Fun Fun Fun

Last night was lots of fun, hence the blog title. I was a little hesitant about it, but it worked out really well. People had fun. I let go of my inhibitions and had fun. Yes, we were under the influence of alcohol (and a couple others were a little high, too), but that is besides the point. It was a great night.

But I have 1 thing I want to talk about. Why do people let go of their inhibitions when they drink? Why can't we let go and be who we are without any help from alcohol (or weed)? Like last night, everyone of us had pure fun. I, for the first time of my life, made out with more than 1 person in 1 night. I believe it was 6 people. I know 6 people would be kind of ridiculous if I were sober, but why can't I ever kiss or make out with someone I like on like the 2nd or 3rd date? Like, I dated this girl for a while, and we never kissed. [Actually, I have never made out with anyone before, but thats besides the point.] Opposite of that, I get drunk 1 night and make out with 6 people. Shouldn't that be the other way around? I'm not saying I didn't like the events of last night. I'm not lying when I say I did like it. I'm just wondering why couldn't I get the courage to kiss a girl that I like, but I can make out with 6 different people. I'm going to work on that.  You know what? Maybe this moment of slutty-ness will help me with my inability to make a move on anyone that I like. Maybe last night can help me break down that wall that is holding me back from what I want., or maybe I can just be a slut because that is the only way I will be close to anybody. Hmmm... I think I'm gonna test both of them, and then we'll see which is better for me.

My advice to you: go after what you want.

WHAT. THE. FUCK. ?

I feel like I've been neglecting my blog for a little while. I'm sorry, blog. I just don't know what to write about.

Actually, I think I found a topic. So, I don't know if you've heard, but Broadway shows are starting to close which is killing me softly.  Actually, it's like stabbing me in the heart with a fork and then grinding it with a cheese grater.  So, [Title of Show] is set to close on October 12th, but they are fighting along with the TOSSERS to keep the show alive on Broadway. Seriously, why would you want to close this show? Even if you did want to close it, why would you want to close it so soon? They have worked their asses off for this. Their story of hope in dreams that eventually come true is what everybody dreams of. EVERYBODY! Also, Xanadu was set to close on October 12th, but because they want to "avoid the losses in the current economic climate," they decided to push the closing date to September 28th. This Sunday?! WTF, people?! Are you trying to kill me? Then to ice the cake, Legally Blonde is set to close October 19th. My favorite musicals are closing, and there is no way that I will ever be able to see them because I don't have the money or time to take a spontaneous vacation to New York, pay full priced tickets (bc I have to make sure I will definitely see the shows), and get school work done.  GGGGGGAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! Now all I will have is the musical's CDs, and the youtube videos. These will have to last me the rest of my life... *tear*  I think I will make the day each show closes a memorial day. I will listen and sing only the songs from the show. Hopefully, [TOS] won't close (at least, not until I see it in person), and I can live a little bit longer and happier. *knock on wood*

You thought I was kidding when I said I was obsessed with Broadway? Well, you thought wrong.

Here's my Homage (/mini collage) to 3 of my favorite Broadway musicals ever. Cue the sappy "I will always remember you" music

Hell Week with Blythe

Ok. So just fyi, if I hurt your feelings with whatever I have been (or will be) writing about, I'm sorry. It's not in any way intentional. If I'm like "I Fucking hate [insert name here]," then I probably am trying to hurt you in some way, but that would only be for good reasons. I doubt I will be doing that, so no worries.  Yea, it's a weird way to start off a blog, but I just had to put that out there. (This was a response to Peeps, but it may apply to you/the reader/whoever you are. Sorry, Lindsey! I love you!)

Ironically enough, here's what I actually want to talk about: 

Drama has been stirring for about a week now, and I am just freaking tired of it. So here is my venting session for the day: I understand why the drama isn't going away, but most people don't want to talk about it. The only exception is one person. I understand why you are keeping this shit alive. I feel for you, I really do. I even tried to help you. I was trying to be supportive. It obviously hasn't helped you. Then you go get drunk & high (let me tell you again, that was fucking stupid). We get mad at you, and you overreact and threaten your life. People call you to make sure you are ok, and the next day while you think about it, the fact that they called you (multiple times) makes you MAD?!?! WHAT THE FUCK?! I believe you had over 20 missed calls and at least 10 texts. That means they care about you!! They care because they love you, not JUST because you threaten to kill yourself. They want to make sure you are ok.  That love for you just doesn't go away that fast. They are mad. I don't know if you know this, but people are allowed to get mad sometimes, and you have no say in how people feel about something. I think that most of us who called are hoping things will eventually work out and we'll be good friends again.

A little time goes by, and you decide you want to come home and just hang with everyone.  Are you kidding me? You didn't actually talk to the people you wanted to hang out with. You called them, but they aren't ready to talk to you. So you think coming in to hang with them is still a good idea? I tell you this, and you make me feel guilty for telling you what I think about the situation. The next day I want hang out with my friends (who you just happen to be mad at), and you get angry, again. You think we planned this so we could hang out without you and make you mad again? Seriously. Think about that one.

Seriously. Take a step back and tell me you are not overreacting.

I'm with Blythe right now, and she want's to add something. Here it is:

Just to start off, "you care because you have to" is bull shit. Of course, calling, worrying, and wondering if you're ok is definitely NOT being a friend. But seriously, that's what friends do; they care. You are completely ignoring the fact that all of us were freaking out, and you were just thinking about yourself and how sad you were when we were just trying to get in touch with you.  I support Jody when he said we called and texted you so much. It is not only your problem. It's ours too because somehow we always get involved with your problems. It's probably because we are YOUR FRIENDS, but i just have to say that we are not therapists. Suicidal threats? really? ARE YOU TRYING TO GIVE ME A FUCKING HEART ATTACK. COME ON!! You can't just scare me like that. If you are making threats like that you need to see a professional. Because if you think thats normal, it's not.  

Remember when you told everyone "you screwed up"? Well, look what you've done. YOU SCREWED UP! How does it feel? I don't know how to make you realize how serious this is. Drinking and drugs are not a good combination, even for this situation.  Oh, and we all know that "i guess i wanted to" shit is not the reason you did it. Don't waste my time by going around the fact.  Be straight forward and confront the issue like you always say.  Try taking your own advice.

Don't make this a drama-fest, because it isn't. You have no idea how much you mean to us. I am saying all of this because I love you, and you mean a lot to me. 

It's Jody again.

Well, since I've written this about 3 hours ago, you said you figured out what you're gonna do. Whatever it is, I hope it works out for you.  As for what I've written, I know it's a bit biting, but I hope you see what things are like from the outside, see how it feels to be stuck in the middle. I didn't write this with the purpose to hurt you, but to inform you. I hope you read this and have some kind of realization. It's all in love. It's true, even if you choose not to believe it.

Gustav Update

Ok so here is my Gustav story before I start to forget things:

Let's start with Thursday August 28th.  Loyola decided to cancel classes on Friday, and they were going to kick everyone out on Saturday morning.  The plan was to re-open the school on Thursday September 4th.  Since classes were canceled on Friday, we decided to have an impromptu Hurricane Party, which was awesome and somewhat eventful as always.  So, the next day I had to get my hungover self up, drive from Kenner to Belle Chasse, shower, and drive 5 hours to Natchitoches all on 2-3 hours of sleep. 

Let's go back a little and give you some other possibly necessary information.  (It depends on if you want the full effect of my evacuation.  It's your decision to skip this paragraph).  My dad and my brother decided that they were going to stay home while me, my mom, and my brother's girlfriend were going to evacuate.  I pretty much had no say in it, but that's the way my life is, I guess.  My dad is in the local government, and I think he felt like he needed to stay.  My brother, on the other hand, just wanted to stay and help.  They helped build a sandbag-levee, which I think probably saved my house and everyone else who lives in the Belle Chasse or general Westbank area.  So, congrats to them.

Back to the story. So my hungover self drove to Natchitoches to evacuate.  We unpacked our 3 cars, and I passed out.  When I woke up the next morning, I found out that the people who took us in (and who also took us in for 4 months after Katrina) had family who were evacuating from Lafayette.  My mom decided that we would be intruding, so we drove about an hour to my grandparent's house in Mansfield, LA.  Mansfield is about an hour north of Natchitoches.  Still don't know where that is?  Google is you best bet of figuring it out.  Let me just say, it is the most po-dunk town I have ever been to.  My grandparents didn't have internet, and I couldn't steal wireless internet from anyone because NO ONE had it.  Seriously, the best thing about the town is probably what my grandmother calls "the mini Super Walmart."  So yea, I spent most of my time there at Walmart, studying (which was a big surprise to me), eating, and sleeping.  My grandparents drove the 3 of us up the wall, but I obviously still love them.

So, we decide Sunday that we were going to make the 7  hour drive to Memphis, TN (where it just so happens that some of my parent's friends were staying. Lucky coincidence, I think.).  So, Monday (today) we left Mansfield around 8:30 A.M.  I don't even start to think about getting up at 8:30. So, that was bad.  Plus, I hate driving long distances.  I get tired easily, and I hate the traffic.  I think next time I will just rent a chauffeur. 

That's everything that's happened so far, but I'll keep you updated later if things change (bc they probably will).

Oh yea. This is probably the best part of my week: I think y'all would like this. Yesterday, Garrett saw Wicked in Chicago, where Annaleigh Ashford is Galinda (She is #1 in my  TO DO BLOG). After the show, he waited outside the stagedoor and called me when she came by. He gave her the phone to tell me hello, but my call got dropped. I immediately called him back, and she answered!! She said hello, and had to go. Fricken amazing!I checked my voicemail a few minutes later, and she somehow left me a voicemail when she tried to say hi the 1st time. Best moment of my life...this week.