I'm not going to be a teacher anymore.
I have an internship writing and editing for www.datingish.com.

I have hipster bangs.
The red has been working out, so I'll keep working with it.
People think I'm a redhead now. I kind of like that.

I had a religious experience at an Arcade Fire concert in Madison Square Garden.
(I no longer have much religion in my life. Thanks, CLS.)

I will graduate in December.
I plan to live in sin with my boyfriend.
I don't know what I want to do with my life, but I know what I don't want to do.

I am smarter and more secure than my parents. Now they come to me.
That's the circle of life, Simbaa.

One wedding down this year, three more to go.
The next phase of life must have started, must have missed that somewhere.
I feel no pressure to marry.

Tara Verlin got married and didn't invite me.
This had no impact on my life whatsoever.
That chapter was closed two chapters ago.

Press on. Press on.

Yes, the encores were indeed kind of similar, but other than that, they could not have been more different. At Bethel we endured rainstorms on the lawn in our friggin short sleeved ponchos, all worthwhile of course. However, friggin floor seats at Citifield in the sunshine had me six hippies away from Dave, and I have never had more fun at a concert.

Arcade Fire in 2 weeks... love summer concert season :)

Since I've been getting so much flack for being a Dave fan lately, here are the most underrated Dave songs in my (un)esteemed opinion. They do not require you to eat, drink, or be merry, they're just awesome. And those who do not agree are just idiots.


5. Captain (Busted Stuff)
Strange but it seems like there's a mutiny brewing inside of me now. But I don't want your pity, only the promise that you'll stay with me tonight.

4. American Baby Intro (Stand Up)
Instrumental.

3. Spoon (Before These Crowded Streets)
From hand to hand, wrist to the elbow. Red blood sand, could Dad be God? Crosses cross, hung out like a wet rag. Forgive you? Why? You hung me out to dry.

2. Pay For What You Get (Under The Table and Dreaming)
Everybody asks me how she's doing. Has she really lost her mind? I said, I couldn't tell you. I've lost mine.

1. #41 (Crash)
Remember when I used to play for all of the loneliness that nobody notices now? Begging slow, I'm coming here. Only waiting, I wanted to stay, I wanted to play, I wanted to love you. I'm only this far, and only tomorrow leads my way.



I was so bored before doing this. It helped. Thanks, trusty Livejournal. You are just the world's best time killer.

www.badlifedecisions.com

Galbo, myself, Casabona, and Said have joined forces to do all the things we each best: blogging, writing, creating websites, and being an asshole.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE visit the site, submit content and click on some ads so I can pay back my college loans. kthanksbye.

Ever since I have started publicly bashing my religious retail job via various social networking sites, God has been giving me the finger, never more obviously so than the obnoxious snowstorm that dropped a 'bow on the Hudson Valley this past week. Monroe was the winner (or loser, depending on how you look at it) with aver 35 inches of snow recorded. Not to mention that Orange County had 55,000 people without power, down trees all over roads and driveways, and the fact that the trains to the city from here are STILL not running, and it stopped snowing two days ago. It's like we're in almost-upstate jail. C'mon, God. This is just mean.




Yep, this tree was falling on my driveway as I happened to try to take a picture of the growing snow piles. Another one narrowly missed hitting my father the night before while we attempted to shovel out. Nature literally despises me.




And of course, as Omarion would say, there's an icebox where my mail used to be. Cut to me getting buried in this snow pile not 20 minutes after this picture was taken. We eventually found our mailbox in the culdisac. Thanks a million, snowplow.

So now here we are, trapped behind Great-Wall-of-China-esque snowpiles while we go stircrazy. God, it's been a delight.

"There's a foot of snow on the ground and a pound of plegm in my throat." - Steve Papageorge's most recent entry.

Pretty much exactly what I was going to say. Anyway, since Sunday I have been very ill with the very pretty combination of a sinus infection, ear infection, and upper respiratory infection. Apparently they didn't want to call it bronchitis. Guess what? It's bronchitis. I know my respiratory system well enough at this point to know the difference between a URI, bronchitis, and pnuemonia. I even have a feeling as to which medication I will be prescribed upon each doctor visit. In the past three years, I've only been wrong twice, one of those times being this one. I think ZPAC would have been more effective on my cough than the Omnicef I was prescribed. But what do I know... I work at the Christian Living Store.

This week of complete and utter rest has been torture for me. I always had a thought in the back of my mind that maybe I would have liked to have been one of those Stepford type women who stay home all day and let the men do all of the stressful things in life. It would do wonders for my blood pressure to have no responsibility like that. Then this week happened. I have never been so bored in my entire life. I watched more tv than I ever have. I read two new books and reread two. I didn't have the energy for much else. I imagined the living room with four or five different themes of decor. It was absolutely pitiful. I don't know how people can be stay at home moms. I can't handle days upon days of feeling like I have accomplished nothing. It's just too much.

I hope this illness does not ruin my Valentine's Day planning, as I took a Saturday off for the first time since summer so Joe and I could be proper Valentines. It's weird, because we're not big on gift-giving or day-commemorating, but we are getting really into this Valentine's Day thing this year. And by "getting really into" it, I mean we're still not buying each other gifts or going out to dinner. We decided to have a weekend of alone time, which is rare for us, and to cook for one another which we NEVER do. This will either be really romantic or a complete joke, but either way, I'd like my health so I can experience it to the fullest. I love him.

Just now I received an email that classes at STAC today are canceled due to weather. Good thing I did not attend one class this week. I feel so disgustingly useless. Ewwie.

I can't wait until March, because I am traveling with the Monroe girls to Maryland to see Karyn. We're going to this Irish weekend thing in Ocean City which should be a good time. This will literally be the first time I have been in a state other than New York or New Jersey since high school. It's nice to know I'm experiencing life so fully in my youth.

Joe went to this bar/club called The Living Room the other night to see this pretty decent band play, and he wants to take me there tomorrow night. All I could think about was how I couldn't drink there. People who say you can go out, not drink, and have a good time are lying. It's definitely not as fun if you're sitting there twirling your tiny straw around an overpriced glass of diet coke while everyone else is drinking. I'll put on a happy face if I go though. He's all excited about it. Plus I like checking out different places like that.

Everyone has been commenting on these various social media websites I frequent that snow doesn't feel the same as it used to... meaning that we've all outgrown the beauty of snow. It shouldn't be such a revelation. Honestly, I can't even remember the last time I had a fond memory of snow. Even as a kid, all I remember about snow was shoveling, getting unreasonably damp, burning my tongue on hot cocoa, catching my death of pneumonia, and embarrassing myself on ice skates. I am traumatized enough to want to move to Arizona. But in all honesty, the thing that made this particular Nor'easter especially sweet was watching Tara shovel out the driveway by herself, as I was sick and my brother is away at college. It's the first time she's ever had to even do it. Spoiled princess, serves her right.

Pearl is crying to be taken out. It's time to brave the outdoors for the first time since Monday. Godspeed to me.

How can one place be so damn uninspiring?

I have gone back and forth on how I want to start off my book, because I really believe in my core that it sets the tone for the whole operation. So, on the first page, standing alone, this will appear:

"Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinion, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation." - Oscar Wilde

A quotation to live by about how we cannot use quotations to live by and live individualistically. That kind of contradiction, in character and appearances, is what my book is about... LOVES IT.

I don't know what the hell I'm doing anymore. I can't even think of anything I accomplished in the last year that will have any impact on this one. He wants to fix it all, but I can't let him. I'm fading.




Our blood is cold
And we're alone
But I'm alone with you
Help me to carry the fire
We will keep it alight together
Help me to carry the fire
It will light our way forever.

*insert "OMGMYBFGOTMETHECUTESTPIECEOFJEWELRY" here*
Me and Joe did not exchange.

Santa brought me socks and underwear and a fake fur vest.
And gift cards and make-up and other practicalities of the like.

Saw Amy, Karyn, Conor, and other heroes from my past.
All encounters pleasant and liquored up.

Tons of booze these past few days.
Sangria. Blue Moon. Egg Nog. Pinot. Bailey's. Yuengling. Margaritas.
Got massively sick from drinking for the first time since Marist.
Me and drinking are going to see other people.

Joe is sleeping in the room next to me.
I can hear him snoring through the wall.
I wonder if I could hear him from upstairs.

There are four different sets of bear tracks in my backyard.
I haven't heard Gerald, the mouse that lives in my wall, in a few days.
I hope these occurrences are unrelated. I do not wish Gerald harm.
Maybe they're forging an unlikely friendship in the woods behind my house.
Disney needs to make that kind of movie again.

Joe is on vacation this week so we are going to have funtimezZz togetherz.
This is the third time I've mentioned him.
I like him best.