Thursday, September 30, 2010


Wow, September went quick!
It's almost October. That means a few things. MOTHERFUCKING HALLOWEEN for one!

I love Halloween and haunted houses, all that shit. It's probably because I was a little bitch when I was younger and was terrified of anything remotely scary, including minor chords... yea, I'm pretty awesome like that.

In any case, what used to be a crippling fear has become a dangerous obsession. I think I'll attempt to watch as many bad slasher movies as possible this month.

Next week should be awesome, I potentially have jury duty (not really awesome, but not being at work either). Thursday night is Jimmy Eat World at the Riv, Friday night is Bad Religion and The Lawrence Arms at the Congress and Saturday night is Smoking Popes and Cap'n Jazz at Metro. Looking forward to that like whoah.

One month from now, I'll be in Washington DC at the Stewart/Colbert rally and I couldn't be more pumped. I even hipstered-out and got a new messenger bag to carry all my shit. Woot!

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Rally to Restore Sanity/March to Keep Fear Alive!!

So Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert announced their twin rallies in Washington DC on October 30th, 2010. I'll admit, it sounded really intriguing. I then found out that my parents up and bought plane tickets to attend... I really didn't feel like being outdone, so I decided to go for it too. It's easily the most spontaneous thing I've done in a really long time and I'm definitely looking forward to it.

I fly out of O'Hare at the crack of dawn on Friday the 29th and arrive at Reagan airport in DC a little before 9AM. Armed with only my messenger bag which contains a change of clothes and my Nikon, I'll just wander around the city during the day. I've only been to DC once, in high school, on a trip that lasted 14 hours. I've never been to the Smithsonian or any of that stuff, so I'm pretty excited.

Jade and Sebastian live in Alexandria, VA and were kind enough to let me crash at their place for the weekend, so when they get off work, I'll catch up with them and that'll be my Friday.

The Rally is on Saturday (as far as I can tell at an indeterminate time still) but I'll be there with, what I'm hoping is a crowd that makes Glenn Beck and the rest of the Fox News assholes shit their pants a little bit. It's time for them to realize that they don't speak for the entirety of the country.

Then I fly out of Reagan on Sunday morning, home by 11:30. It's going to be a crazy weekend, but how often do you have the opportunity to do this? For $227 round trip to be able to experience this should be well worth it.

Monday, September 13, 2010

Holy shit, that's some serious packaging.

So my friend Tom just got a new apartment. I went along with him to Ikea, Home Depot and Target with the ultimate goal of building some furniture and at the very least prime some of the rooms for paint.

First off, Ikea is fucking insanity on a Sunday, we waited in the parking lot until Detroit's almost touchdown was overturned and then entered the fray. Two things to note: 1. Swedish meatballs are fucking epic. 2. You know a store is crazy when a chick says "I'm about at the edge here and I just want to start punching people." Awesome.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

It's been a while

I haven't posted to this in a long time. Honestly, I haven't had much to say. I haven't been having the best couple of months. I haven't felt like myself for a few weeks. I'm feeling lost and confused, taken advantage of, used, discarded and through that, I feel like a shell of myself. I've been through pretty much every emotion that exists, multiple times and I still don't feel any better about things.

That's where I stop. This blog isn't supposed to be about me. Honestly, nobody wants to hear about it, one can only whine and complain before people get fed up.

I'm hoping to resurrect this site and begin a new one with a friend of mine. I'm looking forward to putting my focus elsewhere and stop dwelling on the shit sandwich I've been dining on since the end of July.

Godspeed, motherfuckers.