let's recap, now.

oh my. i know i will forget a lot of what has happened since my last update. my weeks have been so busy that i find no energy to post. i work eight long hours in a non-air conditioned building. come home. rarely go out on week days. and spend my weekends catching myself up on my social life.

the 4th of july went over well. all blark members (minus gremlin) gathered at dan and amy's house. we all sat around on their porch posting fake craig's list ads, voting for the wannabe hasbeens, and drinking a lot of beers, jag, and applesauce shots while murphy tried to kill us with bottle rockets. dan and murph had gone earlier in the day to get massive amounts of fireworks. i, however, never saw them. this was because half of us decided to head to the sand creek fireworks, while the other half decided to go to jim and mel stone's house to shoot off fireworks and swim in their amazingly heated pool. i was in the group to sand creek. we must have walked five miles in all, and got lost in the woods a few times in account to melissa's sense of direction. haha. while we were walking to the carnival/fireworks, some girl came up to me and started walking with us. we chatted. she needed to use my phone to find her friends. i never let anyone use my phone, but i let her use it. she walked off with it. long story short, she had told me her name before she took my phone and i looked her up on myspace in the morning (after buying a cheap replacement) and found alllll of her info there. called the police. they called her. we are working it out. i think she was just too drunk and careless. she feels bad about it, and plans to pay me back. oh well. shit happens. the people i was with were calling my phone all night and leaving threatening texts. lydia was even carrying around a stake. mo was pondering the morality of punching a girl in this sort of situation. none happened, obviously. we went to the carnival. they all bought me beers and tickets. we went on the scrambler, which i swear moved at the speed of light. went in the funhouse. won some hannah montana posters (love it) and i promptly threw up on a tree behind a booth. great. lydia's parents picked us up (thank god) and drove all of us to our cars where we met up with everyone at jim and mel's. swam in underwear. cannonballed, etc... by this time some drama had started. i was crabby. and the night ended swiftly. about time.

i am ugly.

within the past few weeks i hung out with jp a few times while he was home. all of them were more stellar than usual, and we watched several woody allen movies (as my knowledge is limited, but my interest is high), ate a lot of luce pizza, had many a good chats about politics and religion, and just hung in there.

i went to several shows. a wannabe show (where they won the basilica block party spot). the this world fair/ the spirit of '76/ barcelona/ wannabe hasbeen show at the fineline (loovvee barcelona t h i s much more now). almost made it to a oh crap mo is back acoustic show.

this weekend us girls made it to the basilica block party. the wannabe boys won an opening spot for friday, and graciously got many of us guest passes and list spots. AMAZING. a free $35 ticket? yes, please! we even got sweet little badges. i love those. looking all important. we met up with cherise and brittany right away and headed over to augustana's set, whereupon we found out murphy could get us on stage. i love our lives. murphy worked his magic and we found ourselves staring out onto thousands of people (it felt like). i had texted jared (the bassist) all day about possible hangs, but it ended up that his gf's parents lived in town and was hanging with them. it was good to be able to be on stage for our friends' set with mike minehart in the pit taking pictures of us. i love my group of friends. we end up having the craziest adventures and stories in life. the weather, however, was turning insane. the cold front was literally visible in the sky, and all we could see behind it was lightening. the day had been so extremely humid, so i welcomed it. the set ended a few songs short, and the dj's prompted the crowd to get underneath the overpasses. we though "fuck that" and us girls ran into the parking garage with mike. thousands of people were stuck in the bottom levels of this garage while the temperature dropped twenty degrees and tents began to blow over. the guards locked us in for about an hour, and i felt like i was on the bottom decks of the titanic. the storm raged, we ran into sharon and molly, but eventually we exited and found our way backstage to our wannabe hasbeens boys' tent. we drank some jag with cities 97 djs, texted each other awful things, and listened to ziggy marley take the stage beside us. eventually the night came to a close, after being recognized by some guy because of our being on stage. weird.

this is very jumbled. sorry.

i also went shopping with lyds yesterday in uptown. oh how i love uptown. good style (for the most part), urban outfitters, and many coffee places. good hangs on a nice day.

i spoke to brian last night, and he gave me some of the best advice i have heard in years. it is so strange how someone can word something so perfectly to make you understand and see. i already knew what he was telling me, but the way he put it made so much sense. i told heather about it today, and she totally feels enlightened as i do. we are putting this advice to action. i hesitate to post it here, as it may be too private for a public audience, but if you ever come to me needing similar advice i will spring it on you, and you will be marveled!