That’s it. It’s going to be my senior year of college. And there are a handful of friends at their own universities that I have always been interested in visiting, and somehow, over the course of three years never had the opportunity to do. Well, for the people in Montclair, they’re always “super busy” but that’s definitely changing this year with Sophia. I used to go to Montclair a lot to visit Tasha when I was in high school, and I wanted to visit dan now, but he got expelled or something or other. I don’t know if it’d be weird to visit this guy at PhilaU since I technically don’t know him, and I haven’t really spoken to either girl at NYU since high school. But, this weekend it’s happening. I’m going to Boston and visiting Allison at BU with Kristin, Jenina, and Aly. It’s going to be great. It’s odd that the first person who I am visiting is actually the last person I have met out of all of these people. But who cares. BU for the weekend!
Sophia, Stephanie, Jenina, and YooRae at Montclair State University.
Got this for my birthday. It was a great camera, I really loved it. Sometimes when I took photos, smoke would shoot out of the flash though. It got a lens error and the warranty actually covered it. But then a few days later the screen cracked. Lame.
Canon SD1000 (January 2007 - August 2008)
Bought this with my own cash. It was way too square to be comfortable, but it lasted me nicely throughout senior prom and high school graduation and the summer. But then I lost it. And with it went all of my photos of prom and graduation and everything else. Lame.
Canon SD1300IS (May 2009 - August 2010)
Lina and Sophia got me this camera because they’re awesome. Haha brown is kind of a lame colour, but I was not complaining. It was a nice camera and it lasted me a long time until my grandmother decided to clean my room and threw it out. Lame.
Canon SD1400IS (August 2010 - January 2011)
Hot on the heels of my grandmother’s mistake, my aunt bought me this camera for my birthday. It was uncomfortable small, but I loved it. But then came the lens errors. Which of course Google taught me how to fix way back in the day of the SD1300IS. But then the lens errors persisted. Until one day the lens came off. Lame.
Canon SD1300IS (January 2011 - July 2011 )
That leaves me where I am today. I feel terrible writing this blog because I am going to be sad if my aunt reads it and sees that the camera she got me for my birthday broke already. The camera of my affection is the Canon S95 (pictured below). But for now, as a poor college student, all I can do is buy this camera for now. It was only $107 at Best Buy. Here’s to hoping it has a better track record than the other cameras.
Canon S95 (One day when $370 is affordable, you will be mine)
Canon 300 HS (July 2011 - …)
Ok, my camera broke unexpectedly and suddenly. I had dreams of getting the Canon S95, but I can not spend $370 on a camera that is going to die on me in a matter of months, so I settled on this baby for $230. She feels like she’s got sandpaper on her. The video button is where I’m used to the review button going, but overall I think this is going to be a lovely relationship. I haven’t dropped her once.
This movie is perfect. The acting is perfect. The cinematography is perfect. The music is perfect. The pacing is perfect. Everything is perfect. One of my favourites.
However, this post is imperfect. I am growing tired of writing any sort of review for movies I have seen. But it’s a blog with my thoughts and I like keep track of these things. So let me jot down like a sentence or two.
You feel intimately connected with the characters and their drug-addicted struggles. And it may make you sad. The end. Now I’m going to go curl into the fetal position.
This weekend my girlfriend had family obligations such as celebrating her brother’s birthday and celebrating her cousin’s high school graduation (yes, now).
So I asked Matthew to drink the pain away with me.
Friday night we had Black Velvet and Bud Light Lime in a friend’s backyard. I can’t remember which night Matthew put me on a scale, but I am going to pretend it was Friday. Did you know that I am now 150 lbs.? That’s 5 more pounds than I’ve ever been, and I’ve been a steady 140lbs. for the past few years. What is happening to me. I can’t even exercise because I feel shitty after this weekend. Back to Friday, I had the pleasure of meeting another Irish and Korean girl named Alanna. And then I passed out on a chair and woke up for Quick Chek. And retired in Matthew’s bed.
Saturday I woke up to 10 piece chicken nuggets. And being told that my arm pits are hairy. We went into dan’s pool for my first since possibly high school. I got so pruny. I went home to change and shower, and came back. Sophia was returning from Pennsylvania so we slept until it was time to pick her up. Then off to the Barcade. It’s a bar/ an arcade. Brilliant. We celebrated Julian’s birthday. I ran into my uncle at the bar, haha. Then we bar hopped to Lucky 7 Tavern. We stopped by another party and there was a cop parked outside, so we bounced. Sophia died. Cream cheese is not a pleasant looking thing to spit up. We rescued her and retired in Matthew’s bed.
Sunday Sophia and I left for Warped Tour. Matthew couldn’t come because he had to work on Monday. I haven’t been to Warped Tour since 2007, and she hasn’t been there since 2005. We tried to buy tickets online, but they weren’t on Ticketmaster. But you know what was on Ticketmaster? Circa Survive at Starland Ballroom. Bought that shit. Sophia technically was not supposed to drive, so I was going to drive for the first time since 2008 because we had to support our friends in Last Minet. But she wound up driving, while renewing her Geico insurance over the phone, haha. Unfortunately, we missed Last Minet. But fortunately, after being rerouted like six times by police telling us where to park, we accidentally wound up in the backstage area with all of the bands and tour buses. So we just walked into Warped Tour for free. And that night we crashed at a hotel and partied with the band, so that made up for missing out on seeing them perform. We didn’t pay for Warped, we didn’t pay for parking, and we didn’t pay for the hotel. Good times, at least we picked up a 24 pack of Coors and a bottle of Svedka to be good guests. Lesbian sex happened all around me.
My package came for me in the mail over the weekend while I was gone. I ordered new jewelry and H2Ocean from the internet. Haha, the site has a totally sketchy name, Painful Pleasures, so I was worried what my family would think when the package came. Luckily it was just listed as being from some person instead of the company. Now I am going to spray my nipples with this misty salt water three times a day, because seriously, it’s been six years. Why aren’t these things healed yet.
Tonight is the first night I’m back in my own bed. The first time I’ve been able to change my clothes since Saturday. Next weekend I am going to Boston. Am I going to be ready to do this all again? Yes. But first I must buy a new camera because I broke mine this weekend. Fucking Canons. Please last for more than eight months.
There is a deep fryer in my kitchen. But in an effort to eat better, I opted not to use it today as I prepared myself lunch. My entire diet consists of chicken, bread, cheese, and potatoes. I baked myself some chicken nuggets and boiled myself some cheese and potato pierogies. It was an excellent meal, especially since I threw barbeque sauce on everything. And I put five nuggets on a roll and called it a sandwich.
I took my meal outside and at on the deck. It was nice in this 103 degree weather. Or should I say 112, because that’s what it feels like according to the weather people. Enough talking about what I ate and how I ate it and now for the point of this blog.
I felt full when there were still two pierogies and one chicken nugget left on my plate. I really did not want to eat them, but I felt like I did not want them to go to waste. So I ate them. I overate because someone somewhere has installed the idea into my head that we shouldn’t waste food. And yet somewhere else I have read that we should always leave a small portion of food left on our plate because we tend to overeat - I know I just did. It’s dumb to think about starving kids in Africa, or even here in the United States because whether or not I finish my plate will have no effect on them. They won’t be getting my food scraps. Only like seagulls will at the landfills.
I mean shouldn’t you worry about your own health instead of the health of people you literally can not help. You don’t want to overeat. I know I don’t want to. So why is it the American ideal to do so. How about when I am a guest at someone’s house I feel obligated to finish my plate as a sign of respect. Shouldn’t it be the other way around. Shouldn’t you respect the amount of food I want to put into my body.
I wonder how much thought other people put into finishing the food on their plate or the size of portions that they are served.
1. I was going to title this “cancerous friends.” You know, when you’re friends are smoking around you, they are literally being toxic. Literally increasing your chances of getting cancer. It’s so lame. Cancer sucks. I hate to think how many of us are going to have to battle it when we’re older. I can sit here and not smoke, but what good does that do me if you feel the need to smoke all of the time around me.
2. Sometimes I befriend people with toxic personalities because I feel like their dramatic style of living will be fun to associate myself with. But at some point I guess we go our separate ways. Either I get sick of their drama, or they. They don’t really give me clear reasons for why they stop hanging out with me. Maybe I’m too level-headed. I mean I am completely aware that there really is no need for me to continue to have a friendship with these people, but at the same time I wonder what the hell they think is so wrong with me that they don’t want to see me anymore. Maybe they know that our friendship is nothing more than some sort of strange social experiment.
3. And finally there is a group of people I used to hang out a lot with in elementary school, but I outgrew them when I told one of them that I was disappointed that they were repeating the fifth grade for the second time and I was scolded by her family. Most of those kids dropped out of school, don’t work, and sit around and rot away with drugs and alcohol. I mean, drugs and alcohol are cool, as long as you’re still being a productive member of society elsewhere. Anyways, one of my friends began hanging out with them over the past few years. He thinks they’re good people doing things with their lives. He laughs different these days. And now he’s expelled from college and has been arrested four times. It makes me sad to see how quickly hanging out with the wrong crowd can change your life. I wonder if I am being too harsh.
Now this is a great example of a dark comedy. If you don’t know what Heathers is, it is an extremely quotable movie from the 1980s about high school. It kind of reminds me of a prelude to Jawbreaker. Winona Rider is fantastic. However, the heat is making me stressed so I don’t really feel like writing an in depth review. I just like to keep track of the movies I have been watching.
Honestly, if it were not for Emma Watson, I would totally say this is the worst movie I have ever seen. I remember reading on the internet that “The Harry Potter film franchise is the worst movie franchise of all time” and I was like, nah that critic is just being critical. But when I think back on the franchise, I only liked parts 2 and 6, and that might not even be because I genuinely liked those movies, but that they are just good “for a Harry Potter film.” I don’t regret watching eight films from a series that I do not like, but after Lord of the Rings and this, I am saying right now that I refuse to watch the Hobbit or the Hobbit 2.
Normally when a film reviewer is like “this movie was difficult to follow and had no plot” I disagree and am like “you’re an idiot.” But with the newest Harry Potter movie (as someone who has not and will not read the books) I’ve got to say that the movie didn’t flow very well. Things just kept happening. New scenes. New actions. New people. And it’s just like, who are you and why are you doing that. Nothing really made sense to me, and the movie kept pushing forward without any sort of … indication to why the story is progressing.
Is it just me, or was Emma Watson just like wet the entire movie? The Molly Weasly versus Bellatrix Lestrange battle scene was so anticlimactic, I was so disappointed. Actually, the whole end battle of the movie was anticlimactic. And if you’re going to use a kill spell on someone, why not kill them instead of killing the part of yourself that you put into them. Also, was anyone else mildly creeped out by Hermione and Ron sticking a fang into a cup and being so turned on that they start making out (of course before being splashed, right … I don’t even remember, I swear I just remember Hermione being wet the entire film).
But I’m not knocking people who genuinely enjoy this franchise. It must be so much better for someone who has read the books, someone who has an insight into things that are going on behind the scenes. For example, I could care less about Professor McGonagall and on the surface all of her scenes were lame. But then you hear that the actress who plays her, Maggie Smith, was dealing with cancer while filming this movie, and suddenly it’s like damn, every single scene she’s in is a hundred times more powerful. I’m guessing that’s what this terribly lame movie franchise is like. At the surface it sucks, but if you know some more insight from the books, it’s probably a hundred times better. Too bad I don’t care to get to know the books. So.
May 6th, 2007 in New Jersey I was there for the Early November’s final show. I wasn’t even a fan of them, but I enjoyed the set. Then over the next few years I finally fell in love with the band. And I was like, damn I wish I loved them when I saw them so that I would have appreciated the concert so much more. But, I love the fact that I could cross “attend the final show of one of your favourite bands” off of my bucket list.
However, I have to take that back. They announced a reunion show September 10th, 2011 in Pennsylvania. I’m like fuck Pennsylvania, I’ll only travel out there to see Brand New, and nobody else. So, fine band I love. Enjoy your reunion show without me. And then, since demand for that show was so high, they announced a second reunion show on November 26th, 2011 in New Jersey. New Jersey. Just as I came in my pants, I realized that guess what. I have tickets to see Brand New on November 26th in NJ.
So, The Early November. It’s my fault. I will be missing both of your shows. I should have bought the tickets to the show in Philly. I really should have. What kind of stupid idiot fan of a band doesn’t want to have said that they were at a band’s farewell show and their come back show. Who would not go see the come back show of a band they like. What kind of dumb irrational thought process was I implementing. What the fuck.
My measurements used to be 33-27-33. I can assure you that there is no interesting back story into why I know this. But I just checked now for old time’s sake, and my new measurements are 34-29-34. Maybe I am finally developing into that man I always knew this body was capable of becoming. Or maybe I am just getting fat. Either way, it’s just an interesting thing to note at 5am. Well at least it’s interesting to me.
My grandmother was like “we must leave at 7:45am!” I wasn’t ready until 7:55am, which shouldn’t be a big deal because we were supposed to report there at 8:30am. My grandmother wasn’t ready to leave until 8:20am. Women.
I get there, there’s a big line to check in without metal. They play an orientation video at 9:00am. Some of us got called to a court room (the same judge my grandfather had when he had jury duty, the same judge whose daughter played soccer with my aunt, the same judge my uncle had jury duty with just three days before me) and there are all ready 7 people chosen. So they pick an eighth.
We get sent back to the jury waiting room. It’s about 11:30am. And by 12:00pm we get told that the last four of the nineteen cases of the day were resolved, and we were free to go home, and we would not be needed to return the next day. Done.
I normally take the subway, but my train was not running, so I had to catch a bus instead. Normally my bus would be at gate 415, but I get there and there’s a sign that says “your bus has been relocated to the 300 gates.” So, that means it could be like anywhere between gates 300-326. I walked to each and every one of those gates, and could not find my bus. I tried to go find information, and at the information booth there are signs like “go further to the ticket booth for information.” Guess what, the ticket booth is closed. So then I go to another information booth and it’s like “go to the information booth on the south of 8th avenue for information.” So I got there, and guess what, it’s closed. All there are in this entire place are janitors. Janitors everywhere who have no idea what they are doing. I finally find information, and there are like forty people on line for it. A bum walks up to me and nicely tells me everything I would ever need to know in life. How stellar. The most useful person in all of Port Authority is a homeless man. My bus is in between gates 79-85. I go down there and there are no signs for my bus.
I left my friend at gate 304 for his bus because he has no idea how to navigate life, and his phone had died. But I find that after 1am his bus is at gate 76. So I try to go back to where I had left him, but Port Authority police would not let me go up to the third floor. They closed off the stairs and they’re like “we kick everyone out.” Great.
I ask these police where my bus is and they say it is at gate 79. I go down there and there is a line so long. Not that many people take my bus. But awesome fate, my bus is right there waiting for me! I’m just confused by this huge line and nobody is getting onto it. And then, in that thirty second moment I took to assess the situation, my bus pulled away. Apparently, five buses now use this gate and everyone in line was waiting for other buses. Lame.
Port Authority is usually actually very easy and faithful, but this time, all of these wild goose chase signs, and the lack of an intelligent staff rubbed me the wrong way.
I totally understand the importance of keeping a proper till in the register. But, it was just a major blow to my flawless record when they made note that my register was over by $0.01. Really? Because I specifically remember asking “yo if there’s just like cash laying around my register when I get there, what are we supposed to do with it?” Their answer “put it in your register. It probably belongs to someone else, so you’ll be over and they’ll be under and it will all even out.” I am such an idiot. I should just throw that money in the trash (because I definitely wouldn’t want to be caught putting a penny into my pocket on the cameras). $0.01. Really. $0.01. They made note of it and put it on the big door of shame. But I mean, I shouldn’t feel that bad when another person on the same day was under by $42. And she still has her job.
“Once upon a time, a small boy was born in a strange place, not fully in our world, not fully in the next. He was born in the “between”; his body spread across all the worlds at once. A thousand sunrises in a single moment. An endless number of worlds laughing and playing. He walks “between” them all. Too small to be seen, too transparent to be touched, too faint to be heard. All he can do is walk, forever watching. Forever alone.”—
I am not being whiny. To be honest, I don’t even particularly like the Harry Potter movies. However, I have seen the first seven. So what makes you think I don’t want to see the eighth? Nah, I’ll just … stop watching the movies now. Fuck it. Fuck the eighth. It’s not like everyone is waiting for the “not my daughter you bitch” line.
I shouldn’t feel that ostracized though. Another one of my aunt’s was left out of the Harry Potter festivities. I should really just text her and be like “yo let’s go on our own.” But fuck it. It’s too late for tonight. And I don’t want to make plans for tomorrow night because I’d rather go out and party. But, seeing a movie of this caliber on opening weekend is worth it. It’s nice to be all caught up in the hype and such.
But the bottom line is that this is all dumb. It’s like the Jersey Shore. I only am watching it because everyone else is. Fuck it all. But, you. If you are genuinely a fan of this franchise, I hope you have a good time doing whatever you will be doing.
Here I am scrolling down and reading your blog and I see a quote with my name on it. Thanks for the smile :) June 20th "until everybody came" lol I don't even remember what this was about..if you do...enlighten me
Evelin. You have a tumblr. And you are reading mine, way back into the past. I approve of everything that is going on. Except for the fact that you lack an ask box, so I must answer this on my own page.
That quote was from Patty’s 21st birthday. I hope you don’t mind that I put your name on the internet.
I am so tempted to submit a photo of us from like four years ago. What are we doing in Payless? Either way haha, they spelt both of our names wrong. I just wish Matthew would give us the HQ photos so I could crop out our faces.
That dude from Arrested Development, that dude from It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, and that chick from Friends have teamed up to do one of those ‘wow that’s a movie I’d never bother to watch ever’ comedies.
But my girlfriend wanted to go, so I’ll go with her. Because I like spending time with her and doing things she wants to do. It’s just dumb when before the movie we’re having a good time, during the movie we’re having a good time, and after the movie we’re having a good time. Then I go home and get a text that says “sorry the movie sucked.” Well that puts a damper on the whole day. Repaints it in an entirely new negative light. I don’t even care to talk about it at all.
So I’ll say, enjoyable movie. I would recommend it for people who like these sorts of movies. I just personally wouldn’t have picked it. And I could live without seeing it.
I am always resetting my iTunes. Even so, for the past four years the same song has always been my number one played track: Brand New’s You Won’t Know.
I don’t know what has changed, but it has fallen to number three. I mean, literally a song that’s stayed at number one for four years through multiple resets (I think the highest play count its ever had before being reset was 73) is not number one anymore. It’s just … so weird to look at my iTunes now.
The song currently taking the gold for most played (at 13 times) is Brand New’s Me vs. Maradona vs. Elvis. Which is weird, because when I think of my favourite Brand New songs, this doesn’t even come to mind. I mean, it’s a great track and I love it and I love the band. But … it just seems out of place to be number one.
And then, most played song number two is a track off of Daisy. Really, Daisy? It’s none other than Brand New’s Noro though, which is understandable since it’s my favourite song on the album. But. My favourite song of Daisy is probably like my 30th favourite Brand New song overall (I don’t actually have a ranking of Brand New tracks … but come on everything on Your Favorite Weapon, Deja Entendu, and the Devil and God Are Raging Inside Me are quality … not that Daisy isn’t quality).
Are you ever on someone else’s computer and you’re typing in the search bar. Something like http://www.google.com/ and … as you’re typing the letters, previous web history pops up and you are subjected to … the things that you’re friend has previously searched and watched on the internet.
I am always polite, and act is if I had never noticed. But it’s just like an interesting aspect of your friend that you now know. Like a private look into their head. Or the head of someone else who has used their computer. Awkward. And you try to let it go, but … you know what you know now.
I guess you shouldn’t really judge people by the things they don’t really explicitly convey. And what does it matter if this is the sort of thing that they do on their own private time. It really shouldn’t.
I did not abandon Quick Chek! Blimpie is closer to my job and I only have a half hour for lunch :( I've been dying for a QC sandwich actually, but since I stopped eating meat I don't really know what they have anymore. Tuna? Mysterious veggie patties? Fill me in, Quick Chek guru Erik
What do you get at Blimpie? Because Quick Chek has everything and more. I’m not a vegetarian flit, so I’m unfamiliar with their options. But I know that they have all of these cheeses, vegetables, and tuna. I actually do not even know if they offer vegetarian patties. But they have at least 30 non-meat items to build subs with.
You know it’s odd that you mention Blimpie, because today at the court house I went to Blimpie for lunch and it was terrible. They don’t have barbeque sauce or buffalo sauce or anything (at least they have fries, though). I paid $8.89 for a 12 inch. You know how much a 12 inch is at Quick Chek? $6.99. And you know how much I pay for my twelve inch buffalo chicken and cheddar cheese bacon sub? $4.99 because I know how to manipulate the system.
But I’ve got to say the Blimpie staff is better than the Quick Chek staff. At Blimpie this rotund, black woman told me I was cute and had that “Justin Beiber” look going on. The last person who said that to me was a midget at a fun house. Gosh do you ever get served by Agnes in Bayonne’s Quick Chek? She’s so old and she likes to fuck up my order just because I like to show up wasted at 4am. Actually, that’s not fair because Tanya in the Union City Quick Chek is a total sweet heart.
I think I have a picture of her somewhere.
Aw, I just found it. Neither of these girls are Tanya, but it looks like they’re making someone, somewhere some kind of fantastic vegetarian orgasm in bread. You’re missing out. But, I understand and all. It’s your lunch break.
Down with Blimpie! And Wawa while I’m at it.
Actually, another fun fact. I brought my grandfather today to Quick Chek for his first Quick Chek sub. Donna made it. I bet he loved it! I forgot to check in with him. Got to ask him tomorrow. Roar!
A Danish film that failed to meet my expectations. I was expecting a dark comedy about the interweaving of four lives. Instead I got boring people doing boring things. At a book shop, no less. If anything, I appreciated some of the visuals of some of the suicide attempts. I have always been interested in photographing some pseudo-suicide attempts, and this movie at least provided me with some inspiration for that.
I’ve got to say that my biggest issue with this movie was the cliche climax. Wilbur, the dude who has chronically depressed the entire film is out on a walk one day. And he sees someone about to kill themselves near a bridge. And he saves their life. Maybe this inspirational tale reaches out and touches someone, but for me it’s just so trite and unreal for the character. There was no development for him that showed any signs of him caring for his own, much less anyone else’s life.
It just makes me upset when I watch a movie like Wilbur Wants To Kill Himself, or Veronika Decides To Die and I am completely mislead because none of these characters wind up fulfilling their goals. I think I need to rewatch Lilja 4-Ever.
My aunt picked me up at work today. She said she wanted to go to 7-11 whether or not she had to pay to get a Slurpee. I was like, cool. Of course, it’s like 10:45pm when we get there, so they’re out of free Slurpees. We get them anyways. And I got nachos with cheese. Lots, and lots of cheese. I almost dared to try their boneless buffalo wings too, but I decided not to. I also decided not to stop by and get a Quick Chek sandwich. I severely regret that right now.
So I got this watermelon apple Slurpee and it doesn’t taste good. I put it down for a second, and look back at it and it is entirely fluids. No more Slurpee. I guess this is what happens when you bring slushes into a room that is over a hundred degrees Fahrenheit. Sitting in front of this fan isn’t even really helping all that much. I wonder what life would be like if I had electrical outlets that could support the use of an air conditioner. This is torture. Give or take three more months before it gets better.