing lingerie under a suit coat with fishnets and stilettos - it was pretty damn hot. or cold as the case may have been.
Day 2: dancing on the bar at fox and hound, potentially kind of leading someone on - not my fault though.
Day 3: that's today. nothing so far. but it's only 8:30.
Day 4: we were supposed to party in lincoln at rico suave's place, and i intended to get pretty plastered. but there's a huge winter storm coming so that's a no go. the new mission is to get wasted and snowed in at the meisters' fine establishment.
Day 5: it's my last day in omaha so i intend to make it a good one.
Day 6: the welcome back extravaganza in chicago. between me and laurence (and perhaps a few others) this is bound to be my naughtiest experience yet.
Day 7: it's the day before i fly to france so i may keep it lowkey in order not to combine hangover with jetlag. at least, that's what i say now...
Day 8: flying to Taize. we can only buy one drink a day but there's always the hope that maybe we could sneak away to paris or lyon at night. though we'd go straight to hell for sure.

also, i found out that i got a B+ in my theology class and i didn't care at all. not at all. i know i sound like a bigger douchebag than rob jowdy, but i'm taking baby steps here. i've been good for damn near 20 years, i can't quite raise that much hell overnight. but i'm trying. i guarantee you, i'm trying.

well, cold and angry are falling from the sky, so i'm going to try and find some way to be completely irresponsible while not putting myself at any serious risk and only being indirectly responsible for any injuries or maladies suffered by those around me. goodtimes... cheers!