Isn't Afghanistan the whole reason we are in a war to begin with?

Oh, my dear friend Michael Moore, where have you been?

Kudos on your letter. Too bad it didn't do much.

(sorry about the politics slipping in.)

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.