oh incahooties...how i miss you so!

ok so i think i'm going to start an "i miss incahoots" group on facebook, because i'm prety sure i'm not alone in my feelings here. i miss that dirty, sleazy, cheap ass place we once called home.
i miss having that friday night default all throughout college.
i miss seeing that sloppy drunk girl try and dance on the stage.
i miss being that sloppy drunk girl trying to dance on stage.
i miss hangover wednesdays.
i miss break dance fights.
i miss actual gang fights!
i miss seeing tyler hagstrom get kicked out every week.
i miss parking lot drinking.
i miss making fun of friends who made out on the dance floor.
i miss making out on the dance floor??
i miss ghetto night.
i miss 80's night.
i miss helping kelly figure her outfit every week.
i miss the annoying camera guy.
i miss the bathroom conversations with random girls.
i miss the alberto's after party.
i miss the guaranteed craziness it brought us each week.

if i become rich and famous one day....i am buying that building. that nasty nasty building.
without a doubt!

the good, the bad, and the ugly.

things that happened to shannon last week:
1. her company went out of business.
2. she got laid off.
3. her sister turned 21!
4. she went to hollywood for the weekend.
5. she scored a 123 in crunk bowling!
6. two random girls asked to be friends with her, because she obviously rules.
7. she went clubbing with her sibs.
8. she got to drive her brother's really really fast car!
9. she got a personal serenade by some kick ass musicians!
10. oh yeah, and she's no loner friends with trista milanovich...

true story.

shannon hill's top ten vids of '08:

10. the bitch documentaries.
*featuring trista milanovich, shannon hill, and "drally" somewhere in the background.



8. mastercard "we want the funk" commercial.
*featuring shan's favorite commercial of all time.



7. premonition trailor "melanie and nick style"
*featuring my brother's girlfriend molly, made by some crazy days of our lives fan.



6. & 5. "drunk history" volumes 1 & 2.
*featuring micheal cera, clark duke, and jack black all acting out different history stories being re-told by a drunk narrarator's perspective.




4. a fan-made beaver montage.
*featuring a ton of scenes with my brother (as the beaver in greek), put together by some crazy polish fan with too much time on his hands.



3. clark and micheal's "live linxxx dating tape"
*featuring a 20-year-old clark duke and a 17-year-old micheal cera (aka the love of my life) making a online dating mockumentary.



2. the twilight movie trailor.
*featuring rob pattinson (and a few other people that don't really matter right?), because he is just too damn hot. geez.




ANDDDDDD THE NUMBER ONE SPOT GOES TO................

1. drinking out of cups.
*featuring the audio of an east coast druggie tripping on acid in a closet by himself, and an animated lizard to interpret his incoherent speech.

i think you should try this.

try listening to the radio on your way to work today.
that's right, i said RADIO. so turn off your ipod you spoiled brats, and see what kind of adventures the radio takes you on down memory lane.
it's honestly my favorite part of the day....my 30 minute drive to work each morning where i blast the most random tunes the radio stations in fresno can provide me.
it's amazing how each song reminds you of someone or something or some time. every single song. and the best part about it, is that you never know what the next song will be...what old memories will be resurfaced...and what people you'll be remined of and want to text the very next second so they know you're thinking of them.
so i tried it one day last week. every song that came on the radio on my drive to work....i texted whomever it reminded me of...and ya know what....it totally made my day better. i ended up texting back in forth with like 4 of my friends that i hadn't seen or talked to in awhile. and now i've made it a ritual. what's funny is the timing of things like these....it's like God knows exactly who i need to talk to make my day better, and who needs a little reminder call that i still care about them, so he sends me these little hints through the radio or something...haha.
i know that sounds really cheesy, but it's been true for me. so how are you supposed to listen for life's little nudges if you listen to the same cd everyday? expand your mind kids! and TUNE IN!

life after college? more like death after college...

so for months i searched high and low for a "grown up" job to kick me out of the broke and unorganized slump i was suffering from post-graduation. i thought what i needed (there i go again, thinking i know what's best for me) was a structured, 9-6, monday-friday, office job. seems understandable right? i've been sleeping in like every morning all summer and accomplished a whole lot of nothing since i've been home, so some structure in my life would be good, right?
HAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
boy i am so stupid sometimes. in what world could i, shannon hill, excel to the best of my abilities, in a CUBICLE?!?!?
i've been at my new job [Dan Gamel RV, Corporate Call Center Receptionist] for about 2 and a half weeks now and i'm bored to tears already. yeah, and for those of you that actually KNOW me, you were probably dying laughing as you read my job title, because it clearly is not shannon material. i can't sit still for more than two seconds without the urge to have a dance party, take a roadtrip, or perform a stand-up rountine on top of the fireplace. (o:
so here i am, sitting. and sitting. "Thank you for calling dan gamel's rv centers, this is Shannon! how may i direct your call?" and sitting some more. my office even has myspace and facebook blocked from the web! i'm having to write this blog at home right now, even though i've been in front of a computer all day long...cruel and unusual punishment i tell you.
so how do i survive? i make jokes with old people on the phone, sqeeze the crap out that pink stress ball, and stare at pictures of rob pattinson all day. that's how. and until some airline agrees that i would be a great asset to their in-flight team, here i stay...to rot, and whine, in this crual joke of town called fresno.

go figure.

i was going along just fine, talking to him a few times a month, for the past 3 years. i missed him, but our lives were on two different levels, let alone two different countries for so long, that it was more like a long distance pen pal than the solid presence in my life that he once was.

but then he came to visit.


how is it that you don't realize how much you miss someone, and how much you need someone, until you see them again?


and how is it fair, or right, for someone to come back into your life, just to have to yank themselves back out 2 weeks later?


well, the 2 weeks are officially up. he left my house at 4am to go back home today.


how is it even possible that after less than 24 hours, i miss him more now than i have in the past 3 years combined? i managed to have an amazing, exciting, and fun-filled college experience without seeing him during any of that time, but now, for some reason, i wonder how i made it from day to day.


silly me, i thought a nice visit would be a great idea. silly me, it was more like a teaser.


tyler lives in mexico. get that through your head shannon. he doesn't live here anymore, he can't live here anymore, and you can't live there. it's not going to work out. not now. so stop getting excited when you have a fun night together, because it's not going to last. he'll be gone again in 2 weeks, and you'll end up feeling more alone than you've ever felt.





so this is why they say that hind-sight is 20-20 huh? go figure.

my sidekick. my bestie. my heart.

i hope you enjoyed your vaca here. i hope you have happy and content feelings and emotions like you're supposed to have after vacations, BECAUSE I CERTAINLY DON'T!

move back please. i'm a mess here without you.

robbie rob rob.

i'd like to take a moment of silence for the sexiest man alive.

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ok good. now moving on...

i had an interview today. ya know, for another one of those grown up jobs that i've been applying all summer for. and monday morning i will recieve a phone call, most likely informing me that they went with another, more experienced candidate.

you'd think that after 4 months of rejection i'd get used to the idea...that i would learn to not get my hopes up for each interview, and i would just quit applying for jobs all together and join the san francisco street bum union or something....

well ladies and gentlemen, here's a news flash for ya: i'm an idiot.

i'm the classic woman that aims too high. i want anything and everything that is just out of reach for me. i want a job that i don't deserve. i want people to see in me some great potential that i'm probably not capable of. i want to live in a fancy city. i want money to never be an issue for me. i want to go sledding in july. i want to be 19. i want to experience each new and exciting college memory all over again. i want to travel the world. i want to weigh about hundred pounds less than i feel right now. i want to roller skate over speed bumps. i want edward cullen to be real. and i want him - to want me. i want clarity. i want certainty. i want things i cannot have.

so what does this all mean...where's the line between: having high hopes - and aiming too high? learning to be content - and settling?

it's a thin line if you ask me;

and i'm big fool.