My new sick obsession

I cannot stop reading graphic novels. I know at one point I liked books without pictures in them, but I can't remember why now. I'm sticking to a few authors, but still.

Sandman III is at Another Dimension Comics and I just remembered that you pay the US price + exchange there. Hmm. I think I'll have to go there to check it out when I have the chance.

The week is going a little less rapidly than I'd like, but I've come to terms with that happening. It's almost Canada Day, which means champagne and Wayne's World I&II, possibly South Park: Bigger, Longer & Uncut. Wish you were here.

Drive by post...

Back from New York. Best 96 hours of my life. I've fallen in and out of love. Don't worry, I'm still young enough that it's going to happen a few more times for me. It sounds like it isn't fun, but it is... and it isn't... and it is.

I finished Whatever Happened to the Caped Crusader? and it was legendary. It was really, really fitting. Like I said last month, it never started and it won't ever stop.

Highlights? Calling out douchey internet fucks. Calling out douchey bathroom fucks. Falling in love with Southern charm. Realizing Deep Vs are not for those of the hairy variety. Double flasking everywhere. Last Night on the Mass Pike. Twittering. Chicago following me no matter where I go. The creeper in Chelsea who obviously wanted into our room. Drunken Family Channel. Flinching from hugs. Books on BTK. Chest dents everywhere.

It's weird feeling because I'm so happy to be back and so happy to be leaving again. I love my life and the way one time-zone can't hold me down. 

I don't get political or up on my high horse very often, but fuck the cops. I'd already lost my respect for them before this, but this makes me flat-out despise them.

Last night, safe and warm in my bed, I was reading twitter updates from various people about Philly cops and what they were doing to the members of the Bamboozle Road Show. Like the bands or hate the bands, if what they're saying is even 10% true, those cops deserve to have their badges taken away.

The worst part to me is the lack of recourse these bands have. They're in a different city every night. I bet ticketing them is a cop's wet dream, because they figure the band isn't going to bother fighting a parking ticket. Not only that, if they're attacked by the police, who do they call? What are they supposed to do? Fuck this shit, man.

When you see my face, hope it gives you hell...

Okay. First things first. Thursday is never not good. I don't care what anyone has to say about them, my seventeen year-old self loved them and my twenty-three year-old self loves them. There aren't a lot of bands with that claim to fame, I could probably name them without breaking a sweat. Also, there was a native midget there. A native little person, rather. It made my life.

The new Manchester Orchestra leaked, so I'm currently listening to that while looking at audiobooks to steal. It's kind of crazy what exists out there. I'm digging the new album almost enough to do a Music Monday on a Friday, weird, right?

I have a candle burning at my desk and Daniela just walked by and said "Oh, you always have the prettiest things. You have your beautiful plant and now you have this delicious candle." It's mulled wine.

I leave on Friday. Good riddance to bad rubbish. This weekend is all about relaxing and finishing yet another book [2nd this month so far]. Is/Was turned out to be only meh, so I'm glad it's done and done. I'm going to finish The Christmas Sweater on the train today, as long as it doesn't make me start tearing up again. After that, I'm going to put my efforts toward finishing another book I've been trying to finish for as long as I can remember. It will be done. Oh yes, it will be done.

I was just Rick Rolled for the first time ever. FML.

Oh God. This weekend.

Late planes, late nights.

Never has this phrase been more applicable:

"Those nights that turned into mornings, with those friends that turned into family."

♥

Thursday: Arrived late, had sushi with Mitchell and Lydia. Watched High Fidelity.

Friday: Bought a silo worth of alcohol, had coffee and cigarettes with Landon, bought shoes, looked at comics, had dinner, consumed silo of alcohol, jump-attacked Lydia and Tristan in bed, bought more alcohol, got drunker, watched Landon headsmash, wrangled Landon home, discussed many deep things, went to the water, went on Tangents [capitalized for emphasis, frequency, and our ability to come back to the point], went to the waterfront, went to the sauna, got locked out of the sauna, tried every wacky scheme we could to get in, sat in the elevator and pretended we were trapped, finally got let in by a woman coming home from the bar, went upstairs, smoked a last cigarette, went to bed watching Family Guy.

Saturday: Woke up and watched more Family Guy, visited Landon at work, bought books, got dinner, watched Ghost Town, began drinking second silo of alcohol, got fancied up, drew on glass walls, attended gala, won a Frilly Lily gift basket from a silent auction, Mitchell won 20 lbs of fudge [don't bother making jokes, we already made every single one of them], went to the gay bar, went to another gay bar, got super salty, came home, made a video about our saltiness, watched racially insensitive material, took more pictures, went to bed.

Sunday: [Original day of departure] Woke up at 9 a.m., went to Elbow Room, got sexually harassed and extremely drunk at breakfast, went back to the apartment, lounged, packed, went shopping, bought comics, watched Almost Famous, had sushi, missed flight, went to hotel, was salty, watched Family Channel, slept.

Monday: Hotel failed in waking me up, almost missed flight again, made flight, went home, showered, went to work.

Yes, I do always rule this much. Sexless marriages, polygamy, and photos to follow when I don't fail as much.

i still don't know exactly who i am, i never will oh man.

Well, blogger. You don't lmoe it but I've been blogging on you all day.

i schooled allison on how to drink like a woman, aka drinking a cooler in 3 seconds (read: 8 seconds)

i went to a house party where andrew was interested but i was not because HELLO! drew = the best times.

meghan is better times. caps wish they were involved in my drunkest post ever. 

theyre not. nor is punctuation. 

stupid davis. trying to get back together  with chantal. dnw, man, dee en dub.

Whatever, I haven't gotten over my crush from grade 10, yall don't know me. yall don't know my life.

apparently ill do some punctuation and spelling but not all. don't judge me?

Remember that time that I would only smoke marlboros?

Me either. This past night was a gong-show. I wish I could accurately represent what happened? But in order:

1. Renaldo, giving us some Mean Girls. Madge being straight-up 50s. 

2. Not getting enough drinks but being danced all up on right away.

3. Having two gays to rescue you instead of just one. 

4. Chugging coolers.

5. Hot wrist-bandana guy being too hot for real life.

6. Meeting a pornstar and not realizing he was a pornstar until Landon recognized from pornographic material he has studied.

7. Rosalie and Alex coming to an afterparty with us. 

8. Our own afterparty being better than anything else we could have done.

9. Almost getting killed by group of slightly homophobic people who don't take too kindly to being flipped off. No, actually.

10. Underwear party with painting, uninvited upstairs guests entering in the most unusual way ever, and a group bath.

11. Our paintings including peppercorns and bandages. 

12. The most awkward morning after this side of Mary finding out she was pregnant with Jesus.

13. Random gay men being perfectly awesome to dance with. 

14. Short gay men running rampant!

15. Go-Go Dancers! 

16. Someone totally fucking calling Piece of Me 8 seconds before it played. 

17. Alex passing out on the couch and us having to check to make sure he was alive and ensuring he was in the proper vomiting position.

18. Nerdy straight boys? No. 

19. Once again making out with a gay boy.

20. Mixing champagne, vodka, rockstar for the cocktail of doom. 

21. Drinking a silo, van, and bucket of alcohol. 

22. Spoon-dancing? Something involving spoons over our nipples and Landon grabbing my breasts for no apparent reason. 

23. Drinking while watching The Gods Must Be Crazy and thinking it was a documentary.

24. The bathroom being the best fucking seat in the house. 

25. Corporate discussions on the balcony. 

And now, I think I want to go smoke with Landon, my new BFF from last night. He and I might actually be the same person. We're trying to piece together the evening and all of us have different recollections of everything but something none of us can figure out is whether or not we were wearing pants when the guy scaled the wall, Spiderman-style.

Let's go outside and we'll play William Tell

I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.

When you start listening to me, I'll start listening to you.

Update in point form!

• Not moving out. Bummed.
• Back from LA. Sort of miss parts of it.
• Vancouver in 2 weeks.
• Epic room clean scheduled for the rest of forever. Let's box it up.
• $20 scanners because I am the queen.
• Decorating ideas.
• Agreeing with Kyle on things.
• Vancouver in 2 months.
• The idea of karma.
• Road trips in 1 year.
• Your face!

Just kidding on that last one, I love your face. This update has been brought to you by the letters C, M, K, and the number 7.

Oh me, oh my. It's been a few days since I updated about Team Hannah. Nothing new on that front, except we did discover a picture of a PandaDragon, which is our best guess as to her true species.

I just opened my copy of Clarity, which I purchased on the same evening as the Team Hannah shirt, and found a note that read:

Hey Lisa,

I was going to get

you rubber vomit

because you barf a lot,

but I got you this

CD instead.

Merry Christmas,

Jay

And I'm sharing that fact with you because I can. Hasta, tea time!

The highlight of my day so far

I walk to the clinic unless it's super cold or super rainy. Today, I walked to the clinic, even though it looked like it was about to rain, Noah's ark-style. On the way to the clinc, there are underpasses that you have to walk under. No big deal, I do this all the time. On my way under, I saw a midget. That in and of itself is pretty awesome. But then I saw a homeless man urinating just off the walkway and the midget and I exchanged equally disgusted looks. Midget interaction, guys. That's the highlight of my day.