No One's Laughing At God When It's Gotten Real Late And Their Kid's Not Back From That Party Yet...

Regina Spektor - Laughing With

NEW REGINA SINGLE!!! Ahhhh I can't wait until June 23. I'm going to be at Best Buy the second it opens. I'm so stoked.


So on Wednesday, May 27, I'm going to go see The Outer Vibe, and I don't think it's possible for me to be more excited. It's going to be extra magical...to the max...to the EXTREME!!!!

I'm stoked.


Oh. So this weekend, I went to Salvation Army with a few of my rowers, and we bought magical shirts. For example, I bought one that has nothing on the back, and on the front it says "DAVID" and has a big "7" in the middle. It's as if whoever was making it got confused, and put the back on the front.

Or the one that just mysteriously says "Hot Pockets" on the front.

Or the one that has nothing on the back, and just a big black "T" on the front. I don't understand. But it makes me smile.


So yesterday, I was walking to class, wearing my new (well, new for me), and far too small (size 50? I don't know what country that is) shirt that was apparently intended for an 11 year old girl, as it says "Small In Size, Big In Attitude."

Anyhoo, some random boy walks up to me and says, "is your shirt a joke?" Here's where you have to recall that I'm 6'5".

So I respond, "um, yeah I suppose it is."

Completely straight-faced, he responds, "I think it's funny."

He then walked away, leaving me befuddled. That bastard.

Is That Alright? Give My Gun Away When It's Loaded, Is That Alright, With You?

Damien Rice - 9 Crimes

I've never watched the video for this song before now. It's currently a big favorite for creepiest music video of all time. But watch the whole thing, or else you won't really get the full effect. But wow, goodness me.


Anyhoo. So as TallRoommate and ShortRoommate have moved home for the summer, and as they found nobody to sublet from them, it's going to be just me and GayRoommate all summer. Thus, he has moved into the other bedroom, as it was decided that, despite the fact that we like eachother, there's not really a reason for us to share a room, and leave a room empty.

I suppose we could have turned it into some other sort of room (guest room, servant's quarters, giant moon bounce room, etc.), but I think that I'm satisfied with this decision.


Also. Wait. Did everyone watch the Red Wings game last night? I'm still upset. First, can we go over that it was at this point that the ref decided that the puck was dead, and he should probably blow the whistle? Except, wait, what's that rubber object in the bottom corner? Oh! It's the puck! In full view! Not being touched by anyone! About to be tipped into the net! Damn you Brad Watson. Damn you to hell. And the worst part is, the whistle didn't even blow until after the puck went in the net (time 1:21 in the video). It was just decided that the ref intended to blow it before it went in. I wanted to throw something at the TV.

And dear Brad Stuart, apparently you're not allowed to check anyone anymore. Because if you hit them too hard, you're going to get a bullshit interference call. I hate people.


In happier news, I've decided to become a model. I know, it's exciting news. The end.

And All Our Lives Were Lost In Vain, Now They've Got More To Fear Than A Hurricane...

Or, The Whale - Call and Response

I like the name of this band. It makes me want to read Moby Dick. Perhaps I should have read that already at this point in my life, but I guess what can you do?


So I got breakfast with my amiga this morning, per our brand new ritual of "Mondays With Awesome." I believe she named it, but I'm not totally sure which one of us she's labeling as the awesome one. I like to think me.

But it was pretty rad. We sat in a coffeeshop and played my new favorite game. It's called "Let's Judge Strangers." Here's how you play. Basically, you watch strangers walk past, and judge them. It's great fun.


Speaking of new games, wait for it. I legit invented this one, and it's going to be huge. It's intended purely for when you're at a party with large quantities of drunk people. Here's what you do. You go to a party with a sleeve of crackers (preferably Ritz, but other generic brands work as well). Walk around at the party, go up to people having a conversation, and when one of them is talking, insert a cracker into their mouth. Then walk away. It's basically the best thing ever.

It might not sound like much, but I swear, if you do it, you'll think it's hilarious. Because it totally is.

And when it's an international craze, just know that you heard it here first.

Don't You Call Me Your Friend, Or On The Phone. Don't You Dare When You're Alone. Just 'Cause You're Lonely Don't Mean That You're In Love No More...

Patrick Thomas - Anymore (you have to go down and click on the play button next to the song)


So I'm terribly sorry for the huge span of time without any posts. My life has been incredibly busy, and I've just been fairly unable to post.


So let me try to update you on major occurrences that took place (or occurred, if I may) during my absense. I left you just before I attended an Andrew Bird concert. Which was magical. And then about an hour after the show, I was in the general vicinity of the theater, and I saw Andrew Bird. Naturally, I had no choice but to run up to him and sputter out something along the lines of "you're...oh wow...you're...this is crazy...you're Andrew Bird."

He looked at me strangely and responded, "yeah, I'm Andrew Bird."

"I just saw your concert, and it was ridiculously epic."

He smiled and goes "oh really? I'm glad to hear it."

We then chatted for several minutes, and he then looks at me and goes "Well, I'm supposed to meet up with a few old friends, but would you like an apple? It's organic and really good." He then held out the apple that he was holding. And no, it didn't seem strange at all.

"I'd like nothing more." So I took it from him, I hugged him (and yeah, he totally hugged me back), and we departed. I then ate that apple, and I swear to you, it tasted like talent. And let's think about it for a second, he probably was sweating at least a little, and no doubt some of his sweat and whatnot got on that apple, meaning that I may or may not have ingested some of that talent. I should go record an album right now.


Let's see what else happened in my life. I withdrew from my physics class with one lecture left, as I was failing. Apparently they don't usually allow that to happen, but because I'm pretty cool, they accepted my petition. And I'm pretty stoked about it. Plus that meant that I finished with exams a week earlier than anticipated, and over a week before any of my roommates, which seemed to upset all of them. And I loved it.


Oh, and I made a new friend at Kroger. I was there with 7 or 8 or my amigas, super late at night (yay for 24 hour stores!), and as we were walking out, I spotted a super friendly looking (she just was, don't question it) cashier who was adding up her register or something, so she had no customers. But instead of saying anything, we just walked out.

However, when we got to the car, I said to myself "What are you doing? Go make a friend!" So I made one of the girls come back in with me, and I went up to her:

"Hey, as I was walking out a minute ago, I thought you looked super friendly, but then I walked out, but now I came back, so I think we should be friends."

smiling "Well then, let's be friends."

"No, but I mean real friends. Not just Kroger friends."

"Well how do you want to do this?"

"Oh girl please, I came up with the idea of being friends. You have to do the rest."

"Well do you have a Facebook?"

"You know I do."

So now she and I are Facebook friends. And we're totally hanging out this week. And I couldn't be happier about it.


Oh, and yesterday was my amiga's father's birthday. So she made me go shopping for his present with her, and I decided that I should probably get him something too. Naturally, I purchased him a bag of Circus Peanuts, because that's funny to me.

That night, he and I shared this convo, via text (of course we text):

Oh and timeout, he sent me this first text at 2:06 AM. I didn't question why. But I'm curious.

Amiga's Father: "I love my Circus Peanuts. Thank you sooo much. Do you recommend eating them now or letting them age for a few more years?"

Me: "haha personally, i recommend never eating them, and see if they ferment. but thats just me"

AF: "Wow there's an option I have never considered. Is it possible to get wasted on fermented circus peanuts? I should try that"

M: "im excited for it. i hear twinkies do the same thing."

AF: "In 12 years, let's have a party."

That man makes me smile.

And on the subject of Circus Peanuts, I was trying to describe them to someone at a party last night. Naturally, I described them as being gummies that were like kiwis that never ripened, but that did get thrown on the ground a lot, except that they're orange and shaped like peanuts, but then for some unknown reason, banana flavored. I think that's pretty accurate, yes? At the time, at least, it made perfect sense.


So that's been life for the past few weeks. I'm sure other things happened, but I can't remember them, so let's hope that they weren't too important.