Just when I thought we couldn't get any cooler...

the old gang from college looks a thousand times more awesome in a mac slideshow set to the theme from SWAT.  With funky 70's movie music behind our photos it looks like we have our own Starsky and Hutch style show, complete with horrible under-cover cop costumes.  

While I'm updating, it seems that I've about run out of stuff to do up here.  Netflix is slow,  no TV, all of the good shows are off for the summer and I've already watched all of the shows online, including youtube.   By the way, the Mighty Boosh is amazing and I can't wait for the movie. 

I also can't wait to leave and I want to start packing, but I don't want to pack too soon and then have to dig through boxes to find something.  I also don't know when to start cleaning.  I know that I don't "have to" because our security deposit is our last month's rent, but I may need to use these people as a reference when finding an apartment in Chicago.  

Now I'm in a bad mood. Sweet.

I hate to post twice in one day but...

I can honestly say that the ending of Dirty Mary Crazy Larry is so shocking and surprising that I gasped.  I actually gasped.  

(Almost) Weekend Update

Today I realized that I have an actual phobia of the dentist and possibly all medical help.  

I had a dentist appointment to get my jaw looked at and I was a wreck the whole day.  I was shaking, sick to my stomach and near the point of tears all over a dentist appointment.  

That got me thinking about how I avoid going to any doctor at all costs.  I don't think that it stems from being afraid of disease or death.  I think it comes from being in and out of emergency rooms too much as a child. From the time I could walk, until the end of middle school, some part of my body was in a cast or in stitches and I think that being in hospitals and doctors offices so much at such a young age has ruined them for me.  However, the good news is that I don't have some monster infection, just two cavities that are getting filled next week.  

The other good news is that I may have a potential job in Chicago, therefore, leaving Philly sooner! Yay!  

Grindhouse

This movie is amazing.

Unfortunately...

The saying "when it rains it pours" is often true.

Anthony left for boot camp in Chicago at the end of May. We just got a letter from him this week and I felt so weird writing him back because in my mind, writing to someone in the Army is just movie fodder. I didn't think I would actually be doing it one day. It seems so old and distant, but I'm just glad that my friend is doing good.
Chelsea and Eleanor came for a visit and just missed a heat wave like no other. Seeing them again was odd, good but odd. We fell back in stride so fast it only seemed like we had only been apart for a month, not 12 of them. However, we have all changed so much in the year that we have been apart that it seemed like we entered some sort of time paradox.
It's just weird to think about. A year since we graduated from, and left Flagler. A year since we had seen each other, what feels like a year spent in Philadelphia and then all parting ways around the same time again. Some of us to Chicago, some back home, some to grad-school.
Today is Wednesday, Allie leaves Friday and I'm alone (for the most part) for about a month. Part of me is really excited to be alone for a bit, and this week's bathroom crowd has definitely shown me that I cannot do the 4 roommates thing anymore. I can also tell that it's time to be by myself when I start snapping at everything in sight (don't take it personally). The other part of me will definitely miss Allie and MacGruber for sure. I know I'll stay busy, I have to apply for jobs, look for apartments, clean, write and I'll have plenty of movies to watch too.
The thing is that, (aside from the trouble of moving somewhere altogether) I cant help thinking in the back of my mind that if I go to Chicago, I'll end up there alone and it will be just another Philly. I also think "Screw it. I'll make friends when I enrol at Second City" (my main reason for going).
The worst part is that I'm just not sure what to do. It's pretty much impossible to get a job if you don't live in the city that the job is in. I know I can go home, but that doesn't mean I really want to. I could move to chi-town and get a month to month or sublet for a month and then find a job. I could do a repeat of Philly and go up and stay with Stephanie while I do some interviews and see what happens then. I know I want to go to Chicago, I just don't know how.
All in all, why does life always seem to either be completely boring or a whirl-wind of shit to do?

Enough emo. Just had to get somethings off my chest.

You want me to eat lettuce?

Today has been exciting.
It's about a thousand degrees outside.
I told the people at work that July 25 will be my last day.
I went to go get my apple juice from the fridge only to discover that I had made some hard cider.
Then, I ate a sandwich with lettuce on it.
I am livin' la vida loca!

PS. I encourage you to try and make your own batch of homemade hooch.

1. Buy a jug of Mott's 100% apple juice
2. Open the jug and drink it strait from the bottle
3. Leave the jug in the refrigerator at work for a month
4. Go to drink some apple juice and say that it tastes funny
5. Put the apple juice back in the fridge and wait another 2 weeks
6. Pull out the apple juice and shake the jug
7. Panic as if being shot at when the jug starts to pop from all the gas inside
8. Open jug and release pressure
9. Drink your homemade cider and let everyone think it is apple juice.

Third Blog's a Charm

As a semi-adult person, I feel that it is time to abandon my more childish blogs of high school and college for a more mature and better looking blog that will suit my needs and desires as a young and happening twenty-something. As I'm sure you may not know, I contribute to the Boy's Club blog. There you can find postings of the comedic and satiric variety. It is here that you can read my rage and paranoia filled posts as I learn what it's like to grow up, get old and start rotting.