someone tell me what happened this weekend.

Well, thats it folks. School is out forever. I finished my last final Thursday night, and that is when the weekend got fuzzy.

Jake picked me up from my last final Thursday night, we went to the Meck and had a few beers, then we went to tonys where almost immediately we were seperated, which ain't good. I was there until about 2:30 in the morning and realized I didn't know anyone there except for the people I had just met, which means I had to call Lilli at 2:30 am to pick me up, I am still sorry about that Lilli I feel like a huge bitch, but it meant a lot to me. I had a great time and was happy to celebrate no more finals! I got up at like 8:30 and was realllllly sick, i somehow packed up my car and took down approximately 7 bags of trash. Left Shepherdstown, but first had to stop by jakes hoping that he was both there and coherent enough to hear me banging down his door. He was, and i had to get my bookbag, thanks for being awake jake, or at least waking up when i needed you to :-)

Friday afternoon was a smooth drive til i hit route 7 where i had the worst road rage ever, and i got to my grandmas house pretty quickly i got to see my family that is in from Australia which is totally awesome since the last time i saw them i was a senior in high school. I hung out with them for a little, then had to go home to get ready for my brothers rehersal for his wedding. I did it all in a timely fashion, then went to the rehersal, and the dinner was afterwards at our house. I held off drinking until about 7:30, and everyone else had started as soon as we got back at like 5:30. This dinner quickly turned into an awesome party. Beer pong on the front porch, Biggie Smalls concert out of the DEWALT radio, grandma dancing to the Biggie concert, the cops showed up, and the night ended with sexy kates (shots of tequila) in the living room.

Saturday morning started with my brother waking me up at approximately 8:45 in his bathing suit telling me were going to breakfast then swimming. We made it breakfast where my sister informed me that she threw up the night before, we ate i went home and laid in bed til someone made me get up showered and got ready for the wedding. I had to say a bible verse at the wedding and almost threw up because i was so nervous. We made it through the ceremony and then the reception, where I remember my entire night until the reception ended, leaving me in a very awkward fog of the bar. Wher i know i had at least 1 blue motorcycle 1 rum a coke 1 cherry lifesaver shooter 1 pineapple upside down shooter and 1 soco and lime. that was after the 3 hours of dirty shirleys shot of vodka, and ending the night double fisting coronas. The reception ended at 10 pm. The bar closed at 12 i believe, and i didn't go to sleep until 4 there is a BIG area i don't remember. I can try and give better details in person. Needless to say i woke up with cold sweats to kate puking off the side of the bed into a trashcan and my friend ryan who wasn't even at the wedding on the other side of me. I had no voice, and i am still in voice recovery. So in short, i am on an alcohol break for at least a week, I didnt drink sunday monday or today so i am doing well.

how was your all's weekend/last day of classes?


random song quote: "Hormones racin at the speed of light, but that don't mean its gotta be tonight" -- "Genie in a Bottle" Christina Aguilera

shit happens.

the title of this blog has nothing to do with the reason i am writing this..or does it, who knows. all i know is that life is approaching me super fast. jobs are hard to come by and i don't want to leave shepherdstown. is there any way i can stay here forever secretly posed as a student who doesn't have to pay to live here and can i have meal plan...and have fun all the time?? anyone know how to make that become a reality?

Anyways, i haven't written in a while and as i was about to start writing i looked on my floor and saw a pair of pants that are covered in mud (i faceplanted in the mud outside birch on tuesday night) which reminded me that oh shit i need to laundry and i have no detergent which then reminded me that we were down to like 10 squares of toilet paper and i decided to go the store real quick for those items. lucky for me this was so lucky i walked in and the big display thingy on the end of the aisle with the laundry detergent had a BIG sign saying Gain $4.99 and Angel Soft $4.99 i was like JACKPOT! so now i just have to sit and patiently wait for a washer.

in other news, why is the end of the semester such a bitch? i have never had so many papers and projects due all in the same week, seriously you should see my calendar right now...it is pretty intense. Media Studies, Substance Abuse, Late Adulthood Issues (twice), Housing, and Humor all those classes have papers and one of them has a power point all due within 1 week of each other 3 are due in 3 consecutive days. sweet life is awesome..but it is sort of bittersweet because i remember i only have to put up with teachers and tests for 3 more weeks and then i have face the cruel real world where the bosses are meaner then the teacher who so polietly gives you an extension on your paper because you have 1080432 due the same week.

I feel like i am preachin to the choir though everyone has a lot to do i am just venting. sorry. awesome things have been happening too like i skipped boot camp today becuase i dont want to go (ever again). i don't have my night class tonight..shep fest is this weekend..i've been drinking a lot which is cool lol. i better get it in now since after summer i wont be considered a student (yes i'm giving myself the whole summer to continue living like a college student) finals are in three weeks which means summer..and brad is getting married in three weeks and my sister is getting married in june stuff is going to be fun. so now that i just complained to everyone who read this and thanks for listening, i bid you goodnight.......lets get drunk.


random song quote: "Rolled in late about an hour, no cup of coffee no shower, walk of shame with two different shoes on.."-- "it happens" sugarland

Girl, you're weird.

So, i am taking a psychology of substance abuse class this semester. it is really interesting and all that jazz. but there is this girl in that class who is weird to say the least. she always has opinions to share and they are always so bizarre and last night i noticed that i wasn't the only one who thought she is dumb i noticed people looking around and making faces.

A couple classes ago we were talking about legit alcoholics. don't worry guys most of us are only in stage 3 out of 6 so we are good. anyways these alcoholics obviously think that they need alcohol to function, so like as soon as they wake up and they have a hangover they will start drinking immediately to get rid of said hangover and continue to drink all day...that is what an alcoholic is incase you didn't know oh and they can act sober too because they are functioning alcoholics..anyways. girl in my class raises her hand and says something along the lines of.."i don't know how someone can drink again after they have a hangover" now at first i saw nothing wrong with this statement, because hello...i have had some bad hangovers and the last thing i want that day is an alcoholic drink..usually i will wait a day or 2 depending on how bad the hangover is. but this is not what she meant, what she meant was that one time she had a really bad hangover and she didn't drink for an entire year afterwards...so she doesn't know how anyone can drink for at least a year after experiencing, umm a headache? and maybe vomited? i was confused. i thought most people put it behind them and if they had a really bad experience with one type of alcohol they just don't drink that kind anymore. anyway i let it slide because that is just a strange thing to say. and she said she rarely drinks anymore. whatevs...next weird thing.....

Last night, we were talking about sex addicts..very interesting stuff. so my teacher then was talking about statch rape and regular rape..and how if you are drunk and a sober person has sex with you that is technically rape becuase alcohol fucks with your brain and blah blah blah you can't make good decisions. but if both people are drunk and consent to sex it isn't rape because its like you just raped each other and sort of cancels out and you just live with your bad choice and hope the person wasn't gross. anywaysssss weird girl asks the weirdest question..and i noticed the girls around me looking at each other as to say really????

she goes well what if i am drunk and my boyfriend and i have sex..but before i got drunk i said it would be okay that if i was drunk that night we could have sex and i even wrote it on paper and signed it.

ARE YOU SERIOUS???? number 1. i thought your bad hangover has prevented you from getting drunk. 2. is your boyfriend not trustworthy or something, and 3. i am pretty sure it doesn't matter if you are drunk or not if you having sex with your boyfriend i think its consentual. and why would you sue your boyfriend for rapeing you? why on earth would you have to write on a piece of paper before you got drunk that it is okay if later after i've had a few drinks and say i want to have sex and you have sex with me. i will not sue you because i am saying it is okay now. signed weird girl.

the teacher was like umm..with your boyfriend its usually okay...and the girl was like cause he was wondering if its illegal to have sex with me if i had been drinking. and the teacher was like umm he sounds very concientious.

those are my only two stories about her. but seriously she is weird.
and i am bringing back random song quote..

"someday somebody's going make you wanna turn around and say goodbye.."- Wilson Phillips "hold on"

I am 60% Irish...

...and 40% pennsylvanian according to my daddy. so that is reason enough to have a complete shit show on st.pattys day.

It started off like a normal day i went about my business of the day slowly thinking about the night that was upon me. I drove out to fairfax to celebrate with kate and sarah. kate was working so she met us later. sarah and i went out earlish we got to the first bar (buffalo wing university) at a little bit before 8:30 as we were walking in a man was standing in the door way letting everyone know that he has already had 12 irish car bombs and that in fact he is irish so he has a reason for drinking that many. we later saw him taking about 4 more and by the time we left he had spilled a shit load of drinks and had a roll of paper towels cleaning up.

however they had really good prices here, such as 1$ killians and 1$ rail drinks and these things they were calling leprechaun bombs for 2$. sarah and i went up to the bar and ordered a vodka cranberry and one of these so called leprechaun bombs. they were supposed to be flavored she ordered sour apple and i got peach. when they arrived we cheers to st.patrick and then downed those suckers. our faces probably looked like we were in pain the entire time we were chugging them because they literally tasted like someone peed in a cup mixed it with red bull and added a little bit of liquor. there was no flavor either, and we tried to cover up the fact that they tasted so bad by drinking our vodka cranberry super fast, but it just tainted the taste of those too. so we drank 2 drinks in less than 10 minutes because we had to get some more before 9. we each got a killians and another vodka cranberry and went and sat down and talked to some people and what not. then we switched to bud light. we drank 2 called a cab and were going to go meet kate at the blue iguana, we ordered one more beer to drink before the taxi got here, when it did, we went outside just in time to see it pulling away with 4 people who were not sarah and i, luckily this girls ride showed up right around then and he took us to our next destination.

upon getting there sarah and i got blueberry vodka mixed with sprite, it was pretty good, they were having karaokee and we were gettin hammered. i don't remember what else we had before kate got there, where we proceeded to get dirty shirlys (which are awesome) sex on teh beach shooters, vodka cranberrys, tequila sunrises, and kate took a shot of glodshlagger and some dirty bong waters, annnnd some sort of layered shot called sex with an alligator...no one knows wtf it is. at some point in this array of drinks sarah vomited all over the bathroom stall and her jeans. and shortly after she face planted out of a bar stool and onto the ground..and spilt her drink everywhere. i eventually called us a cab and we made the trip home.

once in the cab, kate and sarah told our driver to go to mcdonalds. his name was steve and he was awesome. he obliged and drove us to a 24 hour drive through. we bought him a milkshake and 2 apple pies. i got a quarter pounder and kate and sarah got nugs. sarah was raging and yelling at kate almost teh whole way home and threw a nugget covered in ranch at her face and then kate wiped all the ranch on sarahs shirt. it was quite a fight and i kept telling them to shut it cause steve didn't wanna hear them fighting. he played us some country music that in our drunken stuper we had forgotten all the words to the songs we would know in a sober mind. steve got us home safely and we tipped him fucking 45 dollars for a 30 dollar cab ride. i gave him 20 sarah gave him 40 and kate gave him 15. lucky son of a bitch. once inside sarah was still pissed at kate and was sceaming and calling her a cunt. then everyone passed out.

in the morning we told sarah she is never allowed to drink again and we ate noodles and co. for lunch.

i love st.pattys day.

Robert the Doll

If any of you know me, and i know you do, you know i love and hate to be scared. i love to hear scary stories i like to see scary things i love to watch scary movies and it all usually fucks me over by the time its time to go to sleep and will screw my sleep cycle up pretty badly, a good example of this is after i saw the exorcism of emily rose, i literally had to stay up until three am every single day because that is when the bad things happened in the movie and if they were going to happen i wanted to be awake for them not be awaken by them. but dispite all that, i still love being scared.

With that being said, today i went to visit my sister today to get my bridesmaid dress (it was at her house) and we got on the topic of the show 'a haunting' on discovery channel and i was telling her about a few of the really scary ones. She then brought up this doll his name is robert, or Robert the Doll as he is widely known around the world, she thought i should have already heard about him, but she was wrong i did not. She told me a little bit about him and so as soon as i got home, i googled him

This is a picture of Robert the Doll. He is a three foot tall doll and holds a lion was hand made and is dressed in a sailor suit. He looks so scary just off hand. So the story goes something along the lines of this family the Ottos lived in Key West Florida and they had this really pretty really big house, so they had a lot of servants and such living there. there was one particular woman who was in charge of their son, robert eugene otto, they called him gene. Apparently this woman and Mrs. Otto got into a tiff and mrs.otto fired this woman. she was from jamaica and was into voodoo, which is also scary. She made this 3 foot tall doll for gene, which was named after him thats how we got robert the doll. before jamaica gave this doll to gene she supposedly put a curse on it, because duh she was mad at mrs otto for firing her ass. I don't think jamaica could have made robert more terrifying looking. Anyways, Robert had like a mind of his own and was often times heard giggling and talking to gene, but gene was totes obcessed with robert and literally brought him everywhere, he brought him to town he had a place at the dinner table, he waiting on the toilet til gene was done taking a bath and he was always tucked in right next to gene when he went to sleep.

It is said that in teh beginning they never knew it was robert and everything that was happening, such as shit being ripped up toys being broken silverware being thrown everywhere, it was all being blamed on poor gene and he always tried to tell everyone it was robert, but no one believed him. and sometimes when servants or mrs otto heard the conversations happening in the bedroom she would barge in and usually gene would be like cowering in a corner and robert would be sitting in a chair or the bed glaring down at gene. Mrs otto got tired of this and put robert in the attic, he stayed there for a while but was unhappy in the attic and in genes older life he stayed living in that house and was still slightly obcessed with robert. He took him out of the attic and put him in another room so he could have a view of the street. Passerbys said they have seen robert moving around in there, or could hear him laughing. it terrifys children who walk past. Once gene got married his wife immediately hated robert and wanted to get rid of him, so again he was placed in the attic and once gene died his wife left the house and robert was left in the attic.

He remained there for a long while, until a new family moved in, and they discovered robert, he was evil and one night they woke up and robert was standing at the foot of their bed with a knife, that was enough for them and they left. Robert however lived on. He is in a museum in Key West and you can go see him,and every october they put him in a glass box in the original house he lived in, so you can go there to see him and they recommend if you do to introduce yourself, one lady that didn't said that when she came home robert followed her because she would often see the face of a doll in her window and her lights in her bedroom wouldn't work.

My sister has been to the exhibit in the museum, she said that there are letters sent in by people who had terrible things happen to them after they met robert, it could be coincidence, but it is still creepy. but the scariest thing she told me was that the last time they were there, her and nick were buying a cup from the gift shop and the woman who ran it asked them if they wanted to see some pictures that people had taken of robert during their visit in december. They sent them to them in a plain envelope with no return address and my sister was looking at them and they were just pictures of robert, but in the background of them was the fucking grim reaper. the people sent all the pictures and the negitives to them because they were so scared and they didn't want them in their house. HOW FUCKING SCARY IS THAT???

anyways, that is it...oh and apparently you can buy robert if you want. he is probably pretty pricey, and he might kill you and your family. but you can own him. does anyone wanna go to key west to check out this little gem?

My car is awesome! (not)

So, my car really is awesome, its a convertible, its a stick shift and its so awesome. it kind of looks like the batmobile. i feel like a badass when i drive it. its pretty awesome. HOWEVER, every few months it breaks. i swear my parents have put as much money into fixing the damn thing as how much they paid for it to begin with. with that being said i will give a brief synopsis as to what has gone wrong with my lovely little car.

When i first got it, it was awesome nothing ever broke on it. then i got to school and it sat at my house for the whole summer cause i didn't take it with me, and when i brought it with me my sophomore year and the power steering went out in it. that was so awesome, it happened in a parking lot of a gas station with my friend bridget and i let some guy drive it to figure out what was wrong with it, why am i so dumb? he said he didn't know. DUH! so i took it to the shop and they fixed it. it cost a lot but my parents paid for it. after that got fixed it was good for a while, til i had to get it inspected over the summer, and it failed and i don't even remember what all was wrong with it, but it cost 1000 dollars to fix and when i went to go pick it up the place had put 50 miles on it and drained my gas tank. awesome. after that it was good again for a while, then someone slashed the tire at school, that wasn't the cars fault but i still had to get a new tire, then it had all the little problems cars have, and then this year it was making super weird noises whenever i drove and turned it and everyone had a different idea of what it was, so again i brought it in. They said a hose was leaking and fixed it. They also mentioned that the breaks were going to need to be fixed. my mom said i could get them done when i got home cause our friend can do it, so i got them fixed when i got home. k so all that happened, and today on my way home, i was on my way to get the state inspection because well it was expired, and low and behold..."ms.sisson, there was a problem with your car.." the back breaks need to be replaced before it can pass the state inspection.

so now that i got that off my chest i am going to go lay down in my bed til they call me and say its fixed. and do you realize that everytime i have had to get this car fixed they always say thats the last time you'll need to get this looked at for a while. LIARS all of them.

Pan Tran Fail

This semester, i have not been riding the pan tran like ever. with that being said of the 4 times i have rode all semester, 1 has been a big fail and 1 has been a complete "are you shitting me pan tan driver?" moment.

The first one came about on Tuesday night, i was leaving class mindin my business and decided i should call my mommy. she absolutely hates it when i am walking anywhere at night. even though i assure her everytime that shepherd is a safe campus her only response is "i dont trust anyone" so i thought i would make her happy and jump on the pan tran so i wasn't walking back alone in the dark. I literally said oh there is the pan tran hold on i need to run to catch it...and i did i ran from the corner of the 4 way to the pan tran stop infront of the student center, very quickly and got on. the pan tran driver saw me doing this and then i continued my conversation with my mommy. We are going through all the stops, and we get to west woods, where mostly everyone except for me and one old guy dont. the driver asks where we need to go and i said "hold on mom, APARTMENTS PLEASE!" and he said okay! so were driving and i continue my convo with my mom, when i start paying attention we are passing shaw and thacher, the opposite direction of the apartments and i didn't say anything to him but i was like uhh where is he taking me and my mom was like stay on the phone with me just in case lol. eventually we ended up back at gardiner, on the other side of campus, 20 feet from where we started. and i said hold on mom let me ask what just happened. our conversation:

me: "umm why are we back on this side of campus?"
him: "because i cannot leave here until 9."

(that is a lie, you are not supposed to leave the OTHER side of campus until 9, this side you leave at 8:45. i know the fucking schedule)

him: "i asked where you needed to go and you didn't say anything."
me: "umm i said i needed the apartments."
him: "well i didn't hear you."

(even if he in fact did not hear me, even though he responded, there are still TWO more stops on the route, the art center and the apartments, and you are supposed to be at the apartments right now. dumbfuck.)

him: "i can drive you there now if you want."
me: "NO. THANK YOU I WILL WALK."

i told my mom that is why i always walk because the night time pan tran driver is an idiot. his shinnanigans caused me an extra 10 minutes, for a fucking ride around campus, hey dummy, didn't ya see me running to the pan tran, why on god's green earth would i get on for a ride around campus back to my starting point????

second instance. Allie and i were going to dinner last night. again fuck the night time pan tran driver. he sucks. so were going to dinner, i have class at 7:20 and i say well lets go around 6:15 allie suggests leaving at 6 so we can take the bus and not be cold i comply. we get on there are a few other people on as well, we pass west woods and there in front of us next to the butcher center is a big bus for like the basketball team to travel on. the fucking pan tran driver STOPS the pan tran in the middle of the parking lot. opens the door, gets out doesn't say one word to any of us and proceeds to walk over to the big bus and have a conversation with the driver. ARE YOU FUCKING SHITTING ME PAN TRAN DRIVER?!?! granted i am only going to get food, but there are some people on this thing that have class. you have one job. to drive back and forth in a timely fashion. you are not supposed to stop to talk to your other bus driver friends, you do that during your break. and he didn't say sorry or anything to us when he got back on. he simply just turned on the bus shut the door and drove forward. then he didn't come at 6:45 to pick allie up, becuase he aparently takes a break at 6, but that is untrue considering he drove us over there at 6.

Moral of the story, i will not be riding the pan tran probably ever again. unless someone makes me. but i will be mad that i am on it the entire time.

random song quote: "keep up home girl don't ya quit you know the way you scream is the ultimate." - LFO "every other time"