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. 

Oh man. I always get so antsy when it comes time to leave the city. I wish I could just go right now. At least I didn't have any trouble getting to sleep last night. I won't have my blackberry and that'll be hella weird, but I'll be available via AIM. If you want to text or anything, you already have the number. Or you should. I'm looking at you on this one, Mitchell.

I'm actually pretty stoked on this trip, not gonna lie. But I also know Meghan and I are really just going to spend most of the plane ride planning out our next trip, logistics wise. Chicago in August, what of it? Probably not for Lollapolooza, unless we can maybe roll into town right around the time Manchester Orchestra is playing. I'd pretty much give both testicles [if I had them] to see those guys again.

So much to do tonight.

1. Get cigarettes
2. Finish laundry
3. Pack
4. Get more Failbucks with Meghan
5. Lift-Off!

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.

My name is melinda

This is my life and it's ending one day at a time.
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Who wants to divorce me?

I haven't updated since Thursday. WEIRD. Also, for the record, Mitchell is my favourite person ever right now. From a crack den to the W? Yes, you're my favourite for reasons that aren't just your connections. There's also the fact that sometimes when I think about you, it's hard to breathe because I miss you that much.

I've started actually using my twitter. So. Give 'er. twitter.com/melindahinman

I might change the name back to recordskip, just to go along with the blog title.

Not much has happened this weekend. I went out and got drunk with the boys on Friday. I went to a barbecue on Saturday. I went to church on Sunday.

Speaking of church. Can anyone explain the logic of getting married at 18? If anyone knows this, I'd love to find out. That to me makes ZERO sense. Marriage before you can legally drink in the USA? What if you want to honeymoon in Vegas? You can't gamble! You can't do anything fun! What if you decide at nineteen that you want to go backpacking through Europe and really find yourself. OH WAIT, you have a spouse you need to clear that with. I've said it before and I'll say it again, some day I'll make someone a terrific ex-wife. Just so we're clear, I don't mean that bitterly. I think I'd make an awesome divorce partner.

Trashy Tuesday Fun Fact: I hide my flask in my pants when I go to bars. My flask says "Douchebag."

Tonight I did a stream-of-consciousness about things that make me happy. I was kind of surprised at some of them. For example, I like being 23 and still printing. If I were to handwrite, it would look horrendous, I promise.

The big news of the day is my new diet plan. Coffee [black], cigarettes, and Diet Coke. When I'm all emaciated and look like a heroin addict, that'll be why.

Lelaina: I was really gonna be something by the age of 23.
Troy: Honey, the only thing you have to be by the age of 23 is yourself.
Lelaina: I don’t know who that is anymore.
Troy: I do. And we all love her. I love her. She breaks my heart again and again but I love her.

Genius needs to burn a little while longer, guys.

A dead Lois?

Maybe you're a classy girl, but tonight I plan on drinking crotch vodka.

Sometimes I say things for no reason other than the desire to say things that are completely inappropriate. I also feel it necessary to expend all negative energy I'm feeling on one person. God help you if you're the only one in the room.

Meghan has good news for me tonight and I'm hoping it's something ridiculous, like she won the lottery and is taking me as a trophy bride. Also, I got the cutest, oddest compliment today. I have a Bibo calendar and a Toucan Sam laptop case, the laptop case being the same one as in a previous post on here. Either way, it's freakin' presh. So, I guess Trevor told his wife about both of these things because he sent me an email that said his wife thinks she and I might have similar tastes and could I give any reccomendations for a laptop.

Naturally, I pimped the last generation MacBooks, because those babies are sleek. Anyway. I explained all my reasons for liking it and he forwarded the email to his wife. Her response was:

Oh, I just knew she'd have a Mac! :)

They were in the top three of every review I read! Tell her thank you for all her help.

I don't remember what the rest of the email said, there was more that was complimentary to me. She's so precious. Honestly, though? I pimp Macs. I'll be in Future Shop, just looking and help someone make the decision to buy a Mac. It's pretty awesome.

Anyway, time to find out the good news! I hope it's a pony!

It's funny how quickly seeing someone can disillusion you. Sorry, Josh Clark, your nerdy voice is much hotter than your face because your face reminds me of my grade eight math teacher.

Also, Magnum PI? Really? Tom Selleck is so gross.

She doesn't own a dress, her hair is always a mess...

Trashy Tuesday fun fact: I'm trying to go without shampooing every day. I know that's not particularly trashy, but it makes me feel trashy.

I have my Starbucks, and that's always a good time. Say what you want, but coffee makes it go faster.

I worked last night and I work again tonight. My feet are sore, but I still love Chapters. Suzanne pulled me in last night and told me because minimum wage went up in Alberta, my wage was adjusted. Weird. Definitely didn't know minimum wage went up. Oh well. I'll have an extra whatever amount on my cheque on Friday. That reminds me, I need to bring them a void cheque.

I'm reading a book called Clutter Busting:



It's all about the emotional weight we attach to stuff and how that's not really a good thing. For example, there was a man who avoided unpacking boxes for years and years, not really sure why he didn't, but he ended up opening one of the boxes and there was his marriage certificate. He had been divorced for three years. Once he was able to throw that out, he found it was easier to unpack the rest of the boxes and get rid of it.

I would like to find what that is for me, those objects that make me say "I can't move on." Maybe that's what I'll do on Friday.

It's two scant weeks until New York, which is going to be legen- wait for it- DARY! Oh, does it show that I've been watching more HIMYM? I have been. I've also decided this is the year I do all the touristy things I've wanted to do but put off because I knew they'd be ridiculously busy. So, Melinda sees the Statue of Liberty!

Damn, it feels good to be a gangster.

And to have a working blackberry. Lame american phones don't win.
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