I hardly think this is the time for panicking

I don't know if you all recall, but a few weeks ago I went to the ER for lower abdominal pain. Well, since they couldn't find anything, it's still a thing. It's a manageable twinge of pain that comes and goes.

But, good news! I have narrowed the causes of my pain to two sources: stress, or more likely, voodoo magic.

The problem is that I have no idea who I pissed off and who has access to magic powerful enough to make a very effective voodoo doll of me. So I suppose this means I have to get to New Orleans to find someone to help me break this curse, since I can't find who has the doll and convince them to stop. Road trip anyone?

Or you know, I could take up yoga or something to help me decompress, since despite my wishes for voodoo curses; this is definitely stress. Except, I don't like yoga. And I messed up my back...again.

I do however like to make coffee and sit in cemeteries, contemplating life. But it's getting too cold to spend my weekends there. I woke up to snow on my car this morning and I don't have waterproof gloves. I mean I don't drive my car on a daily basis, but as I stood in the kitchen, looking at my snow-covered car and making coffee, I realized I am not ready for winter.

To be honest, I am not ready for a lot of things. But I am not going to get into that again. We have had this conversation many times. None of us are ready for anything. But it's cool. We'll get through this, together.

I just gotta keep it together in the meantime, which some days is easier said than done. I've explained this at length to Trisha, and I don't think it's something I should discuss on the rather public forum.

I had the realization yesterday that I kinda miss writing papers. None of my classes this semester require papers, and it's kinda killing me. Semester-long group projects are the bane of my existence.

In any case, I am not sending out a distress signal, for once. This is just a signal. Just a friendly little tap on the shoulder, to remind you all that I am, in fact, alive and I am thinking about you all.

This song has been on loop in the background because it makes me think of, in Trisha's words "kickin' ass and chewing glass" so I've been stomping around campus listening to it

Also, are you guys familiar with Necropolis by Jake Wyatt?

CLICK HERE TO SEE THE AWESOMENESS

It's this pretty badass webcomic that's in the making. It's about a girl who goes around kickin' ass, she goes by Third Sword, which is her title not her name.  I want to cosplay as her so badly.

Quick Update

It's been a while since I posted here, but here goes:

• Finally got a job (part time, sure, but still! money!)
• Nanowrimo starts in like half an hour

...and everything else is more or less personal, so I won't bore you with that. 

Have some music (and maybe send some my way, eh?)

I like her voice. 

Dutch Bastards

What most of society fails to grasp is that the Dutch are, in fact, bastards. Sure, in recent history they are seen as lovely people with weed and holidays celebrating the color orange. But that is actually just a facade, penance for a past of bastard-dom. You see, back when all of the countries were playing "Gimme Gimme" with all of the less-established countries, The Dutch were hollowing out the land of their colonies and exploiting the people who lived there. Sure, they don't do that anymore. But the moral of this story is that you probably shouldn't fuck around with the Dutch because not only will they get you back, they will shit on your bed, and take your lunch money too.

Anyway, I figured since no one has posted in a long-ass time, I would post and rant about The Dutch (most of my facts have been gleaned from my directing major roommate).

The school year has started (weird being a senior and shit, I imagine this is how you guys felt last year) and I am like already behind. I don't even know how the fuck that happened.

I dropped the ball somewhere. I do not think that I know all of the things that I need to know. 

I am so overwhelmed and all I want to do is sit in The Bunker and binge on homemade trail mix and Netflix. 

I hate that everytime I talk to you guys I am just like ranting and complaining and panicking (well I mean the summer posts were fine) about shit that is beyond control. 

Even though it's only Wednesday, I think that The Bunker and I are going to crash through the Gate of Alcoholism (Trisha understands this reference).

A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor

I have been putting off writing to you because so much has happened, I don't even know where to begin.

I have packed so much life into July, it's killing me. But in a good way?

The Bunker has gone camping (probably my first and last camping trip), went to the West Virginia Penitentiary, went caving about 40 stories below the surface of the earth, got our gay pride on at the parade and at an intense  bar crawl, went to the Flight 93 National Memorial, and went to Fallingwater.

Additionally, on Tuesday of last week,  Ryan and I drove to Atlanta and back within a 36 hour timeframe and nearly fucking died. Straight up, that was honestly one of the dumbest things I have ever done.

Things I have learned from driving a great distance in a short amount of time:

• never estimate the power of a well-mixed driving mix
• always have a co-captain
• for the love of god stop if you are tired
• drink shit tons of water, you might be unhappy, but you are awake
• have so many CDs, so many more CDs than you think you need
• that construction worker's thermos I bought for $1 from a garage sale keeps coffee hot for 30 hours
• roll down the window, a few seconds of fresh air does wonders
• protein man, protein all the way for a sustained energy boost, sugar leads to crashes.
• stop and eat a protein filled breakfast one hour before the sunrises because it wakes you up and then the sun is up
• The Carolinas fucking suck
• Tennessee is pretty great
• The "Run and Scream" method kinda translates over to this

For the record like 20 minutes has passed because aside from listing all of the things that I have done, I am not sure how to like talk about them. So I've been sitting in the kitchen, drinking and watching my housemates make preparations for Sushi Sunday.

Trisha is popping in tomorrow for a week. I am very excited to see her. I also took the week off from work, which is awesome because that job is beginning to crush my soul. I like the people, but giving the same tour over and over in the heat is dumb as hell.

I realize that I am going to get a lot of "WHAAAA? Tell me" comments upon posting this. But those will give me some direction in where to begin.

BUT HERE IS A SONG!

Employed and ready to ride, suckaaaaas

So as you all know, I've been livin like a fat cat in the city since April. It's been great. I've been unemployed and living off of my savings, doing the occasional odd massage/dogsitting job, and my federal tax return. I've pretty much just been paying my own bills+groceries. Mike's been handling... p.much every thing else. WHICH IS GREAT and he never minded because he'd have been spending as much anyway. Probably more because he doesn't cook.

ANYWAY. The joyful days of lazing in the sun with my dog had to come to an end. Thanks to My Good Friend Rachelle, I had a bomb-ass resume with which to sprinkle across the internet because fuck it I aint goin to all yall stores. LONG STORY SHORT I got one of the gigs. I am going to be working the same schedule all week erryweek so I am giving it to you guys so that chu know.

Mon- OFF
Tues- OFF
Wed- 3:30-9:30
Thurs- 3:30-9:30
Fri- 3:30-9:30
Sat- OFF
Sun- 2-8

IT IS SUPER EASY FOR ME TO GET DAYS OFF IF I HAVE ADVANCE NOTICE. Include me in everything forever sob.
Also if you wanna do something let me know because seriously, I drive to the suburbs all the time. Don't think that because I live a half hour away, I aint gonna drive down to see you. 8C!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And you should totes come and sleep over too because I am a great hostess.

I'm really excited for this job and my coworkers are super cute and chill. I have guaranteed hours, with guaranteed pay. This is a much healthier environment than my last job.

MUSIC TIME:
I saw Ripley Caine and the Full Moon at a street fest this week and they were delightful, my goodness.

How Did I Get So Much Stuff?: A Story of Packing

I don't like packing. I like having stuff. But I don't like packing. I like the idea of being a nomad with all the things I need strapped to my back. But I have too much stuff to be a nomad.


The semester is over. Thank God. I do not think that I would have been able to survive another week. I might have snapped, but that kinda happens at the end of every semester.

Tomorrow my parents are picking me up and I am going to DC for a week. I'm mostly excited because this means that someone else will be taking care of me for a bit. Like groceries will exist without me having to get them. There will be a TV and internet and I am not expected to do shit. But like if I wanted to go somewhere, I can take the metro.

On the 18th or so, I will drive back to Pittsburgh since Adam is graduating. I figured I should be there for that, even if he's not at all excited about it. I can be excited enough for the both of us I suppose.

HERE IS THE EXCITING PART:

I will be in Chicago from the 21st of May to the 28th. I know it's not a long amount of time. But I have to be back in Pittsburgh on June 1st to move into The Bunker and then work starts on the 3rd. I got a job working in the Office of Admissions giving tours to perspective students.

But maybe you guys could come and visit me at some point this summer. I could show you the amazing sights of Pittsburgh....all 6 of them. You could also meet nearly everyone that is living in The Bunker next year (Fielding, Ryan, Andrea, and Kuhn).


So yeah, that's the quick update into my life. Nothing too crazy.

Also here is a song that Fielding got me hooked on.

So Who's Looking Forward to High School Reunions?

See you guys on the flip side.