kaci

Wed, 27 Aug 2003 09:52:40 GMT

i know this is annoying.
but this is annoying me.
reverence_
add me if you please.

let me take this medicine to quench my love for violent things.

Mon, 25 Aug 2003 06:47:16 GMT

& so.
while waiting for ryan mclaughlin's wasted ass to call me for a ride home, i'm filling out jan's interview.

1. what are your current favorite bands right now and why?
i am going to be horrible at answering this question. the new thrice album hasn't left my cd player since the day it came out. alkaline trio is always a constant. the new team sleep stuff is incredible, and i've been listening to ben lee a lot. that's a pretty random grouping. fair enough.

2. describe your college experience so far.
it's been interesting. my college experience has been more about other people than it has about myself. i spent the majority of my freshman year hopping from dorm room to dorm room, lecture hall to lecture hall. mind you, none of them were mine. i'm living vicariously through everyone else who moved away. it's been a blast. and i'll be transfering in a year. i'll fill you in then.

3. if you could relive any moment of your life, what would it be?
this is a really good one. high five, jan. it's probably the walk from the asbury park train station to the shore. i remember seeing the atlantic ocean forthe first time and feeling particularly dumbfounded. i was with the most incredibly random/amazing people, and on the verge of an amazing time. i could feel it the whole 36824289 miles we walked.

4. potaytoe, potahto. tomaytoe, tomahto. what do you say?
i wish i said 'tomahto.' i'm so envious i don't have an east coast accent. honestly. ta-may-to. pah-tay-to.

5. what are your favorite cartoons and why?
family guy, space ghost & clone high. the humor on those shows are so incredibly off the wall. you can get away with so much more in a cartoon, humor-wise. the one liners are the best.

want me to interview you? comment.

this war is getting harder to fight by myself.

Sun, 24 Aug 2003 07:51:40 GMT

this past week i have:
made three shirts, a skirt and two purses, went to the improv, got lost in san dimas, ran around on a movie set, made that "teal x" decision i'd been avoiding, registered for school, split my hand open on a box cutter, went to dinner with a boy who looked like garrett from senses fail - only less creepy, got up to a 10g, revisited with five old friends i'd lost touch with, went to a soccer game, had a girly sleepover, finished three books, almost cried, routed a trip to san francisco, and not slept at all.

i miss you.
and by miss, i mean love. and by you, i mean everyone.

niwt, come home.

you got me sprung & i don't care who sees.

Fri, 15 Aug 2003 09:54:07 GMT

i'll have you know my cell phone plays "crazy in love" when anyone calls now.
and i don't mean that cheesy ring melody.
i mean, it plays the song. all the way up to the "uh oh, uh oh" part.
and it's sad how easily entertained i've become.

i'd rather be here, than anywhere with you.

Wed, 13 Aug 2003 09:26:45 GMT

my outgoing voicemail:
(buddy from senses fail, in a faint jersey accent:)
"yo, what the fuck is up, you've reached kaci's cell phone. if you don't know what to do, you're fuckin' retarded. take care of yourself. peace."
(note the use of 'retarded' at shelley's request...)

voicemail received this evening:
(my dad, in a thick brooklyn accent:)
"hey, what the fuck is up. who the fuck am i calling? who was that bitch? i bet your father would love that fuckin language, huh? i mean, what the fuck. hey fuck you. what the fuck. i want that message gone. i'll send someone over to take care of you. you should take that off your voicemail, you sound retarded. you know something? i got friends. in the italian community. in the polish community. and they'd be happy to take care of that buck on your answering machine. big fuckin' friends. that's no way for a lady to act. especially one who's father pays her phone bill. you're classier than that. remember, i got friends. big ones. so don't be retarded. you know what to do. the right thing to do would be taking that fuckin retard off your phone. he can be taken care of. i got friends. i told you. peace."

(back to normal speaking tone:)
"okay sweetie. just kidding. but do me a favor and fix that, will you? okay. love you. bye bye."

haha,
that made my life.
and how was your day?

pick ANY 20 lj users. without revealing their names, say something about (or to) each one of them. never reveal who is what...

1. you're a real stand-up guy, and i'm so glad to know you. i wish we could hang out more, but that distance thing is a bitch.

2. i try to keep up with your life as best as i can, but i get lost in all the details very easily. know i still care, even though i never know when to tell you.

3. you are fucking amazing. it scares me to know that we are so similar in so many ways. you live life for every day and i love you for it.

4. i swore i deleted you from my friends list. but you're still on here. what the hell.

5. things have just become so much better in my life since we became friends. you are my sister, my yellow, my twin, my damn homie. the only person who lets me put a song on repeat, and will sit through hotty hot videos without any objection. i don't know. really. i just fucking love you. you damn saucebox.

6. you are about the most fun time ever. when i first met you, i didn't think you liked me all that much. after the third day, i didn't think i could like you enough.

7. cutest thing ever. except you can't gamble for shit. hah. <3 why don't we hang out more?

8. i get bummed out when i realize that there are one thousand some odd miles between us. i always think how much more fun i'd be having if you were there to liven it up.

9. i was trying to think of something really clever or witty to say for you. but i gave up. keep your eye on what you want. nothing comes easy, and if it does, it isn't worth it. atta' boy, rockstar.

10. i swear to god, you're still thirteen. and in my head i know your not, but i can never quite convince myself of it. nevertheless, you've grown up beautiful.

11. it's because we're such amazingly opposite people that we get along so well. i don't think anyone saw it coming, and i still dont think anyone knows what hit them. nobody does it like us, kid. and i miss you miss you miss you. throw the o. you know how we do.

12. you are so much fun to be with. i seriously get tears in my eyes everytime i'm around you. i hope all goes well with you in the near future. just flip out, they'll never see it coming.

13. you freak me out. quit stalking my friends.

14. i think i may have accidently scared the hell out of you. i'm sorry. <3

15. i'll call you again when i'm across the street and i'll pretend like i don't see you. we can go dance to poison the well & talk about pharmacuticals. just as long as you promise to quit with the firecrackers.

16. it's funny, because for as much as you doubt yourself, i see an incredibly individual, confident, amazing and talented person. and you dress so cute it hurts to look at you. yes. i'm talking about you.

17. you are beautiful. and i honestly mean that. thank you for showing such amazing hospitality from the second i met you. i miss you a lot. (nobody's supposed to be half a world away at times like these...)

18. i hear you on the radio sometimes, and it never gets any less weird.

19. stop claiming the core, you're not cool. you're obnoxious and no one wants a detailed inventory about what you buy from the skateshop. christ.

20. you are SO CUTE. and i'm sorry we haven't kept in touch. i swear i read every word. the random shopping trips await us. and we'll do it. oh yeah, we will.

nobody's romancing, because it's too early for dancing

Mon, 11 Aug 2003 18:51:22 GMT

"wait, ben harper is black?!?"
"aww, he's only playing the sexy songs!!"

yay for drunken/stoned/eccentric college students of san diego.

shelley, ian, lynette & i saw jack johnson and ben harper last night.
it only took two years,
but jesus. i don't care.
jack was amazing. AMAZING.
i can't get over his voice.
i called my mom during "bubble toes", she giggled like a little girl.
and ben harper. well, ben. learn how to end a song under ten minutes, k thanks.
but he did play "walk away" and i almost cried and it was superb.
and the layer of smoke above the crowd for "burn one down" was a fun sight.
we ended up backstage after the show, but alas,
no black & tan.
i did however make friends with a security guard who just worked the circus,
and we got home at four am. meh.

it's 80's night, all the girls drink for free.

Sat, 02 Aug 2003 07:47:33 GMT

so last week was the jonah show. we got one last murdah group hug, and jonah finally learned how to throw the sign all on his own. we're so proud.

& 80's all night dance party. well, it was supposed to go all night. too bad we passed out early. shelley and i did however do our interpretive choreographed dance to moneen.

i'm still sick. tara is gone. this week needs to end.

& if it comes to murder, don't tell, and we wont ask you how you sleep at night.

Wed, 23 Jul 2003 21:26:18 GMT

the new thrice is so good it makes me want to cry.

that could also be attributed it the fact i'm on SIX seperate medications right now.
i get two more when my prescription is filled.
yeahah, take that bronchitis/allergies/viral infection/congestion/SARS/death.
the posters on my wall were shaking earlier,
so that was kind of cool.

it's kind of funny how easily fucked up i can get on over the counter medicine.
party at my house, bring your own nyquil.

the feeling inside has kept me up all night

Sat, 19 Jul 2003 07:44:13 GMT

i give up.

shelleypants: kacciiiiiiiiiii
shelleypants: and meeee
shelleypants: like onneeeeee
shelleypants: heaaaaa
shelleypants: aaaarttt
shelleypants: beeeaaaaat
<3

please tell me i'm not wanted, please tell me i'm not wanted.

Wed, 16 Jul 2003 23:24:01 GMT

YESTERDAY: shelley & i decided to go to san diego on a whim, went to mission beach, ate carnival-sized ice cream cones and wore ski caps on the boardwalk, took photobooth pictures, pretended to be in middle school, left for mira mesa, hung out in target, helped brand new out in the cd department, tried on hot jewelery, ate at fuddruckers, got sick, walked to the epicenter, passed out on the grass, met danielle, lindsay and becky who went from funny and cool to fourteen and crazy with one water baloon, saw jon from tbm and kenny from moneen, watched randy prance around in diesels, watched senses fail from the window, hardcore danced but no screaming, had a no-pants party and got the first r.s.v.p, met a boy named mike who liked the trio, we became mike from senses fail's sisters, got in just as brand new started, randy and shelley rocking out to soco, cell phone madness, thug style sic transit gloria, early ninties dance party with mike, buddy, sean the roadie, jon & that bastard tour manager, got the story behind "moneen", mahneen, got the box hat, finally talked to buddy & his awesome accent, holding hands with buddy (yeah, so what if shelley did, too..), bite.to.break.skin, getting invited to party with finnnnnch, went to jordan from nfg's house even though he wasn't there, everyone calls him r2!, brand new rocks randy's world, listened to derek play rx bandits on repeat and on guitar, read about serial killers, got enlightened, smoked too many cigarettes, decided to go home, took shell to her first casino (so c-c-c-c-c-controversial) passed out at five, woke up at two thirty.

we do this cause' we care, not for the thrill.

Fri, 11 Jul 2003 16:43:55 GMT

you know it's been a weird night when buddy from senses fail steps to your roger rabbit with hardcore dance moves, and he kicks your ass.

yeah, okay. but who won the golden cat?
(all i can say about last night is...what the fuck.)

& rachel, he's so on your team.

we are, we are the dead.

Mon, 07 Jul 2003 06:19:42 GMT

more fun to be had.

saturday:
drunk with whitney by noon on a comical amount of alcohol
seeing kris roe's penis
watching the used, avenged sevenfold, andrew wk and simple plan from onstage. SIMPLE PLAN.
watching kris roe get in a fist fight & spit blood in some kid's face.
less than jake pit party (with streamers!)
dancing until i fell down onstage for andrew wk. rocked so hard.
bert jumping twenty feet off the rafters.
simple plan talking in french is hot.
the gorge makes me believe in god.
quinn riding on the motorcycle. hooottt.
nichole's pant problem and riding awk.
my boyfriend from dropkick murpheys. oh yeah.
people have porno sex in the parking lot.
thrice owning everything for the second day in a row.

sunday:
bert's "my neck, my back..." breakdown
getting socked in the jaw during poison the well
crowdsurfing during "party hard" and seeing whitney's face
"...and i was like 'aliciaaaaaa!!!'"
staring at the lady from mcdonalds until she gave in for the lunch menu
roze riding andrew wk. oh yeah.
daryl palumbo screwing up my voicemail. "what the fuck?! it didn't do nothin'!"
daryl's final 'tango'
awk signing autographs for HOURS
caitlin making me suffocate from laughing so hard
thrice killing it three times in a row. ahah. ahem. new song!
the three musketeers
"i want to bear eddie brekenridge's children. and i hate kids. so there."
tailgate party. "where you going?! home! me too!!!"

i'm so damn tired. i plan on sleeping for days. call me if you know my cell. i'm doing nothing for the next few days.
<3
i love the oregon crew. you kids are the best.

there's a lot on my mind, so i guess i'll just take it one thing at a time.

Sat, 05 Jul 2003 14:05:33 GMT

so yeah.
being in canada on the 4th of july is pretty lame.

what's not lame:
dancing on stage with andrew wk
getting laughed at by tim armstrong
getting a thumbs up from alicia silverstone for my blood brothers shirt
dukes of hazzard-style rolling on whit's car at the border
the crows that eat cheetoes
hardcore dancing to glassjaw (some guy dropped a hole so i could dance, ahaha.)
front row for thrice
the ataris playing "make it last" (ninth grade, yeah yeah.)
fashion talk with poison the well
the "america II" barbeque after-party with drunken everyone
kris roe staring at me all crazy like
the weakest firework display, ever
avenged sevenfold "california talk"
meeting rachel, cara, nichole & jana (who are insaaaane).

it's far too early. i have the worst sunburn and my whole body aches. but it's time to go to the gorge now for round two. and then round three tomorrow. i'm gonna die. gah.

i got what you need if you need to feel a buzz...

Mon, 30 Jun 2003 23:05:50 GMT

i had some drunken thirty year old man wander into my living room and sit down on the couch with shelley, greg & dave at two thirty am.
he wouldn't get up until one of my neighbors came in and told him morrissey was outside signing autographs. jesus christ.

last night, as told by my new cell phone;

shelley got lots of compliments on her two dollar skirt. it's hot.

me & billy. oh yeaaaah.

artsy shot of run dash sprint from the back of the club. my phone owns.

shelley looking like an angel. hahahah. ahem.

random shot of shelley at the pacman table.

weird accents are hot. especially when you don't have one.

greg says he's gonna quit smoking. i don't believe him.

at jr's house, friday night. i like his mom's lamps.

free mexican food is the best. tara concurs.

the screen saver on my phone. taken from the tv during "we've had enough". sigh.

greg playing. we couldn't help but sing along, despite trying hard not to.

the morning after. ahahaha. jesus christ.

this is the grace only we can bestow.

Sat, 28 Jun 2003 05:25:32 GMT

texas, rhode island, toronto, west virginia.

globe trotting/friend making.

drinking at jr's house, shelley & tara are mocking my livejournal posting abilities. eh.

leaving wednesday for oregon.
andrew wk dancing on the way.
i'm so vaugue. ask my friends.

so cal is where my mind states, but it's not my state of mind.

Wed, 18 Jun 2003 19:38:33 GMT

christ.
that's the second time i've seen eve 6 in a month.
never again.

anyway, jonah madness to follow.

the entire murdah crew in attendance, featuring special guests "dave" and jr's cousin, doc.

points of interest:
orlando looks like a little kid on stage, the guy from eve 6 is on hardcore drugs, dave screaming "take of your pants" to the lead singer, (ahaha,indecent exposure is funny.) acceptance is so effing hot, tara scoring in the pit, jonah saving 'living small' for the parking lot, fist fights every two seconds, (stop it, shelley!!) "my name is jonah, i am happy" in german, the dance, the murdah slut, r2d2 befriends the monkey, seeing jonahfriend again, everyone getting killed in the eve 6 pit (is this a joke?!)

jonah played a two hour long set, so we got to hear pretty much everything we wanted to.14-41, lukewarm, hostage, smile, crush(in) on everyone, mother mary, allyson, & everything else. they filmed the entire thing for the onelinedrawing dvd. afterwards, we all headed out to the parking lot for the traditional after the show-show. this time there were around fifty to sixty kids in a circle and jonah on a bucket. he got through "livin small", but kept getting distracted by the band playing next door. shelley jokingly suggested that he ask them to stop. so he did. and he got everyone to go back into the store that the band, avendesora, was playing at, and he played with them instead. he covered "fake plastic trees" by radiohead, and then taught the band how to play 'titanic' and they did it together, complete with deftones lyrics and all. jonah left and we watched a little bit of the band. they were good and quoted donnie darko in one of their songs. dope.

we walked back outside and jonah was having a question and answer session in the parking lot.
he threw the murdah sign by our request, and we got all the kids in the crowd to do it, too. dope. jr asked him what he was listening to right now, (weakerthans, nada surf, zepplin) i asked him where his favorite place to play was, (chain reaction, obviously.) and some girl asked him to do his ass dance. so he replies "murdah signs and ass dancing" and makes the m with his hand and dances around. and that's so on the dvd. score. the last question was a request for a group hug. all i saw was shelley tackle jonah. i guess best friends do that kind of thing, though.

shelley and i drove home listening to acceptance and interjecting all the names for god we could think of into the song. we didn't get home until four in the morning. jesus. exactly.

(ps: i totally name dropped the girls from portland to the singer of acceptance. he says you guys have good taste. double yeah.)

tonight never ends if we never go inside.

Fri, 13 Jun 2003 09:30:15 GMT

dear matt skiba,

thank you for being you.

love, kaci.

catching the the trio mid-photoshoot in the alleyway, skiba's thanking us?, the glorious devillock is back, steve's freakout, running into erica, everyone going numb, dream setlist: QUEEN OF PAIN, continental, if we never go inside, my friend peter (lora!), goodbye forever, maybe i'll catch fire, hell yes, armageddon, all on black, this could be love, cringe, 100 stories, nose over tail, another innocent girl, private eye, crawl, emma, i lied my face off. they only missed mr. chainsaw. matt giving away his guitar to the kid next to me during the set, derek & matt's brotherly love, the bat wings, hearts made from hands, the pick plea, the carride chorus to "you vandal", steve is so money, the video camera guy in my face, ryan's hand puppets, shelley & my mission, quite possibly the best car ride home, ever.

gah. wow. san diego bound tomorrow.
(i don't deserve this.)

...and my body still aches.

Tue, 10 Jun 2003 06:33:16 GMT

i took that stupid i.q. quiz on tv tonight.
i am above average.
score.

AND I SWEAR TO GOD IF I'M STILL FUCKING SICK FOR ALKALINE TRIO I'M GOING ON A RAMPAGE.
christ, i hate the flu.

1. i once had a crush on you.

2. you are by far one of the most amazing people i've ever met. i really can't imagine what you've seen and what you'll continue to see. i think of you often.

3. we don't really know each other all that well, but i think you're amazing. and i read everything you write. (i wish my world looked so nice in black and white.)

4. i'm really glad life finally spun out of control for you. and i mean that in a good way, and i think you'd know exactly what i meant.

5. sometimes you make me want to stab myself in the face. you should appreciate everything you have rather than bitch and moan about it. seriously.

6. you always sound so fun and content. i wish we could hang out, we'd have a blast. i'm glad you're happy. (thanks for this.)

7. i would be a very unhappy person without you. but i bet you'd never think this was about you.

8. there are too many things to say to you; know this: you are a large part of my sanity and even more so of my heart. oh yeah. sappy like what.

9. you live too far away. end sentence.

10. i wish you would write more than once every six months. i get all giddy when i see your avatar pop up. even it's cute.

11. you seriously need to open your eyes. no one thinks it's cool. we see through it.

12. i miss you. i didn't even really notice it at first, but sometimes it catches up to me. you should come home.

13. i can always relate to you in life. for as all the experiences i've lived through, you always have one similar to help me figure it out.

14. good god i want your hair. and your clothes. i hate you, you're too hot.

15. you are my best friend. i don't think you know that. you should.

16. i love reading your entries, even if they're 3518249375-80 pages long. i'm excited to see what happens to you in the coming year. it should be big. i wish you the best of luck.

17. i miss you so much it makes my head hurt. i miss our insanity.

18. you astound me. your way with words makes me feel very inadequate.

19. i'm sorry you think noone understands you. i think it's extremely untrue. it helps if you take the weight of the world off your shoulders. maybe you keep the right ones out because you don't feel they'd understand you or "get" you. you may just be surprised if you let your guard down.

20. i think maybe there is a reason we run into each other at every end of the earth. i hope things work out with you. you seem like a really sweet girl.

<3

we admit to the truth, we are the best at what we do.

Fri, 06 Jun 2003 09:48:42 GMT

today --

tara & i went gambling with my grandma for her birthday. we suck at bingo.
then we managed to flirt our way out of a ticket from my first experience being pulled over.
i bought a plane ticket to oregon & planned a trip to europe.
after that, we picked up shelley and met everyone for nick's graduation.
joined my drunken best friends in screaming for other people's kids. (they asked us to.)
we somehow randomly ran into johnee from homegrown in the crowd.
(and we got him to yell "palm desert!" for no reason.)
went out to dinner with adam, who i haven't seen in four months.
then went to c-dub's bachelor pad to watch kris seto's super special edition of empire records.

random like what.
i am now mad tired and must go to sleep.
i'd also like to know where the hell i picked up "mad" as an adjective.

did you ever think that you would be this blessed?

Mon, 02 Jun 2003 06:29:31 GMT

there are weeks, like this past, that make you question everything.
nights like last, that make you remember what it's like to feel alive.
and days like today, that make you realize you know nothing at all.

(it's time to go.)

you can't touch my brother, and you won't fuck my friends.

Tue, 27 May 2003 07:21:21 GMT

(if you are not so lucky to be on the magnificent tara's friend's list...)

my chemical romance owns you.
(skiba's next.)

ps: gerard riding "it's a small world" at disneyland is the funniest mental picture ever.
period.

everything is gonna be just awful when we're around.

Tue, 20 May 2003 10:12:20 GMT

i'm deaf in my right ear from the blood brothers show tonight;
johnny whitney is a sassy motherfucker.

i feel a lot better, despite the fact i have anti freeze all over my favorite hoodie, and eyeliner all over my face.

my aunt called yesterday and invited me to come live with her in chi-town for awhile.
wouldn't that be interesting?
(midwest great lakes coast, represent.)

can you think back to when things worked, when dreams were the days you lived?

Sat, 03 May 2003 08:10:00 GMT

there aren't many hours that can go by
without me thinking back to that train ride home.
twenty some odd hours of bliss in transit
& now it pains me to be here.
it's horrible because i wouldn't take it back for anything,
but i've put it in my veins now.
and i'll never be able to get it out.

(just realize that i know how you feel now.)

long island sound is beautiful (and) you don't want to go home

Tue, 29 Apr 2003 06:21:05 GMT

so it goes.

newark. madison. nyc. long branch. asbury park. jenn. matt. katie. lora. stephen. bridget. michigan hardcore boys. jay + silent bob from florida. hardcore dancing lessons at one am. northstar. mae. hidden in plain view. jonah. andrew wk. armor for sleep. the used. coheed + cambria. thrice. my chemical romance. thursday. taking back sunday. finch. the reunion show. gibbler. fata. death by stereo. endor. jamison + parker. static lullaby. senses fail. brand new. reggie + the full effect. ALKALINE TRIO. midtown. folly. catch 22. the early november. the starting line. killing speedy. meeting the patron saint of alcohol and not dying. perfect ass in pinstripe pants. fighting with randy. waves and hearts from jonah. lost and delirious at three am. sex party: room two oh five. faux new zealand accents. mcr's hot trailer. adam's sixty dollar bottle of jack. the giggle. the berkeley. tattoo attempt. almost missing both flights. SARS. mastering the pendullum. drunken joe flipping off everyone. soco amaretto lime. JET BLACK. hand motions. fly fishing with andy. my minnesotian accent. jax0r. i'm as cute as a button? that damn video. free hugs + duct tape. california gets you places. driving some girl's car i'd never met around new jersey. gross water. twelve year old lesbians. matt needs to take off his pants too much. full service gas stations. katie killed me. i'll slit you. skiba surfing in the atlantic. be quiet and drive. east coast boys are the death of me. headfirst into the speaker. front row - fifth show. i'm gonna hug gerard. dan by the van. port oh john sars. i have this friend named ladouche. midwest great lakes coast, represent. lora's andy impression. 'i wouldn't kick him out of bed.' nuclear attack. penn station. ninety-seven. crying kids. scary cops. the hot peacekeeper. i'll windmill your ass, you watch. four hours of sleep in two days. six degrees of surf + skate.

christ, i'm tired.
to everyone who i was with this weekend:
i love you all. more than you know.
<3<3

i breathe in deep before i spread those maps out on my bedroom floor.

Thu, 24 Apr 2003 02:05:34 GMT

so i leave for jersey.
fortune cookie. on-going joke. pipe dream.
i guess not.
three thousand miles, three paychecks, countless hours of freaking out.

it's time for surf and skate, like whoa.

tara & nickrondeau - have fun at prizom. rock the pink and black well, make my vision come to life. hahah. i know you'll make me proud. leave your cell phones on.

shelleyyellow - i'm going to track down the best jersey accent i can (not thinking of anyone in particular...) to give you a ring. i'll be listening to every band and wondering why you're not with me. next year, jersey, for sure. pump our own gas, are you kidding?

evlove - wait for jet black. you shall recieve.

ryan - good god you are wonderful. you've made this trip amazing already and i havent even left. thanks for everything, i hope i can make it as much as you think i can.

krisseto - do your homework so i can copy you when i come home. yeah, get in there. just like bernard. ahahah. simmah down now.

annika & nancy - have a blast at coachella, tell mr. johnson i miss him, and that i'm so sorry we can't see eachother for the second year in a row. oh jack, we'll have our time.

whitney - thank you so much for all of your help. fortunately, i think it may work out. you are the best. i shall call you 75493852 times this weekend.

jenn, jax & lora-bot - i shall see you soon. i hope you're ready for total destruction of the jersey shore. okay, well, i might leave some of it, because it's pretty and all. but you know how i do. sometimes, i can't be stopped.