It's official; I have found Stars Hallow. This weekend, Emily Brady and I came down to Maryland and so far it has been the best Memorial Day weekend of my life. Yesterday, while going on our (8 mile) walk, we pretty much wrote an incredible horror movie that we're going to film down here. It's a retelling of the Bluebeard story. Hu-fucking-zah! I love that fairy tale; it's so twisted. We're also throwing in the history of the farm, like how a confederate soldier was shot here by the man hiding slaves on the underground railroad. Is it true? Who knows, but it doesn't matter. It's a good story.
While we were walking and taking pictures, we stopped by Joe's Gas (with no gas). Joe, who is an awesome old man, let us take pictures of his junkyard. We were walking back when he came up to us and said, "You better not have stolen any of my marijuana!" I fucking love the people here.
Today was the annual Tea Party in Chestertown which involved many people dressed in Colonial garb, street vendors, tents for every organization in the county (I've joined the theater company, the Kent County Democrats, and the ASPCA). Then came the greatest thing I have ever witnessed: the Tea Party reenactment. Emily and I sat on the rocks of the Marina with her camera. First, a man in a small speedboat dressed as George Washington sailed past trying to recreate the crossing of the Delaware. He stopped halfway through and called for the audience to applaud. We did, he raised his sword again, and off he sailed.
Then a large pirate like ship came onto the water with the British on it (and a very hot deck hand). It took them roughly 40 minutes to set up, with the anchor never really secured, and square buoys with large letters spelling out TEA painted on them. The Americans came on their little rowboat, and initially the current was too strong and they couldn't get to the ship. Finally, they did, and got onto the ship. The stage fighting was on the same level of community musical theater (ie: abysmal), and the rebels pushed the British and the TEA buoys overboard and raised the American flag. Also, a sword fight was in there somewhere. It was beautiful.
Next year, Emily and I promised each other that we will come back, sit on the dock all day, drink our own Chestertown Tea, get tanked off of it, and watch some patriots. After all, this is the equivilant to Founders Day.
I'm going to end up living in this town one day. I can tell. It's my very own Stars Hallow... I just need to find my Jess.
Well, we get home completely sunburnt after seeing some incredibly awesome looking people (like an obese chick in a spandex shirt, pink feather boa, and pirate hat). We pass out on my couch while watching Alice in Wonderland then get some of dad's famous BBQ. Now we're watching Mirrormask and trying to recoup before boozing and smore making.
This weekend is incredible, and it's not even over yet. I cannot wait for tomorrow night.

Tonight, for over 2 hours, Sara and I talked about our feelings, hopes, fears, and dreams in Lola outside of her house. And for once, it felt like someone listened. I love you, Sara, more than you know.
-B

You know your life has officially become fucked up when the cop that pulls you over at 1 AM is the nicest person you've talked to all day.

An attitude adjustment is seriously needed. I have never felt so lost in myself before. Nobody takes me seriously, but I shouldn't complain. it was my own doing. I've become a caricature of myself. I've become what I've feared most: a thing to play with but never have to take seriously. I'm still being dicked over for other people's benefits, and now it's just expected. Of course I'm supposed to give everyone free reign of my house. Of course I'm supposed to be transportation. Of course I'm supposed to offer my ezpass and placard yet still have to pitch in for gas. I know everyone thinks I'm made of money, but no one has to hear what goes on behind closed doors.
My mother thinks I'm a failure and fully expects me to be under her control for the rest of my life. She does whatever she can to try an ensure it. I know I'm talked about all of the time behind my back. My clubs think of me as a buffoon, and my teachers wonder why I even bother.
What happened to the power hungry girl I used to be? Maybe my physical hunger made me that way. My body is going to pot, but I'm trying to force myself to believe that eating is the right thing to do.

Why am I even posting this? I don't know. I want to stand up, but if I do, I'm automatically a bitch. I am a bitch, who the fuck am I kidding?

You don't need to read this. I may not be above writing this out, but I know you guys are better than this.

I don't know what to feel more: relief that she's waking up and doing something about it, or fear over what is going to happen next.

Today:
-Taught 4th graders about Alice Paul and apparently had to look professional while doing it. Thank you, pinstripe slacks.
-Did a 6 page paper in 2 hours
-Almost got set on fire in Creative Writing class
-Had a throwdown with Tom in the lobby of Education Building
-Didn't pay attention to Waiting for Godot
-Gossiped with Chelsea
-Had a Lucy festivus!
-Realized I don't really fit in with the RoDems crowd (trying to make peace with that)
-Vented with S and PB's (yeah cheap food, boo they don't accept Rowan Cards)
-Bought matching bottles of lube with S at CVS

This is what my life has become. Tomorrow evening cannot come fast enough.

I have lost absolutely all confidence in my paper writing.

This is not good.

Bronagh Gunn

Bitches

last night =
- sweet and spicy
- dishwashing soap
-my mother's shower
- your lack of sewing skills
- electric guitars
- swedish fish
- family crests
- and lots of smiling.

Mason and I made a fort in my living room. The casa feels much more home-y now.

I'm not saying this to feel sorry for myself. I'm not saying it to get attention or to see which friends "prove themselves."

But I'm going to Paris in 2 months, and I'm honestly not sure if I'm going to come home.

So, after watching Gossip Girl, I wanted to research Sarah Lawrence College because I thought it closed. Turns out they have a great masters program in writing, health advocacy, and social work.

Thanks, GG

I may have found a suitor due to my power rangers ringtone. Yep, my romantic endeavors truly are a follie.

Well, of the ones nominated, Slumdog Millionaire should and is going to win. It was an incredible film.

Now, and this is where the rant starts, I cannot BELIEVE that Tell No One was not nominated for any awards. I knew it wouldn't be in the Best Picture category considering it's a French film, but it wasn't even nominated for Best Foreign Language Film? REALLY? That movie blew me away, it was so incredible, yet the Academy turned their noses up at it.

At least they had enough decency to nominated Mickey Rourke and Melissa Leo.

Half of Rowan students have or have had gonorrhea.  Half.


I am disgusted.

Leah felt that her life was in complete shambles. She heard word of a magic genie off in the hills that could grant her three wishes. She also knew that you could only see him once in your life and out of true desperation, so she decided in her youthful naivety that this was the time.
    She trekked into the hills that day until she found a golden bottle amongst the discarded glass ones. Leah picked it up and rubbed it, not shocked with the genie came out. He told her how she had three wishes, and nothing too big since he was a humble genie and couldn’t control that.  She wished for enough money to pay for college, for her best friend Jackie to find true love, and for her mother to leave her alone.
    The genie thought this was reasonable enough and granted her wishes. Leah ran home to tell Jackie the good news. Leah didn’t have to go far because she walked into her living room to see Jackie and Leah’s boyfriend kissing on the couch. Jackie tried to explain, saying that the two of them were in love and had been for a long time.
    Leah was furious, kicking the two out of her house and her life and ran up to her bedroom. She lay there for hours until the phone rang. It was the police; her mother had just been in a devastating car accident. Leah had to come downtown to identify her body.
    Tears blocked her vision as Leah said goodbye to her mother, the next few days passing in a blur until she put her mother to rest. Her mother left everything to Leah since her father wasn’t in their lives anymore. Leah was all alone: rich and lonely.
    She went back to the hills and kicked the bottles around, not finding the special golden one. Leah screamed and writhed, not caring about the sting of broken glass or the cold dirt on her skin. She got what she wished for.

I personally know I'm marrying Bret, and that's convinient since S is marrying Jermaine. It's nice how these things work out

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So, tomorrow I will awake and register for Creative Writing 2 with my fave CW professor because a spot opened, drop the Writing Research and Technology class with that asshole teacher.

Oh, and my Sociology of the family professor? My AMAZING Soc teacher I had last year.

Obviously, you need to look up academics after watching Gossip Girl. Thank you, Chuck Bass.

EDIT: FUCK FUCK FUCK! I KNEW I WOULD JINX MYSELF!!!!

Congratulations. You have made me feel absolutely and completely sexually repulsive. I hope you're happy... that is, if you even still remember my name.