My annual allergy post
My allergies make my mornings hell. You know that state of waking up where you’re kind of in between being awake and asleep, and you can either wake up completely or fall back asleep? Today, I woke up (7:50AM), and as soon as I started moving around in bed, my nose decides to let out allllll the snot that didn’t drip out last night… then come the sneezes. In the morning, I sneeze about 7 to 15 times in a matter of minutes. Kind of annoying. I swear my body makes up for all the times I didn’t sneeze during sleep.
Flush Yourself Down The Toilet
Pete Doherty Injects Drugs Into People (and then into himself, of course…)
So… I’ve never actually heard Pete Doherty’s music, and I’m not very curious about it, but… I think he beat out (pre-rehab) Scott Weiland for the Famous Fuck-Up Who Can’t Quite Get It Together award. Seriously. He looks like he’s about to die. Actually, I take that back. He looks like he’s already dead. I feel sorry for him.

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I know the letter by itself or with a plus or minus sign is what really counts, but it bothers me that I was only two points away from a perfect score. It was something to do with shape tween. Yeah sometimes the letters in my name just can’t morph into one another smoothly no matter what I do.

Graduating
“This weekend is your last brunch weekend! Unless they keep brunch open during senior week. Do they?”

“I don’t know. They’ll probably just let us fend for ourselves.”

“Their way of saying ‘Welcome to the real world.’…”

My roommate, Elah, is graduating in a week. I am happy, but sad. Who will I get “foodfood” with? Who, besides the two of us, actually understands what “foodfood” is? Sigh. I still have to get her a graduation present. I have a gift in mind, but I might have to split the cost with some people. How much does one usually spend on a graduation gift if it’s a good friend?

Real and fake reasons why I haven’t really posted any stuff from my classes this semester.

a) I don’t have a scanner.
b) I quit school in February and I spend my time gambling in Atlantic City.
c) I don’t like some of the stuff I made this year.
d) I decided to be a chem major.
e) I’m too lazy to upload stuff.
f) My life revolves around television these days, not the Internet.
So anyway, here’s something from my paper promotion project. Each of the characters I’m illustrating are based on musicians or folks from England… or people married to musicians from england. Poor Liam. I gave him awful hair. and gave him a crazy elongated neck… unless he was doing that on purpose in the picture.

So my “big secret that really isn’t a secret. it’s kind of embarassing, but not really…” is that I was quite the Strokes fan when I was 16 and 17. Anyone who’s been reading my site since I was still at Rock-Queen.com knows that… I doubt that a lot of you were reading my site around then. Anyway, I never got to see them live. I went to college, got Room On Fire, realized that most of the songs I liked on the ROF were songs that I listened to many times when they still had names like “Ze Newie”, and I shelved the album. Then I “forgot” about them until I heard about their third album. (I’m still ambivalent about that album.)
I saw them live for the first time tonight. Before we left, I told my friend that we could just hang in back because I didn’t need to be in the crowd. I thought they probably wouldn’t be that great. Yeah, once they started playing, 16-Year-Old-Denise took over and oh.my.heck. I had tons of fun. Too bad I didn’t sneak in my digital camera. I could’ve taken some pretty good close-up pictures.
On a side note, Nick Valensi needs to cut his hair a little. Yes, I’m sure his hair doesn’t affect his guitar playing, but when he and Julian were doing “Ask Me Anything”, I thought Nick was some woman that they brought out to play the mellotron. Seriously. I didn’t realize that it was an actual band member until about halfway through the song.

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roommate: drunk iceskating here we come!!!!

August 12th. 21st birthday. I want to go ice skating (because I’ve never ice skated before). Seriously.

I’m kind of getting bored with my site. I’m not getting rid of it, though. I’ve put too much time and money into it to quit now.

I’ve got a 10-page paper on Rwandan Gacaca courts due next week. I’m panicking, but it’s definitely my fault for not managing my time. I’ve also got a paper promotion project* due next week. I’ve got to run 3 more prints and I have a lithograph plate to make for Printmaking before May 1st. I’ve also got to find some way to go home to get my notebook for my Genocide, War Crimes, and Law final. Procrastination’s a bitch.

*I only want to work on this one. I’m illustrating 7 different characters for the project and I’ve put a little self portrait in there. Except it looks more like me when I’m driving, the cover of Aladdin Sane, and a member of KISS. It’s kind of weird.

I hate our neighbors. They are all just loud in general and blast music when you really don’t need to. A few days ago, it was 12 in the morning and one of us asked them to turn it down. If it was at 11, they turned it down to 10. My roommate knocked on their door and asked them to turn it down again. The girl gave my roommate an attitude, told her she turned it down, slammed the door in her face, and turned it down. If I can decipher the lyrics to a song that is being played in the next apartment without trying to, it’s too loud.

I have been trying to think of ways to get back at our neighbors if they ever do it again. So far “Blasting 1812 Overture at 8AM on a Saturday morning” is my favorite solution. How do you deal with annoying, loud neighbors?

On Monday morning, I found a bug bite on my thigh. I covered it with a band-aid to stop myself from scratching it. (It would look like I was scratching my crotch from far away.) I changed the band-aid the next day, but I removed the new band-aid early because the bite wasn’t itchy anymore. My skin kind of felt weird, but I figured it was that feeling your skin gets after removing a band aid. I woke up the next morning and saw that a rash formed… in the shape of a band-aid.

It looks bad. It also felt a lot worse than the actual bite that caused all this. I couldn’t cover it up because HA! I MUST BE ALLERGIC TO THE ADHESIVE. Can you develop an allergy to something as you get older? Because I cannot imagine life without band-aids! All those future scrapes and papercuts. Ouch.

Mae was boring once again. Watching the police escort the drunks out was more entertaining. Even though I had no idea what they were singing, Yellowcard was entertaining.

on sunday it was super hot. i was stuck in traffic on the parkway, my car windows were rolled down, and i was all sweaty.

RIGHT NOW (10:09AM), IT’S SNOWING.

[edit]: 10:30… it’s bright an sunny again.. april is weird

While I was stuck in traffic on the Parkway on Sunday, I was thinking that if I didn’t marry for love or.. erm.. money, I’d marry someone for the first letter of their last name. My last name begins with a letter that is at the end of the alphabet. Kind of annoying throughout elementary school, middle school, high school… and college. It’d be awesome to have a last name that started with one of the first 7 letters of the alphabet.