hey look - it's an entry... yaaaaay.

whatever. i'm not alone when it comes to not updating (::cough:: norms, chris ::cough::).

so i've discovered that i usually come to xanga to complain and complain i shall.

i went to coachella over the weekend and it was hot and the water was overpriced and they changed the rules about bringing in bottles of water (from okae if it's unsealed to absolutely no bottles at all. fuckers.). but that's not what i want to complain about.

my beef is with those fucking hispanic assholes (i don't mean to sound racist - but hey, they were what they were) who wedged me between them and crushed me til i couldn't breathe and i had to leave my spot (which i was saving for radiohead). usually when i go to concerts there's like one or two inconsiderate assholes (you know - the tall, fucker front and center and the big burly football player-esque punks). but this time, i was met with a crowd of them. i mean, come on it's the fricking pixies - i like the pixies - but hell, that behavior's more of a system of a down type of thing to do.

so yes, in conclusion, i hate those goddamn motherfuckers and i hope they one day become wedged between two rocks and then crushed by the sheer weight of an overly obese, kentucky-fried chicken sucking,  fat jiggling bastard.

oh. and i hope i'm there to witness it.

hm. friday.

was mikey's surprise party!

what i remember (which was a lot... unlike poor, drunken sean):

:: falling asleep and sean making me get up
:: cleaning their apt
:: cleaning their room
:: arranging the oreos in a concentric circle... hahaha
:: going to 7-11 and paying almost $2 for ONE bag of ice!
:: craving a chimichanga (sp?) cuz chris mentioned it
:: making jungle juice with nick ("OoOOo it's fizzing!")
:: drinking before everyone else got there :: eating the chips and dip (and reheating that sucker multiple times to satisfy norms.. grrrrr...)
:: looking out the window and seeing a bunch of girls coming towards us and everyone thinking that it was mikey
:: surprise mikey!
:: going off with chris and norms so i could have a chimichanga
:: drinking. but not to excess.
:: watching everyone else drink.
:: texas hold'em mayhem
:: stealing the dip// having sean rat on us and have the dip stolen from us
:: texas hold'em mayhem with tricia, chris, norms, and me ("if you get a full house everyone else has to take something off")
:: "where's mikey?" "he's having sex!"
:: people dancing.
:: peeping out the door to see the peoples making out
:: people falling.
:: "she's going out with whom?? but... but... chris..."
:: people throwing up in the sink (gross... hahah... nick's was all chunky... leslie's was purtier...)
:: police and neighbors coming to complain
:: "what? jenny's talking to the police officer??? i gotta get her!" "but she already stopped talking to him" (sean runs out anyways)
:: "here, have a petal"
:: "where's stanford?" "throwing up in the bathroom"
:: mikey and sean in bed together.
:: lost items galore. // where the hell is my brooch??? // and sorry, twin about your poker chips!
:: taking care of sean (poor little throw-up-y sean....)

this is the end of barbra's xanga. don't bother with the livejournal either. it's not going to have anything new.

thanks for reading....