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i’m working on the pictures from the dinner party, more from new year’s, and sat night at 26 mix. don’t mind me. i collapsed from exhaustion after taking marina to the airport and so i didn’t really manage to upload more pretty fun pictures. and anyway, most of you saw them yesterday. so whatever. in the meantime, here is a picture of a certain miss lindsay baynes which i received today (btw she will be visiting this month, bf in tow.) tagline is: “oops. we’re getting behind. someone down here better start popping them out daaammmn quick.”

and jacob. i’m sorry i changed the *mood* lighting to purple. i was enjoying myself to much. but it looked so purty. i couldn’t help it.

ok so i know gene wants to compile these all in one place…but i’m not sure how else to get them from me to you gene. so i’m putting them here and you can either snag them from here….or…..bring a zip disk and we can try to download my scans or something. i can’t email them because the file would be too big for my puny little email to handle and sooooo anyway…i’m just putting them up here….for now…whatevs yo.

they’re not in any particular order, and they’re only half-assedly labeled. and there’s also another half roll of them that i’m going to have later. plus nuala’s pictures…maybe she’ll give me some of those bad boys. =)

Jason and Marina

Jason and Kristen

attacking the fire chief

Nuala, Marina, Erica, Jolie

burning anakin

Brian, Kim, Marina

sigma nudes 1

sigma nudes 2

marina, brian, nuala

Dustin, Erica, and Jolie.

Erica, Jolie, and Emily

Gene and Marc

Kristen, Nuala, and Kim

Nuala, Marc, and Jason.

sex bed

sexbed 2

sexbed 3

preparing the conflagration.

conflagration.

crowd

so not once. NOT ONCE did i use the bathroom in the frat house. of this fact i am inordinately pleased. you have no idea. even though admittedly brian did clean the bathroom like a mofo and it looked hella better than the other time i spent time in the fratty frat, but still. frat pisser. not something i wanted to step into willingly. possibly now you are asking, “well michele if you didn’t use the bathroom, where did you go?” but the thing is see that i didn’t go at all. which comes, i think, from not drinking anything. and that is probably enough information about the michele bowel movements.

that party was really fun! i was kind of surprised honestly. considering how irritated i was both before the party and then at the beginning of the party with all the fucking wierdos that were there. but then things evened out. and i was like, hey naked hippies, all right. how ya doing, you goth people? ah, people with no fashion sense, what’s up? it was like a bizarre mix that actually worked due in large part, perhaps, to the complete non-intermingling of groups. fascinating.

i actually took a shitload of pictures. but not with a digital camera, (gene), so i can’t send them for eloise. and i am not at home (more sad for me) so i can’t scan the ones i did take yet. but i will. oh yes. and then you can all see them. whether they are on eloise or here or both or something.

speaking of me being not at home. being at work FUCKING SUCKS. not only am i a)sick but b)i left marina at home alone and c)i’m tired! whine whine! shiiiiiit. and i have to be here tomorrow too?! suckity SUCKING.

heh. bah.

brian: thank you soooo SOOOOO much for letting us have the party there! you are so great! and i cannot believe i forgot to ask yesterday when i talked to you if you needed help cleaning up. i hope it wasn’t too messy and everything was fine and umm yeah.

and thanks to gene too for the bonfire idea, which was fucking super sweet. and handling the music and making sure things ran smoothly. thank you thank you!

and thank you to everbody else for drinking the noxiousness and eating the fruit. in one fell swoop i cut my liquor collection in half there. hell yeah. good on me.

oh and thank you to erica, marina, kim, nuala, kristen, brian, and jason who i kissed at midnight because in one feel swoop you increased my kissing experience (able to count on one finger) by 7 (able to count on two hands!). even though, yeah it didn’t really count. and doesn’t seriously make me eligible for the incest court. which is fine since i worked really hard at never getting on that thing in high school and wouldn’t particularly want to slip up now. =P

happy birthday, tracy!

(sorry for the lateness. i have totally not been updating here.)

i tried to find this picture i have of you from baseball (the one i sent you thru ucb mail). but i can’t find my copy! sad. so….no picture for now. =( but happy birthday anyway! i hope you had fun at your party. i had fun. that sushi was good and vegan cake is fucking amazing for something with no butter or eggs. i was blown away. smileys.

love,

michele

i know it’s taken me forever to write about this. but i’ve been sooo busy. christmas was good. there was a lot of shit going on while at the same time nothing was going on at all there was just so many people around constantly that it seemed like a constant chaos. so but what do i really have to talk about in relation to christmas?

welll…..candy cane communication devices for one. see one of my uncles (the eldest) got very drunk and decided that a candy cane hooked around his ear was really a walkie talkie and was contacting people left and right and hollering things like, “dave to adam! come in adam! can you hear me all right?” to which my brother would invariably reply something along the lines of, “what’s that dave? you’re breaking up. i think there may be a crack in your earpiece.” and sure enough broken candy cane bits would in fact be causing some spillage for the cellophane wrapper.

my cousin kevin got lost, mainly based on the fact that WE LEFT HIM BEHIND at the ice rink. the guilt i felt at the moment when his mom said, “where’s kevin?” while we were all sitting down for dinner….ah shit, dood. it was practically heart-wrenching. i was like, “ah kevin? he’s …..he’s…..oh holy crap. we forgot him.” “you what?” she said. “we forgot him. at the ice rink.. uh….oops.” 5 minutes later amidst the clatter of dishes and people laughing and talking and still no kevin in sight, i had to stand up, put all my outer garments back on and disappear back into the fucking blizzard (all right i’m exaggerating) with a muttered, “we left kevin!” i went to look for him for the next hour. admittedly, not without help. as i hadn’t made it more then like 30 feet before katherine came running out behind me calling that mary was coming and we all walked all over sunriver yelling for kevin. my brother, (after eating dinner) came out and putted around on the motorbike on the golf course looking for him too. everytime katherine and i would be like, “well i bet he’s made it back NOW.” and we’d go back to the house and walk in and ask if he was back yet and they would all look at us and go “nope, haven’t seen him.” and we’d go “shit!” and go back outside. back and forth and thru the woods and down the fairway and back up the street and around the roundabout and to the village and back from the village spread out going different ways. i even went in the men’s bathroom to check if he had fallen and hit his head on the edge of the urinal and was unconscious and bleeding or something. but no. no. just lost and wandering somewhere else. as we found out when we did eventually find his NINETEEN year old ass. sheesh. it’s a sad day when someone who’s almost 20 can’t find their way in out of the cold.

we went drinking to the deschutes brewery in bend. where adam and jeff got some really cool growlers of mirror pond. and james once again brought up my webpage in ordinary conversation. james. you just….you just don’t speak about the webpage. i don’t know what it is. but…even though i write here and am all out in the open and the like. it’s not as if i want people to be reading it necessarily. or….at least not people i don’t know. though i was pretty pleased that katherine called it “funny.” hee. katherine thinks i’m funny. but back to the james thing. ok once he was saying something to adam about the webpage and i was like, “aaaah shut up!” because adam doesn’t read the webpage and i don’t really want him reading it. i’m still not sure how i feel about you relatives reading it. especially porn. you shouldn’t be reading porn. that just ain’t right. i’m not really explaining myself very well here. it could be because i’m tired. blech. new year’s sleepiness. but more about that later i guess cause i’ve got to go entertain the marina houseguest now. =)

quick things though:

i got this wobbly head piggy thing from jeff in my stocking. that was sweet.

i got the same necklace that doug gave me as a first year anniversary present from my mother for christmas. talk about ironic.

we played a drinking game with a christmas story. which would have been more fun if i was more awake at the time.

i was a fashion designer briefly.

i had a lot of fun.

i ice-skated.

i helped pick out the tree.

i watched bootmen. don’t ask.

this was me three christmases ago. could i be so lucky to give makeovers to unsuspecting horrendously hung-over relatives again on christmas morning? we can always hope.

merry christmas everybody!

things are shaping up for the drive up to oregon. i’ve got me some snow tire chains. i have no presents for my family members other than a wine cozy for my aunt mary. i’m not packed. i’m not prepared. i’m skeptical about getting a room with a door, even if i’m willing to share with my mom and mary. and most horrific of all i will not have internet access for a whole week. i might shrivel up. maybe i’ll drop a pound or two based on the jitters. (no big loss.) maybe i’ll start chattering my teeth uncontrollably. maybe i’ll spasm and froth and be all in all a pitiful sight to behold. maybe they’ll give me my own room out of horrified sympathy. here’s to hoping. i love my family. i do. i love going to oregon for christmas. but more than three–three? i mean two–days trapped in the same house and i start to go a little crazy. the cabin fever pressure is going to boil up. the lack of weblog outlet is going to stifle me. i’m scared. i’m anticipatorily nervous for my sanity.

i wonder if anyone will miss me. i mean…have you gotten used to my millions of posts a week/day/morning? do you even care? will my absence make a difference? i guess we shall see. but i imagine everybody will be so busy with their own holidays affairs that no one will be on CH that much. and besides, i’m sure i’ll be sending postcards from SunRiver.