2009

is a new year.

you know, im pretty sure i hate writing in this blog.
who reads it, anyway?

just people that think i suck.
its kind of unfortunate, actually.

today we left and decided to come back to chesapeake for a little bit.
my parents are going through some tough times
and the apartment is horribly cold, anyway.


the move-in on saturday went very nicely.
we finished before the sun set and had the night to enjoy the idea of living independently.
we got a 12 pack of beer taken away on vine street, but oh well.
you win some, you lose some.

definitely stoked on the outcome of this first semester.

but honestly, im tired of being in school already.

thank god for this month-long break!

courntey and i are spending christmas and new years in richmond

and i cant wait.

i hear that RVA really knows how to ring in the new year.

two down.

three to go.

im done with this semester thursday night.
this was by far the fastest four months of my entire life.
things have changed more than i could ever have imagined.
but finally, im the happiest and most content that ive ever been.

call me selfish, but i think that i deserve it.

december.

time for:
finals, end of the semester, moving out, christmas, new york, new years, the list goes on.

there are tons of things to be excited about.

porter st. cave-in part II

friday we went to a dance party on porter street thinking that it was going to be a replay of the dance party there back in september.
the one where the floor snapped because of the massive amounts of people dancing on the hardwood floors.

but unfortunately, that wasnt what happened.
it turned into a serious cluster-fuck.
cops everywhere, people all over the place, and drunken fist fights.
not to mention, some pyscho roofied courtneys drink.
i know i know, never take a drink from someone random.
but still, its weird that that kind of thing actually happens. she was all right,
just unnaturally incoherent and flirtacious. luckily, everyone realized something was
wrong and keith took her back. keith is a really great friend.

malcolm and i ended up driving everyone back and forth from home to porter. from porter to home. at least everyone got home safe.
porter will never be able to compete with the original dp that was there a while ago.

p.s. today we got the apartment on brunswick st. im so excited to move out.
mid-december ill have my own place.
i dont think its sunken in yet.

i should be sleeping, but im not.

in my human societies and globalization class, we have to give a group presentation on the country of our choice.

my group picked sri lanka.

they have the coolest flag ever.

tomorrows agenda:

1. check out a few more apartments; hopefully pay the deposit on the
one at marshall
2. go to work
3. drive to DC
4. escape richmond for a day and a half

this week,
i got courtneys bike stolen. i feel so horrible that it happened.
i swear, it was karma because i lied about why i was late to work that day.
i woke up ridiculously late and blamed my lateness on the theft of my back wheel.
(which didnt happen)
i hate lying, but i panicked. i guess i got what i deserved.
the story that something happened with my bike turned out to be true.


also this week: rain, code red and vodka, work, apartment searching and studying.

lastly, an update on the deck from 1305 cary:
the deck wasnt built under a permit, therefore making it an illegal addition to the house.
the plot thickens!
injuries to date: broken neck, broken hip, concussion, dislocated knee, scarred face, black eyes, and (allegedly) an amputated foot.
RVA IS 4-DPs is dangerous.

this is what ive decided:

that from now on, my blog will be dedicated to stories since my move to richmond.
im not really sure who reads this, but i hope to interest at least someone in my experiences here.



to start:

tonight was first friday.
its the exciting friday in the month when broad street is devoted to art exhibits and fire-breathing unicylists.
typically, theres a big dance party that hundreds of people go to.
tonight, the DP was on cary street.
which was problem number one seeing as parties on cary usually get broken up.
anyway,
there were about three-hundred people in a THREE bedroom house; which was problem number two.
as the night went on, the music got louder, people get louder, and the balcony on the house slowly gave way.
(it wasnt meant to hold more than 15 people)
the night abruptly ended with two firetrucks, ambulances and VCU police surrounding the mound of people tangled and bleeding under a balcony that had broken off of the house.

people were hurt badly and nearly everyone injured was drunk beyond reason.
people were under the balcony, on the balcony and on the roof.
blood was everywhere, JOOSE was everywhere, and broken 40s were everywhere.
a random can of lime green latex paint flew into the air and onto everyones clothes.
it was an awful way to end a dance party.

its insane

(some of the pictures came out extremely blurry)

last night was absolutely surreal.

VCU students blocked BROAD STREET until two in the morning.

we ran up and down the street and screamed and celebrated a new beginning.

this is something to be excited about.

today i witnessed the failing economy, first-hand.

people are losing jobs. people that are higly qualified, hard working people.

hahaa.

i really hate the thought of getting political in a blog, but

this is too funny to keep hidden on my computer.

haha,

people are so clever!

today i worked for WAY too long.

being surrounded by beads and jewelry can take a toll on a persons peace of mind.

seriously.

anyway, after work i rode home and headed to the library in an attempt to get some much needed studying done.

naturally, there was distraction after distraction and i ended up barely doing anything.

just as i began to give up on the day (and myself),

there it was.

SOMETHING TO BE OPTIMISTIC ABOUT!

the friends of the library book sale (that ended friday) has an unorganized mess of books left over between the aisles on the second floor.

and instead of cleaning it up, theyve decided to give the assorted literature away!
yes, give everything away. for free.

needless to say i walked out with plenty of reading.

my grabs included:

a dictionary of art and artists

i journalist book on invasions of privacy

"the discovery of the individual"

"the loved and the envied"

and more!

SO STOKED.

"2 men accused of planning massacre, targeting Obama"

holy shit!
so, i just read about how two skinheads
plotted to kill 88 african-americans, then "drive as fast as they could towards Obama, shooting at him from the windows".

they planned on robbing homes for money, stealing guns, going on a killing spree and then assassinating obama.
i mean, i know that there are people that dont support obama

(everyones entitled to his or her own opinion) but who wants him dead?!

p.s. the two guys were 18 and 20!
a little young to be making such extravagent killing plans, dont you think?

ive been so busy lately i dont know what to do with myself.

blahblahblah.

im excited for:

paycheck monday

halloween

of montreal

BULDING MY OWN BIKE

ect.

also, im quitting smoking.

no more american (free) spirits.

R.I.P

angel.

you were the most beautiful cat ive ever seen.

we'll miss you.

completely

emotionally worn down.
i cant act like i dont care anymore, because i do.
which is the problem.

i need a new life here.
i need to try harder to separate myself.

my tarot:
"in order to find out the truth with others, you need to be honest with yourself first. you need to seek the truth and figure out how you truly feel."
i guess its true.

sorry everyone, for my fuck you post.
sorry rachel.
maybe im a little irrational sometimes, but im done forgiving everyone.

IF

youre writing missed connections
and making all these different attempts to get my attention,
why cant you just do it when were actually together??

ill never understand you.
ive gone the lonesome, dramatic, timid-boy route.
and i didnt like it.

i can appreciate honesty. and manners.
youve definitely got manners.
maybe a little honesty.


maybe we can save the world together and live in south america together one day.

good music; good writing.

"things in life is either flesh or money, like they cant be both at the same time. that would be like them being both alive and dead" (rant)

rant is a book that kind of disgusts me, but i think that was palahniuk's intention.
and i can appreciate shocking, abnormal literature.
the book is like a modern-day satire, almost.

he wrote something terribly disgusting and disturbing in hopes of people rethinking certain things about themselves and societal ideals.
it emphasizes peoples obsession with life, money, status and how ridiculous it is; how people are so quick to ignore major problems and issues because theyre caught up in things are unimportant.
maybe this is why chuck palahniuk is all the rage right now.

check him out HERE----->
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fO9FIRDjJTM
i guess hes got such a way with storytelling because hes a fictional writer.

coffee, cigarettes and globalization knowledge

made for a really interesting night.

i like being interested in people and figuring things out.

tomorrow im going to ALL my classes and going job-searching.

im going start saving money so i can move here permanently or at least have a home here other than these disgusting dorms.

i think it will be something to secure things more and force me to balance my time better.

and i mean, theres nothing wrong some extra $$$. right??

p.s. I WANT THIS!!

The Toyger cat is a medium sized, short haired domestic cat reminescent of a toy tiger. Designed with a modern city life with humans in mind, it is an intellegent and willing companion animal, active and highly trainable. Color and markings are that of a satin toy while type suggests a big cat---long bodied and tailed, large boned and muscular, round ears, large chin-leading muzzle with broad nose tip. This cat will one day resemble a tiny, shiny toy tiger on leash or playing with the kids.

the cutest thing ive ever seen.

if i was crying

in a van, with my friend,

it was for freedom;

from myself and from the land.

i made a lot of mistakes.

i made a lot of mistakes.

i made a lot of mistakes.

i made a lot of mistakes.

dont think of it as goodbye forever.

its weird how people have made goodbyes such a difficult thing to do.
maybe its just the worry that things will never be the same.

maybe its the comfort of having a familiar body with you for a brief time and realizing how perfect it is.

maybe its just something that people werent meant to have to do.

we'll miss you, indianians.

blah

belle isle tonight was absolutely beautiful.

the weather here is basically perfect. maybe a little on the cold side, but i still love it.

im starting to feel like im honestly making a life here.

the more time goes on, the less i look back.

p.s. pics from 1117 grace st.

last night someone asked me:

"why would you like your heart being pulled in two directions?"

i said:
"i dont know. i just love joose and uncertainties."

science vs. romance

"facts versus romance you go and call yourself the boss
but we're not robots inside a grid text versus romance
you go and add it all you want
still we're not robots inside a grid. "

jenny lewis is a beauty.

<------------

(like gator)

seriously, the song totally is an illustration of modern-day enlightenment thinking.
the whole "reason vs. emotion" conflict.

readings in literature for you:
even when people during the Renaissance were trying rationalize everything out, they satirized the fact that emotion would always inevitably rule.
even when people try to think things over theyll always go with the
emotional decision.
check out:
CANDIDE by VOLTAIRE or....
GULLIVERS TRAVELS by JONATHAN SWIFT

this definitely, definitely not ok.
isnt there something telling you that there is something wrong with the situation?

yeah, i highly doubt it.

p.s. anyone want a cut copy ticket??

i really love

rain, good conversation, unexpected texts.

it makes things here even better.

but, i miss gator!

gahhhh, hes such a beauty.

the other thing i miss:

its weird how drastically things have changed in a matter of one and a half months.

p.s. DANCE PARTY TONIGHT

CUT COPY TOMORROW

DANCE PARTY SATURDAY

!!!

"do you believe in soul mates?"

sorry, but i dont think i do.
i think that maybe its an excuse to be able to hope that something will pan out eventually.
that in the midst of broken hearts, pointless feelings and worries every human being will find complete happiness at some point.

optimism at its finest?(definition: optimism is an outlook on life such that one maintains a view of the world as a positive place)
everything counts.
every small fucking detail.

everbody wants to rule the world.

today i went to all my classes.

and it felt great!

needless to say i feel very accomplished.

i cant wait to be an english teacher. its one thing that i know will make me happy.

ill get cool presents like this BEST TEACHER patch

<---- for teacher appreciation week. and gift cards to starbucks! AND i can leave the state of virginia and have a job anywhere i want.

p.s. bluegrass show or no blugrass show? im not sure whether i should go or not.

i do love

BANJOS!

something interesting about banjos:

The banjo is a stringed instrument developed by enslaved Africans in the United States, adapted from several African instruments.[1] The name banjo commonly is thought to be derived from the Kimbundu term mbanza. Some etymologists derive it from a dialectal pronunciation of "bandore", though recent research suggests that it may come from a Senegambian term for the bamboo stick used for the instrument's neck.

for a minute i lost myself.

i think its stupid that a title for a blog is required. maybe i dont want to name it all the time!

what else i think is stupid:

people not being straight up.

nothing to do

having pbr with nothing to do!

right?

there are lots of other things i think are stupid, but im not going to elaborate.

because it doesnt matter.

dear weekend,

please hurry up. i dont mind that the camping plans fell through. and i dont mind about cut copy, either. ive gotten used to strange situations and im positive that i can handle it.

this whole thing just one-hundred percent weird. weird like

the obvious sexual tension between Hollywood siblings

<------------ jake and maggie gyllenhaal.

i mean, they act like theyre dating!

p.s. i dont hate anyone. and i hope that everyone stops giving me a reason to WANT to hate them very soon.

im here with all of my people!

go listen to the presets.

<-----i mean, look how awesome they are!

soooo australian. (much like theyre headlining band: CUT COPY!)

check em out!

p.s. i really like richmond today.there are a handful of things i miss about chesapeake, but today, richmond is perfect. i like it. i also like honesty and nice teeth.

<--------------- a diagram of teeth.

what a cool picture.

p.s. soul garage tomorrow at STICKY RICE. the hippest place in richmond. ive got no clue who they are but the description mentioned DISCO. of course im there!