Let's misbehave!
Nothing quite puts the cap on your panic-inducing mound of stress as realizing, "Hoshit, I only have 10 weeks left before my big deadline!" except to remember that you in fact only have 9 weeks because you'll be spending 5 days in the Bay area with your frantic mother helping her look around for a house & do job interviews. That being said, it's time for a time-wasting post while I'm on my afternoon break—now with more pictures and youtube links!
I feel like everything I blog about lately consists of either squealy blurbs about the Fueled By Ramen group as a whole (with special emphasis on everyone's favorite douchebag, El Wentz-face himself) or me rambling about work. Sadly, that's all my world has consisted of lately, with the occasional forays into "Did I pull all the muscles in my abdomen in the gym yesterday, or just most of them?" and wondering if I'd somehow managed to move to Arizona and not realize it, or if it's just the fact that Ohio's weather is being retarded yet again. That second one, sadly, is the case. It has been MISERABLY hot lately and while I've more or less adjusted, that doesn't mean I like it very much.
One thing I tend to do when I'm wasting valuable mental-energy wibbling over the move is go to Craigslist and check out the apartment and roommate-wanted listings in San Francisco. This has the tendency to make me even more frustrated, naturally, (in the vein of WHY AM I STILL IN OHIO HATE) but it's encouraging to consistently see really nice rooms advertised, like this one or this one. I am a little apprehensive, as I'll be getting there ...probably early October, is what the schedule looks like at this point—won't get back from London till September 13th, and I'm not in any hurry to rush through my road trip—so I just hope I still have some luck finding a place to live, since that'll be a good month after school gets back in session.
My mom just recited the entire prologue to the Canterbury Tales from memory, complete with lilting Ye Olde English Accent. Damn. Just randomly while going over her checkbook just now. You see where I get this from, yes?
Speaking of the London trip and things that are Olde and English, do any of you kids across the pond have some must-do suggestions for us Yanks? My mom and I have both been to London before and we've done most of the touristy things, like go to the Tower of London and Westminster Abbey, and some things we'll definitely be doing again (like going to the British Museum and going shopping in Camden), but I'd love to hear some suggestions. One thing especially is I'd like to hear about shows/productions, but like I said, any suggestions are very welcome.
Anyway, I've been having some fun in my infrequent down time.
jou and I have been running rampant in one of her many original-fic universes she's created, and while I'm sure that's of no interest to anyone but me, her, and stumphed, it does give me the excuse to show off some of her fabulous artwork of our resident demon:
That would be Fax. He's a bastard. You can tell by his cheekbonerrific face and his wicked smirk. Ahahahaha. ♥
jou also came over a few nights ago and watched "Snatch" with me on the big-screen TV. I'd forgotten how hysterically funny that movie is, or maybe I just get more of the jokes this time around, but I enjoyed it immensely. If you've never watched it, it consists mainly of various incompetent and not-so-incompetent British criminals all scrambling around London for myriad semi-related reasons, most of which have to do with a stolen 84-karat diamond, and it's very entertaining. Also, Brad Pitt is extremely hot in this movie, probably about as hot as he was in "Fight Club." Oh yeah, and he's half-naked for about 80% of his screen time.
All that being said, this clip has to be one of my absolute favorite parts of the movie. C'mon. You can't go wrong with a character named "Bullet-Tooth Tony," can you? I'm going to go around saying, "Don't take the piss, Boris!" for at least a week.
In other time-wasting news (I ought to have a B.A. in time-wasting), I have been poring over the archives at Tomatonation, because the stuff Sars has been posting lately has been a little disappointing, I guess. I miss her older essays, which were longer and more consistently entertaining. I know she's busy now, though, what with running TWoP and various editing jobs and having a boyfriend and what-have-you. Anyway, I found one of the essays that she posted a few years ago that was one of my immediate favorites, and I even printed it and gave a copy to my mom, who also found it hilarious and well-written. It's a little more pertinent for me now than it used to be, seeing as I've graduated college (finally!). Ahem. 25 and Over (Buy A New Shirt Or Stop Eating Cheese). *shifty eyes* I could do to work on a few of those...
And now, since I have no real interest, apparently, in making a linear, well-thought-out post, here are two pictures I took on the computer earlier today. I blamewonderleafy.
This is me on a relatively typical day. Complete with slightly-befuddled expression and tons of bad angles.
And this is me on a morning when my manager calls and asks if I want my next shift off because someone showed up who wants to work. Heh.
And now I have to do something obligatorily band-related, because it just wouldn't be a post from me without one, would it?dragonkal was kind enough to help me out by converting some files on www.greenday.net that I couldn't, for some reason, view because I am on a Mac, so I figured I would spread the wealth in .mp3 format. Here's a 2-part interview with Mike Dirnt describing where babies come from, in his own uniquely charismatic way. And for those of you who've heard it/have it already....well...Hee.
Part One
Part Two
Finally, I leave you with a few pictures of general squishiness.
Pete + Hemmy = OTP.
Gabe Saporta: All Up In That For Years Now. Pete, you're a whore, I just want you to know.
I can't help but love when his hair looked like this. I mean, seriously, there's probably a nest of pygmies hidden in there, for all we know, but Billie looks fantastic. I miss them so much. Bastards!
Okay, so, yeah, you've probably all seen this picture 800 times, but whatever. I LOVE that smile.
One ofstumphed's friends took this picture at the Philadelphia show Joey and I went to. And I realize this is a pretty damn Billie-centric post, but well...I'm biased. Ahem. He's so gorgeous, I damn well can't stand it.
And on that note, I should probably have some food before I go back in to work tonight. Adios!
I feel like everything I blog about lately consists of either squealy blurbs about the Fueled By Ramen group as a whole (with special emphasis on everyone's favorite douchebag, El Wentz-face himself) or me rambling about work. Sadly, that's all my world has consisted of lately, with the occasional forays into "Did I pull all the muscles in my abdomen in the gym yesterday, or just most of them?" and wondering if I'd somehow managed to move to Arizona and not realize it, or if it's just the fact that Ohio's weather is being retarded yet again. That second one, sadly, is the case. It has been MISERABLY hot lately and while I've more or less adjusted, that doesn't mean I like it very much.
One thing I tend to do when I'm wasting valuable mental-energy wibbling over the move is go to Craigslist and check out the apartment and roommate-wanted listings in San Francisco. This has the tendency to make me even more frustrated, naturally, (in the vein of WHY AM I STILL IN OHIO HATE) but it's encouraging to consistently see really nice rooms advertised, like this one or this one. I am a little apprehensive, as I'll be getting there ...probably early October, is what the schedule looks like at this point—won't get back from London till September 13th, and I'm not in any hurry to rush through my road trip—so I just hope I still have some luck finding a place to live, since that'll be a good month after school gets back in session.
My mom just recited the entire prologue to the Canterbury Tales from memory, complete with lilting Ye Olde English Accent. Damn. Just randomly while going over her checkbook just now. You see where I get this from, yes?
Speaking of the London trip and things that are Olde and English, do any of you kids across the pond have some must-do suggestions for us Yanks? My mom and I have both been to London before and we've done most of the touristy things, like go to the Tower of London and Westminster Abbey, and some things we'll definitely be doing again (like going to the British Museum and going shopping in Camden), but I'd love to hear some suggestions. One thing especially is I'd like to hear about shows/productions, but like I said, any suggestions are very welcome.
Anyway, I've been having some fun in my infrequent down time.
jou and I have been running rampant in one of her many original-fic universes she's created, and while I'm sure that's of no interest to anyone but me, her, and stumphed, it does give me the excuse to show off some of her fabulous artwork of our resident demon:That would be Fax. He's a bastard. You can tell by his cheekbonerrific face and his wicked smirk. Ahahahaha. ♥
jou also came over a few nights ago and watched "Snatch" with me on the big-screen TV. I'd forgotten how hysterically funny that movie is, or maybe I just get more of the jokes this time around, but I enjoyed it immensely. If you've never watched it, it consists mainly of various incompetent and not-so-incompetent British criminals all scrambling around London for myriad semi-related reasons, most of which have to do with a stolen 84-karat diamond, and it's very entertaining. Also, Brad Pitt is extremely hot in this movie, probably about as hot as he was in "Fight Club." Oh yeah, and he's half-naked for about 80% of his screen time. All that being said, this clip has to be one of my absolute favorite parts of the movie. C'mon. You can't go wrong with a character named "Bullet-Tooth Tony," can you? I'm going to go around saying, "Don't take the piss, Boris!" for at least a week.
In other time-wasting news (I ought to have a B.A. in time-wasting), I have been poring over the archives at Tomatonation, because the stuff Sars has been posting lately has been a little disappointing, I guess. I miss her older essays, which were longer and more consistently entertaining. I know she's busy now, though, what with running TWoP and various editing jobs and having a boyfriend and what-have-you. Anyway, I found one of the essays that she posted a few years ago that was one of my immediate favorites, and I even printed it and gave a copy to my mom, who also found it hilarious and well-written. It's a little more pertinent for me now than it used to be, seeing as I've graduated college (finally!). Ahem. 25 and Over (Buy A New Shirt Or Stop Eating Cheese). *shifty eyes* I could do to work on a few of those...
And now, since I have no real interest, apparently, in making a linear, well-thought-out post, here are two pictures I took on the computer earlier today. I blame
wonderleafy. This is me on a relatively typical day. Complete with slightly-befuddled expression and tons of bad angles.
And this is me on a morning when my manager calls and asks if I want my next shift off because someone showed up who wants to work. Heh.
And now I have to do something obligatorily band-related, because it just wouldn't be a post from me without one, would it?
dragonkal was kind enough to help me out by converting some files on www.greenday.net that I couldn't, for some reason, view because I am on a Mac, so I figured I would spread the wealth in .mp3 format. Here's a 2-part interview with Mike Dirnt describing where babies come from, in his own uniquely charismatic way. And for those of you who've heard it/have it already....well...Hee.Part One
Part Two
Finally, I leave you with a few pictures of general squishiness.
Pete + Hemmy = OTP.
Gabe Saporta: All Up In That For Years Now. Pete, you're a whore, I just want you to know.
I can't help but love when his hair looked like this. I mean, seriously, there's probably a nest of pygmies hidden in there, for all we know, but Billie looks fantastic. I miss them so much. Bastards!
Okay, so, yeah, you've probably all seen this picture 800 times, but whatever. I LOVE that smile.
One of
stumphed's friends took this picture at the Philadelphia show Joey and I went to. And I realize this is a pretty damn Billie-centric post, but well...I'm biased. Ahem. He's so gorgeous, I damn well can't stand it.And on that note, I should probably have some food before I go back in to work tonight. Adios!