the lake is good for bugs.

Mwa Mwa Mwa

If i never did anything ever again but play with ponies i'd be the happiest person in the world.

since bonnaroo is over i've been wondering what to do with this blog. i could delete it, but it seems so pretty to me. i could write about things that piss me off, but good lord i'd always be writing. i could do this or that, but nobody cares. i really loved sending photos from the trip over to our bonnaroo blog, so i figured i'd just use this to send photos of the hilarious, disgusting, and fun things i come across and manage to get photos of with my phone. so there you have it. let the bullshit begin.

oh i hit the road

i already miss my cat.

i'm really sleepy. i've been awake since 2pm on wednesday with only a hour nap this morning. meh. i'll be going on 40 hours of no sleep before i'll have the opportunity to nap. let me tell you, it's worth every minute.

and what's with all these zits? roadtrips shouldn't be so stressful.

i'll be posting in this blog until we get back to a computer. show me love. i'll probably grow tired of seth quickly.

he's just looking for a pardon

oh holy crap. it's 3 days until we leave. lucky number 3.
things i need to do:
laundry
pack
tidy up
cut hair
buy batteries, etc
find a babysitter for my cat
and beta fish
check couches for change
coinstar said change

already done:
grocery shopping (minus wet stuff)
started freezing water
borrowed shit we need

holy moly, i've got a bit to get done...

it's only going to get better

so seth and i rock at roap trips. we've created a blog to send photos to so you can keep updated on what we're up to .

http://squeeteam.blogspot.com

check it daily, it's going to rock your socks.

would you believe me?

bonnaroo is now a mere 11 days away, and the excitement could not be higher. our groceries and supplies are bought, the laundry is in piles waiting to be washed, and the ipod is loaded with bonnaroo musicians.
i believe this is going to be the best thing that's ever happened to me.
i'm leaving my fears here in mesa. the moment i walk out my front door towards a silver civic will be the moment i'm free from any inhibitions. i won't dance like no one's watching, i'm going to dance like i'm surround by 80,000 people and just don't care.
i'll introduce myself as suzy and won't think a second about it. gone will be my self-consciousness. i won't worry about my hair, about my makeup, or whether those jeans make me look fat. my size 18 ass makes me look fat, but for 16 days it won't matter. i won't hold back, i'll be the girl i know i am.
i won't rely on alcohol to be social and at ease. it's all in the head, and i've got my mind set on making friends.
when we leave friday morning, i'll be the independent girl i've always dreamed of being.
and when we get back, i'll just be santa again. but i'll have some wild stories.