Welcome the Plague Year - Quiet. Still. Dead.

I’m enjoying the whole President’s Day thing. No classes for 4 days straight.

Justin and I finished all 3 seasons of Dexter, and now it’s a waiting game for the next season. It’s definitely a fun process getting into a show once there are already multiple seasons. You can just download them all, burn them, and have a marathon for a couple weeks. I guess it could be viewed as pathetic as well, but we don’t have many friends. Actually, we have two couples that we are friendly with but we take no initiative to actually do stuff with them. I keep telling Justin that we need to go to the movies with them or something because I’m bored as hell. Chris and Brandy are our “punk friends” and Brian and Holly are our “less punk friends”. It’s a good mix, because Justin and I are the “totally fucking punk friends” hahaha. Psych. We are pretty badass though.

I don’t know if I ever blogged about it, but we were supposed to go to Italy this coming summer, but back in December we found out we didn’t actually have the money we thought, so now we have to wait two more years. It sucks, blah blah blah, but hopefully this summer we will get to do something stateside. Justin mentioned going to Great Adventure in NJ which actually is a big deal to me because I haven’t been there in years, and not since they built that death-wish of a coaster Kingda Ka.

Yaphet Kotto - First Meetings Agreement

One night, like a week ago, Justin was taking a break from watching a hockey game on tv. So we’re both in our room on our computers when all of a sudden he jumps up from his laptop and jets out of the room because his game is back on. All of a sudden I hear a huge THUMP and a groan. I rush out there because I have no fucking idea what just happened, and Justin is on all fours holding his head. He says something like “I think I bumped my head”, and I just stood there thinking…

How the fuck did he bump his head on the top of the doorway, which is like a foot higher than he is tall? Then I think of the sounds I heard his feet make just before the THUMP and it all makes sense. Justin was so excited about the dumb game, he had been SKIPPING (like a child) into the living room and actually JUMPED high in the air and bashed his head practically on the ceiling, and then fell to the floor in shock.

H-I-L-A-R-I-T-Y

A 23 year old man (nearly 24), hopping like a little kid through our apartment, so lost in the moment that he didn’t realize he wasn’t 4 feet tall anymore and shouldn’t jump full force into the air.

Needless to say, that was around the time of the Darkest Hour show so we couldn’t go, Justin had a headache/concussion. I was so upset at first, but I’ll get over it. All the other bands sucked, and I only wanted to see DH as a nostalgia type thing.