Thursday, January 14, 2010

fifty hipster faggots

Today I left college for the semester. It was slightly sad but it needed to happen.

So….HooRah new journeys and what not.

The kitten was excited to see me, and my fish which we had thought dead decided to hold on and is still swimming and being angry which is fantastic.

I am currently at a coffee shop in the Old Port in Portland. Normally, coffee shops are my standard haunts but today my caffeine sanctuary is filled to the brim with stupid, hipster, writer wannabes and I'm finding it incredibly tiresome. I've been told that this is the perfect place to pick up professors though which is good. Considering that I still have my education to consider having a boy friend who doubles as a professor would be good. It also lends itself to my plans to make my Papa as uncomfortable as possible for a while, if only because it's mildly entertaining.

Well, I'm going to be consumed by people watching in a few minutes. Try to be good until my next post.

Friday, January 8, 2010

Pninjet: A Cross Between a Pirate and a Ninja..

Who knew the benefit of a night of crappy teen movies and watching the sun rise?
Any who knew should have told me sooner, because I am feeling rather more chipper this morning than I have recently.

It's a nice improvement.

I know that it's practically a cliche to say that you miss summer while in the midst of winter, but I do, miss it. I miss the color green and rain that I can go outside in without catching hypothermia. Also, all-nighters are nicer in the summer because the sunrise happens earlier and drinking your coffee outside is possible without tons of layers.

And yeah, I know I'm moping. Deal with it.

Tomorrow Tracy leaves for Seattle and I go back to school. These things are both exciting and completely bittersweet. I miss her when she's not around, and returning to class sounds more formidable the closer I get to it. Job hunting doesn't sound awesome either. However, us both returning to our respective niches will be good for my Dad, and our own sanities.

Wow, attack of teenage maudlin!
Does blogging normally lead everyone into a spiral of depression? Just wondering.

More importantly, I got on to tell you that the artists of Coldplay are the song birds of my generation. Thought you should know.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Because I Want to be a Hero

So yes, I am watching chick flicks in the middle of the night and writing angst poetry. SO?!

Alright, I may be just a tad bit bitter but what are you gunna do. We've reached the end of break, there's still nothing to do at home and all you can do is sit around thinking about what it's going to be like when we get back to school. I've come to the conclusion that due to my Ex returning to college, and the riff continuing between my best friend and I that it's going to be an interesting experience to say the least.

Ahh college, the stepping stone between High School and being an actual human being.

I've recently come into the ownership of a Kitten. His name is Marlowe, and he is a terrorist. Marlowe comes with two settings: 1)Kill 2)Cuddle. I find it endearing, while the rest of my family seems to find it off putting. I couldn't imagine why, I think it only makes sense that our only pet would have the same temperament as the rest of the household.

Well, I need to go set up My Aunts Dialysis stuff.

Over and out.