Chubby Jonas mad. 

Last night for Fujii and Rachel's birthdays...another awesome party at Josh's 

Pink is the new blonde 

Full Moon by Rachel

Last night for the lunar eclipse, Hannah, Josh, Keith, and I drove out into the middle of nowhere in Josh's tiny Honda Prelude to the Madison Co. airport (which I didn't even know existed). Unfortunately, by the time we got out there, the sky was extremely cloudy - so cloudy we couldn't even tell where the moon was. We stood around in the parking lot for a while... had a little dance party to Keith's ring tone, and then headed back to Berea. Somehow, on the way back, we kind of lost our way, but Led Zeppelin helped us find the city limits. Woot!

Martina had asked Hannah to pick out some hair dye for her, so we made a special trip to the Wal-Mart where we found a lovely shade of red for Martina, and a lovely shade of pink for Hannah. I'm not kidding.

As we were leaving Wal-Mart, Josh told Hannah to get into the trunk and explained that he wanted to go through the drive-through at Wendy's, wait till there was someone behind us, and pop the trunk at which time Hannah would come out of the trunk, look around, and run off in the opposite direction. Keith would then run after her and throw her back in the car.

And that is exactly what happened.

Josh was in the process of paying his buck o' five for freedom, I mean chicken nuggets, with his credit card, when the car behind us finally pulled around. He popped the trunk, and it was beautiful. Hannah had messed up her hair, and her expression as she popped her head out was priceless... big eyes, surprised mouth. As soon as she got out, Keith began running after her yelling, "Get back in the car right now!" The people in the car behind us were like, "Oh my god!" The drive-through workers were hanging out the window in amazement. Josh and I were laughing our heads off. Finally Keith got Hannah back in the car, and we drove off with the passenger door still open.

I haven't laughed that hard in a long time.

When we got back to the dorm, Han and I went over to Martina's to give her the hair dye. Being the spontaneous person she is, Hannah decided to go ahead and use the pink highlighting stuff she got. So we had a hair coloring party. Hannah's head looked was covered in little baked potato looking tin foil balls and Martina's was foaming red. I haven't seen the finished product of Martina, but Hannah looks gooooood. :)

So cheers to yet another college night of randomness!

"hanging out" hahaha 

ooooh.... aaaah 

a lil' somthin' somethin' by rachel (the lil' somethin' somethin' herself!)

Today, I ran into Stephen while he was working. He looked at me, smiled, and said, "You look... old." So, I'm officially old now. On "Sex and the City" the women all have scary ages... ages at which they will have to actually face their age. For some it is 45. For me, it is 22. Haha. I hope that changes within the next year... otherwise I will be in trouble.

Anyway, I wanted to post a thank you to everyone that made my 21st as unforgettable as it was. You know who you are... if I tried to say everyone's names I would undoubtedly forget someone and then get in big trouble. And we certainly don't want that. Know that I appreciate you all more than you can imagine. You make life the crazy adventure it is, and I wake each morning with new hopes and expectations for myself because of it. Thank you.

On a completely different note (because my forte is randomness), I wanted to add some more to the birthday weekend story. For me, it began on Friday. AdvoKate and Hannah dragged me to APO's showing of "The Rocky Horror Picture Show." I must say, I'm glad I went. :) Because I was a Rocky Horror virgin... meaning I'd never seen it before... I had to go up to the front and get a huge "V" drawn on my forehead in dark lipliner. Katie explained it to the three of us before the show began when Hannah questioned the lipliner stuck down her shirt. "We draw on you with something like lipliner. Actually, it is lipliner." So after that humiliation, the night was redeemed because I got to sit with my friend Mario and we laughed at the cult-like audience. :) It was fun.

Funny moment... Last night at Josh's I was sitting talking to Jonas, and we were reminiscing about how he didn't get to celebrate my birthday in the cabin in Gatlinburg. He asked, "So when was it, again?" I answered, "Well, Jonas, it was about this time last year..." Ha ha! :)

Another awesome birthday-weekend-happening occured on Sunday. Josh and I went hiking on the Pinnacle... and it was gorgeous up there. The sky was clear, the weather was comfortably warm, and the trees were all different colors. After chilling up there a while, we went to the reservoir where we enjoyed the sound of the outboard motor boat that was contaminating our drinking water. I can't say much... I stuck my hand in the drinking water... hahaha. We decided to leave when Gilbert the piranha-minnow kept staring at us.

And from the philosophical mind of Alicia Tissue... "It's always easier to leave than to be left."
I love you chica, and will be here to make new memories. Look to tomorrow. One day is all it takes.

yes, we are lucky enough to know these people... 

Ode to Collegiate Alcoholism

Ode to Collegiate Alcoholism

College students are truly a rare breed. Week after week we put ourselves through the gauntlet of flip-cup tournaments, keg stands, ice luges, and power hours only to pass out briefly and wake up at obscene hours of the morning to re-fuel our still-intoxicated bodies with a few more beers all in the name of tailgate. We also lack any legitimate sense of time. We "pre-drink" until eleven. 12:40 classes are "early." We know 1:30 a.m. as "last call" because we have been going to the bars since we were 17 with fake I.D.s. There is a day of the week referred to as "Boozeday."

We college kids undoubtedly have a subculture unto ourselves. Some people play basketball, we play beer pong. Some people wait all year for Christmas or Thanksgiving, we wait all year for St. Patty’s Day, New Years Eve, and Superbowl Sunday. Some drink orange juice for breakfast, we throw back a Busch Light because we hear its a good cure for that hangover. We can turn anything into a drinking game.

We live in our own world, a world where jungle juice seems like a good idea, being awake at 4 a.m. is normal, “wanna do a body shot” is a sufficient pick-up line, and 21st birthdays are an entity unto themselves. We have become aware that alchohol makes us say, do, and wear things that would, in a sober state, be out of the question. Watching our friend make out with a stranger in front of cheering spectators is raw comedy, kegerators become the greatest invention the world has ever seen, and we "discover" things that seem utterly amazing…like malt liquor...and Beerios...

We nickname beers. If we're at the bar and we ask for a "Beast" or a "Natty," the bartender knows what we're talking about because he's probably in college too. We have drunken alter-egos and we name them. A few sots down the hatch and we suddenly turn into "Rico Suave" the tequila-chugging wonder...We are experts at Kings, never running out of tricky categories or a clever rule. We draw on the faces of passed out friends, we know that empty fifths make great decorations in our apartments (also note: empty kegs can be sweet coffee tables), and we have done a "shotski".

We make friends while we are drunk and we assign them an adjective that will forever precede their name in order to distinguish them from the rest of the "friends" we make while drunk (also because we do not know their last names.) "Sloppy Tom," "Chicago Sarah," and "Creepy Steve" will always be near and dear to our hearts.

We have no money because we spent it all on beer. This, unfortunately, is also why we drink Povov and Crazy Horse, and trust us, that takes heart. It grows on us after awhile...or after we've taken too many shots to remember that what we're drinking tastes like gasoline. The lack of money situation is also why if we see someone sipping a Corona, they are a baller, and we will make friends with them.

After a long night of bonging beers at a house party, bravely resisting the urge to drunk dial (and/or drunk IM) all of our ex-girlfriends, then going shot-for-shot with a chick at the bar, we wake up hugging an empty box of wine in our underwear on our best friend's kitchen floor with a million questions running through our pounding heads. We wake up with random incoherent numbers in our cell phones ("Who the hell is 'grEenshirtb4oy'?"), random pictures on our cameras ("Look, here’s one of so-and-so humping that Corona guy on the dance floor..."), a mere 73 cents left in our wallets ("I didn't know Hold 'em was a drinking game?"), and a desperate desire to lay in bed for the rest of our lives...it is then that we swear off drinking forever...for real....we really mean it this time....

Yet, after shotgunning a brewski or two and kickin back with a 40, we head to the shower, beer in hand, and get ready to begin our evening once again. It takes balls, simply put. We know how to party. We have honed and perfected our art. We are lushes, bar stars, and boozehounds.

Why do we act this way you ask? Because we can. Because in 4 short, blurry years we will have to enter the “real world”. So for the time being we will live it up…As long as there are beers to be drank and shots to be taken, we will be there...as long as there are case races to be won and frat houses to pass out in, we will be there...as long as there are tables to be danced on and annoying eighties songs to sing loudly along to, WE WILL BE THERE!...but we're not gonna lie, we probably won't remember it.

(I have NO IDEA where this came from, except I got it from Alicia!!)

We're a whore (we both think so)

So this weekend was Rachel's 35th birthday, right? We started celebrating officially on Saturday, when we went with IntoxiKate to the horse park in Lexington. We went to Lexingong (haha), ate lunch with Keith, got Jones Soda (Rachel says Fufu Berry!) and realized we were all similar to Sex and the City characters. Rachel is Charlotte, because she has brown hair. And other reasons. Hannah is Carrie, we're not sure why. Kate is sometimes Miranda, and sometime Samantha, so she is now Smirantha. And Keith is pretty much Samantha, because we all know he's a dirty little whore ;)
Then we went to Keeneland to experience the beautiful people and the lovely peasant like-feel of $3 tickets. We met up with Josh and Aaron and Audrey while we were there and Aaron won $38 in a freak betting accident! Josh and Aaron were uber-cultured and masquerading as rich people with cigars. Then it rained.
From there we went to get holes! We both got the cartilage in our ears pierced (just one hole each, dad).
Then we decided to go back to Berea, make some plans, and THEN call LeZack. Haha. We hate you Kate.
So we did all that, and ended up going to see Aaron and Audrey's house, which is beautiful. The night included sparklers, pumpkins, pumpkins AND sparklers, and a walk through an old cemetary, complete with a blood-curdling scream and mysterious figures.
Skip to yesterday......Rachel's 21st birthday!!!! Don't worry dad, she kept her wits about her.
We went to Applebee's last night with half of the world to celebrate. We were loud, obnoxious, demanding, and we took pictures. Keith kept getting his hair caught in the faux spider webs, and there was a super creep behind us who kept staring. We might have been loud, and rude, and offensive, but is that any reason to stare? WE don't think so. We're joking. We were just loud.
Then we responded to Jonas' three phone calls about THE SAME THING and went to Josh's. Josh tried to set up a champagne fountain for the birthday champagne and, with a little help from Booger, succeeded in breaking all of them but one. So Rachel got to drink champagne out of a real glass, while the rest of us used ANYTHING WE COULD FIND, including, but not limited to water glasses, bowls, pots, saucepans, and glass lids to something. We partied there for awhile and then Josh threw garlic on Rachel and we rode off into the sunset in Slutty Betty (Kate's CAR!!!).
So, thus continues the week long celebration of the life of Rachel. It will pick up again on Saturday for the party Josh is throwing for "Rachel, Fujii, and Halloween."
To quote our new favorite email...EVER...
"We live in our own world, a world where jungle juice seems like a good idea, being awake at 4 a.m. is normal, and 21st birthdays are an entity unto themselves."
So, peace out, Happy Birthday, and....WWMD!!!!

Happy Birthday week Rachel! by Hannah

So, in all of the birthday fun from Friday on, I was a bad room mate and forgot to birthday blog Rachel yesterday!!! Happy 21st!!!!!!!!!!!!

Pretttttttttttttty.... 

Aaron and Josh making a special pumpkin 

Josh doing the robot 

Kate, Rachel, and Hannah (Kelli, Stacie, Sarah...) at Keeneland! 

what's wrong? by hannah

I'm tired of selfish people. It makes me want to stop caring.

Kate licking Rufus 

Don't smoke crack (by us)

Wello. Damns. Likies. In fact, yikies. You had me worried sexy!
Dang we're stupid. Wow, what is wrong with us. Today. HAHAHAHAHAHA.
I did not! Hannah lies! Rachel snorted!
Okay, enough of this nonsense.
Last night was just great. We went to dinner at La Vida Nueva. Martina made soup (or pot o' shit) and cornbread. Mmm-mmm good. Then we went to the big city of Richmond and went to Hastings with Josh (Blue). That was great, especially reading the CLASSIC Children's literature, such as "Hair That Grows in Strange Places" and "That's Dangerous!" The first one was about Mr. and Mrs. Hormone, who looked like mean opossums. Scaaaary. "That's Dangerous!" and it's companion "That's Disgusting!" were just....fantastic. We learned things like that getting inside the washing machine- That's dangerous! And sticking your head in the oven- That's dangerous! Did you know...sticking your finger up a cat's behind...that's disgusting! Blowing your nose in the curtains, or pooping in the bathtub...that's disgusting!!!
Then we went to Applebee's so Josh could have a beer, and he bought us a great dessert. Yummm. With three m's.
Then we came back here, got ProcreKate and went to the Fee Street party, which was A) Not too great. B) Full o' stalker WILL and C) Rachel got molestered by the guy that growled at Hannah once for slurping her drink. SO WE LEFT.
We went to Josh's and gave him his birthday CD a week late. Jonas and Jaime showed up and scared the SHIT out of Rachel (and we quote...). So Rachel's pretty much having a great evening so far. It is now that we part ways: Rachel sat in a chair, and Hannah went back to Fee Street to take Kate something.
Then back at Josh's Jonas and Ryan started a jam session in the living room. Rachel got to sing Hanson and Kenny Loggins (wooooo...). Great fun, says she. Hannah was outside with Jaime having an affair and carving a pumpkin that was a cyclops with a widow's peak.
Then we once again joined forces to help with a rousing rendition of the Jonas original, "Don't Smoke Crack." The chorus goes like this:
Don't smoke crack
It's not good for you
I said...don't smoke crack
That's not where it's at
Don't roll those doobies
Don't chew on opium seeds
Don't lick that paper laced with LSD
And don't, no don't, no doooon't
SMOKE CRACK.

Then we walked back to our respective homes.
Amen.
Agayman.
Abooger.
the end.

Ryan Adams goodness!!!!! by hannah

We're going to see Ryan Adams on November 19th!!!!! I can't even tell you how excited I am about this. After the disappointment of not getting to see Rufus in Chicago, this is more than enough of a consolation!!!!!!!!
Happy Friday, yo.

Haha 

Yes I am a B student, by Hannah

I got a B on my Nutrition test! And YES I am happy with that. This sucker was 10 pages long and insane. So I just wanted to share my good news.

Reading period? by rachel

So, the dirty mexican is in town, and when that happens, all hell breaks loose. I have had the best few days. A few nights ago, I went down to Clay's to watch "Farenheit 9/11" with him, Jesse, Josh, Richard, and Diehl. I enjoyed it, as well as our discussion that followed. That's about the only serious thing I've done in the past week.

Friday night, Hannah, DefeKate, and I went to Lexington for a girls night. We gorged ourselves at Olive Garden... mmmm, calimari... and then went shopping. Hannah and I found the perfect shirt for Jaime. It said "Do you have your tickets to the gun show?" and had two big arrows pointing to your arms. Hahaha! Yes, Booger, we know it was your joke to begin with, but it was Jaime who ran it into the ground (as he does with all jokes, and everything else for that matter). Kate found a t-shirt with a Miller High-Life spoof that said "Mullet Low-Life." Woot! Hannah also found some nifty shoes, which are illustrated in one of the photos below. Kate and I got Demeter Honeysuckle perfume, too. It smells sooooo good. Like Kate said, "I just wanna drink it!"

After shopping, we drove around Lexington for a while trying to find the house that Kate's sister Meg was babysitting at... The "Rich"ies. Yeah... Kate missed that right onto Holiday. Finally we made it... the house was freakin' huge. They had a full bar, a gorgeous bathroom, and an amazing kitchen. When we left there, I got the passenger side door stuck in the grassy hill beside the car, so the door wouldn't close. Oops. Then Kate drove in the middle of the road. Because of that, there was a 20 car police blockade where they were checking licensces and insurance... fortunately they didn't recognize us. Kate was about to pee her pants.

On the way back, we stopped at Applebees to see the boys who were celebrating Josh's birthday. We got there just in time to sing Happy Birthday embarrassingly loudly. He got a free Sunday which promptly got smeared on Booger's face and then Josh's. Can you say mature? Han, Kate, and I stopped at a gas station into town before going to Josh's to get some caffeine. And boy did we ever. Those cups are humongous! Kate found a big pen and wrote my extension on her hand with it. Just because she could. Hahaha. Then she did the "I just found a big pen" dance. It was great. The rest of the evening, we chilled at Josh's where we listened to Clay and Jesse debate. It was actually really interesting and insightful. Especially with all the caffeine in me.

Yesterday was even crazier. Kate and I went to Food Service for lunch (at 1:00 :)) where we ran into Richelle and Diehl. They invited us to come along with them to the horse races at Keeneland. So we did! It was something I have always wanted to do and I am so glad I went. I took us forever to get there cause Kate and I about died 3 or 4 times, and then missed the exit, but ya know.... Once we arrived, we were walking in behind this group of really hot guys, and one of them turned around to look at us. As soon as he turned his head back around, Kate tripped and fell off of the sidewalk! We died laughing, and the guys thought we were laughing at them. Seriously though, God should not allow that many beautiful people in one place. I was in shock. I am not kidding. There were so many gorgeous men there, my jaw stayed at about the level of my feet. I like the horse races. We really did watch a horse race... really! Once we found Richelle, Bargo, Flem, and Lindsay (Diehl had been sent to find us, and had gotten lost) we went to place bets. Kate and I bet $2 each and Diehl picked horse #10 for me. Yeah. I think it came in last. Oh well.

A few hours after Kate and I returned, Hannah and Megan joined us and we went to Josh's birthday party at his apartment. I had soooo much fun. Lots of old friends were there, and I got to re-do the magnetic poetry captions on the photos on Josh's fridge. Muhahaha. For some reason, I could only find dirty words. :-\ We partied it up for a while, what with the different colored lights, the fog machine, and Clay's wonderful mixers - Bottom's Up anyone? Then, once most of us were a little 'enlightened' as Diehl would put it, we hit the campus Coming Out dance, which happens to be the best dance of the year. In order to get to the dance, Clay called his taxi friend Ed who, as Kate puts it, "Ed is the shit!" Yes... so there were 9 of us in the cab... 6 of which were in the backseat. On the front dashboard there was a sign reading "No Smoking, No Alcohol, Must Wear Seatbelts At All Time" Whoops. "Ed is the shit!"

The party came alive upon our arrival.... although we stopped by the fountain so we could wade and play in the bubbles. Especially Kate and Clay. The dance was a blast, they even had chocolate covered marshmallows, which Hannah and I shoved in Jesse's mouth. At one point, Hannah was, shall we say, "backin' in up" and the zipper on her skirt/shorts popped. Fun stuff. So she 'borrowed' a scarf from Clay, who didn't know where he'd gotten it.

After about an hour of that, including Ryan in his ghetto angel costume doing 'Tony Chestnut' we went back to Josh's. And the fun began... again. This time, on the walk there, there was a full moon, or two. Namely Kate and Lindsay. I had the priveledge of carrying Megan the butterfly's shoes. As soon as I asked her if she wanted to take them off, she stuck her feet out in my general direction. A few minutes after I had been carrying them, she turned to Will and I and asked where her shoes were. Hahaha! Kate adopted a pumpkin from Coffee Conspiracy as well. When it got too heavy to carry, she kicked it down the sidewalk. We also saw a few misplaced mums (on the hoods of cars) that told us our friends were not too far ahead of us. When we were almost to Josh's house, Hannah decided to stop in the middle of someone's driveway to change from her flip flops to her new skull and crossbones shoes - just as someone was trying to pull in. Whoops.

There was a slightly new crowd at Josh's once we arrived - I did get to see my hot Italian friend. Holla! Clay decided to carve Kate's pumkin. It now has an eternal smile, even with the knife that Clinton put in its forehead. A few mixers later, and Megan's party foul on the carpet (and my foot), and the crowd finally began to thin.

By about 2:30 Will and I decided to walk back to campus. On the way, we saw our dear friend Chris surrounded by four, count them, four cop cars. Yes, he was being arrested. Will made a bet with me that Chris had been caught peeing in public. Sadly, it was just because he was walking down the street with a beer can in his hand. Disappointment. Later, Hannah told me that when she and Clay went to the police station to see if they could help, Chris' wife Anna-Jeannine saw the scarf around Hannah's waist and said "I wonder where that thing got to!" Hannah found the owner!

3:00 am... I finally made it to bed. What a day.

Hannah decided to leave with her brother for the rest of "reading period" so it is me and ProcreKate for the weekend. We have already worn out a "Sex and the Ciudad" dvd and gone to Mario's at midnight to get a chocolate volcano and stare at the he-she. Gives me the jibblies.

Jonas comes back tomorrow... with a little less wisdom than before.
And reading period goes on..... muhahahaha.

club night! 

Hannah's new shoes! 

"I'm too immature for this, Rachel!" ~ Clay 

dang!