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Albums I want to buy:
The Fad- "Kill Punk Rock Stars"
The Copyrights- "Learn the Hard Way"
The Action Design EP
And a whole host of patches. I have a old blazer style jacket that was made for patches... and I know how to sew.
Up the punx, or something like that.

I might be dying but I'm not dead yet

So this weekend happened.
But it didn't really.
As I'm driving to Eric's to get in his car and go down to Binghamton, he calls to tell me that the crew coming up from the city has been snowed off the roads and therefore would not be coming.
Jess would not be there.
Not that I was excited, but I sang loudly and talked copiously on the four hour drive down. Which, by the way, was awesome. We just rocked out and talked about old times, women and our inability to understand them, and about how awesome the weekend would be.
We get to Binghamton and the first thing out of Eric's mouth is "I fuckin' hate this place." We were home. We see Zack and Moshe right away. We catch up with Hagerbaumer and the Wongn8tor (aka Wong) and are just totally stoked to be at a concert and not have to work.
Once we get to the Events Center, it's a whirlwind of saying hi and catching up. All four production managers were in attendance, so there's an awesome picture out there. We basically bumped into Against Me! and Dave Grohl a few times; I even watched Serj from System of a Down walk in on some dude taking a leak while wearing a top hat. I never thought my college education would give me that experience.
We ate Nirchi's Pizza and were able to get back stage. I saw so many old friends and got to talk to some people about the open Late Nite coordinator position that I am applying for. I saw BSSL still alive and in capable hands (although I'm sure Moshe disagrees and would like to still be in control).
Eric and I went drinking with Wong and ended up at the Rat. No, I don't know why, because that place is a shit hole. Eric and I split from Wong and went to Pepe's for the best awful meatball subs of all time. It was vacation, so I housed on a meatball sub with nacho cheese. My body hates me still, but it was worth it for the total Binghamton experience.
he next day we were up early and on the road hopeful of hitting up the Bedouin Soundclash show in Buffalo that evening. Instead, it was sold out and we went to a bar to watch the end of the Rangers game (except I'm in Buffalo, so I had to pretend not to be happy when they beat the Sabres) where the tender was awesome and played some Flogging Molly. We then hit up another bar but by that time, I was beat. Next thing I know I'm in bed and it's Sunday morning.

I need more weekends like that.

Let me rant and let me ramble

So this weekend is finally here. I'm anxious, nervous, apprehensive, and you get the idea. After nights of wondering what will happen, a few dreams, and a ton of conversation I am on my way to Binghamton. This should prove interesting.
I'm as over Jess as I'm going to be now. Dad put it best (and I'm paraphrasing here): "Men take a long time to get over their exes- well into their life. After a while, you just get used to seeing them around. Doesn't suck any less though."

I wonder what Mom had to say to this.

Ouchies

My stomach hurts. This usually means I ate too much today; specifically too much crap.
Yet another reason to eat healthily- no cramps that keep me up at night.

Ackbar

This is one of the funniest things ever.

25%

Twice today I've come across people mentioned the "quarter life crisis."
Please shut-up. This isn't a crisis, it's called growing up. And yeah, sorry to say, it sucks. It's hard because it's supposed to be. If everyone could grow up totally normal and free and easy, do you think therapists would make the money they do? I mean, I've had to take long hard looks at my life and realize that this is not where I thought I would be at 24. Hell, I didn't have a plan for after college. For the longest time my life goal was to go to college and graduate.

I did that.

Oh spit, now what?

This is life, and we're supposed to live it. It's a gift; cherish it. I know a lot of times I've complained about the way my life is going ::cough::lastpost::cough:: but all in all, my life is not that bad. Yes, I'm in a rough patch, but that's because I'm growing up.
I've been in a transition period for two years. I came into graduate school knowing I wasn't going to be staying here and therefore never got settled. Now in a few short months I am going to be uprooting again and going into the work force for my first job. Am I scared? Hell yes. It's part of the reason I still am hung up on my ex- it's not her as much as when she represents. Jess represents a stable time in my life- the last two years of college. I had friends, a girl friend, a job, a support network and a goal. Now, I still have the friends and goal, but my support network has drastically altered and I spend my evenings reciting Law and Order episodes, pining for Mets games and wondering if people read this thing.
So please, stop talking about the quarter life crisis- it's a load of crap. You only grow up if you want to. That explains why I'm still acting like some kid. Damn straight I am.

Here's the score

So October 2006, during an already rough patch in my life, I get dumped over the phone. Sucks, I know. We continue to be friends, no matter how bad that always seems to work out in the movies and television. She ends up starting to see one of our mutual friends (who was pissed at me for a variety of reasons, and so we weren't speaking). After they start dating, he agrees to bury the hatchet.
Fast forward a year- I still am looking for a nice girl and haven't been speaking to either of them as much. Life is going okay and I finally do meet a woman, who I end up dumping two months later because she reminded me of me in a bad way.
Fast forward to this week, Eric and I decide to road trip to Binghamton for the Foo Fighters/Against Me! concert. There's another motive here for me, since I am thinking about applying for a job at Bing and a visit could give me an edge. Eric calls our friend who is coordinating while I speak to David, my mentor. As it turns out, Pat, our friend, is road tripping up. In tow will be the ex and our friend/person she may or may not be still dating.
I'm still going, but I'm wondering why life decided to take my vacation and add a side of ajida.

EDIT: Let it be known that these are my feelings on the matter, not necessarily the truth.

Life is flipping me off

It's times like these that I wish I had someone to talk to. Anyone want to hear me vent about how my vacation next week just got stressful?

Shoes

I know I look young. At 24, if I shave, I could easily pass for 18, maybe younger. I'm also short, clocking in at just under 5'4". This has given me a slight complex, and for as long as I can remember, I hate shopping for clothes because I rarely get taken seriously in stores and they rarely have my sizes. This leads me to buy clothes for younger people, lending to the young appearance.
Desperately in need of sneakers today, I went shopping. Foot Locker doesn't carry anything smaller than a 7 and a half, and I'm a size 7. Screw that.
Kids Foot Locker had a sweet pair of Reeboks for 30 bucks.
So I win this round against the man. If you're not going to stock clothes in my size, I'm just going to end up spending less money. Sucks to be you.

What you shouldn't do at the bar

Saturday night I head out with Eric, his roommate and one of their law school friends. We are all in need of a detox style night where we just relax. Relax we did, as Eric an I spent a good portion of the time being immature and making jokes about Oregon State. We have nothing against the school, but being stressed out graduate students, we decided to make dumb jokes centered around the school's mascot and basketball. I won the evening with "That Beaver's fouled out."
Did I mention we are both exhausted students?
So the fourth member of our party strikes up conversation with two women next to us at the bar. After brief conversation, one starts dancing on me. No offense to her, but she wasn't my type. However, I dance back a little, and then Eric whispers something implying a past experience of mine and this woman. I promptly have an attack of the laughs and fall down, seating myself on the foot rest bar and laughing while this random woman stares at me. By the time I make it back to my feet, she asks me, very plainly "You're not a virgin, are you?"
I thought once I left college, that question would stop. Apparently I was wrong. It was if she felt that she was so "hot," that her mere presence was making me uncomfortable. That wasn't the case- I just didn't want to dance with you. Sorry.
However, I thought the fourth member of our party was taken, so I took her hand on my rear as some drunk flirting. Guess who was wrong. I'm not saying it was anything other than being drunk, but sometimes, it's nice to dream.

Knight Rider

You know you're a nerd when your friend messages you about the remake of Knight Rider, and simultaneously you both condemn the show because it lacks the talents of Mr. Feeny.

"Warning Device" by Teenage Bottlerocket

Sometimes described as Ramones-core, these boys do not disappoint. "Warning Device" is just good ol' pop-punk- four chords and a dream as it were. With lyrics that are all at once simple from "In the Basement," with such deep lyrics as "I'm not going down the stairs no more/There's something here living under the floor/I haven't seen it but I know it's there/Now I'm so scared I wet my underwear/That's why I don't wanna go down in the basement." But it works, mostly because the album is just fun. The songs are fast and punchy, and the vocals are impassioned and just off enough to make you think "Hell, I could play this music," which is exactly what you should feel.
I keep coming back to this idea of fun, and that's a great way to describe this album. You just want to have a few friends over, break out the grill and the beers, put this CD on and have a ball. At the same time, you want to listen to it and actually pay attention, because occasionally the lyrics get more deep than "She's not the one " (which is just about the only lyric in the song of the same name). Starting off with the mosh-friendly "Bottlerocket," the album does not slow down. Even the ballad songs have a sense of teenaged urgency about them, without being emo in the least.
With enough songs about girls to make the staunchest emo boy happy, our moros friends will be oddly disappointed with the lack of profound and over the top imagery, which is fine with me.
The album closes with three strong tracks, "Crawling Back to You" is not the groundbreaking poetic masterpiece, but is just sung perfectly. "Warning Device" has just the right amount of twang in the distorted guitar and swallowed vocal to make you sing "woah" along side your speaker. Closing with "Wasting Time" could not have been a smarter move. This song contains perhaps the best lyric on the album with "And now the murdering of minutes is my only crime" which is just so good it doesn't matter that this is yet another song about girls.
So break out the Chucks, those old jeans, and the ratty old t-shirts. Invite over some friends with a case of Keystone and put this album on, you will be happy. Just stay out of the basement.

Eulogy

I miss you Bubbe

MTGO and Politics

I play Magic: The Gathering, and the corresponding online game, Magic: The Gathering Online. I am a community member in PDC, a specific groups of players. I happen to be very vocal and outspoken (mostly because I have opinions). Recently, I have questioned the methodology of certain other community members, and have been labeled something akin to a heretic.

You can check out the discussion here:
http://www.pdcmagic.com/forums/phpBB2/viewtopic.php?t=830

I am SpikeBoyM, and Gatherling is a database tool that is relatively new.

My brain hurts.