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and then carry through with like, the votinggg....








It is ridiculously easy to register if you haven't...

SO EASY A REPUBLICAN COULD DO IT! awww snap!

OLIVIA IS HAVING REALLY SHITTY LUCK!

Let's review the events of December...

December 1st: Christmas with the Krunks- Party thrown by my best friend and I at her apartment.
It was phenomenal, until the cops came. They were cool as hell, though. What sucked was that a friend of mine drank too much and I don't remember a lot of the details about that situation, but I do know it sucked...

Tuesday Night: My car breaks down
There is already a detailed blog about this, and I will make a continuation of said blog, by saying that I am not going to have a car until after Christmas...which sucks giant giant balls.

Friday Night (last night): GREAT night, until my purse got stolen.
I went up to do the top five countdown with a few of my sisters at a radio station here, which I actually love talking about because it's ridiculously fun and I love it, but I will talk about it later. While up at the station, the dj (DLo, super cute btw ((specified for Polt))) asks if any of us want to be put on the vip guest list to senses (a club) for that night. Brittany and I figure, hey, why not, we might stop by if there isn't anything else going on, just to check it out and shit.

So blah blah, we have an awesome time at the radio station as usual (I love it) and Brittany and I head downtown to hang out with a friend of ours for her birthday. This is around 10:30ish maybe. So we get downtown and hang around until about 11:15 because they were leaving to go home and play shot checkers.

Brittany and I figure, what the hell, let's go check this shit out and we drive to the club. We get there around 11:40, go in, and leave at 11:55. We then discover that the passenger door is unlocked when it had been locked before we went inside, and upon popping the trunk, our purses are gone. We go find a popo.

Good news for me, upon returning to my dorm room this morning, I found my wallet that I had, for whatever reason, taken out of my purse this afternoon and put all my cash and my license in my new clutch thing. Shittily, I left my U of M id in the purse. But the worst part was...and Jack knows this...sit down and hold someone's hand...because the bastards stole my camera...

And I had a post on there!! I had taken SO many pictures and planned out a whole post for you guys! And they stole it! MY CAMERA FOR THE LOVE OF THE BABY JESUS!! My camera that has been with me for so long! Throughout Puntabulous, throughout so many nights of great times, so many pictures and memories in that camera! And I miss it.

Luckily, around a week ago I transferred all the pictures to my computer. But still, I had taken a lot of pictures last night...and they were all really cute.

They also stole around 90 dollars in cash from both of us and her wallet and debit card, some IDs, our illusion of safety, memories...you know, the usual.

I really don't like Kelly Ripa. Just a sidenote.

List of things I need to aquire since my purse was stolen:
*Chapstick
*Lip gloss
*Keychains of wonder...bastards, I had the PERFECT keychain too, like, reallly...
*Rape whistle (ironic that it was stolen)
*Tiny notebook for random thoughts I think to write down...
*Digital camera full of memories...
*Car key
*House key
*Dorm key
*Dignity

Now leave me pity comments...

THE HIGHLY FASCINATING TALE OF OLIVIA'S JEEP DYING!

It was a day like any other, I was out of gas and headed to work. I stopped at the nearest gas station and put in ten dollars, and began my drive to work. I live on campus, sort of in the middle of Memphis, and I was bearing west to get Downtown, where I work at a Philly Cheesesteak place as a delivery driver.

I had not been driving for more than 4 blocks when my Jeep's engine rpm began to soar, yet I was still just going 40 mph. I felt uneasy, and pulled over into a park. I popped the hood and exited my vehicle.

Upon gazing at the engine, I realized that it was steamy and a terrible smell was coming from the general area of the entire car. I called my manager, who is my best friend's brother, and reported to him that I was going to be late. I then called my father, who told me to try to drive to campus.

Of course I follow the suggestion of my father and begin driving. But driving was awful. I could not accelerate to any more that 15 mph, and soon was stuck at an intersection crying. My car zoomed backwards when I had it in drive, and I was freaking out. I then called my dad again, and was crying and freaking out because it's really ghetto in Memphis and I was a sitting duck. Also, driving in Memphis is the equivelent to Death Race 2000.

My deep blue razor phone beeps, I have another call, it's Corey, my manager. I am not sure if I was crying on the phone with him, but he agreed I should call his sister, Brittany, my amazing friend.

I then call Brittany, who calms me down a lot, and I begin to slowly reverse my car to get away from this intersection and make a U-turn. I begin the turn and I keep stalling out and my car will just not go. I finally get to the part of reversing to straighten my car, and it won't go back into reverse. At this point, my Jeep is blocking the entire side street with cars trying to pass on both sides.

I slam my head onto the steering wheel and cry a little before talking to my Jeep about the situation:

"Come on, Jeepy, you can do this, I love you, you can do this! Come on, come on, come on, I know that you can put yourself in reverse, let's just get us to a parking lot then you can rest and we will get you fixed because I love you, you can do it."

And my Jeep-mobile sprang backwards with a GIANT effort and I completed my turn. I then smashed on the gas in drive and with the engine rpm around 6-7, I slowly inched my way going 20 mph down a street, turned, crossed some tracks, and found a parking lot.

Once edging my Jeep into a place, I then shut him down, and called someone who I thought knew about cars and who I also know is always there for me if I get really really upset. I talk to him for a little bit, then my dad beeps in. I talk to my dad and call my friend back.

By this time, Brittany pulls up and climbs aboard. We sit for a little bit before she drives me to work. I drive Corey's car that night, which is nice, because it is very zippy.

Then today was good! I went back up to the radio station that my sisters and I went to a few weeks back to host a countdown, and this time just me and one other good friend went for like voice stuff. "It's my radio station!" etc.

And that is the story of Tuesday night and this morning.

bum bum bummmmm

SAD NEWS

The Jeep-mobile is DEAD again and almost killed me this time!

Donate to the "Let's get Olivia a new car, damnit!" fund today!