But you all are my friends. And I need someone to talk to.

So today was interesting. I can’t tell if I am high or just too numb to feel anything real. I smoked with my parents today. Didn’t expect that. Things I learned: My mom rolls a mean joint.

Also, my house is perfect for getting the munchies in, if you are really in need of them. I had cheeze its, lays, peanuts, oreos, and grapes. Such a wonderful assortment of high needs.

Today, I ended one of the most important and impactful relationships of my life. But somehow, I think it was the right thing. Mark says he is proud of me. So do my parents. And part of me feels proud for myself. But I can’t help but feel like a cop out. 

I guess I just needed to be selfish, you know? I have been making such an effort to do things for myself…maybe I just didn’t want to stop the streak. It’s not really an excuse, but it’s all I’ve got right now.

My life is going to change, after today. This day will always be a monumental thing for me. I remember so many others like it. Why is it that the best relationships always end? Mark, I pray to whatever God or heavenly being there is that will not happen to us. 

I need to start getting back into shape. I need more to my life than feelings and thinking and being trapped inside my own body. This is why I am glad to be going back to Boston…so that I can get back on track again with people who surround me with happy feelings. I never feel better about myself than I do at Emerson — that’s the only solid truth I feel right now.

Anyways, I suppose it’s time for bed. Or dress up games, one of the two. I just want to end by saying that life is too short to let people take advantage of you. It’s also too short to think that being taken advantage of is the worst thing in the world. At least I have my health…kind of.

Peace, love, and toking with your parents,

Amanda.

Meet Delilah. Shit, that’s a good name. The Cheese Queen (AKA M*star) can’t feel her forehead. 

I’m trying to hard to picture what you’re saying but all I can picture is a caterpillar

She will be the Cheese Queen in the 4th episode of stuck. I wish that I was at the castle right now.

MR. TROLOLOLOLOLOLO

Christina is the #2 best singer of all time. 1st place goes to Ms. Julie Andrews, obviously. 

Mark is eating my cold mashed potatoes. My head is that balloon in the first episode of “Winnie the Pooh” where Christopher releases Winnie on a balloon heading towards a bee’s nest. 

Stop this nonsense. “Can you just click on Beyonce’s Great Voice?”

OKOK…so Beyonce DEFINITELY takes #1.5. Please look up her video of her singing the “Star Spangled Banner”. It brought Maureen to tears.

DJ Tik: Wait, What’d you say?

Carbs: You’re welcome.

DJ Tik: Oh, I thought you said “Lots of gum”!

The Walter Coggin Blog is the most hilarious thing I have ever done. Wait, guys, stop…I just thought I was the fire alarm. You’re a beauty salon, now. 

Oh, beauty school drop outs. Naturally. Where’s the chapstick? I was dreading it’s voice I don’t give a SHIT where your chapstick is!

It’s already 1:16. Fuck.

Time for a short walk. Yep, that’s what I meant.

Love <3 M,M,DJ,MC

THAT’S WHAT SHE SAID? 

I was actually not talking about sex at all. Can you imagine WHAT I was talking about?

We’re going to have a day when we have an 1/8 to ourselves, and all we do is watch “Will and Grace” and “Friends” and eat goldfish and broccoli and a two-liter bottle of coke…maybe a cheeseburger and a mocha frappe (not frappe, FRAPEEEE—as in we’re trying to be french and shit.

We all had panic attacks today. Basically. Mark just looked SO pissed at the world outside our window. That’s a huge DL.

Again, not talking about sex. What were we talking about?

I thought Cpn Crbz was eating a beef jerky stick (Slim Jim) and then…he wasn’t…he was eating a crayon. 

I want beef stew. THAT’S LIKE, PERF.

Peas, Broccoli, and Asparagus.

Yeah. A mouse. You know what I don’t understand? The mouse traveling by itself. I mean, if I were him, I wouldn’t want to be going out into the big world all alone! I’d want you there with me. Bring your BFFL, make some mischief, eat some cheese, and call it a day. Am I right, am I right?!

Moritz is here with us, ladies and gentlemen. I wish I was sitting on a beach on a beach chair, Corona in one hand and stroking a dick in the other hand. And then we got rock hard cookies and they were delicious.

Take a fucking berry. Okay, you took one. My favorite one, but you know…

DON’T FORGET TO STICK IT BOW.

Can we talk about Lady Gagz meat suit tonight? SHE IS CLEARLY INSANE, PEOPLE. SHE’S WEARING A FAUX DEAD ANIMAL. And then she preaches about something she doesn’t really care about. Do the fat lady.

OMG URSHER is BACK. Hey, Fatso. It’s you, me, doritos, mayo…me and you baby.

Enough of this father-child killing business.

LOVEINOL.

Your hosts.

I need to blog.

If we’re going to get high, we’re gonna get it right.

We’re here with Capn Carbs, Talking Carl, and Psychopathic Dragon. Jilly Hilly was here too, but she left to get up at 6 am. iPhones are so weird. Let’s make a prank phone call. 

Carl keeps getting scoobs and I don’t know why. My desk is incomplete and everyone’s laughing at it. It’s the Mark and Maureen Show, and they can’t speak. Why do you think you’re in Asia? What is this joke? Fruit Peach Face Man? 

This is a joke. Like the half-peach head man. WTF. 

This is a joke you’re going to tell your kids and your kids kids and your kids kids etc,

Enough for tonight,

Love M&M&CC&TC&PD.

I am actually with the best group of people I could ever be with. Mark’s Big, Hot Gay Friend, and Media Planning classmate, and Mark. Singing Spring Awakening and Avenue Q. This is actually fantastic.

Mark is wearing OL for life sunglasses. Ironic? 

I don’t know what I just said, but I know for a fact that I did NOT say that. Once again, Tomato and Basil Wheat Thins are the best. OMG B-RYAN. So hott. 

Crazy times. He could get any guy he wanted.

14 Year Old Mark looks like my Prom Date. Woof.

Time to leave,

Maureen, Mark, and our three lovely gays.