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Saturday, December 31, 2011
As "Noel" I can get.
Gray jeans.
Chelsea boots.
Big ol obnoxious ring.
I miss my Noel haircut.
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My patience rides thin.
I don't know why, but my patience just broke like a twigglet today. The littlest thing can piss me off and it did. I may have gotten too carried away and deleted a conversation simply because I was annoyed. I don't know. I just want to smash anyone's face in with a brick.
Also, if you're going to use Tumblr elements outside of Tumblr, don't.
Also, if you're going to use Tumblr elements outside of Tumblr, don't.
Friday, December 30, 2011
Yesterday was a nice day, but today...
It just went fuck all down the drain.
Hopefully tomorrow night will brighten my new year.
Hopefully tomorrow night will brighten my new year.
Alright... enough deep, long posts.
http://www.tmz.com/2011/12/30/katy-perry-divorce-russell-brand/?adid=hero1
I'm satisfied with the results of their three year romance. I saw this coming and let me be nice and say Katy Perry deserves someone else more suiting to her lifestyle and Russell deserves Noel.
I'm satisfied with the results of their three year romance. I saw this coming and let me be nice and say Katy Perry deserves someone else more suiting to her lifestyle and Russell deserves Noel.
Top moments of 2011
As uneventful this year felt, I think it was still a very special one. So, here is a list of my most special moments of this year.
1. New Year's Eve 2010
Okay, so my year started off pretty great. Every year before that I had a shitty NYE. So, I welcomed 2011 with some of my closest friends. I was truly happy that night. I don't know why, but it was just constant happiness all night until the morning. Perhaps it was because we were all drunk off our tits.
2. Graduation
Yes, I graduated from high school this year. Did I change? Not really. If anything, I'm still as much as a dickhead as I was in high school. Only, I'd like to think my music taste has grown substantially better. I had my moments when I knew I wasn't going to make it across the stage. I don't know how it happened, but it did. They let me graduate, though I know most high schools would've just left me back due to my overwhelming amount of cutting school and failing grades during sophomore year. I don't think I've ever been so proud of myself when I walked across that stage. It felt good because I know I busted my ass during junior year and really tried to help myself during senior year. Also, let's just be honest here, I had summer school every summer of my high school career and guess what? I went one summer and got the credits I needed. I graduated and I'm really proud of that. I mean, I still have to kind of pay for it in college right now. I have to work twice as hard now.
3. Atlantic City with Rosa
Rosa really stepped up as a friend this year. I've known her since freshman year of high school and it took us a while to really become friends. It was during the summer before senior year in summer school. I think we bonded over the fact that we both like The Dear & Departed (I think that's the name of the band...) and we shared a mutual level of humor. Then senior year came and we started getting closer. Then we graduated and she was one of the few that still wanted to hang out after high school. So we hung out nearly every day and I asked her to go to AC with me and my family. This was possibly one of the funnest trips there ever. We went on the boardwalk, played on the beach, went to the funfair, harassed Phillip, Ronald and William, and ordered a shitload of room service food. We went to the pool and saw Michael "Mak" and we went to Seaside Heights.
4. Great Wolf Lodge
I went with family friends and Vanessa to this indoor water park. It was a shitload of fun. Though I was moody all throughout it, it was fun. We went on the water coasters and slides. I tried tanning (and failed) and we chilled at the pool. We watched movies and Doctor Who in the hotel and horseback riding. Vanessa too has become a big part of my life and family. Even though we're not related by blood, we are close enough to be sisters. We've fought, we laughed, we cried, and loved each other more than any year before the last year. She's an essential part of my life and I'm glad our families are close because I can bring her with me anywhere in the world. (By the way, I heard we're going to China together this summer!)
5. Water Fight at my house/ Hide and Seek/ Barbeque Sleepover
Along with going places with my girls this summer, I also had a lot of fun with my guys and Gigi. We had a fun repeat of last summer. Shrinny and Gigi came over to my house frequently, with the lovely addition of Wilson and Becky. The water fight at my house with them, Johnny, and Sergio was fun as hell, though I threw a bucket at Gigi (Sorry. ♥) and the hide and seek every night my parents weren't home was hauntingly fun. Every time I go to the basement in the dark, I expect Wilson or Shrinny to pull my leg and jump out. The BBQ was great. Shirley with her pineapples and Shrinny bringing Daro's. The sleepover, in which we all pulled out the BBQ pit and roasted marshmallows. It was all great fun and I realized now that we're all in college, some of that stuff might not happen anytime soon. These were some of the best moments of my year and I love these guys.
6. Matt Nathanson Show
This is my third favorite show ever. I've never fallen in love with someone's music as quick as I did with Matt Nathanson's. He's a brilliant musician. Funny, good looking and a talent to die for and I went with Rosa! Though we got hopelessly lost, we got there, on time, still able to be at the barricade, feet away from Matt himself. The show was flawless. Perfect jokes and perfect songs. Also, Vanessa Carlton opened, which was a little weird, but whatever. Matt covered "Little Red Corvette" and I cried a little. When the show ended, it was raining, but neither of us cared. We ran in the rain trying to hail a taxi, but my parents came to our aid eventually. Amazing night.
7. Tim Minchin Show
This is my second favorite show ever. I missed two shows I really wanted to go to this year, but TIM MINCHIN was coming and I wasn't going to let that opportunity slip. So, I went to Rosa and saw one of my biggest idols. This man is so much funnier than I thought he was. It was witty, smart, offensive, hilarious, and it all sounded great. I love Tim. Some of the things he says are the basis of how I live part of my life. Being able to see him is a privilege and being part of that crowd when we sang "Hallelujah" was one of the best times of my life.
8. Driving Rob's car
Can I just say, this was possibly one of the scariest moments of my entire life? Turns out, I don't plan on ever driving ever again. Rob let me drive his car down the street and it was not a good idea. With Jeremy in the backseat and Rob in the passenger, I've never been more nervous before. I am not a good driver and I kept braking and putting the car in park because I knew I was going to crash if I didn't. Rob would put it back in drive and tell me to drive at 10 MPH. So, this went on for ten, fifteen minutes around the block. Never again, but it was one of best moments of this year because I kept laughing and there were tears in my eyes, which made it ever more dangerous.
So, here's to 2011. It was a good year. There were very few events, but the moments that count were some of the best I've had. Let's hope next year is as memorable as this one.
1. New Year's Eve 2010
Okay, so my year started off pretty great. Every year before that I had a shitty NYE. So, I welcomed 2011 with some of my closest friends. I was truly happy that night. I don't know why, but it was just constant happiness all night until the morning. Perhaps it was because we were all drunk off our tits.
2. Graduation
Yes, I graduated from high school this year. Did I change? Not really. If anything, I'm still as much as a dickhead as I was in high school. Only, I'd like to think my music taste has grown substantially better. I had my moments when I knew I wasn't going to make it across the stage. I don't know how it happened, but it did. They let me graduate, though I know most high schools would've just left me back due to my overwhelming amount of cutting school and failing grades during sophomore year. I don't think I've ever been so proud of myself when I walked across that stage. It felt good because I know I busted my ass during junior year and really tried to help myself during senior year. Also, let's just be honest here, I had summer school every summer of my high school career and guess what? I went one summer and got the credits I needed. I graduated and I'm really proud of that. I mean, I still have to kind of pay for it in college right now. I have to work twice as hard now.
3. Atlantic City with Rosa
Rosa really stepped up as a friend this year. I've known her since freshman year of high school and it took us a while to really become friends. It was during the summer before senior year in summer school. I think we bonded over the fact that we both like The Dear & Departed (I think that's the name of the band...) and we shared a mutual level of humor. Then senior year came and we started getting closer. Then we graduated and she was one of the few that still wanted to hang out after high school. So we hung out nearly every day and I asked her to go to AC with me and my family. This was possibly one of the funnest trips there ever. We went on the boardwalk, played on the beach, went to the funfair, harassed Phillip, Ronald and William, and ordered a shitload of room service food. We went to the pool and saw Michael "Mak" and we went to Seaside Heights.
4. Great Wolf Lodge
I went with family friends and Vanessa to this indoor water park. It was a shitload of fun. Though I was moody all throughout it, it was fun. We went on the water coasters and slides. I tried tanning (and failed) and we chilled at the pool. We watched movies and Doctor Who in the hotel and horseback riding. Vanessa too has become a big part of my life and family. Even though we're not related by blood, we are close enough to be sisters. We've fought, we laughed, we cried, and loved each other more than any year before the last year. She's an essential part of my life and I'm glad our families are close because I can bring her with me anywhere in the world. (By the way, I heard we're going to China together this summer!)
5. Water Fight at my house/ Hide and Seek/ Barbeque Sleepover
Along with going places with my girls this summer, I also had a lot of fun with my guys and Gigi. We had a fun repeat of last summer. Shrinny and Gigi came over to my house frequently, with the lovely addition of Wilson and Becky. The water fight at my house with them, Johnny, and Sergio was fun as hell, though I threw a bucket at Gigi (Sorry. ♥) and the hide and seek every night my parents weren't home was hauntingly fun. Every time I go to the basement in the dark, I expect Wilson or Shrinny to pull my leg and jump out. The BBQ was great. Shirley with her pineapples and Shrinny bringing Daro's. The sleepover, in which we all pulled out the BBQ pit and roasted marshmallows. It was all great fun and I realized now that we're all in college, some of that stuff might not happen anytime soon. These were some of the best moments of my year and I love these guys.
6. Matt Nathanson Show
This is my third favorite show ever. I've never fallen in love with someone's music as quick as I did with Matt Nathanson's. He's a brilliant musician. Funny, good looking and a talent to die for and I went with Rosa! Though we got hopelessly lost, we got there, on time, still able to be at the barricade, feet away from Matt himself. The show was flawless. Perfect jokes and perfect songs. Also, Vanessa Carlton opened, which was a little weird, but whatever. Matt covered "Little Red Corvette" and I cried a little. When the show ended, it was raining, but neither of us cared. We ran in the rain trying to hail a taxi, but my parents came to our aid eventually. Amazing night.
7. Tim Minchin Show
This is my second favorite show ever. I missed two shows I really wanted to go to this year, but TIM MINCHIN was coming and I wasn't going to let that opportunity slip. So, I went to Rosa and saw one of my biggest idols. This man is so much funnier than I thought he was. It was witty, smart, offensive, hilarious, and it all sounded great. I love Tim. Some of the things he says are the basis of how I live part of my life. Being able to see him is a privilege and being part of that crowd when we sang "Hallelujah" was one of the best times of my life.
8. Driving Rob's car
Can I just say, this was possibly one of the scariest moments of my entire life? Turns out, I don't plan on ever driving ever again. Rob let me drive his car down the street and it was not a good idea. With Jeremy in the backseat and Rob in the passenger, I've never been more nervous before. I am not a good driver and I kept braking and putting the car in park because I knew I was going to crash if I didn't. Rob would put it back in drive and tell me to drive at 10 MPH. So, this went on for ten, fifteen minutes around the block. Never again, but it was one of best moments of this year because I kept laughing and there were tears in my eyes, which made it ever more dangerous.
So, here's to 2011. It was a good year. There were very few events, but the moments that count were some of the best I've had. Let's hope next year is as memorable as this one.
Emo time.
I think people who are ever attracted to me (friendship-wise, lesser or more) are only looking at me from afar. Their point of view of me is great; this fun, loud person, who's artistic and blah fucking blah bullshit. Then, they take a closer look when I let them to come close enough and all they can think is, "Ugh, no thanks. What a depressing, unfunny, boring person." I guess that's why people don't ever stay for long.
I'm only myself around certain people. I just freeze up into this quiet person and I always get asked "Hey, you alright? Why're you sad?"
As Alex Turner puts it, "I'm not miserable, it's just me face." (I'm only miserable sometimes.) I am however, fucking pathetic socially. That's why I have a shitload of acquaintances and only drink and party with the same four, five people. I can't get past icebreakers and that's my downfall. After icebreakers, I realize the kind of people I like are a very specific breed of people.
I guess I'm doing better than before high school and during the first era of high school. Man, I was fucking depressed during that time. Let's not get into that, but anyway, I don't know. I feel like everyone I come in contact with recently isn't really that... special. I mean, they're special, obviously, but they hold no important attributes as a person I'd like to know. I don't know whether it's because I've managed to isolate myself to the point where only certain traits of a person is acceptable or because everyone's just becoming dull as fuck because I've basically met people of every kind of shitbox, shitty people to those with feigned self-inducted sainthood.
People are now just too sleazy or too perfect. There's no middle ground anymore. I don't know if it's because of the school I went to the last four years and environment I was growing up in that has caused me to prejudge people's attitude by the way they talk, walk, and hold themselves. That's probably why I said, "I hate her/him" more than I said "I like her/him" my whole life.
Also, there's the trust factor. I've been fucked over so much because I'm the kind of person that surpasses giving a second chance. I've given a shitload of chances to every individual that has even done me over and in the end, they never deserved it in the first place. There's a reason why I don't talk to many people anymore. They either don't have the balls to admit they're wrong or they try to hard to mask the fact they were just as fucked up as the next guy. There will be traces of everything you do in your whole entire lifetime. Even if you forget when you're 74 and you can't even remember your own name, someone else will remember and if you did it to me, it's probably on paper.
That is why I don't let anyone in too close, unless they've let me into their lives. There has to be mutual trust and honesty. I can't just tell people things anymore that are deeper in my secret vault than things they've let out. I don't know if it's because I like the idea of collateral or if I'm just a sick grudge-holding bastard. I just need something to hold against you if you have something held against me. Everyone knows a knife fight isn't fair when one of us has a gun.
I guess I'm really lucky to have met the people that I talk to every day. They're honestly very good hearted people. Sure, there's a couple things that I have to turn the cheek to and keep my mouth shut about, but look, if they haven't fucked you over and you've known them for this long, you can trust them. At least, with most things. I'm fucking difficult to comply and interact with. I tip my hat to you if you're still sticking around after a couple years.
I'm only myself around certain people. I just freeze up into this quiet person and I always get asked "Hey, you alright? Why're you sad?"
As Alex Turner puts it, "I'm not miserable, it's just me face." (I'm only miserable sometimes.) I am however, fucking pathetic socially. That's why I have a shitload of acquaintances and only drink and party with the same four, five people. I can't get past icebreakers and that's my downfall. After icebreakers, I realize the kind of people I like are a very specific breed of people.
I guess I'm doing better than before high school and during the first era of high school. Man, I was fucking depressed during that time. Let's not get into that, but anyway, I don't know. I feel like everyone I come in contact with recently isn't really that... special. I mean, they're special, obviously, but they hold no important attributes as a person I'd like to know. I don't know whether it's because I've managed to isolate myself to the point where only certain traits of a person is acceptable or because everyone's just becoming dull as fuck because I've basically met people of every kind of shitbox, shitty people to those with feigned self-inducted sainthood.
People are now just too sleazy or too perfect. There's no middle ground anymore. I don't know if it's because of the school I went to the last four years and environment I was growing up in that has caused me to prejudge people's attitude by the way they talk, walk, and hold themselves. That's probably why I said, "I hate her/him" more than I said "I like her/him" my whole life.
Also, there's the trust factor. I've been fucked over so much because I'm the kind of person that surpasses giving a second chance. I've given a shitload of chances to every individual that has even done me over and in the end, they never deserved it in the first place. There's a reason why I don't talk to many people anymore. They either don't have the balls to admit they're wrong or they try to hard to mask the fact they were just as fucked up as the next guy. There will be traces of everything you do in your whole entire lifetime. Even if you forget when you're 74 and you can't even remember your own name, someone else will remember and if you did it to me, it's probably on paper.
That is why I don't let anyone in too close, unless they've let me into their lives. There has to be mutual trust and honesty. I can't just tell people things anymore that are deeper in my secret vault than things they've let out. I don't know if it's because I like the idea of collateral or if I'm just a sick grudge-holding bastard. I just need something to hold against you if you have something held against me. Everyone knows a knife fight isn't fair when one of us has a gun.
I guess I'm really lucky to have met the people that I talk to every day. They're honestly very good hearted people. Sure, there's a couple things that I have to turn the cheek to and keep my mouth shut about, but look, if they haven't fucked you over and you've known them for this long, you can trust them. At least, with most things. I'm fucking difficult to comply and interact with. I tip my hat to you if you're still sticking around after a couple years.
Puppy.
I think I'm getting one. I'm about 59 percent sure.
I really hope I do so I can get over my fear of dogs.
I really hope I do so I can get over my fear of dogs.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Running Joke about 12 million dollars.
Alright, so Alex Turner's "worth" (I forget the proper term) is 12 million dollars, which is about 8 mil. Euros. I keep calling him 12 million dollars and it's a running joke between me, my mom, and a handful of people who had to witness my sick obsession with Turner. I had a conversation with my mom today. I keep telling her I only love Alex Turner because he's rich and I love money and you know, fuck music. (This isn't true. I'm good with twenty bucks for a month, really.) So, the conversation went like this:
Me: You know, I'd still marry him (Alex) if he was ugly. You know, for the money.
Mom: You've got a problem.
Me: But 12 million dollars can fix all those problems.
Mom: ...
Me: You know, I think I would marry a 95 year old man and wait for him to die just so I can get all his money.
Mom: Yeah right, I wish! As if you're that lucky.
See, my point is, my mom will overlook my horrible, crude plans and support them for the $$monehhh$$.
It's in the genes, guys.
Me: You know, I'd still marry him (Alex) if he was ugly. You know, for the money.
Mom: You've got a problem.
Me: But 12 million dollars can fix all those problems.
Mom: ...
Me: You know, I think I would marry a 95 year old man and wait for him to die just so I can get all his money.
Mom: Yeah right, I wish! As if you're that lucky.
See, my point is, my mom will overlook my horrible, crude plans and support them for the $$monehhh$$.
It's in the genes, guys.
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
I am watching At The Apollo
At a window shattering volume to drown out my annoyance of some of my sister's friends. It's just like two, three people though.
Also, they talk too loud. Like, go home or go out to the club or something. I'm trying to actually work on something. Yeah, I'm drawing and also trying to transpose guitar tabs to piano notes.
Also, I'm talking to Rob and arguing about how the next Doctor should be Noel Fielding. He called Noel a ladyboy and said that the Doctor would not take that shit. Slightly disappointed in his choice of words.
Also, they talk too loud. Like, go home or go out to the club or something. I'm trying to actually work on something. Yeah, I'm drawing and also trying to transpose guitar tabs to piano notes.
Also, I'm talking to Rob and arguing about how the next Doctor should be Noel Fielding. He called Noel a ladyboy and said that the Doctor would not take that shit. Slightly disappointed in his choice of words.
My house...
Perhaps people need to find somewhere else to party next year because I am seriously fucking annoyed.
A little interlude from my break...
I'm so happy. I passed all my classes. Holy shit. How did I even get a B in that one class, I wouldn't know. I thought I was going to fail for sure!
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Top Five Musical Acts of the Year
With the year coming to an end, I'm bringing back my top fives. Starting with music tonight, my top five bands/artists of 2011 are:
1. The Horrors
Of course The Horrors are in the top five. They're my favorite band. After the devastation which was EOTC's break up, I'd never thought music could touch me as deeply again. These guys made music that is not only absolutely listenable and have lyrics that has gotten through my tough membrane, but they've made "smart" music. Using techniques in "Skying" like no other and out there, they've really won me over this year. These guys are genuinely in it for themselves. They keep making bold moves, which is exciting. They don't give a shit whether you like it or not, which makes it for me. They're not afraid of bad feedback because they are confident that they are good. They are and that's perfect for me. I think it's hard for band to actually be confident about their music, which means they end up sounding the same. The Horrors? Never that.
2. The Strokes
Can I just say that "Angles" was one of the best albums this year? I loved it. This is one album I can put on repeat for days. Have you heard "Machu Picchu"? No? I suggest you get your ass on YouTube right now. Regardless of the lukewarm reviews, they've really reinvented themselves from their past records and they continue to do so. Sure, there is no major tour for this record, but I heard they're already planning a new album.
3. Matt Nathanson
Alright, I wasn't much of a fan before this summer, but Rosa has converted me. Matt Nathanson is truly an amazing musician and song writer. He's funny and his voice is just brilliant. It's really easy to overlook the little guy with the guitar when everyone else is distracted by the glitz and glamour of the likes of Ke$ha. No, Matt is truly talented and I'm so glad I got to fall in love with him at one of his shows. He symbolizes more than just his music, but the strong friendship me and Rosa formed this year. It's a strong bond and I really do love her like a sister.
4. The Script
Yes, yes, this is another one that Rosa brought me. The Script are another musical act, like Matt Nathanson that make brilliant and honest music. Yes, they're pretty big, but only because of their hits. There are barely any songs of theirs that I don't like. Rosa again has taught me to look at music in a whole different way. Their lyrics at first look may be the simple heartbreak lyrics, but they're not. These lyrics have delve deeper into not just love, but family and faith. They touch on such emotional subjects without having to get ugly, which is such a beautiful thing.
5. Arctic Monkeys
Lastly, Arctic Monkeys. If you know me, you should know by now that I judge too quickly. A few years ago, I heard "I Bet You Look Good On The Dance Floor" and prejudged before listening to the whole song. I tapped back into AM this year and found myself falling in love with every song by them. You know that honeymoon phase when you fall in love with a band for the first time and the first few months are the months you take your time listening to everything they've ever made? Watching every interview and backstage gags? I'm in that euphoric state right now and it's the best feeling ever. I'm glad I snubbed them back then, to be honest. The younger me wouldn't have really understood this band as well as I do now. I'm still processing everything since my obsession is fairly fresh. These guys are really good at making music and the more double meanings or hidden meanings there are to music, the more I'd love to try to decipher it to my own understanding.
1. The Horrors
Of course The Horrors are in the top five. They're my favorite band. After the devastation which was EOTC's break up, I'd never thought music could touch me as deeply again. These guys made music that is not only absolutely listenable and have lyrics that has gotten through my tough membrane, but they've made "smart" music. Using techniques in "Skying" like no other and out there, they've really won me over this year. These guys are genuinely in it for themselves. They keep making bold moves, which is exciting. They don't give a shit whether you like it or not, which makes it for me. They're not afraid of bad feedback because they are confident that they are good. They are and that's perfect for me. I think it's hard for band to actually be confident about their music, which means they end up sounding the same. The Horrors? Never that.
2. The Strokes
Can I just say that "Angles" was one of the best albums this year? I loved it. This is one album I can put on repeat for days. Have you heard "Machu Picchu"? No? I suggest you get your ass on YouTube right now. Regardless of the lukewarm reviews, they've really reinvented themselves from their past records and they continue to do so. Sure, there is no major tour for this record, but I heard they're already planning a new album.
3. Matt Nathanson
Alright, I wasn't much of a fan before this summer, but Rosa has converted me. Matt Nathanson is truly an amazing musician and song writer. He's funny and his voice is just brilliant. It's really easy to overlook the little guy with the guitar when everyone else is distracted by the glitz and glamour of the likes of Ke$ha. No, Matt is truly talented and I'm so glad I got to fall in love with him at one of his shows. He symbolizes more than just his music, but the strong friendship me and Rosa formed this year. It's a strong bond and I really do love her like a sister.
4. The Script
Yes, yes, this is another one that Rosa brought me. The Script are another musical act, like Matt Nathanson that make brilliant and honest music. Yes, they're pretty big, but only because of their hits. There are barely any songs of theirs that I don't like. Rosa again has taught me to look at music in a whole different way. Their lyrics at first look may be the simple heartbreak lyrics, but they're not. These lyrics have delve deeper into not just love, but family and faith. They touch on such emotional subjects without having to get ugly, which is such a beautiful thing.
5. Arctic Monkeys
Lastly, Arctic Monkeys. If you know me, you should know by now that I judge too quickly. A few years ago, I heard "I Bet You Look Good On The Dance Floor" and prejudged before listening to the whole song. I tapped back into AM this year and found myself falling in love with every song by them. You know that honeymoon phase when you fall in love with a band for the first time and the first few months are the months you take your time listening to everything they've ever made? Watching every interview and backstage gags? I'm in that euphoric state right now and it's the best feeling ever. I'm glad I snubbed them back then, to be honest. The younger me wouldn't have really understood this band as well as I do now. I'm still processing everything since my obsession is fairly fresh. These guys are really good at making music and the more double meanings or hidden meanings there are to music, the more I'd love to try to decipher it to my own understanding.
Monday, December 26, 2011
Trip log.
So, there are a lack of photos on this trip. I went to PA for Christmas, but stayed in Long Island on Christmas Eve. If I do find any pictures, I'll share later.
Alright, so I didn't snowboard and ski, which is pretty shitty because I had to spend six hours doing nothing, but watching movies as everyone else went skiing and snowboarding. There are several reasons for this:
1. I felt a little under the weather.
2. I managed to hurt my ankle getting in and out of the car because William forgot to open the backseat for me to get out.
3. Last year I almost killed my Uncle Dennis by rolling down the mountain into him and a school of children.
So, I was staying true to the "it's better being safe than sorry" idea. So I did nothing, but eat, watch a shit load if IT Crowd and watch after everyone else's stuff. I got a bit restless by the fourth hour, but whatever. We went to the hotel, got too many cups of free hot chocolate (which honestly, I overindulged on. I went back to the lobby six times for hot chocolate until four AM!) and settled in.
We had hot pot for dinner inside the hotel room, which was delicious and brilliant. They brought so much food. Ugh. There's a couple things I can't resist. Hot pot is one of them. Sushi is another. I didn't get the latter, but I WILL this week.
Anyway, the night ended pretty early for Kelly (I've called her NuJoisy on here), her siblings and her two other buddies. William, Ron, Amelia and I stayed up in the hotel room, watching (or half-watching) movies. We tried ordering pizza, but it was the saddest thing when Amelia called and found out they were closed, so we kept going downstairs to the vending machines to get chips and free hot chocolate. The parents went out to the casino (of course) and came back. Realizing that the larger rooms were taken since the kids were sleeping, they decided to play some poker downstairs in the lobby.
The next morning, we had some breakfast and we were on our way to the outlet mall. I bought some shoes from Nine West. That one store at that one outlet mall is possibly the best one. Every time we've been here, I've gone home with shoes because they're always on sale.
The trip home was fun. We kept blasting Justin Bieber (to the silent misery to William) and Drake. It was a nice day, but I passed out as soon as I got home because the previous night, Ronald decided to be an idiot and disturb everyone until four, five AM.
It was a good Christmas. I however, enjoyed the Long Island trip more. Seeing Melissa was good and Jessie was there. I believe Jess had a better Christmas day though. She always does.
Well, that's it. Happy Holidays, everyone.
Alright, so I didn't snowboard and ski, which is pretty shitty because I had to spend six hours doing nothing, but watching movies as everyone else went skiing and snowboarding. There are several reasons for this:
1. I felt a little under the weather.
2. I managed to hurt my ankle getting in and out of the car because William forgot to open the backseat for me to get out.
3. Last year I almost killed my Uncle Dennis by rolling down the mountain into him and a school of children.
So, I was staying true to the "it's better being safe than sorry" idea. So I did nothing, but eat, watch a shit load if IT Crowd and watch after everyone else's stuff. I got a bit restless by the fourth hour, but whatever. We went to the hotel, got too many cups of free hot chocolate (which honestly, I overindulged on. I went back to the lobby six times for hot chocolate until four AM!) and settled in.
We had hot pot for dinner inside the hotel room, which was delicious and brilliant. They brought so much food. Ugh. There's a couple things I can't resist. Hot pot is one of them. Sushi is another. I didn't get the latter, but I WILL this week.
Anyway, the night ended pretty early for Kelly (I've called her NuJoisy on here), her siblings and her two other buddies. William, Ron, Amelia and I stayed up in the hotel room, watching (or half-watching) movies. We tried ordering pizza, but it was the saddest thing when Amelia called and found out they were closed, so we kept going downstairs to the vending machines to get chips and free hot chocolate. The parents went out to the casino (of course) and came back. Realizing that the larger rooms were taken since the kids were sleeping, they decided to play some poker downstairs in the lobby.
The next morning, we had some breakfast and we were on our way to the outlet mall. I bought some shoes from Nine West. That one store at that one outlet mall is possibly the best one. Every time we've been here, I've gone home with shoes because they're always on sale.
The trip home was fun. We kept blasting Justin Bieber (to the silent misery to William) and Drake. It was a nice day, but I passed out as soon as I got home because the previous night, Ronald decided to be an idiot and disturb everyone until four, five AM.
It was a good Christmas. I however, enjoyed the Long Island trip more. Seeing Melissa was good and Jessie was there. I believe Jess had a better Christmas day though. She always does.
Well, that's it. Happy Holidays, everyone.
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Pennsylvania
Im in Scranton, PA right now for Christmas. Due to my fear of falling off mountains and dying, I opted out of snowboarding and skiing. Fortunately, I was accompanied by my iPad. So far, I've been bored out of my mind, playing Fruit Ninja and watching videos of my 12 million dollars. Yes, I don't expect you to know what that means, but if you're on here enough, you'll find out. The view here is quite nice though. It's good to be surrounded by trees and mountains rather than buildings and obnoxious people. Well, the obnoxious factor hasn't changed. The amount of annoying people here is mind fucking. It kills me.
Saturday, December 24, 2011
I love Rosa.
So, yesterday, (seeing that it's 2 AM right now) Rosa came over for a pre-Christmas lunch/hang out day. It was much needed because I love hanging out with her.
We went to Tomo and ate some sushi and then went back to my place to watch her copy of The Script's Homecoming at the Aviva DVD. The first disc, brilliant. The second disc, AMAZING. Why? The first disc was the concert at the Aviva. The second disc was a documentary about the road to Aviva. On the road there, they stopped by New York and performed at Central Park. Who happened to go? Rosa.
She's in the DVD. When you get to the New York park, there will be several fans speaking. Some talking about the band's music and how they affect them, some, not so much. However, Rosa's tattoo is featured in it, as well as the trailer for the DVD. Turns out, they also put her fantastic speech in the DVD as well. She's the girl in the red who talks about The Script quite highly and to be honest, she put the words together quite beautifully. You should have seen her face. Best thing ever. This was the first time she watched it too. She waited until I was with her to watch it.
Anyway, it was overall a great day. I love Rosa. She's a brilliant friend and I hope she enjoys her holiday because she really deserves it.
We went to Tomo and ate some sushi and then went back to my place to watch her copy of The Script's Homecoming at the Aviva DVD. The first disc, brilliant. The second disc, AMAZING. Why? The first disc was the concert at the Aviva. The second disc was a documentary about the road to Aviva. On the road there, they stopped by New York and performed at Central Park. Who happened to go? Rosa.
She's in the DVD. When you get to the New York park, there will be several fans speaking. Some talking about the band's music and how they affect them, some, not so much. However, Rosa's tattoo is featured in it, as well as the trailer for the DVD. Turns out, they also put her fantastic speech in the DVD as well. She's the girl in the red who talks about The Script quite highly and to be honest, she put the words together quite beautifully. You should have seen her face. Best thing ever. This was the first time she watched it too. She waited until I was with her to watch it.
Anyway, it was overall a great day. I love Rosa. She's a brilliant friend and I hope she enjoys her holiday because she really deserves it.
Friday, December 23, 2011
Arctic Monkeys - 505
"But I crumble completely when you cry.
It seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye.
I'm always just about to go and spoil a surprise.
Take my hands off your eyes too soon."
♥
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Amy Winehouse's Posthumous album.
It's been out for a couple weeks, but I just can't go and get it. I don't know. I have a problem purchasing anything after someone is dead. What if she didn't want it released? Is it disrespectful to not buy it? Whose decision was it to even have it released... and so soon?
It just feels weird for me.
It just feels weird for me.
Noel Fielding
This is my drawing of Noel Fielding. It's up on my wall and every time I walk by, I feel like his eyes follow me. Try it. Move about in your seat. He's watching you.
Arctic Monkeys - Don Valley Bowl
I don't know why I waited so long to watch this. I wish they would release another DVD on the account I already have At The Apollo and it was brilliant.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Record of the Day...
The ROTD is on hold at the moment because all I listen to is Arctic Monkeys and at the moment, nothing can defer me from listening to them.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Tuesday Record
The Beatles' Abbey Road
Jessie bought this for me on my birthday. She said it was the record that every vinyl collector has to have in their collection. Indeed I do.
Jessie bought this for me on my birthday. She said it was the record that every vinyl collector has to have in their collection. Indeed I do.
Alright. First semester over.
Dear friends,
For the next month or so, DO NOT ASK ME ABOUT COLLEGE. I AM ON BREAK.
I finally finished my last final exam via Blackboard. It was the fastest I've ever finished an essay off the top of my head. Fingers crossed I passed.
For the next month or so, DO NOT ASK ME ABOUT COLLEGE. I AM ON BREAK.
I finally finished my last final exam via Blackboard. It was the fastest I've ever finished an essay off the top of my head. Fingers crossed I passed.
Monday, December 19, 2011
The Mighty Book of Boosh!
However, this book was well worth the wait. It cost me six bucks. Ten with tax, S&H, and all that.
I had taken a glimpse at this book digitally, but trust me, it's much better when you have it in your hands. You can't really appreciate it when you're looking at it on the screen.
This book is such a perfect book for a Boosh fan. I can't believe I waited so long to buy this, for months. Actually, a full year, I've been looking for places that sell it. The numerous Barnes and Nobles and book stores. I was even contemplating about getting it online for nearly 40 bucks! Amazon, however, came to my rescue and boom. A quarter of what I was going to pay for it. It is used and it is a little worn from shelf storage, but it is well worth it.
I can't believe the amount of work the Boosh boys put into this. It sort of makes me a little guilty to not have paid the 20 Euros, but it is what it is. Anyway, I am going to buy Noel's new book soon.
This book is chock full of Booshy insiders and it makes me so happy to have. It makes me really wish they would make a fourth season. I know it seems like a long shot at the moment since everyone's on their own boat. Noel has his new show and all.
Anyway, I'm so glad I got this. There's so much content and detail in it. Every time I open the book, I notice something new, which is a trait any kind of book should have.
Monday Record
Arctic Monkeys' At The Apollo
Actually, this is a DVD and I spent a good portion of yesterday and today watching it. So, yeah.
Actually, this is a DVD and I spent a good portion of yesterday and today watching it. So, yeah.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Mardy Bum on repeat.
Been listening to this all day because it reminds me that I should stop being such an argumentative twat and believing that I'm always right.
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Why I do not use paint as a medium...
I hate using paint. Seriously. I didn't think it would be this hard.
Well, it sorta looks like Clown Alex, right?
Dear Greg,
I'm slightly proud of you.
http://gerglesspeakstext.tumblr.com/post/14353393016/im-sorry-main-channel-post
Then, I realize you lie more than a crook. Oh, wait, you are. Basically you exploit your viewers and taught them it's okay to joke about rape, suicide, miscarriages, and deadly illnesses. I really hope you can reform one day back to your old self.
http://gerglesspeakstext.tumblr.com/post/14353393016/im-sorry-main-channel-post
Then, I realize you lie more than a crook. Oh, wait, you are. Basically you exploit your viewers and taught them it's okay to joke about rape, suicide, miscarriages, and deadly illnesses. I really hope you can reform one day back to your old self.
Friday, December 16, 2011
WINTER BREAK.
Finals are over. It feels like a weight lifted off my shoulders. Now... party time.
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Guys.
If you use the word "swag" to describe oneself, you probably lack it. Swag does not even mean what most believe it means. Swag means prizes and free stuff. If you really use that word as seriously as it seems, you seriously lack any potential to land any type of higher fashion authority. It has become a word so overused, I'd like to shoot your brains out when you utter it. There is nothing swaggish about your outfit either. Cheap Reebok sneakers and a North Face jacket does not deem you as someone with high fashion sense.
Please consider yourself a waste of space.
Please consider yourself a waste of space.
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Thursday, December 15, 2011
THIS.
This is so fucking cute. Oh, my God. I never really geek out like this usually, but this is just adorable. I don't know whether it's Jamie in a dress or Alex being all awkward and adorable, Matt in a full tin man suit or Nick being in character.
I love this so much.
Holy hell.
I just finished four papers in less than eight hours. I haven't sat at my desk for that long in ages.
It feels good though. Tomorrow is whatever it is. Come whatever may. I don't really have much to care about until after Christmas anyway. So, fuck it. Thank God tomorrow is the last day.
My ass hurts and I really want to either get a stiff drink or get some fried chicken. Either or is good for me.
Save me.
Okay, it's 3 and I'm still lagging on my three final papers. Fuck my life. I need to stop procrastinating.
EOTC TIME. They always get me into the mood to do something with my life.
EOTC TIME. They always get me into the mood to do something with my life.
Thursday Record
Radiohead's In Rainbows.
It could make or break you when you're in a depressed mood.
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