Today I bought AllTimeLow's new cd, and it made me miss Maryland and my friends from home a lot.

Other then that, life's been alright. I somehow get all my work done ahead of time and am doing quite well without straning myself or depriving myself from sleep too much. Right now I'm not thinking about that too much, I'm thinking about how I miss being in a band and making music, but I've been just too busy enough to start creating. Kind of disappointing.

Kyle and I go out for martinis part deux Saturday. That'll be fun.

i just hope i'm alright.
that sounds so selfish.
you're fine, right?
no.
wait...yes...
.........


don't forget about me when i'm gone.

Wowee! I missed this city so much.

I've been in my apartment for more than a weekend now. It's really nice.
My friends Allie and Nick came with me the night before I left for Brooklyn, to Brooklyn. We stayed at my apartment and had a great night, but a rough morning.







Bergen Bagels provided us extra hours of laziness. Bike delivery is so sweet. I've been living off my favorite Thai food for 4 days, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Allie, Nick, and I had a good time. I'm going to miss them, well, I already do. No matter how much I love this city, a part of me will always be in MD through all my friends. I miss everyone. I can't wait for people to visit and to go home for a break to catch up. Denny's parking lots, Wawa (subs on Nick!!), too many cigarettes, etc. etc.


As for this past weekend, I finally got to meet up with my old roommates and friends from Pratt. We all got together and it was just like last year. I missed this place and this life a lot. It makes my liver hurt, but I'm ok with that. Papa Luigi, the old guy who owns the nearest corner store, won't be working there much longer, I think he's training his son to run the store or something. Passing on the torch. Maybe I'll write a story or something about him one day.

So now I'm sitting in the cafeteria which is empty. Apparently I'm one of the few students who scheduled monday as one late class. As much as I wanted to sleep in more, the jackhammers across the street woke me up this morning at 8.

Interesting meeting this morning: I'm blaring All Time Low in my headphones as I walk the 6 blocks to campus when I exchange glances with a cute girl across the street. Clearly she goes to Pratt: she's wearing a dress and is well, white, in BedStuy. Has to be pratt. She wasn't sure how to get to campus because the G-train dumped her off 3 stops away. She was nice and we talked the rest of the way.

Well, I guess I'll go get some food, I'm still so hungry. Here's to next time!

Cheers.

Current Location: BROOKLYN!!!!
Current Mood: content
Current Music: Roosevelt Franklin

I have not been posting my usual once a week. That's because i got an apartment in Brooklyn, and it took forever to get settled in. I offically live in NYC Friday. I'm very excited.

My old bank decided to take almost all of my remaining money away in overdraft fees. I'm making plans on how to retaliate. If only i could get some kind of missles. and aim them at the bank. i'll work on that.


i found out from my mother that i'm 1/4 russian. This helps shed some light on my alcoholic tendancies.

Until next time.

Current Location: Stuck in MD
Current Mood: blah
Current Music: A Tribe Called Quest

As of today...I have 2 LJ friends. I've noticed it's more savvy to say LJ then the full-on "livejournal."

I'm getting things together for college, very, very slowly. Maryland has become too safe and I'm scared I'll be living on the street in Brooklyn. At least Ms. Diane Pearl, queen of Myrtle Ave. will be there to keep me company. I'll be her loyal subject and together we'll make sure she doesn't drink to much and fall down the stairs somewhere again like last winter.

It needs to be colder because I found my peacoat and I'm just itching to wear it.


My friend Stan is gone now. pretty much forever. friends for 5 years and 3 bands later, and he's gone. I saw him last night and a bunch of others, but I'm really going to miss this kid. Few people can guarentee a super-fun crazy time: you know the kind of expierence, where you are half having the time of your life and half scared you're going to die or get arrested- that's stan.

visual references:











That last one is Matt Toby and Stan. Two of my best friends.


back on track. If stan ever reads this, he's going to realize i just stole pictures from his facebok to put them on here. haha.


I'm really scared i'm not going to hear from anyone again. I still haven't seen some friends, and I've been home for 3 months. It's almost time to go. I have 2 weeks, max, and I'll probably leave early.



IN CLOSING!!!! FINALLY!!


I'm going to marry this girl:


I slept under this all last year at college:

I've started to notice that the area in which I live looks similar to something out of Jurassic Park.













and it all looks more interesting through my glasses.
















The sun was bright today.

Current Mood: amused

I'm killing a 12 pack alone on my only day off. I can't wait to walk out of work and be free. The breeze will feel so good. Life is good when you can live.





The bottles I've finished are lined up on a windowsill. The wind is making them sing. It's a beautiful song.

Current Mood: amused

Where to begin, where to begin. Ah yes, "why the hell would you set up a livejournal, steve?"

Here's a list of why I have a livejournal:

1. It makes me more confident that I am doing something with my life if I have to write about it in an online journal.

2. All the cool kids are doing it.

3. I have absolutely nothing better to do while working, so I baracaded myself behind the register (again) and needed something to occupy my time.


Now that that's out of the way I can get to the marrow, the meat and potatoes of this first entry. Forget the formalities, the unneccessary salaSaves d to this main course of an online journal entry. Why do these comparisons all relate to food? Who knows.

As I said, i am currently baracaded behind the register at work listening to music i loved in 8th grade. This powerful, epic feeling of nostalgia running through my shaky, withered frame. wait. customer. remind me again why people wear crocs?
i'm sorry if you own a pair, but it's a horrible excuse for a shoe. all that's left after buying a pair is to comence drooling on yourself and being checked into a clinic. the morphine sounds good, but wearing crocs does not. anyway.
Saves the day is ruling my life. anything to keep me sane and awake now at least. and it's barely working. A little too much time awake and a little too many substances the past few days, weeks, months. This town's too boring to be sober. Here's the recap that I can barely remember:

Last Thursday: Stan stops by work. Go on a wild goose chase for substances unknown and pick Emily up in Sparrow's Point before participating in some illegal activity in a neighborhood right by a streetlight. Curfew's up kids! Nothing else was left, and i'm just realizing pictures would make this more entertaining and meaningful, but alas my camera is states away. For now i'll describe as best as i can and you can use your imagination for the rest. deal? deal. Sketched out sitting in a gas station parking lot. Everything felt like pins and needles, like when a limb falls asleep. Didn't sleep until 4 or 5. but who can tell anymore, i don't even remember that night clearly. The main details: driving a lot, illegal activity, driving more, sketched out, no sleep.

Friday: Couldn't take the bright lights and deep bass of taxlo, which is usually my lifeblood, one of the few things making this place worthwhile. Instead, stopped by a local show, which i'm realizing my friends and i are wayyy too old for. We looked like the creepy 35 year old uncle with a bad moustache that hangs out by the Elementry school smoking cigars during outdoor gym classes. Some boy with fried hair and a fitted didn't like my attitude, or something about taking him seriously, i don't know i wasn't really paying attention. Threats were made, he attempted to start a fight with my friend who is built like a ford f350. Sorry Mr. Sunshine, but...uh.... you can hit a tank with a skateboard and expect it to help you win. Eventually Mr. Sunshine walked away, leaving us all to laugh and find some trouble to get into. Fire sticks were lit as we drove off. totally epic.

Saturday: I wish I could say i remember thisday. but i can't. So i'll just say i did something really fun that I can't even write about.

Sunday: Was attempting to go to a graduation party after work. Who has a graduation party in july? hey, it's fine by me. Stopped by the King and Queen seat to meet up with my friends Stan and Nick. They insisted on following me to the party, which i knew i could not bring them to. The event resulted in an intense car chase where I thought i lost them in suburbia, but was left blocked in the middle of a quaint street by said boys and matt toby. Crazy. Luck was on their side, so i gave in and we hung out the rest of the night. It involved royal farms, creeping old fat women in an adult video store and yelling dippin' dots a lot.

Monday: Late night party with Geo in South Baltimore. We parked a block and a half away as i locked away and hid all valuables in my car. The place was a skinny rowhome. I was told neighbors on one side were crack heads. great. Somehow after a few shots of Jameson and Grey Goose, i forgot all about this, or it didn't bother me anymore. The backyard was a concrete jungle of clotheslines, chain link fences, and tall rowhomes. Some kids smoked god knows what out of a rockstar can. interesting and inventive to say the least. We left around 3 or 4, geo driving. Slept until 12 the next day.

Tues: horrible headache. didn't go away until 6 or 7. and even then i still felt weak. work, then sleep.

Wednesday: awake by 9 to a phone call from toby. We're going to the beach. Ipod shuffle is the best invention ever. Shuffle gods were so good to us. The Cure, Blink, Kut U Up, Aphex Twin, etc. etc. It was meant to be.
I had a goal for the day: be as skeevy as possible. Going into a burger place on the way, i wore jeans, a white hoodie, no shirt, and my neon green glasses. The only other clientel were about a dozen old people at various tables. Does anyone else think it's sad when an old person has to wear velcro? if you can't tie your shoes, should you really be operating a vehicle? i think not. They all had to get to this place somehow, and i don't think they walked. scary. all them on the road at once.
Anyway, the day involved eating our weight in beachey food, the greasier the better. Coleman was hospitable and invited us back to his trailer and we got to take showers after laying on the beach all morning. My hair still felt like yarn or rope or some other kind of tying material. Met up with kyra and walked around the boardwalk. got home at 5 am.
oh i almost forgot about the creeper working late nights at wawa. i woke up as we pulled into a wawa to get gas just outside the beaches. i went in to get some green tea and something to eat. this....thing... was working behind the counter. it's name was adam. it had this crusty little salt and pepper colored moustache, was the size of jabba himself, and had these pouty lips. To top it off: glasses as thick as the folds of fat on the back of it's neck. so gross. matt did not escape without being harassed by this beast. i'm starting to think he has some kind of pheromone that attracts them. left. got home at 5. slept til 8.

Only 9 more hours before i can go home.

Current Location: Baricaded register
Current Mood: tired
Current Music: Angelspit