don't stop

Too much goes on to update in full sentences. Paintball wars off the roof and all over N. Paca and Franklin and in the house/paintball face painting, Monday-Wednesday in DC every week, drunk Twitter is the new drunk dial, pow wows in my room with Jenna, wondering where the hell I am when I wake up, Guns N Roses sing alongs at 7am, world's bigest mimosas behind Ottobar, late night/early morning purchaces made my Kaitlin...

i've been busy

I've been ignoring my blog, sorry.
Everything is good.
Drunken millionaires, My attempting to DJ (and failing) but it was fun, dancing til the sun comes up, riding bears, getting stuck in thorn bushes getting pulled out and cut up all over, new friends, old friends, safaris and antelopes, being in actual bad physical pain from laughing so hard, having your face and abs hurt the next day from laughing so hard, dvd players?, bbqs at james', seeing my mom and dad for a hot second, bonfires!, "why are we at the copy cat?" being the ONLY two chicks at a party, air mattress and curtains, chikfila.

I really don't have any real complaints at the moment. Things haven't been THIS good in a really long time. Back to life, bye.

bulletproof tacos

I wish I had my camera cord so I could upload the hundreds of pictures I've taken recently. So good, so good. Yesterday Kaitlin, James, and I had a bbq. The whole thing ended up being a conversation about balls brought on by Kaitlin and all of us not being able to eat our hot dogs and kilbasa without cracking up. Apparently we're starting a band (Bulletproof Tacos) so I made us a band shirt. Kaitlin modeled it. The back can't be seen in the picture, but "Takin' it to Browntown since March 22, 2009" is written across the back. The rest of the bbq consisted of playing bongos singing about things of a sexual nature. Fun shit.

no complaints

cooking good dinners
running into doors
"shables"
sign singing
pizza bagels on st. paul
"welcome back"
where's my tango face
drake and josh go to hollywood
crustsalico
"i wanna pee on cirque du soleil!"
2 dollar breakfast at lexington market
FUCK NORTH CAROLINA
sidewalks are pretty cozy
danielle john clark chicken stuff
fire escape days
mstrfrkt?! ya like mstrkrft?!?!?!?
french cigarettes

shit's good.

I had an interview yesterday. I'm 99% sure it went well enough to get hired. I applied somewhere else too today which also looks like it has good possibility. I need more of my things. I have been here over a month now and am still living off of a bag that was packed for only a week long visit. I'm craving beer. Or vodka. Both would be better.

Apparently Kaitlin and I got our picture taken at the Death Set show on Friday. She put it best... "oh jeeze. that second bottle of vodka wasn't a good look."

nbvhrg

I have never been in so much physical pain after a night of drinking. I also haven't blacked out for more than five minutes in a few years. Last night I lost a solid hour... at least. After Friday night Kaitlin and I decided we should stay in and recover.... until about 9 last night we got bored and decided to go out. Got to Shorty's in Bmore and ended up at Paradox with James and Kaitlin. I ran into a door and fell which I'm sure is why I can't move my leg without being in pain. Danced til 6am. Threw up in the Royal Farms parking lot, and the last thing I remember is laying down on the sidewalk outside James' place and insisting I sleep there. Today we actually stayed in.

Job interview Tuesday. If I get it it's celebration time with vodka who's in.

insanity.

So much shit last weekend. Started the night at Shorty's with Kaitlin and an irish car bomb, 3 shots, and 2-3 beers. Welcome Back was played for me and we danced our faces off. Apparently I wasn't drunk enough for being back home so shots were poured. Went to Windup Space with Kaitlin and James. More shots were poured along with Stoli drinks, and for some reason the last hour i was dancing with random bohs in my hand and don't know where they came from. Ended up at some party with Johnny and Mark and Kaitlin doesn't remember the cab ride. Which is why I love her. Ended up at Marks place with the community beer pile and a disposable camera photoshoot took place. Woke up drunk. Two dollar breakfasts at Lexington Market. Spent a good chunk of the day smoking cigs on a fire escape watching the crazy wheelchair people fly through the alleyway. Taxlo, met up with Johnny, danced and danced. Found our way to Marks. Don't know how. Found Kaitlin the next day still drinking because she's a beast and sat outside smoking cigs all day again. Talking about popcorn adler and laughing our faces off. I love my best friend.


More to come.

New life.

Thank God for the friends who don't hate me right now. I don't understand how someone moving warrants anger towards that person. People move it's a fact of life. Sometimes they move without notice. It doesn't mean I'm abandoning friendships or don't care. I do care. My friends were the ONLY thing that I was thinking about when it came down to the final deciding moments. I thought maybe as long as I have my friends I could stand to live in Rhode Island. But happiness is more than just friends. I got off that island I never really wanted to be on in the first place. So what. I did something good for myself. I have more job opportunities and can afford rent. I'm supporting myself 100% for the first time in my life and it feels good. I'm drinking wayyyyyyy less and doing things with my days besides waiting around the house for a friend to get off work so we can get fucked up. Apparently word out on the street is that I'm not gonna make it out here. I'm going to prove everyone wrong, and in some ways I already have.

Anyways. This past weekend Kaitlin, Zach, Marcus and I went to Columbus. I was going to suprise Tom because he got home from Iraq but instead woke up to Tom jumping on me. We almost died on the way there in a snowstorm, got there at 3am, went to Hounddogs at 5am. Whiskey shots at 6am. Tom woke us up at 12. Then made quick visits, then party that night that made me never want to look at a bottle of Tanqueray ever again. Lunch with Suzy at the Dube the next day and then drive home. Most packed and insane 36 hours of my life.

I moved. It was completely unplanned but I feel good about it. I'm in a place where i feel at home and i havent had that in a couple years since i moved to Rhode Island. If I'm not drunk or with my friend I hate it there and have been miserable with he fact that I lived there from day one. Since being in Maryland I have felt better than I have felt in a long time. What I don't feel good about is the fact that people are upset with me over it. One person I can understand why they feel the way they do. Completely. But everyone else I just wish they would be happy for me because I'm happy. I'm a happier person here and feel like I made the right choice. I have only one friend so far who has stood by my decision onehundred percent so that cheers me up. I need to worry about myself. An opportunity came up and I'm not at a place in my life where I can pass one up. I understand I made commitments to people and I feel terrible that I ruined that and i am sorry for it. I don't really know anymore. As in what to say. My mom told me to live my life and I'm pretty sure I'm gonna listen to her for once.

Roadtripping.

I'm so fucking sick of people who live their life through lies. What happened to all the honest, true, and not-full-of-shit people out there who are just themselves without having to make things up to gain approval. I truly feel bad for those people and hope they get a god damn clue.

GOOD NEWS GOOD NEWS GOOD NEWS I'm most likely going to Baltimore on Feb. 10th. Longest ten days of my life I can't wait. I need this so bad I feel like I'm going to explode in this state. This is the longest I've been away from home since 2000 and I can't stand it. I want to run around Maryland like a fucking idiot and not give a shit about anything and see my friends who I love and miss more than I could ever explain. February 10th please come soon. My sanity depends on it.

martians and robots

I wish I had the money to just take off for a week or weekend without notice and go to NYC or home to Baltimore like I used to do. I'm in deperate need of that life again. I'm feeling clostrophobic in this state, I need to get away. I'm getting antsy.

Last night there was a Martian and Robot party at Nico's. I don't think I'll be wearing tin foil for a whole night ever again, I'm still itchy. I don't know how people wear corsets. I plan on being completely lazy and unproductive the next two days. I'm pretty siked. Gossip Girl marathon.

Dear Tim, I'm updating my blog.

I took a nap today/this evening so I can't sleep. It's not like I have anything terribly exciting to write on here but it kills some time. I'm sure I already wrote about how I truly think 2009 will be great but it's actually proving itself to be just as great as my expectations. I feel like it's a fresh start on everything. I've worked things out with friends who I think deserve the chance and left the one's who don't in the past. I really hope they stay there, I'm done being dragged down.

The other night Kristina and I met up with Mike and Kiel and went to a black light party (?). It ended up being pretty epic and we didn't want to leave. Putting highlighter on your tongue actually doesn't taste bad and looks pretty dope.











Last night Kristina and I went to Pour Judgement with Adam and our friend Steve came out too. It was the usual drunk stuff. We had a snowbal fight with door man Tom out front on cigarette breaks and two snowballs made it into the bar/my face. I made a snow angel on the sidewalk and my butt froze, and Tom made a mini snowman named Gordon and put him on the bar.

I want to go back to school.
Preferably in NYC.
(New Years resolution.)

2009

I'm terribly addicted to poladroid. Viva la polaroid. I've been turning nearly every picture I have into polaroids and I can't stop. I'm too easliy amused, I sit there and watch them develop and shake them to make them go faster. New Years resolution: get a life.

Seriously, though. It's only day two of '09 and I love it. It started off strong and is staying strong. I couldn't have asked for a better way to have midnight go. Kristina and I gave each other a best friend smooch, and did some shots some old dude bought us. Then Kristina played wingman and devised a plan and out of nowhere I was getting another New Years kiss. Ahh love her.

We reunited in the morning and both agreed that 2009 will be epic. Get excited. This year is can't stop won't stop, and it's gonna be good.

Poladroid! Poladroid! Poladroid!



Get one. I promise you'll be amused.