I haven’t been leaving my house much lately because I have so much to read that it hurts. Thankfully, my house is full of fun toys that keep the visitors coming.

I use the yoga ball and foam roller to help my back not hurt. Alex and Chelsea use them for Giant Baseball games.

A home run simply involves pelting it towards my face and if it hits me you win. Chelsea got it to land on my shoulders one time, so I asked Alex to take a picture of a succesful home run.

But when I reviewed the pictures later, this is all he took. Creep.

Sometimes its not so much Giant Baseball as much as Giant Hit Alex With a Bat Game.

After I yelled at them, Chelsea finally demonstrated correct usage of the yoga ball. She’s pretty bendy. Niiiiice.

Emmy and Bryan came too. So really my house doesn’t continuously attract visitors so much as people came over that one time.

Just do it already, you big lezzies. Even though I live in the same house as Marcy this was the only time I’ve seen her all semester so far. Dangit.

On Tuesdays/Thursdays I have a break from 12:30-2, and Alex grauated and has a lot of free time before he moves to Portland so he’s has been meeting me at the grassy knoll for lunch. Those days will be over soon. Thank god. I’m not even crying on the inside because I care so little.

It takes three frames to capture all of Alex.

Here is proof that I ride my new bike and love it. Duh, I ride like a lady, both legs on one side.

We were too lazy to leave the knoll and I wanted to blog, so really we just took pictures of whatever we could see without getting up. Go to Portland, I don’t even give a SHIT.

My leg has been itching in this one spot for like 2 months but there’s nothing there- its weird. You know how there are some friends you just can’t live without? Well, I won’t miss Alex much when he’s gone because thankfully I can scratch my own goddamn leg if I really need to.

Alex had the idea to take some Vice Do/Don’t pictures. Rolling backpacks: DO. They’re like sherpas. Except they can’t talk, as Alex pointed out.

Pregnancy: DON’T.

Encouraging the crazies on campus by stopping and listening: DON’T. Even if you are really curious about why a Jew would be proselytizing.

Hottie boom botties on campus: DO.

Get a haircut. You look like Kramer. Not that I give a shit. Move already.

I hope Portland is everything you dreamed of and more. And I don’t at all hope that it sucks and you have to move back. Seriously though its gonna be amazing and we will miss you a lot and if I can figure out a way to trick myself into thinking that Portland is within a 7 mile radius from here, I will come visit you and Alison.

bye blog.
love chloe.

i turned 22 on the 2nd.

so ash took me shopping. i bought a boat necklace.

the best presents are the ones you can’t return. a wife is one of those.

for my birthday, i bought bryan a loretta lynn bandana. it is subtly purple i.e. subtly gay i.e. subtly suiting.

i was recalling the fateful day the stork delivered me to my parents and anya decided it was time to teach me how babies really get here. she gave me a gesticulatory explanation of the birds and the bees.

we all went to herbivore, got food to go, and brought it back to bryan’s lair. he has trippy tapestries in his living room. chelsea and rj got me really nice presents.

then rj contemplated his next move…

rach and cary spent all day in berkeley making me a vegan bday cake and then delivered it to me in sf!

rj bought me my own personal bottle of martinellis! and this is the beautiful chocolate, blood orange, hazelnut cream cake rach made from scratch. amazing.

chelsea led the pack in singing to me.

it was a little scary.

the cake was enjoyed by vegans and non-vegans alike. also meghan is the most photogenic ever.

meanwhile bryan was scrolling through his list of ladies to call…

i love when rachael wears her hair all natural. i can pretend she’s jewish.

thanks for all the bday wishes.
bye blog.
love chloe.

you know how high school yearbooks give everyone a title, like “most likely to succeed,” “most stylish,” “most likely to get married hella times,” etc? i’ma do the same, except with each kiss i got at midnight last night.

i borrowed ashley’s boots and could hardly walk so jordan gave me a piggyback ride to the kezar bar.

our crew had taken over the back room- music (provided by julian’s friend hannah hooper), dancing (provided by a lot of hot strangers), and a good deal of grab-ass (provided by AK).

classic “bryan and AK are gay for each other but deny it” shot.

classic “jordan isnt scared to prove he’s gay” shot.

alex is the nicest. none of those dudes are old enough to be in a bar, but kezar was just seedy enough to not check IDs.

ash kept asking me what time it was even though there were about a million tv screens reporting exactly that information. the countdown began…

…and so did the making out.

as the balloons fell, so did inhibitions.

ashley: “MOST FAMILIAR” — this isn’t the first time, nor will it be the last.

nicole: “MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IN THE ROOM WITH THE BEST LIPS AND THE BEST KISS aka MOST LIKELY TO TURN ME INTO A LEZ”
AK: “GRABBIEST/MOST LIKELY TO FORGET YOU ALREADY KISSED AND KISS YOU AGAIN. AND THEN AGAIN.”

jordan: “MOST LIKELY TO LICK YOUR FACE”

anya: “MOST RUSSIAN/WILLING TO GO THE DISTANCE”

julian: “MOST ILLICIT.” he’s 18 now, right? hopefully?

bryan: “MOST LIKELY TO BE GAY.” he told me not to write that but instead he just put a good idea in my head.

aaron king: “SLEAZIEST/RICHEST/MOST LIKELY TO EXPOSE YOUR NIPPLE ON THE STREET.” jerk.

john porter: “GHOSTLIEST.”

that makes 9 i think. you should have been there. i prolly woulda kissed you. also ashley sometimes smokes cigarettes and i wont let her forget it.

also after dancing that hard in those boots, i dont think i can ever walk again.

therefore, tomorrow, on my 22nd birthday, i will be in sf all day shopping for my own pair of boots. sometimes you gotta hurt to look good. call me tomorrow and come play with me! i’ll be in the city all day. do it. HAPPY2007BITCHES.
bye blog.
love chloe.