True Hollywood Story

Rave On

I’m alone drinking right now. Well that’s a lie. Greg is sitting in the same room right now, but like fuck that guy. I’m alone drinking. Everytime I alone drink I get like half way through one beer and give up, but this time I’m on my fourth. And like I wish I had more friends in Vermillion and my legs were shaved and I was showered because then I would just go out. I don’t really like alone drinking. Cuz when I drink I’m a ham and if I’m alone who am I going to ham out to?

Serious problems here, my ladies!

Anyways, I think I will go because sometime I worry I’m as horrible of a story teller as Kristen Stewart. And guys she’s really horrible. But I still like here even though I think you guys don’t. But I think it’s okay that we like different things. More perspectives make things interesting or something. 

Shauna

P.S. Greg brought home Bud Light Lime Lime-A-Ritas Margaritas with a Twist (which is like the dumbest name ever) but oh em gee they are so delicious. Get some.

P.P.S. I definitely posted this on my tumblr last night instead of this one. I suck at life. That’s the second time I’ve done that.

SUMMA BUCKET LIST :)

• go to the farmer’s markets
• after dark movies
• smoothies/juice parties!
• grilled pizza parties!
• sertoma park walks
• falls park walks
• tiffy’s pool parties!
• nail parties!
• all night movie parties!
• photo shoot (with help from our resident pap, minor)
• breakfast parties!
• an all day galavant downtown
• state parks!
• tipsy bowling :)
• vegetarian cook book parties!
• SUSHI PARTY (will not be offended if it ends up only being tiffy and vberg)
• picnics!!!!!
• henna
• painting, yo
• chalk, yo
• bike trails, yo
• wild water west, maybe?
• bonfire/fire pit/smores parties!
• fake british day(s)
• board games/drinking night
• baking parties!
• RAAAAAVE (location: TBA)
• hair/braid parties!

with all the love in our hearts,

tiffy + han

Hola Amigas,

Sometimes I wonder if maybe all of this caffeine is counterproductive. Like, yeah, I am awake, but I’m peeing every 15 minutes* so there really isn’t any time to study.  Like what, is Mountain Dew conspiring with the internet to ensure that I never get any studying done?

One thing I do know for sure is that the fact that I’m awake at 5am and studying is everybody’s fault but mine. 

Poor me.

I’ve been using eating as a study break this past week and I’m fairly certain that is the first step on my way morbid obesity.  Eating a hot dog because you are no longer interested in writing about gender differences in advertising is no excuse. Seriously though, will you guys visit me when I can no longer leave my bed or wear clothing?  I promise I’ll hide my naughty bits with a sheet.  And we can watch TV! I’m sure I’ll have like every channel ever because I’ll need something to do while I’m trapped in my extra wide hospital bed.

I wonder if reading will be out of the picture because of the amount of movement that will be needed to take place. Sounds exhausting. Really sad though, because I’ve been working on my summer reading list and it’d be a shame if I never got to read those books. That is assuming I enter morbid obesity before this week is over.  And honestly, at the rate I’m eating I wouldn’t be surprised. 

In less than 48 hours it’s summer and if I end up not being morbidly obese by the end of this week I can’t wait it to spend it with you, lovely raging coasters.

Rage on,

Shauna

*15 minutes in an exaggeration, no need to worry for my bladder health.

Post-Script: I am really enjoying our more frequent updates of THS. Let’s not let this thing die, guys. Plus we’re all such funny writers. 

Caption the Photo!

Two losers ‘partying’ by themselves, drinking themselves into a stupor.  OR! Two awesome party animals pregaming for a night of AWESOME!

I’m going to be honest with you two.  The truth falls closer to the first option given.  We’re fun!

I’ve discovered throughout the course of this finals week that no matter how many times you replay the movie Aladdin, your take-home finals don’t get any closer to completion.  But I get so darn happy listening “You’ve Never Had a Friend Like Me” every hour or so.  Dancing around is good for morale, correct? So, Aladdin is good for finals. My logic is flawless, mates.

(I’m a procrastinator. Shhhhhhhh. Don’t tell anyone.)

Now that you ladies are privy to my deepest darkest secret (of procrastinating), I feel inclined to inform you that it is raining outside and I am even less in the mood to write papers. Instead, I’m going to use Wikipedia to learn how to be an Astronaut.  That is my new dream and I’m going to realize it. Yo.

Signing off as,

Tiffany Young

(astronauts don’t have cool symbols before or after their names, so this dream might change really soon. I’m all about recognition and letters.)

re: summer

(note: not actually a reply to anything so the title is a tad misleading but i assume these are things you think about just as much as i do)

hello.  it is april 25th.  which means it’s almost summer. which means warm weather and swim suits and sunglasses and sundresses and alcohol and going to parks for no reason (and maybe, if you’re lucky you and a great friend can stand on ‘pluto’ at sertoma park and sing the pigfarts song)

but alas, those things are not quite here yet.  

so i’ll sit here with my soda (diet md, wtf!) and think about how much i wish it was nice all time so i didn’t have to sit here and think about how i wish it was nice all the time. it would just BE nice all the time! wouldn’t that be fun.

this is me. my eyes are saying “diet md, why are you the way you are? i do not care for you” (they are also saying “HELLO, i might be a little cray” but ignore that, won’t you? gracias!”)

l o v e y o u 

h a n n a h !

Holy __________ Batman!

(^You are supposed to fill in the blank. Depending on the day, the events, and his mood Robin’s “holy” exclamations could be either positive or negative, relevant or otherwise. You decide.)

I realized that it has been over two months since I last updated, so here goes:

My life revolves around Harry Potter, I have no clue what to do with my future, and my favourite color is still blue. Oh, and I prefer British spellings of things. I braided my hair up from the back today and I don’t know how I like it. Also, I think my hair feels like it is being pulled in the “wrong” direction and my hair does not like it. 

So… my cousin sent me (the family) an invitation to her graduation.  I thought to myself, cool! She’s graduating! Then I remembered that she’s about 13 or 14 and I immediately picked up the invite to look closer and, lo and behold, she is graduating from 8th grade.  What is so important about graduating from 8th grade that her parents would send invites out to attend it? It is silly, and overwhelmingly undermining for my graduation from college on the same weekend. Ugh. Cousins.

Two guys just awkwardly hugged in front of me. I wanted to say, dude. If you are trying to create a ‘live porn’ moment, please don’t. I’m not into that. Also, you guys look weird. And hugging isn’t hot. In fact, when one guy with super long hair is holding what looks to be a wooden slapping stick with writing on it and he hugs this other normal-ish looking guy, I just want to turn away and read a dead language (the homework I should be doing). I find it upsetting to actually be forced to want to do homework because the people in your line of sight are being weird. The didn’t walk away together. Meaning, most likely, that they are taking different routes to the same place to avoid suspicion of illegal activity. Or they had lunch and are now parting ways.

I really don’t want to do my homework. 

I’m going to water my head and hope that a knowledge tree grows there instead of studying! That works, right?

Tifferana-I-hate-homework-saurus.

ps. LA RESISTANCE! 

“It’s 106 miles to Chicago, we got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it’s dark… and we’re wearing sunglasses.” “Hit it.”

I went to Sioux Falls tonight and while driving back to Verm I got to wondering how the Blue Brother’s did it—drive all those 106 miles to Chicago while wearing sunglasses in the dark.  So, I put my sunnies on and honestly, it’s not that bad. Sure it made everything a little darker, but I could definitely still see where I was going. 

What I’m trying to say is, let’s all meet in SuFu, fill my gas tank up, and drive the 572 miles to Chicago in the dark while wearing sunglasses. Someone bring a half pack of cigarettes. We wont smoke them, but they’ll be there.

-Shauna Blues

TRUE STORY!!! FROM HANNAH!!!

FWD: FWD: FWD: now that u opened this, u HAVE 2 read this!! late at night on dec. 10, shauna neiles went 2 play on a mountain of snow at a local playground. she was having a gr8 time until the snow below her caved in. the 3 friends that were with her at the time grabbed shovels and began digging frantically 2 save shauna but they only found her purple hat. legend has it that her spirit travels from snow mountain 2 snow mtn waiting for unsuspecting snow mtn climbers to pull them under. FACT:  the night of dec 17, logan enze recieved this forward and did not send it on. he then went climbing on a local snow mtn after a long stressful day as a clothing retailer. the only thing that was found was his super trendy scarf. u MUST forward this or u will meet the same fate and ur favorite item of winter clothing is all that will be left behind!!!! this is all true. GOOGLE IT!!