The rainbow made me do it.

Why is there a man in a white jacket at my front door, politely forcing me to get into the big white van? Cause I'm nuttier than a fruitcake, that's why! He probably saw me get into a fight with that white butterfly on Tuesday. (But seriously, that butterfly shouldn't have been following me around like that.) Or maybe it's because I took a bath in acetone yesterday (but I really wanted to get those fake nails off!) Whatever the reason, they're coming for me, and I promise to go quietly and without incident.

Physically, I'm feeling better (minus the wrinkly skin cause by the acetone). This stupid cold is just about gone, and I can now breathe without hacking up a lung or two. I ripped another contact, so I walked around for a day with one good eyeball. It reminded me of old times, when I did EVERYTHING with one contact in.... school dances, playing badminton (pretty hard with one eye), walking down the runway during my short modeling stint (believe it or not, this was harder than a one eyed badminton tournament). I never tripped, though. Don't even ask me to do a one eyed catwalk now, OR a two eyed catwalk. I'd be on the floor with a broken leg in three seconds. I've turned into such a klutz, even walking is asking too much. Although.... I DID make breakfast for my family on Sunday without burning anything, which is a HUGE deal, if you didnt know. And might I add, it was very good, if I DO say so myself. Maybe I'll do it more often... well, let's not push it. Start small, ya know?

On another note, I went to the mall with my mom today, which is ALWAYS an adventure. I brought her along for my "spring clothes shopping extravaganza", and it was very entertaining. I like bringing my mom with me places, she has a tendency to say things in stores that people shouldn't say out loud, and it's hilarious. Today, for instance, I was picking out clothes to try on, and I'm admiring a shirt thats on one of the "torso" models. She walks right over and says in a pretty loud voice, "Eww, that's just ugly." I laughed so hard I just about cried. Once I got into the fitting room, I opened the door to show her my outfit. She said she liked it, and she wanted to know how much it was. She looked at the price tag and said, "WOW! You can get that for WAY cheaper at Target." It was priceless. In the end, I took about half of the store into the dressing room with me, and came out with 4 nice pieces that fit my outfit criterita:

1. You must fit my awkwardly shaped body.

2. You must be in my price range.

3. You MUST look cute on me.

So all in all, I'm glad I went, and I'm glad my mom came with me. AND, I saved 20% off my final purchase since I shop there a lot.... WAY too much, actually. And, as an added bonus, we saw an AWESOME rainbow on the way home from the mall, and I almost drove off the road while trying to take a picture of it. I almost caused a 15 car pile up on 422, seriously. But it was so pretty..... If the picture actually comes out, I'll put it up so everyone can bask in it's beauty, and NOT cause a 15 car pile up while doing so.

On to my next topic.... of COURSE my vacation plans wouldn't run smoothly. Why would they? I would love to go on a cruise.... but with people dying and ship fires and food poisoning, maybe I'll pass. With MY luck, I'd get drunk and fall overboard. And instead of dying, a police boat would come by and pick me up and I'd get arrested for being drunk in the ocean. It's probably a felony or some crap.

Juggalos, listen. The Gathering is at my house this year. Screw Michigan. Nobody wanted to go there anyway.

Full moon tonight! Watch out for those crazies! I'll be safely tucked away in my little asylum I call home, in my straightjacket.

Sliced Bread.

Why was today, of all days, the hardest of them all?

Was it perhaps the result of a harsh reality setting in? Was it that I had too much time on my hands today to just stand there and think? Maybe it was the ticking of the clock that got to me. Whatever it was, it wasn't pleasant.

I tried counting red cars that drove by to see if red cars outnumbered blue cars. But when you're gazing out the window, your mind tends to wander... well, at least mine does anyway. I've been thinking about the past a lot lately, and not in a "Let's reminisce over good times!" kind of way. I think about how I could have done things differently, and how there's a lot of things I wouldn't have done at all if I could go back. But then, if I HADN'T done these things, I wouldn't be who I am today, now would I? And this gretchen is quite possibly the best gretchen I've ever been. So there's no need to regret anything.... it made me, well, me.

Today, however, I DID find myself thinking about the good times quite a bit. I thought about the places I've been, the people I love, and the places I've been with the people I love.

*Atlantic City on the 4th of July.

*Sitting in Rockstar's backyard looking at the stars.

*Swimming in the Carribbean with my family.

*Sleeping in the car in Toledo.

*My first time at 15 North a year ago and being swept off my feet.

*My 21st birthday.

*Getting lost in Kensington and fearing for my life.

You would think that these happy memories (yes, that last one IS a happy memory) would make me smile, but instead they kinda make me sad. Instead of wanting to go forward, I want to go backwards and do it all again. I want to relive it. I want to see it, feel it, and breathe it. Will I ever have that much fun again? Maybe... I'm sure I will. Time will tell.

While I'm waiting for the dark cloud to pass and for my sunshine to return, there's a few things I'd like to say.

I like Dunkin Donuts breakfast bagels more than Einstein Brothers breakfast bagels.

I love french toast at the HIE. (PLEASE keep that on the menu, James.)

I love Blaze Ya Dead Homey. I mean, Shaggy was good too... but Blaze brings out my innner serial killer.

I love Miller Lite. It's just so damn good! (That sounded like a commercial.... can you picture me holding up a bottle of Miller Lite with a huge drunken smile on my face, saying "It's just so damn good!" They should pay me to be their spokesmodel. They could pay me in beer! On second thought, maybe they shouldn't pay me in beer.... then how would I pay my Visa bill? With a case of Miller Lite? Do you think they'd accept that as a form of payment?)

And last but not least.... I love my new jacuzzi bathtub! I don't think I need to say anything else on that matter. It's simply the best thing since sliced bread. And I DO love me some sliced bread!

Ok, so now I feel a little better. Maybe I'll go jump in the bathtub again, even though I just got out. Maybe I'll take some sliced bread with me, and drink some Miller Lite while listening to Blaze Ya Dead Homey. That would make for a perfect evening.

I'll meet you anytime you want, at our italian restaurant.

This weekend freakin rocked.

It started out with me noticing the moon on Friday night. It looked just like the Cheshire Cat's smile. It was kind of clouded over; it would have made for a nice picture, but seeing as how I left my camera behind almost the entire weekend, I didn't get a shot of it.

I went out to The Pub with the girls on Friday night. I had a blast. We played electronic darts.... could I possibly be addicted to this game? It's just so much fun, regardless of how bad I suck at it. We chilled out with the boys afterwards and I had an excellent time. I ended up leaving their house at around 5 a.m., and I got to watch the sun rise while driving home... it's something I hadn't seen in a while. It put a smile on my face, and all was right with the world.

I slept the day away on Saturday, which was good cause I needed it. When I finally got my ass in gear Saturday night, I wondered what I would do with my evening. As I was pondering this, I got a text message from Jeff, saying that my favorite band was playing at my favorite bar and that he was there. So I hopped in the car and dashed over. I met his new girlfriend, who is a sweetheart, and we just kinda chilled there for a while. It was quite nice.

After a while, I decided to leave. (Keep in mind, this is the same bar from my previous blog, with the guy and the bowling and the wrong car from the valet and THAT whole mess). So, I'm leaving the bar, and I notice a large crowd of people outside in the parking lot. There's a fight taking place, one girl hits another girl, the boyfriends jump in... it turned into a huge scene. Next thing I know, the cops are there and I'M not allowed to leave. I stood next to my car and waved my valet ticket around for a while until someone finally brought me my keys and the cops told me I could go. It was madness.

This brings me to Sunday. Sunday afternoon me and "Mr. Rockstar" went to see Alexa Ray Joel at Immaculata University (Billy Joel's daughter). It was really good! Come to think of it,. I would see her again. I had a good time, even though I got ridiculously sunburnt. (Outside concert + no sunscreen and light skin on sunny day = extremely red body). That was really poor planning on my part.

Afterwards, Rockstar and I went to dinner and like usual, I ate WAY too much. You know, if food wasn't so damn good, I wouldn't eat it so much. But anyway, we had extremely good italian food and our bellies were just plain happy. I really did enjoy myself, and I think Rockstar enjoyed himself, and i would love to do it again sometime soon. It was just an all out good day for me.... I was genuinely happy.

I was sad when the weekend had to end... but I happened to catch a glimpse of the moon before hitting the hay. It was just the way it was when the weekend began, the Cheshire Cat still smiling at me. Call me a silly child, but I thought it was kind of cool. The perfect end to a perfect weekend!

Next weekend I'll bring the camera.... I promise!