i just applied to college!

My away message right now:

The White Hut.
Flea Markets.
Sex.
what a good day.

and its so true. Amelia got me up at 9:30 to bring her sadistic lover back to college so she didnt have to drive the entire way back alone. I spotted the flea market dad and I went to a couple years ago after a hockey game in North Haven off of Rt. 15 near Oakdale and we stopped there on the way back. I got a couple pairs of earrings and a necklace. Mia got a brooch practically the size of my fist. It stank because the asian bootleggers that would sell you fake purses for 13 bucks were gone. Then we went to the White hut which is this western mass institution. it has been around since 1939 and has the best burgers in the world. plenty of gourmet cooking mags have said so. After our lunch we got back home and realized what a great day it had been. It was almost ruined by coming back to williston. I spent the last couple hours in the photo lab printing the pictures I took of dad and toning my pics of lizzie. Not a bad day. Not to mention i have been having an AMAAAZING hair day. no idea what happened!

while M. and I were in the photo lab this morning before class he was sitting reading a photo book and eating his ECB (egg cheese and bacon) on a bagel with a lot of ketchup. We were talking and then he turns to a page with a picture of runners before a race and all you can see is here arms in the ready position. He pointed at their arms, looked at me and said "nice arms huh?" in my head i was like ... oooh shit.... i better just get this over with. "yeah, they are, i have a thing with forearms."..."yeah...amelia told me someone told her that I had really nice forearms. I had a feeling it might be you."

After telling him how embarassed I was he got super cute and said "well don't worry - i take it as a compliment... i work really hard on my forearms." which was funny and made me feel better. AHHHHH. i loooooooooooove him and i haaaaaaaaaaaate being such a girl.

ahh... it is already hard for me to post everyday! ooh just saved my thoreau mug from certain death - it was veering dangerously close to the edge of my desk... "Go confidently in the direction of your dreams! Live the life you've imagined." Just not so close to the edge there old fella.

A new used clothing store opened up in Easthampton today. It sucked which sucked in and of itself. Mike liked my finished college essay. How sweet, not really, he said he liked it once and then talked about his muscles for the rest of the time. I told him that it wasn't polite to be so full of himself and then called him a dork. Half the time he makes me want to throw up and the rest of the time i swoon. Unfortunately M. was there - on the computer. totttally embarassing, seeing as i was wearing my theater makeup and sweats. As usual he was too high to notice my existance besides the usual sexy dimple smile and a "hey elllllle" in a sexy droned out voice. ahhhh the perils of luuust.

I'm going to try and write once a day for the next thirty days, if all goes well. There is some sort of prize maybe ;). who knows. as for my life. a big faat ole mess. M is defintitely going to find out that I like him, I told his best friend today. REALLY. his best friend, way to go elle. There are very few people out there dumb enough to tell their crush's best friend who they like.

I got a 92 on my math test. who knew I could be that brilliant. still I didnt get to wear the burger king crown which is reserved for the person with the highest grade in the class. Kelly got that. Kelly, the girl with two hickeys on her neck from her boyfriend who lovingly refers to her as "beef curtain" behind her back. What is the world coming to?

I have gotten four texts from Katina this weekend
1. "I met the hottest guy and we're going on a date tonight"
2. "OMG Elle he's so sexy"
3. "fuck williston guys, college guys are the way to go"
4. "YEAH HE's A SOPHMORE IN COLLEGE!!!"

like this really made my weekend - katina having a ball with some guy on the beach while i sat at home walking my dog, watching Prison Break and taking pictures of my dad for a photo project. What a long weekend.