it's all happening

I've waited 7 days for this day to come.

Thu, 10 Dec 2009 15:32:30 -0800

Jersey Shore, y’all.

Best pregame ever. We take shots when they do.

BIG NEWS

Tue, 08 Dec 2009 10:00:00 -0800

For the first time in 5 years, I’m growing out my bangs.

Birdman featuring Drake and Lil Wayne - Money to Blow

Mon, 07 Dec 2009 23:57:00 -0800

Birdman featuring Drake and Lil Wayne - Money to Blow

Sufjan Stevens - Casimir Pulaski Day Because it snowed today and...

Mon, 07 Dec 2009 12:13:50 -0800

Sufjan Stevens - Casimir Pulaski Day

Because it snowed today and this is what you do.

(via scout) (via petervidani)

Boy And Girl Yelling Across From Separate Platforms

Fri, 04 Dec 2009 15:47:50 -0800

Boy: Why do you always check the board?
Girl: Oh, hello.
Boy: Checking the board doesn't matter, the train comes at the same time anyway.
Girl: I like to know when it's coming. How are you?
Boy: I never check the boards. I'm a patient man, I know the train will come.
Girl: You should be careful, if you're a patient man.
Boy: What?
Girl: You should be careful what you wait for.

"Everything is going to be okay. And then it won’t be. And then it will be again. And then your idea..."

Fri, 04 Dec 2009 15:09:34 -0800

“Everything is going to be okay. And then it won’t be. And then it will be again. And then your idea of okay will change. And then it’ll change again. Nothing is permanent—nothing at all. And that’s okay.”

- (via alaskamiller)

I'm so annoying.

Fri, 04 Dec 2009 14:12:04 -0800

I really need to stop telling people to suck my cock when I’m wasted.

These are the people I'm friends with

Fri, 04 Dec 2009 12:07:55 -0800

Robert: RoRo's Xmas List
Robert: 1. A job
Robert: 2. A date with Morris Chestnut
Robert: 3. A night with Taylor Swift & Beyonce

We called it the funnel.

Wed, 02 Dec 2009 12:32:40 -0800

We called it the funnel.

Things I Don't Understand And Definitely Am Not Going To Talk About

Wed, 02 Dec 2009 12:22:37 -0800

When I said, “I think we can be friends,” what I meant was, “I think we are particularly capable of having a spectacular and possibly catastrophic fight at some point in the future.”
Maybe tomorrow.
Or later today.

(via thingsidontunderstandand)

Evan Low, 26, the new mayor of suburban city of Campbell,...

Wed, 02 Dec 2009 11:59:00 -0800

Evan Low, 26, the new mayor of suburban city of Campbell, California. He was voted in by the Campbell’s City Council on Dec. 1, 2009. He is now the youngest openly gay and youngest Asian mayor in America. (via)

It’s people like this that make me feel like a total failure at being human. You’re only 26 and you’re already Mayor. I’m almost 28 and still fucking up at life on a pretty regular basis.

damn you.

p.s. This is awesome for him and Campbell, Cali. But seriously. UGH!

(via allthingsalishan) (via kbye)

YAY AREA!

Yeah, that happened.

Mon, 30 Nov 2009 12:52:00 -0800

From: Alice Wu
Message: I'm drinking in the ihop bathroom. If you ever doubted my level of classiness here is something
My Friends = Love

On seeing each other tomorrow...

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 21:58:00 -0800

Him: apw, it feels christmas eve
Him: in that i’m probably going to be awkwardly handling a lot of new underwear tomorrow, among other things

Themed Rockstar, our little shindig gave me every reason to wear...

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 16:10:00 -0800

Themed Rockstar, our little shindig gave me every reason to wear an expired condom in my hair. Anyway, that is not my concern. What I’m curious about, though, is how I contorted my body to position my leg to be all the way up in Adam’s business. Or why I thought it was ever okay to look like this in a picture.

That too.

Sun, 22 Nov 2009 20:54:00 -0800

Roommate 1: So, I think our party died when we ran out of mixers.
Roommate 2: Or when someone pulled out a knife.

I cannot wait for summer.

Fri, 20 Nov 2009 15:43:00 -0800

I cannot wait for summer.

Just When My Bank Account Was Getting Out Of The Pits...

Thu, 19 Nov 2009 11:40:00 -0800

thepo:

I honestly won’t be able to save money until next year. And that’s with NOBODY getting a damn Christmas gift from me. I also need to learn self control. Between rent, a small shopping spree, an old unpaid bill, and gas, I’m almost depleted. AGAIN. URGH. AAAHH! sigh. Whatever.

Christmas present for Alice: Pick her up from the Grand Rapids Airport on the 26th and drop her off on the 2nd. Don’t blame me for making tickets to Lansing and Detroit $250 and $100 more, respectively. Your gas will be paid for the week. And lots, if not all, of your booze (and none of that Crystal Palace shit, either. Don’t forget how spoiled I am).

I spent 1994 to 1997 harboring the same unrequited crush on a...

Tue, 17 Nov 2009 11:42:00 -0800

I spent 1994 to 1997 harboring the same unrequited crush on a boy who, when he heard, told our entire 4th grade class as we lined up to go back inside after recess, that this couldn’t possibly be true, because “if Meaghan O. liked me, I would be in the bathroom barfing right now.”

“It’s not true!” I yelled out, and wanted to die. I mean, truly wanted to die in a way you don’t really want to die anymore when you grow up. Don’t get me wrong, I want to die all the time still but not in that way. Not in that I am nothing way.

So I was ass over elbows for this kid for pretty much the rest of my adolescence, and eventually we became friends because I sort of leveled up in ~~popularity~~ self-esteem after quitting Girl Scouts and refusing to wear glasses and reading all of my mom’s Anatomy books so that I told everyone I knew everything I knew about fuckin and then got kicked out of the gifted program because I had a mouth like a sailor and was generally too much of a badass. Anyway we became friends and I would write poems about him and he would find out and I would do presentations in class about Madonna songs I considered to be about him and he would sit through them, and I would give him nicknames and send him long notes about how he PLAYED with my HEART and then we would hold hands during Anne Frank and he would tell me I looked really pretty in my new smiley face hair clip but that Michael Fowler was telling all the boys in PE class that I didn’t wear gym shorts under my pleated skirt.

Eventually things escalated and we talked on the phone every night from 4:10 (when he got off the bus and I finished my math homework) until 8pm (when my mom kicked me off the phone because…I…had… been on it for four hours) and when I was grounded he would pretend to have a homework question and we would do our homework out loud and then he would tell me he just did that so he could hear my voice I would hang up and run and sing and skip around the house and my mom would say, Baby, I hate to tell you this, but that ain’t ever gonna happen.

And I probably yelled at her then went and wrote in my diary and made plans to go to the skating rink over Thanksgiving.

We went and we held hands during couples skate to LeeAnn Rimes’ “How Do I Live (without you! srsly!)” but we- well, somehow, at 12, we managed to be in the sort of relationship gray area mostly tailored to people our age now! But much like now I was in no hurry to define things! I didn’t care about lousy titles! I just wanted to hold hands during the sad songs so I knew what it felt like and could yell at my mom that I knew what love was more than she ever would! It was fall of ‘97 and I was literally living out a dream— a dream I had written about for years and years in my stupid diaries and in Petrarchan sonnets rife with simile and forced rhyme, in notes to my stupid friends who would always show them to him on the bus ride home, in elaborate math equations, theonly time i enjoy it, attempting to predict the likelihood of our together forever-ness based on vowels and consonants and dammit our names had so many wonderful E’s! — but he told my friend he wasn’t sure. He was 12 and he liked to hold my hand but he had read my sonnets and he wasn’t sure. He had heard my ideas of “Take a Bow” and all it meant and he wasn’t sure. He could never really know, you see, if he really liked me or if he just liked me because I loved him.

He said we couldn’t be together because he could never love me as much as I loved him.

No seriously, he did. This was like 1997 and he was emotionally unavailable.

Anyway Christmas break came around and I went to Tallahassee to look for our new house and by the time I got back he was GOING OUT with a girl who was in HIGH SCHOOL and the rumor was that he did things to her that Romeo did to Juliet in the Baz Luhrman movie (sorry, couldn’t make that up).

Obviously I cried a lot but it fit perfectly with my overtly tragic (Lurlene McDaniel-influenced) sense of how things would pan out for me in the long run. I wrote him notes that would put a grown man TO SHAME. 10, 20 page notes with the rhetorical skill of Friends, Romans, Countryman but more along the lines of, and I quote, “thank you for teaching me what suck feels like”.

Eventually my rage subsided into deciding to pretend the girl friend didn’t exist and letting him call me every night again and letting him sneak up behind me in the lunchline every day and put his cold chocolate milk up to my cheek to scare me which only worked the first few times but months and months later was something I got excited about in the shower before school. Soon enough we were passing notes again and I taught him how to write block letters and he taught me about the NBA and we’d do all our assignments together and his hand would always be on my thigh before we knew why we liked it and soon we were getting in trouble for ‘giving each other googly eyes’ in class and people called me a whore for flirting with him and people gave him shit for leading me on but i didn’t CARE because here was my dream so we passed note after note after note and I still have most of them and most of them end the same way.

Every time he wrote me a note he would write 8 little ‘lines’ before he signed his name.

He wouldn’t tell me what they meant and I was never really sure but he wrote them every time. He would come over and write them on my math homework, on the margins of my social studies notes, on the cover of my religion book, in white out on his backpack. I went utterly batshit but he never gave in, just smiled and shrugged and made my heart pine for him to such an extreme it’s a wonder I didn’t pass out half the time.

Soon the lines became some other language between us, carving out a little 12 year old Us-Them before we knew that’s what people did; we wrote our names in block letters and we had nicknames for everything and we’d write Mariah Carey song lyrics in tiny writing at the bottom of our letters and I think that was one of the last times I participated in something, in intimacy, before I could name it.

And then one day he told me he broke up with his girl friend.

And then a few days later he told me there were 8 lines because there were 8 letters in I love you.

And then we totally made out.

(via meaghano)

Tentative Winter Travel

Fri, 13 Nov 2009 13:31:00 -0800

NOV 25-NOV 29 District of Columbia - Visiting Middle/High School Best Friends. Andrew is driving from Pittsburgh to meet me there*.
MID DEC - Tahoe!
DEC 26-JAN 2 All over Michigan - Visiting the first spawn of HOE courtesy of Courtney! And most importantly, recharging on my boys. Much needed week-long pow wow to last me until [who knows when I’ll get to see them again]. A messymessy New Years to be expected. Probably seeing Andrew*.
JAN 15-JAN 18 Pittsburgh - Andrew’s birthday*.
MID FEB - Vegas!

*Robert, I can see your side-eye glare from here. I am weak, okay? Also, I can already hear your ‘told you so’ lectures when I bitch about him during and after these trips.

People, I am really important.

Thu, 12 Nov 2009 15:14:00 -0800

People, I am really important.