Send me back to hell, I've had my fill of heaven.

First things first, I've changed screenname's yet again. I really hope this one sticks, I'm quite fond of it. trifectaofcrazy or rather trifecta of crazy once Rasputin stops being a prick and lets me format it. Most of you who read this probably know the story behind that one, however; feel free to ask, it's a rather amusing story of pain and woe.

Off to the Outer Banks until approximately June 7. If I remember correctly, cell phone reception down there is sketchy at best, and Kat's place has no internet hook ups, so have fun getting in touch with me if you have to. But before that we're stopping overly briefly (for appx a day) in DC where we'll be seeing the Boondock Saints in the theatre, for whatever reason its playing, with some of the ICP. I'm sure many rounds of asshole will ensue afterwards.

Jo, just so you know how very special you are, the only reason I'm coming back on June 7 is to be here for Cake Day, which will be glorious. Margaritas?

It may be an animal city...but it's almost definitely a cannibal world

I've now been back in Pennsylvania for about 2 days during which time I've somehow managed to leave my car lights on for an extended period of time, thus completely draining the battery.

Damn, I'm special.

Other then that, home is OK. And by OK what I mean is war zone. I'm really not going to get into details here because, let's face it, York is a really small town and news spreads almost as fast here as it does among the ICP but I will say that on the sliding scale of badness I devised in anticipation of my return, it's about as bad as I expected it could be. No worse though, so I was as prepared as humanly possible.

My biggest fear is that I see no way that I can come out of the summer as anything but a shell of a person, completely devoid of human emotions and that scares the hell out of me. At this point my plan is to avoid home as much as possible and spend as much time as possible with very colourful people in hopes that it will balance out the grey.

I got an iTrip for Durkheim. This may or may not have been a smart move, we shall see. I also found the first season of Nip/Tuck for like $30.00 as opposed to the $50.00 it is at Best Buy, so I'll be spending some time immersed in that drama, as opposed to my own.

On May 22 (Monday), I'm going to Avon with Kat. All I can say to that is YAY. I will come back gloriously tanned and hopefully relaxed, which was not something I got to do during the last few weeks of wind-down in the city. Not complaining, it was a lot of fun, but it wasn't exactly soothing.

June 8 is Cake Day. I'm mildly playing with the idea of picking up a bottle of tequila when I'm in DC to mix up some margaritas for this glorious celebration. We shall see, we shall see. If not I'm kind of liking the idea of strawberry daquiris...avec or sans rum whatever the case may be.

Paging through the Autobiography of Malcolm X which is amazing. Will hopefully have it finished before I leave for the beach, and will be able to read slightly more cheerful material down there.

Can you say "glee"?

So Jo came to visit this weekend, which was awesome. Everyone here loved her (and someone loved her a little too much...and by someone what I mean is Earl).

Friday night was the celebration of Kat's birthday. Our original plans were to get a huge group of people together to do hookah in Georgetown, but those plans fell through. Frantically we all stared around, dismayed, wondering where the hell such a huge group of mostly under 21s could go at the last minute...luckily James offered up his apartment...and his liquor...and we all had a jolly good time...

And what I mean by jolly good time is BRITISH FRIGGIN ACCENT.

Let's get some highlights going on, shall we?

-Accidently clawing half of Adam's face off...then continuously rubbing it because I felt so bad (which actually made it hurt far worse)

-Tequila shots (complete with salt and lime) w/ Jo

-Vodka shots w/ Diane

-Earl unilaterally deciding to call me "Queen" for the vast majority of the evening

-Walking into the kitchen to see Jeff, Adam, James, Sam and Diane sans shirts

-Ian and Jo practically sitting on me to keep me from "just one last shot"

-Bumming cigarettes off of Will and Earl

^Jo ripping at least one cigarette out of my mouth and throwing it into my eye^

-Kat's cigar

-That god forsaken strawberry daquiri that did NOT have enough ice

-Getting my ass slapped...more or less continuously...by someone though I still can't figure out who

-"Hey! I can take off one of my shirts because I'm wearing two of them!"

At the end of it all, we got back around 5 in the morning...fell asleep by around 6...I woke up at 9 still drunk and had the following conversation with myself.

Ash: Uggghhh....I really need water

Ash's Subconscious: Yes, yes you do

A: *stares down at sleeping Jo* I wonder if I can get down without falling on her

AS: Fool. Sit up, you will quickly notice that the room is still spinning

A: *sits up* Uggghhhhh

AS: Yeah, that's right, maybe that second screw driver wasn't such a good idea, now was it!?

A: I NEED WATER!

AS: You're so drunk that if you try to get out of bed, you'd somehow manage to fall into Kat if Jo wasn't there

A: BUT KAT'S ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ROOM

AS: I know. *snickers*

A: Uggghhhh

AS: Get a new line.

A: Boo

AS: So ultimately you have two choices....you can either get water and avoid being unhappy in a few hours....or you can try to get out of bed now and be really unhappy right away when Jo pummels you into a bloody heap for falling on her and waking her up.

A: Life sucks.

AS: You were OK with it last night.

A: DAMN YOUR LOGIC

AS: I win.

Now I know what you're all thinking...you're all thinking...Ash...if you were THAT drunk...how bad was the hangover? Well my loves...it was nonexistent. That's right, I'm just that cool.

So on Saturday I went to terrorism, then Jo and I went up to the Mudds to babysit then up to Rockville for some sort of car rally with Will...which was fun towards the end...

...somehow, and I'm still not sure how this happened, we ended up at Earl's playing asshole with Earl, Jeff and Will where I dubbed Earl Chinchilla and threatened to kick his ass if he spoke badly of Adam. Jo and I eventually left to go to Steak and Egg while the guys wandered back inside to drink more until James got home...

We finally got back to campus around 4 (again) and Jo left for Philly around 10. I then frantically spent the rest of the day attempting to get my papers finished (15 pages all together) which I did. When I finally collapsed around 3, I was muttering something about patina sequences and thinking "this is not my life, this is not my life..."

So all in all, it was a pretty damn amazing weekend, sans homework.