sitting in an english garden waiting for the sun....if the sun don't come you get a tan from standing in the english rain....

today is a day of a dead tradition.

and i know you're sitting there thinking to yourself "what the fuck are you talking about? dead tradition?"...but, if you know anything about the epic day that is april 10th, then you know that there was a definite tradition...starting in 2000 and ending in 2004. it lived long, it prospered, and then like all good things that require proximity and a shitload of naked boy pics....it died.

but i'm getting ahead of myself.

in september of 2000, i made the long long journey from cleveland, ohio to the lovely southern california...and, c'mon..when you just spent the last two years of your life in milwaukee, wisconsin and an entire summer in cleveland, ohio.....california is like a fuckin dream come true.

in theory.

in actuality, nothing in my life proved more that i was meant for the easternly coast of the usa..but either way, i moved to california...stopped off at the mighty harrowdale, dropped off my shit, made half of room 106 mine, and commenced my dorm experience like all good little goth girls do: scaring the shit out of people.

no! seriously, the entire floor of second floor guys was fairly scared of me (until about winter quarter...then they realized i was totally harmless...figures). magenta hair, and black clothing aside...it seems that blunt girls aren't common in cali. so i went form floor to floor meeting people and getting the distinct feeling that i was a little bit too upfront for my own good, until i happened upon room 306.

itty bitty obnoxious hawaiian girl aside, 306 belonged to a girl who was a lot of cali, and yet? a lot like me: loud, blunt, to the point, and nothing was too taboo to talk about...

we went to cornerstone for lunch the first day of orientation, and have been talking ever since....in fact, she's the only person i went to college with that i willingly keep in contact with.

she was a breath of fresh air amid bleach blondes bimbo's, surfer dude's, and a vast sea of asians...and continues to be a warm summer breeze on even my coldest of days.

and today is her birthday! which, up until two years ago was greeted with the most retarded card i could think of, showcasing (as stated) naked boys and highly sexual content....but alas that medium has fallen (as has the obsession with one small nippled man that i will not name)...

thus...blog land will have to do..and i'll spare y'all the naked men seeing as the bulk of my readers are..well.....men...and leave it at this:

dearest dude:

i'll refrain from over doing the non-normal dude & dude speak, and just say that you are amazing, despite what you may believe about yourself. you have more going for you than you'll ever know, and your dreams and actualizing them are but baby steps away. to know you has been a privilege, an honor, and a fuckin smashing good time..and i can't thank you enough for all you've done for me, and in shaping who i am today. i love you dude! happy happy birthday :)


(and yes i know this picture is a repeat..but hey..we're both okay with it, and i haven't exactly been around to look through what i got....)