Late Tuesday night (as in early Wednesday morning ) Justin complained that he wanted his hair trimmed on the sides because it’s too hot outside. I didn’t feel like it at the time and

said I’d do it another day, and he acted like a baby and said “Well I’m just gonna do it myself” thinking I’d cave like I normally do and just cut it for him. Long story short: I didn’t cave, he cut it himself, it looks absolutely horrid. After I practically cried over the awfulness of his haircut, we lied in bed for a while and laughed at how much he now looks like Simple Jack. (You know, the lovable retard from Tropic Thunder.) I yelled “You mind as well have a bowl cut!” in between sobs. Anyway, I will try to fix it within the next few days.

Our friend Chris is off hopping trains and shit with his “other” friends (read: smelly punk kids), apparently they are on their way to Cleveland and he may be gone for a month. I really hope he doesn’t get caught up in drugs or something again – not because I care so deeply about his life, but because he was supposed to come build me a bicycle. I guess I will have to wait now until he gets back. I’m just rather angry with him because he broke his collarbone and his arm is in a sling and he asked us to watch his cat for him and then he goes off doing this whole trainhopping extravaganza, ugh. Being the boring movies-and-card-games type of girl, I guess I can’t really understand his behavior, and it’s hard to be friends with people like that who need constant boosts of adrenaline and “what if” possibilities to get them through the day.

I’ve been browsing blogs on BlogExplosion but most of the ones I’ve seen are aimed at a slightly older crowd and are not personal in nature like my own blog. I will keep looking though.

Jerome's Dream - Thirty Dollar Bill

I created a new theme with the lovely Marilyn Monroe. She decorates many of my apartment walls and this is the second WordPress theme she has inspired. Obviously I am completely obsessed! This is hopefully not obvious to the majority of you unless you are plagued with dial-up (I’m so sorry), but this new theme is rather large in file size, due mainly to the animated gif within the tv screen (talk about painstaking) and the general graphics-heavy nature of all my layouts. However, I believe I have managed to keep it somewhat web 2.0, and by that I mean I added some new glossy icons, hahaha! Just kidding – this really wasn’t meant to be a geek post.

I have been gone for so long even though I promised myself I’d try harder to keep my blog alive. I must stop making promises! On a serious note though, I do love the blog world, and I have made so many wonderful e-friends throughout my reign as a neglectful webmaster. I never meant to lose touch, but I’ve been going through a sort of premature “life crisis” phase and I never felt this blog could handle all that melancholy without sinking and depressing everyone. There is that constant desire to entertain everyone when you keep a blog, and guilt always haunted me when I’d pen another “woe is me” post even though those were all I felt compelled to write for such a long time.

Anyway, I will be in Buffalo for exactly 3 more years. That sounds like an eternity, but I have already crafted my to-do list in preparation for our getaway back to Philadelphia, and here are a few of the most important points:

1. Go to driving school and get my license. I don’t need or want a car right now, but I need to have had my license for at least 2 years in order to use PhillyCarShare and I also need a license to drive the U-Haul van when I move.
2. Learn Italian. This is academically necessary for when I transfer to Buffalo State, but also a personal goal and dream of mine.
3. Fix my credit score. Somewhere along the way a medical bill and unpaid utility bill screwed up my credit just bad enough so that I can’t even get a student credit card in order to build my credit. I need to fix this somehow if Justin and I have hope of buying a home in a few years.

PS. I named this post for the song by Hot Water Music because it’s so fitting.

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.