Black Friday

How was yours?
This was the first year in awhile I was able to participate, but luckily I have (some) sense and didn't take advantage.

Instead, we went to Virginia and I shopped for cheap cigarettes. Appropriate, no?

Now we are off for another movie night with the possible future in laws. Hope they like ELF :)
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A bar with Arts and Crafts.

What could possibly be better?!
Love you, Metropolitan. You rocked my night.
I was inspired by none other than our friend lady gaga and max from where the wild things are.
And you bet your ass I wore it all the way home.
Top notch night if I do say so myself.
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Boredom has reached new heights, people.

I am singing children's jesus songs.

WTF? you ask.

It started last night. The BF made a stop off here before getting on a plane today. We took a nap as soon as I got out of class and by the time midnight rolled around, I didn't feel like sleeping. So I started singing. "Father Abraham had many sons. Many sons had Father Abraham. . . " (and now it's stuck in your head. haha)

This has lead me to youtubing all those songs I remember singing as a child (which is a fancy way of saying procrastinating my homework). I'm collecting the lyrics so when I get bored on our 20 hour roadtrip home for Christmas, I can bust out with some of them. Good plan? Probably not. But I think I have decided Im going to live blog the whole trip for our safety (we might kill each other) and his mentality (which he has already looked into giving me sleeping pills).

What songs do you remember singing as a kid?

I hear weird things.

I don't know what it is. It sounds like a whistling, like a radiator turning on? Or the faint crinkling of a plastic bag?

I've decided I think its coming from my blackberry. Either I have used it so much, this is what it sounds like when it's worn out or all of those radio waves that it emits have given me super hearing to where I can hear shit only dogs can here or I possibly have brain cancer from said radio waves and its progressed to the point of Izzy seeing Denny's ghost on Grey's.

Either way, I spend way too much time alone.
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Ra Ra oh La La.

Let's start with I was never an avid Lady Gaga fan. I liked her music, sure, but I just thought she was some privileged brat from Upstate New York who was bored and wanted to shock people with her extravagance. Which I still think, but I'm thoroughly obsessed with her new song and video. Have you checked it out yet?

Please join me in this fascination. I'd even consider going to her concert, but alas it sold out in minutes due to the drama that is stub hub.

I could never be a photographer. I'd feel silly.

I spent the morning in the 14th Street subway station dodging New Yorkers and taking pictures. My final in my Authoring class is to make a website of art work from one of the many subway stations (no, graffiti doesn't count). I chose 14th and 8th. I love those little guys and seeing as it is apart of my daily commute, it seemed fitting.Now writing a blog about it is a form of procrastination. Anyone want to edit these for me? ugh. I'm glad I can rule out being a photographer or a web designer. Both of which I am not cut out for.

Anywooo. Want a preview? These are my favorites.

The Microwave Saga.

Have you ever wondered what people did before microwaves?

Nope. Nor did I care.

Until now.

It's been about about 3 months since I owned one. In the Great White Flight of September (haha. Ok, no one get offended. But what the hell was I thinking living in the Heights?! I'm a white girl from suburbia for chrissake!) I pitched our microwave (along with a bunch of things I didnt realize I would need later, but that's what happens when you have 9 days to pack your entire life and find a new place to live) and didn't think twice about it. . . then I realized I had just bought a bunch of microwavable popcorn to live off of.

No big deal, I'd buy a new one when I got my new place (little did I know how expensive those fuckers can be!). Until then, the place I was moving into surely had to have one. Yea. Think again and don't get me started on those hipsters (can someone please explain to me this concept of organic butter? You people take yourselves way too seriously.)

So here I am, a month and a half into my new apartment and I decide to cook. Well, did I fail to mention I also threw out all of my tupperware containers? Yea, but that's ok. I improvised and by improvised I mean, I threw the whole pot into the refrigerator. But to be honest, what the hell good does that do me? How am I supposed to re-heat it? And cold rice is not yummy.

Any thoughts on this before I go crazy?

ps- Where there is a will, there is a way! I figured out a way! YaY! I took the whole cold pot from the frig and put it back on the stove and added a little water and voila! Im a genius!

Have I mentioned I love Weezer?

and even more so for this:

I WANT

(the zebra one!)

I will be willing to trade someone for the regular blue one. I've never used it, still in the box.

Hello Again.

Have I mentioned lately how happy I am to be back in school?

Even though the workload is kicking my ass and sometimes Im so busy I forget to eat and shower and I have no life or money and I get sick of seeing the inside of my apartment and all that other stuff. . . I'm really really enjoying it. Honest.

I just got finished my homework for tonight. Want to see a part of it?

I think he is super cute.

Want to do this Illustrator tutorial? Go here.

Want to buy me a subscription to this amazing magazine? Go here.

(It's quite pricey, so Im just going to say up front, don't expect sex in return for it ;-)

I really want the USB key. I'm starting a collection.

Whatever happened to LFO?

Kick ass.
I love this diner across the street from my apartment.
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If I was a super villain, that would be perfect for my lair.

Courtesy of the terrace at the AMC in Time Square.
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Strange attraction

This guy was on the subway with me and I had a strange attraction to his style. Army pants, blazers and drealocks together never looked so good.
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The worst part of a long distance relationship.

Saying good-bye.
It never gets easier.
Trust me.
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