Oh, right. Pictures.

By the way, we've decided that we need to document our year of living together, so we're going to be taking 2-3 pictures every week. I'll probably post most of them here.

~ Ali

We're baaaaaaaack!

Not that you would have noticed, because LIT'RALLY no one follows this blog because it's ridiculous.

Friends came to visit! L-R: Ali, Pat, Tim, and Steph

Tired of waiting for a man. And Pat being Pat.

By the way, we've been roomies for over 2 months now. How weird is that?

Much love,

Ali

Rules for College

Crazy gurls, I have some advice on how to do college right. Well, at least for the time when you live in the residence halls.

1. Don't be dumb.
2. Have fun.
3. Do everything you can to follow Rule #2 while simultaneously following Rule #1.

That's all I can say for tonight.

~ Ali G.

Easter and The Ex

Crazy gurls,

Hello, lovely people! It's Easter break round these parts, and that meant booze and baseball, but in reverse order. My crazy girl, Ali, and I have been looking around for a place to live this break, and we decided to relax a little by going to a baseball game. After we went to a friend's house, where I rocked the beer pong table. My crazy boy, Pete, and I won every game, until the rest of the party got tired of playing us. It wasn't a big deal.

Here we are, kicking ass.

Also, my life is like a soap opera. Honestly, there is no reason for anyone to deal with this much drama. You all know I like to write. I mean, I have a blog. Anyway, my ex did not like the fact that I wrote poetry, especially if there were any identifiers in the poem. And, it's like, "Boy, who are you fooling? Everyone thinks you're gay." So, I stopped posting poems on one blog and started posting on a different one. I can't not write. Not posting was not an option. Well, The Ex has some Mean Girls like friends who read my blog and gossip about it even though they have no reason to be interested in my life. Those friends read my poem and gave him a report. Now he hates me forever. Honestly, I didn't think these things actually happened. Shit be cray.

Anyway, I hope you gurls are having a lovely holiday. You enjoy Easter as much as you can.

With Hope,

~pat

Don't die from sleep apnea.

Crazy girls,

I'm sorry for the lack of updates. You all know what it's like. You've got school, and work, and ridiculous people asking you to do all sorts of things for them. Mmmm, rude. Throw in trying to make yourself look good and landing yourself a guy, and you barely even have time for any fun, which includes updating this blog.

The other night I walked down to a local homeless shelter with my crazy girls, Steph and Kara, and my crazy boys, Bill and Chris. We met some crazy ass people there. We also met some homeless men and women. Let's just say my crazies and I were not a huge fan of Nebraska Christian College or their ministry majors. I don't know about you, but I feel like no one really needs to reach out to the Vatican. They're doing alright for themselves.

I also went to a former resident's house today, where six twenty somethings who like to drink are sure to make a crazy mess of a very nice house. Their rent is ~200 a month each, too. Anyway, I shouldn't have been there, and I definitely should not have stayed for as long as I did, but it felt like summer to be sitting on the porch while the meat sizzled on the grill, and music trickled through the air. It rained as well, a soft warm misting of water pushed through on a gentle wind. I almost forgot to be worried. I almost forgot that life exists outside of friendships, that there is always work to be done.

Oh, right! The meaning of the title of this post. Girls, there is this crazy cute boy I met at what can simply be called the Midwest queer conference, and we've been texting. He finally added me on Facebook -- sometimes it takes a boy forever to do what you want -- and now that I'm available, the flirting is in full swing. Anyway, he almost always ends a conversation, texting or real life, with some form of depressing parting words. Last time we chatted he told me not to die of sleep apnea. The time before he told me not to die of a meth overdose. I must tell you, I had not considered doing either of those things. The boy is all sorts of odd, which, you might have been able to guess by now, is why I like him.

Peace out , Crazies,

~Pat

Wait...what?

You guys.

We're so crazy (how crazy? SO CRAZY) that we decided to make a blog documenting our adventures in being crazy at 2:00 in the morning.

Basically we've been talking about how our lives need to be recorded and made into a soap opera/sitcom for the past year, because it's so true. We have awesome and hilarious and dramatic lives, and you're going to want to hear about them. We're just providing a public service, really.

I've started using the tag #crazygirladventures to describe my life lately - last week included multiple anxiety attacks and afternoons spent in bed or maniacally working out - and I guess Pat liked it and decided it should become a thing. So now it's a thing!

This post was a long, drawn-out way of saying hello and enjoy.

~ Ali

Welcome!

Hey all,

Welcome to the adventures of Pat and Ali, the craziest tame gurls you'll ever meet. We avoid homework and gossip about life. Stay tuned for updates on my trip to Kansas City and my first ever drag show experience.

~Pat