Back empty camera’d…

Apparently I’m no longer interested in taking photos, because I just got back from Philadelphia and have nothing photographic to show for it. My camera never even left its bag during the entire weekend.

My visit to Lindsie’s was great, but back to that in a second.

Some things I hate about living with my brother:

1. Any and every time is time to talk to Nick. For instance, when he’s reading. Or watching a movie that’s nearly over. Especially when he’s reading a Japanese movie that’s nearly over (and has been interrupted once, by Nate Sr…my dad.)
2. When you rebuff or rebuke him, he reacts in a manner usually reserved for chided children or pets. Sulks and marches away talking about how much I “hate him” or “am always pissed.”
3. Leaves the Foreman Grill out for ever-increasingly long periods of time. The current record: this entire week. My apartment smells like days-old meats of all varieties.

But, back to things that are good.

Aside from alcoholic-level drinking, Lindsie and I also did some really fun things over the weekend that was. On Friday, I was tasked with locating a college in the Main Line alone. I survived. I even made it to my intended destination with minimal lost-ness. I also walked to Philadelphia University and had a good meeting with admissions and the Digital Design/Instructional Design & Technology programs’ director. So hooray for that. Lindsie arrived home not long after I had settled back into her place and we departed for the theater to see The Number 23. It sucked balls. However, due to a traffic-y journey, we had plenty of time for enjoyable conversations. On Saturday, we made our way to Center City to shop and tour the Mütter Museum, which was delightfully disgusting. I finally located a sweater with asymmetrical buttons on the shoulder and Lindsie absolutely SLAUGHTERED in Ann Taylor. The crowds proved too much and we packed it in not long after, though. Take away lesson: bitch can make a mean Tom Collins. And, evidently, so can I.

This week is going to be busy with grad school applyin’ and GRE-preparin’ and other such things. I guess the upside is that it will keep me occupied so I don’t fillet my brother.