| you will be missed |
[21 Feb 2005|01:40am] |
hunter s thompson killed himself.
you were fucking awesome.
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| summer briefing |
[20 May 2004|12:15am] |
little update on our lives. I have remained true to my vows, one beer not withstanding. the other one, well.
i leave for the wiz in less than a month. goodbye buffalo, hello mukwonago! goal: pashing. lots. ya dig?
becki is at her new dig in the city. da hood. i do hear good things though.
keeps it real.
Hea-ted Hea-ther
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[25 Apr 2004|03:01am] |
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we discovered funneling. becki REALLY discovered funneling. a break is in order. yes, rosey 310c is beginning a 2 week mission into sobriety. pot will be allowed cuz come on, we need something! but no alcohol. the alcoholism has peaked, some of us may truly need AA. our drunken injuries abound, the floor has too many spilled drinks, and we have too many holes in our memories (and pants). what the fuck?!?! has been uttered many a morning. wish us luck,
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| remember what the doormouse said |
[22 Apr 2004|03:22am] |
feed your head. feed your head
i officially qualify as an alcoholic. I am confident that given one of those little drunk checklists, i could check every box. yay!
thursday, day 3? of the liquid diet, I did the only thing I could--I drank. Imbibed, Funneled, Chugged. Bar and the rest gets a little fuzzy. the only person i remember seeing is betsy. she told me to get a picture of this guys abs. and he thought i was a psycho. later and much more incoherent, i gave him dating advice--and he took it! i also remember dropping my drink right when i got it and becki and lenny did the nicest thing anyones ever done for me. as soon as they saw what happened, they tipped their glasses into mine. i love you ladies! much later... i forgot their acts of kindness and at 2:30 i decided i had to get home. i get pissed that no ones leaving and wait outside. then i decide that this is lame, ill go get food. i wander all the way to Just Pizza--a pretty far walk. I managed to purchase a slice of cheese pizza, and rip my pants and my leg. thatll be a nice scar. so i leave and continue to roam main street, horribly lost. i called way too many people, apparently. They all called in the morning asking if i got home safe and asking what happened. i love it. so dan, the one the only, finally answers my drunk dial. i just start yelling into the phone. "i'm lost on main and i'm gonna die" and then i go "i found my friends, im safe!" and hang up. i threw my untouched pizza in bills face and proceeded to forget the rest of the night. i remember making some kid drive instead of becki, after deciding he was sober and she was drunk. and i really cant remember much else. i rock at partying. and heres the amazingness: i made it to my 10 am class friday fucking morning. alarm goes off, i get up at 9:42. gotta leave at 9:47 to get to clemens on time, not gonna happen. i completely revise my 9 page paper, throw on ratty stained clothes without the helper clothes--i looked like fucking trash. and im off. but wait, i check myself out in the mirror only to find that uh oh, i have super glittery shiny eye paint on my eyelids. i frantically attempt to rub it off. too bad i just purchased a set of nice expensive makeup. i cant roll into class late with this shit on, jessica will now i was drinking! (i had alreadly missed over a week of classes...) i search the room and find remover. im saved! i run to class, 10:12 and im in. i sit in my little corner concentrating on not puking and daamn. i survived.
saturday--KILL BILL 2!!!!uma is so hot.
i saw ally in the hall and invited myself to party with him. i pregamed away my shyness in the room, thats how cool i am and headed down. we executed several missions, my apologies to a ms. fong for misleading the second floor into thinking she wanted to bang a certain someone. eh, whoops.
final thought: More people need to be up all night...lets start a revolution
BTW: It's "Always fuck A revolution"
HEATER
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| As of now I'm down straight up |
[21 Apr 2004|04:35pm] |
I know I know. And I do take interventions very seriously...in fact, I had one the other day. I intervened on my own momentary sobriety.
"You better hope you fuckin miss me if you see me drinkin whiskey. Y'know me and Diablo get way past tipsy"
demonsheepeater4: This one goes out to you Becki!
demonsheepeater4: kiss me on the forehead, angel, before i go to sleep. i cant remember if its thursday or december. ive been keeping track of days by counting hangovers and bottles on my floor
~After all the Jack last night I'm having a hard time controlling my aggression today, I guess its a nice change from my usual stoner apathy, though. And it was a killer way to close out 4/20, the only holiday God created for addicts.
4/20- HIGHlights-
**Bongs @ Ellicott @ 11am
**On the way to Tillman for 4:20- "Eeek! Jessica, Jessica, I burned a hole in my shirt!"
**"Wait a minute, Becki goes camping?" -Cam
"Hell yeah, just bring the tequila" -Me
** Alison and I getting ID'd for our Jack Daniels at Shepard's (what?!) and then the store manager giving us more money so that we could buy a bigger bottle.
I like to call the way I live excessive, but honest.
Thursday = insanity..every time.
The good news this time around:
1)Despite Heather getting a couple UDIs (Unidentified Drunken Injuries) AND ripping her pants, we did end up finding her strolling drunkenly around Main Street.
2)I lost my cell phone at the bar, went back, got half of it from the bartender and the other half from the bouncer "Becki, close your eyes and put out your hands"~ Jeff. Hey, fucker still works, that's all that matters.
3)I met a prince :D
Conversation at dinner on Saturday with my mom and Heather:
Me- "What're they putting in that big hole in NYC where the Twin Towers were?"
Mom- "More really big buildings"
Me- "If I was building 'em, they'd be shaped like two giant middle fingers" (pantomiming) "And there'd be a big banner hanging between them that says 'AMERICA LOVES YOU'"
Today's Gina's 21st birthday...HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!
Tonight I will:
-Do some (ok, a LOT) of homework
-Take a super long, hot shower
-Probably watch another episode of Daria
-Hopefully(?) NOT drink
-DEFINITELY blow some more adderall
Heather, DO NOT GO OUTSIDE...we're being invaded.
Final summation:
~My days kick ass and my nights only get better. If you're worried, don't be. I have more peace of mind and happiness in my life than anyone else I know.
~If you catch me wandering around Governors in a pair of black wings carrying a bottle of Jack, don't be intimidated. I can rock it. Take a shot, say "hi", the resulting conversation may actually be good.
~Yesterday's excercise in excessive living catapulted my cough from chronic to murderous. Perhaps I should take more vitamins?
I will continue living unashamedly until the day I go to Hell. I will never apologize.
Here's to Peace, Love, and an Unbroken Spirit ~Becki Bexter
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| my return to the ol' neighborhood |
[14 Apr 2004|12:31am] |
i just remembered that we went to dennys last night. ohh the things one does when drunk. the memories of half days and homecoming dances flashed before my eyes. I cringed, repeatedly.
...but... WE WERE NAKED!!!! yup. trench coat paired with sleek black pointy toed stiletto pumps for me, loafers and a ski jacket for my partner in nude crime. and lenny, well she wore clothes. but she also drove. wild.
i got my fix of fake meat, things were getting desperate. and heres the part that makes me want to quit drinkin for good. i agreed to something. something awful. I, Heather Lynn, will not ingest solid food (unless found in soup, stipulation #1) for three days until Becki is unleashed. Toms is among the first fine dining establishments to be visited after. Pizza Hut buffet, Just Pizza, and Fridays are a few others. The rounds shall be made. Day one has me feeling hungry. hopefully the white zin we picked up at our liquor store will help me with that. So Lenny, this was your idea. and I am hungry for it.
Tomorrow: must go to English. its been 4 classes, thats over a week. its time to return. i miss the little asian boy with the strong neck dearly.
THE WORMS ARE OUT THERE AGAIN. god, i know i dont believe in you, but could you make the worms not crawl over the sidewalk and stick to my pretty shoes, id really appreciate it.
let me conclude by saying
"We never smiled and would turn our backs on the audience or give them the finger. Our aim was to upset people, make them feel uncomfortable, make them vomit."
--John Cale, VU
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| Special K, Relska, and Gooey Worm SEX |
[12 Apr 2004|11:39pm] |
UB is the Cancun for earthworms. Everytime it rains, every single one of those slimy mofo's crawls out of their respective hole to get with every possible mate (ie. every other worm...those fuckers are hermaphrodites). The walkways become the site for the orgiastic practices of these small, yet terrifyingly horny, creatures. They do not quit...in fact, it is possible to see the shriveled up remains of those who were so spent that they lacked the energy the crawl back into their holes before getting dried out by the rising sun. Eh hem, so anyways...
Enough obsessing about earthworms, though I do resent sprinting up the walkway to my building in a fruitless effort to avoid hearing the ::squish squish:: of their slimy little bodies under my boots. Last Friday I had a mandatory training session for the Anti-Rape Task Force, my chosen avenue for the community service resulting from '80's night. Yeah, UB cops don't fuck around either.
Flashback to Jan. 30, 2004...a dorm room containing 10 cases of beer and many drunken, passed out coeds, dressed in fishnet, hot pink, and side ponytails. As Elton John's tiny dancer played on the stereo, there was a knock on the door...
2RAs,1 Assistant Hall Director, 1 Hall Director, and 3 cops later we were definitely BUSTED...
UB PoPo on a Powertrip: "You all need to sit out in the lounge"
Me-"Um..ok, but can I please pee?"
UB PoPo- "No. Go wait in lounge."
Me-"Umm...but, please?"
UB PoPo- "No. I'm not going to tell you again."
Me(muttering under breath)-"Will you write me up for pissing my pants, too?"
Well...I didn't get written up for pissing my pants (he relented and let us go pee after we pointed out that our suite is in a dead end on the third floor...there's no where for us to escape) but I DID get written up for a smoke detector violation (damn potheads, hehe), being in a room where excessive amounts of alcohol were being consumed, and for being defiant towards police requests. Result= 40 hours of community service.
Thus, I found myself in a small trailer on south campus last friday for what was supposed to be training for the Anti-Rape Task Force. What the training really amounted to was a small lecture on the pros and cons of Special-K. Warning: ingesting Special-K (that would be Ketamine, not cornflakes) will result in a K-Hole...evidently a bitchin good time according to Mr. Anti-Rape, that is if you are willing to risk the possibility of many negative side effects, including death.
Cheers to Monday Night Screwdrivers and playing fucking Old Maid. Merci. Peace. ~Becki
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| Bout time for a Bud Light she says.... |
[11 Apr 2004|11:59pm] |
Well it must have been a good weekend, I caught a cold...
I was definitely on the top of the world Thursday (4/8) depsite only getting three hours of sleep Wednesday night. I had one class in which I hadn't gone to in over a month let alone turned in any work for. Fortunately I rock and convinced my teacher to let me hand in any and all assigments plus give me an extension for the most recent two...hehehe, yeah. It's goooood.
Anyways, with that sort of reason to celebrate how could we stay in??
The night kicked off at the Anchor Inn where Heatha and I shared a couple of pitchers with Gina and Brad. (For those of you who do not know, the Anchor Inn is the type of place your grandfather and his buddies from the war will sit until about 1am getting plastered, yelling at the waitresses, and leering at the unfortunate coeds who unknowingly came to start their night there....) So we walked across the way (the way being a parking lot) to Brad's and knocked back a couple more beers. A blunt was rolled, we got ripped, and decided that it was time to continue on down the highway....
to where else but Blu, to meet Lenny!!!
The car ride there was phenomenal, my parking job was objectionable. Just as I was trying to straighten the bitch out for the fourth time, a car pulled up offering us a well-rolled, already lit blunt...how could we turn them down?
Despite the fact that these kids kicked some minor ass- "J-Town, Holla!" we didn't provide them with any digits, sorry.
"You had me at 'Hello'"?? More like "you had me at 'need another beer?'"
Once inside Blu, the Baller bought us a couple beers and we had some quality Jess Jess time...before Phil interjected, introducing us to his friend "Slouch". Now "Slouch" was a cool kid (and he bought me two more beers, awww). Heather, "Slouch", and I moved the party to Tom's, where a final beer was pulled from Heather's purse and chugged by the only two harcore chicas still partying!! "Slouch" ordered, threw a twenty on the table, and passed out. Hehehe. By the way, thanks for dinner.
Friday was a day for wallowing in self-pity, working, catching a cold, and making a drinking game out of Uno with some vodka.
I slept away the better part of Saturday, woke up to a call from Lindsay and A-Bomb (the coolest cousins in the world) and more choas transpired...
CandyKisses03: Beckkk im bored as fuck are there ne hott guys in ur dorm, i might just wander around UB North campus until i find some haha n' i love the way u and alison call me at 3 in the f-in mornin
Party began in Dave's room. Alison funneled about 5 beers in under an hour...yeah, 'she don't fuck around, does she?' Lindsay funneled, drank, took a shot, in other words, got hammered. A cherry was popped...that's right, Heather's first time funneling, caught on film! I don't even know how much we drank, but we were loud enough to attract some uneeded attention from RA's. So we skipped halls to my room to smoke a couple bowls.
After that an extremely smashed A-Bomb and I ventured outside. I knocked on someone's window...what can I say, I thought it was Rico's!
Back in my room Alison fell off Heathers bed, breaking the front door to her computer off, which I somehow fixed despite my lacking any sort of skill or luck in the electronic department.
Some final thoughts for the weekend:
"Real men don't use double cups" -Tom
"Tip it and crank it bitch"- A-Bomb
**If you abuse your nostrils, your sinuses will rebel!!
Coughing and sniffling till next time ~Becki
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[09 Apr 2004|05:19am] |
xCraiZYx: sexy farmers
xCraiZYx: sex and violence
xCraiZYx: come bite thr end off of my bobby pin so i can scarpe my vowl
ok. so i went to work and wasnt going out.a but then i remember i like drinking alot. so jessica and lenny did out r hair and we got dddddddressed. hotness. thenwe frequented the anchor bar. and htere wa sa dog. i liked him but he barked at me. so i drank a pitcher of beer owith those lovelies (baxter, gina, and brad). then we wnet to "the apartment" but the boys were on that asshole thing where girls are sluts for having fun but boys are cool for being lame. the more the merrier, and you know what i mean. so we ditched them. not really. but we went to blu.
blu rocks. no cover, no id. cuz we too hot. got my hugs hello and soem beer. out to smoke and oh yea, befroe we got iside these kid sin a car were like come sm,oke. and one was from my h lly city, j-town jerusalem. and so i like him. but not enought to give him our number, like weeew. im way to good for that!!!! HAHAHAHAH so we did that, and got inside. to the DRIKNKES! people were there. it was cool . stuff happend and we left with a kid mnamed slouch. i dunno bro. but he bought us dinner, actually i bought us dinner with his money, cuz he paessed out. ha. but we drove his ass home, found his house. talked to [hil ont he phones-he works ther!!!! forver free drinks baby1!!!!!! so then we came home
tomrorow, b2k parth. actually, jsut bk. theres a not under my door and one in my shore. shoe. whihc is pink. like a barbi. amanda brown dgoes to those parites and gets rtrachtrashed so we will go to and do the sam.e someones outsid,e gotta makes oem noicese.
you know you love it.
the whole thing is spelled wrong, is that ok?
signed, heather
now im gonna go writ e a perper, th oops lets try to savce this scholarship. oh fuckers. bye bye.
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| disclaimer |
[08 Apr 2004|03:42am] |
"Everything I wrote was true because I believed what I saw."
Jack Kerouac
you decide the rest.
btw, as i write, shes snorting adderrralll. again. we need coke.
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| chronicled the chronicling |
[08 Apr 2004|01:08am] |
on thursday things got out of hand and out of pants. a little innocent fun suddenly became everyones worst nightmare. yep, an episode of seinfeld. "he took it out". (guess)
5:30am phonecall: so are you sure you dont wanna make sweet morning love with me?
then onwards to the turnpike. new jersey bitch!
i spent a thousand bucks shopping. cuz i fucking rule.
-1 set of mac
-2 DB purses, one bubblegum, one white
-2 outfits
-2 sweaters
-3 jackets/shirts
-2 VS unmentionables
-lois hill earrings
-headband
-4 short shorts
-CK fishnets
-1 pr. black stilletos
-1 pr. pink
-1 pr. kangaROOS!!!!
i think my czechian roommate's was more exciting. this weekend marks the reunion, more bar, and one week till we fuckin die from the unleashing.
she needs AA...
i was either talking to you, jessica, alicia, or kurt cobain and i says
always. FUCK. THE. REVOLUTION.
who Is that?
it sounds like the father of my baby
I don't really need music when I make love. I got a beat in my body, I got an 808 in my pelvis
-BECK
Heather Maiman due to illness, couldnt participate in math exam on 4/8/04
N Aquino (ibid)
73% of all serial killers vote republican.
punk rock changed our lives.
enjoy the sex and violence. 310c roosevelt. doors always open, dont steal my shit.
we got pot, we got booze! HOLLA
645 4095. or 208 0010. USE EM BITCH
she didnt want to she didnt want to she didnt want to take it!
sorry youre a loser
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| And, thus, it began.... |
[08 Apr 2004|12:08am] |
"I don't know who started it and I don't give a fuck. The one thing I do know is that we did it harder, goddammit we did it faster, and we definitely did it with more love, baby. UNH! You can't take that away from us. I give you exhibit A...actually its my only exhibit, but I think its pretty fuckin good," ~Steve-O~ SLC Punk
My incredibly awesome roomie (I heart u Heather!!) and I decided that it was time to start chronicling our addiction to chaos and the absurdity of life as we see it.
Last Thursday...eh hem, well, we won't go there.
Friday night I got to hang out with quite possibly the sexiest, wildest, most out of control chica that I know. Shannon is the kind of girl that you can't help but have a crush on.
~ 10pm ~ made up a drinking game involving extremely tiny cards
-drank a half a fifth of barcardi limon and a captain and coke
~ 1130pmish ~ decided to move the party to blu where we would only have on drink...well, one vodka and red bull, a jagger-bomb, and a beer later we ended up back at UB!!
~ 200 am ~ The drinking continues, ending up in an empty bottle of Captains and a half empty bottle of SoCo
~ 4ish ~ We made drunken friends, stumbling half naked around governors...woohoo, they must have liked us because they started stalking...ugh.
~ 530am ~ Don't really remember the drive, but stumbled up to ellicott, to chill with Regina. Hey I got a plastic rainbow lightsaber out of the deal...fuck YES.
So I awoke on saturday afternoon, avoided the stalkers and hauled ass outta governors for a while...found Gina, my favourite sister and drank three glasses of wine with her and Jenny-Fur. It was about time for some pot-smoking, so I met up with Alicia around midnight and smoked three bowls, trying to convince her to share my bottle of wine with me. Unable to utilize my powers of persuasion effectively, the entire bottle was comsumed by me, myself, and I...cant pass up the white zin.
Sunday I sobered up to work, missed my partner in crime who was in New Jersey ballin...**See other post** and recounted the evenings events to Alison. We decided it would be good to drink on Monday...and Tuesday...let the insanity begin.
I must interject here to remind you all that I havent eaten solid food in over a month, hahaha. "You're the only honors student I know who can rock massive substance consumption harder with a broken jaw"
"Man wants choas. In fact he needs it..."~ Waking Life
Monday:
~Skipped two classes~
~Smoked three bowls w/ Alicia and Brittany~
~Went to math, but left during the break realizing I already knew how to do the "trigalometry" Jianghan Fan was trying to teach me~
~Met up w/ Alicia and another bowl was packed~
~Had Alison, aka my cousin, aka A-Bomb over for a night of OOC alcoholism~
~Drank Red Bull and vodka, snorted an Adderall, had a beer, drank another redbull and vodka...then ran out of redbull. Yeah, thats what that doubleshooter is for baby. Ended up finishing off half a bottle of vodka (maybe 7-8 shots apiece)
~Choas continued at Dennys, where my soul purpose was to acquire more silverware for my room...~
~Ended up back at UB and busted out that SoCo...
...well I guess they made me some soup and covered my with my comforter... i woke up on my floor Tuesday morning, crawled into the shower realizing: a)I'm still drunk and b)I need to go pick Heather up from the airport.
Tuesday:
~230pm~ Reunited with my roomie on a drunken airport adventure
~Told the kid at Darien Queen that he "needed to be an alcoholic" when he grew up
~Had a successful trip to the bank (be sober be sober)
~Taught Heather how to drive and did a mid-day drunk dial to Bull on 103.3 The Edge to request "Lithium"
~4ish~ Met up with Alicia and Brittany at UB..actually I was standing on top of my car with my light saber. Three bowls were packed
~Busted out the rest of that SoCo...and three shots later, the bottle was empty and I met Gina at the Student Union.
~7pm~ Went back to dorms to smoke a spliff and a bowl with Gina and Brittany...decided it was time for beer pong
~One very stoned, half drunk drive later I managed to pick up Alison and we ended up at Brad's apartment with mucho beer
~945pm~ PONG TIME...played and lost most of the games...ended up imbibing about 8 or 9 beers
~Midnight????~ Convinced Brad it was TIME to smoke, well, I didn't really have to twist his arm. Smoked a Blunt with Brad, Dave, Jordan, and Al ("Youre the coolest columbian we know!"-drunken AIMing with A-Bomb on Monday)...still kinda thought I could drive, hahaha, or NOT.
~Ended up back at UB, somehow, despite all the beer Alison funneled. Practiced some hardcore puking pyroteknix in the parking lot, thought weed would calm my rebelling system, took one hit and changed my mind.
~Made friends!!
~3am~ Fire alarm goes off, best fire drill ever.
Some final quotes to sum up this absurdly long post:
me- "Fuck that. I'm not the kinda girl who'll drink three skyy blues, say 'i'm sooo drunk', hook up with u, then spend the next two weeks plotting to make u my boyfriend. Girls like that remind me that sometimes I'd rather be talking to myself."
**Remember, don't let the man get you down and don't go down on the man, our system is a whore. And God? He's the biggest bitch of them all...until next time
~Becki
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