Sometimes, I like to go through the "missed connections," "men seeking women," "women seeking men" etc. ads on Craigslist in both Portland and NYC for the purpose of correcting the more glaring grammatical errors. I've yet to actually send an email with my corrections, for fear of initiating contact with some desperate, horny single in my area, but ( Read more... )

OH MY GOODNESS PETE AND ASHLEY ARE ENGAGED! The spillage of pretzels, high pitched incoherent noises, and jump/flailing just ensued.
Please please let there be little Pete babies sometime soon. Because, hello, amazing!
AMAZING!

On many levels as an undergrad I used to dread the breaks that would send me back to NY. Sure it was nice to see my family and my city, but I didn't have too many friends to see. I missed having the fun come to me, just being able to sit outside my dormroom/the library/wherever and wind up in an hour long impromptu conversation with a friend. I ( Read more... )

"chAAAAAnge"

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Damn, Alex D. Way to be MADE OF MAGIC!
Also, notice Alex M's trademark brushing his hair to the side.

These people exist, and I am so SO glad that they do. They are called The Cab, and I will talk more about them in the context of my upcoming Big Concert Weekend entry, but for now you should know that I haven't been this excited about a band in a while. Not since I started paying attention to the fact that Cobra Starship existed, actually. Here is ( Read more... )

Tomorrow, this happens. Then it happens AGAIN on Saturday in Seattle!

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My housemate just came home drunk (on a Monday night! Go Jenn!), and made the cat dance the macarena and the YMCA.

My favorite part of this afternoon was when my housemate screamed "OH SHIT! THE HOUSE IS FLOODING! HELP!" Sure enough, the utility sink in the basement had The Broken, and the water was gushing out. Neither Jen nor I had any clue how to shut it off. To make matters worse, the damn sink wasn't draining! Our only means of dealing with the situation ( Read more... )

My enthusiasm for glasses is waning because every pair I try on prompts me to sing, "Oo-Ee-Oo, I look just like Buddy Holly," which, as it turns out, isn't nearly as appealing as Weezer makes it out to be. At least, not without someone to be Mary Tyler Moore.