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Back empty camera’d…

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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.

My brain is speedy…

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…running like 1000 mph. If only I wanted it to zip along like this.

ThalidomideBeyoncétumourMexicoCityvisioncoveragewhitetrashmonster
cathaircaloriessaltwaterdamagegradschooldegreeprogramMastersdesign
diskfailuredefragCouplandcolorsorangeyellowtimeoffbreaknewjobnewcity
newtownMarylandTorontoawayhomefamilyfriendsnothingaloneNineInch
NailsBjörksuicideforeverneveroncepinkpurrsleepmoneymoneymoneymoney
moneybillssleep.

This stream of conciousness brought to you by my last thoughts before bed.

I’ve totally got to get a driveway…

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…having off on Wednesday was pretty kick ass.

Getting out of my parking spot this morning: not so much. I’m not entirely sure how I actually did it, but there was definitely a heroic amount of engine revving and spinning. Probably looked ridiculous for anyone living over my alleyway. Picture my Jetta, bustin’ out of the garage at like 15 mph, full stop before I plowed into the electric pole, snow flying as I ramped over a 2 foot snowbank and then ditched hard into my neighbour’s spot. I’d pee myself giggling from my window if I were upstairs.

Of course, I totally – and purposely – got it hung up in a drift on the way back from the grocery store tonight. I just wanted to see if I could get through the little secret alley I use to get home. Haha. I’m glad Nate was there to push or I’d have just left Klaus until the morning.

Speaking of morning, I should get ready for bed because 6 am approaches quickly.

The Best VD ever…

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This holiday started early for me. I gave myself the greatest VD gift I could find:

Seagate Momentus 5400.3

My very own Seagate Momentus 5400.3 120 GB hard drive! I’m so pleased with myself for not only installing it but for also not breaking my computer in the process. I love me! Thanks, VD, for reminding me of this best love of all.

Remind me to fucking stab Steve Jobs…

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My hard drive is seriously making me insane. All I’m trying to do is get everything into one nice, tidy image before I get my new drive and toss this corrupted, corroded, crap-tastic pile of platters into the trash. However, it’s not going into the night without a struggle. Tonight’s battleground: iTunes. Apparently, random tracks are going to be corrupted one by one and I’ll only know which are junk as my iPod tries to absorb them during autosync. So far, “High Times” by Jamiroquai, “Dividing Island” by Lansing Dreiden and “Rexall” by Dave Navarro have fallen victim to its evil ways. Nothing quite like reimporting a whole album just for one track, eh?

*gah* Further compounding this annoyance is the fact that I accidentally ordered the wrong drive (ATA-6 vs. SATA) and will have to wait until at least Tuesday before I can swap it out. What else will go wrong?

Update: Now my fucking iPod is acting like it can’t start up and will only work properly when connected to the computer. UGH!

What Nick sees…

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Well, this weekend is shaping up to be rather nice. I’m not really doing anything particularly crazy, but I think that’s okay after such a busy past week of interviewing and preparations for interviewing. Last night, I did some cleaning (since Nate is not here, as usual) and then painted the new piece you see above.

Tonight, Mike came over and watched Wizard People, Dear Readers (his first time) and The Devil’s Backbone. Dusty was right, I did prefer the latter to Pan’s Labyrinth, but only by a little. We also drank a copious amount of Pinot Noir and had some extra spicetastic food from the Bellefonte Wok. Then I drove him back to State College where we had a late night coffee and chat with his friend, Drew.

Overall, a pretty good weekend as far as my weekends go.

Scarfscarfscarf!

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It’s finally finished! I seriously can’t believe how freaking long the knitting actually took (like, three months) but I’m pretty thrilled with the result. I’m especially glad I stole those buttons from the Philadelphia Museum…because who doesn’t need a griffin on their scarf?

My brother, you’ve met…

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…and if you’ve not, you’ve read about him on this very blog at least once. Well, tonight he’s pretty much taken the gold star for pissing me the fuck off. Where shall I begin? Let’s start the story right before we depart for the grocery store. Since Nate is convinced that Wegman’s is the antichrist, we went to Weis in Bellefonte. This I did because I figured I could live without a few of the luxury things I usually buy, at least for two weeks. So, I asked Nate if he could drive since my trunk is full of clothes for Goodwill. He was hesistant but drove anyway. I mean, it’s a mile each way, so not a big deal.

So, I tried chatting with him on the way there and got the typical two sentences of response back. Whatever, I’m used to it.

Tried chatting with him in the grocery store. Again, nothing.

I filled the cart with my stuff and shared items and he put his things in. We made it to the register and I paid on my credit card, as is usual. Loaded up the truck, I put away the cart, and away we went.

On the way down the hill, Nate faltered at running a yellow light and had to hit the brakes hard to get stopped. The groceries slid to the front of his truck bed and a few things came unbagged. Immediately, this became my fault because I didn’t drive. As though things wouldn’t have fallen in my car if I slammed my brakes, right?

But still, not a big deal. I told him that they’d have fallen out of the bags in my car, too…don’t worry about it. We parked. We got out. I gathered stuff up. “WE are taking YOUR car next time,” Nate informs me, in that dad tone of voice I loathe. “Well, I’m glad that’s your decision to make, Nate. I have NEVER gotten all of the groceries for us in my car alone or anything ever,” I retort after I make sure he can carry the rest of the stuff up the stairs.

In the stairwell, he continues to bitch at me. *i’m not playing this game, i’m not*

“Nate, what do you get out of this?”

In the door and it happens. He says it. As I put things down in the kitchen, Nate declares “You’re just always finding ways to get out of little things.”

Yeah. Like when I put the Foreman grill in the oven instead of cleaning it. Or when I made him do three sinks worth of dishes this week. Or when I sat in my room while he took out the trash and carried the recycling bin upstairs and down. Or when I sat on the couch while he cleaned the entire apartment alone because I was “too busy with homework.”

Oh. Right. That’s actually THE OTHER FUCKING WAY AROUND!

Fuck this shit.

Addendum…

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Not everything about my weekend was awful, though. I did get to see all of the key players in my family…both Barbaras included. Saturday was spent roadtripping to Grove City to visit Hoover with Dusty. We lunched at the ever-creepy “Gin Sun” restaurant (replete with Mr. Lee), stomped through way too much snow, shopped all up ins the Prime Outlets and had Vocelli Pizza give us the run around with its retarded phone systems. I met this mysterious Amanda person for the first time and have a vague recollection of there being a glowing Wilfred Brimley on Saturday evening. It must have been great, whatever happened.