I knew there was a reason I didn't get up early. Normally I get up around 11:30-12:00. Today, my alarm went off at 10:00 and I thought, why not, I can drag myself into the back yard for some tanning then I'll wash my car all before it gets too hot. So, with set plans and all, I walk into the kitchen for a pop tart AND THE SPRINKLERS ARE ON in the backyard. I was like, damn, my plans are FOILED! So then I was like, well, I can always wash my car first and then tan, by then the grass will be dry and so I walk outside and my car is gone. This is what happens when you get up early kids. Honestly, next time I feel like doing something I'm just going to forget about it. So, now its almost 11:00 and Im still waiting for the grass to dry so I don't have a wet blanket. I don't work on Fridays so I really have nothing to do today until 1:50 when I have a meeting at North By. Like, I don't want to go back to sleep right now it would only make me really tired later on. This is just a bummer.

Onto this weekend...yeah, wait, that's what I thought, no plans. The weather promises to be extraordinarily nice so I'm going to try and make it out to the lake even though we are cabin-less. I still have a dock. Its all I need. (Indie Rock and Rock for Me.) Other then the lake effort I think I'll be sitting around a lot, tanning, and if all goes well, I'll be watching some episodes of Stargate SG-1 that should be finished downloading any minute now. The Sasquatch Music Festival is this weekend but as history repeats itself, I'm not attending once again. What a tool. Its only like the greatest concert at the Gorge each year and I never go. Booooooo.

Onto my Graduation Week recap...
As normal my trip started out with catastrophe when I booted on the flight from Spokane to Salt Lake City. It was rough. I called my Dad crying saying I wanted to come home and I thought I might have the flu but then I didn't want to waste the ticket. I was a wreck. I got onto my flight to BWI and I was sure the ralphing was
going to continue but then I just passed out on the plane and woke up in BWI. Man I hate flying. Its to bad since traveling is my most favoritest pastime. Chels and Steph came to pick me up, but, I have a feeling Steph only came along because she wanted the mini muffins I had in my backpack.
Not as much drunken debauchery took place as last graduation week but it was still pretty fun. I spent a few nights baring it up with everyone else since I was the only non 21 year old. Chestertown was off the hizzle because of graduation week so the bars were packed and even though I looked 12 and had sassy bangs I didn't get carded and had me a good time.
Megan Curren Graduated on Sunday which just happened to be Chels' birthday as well. After the graduation ceremony and a monstrous nap, Chels and I headed out to the Curren Family Farm House which happens to be on the water front and is less of a house and more of a sweet bathroom in every room, professionally decorated, two story party machine of an estate. I mean, it has a screened in back porch which is bigger then my house. Okay, its not, but the place is crack-a-lakin. I had a beef-off with Steph (6 slabs of beef each and the first one to clear their plate wins). She totally owned me but lets remember that I just ate my weight in chocolate cake about 5 minutes earlier. Speaking of chocolate cake I got pretty drunk later on along with everyone else and then I decided it would be cool to start eating the chocolate cake RIGHT out of the box. Curren then picked up some cake, say, a hand full, and smeared it all over my face. This, in true Rachel fashion, was all documented by multiple cameras so you'll probably see it sooner or later. It's pretty heinous. I also took some pictures of the farm house and a few of graduation also so when I have more time on my hands and I'm not waiting for grass to dry I'll load them up.
Monday Chels and I slept for years then we went and saw Revenge of the Sith and had some Red Robin. Tuesday we hit up my lover Three Brothers Pizza and shopped a bit in Annapolis before I had to fly out. I would like to announce that this time both my flights were barf free.
So right, Im home now, and I needs to get some color. So Im out. Thanks for reading.

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