Busy Bee

I went to California over the weekend to visit Angella and see the Business and Roger Miret. When we rolled up to the show and saw all these skinheads with braces and rolled up jeans all tough looking I thought the same thing when I went to the goth club with Amber-why do people who belong to a particular scene all look alike? It's almost like they have to put on a costume. Of course it's weird for me to think about and recogize this because-hello-I've got a dyed mohawk and wear my stretch jeans and creepers like every other punk.
But thinking outside of my box, it seems so silly that kids who rave about being independent and anti-conformist in these scenes look as much like each other as your average Steve and Stephanie.
I guess as far as I go, I am independent and don't like to conform-I just see these outfits and think they look so good and it fits my taste. I hope that's why everyone else does it too.

Poseur

Two things I really hate that i have to deal with just because i like music and dress like i do:

Having friends that are music snobs. I appreciate very good taste, but I hate when people feel like they're opinions are the only ones that matter. So they don't like the bands i do or the movies i watch or the books i read. According to them, that means i suck and my taste sucks. They tell me how stupid the things are that i like. I realize it is their opinion, but my problem lies at the point when they're pushing it on me like i can't make up my own mind.
I also hate it when people quiz me on my music history. I was lucky I passed classical music history in college when i forced to take it, so of course i'm not going to give a shit about the background of every rock band. I read books and reviews sometimes because i find it interesting, but i don't need to know who the first punk rock band is or who all the different members of the new york dolls were in order to enjoy the music i listen to. i like what i want and i'll listen to what i want when i want to. i would think that would be more punk rock than doing research and listening to "the right stuff" because that's what i should do to be in this scene, but apparently it just makes me a poseur.

Celebreality

I talked to Justin Timberlake. And Cameron Diaz. I told her i was from Pennsylvania and she texted on her sidekick. No, actually she asked me where in PA. But just so ya'll know-JT IS as hot as his pictures.

RATS!!!

http://newyork.craigslist.org/mnh/tfr/161098221.html

80% Pennsylvanian

1) [x] You refer to Philadelphia as only "Philly."
2) [x] You refer to Pennsylvania as "PA" (pronounced Pee-ay).
3) [x] The first day of buck and the first day of doe season have always been school holidays in your town.
4) [x] You can use the phrase "fire hall wedding reception" and not even bat an eye.
5) [ ] At least 5 people on your block have electric "candles" in all or most of their windows all year long.
6) [ ] You know what a "Hex sign" is.
7) [x] You know what a "State Store" is, and your out of state friends find it incredulous that you can't purchase liquor at the mini-mart.
8) [x] You own only three condiments "salt, pepper and Heinz ketchup."
9) [x] Words like "hoagie", "crick", "chipped ham", "sticky buns", "shoo-fly pie", "pierogies" actually mean something to you.
10) [x] You eat cold pizza (even for breakfast) and know others who do the same? (Those from NY find this "barbaric".)
11) [ ] You not only heard of Birch Beer, but know it comes in several colors: Red, White, Brown, Gold.
12) [x] You know several places to purchase or that serve Scrapple, Summer Sausage (Lebanon Bologna), Ring Bologna and Hot Bacon Dressing.
13) [x] You know the difference between a cheese steak & pizza steak sandwich, and know that you can't get a really good one outside PA.
14) [x]You live for summer, when street and county fairs signal the beginning of funnel cake season.
15) [x] You know Blue Ball, Intercourse, Climax, Bird-in-Hand, Beaver, Moon, Virginville, Paradise, Mars, and Slippery Rock are PA towns.
16) [x] You know what a township, borough, and commonwealth is. (At least you vaguely remember.)
17) [x] You identify drivers from New York, New Jersey, or other neighboring states by their unique and irritating driving habits.
18) [x] You know that a traffic jam in Lancaster is ten cars waiting to pass an Amish buggy on the highway.
19) [x] You know several people who have hit deer more than once.
20) [ ] You carry jumper cables in your car.
21) [x] You built snow forts and leaf piles that were taller than you were as a kid.
22) [ ] "Yous guys" is a perfectly acceptable reference to a group of men & women.
24) [x] You know how to pronounce Bryn Mawr, Wilkes-Barre, Schuylkill, Bala Cynwyd, Monongahela, and Susquehanna
25) [x] You actually understand these questions and are you sending them on to other Pennsylvanians.


Count all your X's and multiply by 4. Title this % Pennsylvanian

Sin City=Crazy City

I've had some crazy nights in my life, especially last year in Baltimore, but last night marked my first crazy night in Las Vegas. Robert, Amber, Liz and I went to a middle school with a huge hill, nailed 3 large tarps to the ground, covered them in baby oil, and poured water down the tarps-then-SLIP N SLIDE! It was hilarious and rediuculously fun. After also running around in the sprinklers we saw a cop car parked at the bottom of the school. Liz was worried about an outstanding warrent for a suspended liscense, so we told her to hide in the dugout on top of the hill while we talked to the policeman. Amber walked up to him-in her dripping underwear-and we explained that we were just slip n sliding having a good time. He told us someone had tripped an alarm in the school, but after seeing our tarps, radioed "affirmative on the slip n slide!"
He wanted to know if there was anyone with us and we said no and all of a sudden a helicopter with a search light comes and goes over the entire school grounds. Finally someone radios the now 3 cop cars in the area and we go ahead and tell them about Liz and that she was just hiding because she was scared. So we eventually see her walking down the hill, handcuffed, accompanied by two policemen. These cops then proceed to yell at us for obstructing justice of a felony and want to know who else we're hiding from them because someone broke into the middle school. They called us punks, asked why we were wearing black if we weren't going to burglarize something, and assumed we were on drugs. I told them I knew my rights and wasn't going to say anything at which time they told me to sit down and handcuffed me. Then they handcuffed Robert and Amber just to do it.
We heard over the radio that the person who broke in had broken into the vending machines so I started laughing and telling the others. The cops got pissed that we were conversing so they put me in the back of the cop car and placed the others throughout the school grounds. After approximately 30 minutes, they looked at the school cameras and realized the suspect was a white male with a white shirt and blonde hair-so we were free to go.
The end.

Mothers Day

I cringed when all my co workers said they got to go out to dinner with their moms yesterday and they had to buy some last minute gifts. I was also pretty sad when I talked to my mom and had to hear about how she went out to dinner with the rest of the family. I talked to Hilary and heard about what she wants to do with Mom and Dad when they come to visit NYC in a month and I thought about how much I'd like to be there. I miss my family a lot, but that's alright-I do get along much better with my parents when I'm away from them. But I didn't quite know how to answer Amber the other day when she said to Todd and I "How can you live so far away from your mom!?"

I've still got it

I'm at work the other day, getting some shoes for a group of 3 guys with South EEffricaan accents. One of them is a bit older than i, but pretty damn hot. "A little slice of heaven" as my coworker said. Well he kept calling me cute and when i rang him up he just didn't want to let my hand go. He ran back in the store a minute later, got a piece of paper, and gave me his room number.
Now I realize other people do this besides Adam and I in Boston.

Of course I can't go to his room, but man would i like to chill at the Beach-the Mandalay Bay pool!

Back in the game

I just spent more than 25 minutes practicing my newly fixed oboe. I played a little Strauss, a little Mozart, and it felt so good! I even decided to make a few reeds, hoping it wouldn't ruin this great mood, but carving that cane even felt good. I'm trying to promise myself that this year I will not slack off.

Emofag

Perhaps my treck across the United States was more of an eye-opening/trying to figure out life experience more than i suspected. I spent half the week in my car realizing how hilarious and rediculous my awesome life is and the other half crying about why the hell i did something so drastic. Maybe it's PMS, maybe it's that i'm pregnant (ya...right), maybe it's just a cycle that happens to me every 4 years, or maybe it's my move-but i've been pretty depressed the past couple of days. In fact, I've been depressed ever since a couple months before I graduated college.
There was nothing wrong with Baltimore, MD, but I wasn't happy there. Yes it was a brave move coming to las vegas, but more importantly-a good idea for me to say "I'm not having a good time, I need to do something about it." But i've realized it's not my surroundings that affect my happy/unhappiness, it's inside. There's something always missing with me-like i've said in 130 posts, I'm 22 and shouldn't be worried about my life, but I can't shake it. If anybody were to ask me my goal in life, there's only one thing-to be happy. When i think about it, that's the only thing i'm not. I know what I don't like, but i have no idea what i do like that makes me happy, so it's impossible for me to achieve it.
I've always taken a step back from any situation i feel uncomfortable in or have upset feelings toward to try and figure out what's going on. To try and figure out, why am i upset about this? How will this actually affect me for the rest of my life? I have the answer, it's usually stop being a pussy about this, this isn't a big deal, go out and have fun. But that answer never helps me get over my unhapiness.
I really enjoy talking to people about my problems and hearing their advice and opinions. I usually don't take it, but talking through things helps me realize more about myself. But maybe what is really the truth about myself is-I'm just a super emotional, sensitive individual. I've always hated being a crybaby and letting things get to me, but maybe it's just who i am. Forget talking to people about my problems, trying to diagnose some depression, or apologizing for being this way. Maybe I just need to be comfortable with it and accept myself as this person.

Invite Christ in your life

I'm hanging out, sitting on a mechanics garage floor while Mike is changing my oil and fixing my brakes. I'm spending my time reading "Please Kill Me"-an uncensored version of the beginning of punk rock. It has a bunch of junkies on the cover also. This dude walks up to me and says "I see you like to read." The first thing i'm thinking is-what do i have? a library of like 30 books i'm going through? Just because i'm passing the time with this one doesn't mean it's my biggest passion in life. But i say "Ya, sure"
So he hands me a book about as thick as Crime and Punishment and says..."Well here's a book for you. Just keep it!"
I turn it over and the description says something like 'The best account of Christ's Life.'
So, awesome...now i get to keep this book that i'm never going to read.

BTDubs, i hate only having something to blog about every 3 or 4 days that aren't even funny. I need to be back in an office getting calls from crackheads wanting to sue the state for having to pay child support.