Things that I need to do before I die:

See the Lawrence Arms perform 15 Minutes and the Kitchen Floor done!

It was an amazing show. The openers were meh and I wasn't in a good mood because I forgot how to work NYC over the summer and got lost a whole lot trying to get to the venue. But Brendan Kelly is the man and I should have gone up and talked to ( Read more... )

I hope we don't die alone.

I love the smell of weed in my room. Oh, people below me, you so crazy ( Read more... )

My computer's up on blocks. Duplos specifically.  In my continuing war on technology, or rather technology's war on me, I've encountered the lovely largely laptop-centric problem of overheating. So far Duplos have worked great.  In other news I have never in my entire life ever wanted to go to school more than I do right now. I downloaded the new ( Read more... )

"Andrew,
  I am not sure about the status of membership cards at the moment, if we have any or not. However, a plastic card is not the best reason to join the Communist Party."

Damn it, they're on to me!

August! As of now less than 30 days until school. I just downloaded Bomb the Music Industry's newest album, having not heard anything before I'm kinda disappointed.  I finished the last Harry Potter book, I'm a little disappointed with that too after all the speculation, but whatever.  Otakon happened. That was exciting. Japanese pop groups with ( Read more... )

A cousin of mine played Eric in the first two seasons of "Are You Afraid of the Dark". This is weird for a couple of reasons. 1) Those are the seasons with the episodes I actually remember (Kid gets stuck in pinball game, weird alternate dimensions glasses. And 2) I didn't find this out until I looked him up on IMDB a few days ago. It's pretty cool ( Read more... )

For the last week I have been in semi-isolation at a beach house relative to Ocean City in terms of minutes. Within that time I had a significant amount consumed by seemingly endless blood lust in Sir Leon's cracked copy of Grand Theft Auto: Vice City. After some disturbance over the apparent glee I received from, say, causing a middle-class woman ( Read more... )

No more class for three months. Let the party commence ( Read more... )

Plans for weekend:

Friday: Die

Saturday: Rise from grave, enter NYC, empty bank account

Sunday: Return to grave.

School's almost done. How crazy is that? Three more of those and what do I do? Parent's basement? Homelessness? Graduate school? Moderate success?

Mission of Burma is not a very good band. Well, they're alright, not great.