Will Work for Ritalin

A few things...

1. I know one other Patriots fan in Chicago. He is a fan because he is from NE. I am a fan because Tom Brady is my future husband. He may be more legit than me, but at least I know the right times to cheer and yell.

2. Speaking of, did you know a woman's Tom Brady jersey is impossible to find in any color other than glittery pink? And costs $60?

3. I am DYING to get to Miami for spring break. I have all the costs figured out, and without food, the trip will be a mere $446. (Airport, airport shuttle, hostel). I've said it before, but this time I really will sell my soul to get what I want. I love Miami so much it is dunb.

4. I, Ali Kelly, am part of a private PR council that has submitted a non-profit PR plan in a contest here at Loyola. This makes me feel like a real adult, as the contest is mainly for GSB students.

5. KMFP goes to France today, and I am not okay with that. MLA, we need a replacement just as badly as we need to come to terms with the fact that she will never come back.

6. I almost pulled my mace on somebody yesterday. He was acting all creepy and then I noticed he was holding a flat, silver thing across his body, pointing at me. I thought it was a gun, but quickly realized it was a cell phone. Still, bastard almost got it.

7. Funny story: At the bar last night for wings, and this kid I don't know, but who knows my friends because they all studied in Rome together, sits with us. Later when we were leaving, my friends were wandering around the bar saying goodbye to everybody and I was in front of a mirror, trying to get an eyelash out of my eye. He tapped my shoulder,
"Kelly, right?"

I simply shook my head.

Puzzled look.

"Ali... Kelly is my last name."

"A-l-l-i-e?"

head shake.

Puzzled look.

"A-l-i."

"Well, Ali, it was nice to meet you (grabs my hand to shake it)"

"Nice to mee-------" (This is where he surprised the hell out of me and came in and kissed me on the cheek. To me, this guy is a stranger and I am not entirely sure that cheek-kissing is appropriate for people who have mutual friends and nothing else.)

(seeing the shock on my face) "Oh, sorry. European thing."

(flustered, kinda mad) "No, it's fine."

Later, outside the bar with my friends George and Devin, I say, "Is that kid really European? Because he didn't have an accent AT ALL."

friends: "He's Polish, but he was born and raised here. Why?"

"Because he just kissed my cheek goodbye." He also winked at me when we were introduced.

Mind you, all my friends who studied in Rome love this cheek-kissing, winking guy. They think he is great. Maybe he is, but I don't really respect people who wink and scare the hell out of girls with European customs that aren't even relevant to the location you're in; college bar in Rogers Park?? We can be friends without the schmoozing, thanks. And then blaming it on your Europeanness, when you are a corn-fed Wisconsinite? It would be like me saying, "Sorry, I drink so much beer because I'm Irish, or at least my great-great-great grandpa was."

To top it all off, I can't remember his name. Rifiki? Rafalli? Ticky-Tacky? No idea.

But that's the life I lead. I get kissed by random men whilst standing in the middle of well-lit bars. Why can't I at least find a dark corner so that not every patron in the bar has to witness my awkwardness and shock?

peace, love, and ponies.

"Ali, David described you perfectly the other day."
"Yeah, how?"
"He said, 'She'll be your best friend, but she'll also be your biggest critic.'"
"...Yeah, I guess that's true. But I only criticize you if I love you."
"I know. That's why it feels so good."
-George and I