Keith is the champeen, having found the coolest VW Rabbit ad this side of ever. Thanks muchly, new best friend! Now, for your viewing pleasure, the advertisement. (You know, in case you couldn’t click your way into comments.)
The first person that can find me video on the interweb of the adorable new VW Rabbit ad wins my eternal devotion as a friend.
For reals. You can probably even sell a prize like that on eBay.
What a splendidly eventful weekend. I came home on Thursday night (after receiving my AirPort Express – my new favourite gadget of all time) and settled in at home for a weekend of nothing but celebration. Friday was spent being busy with Nate’s graduation party preparations. There were potatoes to be foiled, chairs to be positioned, streamers to be streamed and all other manner of madness. Saturday was a day of last minute tasks augmented with a visit to my cripple-friend, Lindsie. I filled myself with lemon cake (a new recipe, as Becky reminded me) and then came home for festivities.
Nate’s party was an unmitigated success. The only snafu was my beligerantly drunk grandfather. You’ve not lived completely until you’ve seen a 70 year old chasing somebody down in an effort to retrieve his keys, spilling a red plastic cup of beer all the way. Dear lord…where is the mind’s erase function? I was graced with a long visit between myself, Barbara Flora and not one but TWO of her sisters. And, I ate like a motherfucker…delicious deliciousness filled the garage.
Following the party (well, my stint at it, anyway) I met up with H to the oovah and drove to Dusty’s for his 22nd birthday party. It was a 70s themed evening, but I hadn’t dressed up. Which was okay, considering Mandy went beyond all out. Skinny trollop. Things were great and many a photo was snapped by a shutter-obsessed host. Perhaps he’ll even be posting said photos soon? Hmm? The only problem with the party was when I decided that Sonya and I needed to break into the Jehovah’s Witness church. And we couldn’t get to it by road…oh, no…we had to go through the wooded embankment. My legs and feet wear the scars (broken digits?!) of a tumbling entrance back into the party grounds. Ooops. I did, however, thoroughly destroy Ms. Trackstar on all fronts of running.
With my entire hungover family, I attended Seth and Katie’s combined birthday party before driving back, frantically shopping and obsessively cleaning. It was a major push to the finish but by 7:30, I was entirely ready for the arrival of my aunt, who is here now. Thus, my week is begun and I’m not even lonely. Wee!
So much anger! Is it the lack of nicotine? I don’t know, but in day five of The Great Smokeout, I’m beyond frustrated with just about everything and everyone. I need some sort of personal analysis engine that also keeps a database. If I could quanitfy a baseline beligerence level for each of the recurring situations in my life (cut off on 220 by a Cavalier, slighted by a coworker, dropped my sunglasses on the sidewalk), I’d then be able to judge my new reactions to see if I am really more ENRAGED than usual. Because, in the haze that is detox, I really cannot tell if this is ‘normal’ or not. I JUST WANT TO CUT A BITCH, you know?
Aside from that, I’m doing rather well. Thanks for asking.
Last night, two new friends came over. I know. It was strange enough for friends to be coming INTO my life, let alone that they be new. These guys, named Kyle and Dave, were over to discuss the impending oil crisis and other such neo-green madness. We watched a great documentary, The End of Suburbia, which served to jumpstart our brains and really made for a good jumping-off point. After their departure, I basically did a big fat nothing and then crashed. Tonight: taking photos for a client in Belleville and then packing up in BelleFONTE for a trip home tomorrow. Maybe receiving my AirPort Express? Please?
Since so many of my friends seem to have trouble making sense of what it is that they need to do in order to not piss me off, I’ve decided to make a short list. That way, if you seem to see me not being ‘chill’ enough for you, you can consult these points and come to a quick conclusion as to what it is that I’m on about.
And that’s really all there is to making me glad that we are friends. Personally, I feel like these items are common sense, but experience is proving otherwise these days.
P.S. Something like the Bellefonte Cruise would be called ‘traffic’ anywhere other than rural America.
Did we create a modern myth?
Did we imagine half of it
would happen in a thought from now?
Save yourself
Save yourself
The secret is out
The secret is out
To buy the truth
And sell a lie
The last mistake before you die
So don’t forget to breathe tonight
Tonight’s the last so say good-bye
The secret is out [x4]
Good-bye [x17]
“A Modern Myth” by 30 Seconds to Mars
This started out life as the new poster for our hallway at ETS, but quickly turned into an OCD task as I hand placed circles well into last night. Of course, you benefit because it makes a pretty background, just in time for summer.
Click right on this textular area for a 1680 x 1050 version. [edit: redirected to Portfolio]
…while battling my mouse and its batteries just so I could post this picture. Appreciate:
And if you’re hurting
I will replace the noise with silence instead
Flushing out your head
If you like it violent
We can play rough and tumble
Fall into bed
And I won’t breathe so you can recover
