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Yesterday afternoon, I had a dream that I was shopping for a new notebook to write thoughts and tidbits in. (Yes, really wild dreams, huh?) I wanted a tiny little book to fit in my purse. I found the one I wanted, but instead of sheets of paper, it had blocks of wood glued into it. Not what I wanted at all.
Later when I was thinking about the dream, I realized... "WRITERS BLOCK." How stupid!

It was a nice enough weekend. I really enjoyed Friday. I took the day off, and Abby and I came down and ran errands with Josh. We had an amazing triumphant moment when we fit the pool and all of the other goodies into the car, with room for Abby and I to not sit on top of each other.
I planned on making mimosas the next morning, but decided to get Fanta instead of OJ. It went well with Andre, resulting in a tasty drink that Abby and I like to call a "Faux-mosa".
At night we relaxed in the pool.
Saturday was fun. I enjoyed splashing around in the pool as people arrived. I enjoyed jumping in the ramen pool. It has been a dream of mine for a few years to sit in a tub full of noodles.
Unfortunately, by the evening, I was so drunken that I don't really remember much. I spent Sunday being anxious about how I might have spent my time. As it all turns out, everything was okay and I didn't humiliate myself too much.
I vaguely remember meeting Myriam..
Lenora purchased this awesome pinata which I was too weak/drunk to smash, but Angie P was in attendance so of course she took it down in one swoop.
I made up some song with Cam called "Sexual Unicorn.".. I dont know man..
Last night I was informed that I did a striptease out of the blue dress I had put on over my bathing suit(to make a trip to the liquor store, I think). I bet I was trying to be all slow and saucy, but my informant interpreted it as me trying to prove how fast I could shake my dress off.
My awesome bathing suit is stained with Sparks and fruit punch. I tried to OxyClean it. That was someone's suggestion in another drunken conversation. No luck. I guess I'll dye it black. Pity.
Someone stole my flip flops... not at the party, but the morning after! I went to the dirtfarm and saw them in the back yard, and took a nap. When I woke up they were gone. I suspect one of those girls who was talking to Ben. Bicches!
Amazingly, I wasn't hungover on Sunday. I slept a lot, and then went creek-wading with Abby and my parent's dog. It was relaxing and hilarious, as clumsy dog fell off of a rock into the water.
On my parents' cable TV, I saw E! True Hollywood story on Paris Hilton. It was a definite bum-out, but I am going to hold strong. I can't turn back now.
My grandmother gave me a card with a note that said "I think of you often, especially during blackberry season." A lot of my friends know what I appreciate that comment. I've told a lot of you about our pies.
I just found this card in my bag, along with a Paris Hilton perfume ad, and Ben's "Depression for Pirates." I don't think I meant to steal that from Ben... I will give it back.
Jeremy made me this awesome card shown below. I don't think it needs further elaboration:

a week from saturday, i turn 25.
up until i turned 24, i felt really accomplished in my life. i graduated college where i was bored but excelled. i was studying for the gre and planning to attend a phd program in history in the fall of 05. i had a job at a museum and had my research and writing published in exhibits and in a one-day-to-be-published book. i organized shows in my basement in philadelphia, the proceeds from which often benefitted really positive causes like paying for self defense courses for women who otherwise could not afford them. up until age 24 riding my bike was a revolution, and i really lived what i believed.

in year 24, i spent a lot of time on the internet, drinking beer and being crazy. while i am kind of down on myself about it in some ways, i also think about all the time i spent during those 21st, 22nd and 23rd years busting my ass to get so much done to benefit other people. but the real benefit was to myself. in my head, i was taking a year off to collect myself and "enjoy" myself. i thought that going out drinking and dancing and throwing parties was enjoying myself. and in moderation, it is.

i went through this once before. it's disappointing that i didn't see this coming, even. but i guess i do it because i need it, and then snap back out of it and into a more empathetic section of my brain. i am back in there again, and i am ready to make things happen again. i am looking to hopefully get a show on radio cpr, i am organizing a bike race - and if it goes well i will be organizing more to raise money for radio cpr - and i made a valiant return to a life of veganism.

the moral of the story is: i am happier when i feel like i am doing something with my life that positively affects other people. when i am not, i am only behaving in a way that NEGATIVELY affects me. it makes so much sense on paper but in reality it's a lot harder to strike the balance between dfferent types of fun.

but of course i couldn't have a birthday without a BIRTHDAY PARTY!!!
but this year there is also a BIKE SCAVENGER HUNT!!!
on the evening of july 23rd, all you folk with bikes* should meet up at malcolm x park at approximately 7pm. there you will team up with a buddy and collect various items and dc information for the next couple of hours and then cross the finish line at MY HOUSE FOR A MULTIKEG JAMMY JAM! you know where i live. if not send an email to my head.

* folks without bikes - there are other ways to participate and you can email me to find out. or just show up to the party at my house at party time and bring some booze.

p.s. since it's my birthday you all should buy me presents

I just love the word "Squall". Every time I hear it I get all excited. Squall, squall, squall, squall, squall. YAYYYY!!!