3942 Update

So girls, today is officially the end of 3942 Delancey, because our lease is over. I spent much of today throwing out even more unclaimed shit from downstairs. I almost threw out Katie Foster's family photos, but then I relented, and made Bob the guardian of them until I go back to Philly once more. If anyone cared, I got rid of the random alcohol on top of the laundry machine, that desk downstairs, the dresser downstairs, all printers and fans downstairs, and most of the food in the house (everything that may not belong to D. Speigel, and probably half her stuff too, let's be honest). And then I called and double called and triple called the stupid tri-delt bitches that are too lazy to come get there stuff, so hopefully they will. Anything that doesn't belong to Danielle Sp. I threw out, so sorry if it was yours, but I figure it's just left from the girls that lived there before us. So sad... 3942 is empty, and no longer ours... :(

I will always miss the days when Hilary would come over to bake, or Molly, when we'd meet at our house for no reason, just to re-meet at Wawa to re-re-meet at the BYO after we took seperate cabs, and when we'd come home and Bill and Devin and Swan would be, for no apparent reason, smoking the hookah, playing poker, and drinking 40's without any of us there.

I miss you all. I miss the soccer team, I miss Mary's baking in spandex, I miss her lie about how she was ironing in her bra and scalded herself, I miss Bill Chin sitting on our couch for a hundred hours in a row. I miss power hours which I would throw up during, and I miss pictionary. Can we regroup soon and do it all again?

Girls, I love you!

-Lizz

Excerpt of conversation with Mom and I on the way home from Orlando

Mom: Three women have been killed by alligators in the past month, Mary. Three. Women.
Mary: Man, that's weird.
Mom: So be sure to be careful, don't be hanging around by yourself around ponds.
Mary: Since when do I hang around ponds?
Mom: Well, I don't know, Don't go to your usual places. Especially alone. They were grown women.
Mary: Am I a pond-dweller? When am I even around ponds? Where are these usual places?
Mom: I'm just saying. Three Women. Dead. Alligators.
Mary: Mmhmm. OK.

Home is good. And by good I mean I'm at my most lazy. I don't make my bed, my laundry has taken days to do, and I'm watching the worst MTV ever. I'm also not working out and begrudgingly leave the house. My dad is leaving to go to NY this weekend with a new "female friend". Gag me. I almost want to meet the bitch so I can stare her down. I don't want to mention it to Mom, I think it would really make her sad. However less than she would be if I was eaten by an alligator near a pond hangout.

I visited my old school to observe, only to realize the only thing it has in common with an inner-city school is the fact they both have teachers and lunch and kids in them. These kids had matching laptops that you could draw on to learn about frogs in the 7th grade. I almost vomitted in my mouth. God, my school is so sheltered no wonder they all cling to each other the second they go to UF/Santa Fe (feeder community college for UF). And it also explains how they never become independent. Also, 2 more kids married this past month. Hott. Wow. Another Vero Beach reinactment, performed everytime i go home:

Mary: Hey, haven't seen you (family friend, friend, teacher, high school person, church person)for a while.
Person: Oh Mary, you look wonderful, how is it Up North? Can you make it through the winter? Wow, that is tough. So cold. And it lookslike you haven't been getting much sun.
Mary: Oh you get used to it, blah blah
Person: So are you seeing anyone? Anyone special? You know _____ is engaged now, right? How exciting!
Mary: Oh that's nice. Actually no, I'm not. But you know, I'm really proud of what I'm doing. Penn is hard, blah blah.
Person: Oh, you aren't engaged? Hrmm. Well, so and so's son is single and in town, maybe you could meet up? He's just a loser junkie with no future and working in orlando till he runs out of money only to live at home with his parents and sit on the dock and smoke weed till he's 35...Maybe the two of you could meet up? He's awful cute, and you are single. You know, 22 isn't that young.
Mary: I hate all you stand for.

Anyways, it's not always like that...but you know how it is.

Also, a joke anne sent me:

Why do Southern girls not like group sex?

-Too many thank you notes.

The Hits Just Keep on Coming

greetings team! como estas? i know you are all probably significantly less sloppy right now than you were this time a week ago, (what even was a week ago? was that graduation? holy shit.) which is why i think we should all plan a pathetic "drink by yourself party" for later in the week. perhaps we could all drink by ourselves and then go into a personal TS aim chatroom to try to convince each other to go on lonely and drunken adventures (adventures such as....walk to the nearest grocery seller and by deli meat.....or...hunt and kill a deer with your bare hands....or...kidnap a penguin from the zoo... or find something soft outside you want to roll around in...you get the point).

ok. so maybe i will be the only person getting drunk by myself and then giving myself tasks to drunkenly accomplish.... why, you ask? well team, i got an AWESOME email today. [attn puj: that "awesome" was sacastic...there's more sarcasm to come, i thought i'd give you fair warnng] THe email was from someone. maybe someone who works in the college/advising office, maybe just some asshole assigned the task of double checking credits to make sure diplomas go out to people who deserve them. i clearly don't. YES TEAM, THAT'S RIGHT, PENN WANTS TO KEEP ME. why? because the class that my BBB advisor said would count for my pilot curriculum/research req does not, in fact, count for ANYTHING really...and despite the three meetings i had with my college advisor over the course of last year ABOUT making sure all my credits were there...this never came up. UNTIL, of course, a week after graduation. i emailed my fucking bbb advisor (yes, pooj, frickin jennifer heerding, that ho, may need to die) and we're in the process of working this out. awesome, no?

and team, i'm not gonna lie, i am PETRIFIED of living alone. while yes, this will be a good learning experience, i keep on imagining the sun going down and it getting all quiet in my apartment....and it just being me....its kind of freaking me out a lot. especially before the apartment is set up and homey. i am clinging desparately to salah and his family, cause as soon as i'm back in philly without any of you, and without school, and without puppy (whose imagined presence in my future had really kept this fear in check up til now) i really, i mean really, do not no what i'm going to do with myself. i know i'll figure it out eventually, and it'll all be great....but i'm preparing myself for a very very rough couple weeks until i adjust and pick up a hobby...or a drug habit...whichever. it'll be some wierd david thoreau/hunter s. thompson adventure. maybe i'll write a book.

WHY DID YOU ALL HAVE TO GO AWAY?! boo i miss you guys.

in happier news, lebanese food is GREAT. like, really.

i love you all.

xoxo

~dl

hi

Bah. NYC can suck my ass. Sorry Molly, Mary, and Klepto. It is a nice place, but I am bored already and work doesn't start until next Monday/Tuesday because Monday is Memorial Day.
Today, I am going to the mall (yes, mall) to get my father some birthday presents. Why go to the mall when you live in Manhattan? I guess just because it's easier to hit a place where there are nine million stores in one, instead of having to know in advance where you want to buy a present. If all else fails though, I have tomorrow to go shopping (maybe...)
I miss you all. Maybe we can all get together soon? I know it's been like five minutes, but still...
Not sure where I'll be next year. Hopefully in Philly. Maybe even in DC, Hilary. I'm keeping my options open. But not NYC. Sorry guys, but it's just too much for me. I like a city that's calmer...
Alright, anyway. Enough procrastinating from getting dressed, finding an ATM and then getting a bagel. Can you believe I'm so lazy that that's something I can't even do without procrastinating?? Hard to believe I ever wrote a paper or took an exam in my life, because my life now consists of sitting around watching Top Chef (I know how bad it is...), then going to the movies, which is basically watching tv, but not in your own home.
I miss you.
Anyway, so I'll be around on Wednesday, if anyone else is. And I'm coming back up Thursday. I just have to go fight with the librarians, and check to make sure 3942 is all set for the Theta bitches to move in with their coke dealers and their std's. So call me, if you're there.
Also... Does anyone know if we can make this blog e-mail us if there's a post?

i miss you

I miss you guys. I just spent the past 3 hours dancing in delancey with bill, who i think is now passed out on the couch, poor kid, i don't know how he got that drunk. I"m probabbly to blame. How will I ever teach if i like being drunk this much????

Drunk now. Misss you all. LIstening to one of many new CD's. Am VERY VERY excited for our collective futures!!! Am on call permanently for any sloppy questions, now and forever.


Sleep. Sobriety tomorrow. Actually not. Talk about finding hard drugs...will catch up .

-M

End of an Era

I can't believe we are graduating today. I am so proud of all you lovely ladies and your accomplishments over the years - leading clubs, earning awards, writing theses, interning, getting into grad schools, and most importanting making life-long friends!

I will miss bumping into you girls on the walk and getting calls at 2am to meet up at Smokes! But I know we have so much fun ahead of us and I can't wait to see where this world takes us. I hope to be there to share in the excitement of with each of you!

Thank you girls for making my college career!

Love - Molly