Amanda

I have a confession. I cheated on my dog Bronx. There is an adorable German Shepherd mix puppy at the the shelter, and I spent a lot of time with him. I renamed him Levi Augustus. He is adorable! I just held him and play with him while I was suppose to be working. I wish I could adopt him. I've always wanted a German Shepherd, well I have for the last three months. I tried convincing my dad to see if we could adopt him, and my dad didn't say no and in fact he wasn't as annoyed as he usually is when I try to pester him for another pet. So now that I know I will never have Levi, and Bronx won't have a little brother anytime, I made a deal with my dad. If I get a 3.5 GPA the rest of my college career and graduate in my classes top 25% my dad will buy me a dog when I move out. Sounds like nothing to get excited about, but believe me it is. So two years. That's enough time to start saving for an apartment. Yay for growing up!!!

Speaking of school, I'm very proud to say that I love it! It's awesome! It doesn't feel like school actually. My drafting class felt more like me at Parson's in Project Runway. I had my own drafting board and I felt so legit. It was awesome the four hours went by so quickly by learning how to write letters. It's so incredibly hard and there are so many things to remember when drawing and drafting. It's very technical and I know I'm gonna have to work my butt off in that class, but I'm quite excited about it.

Orientation was amazing as well. I made a friend, which always makes school easy. I learned all about the program and let me tell you there is more to being an Interior Designer than just paging through Elle Decor. It's lots of drawing and shading and memorizing and putting lots of hours into my studies. And heres confessionnumber two, I can't wait! I want to study. I'm gonna join the Interior Design Club and American Society of Interior Designers. I'm gonna meet people in the field and make a name of myself. So that's the game plan. Study and be successfull. BAM.

Since I'm going to be spending 30+ hours studying a week(Yipee!) outside of work I decided to quit shelter. There are other reasons, but overall it's stressfull and I need to focus on school.

Oh, and the most important, the American Idol concert was Friday. And after finding out my summer heartache aka assface, has had a girlfriend for who knows how long, I really just wanted to enjoy this concert and forget about boys. Well forget about boys that are gonna or have broken my heart. So I let myself enjoy the man of my dreams Anoop Desai. Lord have mercy!! He was gorgeous and so AMAZING! I love him. Like I really do. And I'm really bummed that I did not get to meet him. In fact I got to meet everyone but him. And let me tell you, them guys on that tour are fricken GORGEOUS( do you sense how serious I am with all the cap letters???) It made my day. But really made my night was Matt Giraud. He was extra sweet and hott. YOu see, my dear and oh so shy friend Helen, said "You're hott." My mouth hit the ground. I can't believe she said that. I don't blame her though. And then his oh so sweetness looked over at Helen and said, "You are too. Don't think I don't see you back there." I don't know what made me smile more. KNowing that MAtt might be the only nice guy in the world or seeing my good friend giddy with no words. It was the best thing that happened. And possibly the best concert I've been to in a while.

With that summing up my last week, I just can't believe how fast the world is moving. A full week of school is up ahead. Homework that really needs to get done. Missing my besties. In fact, if you guys were here I'd suggest Applebees and a movie. And we would sneak in ice cream. I guess the more things that happen I realize the more friends matter. I'd rather see my friends insanely happy then myself happy. I don't know where I'm coming with all this mushy stuff. But I really do love my friends. And that's why this year will be something else. I'm pretty sure this is the closest we've been in a long time. The amount of texting is going to increase tremendously. Par-tay!

Well my dears, I should start some homework before I need to head of to the shelter. Be back soon to write more!

-A.

Nicole.

My phone clearly states No Service, while my wireless internet still isn’t up. I’m typing this in Word, waiting for the password to our the security enabled network. My only comfort is the music blasting from my silver iHome and the strawberry pop-tart gifted to me by Amanda.

I arrived here in Chicago at the gloomy hour of 10:15 in the AM. It took only about an hour and a half to move everything in and get all of my belongings set up. Ray took the family to lunch at a local pub and everything seemed fine and good. Oh how wrong was I?

I am going to keep an open mind about this place, however, I have ZERO bars (as in cell phone bars), no internet (until this is posted), my roommates are at work until like 5pm (it’s 1:00pm as I type this), and I miss my mom a lot. It’s funny, I was so angry with her yesterday, and today even though I joked with Lion about her non-cool nice girls sorority, and her dance moves I really miss her a lot. I have some serious growing up to do.

I miss my friends. And I’m sure I’ll see them soon, to relish in our conquests of college, I’m a little lonely at the moment. I’m looking forward to seeing the girls back home and laughing like I did last night.

Speaking of last night, several things came to my attention: scary movies are horrifying but addicting. One second you promise to turn off the movie at the scary part, but can’t seem to bring yourself to push the power button.

*** 1:20 AM ***

So after my roommate came home from her job, I finally was able to chill with the place. We chilled for a little while and then went to Target and Home Depot.

In Wisconsin, Targets across the greater Cheese-State area have a small section, possibly one or two shelves devoted to the classy folks that like to party. However, at the target in Wicker Park, they have six aisles of booze for the alcoholics of the greater Wicker Park area. In fact, there was 312 (strictly a Chicago beer) being sold on an endcap near the front registers. HAHAHA. (I thought you’d enjoy that Amanda.) After a regular ole mindf*ck at Target, we drove to Home Depot.

I waited in line for a half hour (keep in mind it’s 10pm by now…) to get my keys made. Yes, I have five keys:

To open the front gate.
To open the door to the building
To open the mail box
To open the door to my apartment
To open the door to the back gate
Pretty obnoxious, huh? Talk about storming the castle! I’m surprised there isn’t a f*cking moat around this damned building. So, if you ever were worried about me getting raped and pillaged by the Latin Kings or Somalian Pirates, or hell, even the Bloods and Cripts no need to worry, I’m safe inside this impenetrable building, King Henry VIII’s honor.

So I sit here, sipping my mixed drink, watching Romy and Michelle’s High School Reunion. Promise me girls that we’ll be like this when we go back to our Living Weird Lutheran HS that we show up in platform heels, expensive extensions and a hot piece of ass on our arm….or two of them.

Anyway ladies. I miss you all very much. I cannot wait to hear of your adventures. Your stories will be the things that keep me going when things feel like they’re falling apart. That and some Elmer’s School Glue.

Peace, Love and Reunions.
-Miss Nicole.

Amanda

So here I am. First day of school. Gross. Well, not really. I've been counting down the days for the last month or so. Not because my summer was so insanely terrible, it was quite the opposite. It was maybe my favorite summer. It was the last summer before I had to be serious about school. So thats where I am today. After switching my major three times (which is lower than the country's average-go me!) getting kicked out of school (yeah that's right, I skipped too many classes) spending an amazing semester down in Disney, I'm ready. I pray interior design is the job for me. I've had a friend tell me she's never seen me this excited for school. I tell her it's becuase it's the beginning of the rest of my life. It's like my wedding. Well, I hope not. It's just I'm finally preparing to take control of my life.



So here I sit. Early in the morning. I have no idea what books I need. Where my class is. What to wear. But I'm pumped. Here's the game plan: Leave the house at 7:20, this allows me lots of time just incase I get lost, or traffic is terrible or I get lost in my school. I have my orientation from 8:30-11:30. Thrilling. I miss two of my classes. But I'm excused from them so I'm not skipping. I swear. Then lunch with good friend and fellow barista with Helen, who is also starting school, then drafting from 12:30-4:25. Holy mother of a class. 4 hours. Of drawing and learning, which I would be very excited about, but currently have my wrist all bandaged up, and of course it would be my writing hand. And if anyone asks I hurt it playing volleyball. Then it's race over to work and whenever I get there I work till 8. Iwish I didn't work tonight. It's gonna be rough.

I kind of have no motivation right now. I don't know where to begin. I think I should figure out what to wear. I'm thinking my new purple sweater, because as a good friend would say, "purple is the new fall color" or something like that. I'm terrible at quoting people. But then what jeans do I wear with it? What if I wore black pants? What if I wore a black shirt with jeans. I wish I could wear sweats, but I should set a good impression. Oh the drama, I should have gone shopping. Maybe next time.

So to my fellow twenty somethings whom I love and adore, while I sit in class listening to my professors, remember me as you pack or sit around. I'm glad I will be the first in school. I hope that means I will be the first done with school. Well, Ive got 45 mins to get my first day of school off on the right foot. And with a little eye-liner, a lot of Jonas Brothers, and even more good luck, I should be able to do that.


-A

Amanda & Nicole.

So here we are. Our first blog. End of summer '09. Screw school and all the responsibility that goes along with it. It's sad to think that we're alreay counting down until Christmas vacation, or Halloween rather because let's face it, after All Hallow's Eve, you've only got like six more weeks until Christmas.

We are Amanda, Brittney, Jennifer and Nicole (aka: Niki).

We decided to make this blog for several reasons: to keep in touch as we all venture out to different schools, and to document the beginning of the rest of our lives. With adventure looming around the corner, we are bound to make this an unforgettable blog. With Niki moving into a new apartment without a doorman next to the Latin Kings that rule the neighborhood, Amanda trying a new major and wasting too much money on European design magazines, Brittney venturing off to college dorm life for the first time, and Jennifer still debating on becoming a professional house sitter vs. headlining the Scarlett Roses book tour, this year is bound to have its ups and downs.

This past summer was filled with way to much Starbucks, buffalo wings, Olive Garden, Barnes & Nobles and a whole lot of Jonas Brothers, to say the least. Overall, it might have been the one summer that brought us all together. More so like sisters then best friends this blog will only prove to bring us closer.

Now we know what your thinking. This blog isn't going to be a Cinderella story or any kind of fairy tale your momma or daddy would read you. Don't get us wrong, we love Disney very much and we can't say no to a good fairy tale, but let's get real. Life isn't all butterflies and cupcakes. It's a roller coaster. We promise it will be full of drama, laughter, tears, and good times. We hope you enjoy our stories of four different women aiming to prove the world wrong.