Crazy Storms

We've been having crazy thunderstorms here, huge bolts of lightning like every three seconds for the past few nights, places are flooding, it's getting kind of ridiculous. I like watching lightning though, and it was so frequent that I was able to take a couple pictures. Not as cool as the actual lightning bolts though


We'd called the cats for a while when it started raining and they hadn't come, so we figured they were inside somewhere. Then after it had been raining for about three hours we went to lock the front door, and some very wet kitties wanted in...

Downtown in College Park

So my cousin and I went downtown and I discovered the College Park bar scene--it wasn't exactly fabulous, but it was fun. The best part of the night though was probably when I saw this...

College Park, At Last

The house:

The room: (note the wallpaper, to aid me in case I need to freshen up on my ABCs)

The kitties!: (Ranger and Portia. Supposed favorite activity? Peeing on things like brand new X-box 360s and power strips plugged in to cell phone chargers, computers, and flat screen tvs)


The neighborhood:

Worst Mini Golf Ever

So next time you want to mini golf in Saratoga, don't go to this place. We probably should have taken the hint when we drove through a gap in a barbed wire fence to get to there, but we went ahead anyhow. And then it sucked real hard. After the first nine holes we all had around 900, and then Rich knocked his ball over the fence. Clearly he wasn't the first to do so, cause there was already a nice person-sized hole to go try and retreive your ball from the adjacent jungle. He macheted around with his club for a while, but didnt have any luck


He then had even less luck, when he fell into the disgusting slimy watertrap on this hole

We all felt bad....but it was pretty funny

A very unhappy Rich...

And his club joined his ball in the big mini golf course in the sky

And this was the skunk we saw scurrying fearfully about ten feet away from us and whom, at first, we tried to shoo away, until, realizing it was barrelling straight for the road, we tried to coax it back towards us and relative safety from skunk stench

The Glasses

Rich found these glasses outside McClellan. He decided they make everything 30% funnier

They also make you at least 30% less attractive





...And they hurt your eyes a lot

Back in Toga Together!

Back together at Gaffney's!

DA's!

Kitty in a Box

My cat decided to use one of my packing boxes as a bed




Until disaster struck, when she reached critical mass

Jersey!

I went to Jersey, and we saw some cute owls at this place called "The Raptor Trust" We also saw some Bald Eagles and a shitload of Red Tailed Hawks


And then Jesse came! And we went to this bar that was listed on "NJ.com" ....mistake. As awesome as "The Zookeepers" were, with their rendition of "Brown Eyed Girl" and their male bassist's impressive falsetto, "The Tap Room" in the Northern New Jersey Hilton Hotel was not all that great. There were a couple people who we thought could be still in their 20s, but the majority were there to recapture their youth through classic covers. But it didn't matter, we went to another bar, and it was really good just to be hanging out

High School?

So I found my high school yearbook today and sat down with it. I looked over all the pictures of people in my class, smiled at people I remembered, sneered at my own horrible picture. I'm amazed how many names I'd forgotten and how many people seemed completely unfamiliar. And also how many complicated-looking names I still knew exactly how to pronounce, despite not being able to remember a single thing about the person. I remembered how I got screwed out of the Most Artistic Senior Superlative by Ashley Elliot, a girl who'd never taken an art class but was more popular so people recognized her name on the ballot sheet. Ahh... good times.
The weird part was reading all the messages people wrote me. It was a lot of stuff about my art, which seems weird now because no one knows me for art, but that seemed to be what I was to everybody in high school. It made me kind of sad that I didnt keep doing it; I sort of felt like maybe I should have had work in the Senior Show. But the thing I noticed the most was how everybody seemed to think I was going to do such great things. "I have no doubt that you will be very successful," "you'll do great no matter what you do," "you have to keep creating, it would be illegal for you not to." And those were just from the other kids... the teachers (and you know I'm a nerd cause I had teachers sign my yearbook) wrote things like, "maybe you can leave a clone of yourself before you leave," and "you are a teacher's dream" ...i'm really embarrassed about that last one. People were telling me I'm gonna change the world. But I certainly don't feel ready to do that. Change it how, anyway? With my supernerd-literary-interpretation powers?
And now here I am trying to get a job, and no employers seem to think I'm so great. Everyone seems to tell you while you're in school that if you get As then you'll be able to walk right in to whatever you want in life, that success at school is what you need to succeed afterwards. But what about that lady on the streetcorner in England, reciting Shakespeare's lesser-known poetry from her cardboard house? It's those student loans that brought her down, I'll bet my "principal" on it.

The best message of them all was from someone whose name I can't even read...Steven something, but I don't remember any Stevens...
"You are supercalifragilisticexpiealedocious. You should be the Queen of Canada"

Damn right. Maybe that's how I'll change the world. I'll take good old peace-loving, Socialist Canada and turn it into a vicious dictatorship under my iron rule.
Finally, some direction in life.

Senior Week is So Over

I finally read all my emails. Well. opened them. So my gmail notifier will stop taunting me with the "85 unread emails" I've been neglecting since Senior Week.

Translation. Being home sucks.

I'm gonna go eat some peanut butter out of the jar

Cleaning and Packing for Leaving Home Forever

As i'm cleaning out my closet at home, for the first time in several years, I find this little red envelope, embossed in gold with chinese characters and drawings of birds and flowers. I look inside, and there is a folded piece of paper and a little carved trinket of a "cock" on a piece of red cord with some beads. So I'm really intrigued.
And when I read the paper, it was an ebay receipt from when I ordered Orgazmo from Hong Kong. Does that mean in Hong Kong you get a prize every time you buy something?? If I lived there, I'd have EVEN MORE CRAP THAN I ALREADY DO. The thought is unfathomable. Cause of course I can't just throw it away. It's hanging on my bookshelf at this moment.
The things you find...