Actually between the 'stache, my brother's Cosby sweater and my mullet-esqe bangs, you really can't get any f*%king cooler than my family.

3 Cheers for the Weirs, TOMORROW NIGHT!!!

P.S. I saw a UFO last night!!! Do I have a picture? Come to Off Broadway tomorrow and find out!

I left my brush at his house after camping. It was a busy weekend, so he dropped it in my mail slot while I was still in the county. In a baggie. With a sticker attacked. This right here. This is why I'm crazy about him:

The other night, Justin and I carved a pumpkin. When I stood up after kneeling for so long, I yelled from the pain.

Later as we watched TV, I asked, "Will you still like me when I have creaky old people joints?"

"Of course I will!" he exclaimed.

Then in the sweetest, sing-songy whisper, he added, "It means you can't run away from me."





I lost my phone during a monsoon and this Pumpkin Head Dance is the only thing keeping me sane.





Most importantly, "Pumpkin Head" reminds me of "Puppet Head"... I was friends with Francis for about a year before I realized that he was Puppet Head Frank. Pretty much the best thing you can realize about a friend.

So what are you guys *cough*3cheersfortheweirs*coughcough* up to next week?

... but I finally got myself a fancy Webster hoodie.





Yesterday I went to the Colts game - sorry, Rams game - with Justin, his mom and his stepdad. This was my very first professional football game. I discovered that when I actually care what is happening, I'll yell "WHOOOOAAAH!" Happened during every play, whether I liked it or not.

The Rams have sucked all year so I bought the Webster hoodie instead; they have the same colors. Besides, hanging with all my old Webster pals and having a Webster boyfriend has made me appreciate those years more than usual. Gorlock pride!

The game was sold out despite the team's horrible year; we quickly realized the crowd was 90% Colts fans. So weird! Justin's family was thrilled. I was okay with rooting for the Colts because (a)  I've never been too invested in football and (b) Peyton Manning still cracks me up:

Afterwards, we went to The Dubliner on Washington, Dressel's Public House in the Central West End, and Guido's on The Hill. They were all new to me, and all amazing. Justin texted me every time I was in the bathroom to tell me how much his mom loves me. Hooray!!

I know this is old but when I see videos like this, it simultaneously reminds me of how much youth has changed and how much it hasn't. I logged hundreds of hours doing the exact same schtick, except it was done in front of my bedroom mirror, totally loving it and sort of embarrassed as it was happening: 





If you've already seen that kid's video or you refuse to sit through a Black Eyed Peas song even once, just enjoy the brilliant moments at 2:20 and 3:10.  Pretty sure that's the lady who lived below me for 3 years.

Videos like that (and blogs, Facebook, Myspace, sexting,etc.) make me so relieved that the Internet didn't turn into, you know, THE Internet until I was old enough to know better.

However, it does make me wonder what I would have jammed to publicly - both on my YouTube channel and in front of Apple Store shoppers in NYC - as opposed to alone and ashamed with my door locked and barricaded.

Ladies and gents, picture me in a B.U.M. Equipment sweatshirt or a Yaga Tee with a middle hair part and some jorts, and you've set the scene for some of the best damn lip-syncing you woulda ever witnessed:

• Vision of Love by Mariah Carey
• I Will Always Love You by Whitney Houston
• If by Janet Jackson
• Sunday Morning by No Doubt
• Backup vocals on Ooh Child by Dino
• Shoop by Salt 'n Pepa
• Chili's part in any song by TLC
  
• You Outta Know by Alanis Morisette
• And about 600 hours of dancing like this, um, FLAWLESSLY:

And I'm not making fun of this kid at all. In fact, if I was his age today, I would have made the following video weekly - at least until I had one wearing every outfit I own:

Justin and I went to the pumpkin patch today. I had wanted to name Jason's dog the above title, but he said, "Go to hell. Meet Bacon." Pumpkin tribute it is.

This morning I also went to Urgent Care for a 3-day tummy ache. It's not a tumor or a case of the babies so I'm okay. In lots of pain, but I'll live.

Last night I was moaning about how I never have time for myself, and today was full of insane plans like ANOTHER Dad surgery and Thrill The World, but now I have to stay home and read my vampire stories.

This would be awesome except I had planned to nurse my wounds with an amazing block of Collier's Powerful Welsh Cheddar... but I just checked my prescription and it says I'm not allowed to eat dairy. D'OH!

Today I learned about Turban Gourds - aka Super Mario Pumpkins!

1. Saying "Cheese and Crackers" when I get angry. This flew out of my mouth - for absolutely no reason I can fathom -  one night during traffic. I laughed so hard, I forgot what I was mad at. Jesus probably appreciated it, too. So we'll give it a shot.

2. Starting a photo series called "Real Teens, Real Talk" where my friends sit backwards on a chair and look into the camera all serious. I'm trying to think of hilarious captions for everyone regarding STDs and drugs and stuff.

3. Since 11-8 is me and Justin's Opposite Anniversary (actual is 8-11), I'm gonna make an opposite mix-tape full of amazing songs about terrible relationship, like "Suspicious Minds" by Elvis and "Cecelia" by Simon and Garfunkel. As Veronica says, "Of course you are. Of course." Don't tell him!


4. 3 Cheers for the Weirs. New raffle prizes include 2 cases of beer and Blues tickets. Last night someone at The Royale recognized me as "that girl throwing a concert for her parents." I don't know which is better: that this is how I introduced myself to my new city, or that my new city introduced themselves to me by being so eager to help. Anyways, I think Graham got drunk with Beatle Bob and invited him? My life has gotten so weird.

5. My Halloween costume, which, UGH I do not have time to work on at all. Right now I'm thinking Juice Box or something related to idea #2. Anybody know where I could quickly find a Looney Tunes t-shirt in 2009, besides Six Flags?


Isn't that picture the Björkest I have ever Björked?

He gave me these for our one month anniversary, 5 weeks ago. One of these flowers is still alive and looks exactly like a vagina as pictured above.

I forgot until someone just asked me, but today marks 6 Months of life as a non-smoker. This is the longest I have lasted in 14 years.

The other day on Janet's LiveJournal, I commented that I was saving up to join a gym. She replied: "You should join that Y that Bill and everyone goes to, it sounds like fucking Cheers in that place" and I laughed really hard. 

Reprinted without permission. Deal with it J, you're hilarious. :)

I had something in my eye all day yesterday and I finally went to the eye doctor and SHE FLIPPED MY EYELID INSIDE OUT WITHOUT WARNING ME AND MADE ME SIT THERE WITH AN INSIDE-OUT EYELID AND I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE and then it got better.

Bonus wink!

When I first started public school, I hated the bus. It was loud and crazy and everyone was an asshole - basically a nightmare for any shy kid - especially one who got bullied like me.

I did look forward to my bus stop for two reasons: Courtney and her little brother Mike. They were both so warm and hilarious. I had a faint memory of playing in her yard as a kid, so they felt familiar and safe. The bus was hell and school was hell, but it was nice having such pleasent bookends on my day.

In high school, Courtney hung out with the cool, freaky, alternative (back when that meant amazing) kids. They smoked and drank. The girls dressed so rad and all the guys were hot and MAN, I wanted to hang out with them!

She worked at McDonald's with me. Ra and I agreed that she was the most fun to work with. Sometimes she would walk home from school with Rachel and I, and it made us feel like the shit. She showed us a shortcut through Tyler's backyard, before I knew Tyler or dated his best friend. She told wild stories about her friends. She gave sage advice about love and heartbreak. We smoked lots of cigarettes. Those were great walks.

Any time I saw Courtney at school, she was with a girl with long, pretty red hair. I remembered her well because one time, she dyed her hair black and it was so cool to see someone with bright red roots.

Fast forward FOUR YEARS. I'm sitting in a conference room in Webster University. It was orientation for the semester in London. I was still shy, still scared, and full of questions. Suddenly, someone raised their hand.

"How are we going to find the school from the airport?" She asked. "Are their tour guides? Can I have a map? Are you just going to drop us there?"

"I like this chick already," I thought, and I peered around the table. It was Courtney's friend with the red hair! After orientation, I sprinted over to her.

"You went to Kirkwood! You know Courtney! I know Courtney! Wow!" I spazzed. I'm sure she was equally as terrified awed by me. We exchanged information and maybe-sorta'd that we'd keep in touch. 

A couple of weeks later, I emailed her and asked if she wanted to stick together at the airport and find the school together. And we did. And then we ended up living down the hall from each other in the dorms. And that's how Jen became one of my best friends in the world.

She would tell crazy stories about her friends, some of which I had already heard. She was still new and interesting like everyone else, but she knew all the places and people that I did. She was the perfect amount of home.

She introduced me to the Jersey boys and later, her now-husband and all of their friends. When I broke up with Brian, that group basically adopted me. Jen introduced me to my first roommate, 3 guys I dated, a huge chunk of my current friends, world records, camping trips, and 5 years of incredibly fun weekends. 

And Courtney unwittingly introduced me to Jen. So in a way, Courtney is indirectly responsible for so many parts of my life, and I wouldn't trade any of it (except maybe the guys I dated).

Oh! Also! About a year ago, I was stalking Courtney's Myspace page looking for more cool kids I knew. I clicked on one girl's picture. She had bright pretty red hair, too. She was at a wedding, standing next to the bride... who happened to be my best friend at work. "I was at that wedding!" I thought. "I like this chick already, too!" Then I started reading Erin's blog. And the rest is history.

Last night a bunch of friends gathered at Friendly's for Niki's 30th, and to my surprise, Courtney was there - all the way from Seattle! We gushed about each other's dates, laughed and dished with Jen and Erin, and it was the most fun I've had in a while.

Also, Erin , Courtney and I gushed about each other's blogs. Hilarious!

So Courtney, now you know how great you are, in case you didn't already know. Thanks for being so cool, having such great taste in people, and unknowingly changing my life for the better.