I want to tell the people of Argentina...

(My mom is watching Evita)

(But I do have things to tell you)

I have an interview for a job in about three hours. Yay! It for a desk receptionist position at a hotel. I want this job badly, not only because I think it would be a great fit and I could get the hours I want (late late late [because no one likes those hours]), but also because this job is kinda the reason I decided to move home to Jackson in the first place. If my mom hadn't suggested I give it a try, I would have found a job in East Lansing at Pizza Hut or something and lived with Katie and Sasha for the year

I do have a feeling I'll be better here at home. And it's only for a year

whatever

I have a fucking job interview. Finally

w00t w00t


I have decided, somewhat childishly (or child-like-ly. fuck it), that I am going to read Harry Potter from start to finish before the movie comes out in November. I got said idea from the loverly wife who mentioned it a few weeks back. It sounded like a good idea considering I haven't read the first two books in, like, six years.

Yes. I know. Harry Potter is a child series. Fuck you. I don't care. And I have some time over the next week to read a lot because my mom and I are taking a trip to go visit Carla, Brian and their kids (w00t w00t new baby, Renee). Yay for 7 hour drives!


Speaking of the wife, I know Ben's always joked about our upcoming divorce and how she's leaving me and I'm sad to report that her and I are spending more time apart than we are together. Between her long and late hours at the office and my ridiculous need to gain my independence by driving here and there for parties and gatherings and Bridget, we are hardly in the same spot for very long.

She's leaving me

It's very unintentional, but subconsciously, I think we're both preparing ourselves for the end - the final night of being roommates after four years.

...

Of course, most of this is a joke, but some of it is actually truth. I don't see a ton of her lately and it doesn't bother me because I still have this lasting feeling like I'll be living with her next year. It sucked during the summers between college years when we didn't see each other at all, but I always knew I'd be seeing her a lot during college. I'm getting the same impression when there is no "next year" for us. I'm sure I'll visit her wherever she goes (here's to hoping it's somewhere exciting [you hear that, Wife? Move to London!]) but by August 14th, the most perfect roommate combination will come to an end

How am I supposed to live with anyone else?

Maybe after living with my family for a year, I'll be BEGGING to live with anybody but them ^_^


Sean, Ryan and I spent a little bit of time in Bellevue with Clinton. His dad's band was playing in this Dancing in the Streets thingy. We missed the car show by a day, but that's okay - the band was fun. Afterward, we all traveled back to East Lansing and watched Youth in Revolt, which I actually enjoyed quite a bit. The only thing was that I hated the girl he was chasing from the word 'go' so that made things kinda difficult for me

I also saw my first episode of The IT Crowd

I like the Irish Guy (I have no idea what his name is)


And last but certainly not least

What. The. Fuck. Weather? I don't know why you feel the need for 94 degree weather. Yes, I know it gets hotter in different states, but have we talked about the humidity?! You can be 94 in dry places - NOT HERE. Damn. It feel like a fucking wet sauna every single time I stick my head outside.

And

What. The. Fuck. Apartment? It would be really nice if the ice cold air would make it from the living room/kitchen area into our bedrooms. This whole me sleeping on the couch night after night just to say cool is a tad bit ridiculous.

And

What. The. Fuck. Mosquitoes? I understand you must sustain life and to do that, you need to eat. Stop munchin' on my toes, please. The resulting welt itches like you wouldn't believe, but hurts when I try. You know what? Just stop biting me. All of you. After two bonfires, three walks, a few lake excursions, and a rollerblading occurrence, I think you've had quite enough of me. Quite. Enough

Verrier's answer to all of this: Quit being so warm blooded

(I was so happy that I got to use that line at least five times during the fourth of July, ESPECIALLY when someone: *slap* "I've been bitten." It was pure glory)


That is all...I think

Words can't say and I can't do enough to prove it's all for you

Not THAT old, but still a classic in my mind

I've been everywhere, man.

Crazy amount of stuff that has happened in the last two days

I drove from East Lansing to Jackson to West Bloomfield to Ann Arbor to Jackson to Augusta and then back to Jackson again

and I found out that, yes, you can get a sunburn just from driving. My left arm is going to be considerably tanner than the other one...which is certainly saying something because I do have pasty, pasty skin. Any tan is going to make the rest of me look like a ghost.

I haven't seen this many firework displays in a while. There were the illegal ones at Sean's and then an hour-long show on Gull Lake, as well as all the little displays scattered all around Scotch and Gull Lake. Kinda intense

Also, more mosquito bites on my body than I think is entirely healthy.

Sean's was fun and tiring. I didn't drink anything so I wasn't trashed enough to sleep on the floor, so I stayed up all night long. It was nice around 6am when the sun was rising over the lake, and I had a really nice talk with Ian Cooley after that.

I met a girl named Tori. Her uncle is Adam Baldwin. Not her second cousin twice removed...not some distant uncle of an uncle of a grandfather cow somewhere or any other odd connection. He's her father's brother. Needless to say, I was quite shocked and happy. She had pictures on her phone of him at dinner a few weeks ago.

I told you that to tell you this story: Clinton was hungry and as everyone was moving inside because Sean was going to smoke the lawn and/or it was getting too loud, I suggested we go get food. The legendary John Walsh heard that we were going to go get food and slapped $40 into my hand and told me to use all of it. Now, it's 2 in the morning and we're guessing that not a damn thing is going to be open except McDonalds.

We were right

So, there we are - me, Clinton, and Tori - having driven around a good portion of West Bloomfield looking for ANYTHING except a McDonalds. No luck.

We pull up

We three order what we want

Clinton then leans over and says, "We want 35 McDoubles"

Silence

Then, this poor intercom girls says, "Are you sure you want to do that?"

Turns out this poor girl and two other McDonalds employees were the only ones there and she said that she had been getting orders like that all night long. Needless to say, she was a stressed out SOB

So we gave them an under-the-table-tip for their trouble. Intercom Girl said that she was going to quit her job but we were so nice that she had more faith in humanity and decided against it

In hindsight, perhaps we shouldn't have given her a tip. She might have quit her job and actually found a place that schedules smartly and does leave 3 people alone to make 40 burgers

Before heading on to Emily's house, I stopped at Pizza Hut. I sat alone for about 10 minutes before this nice old man came by and asked if he could sit with me. He said that his wife had died last year and he wasn't quite used to eating alone yet. We had a great conversation about her (more him telling stories, but who's keeping track?). And to top it all off, apparently, Pizza Hut was "out of smalls" so, they gave me a large pizza for a small pizza price. Overall, a great decision

Then, on to Emily's house in Augusta and a bunch of us took a speed boat out on the lake. We certainly exceeded the amount of people that were supposed to be on that boat, but we're irresponsible teenagers - we do that. There were many fireworks to be had, two bonfires, a crap ton of cigarettes and then I crashed on Emily's couch

Mr. Nott made me a really great omelet

And now I'm home

enjoying the central air

My birthday is coming up.

meh

that is all

How could you use a poor maiden so?

Emily, Bridget and I found some odd stuff underneath our couch this last week.

Bridget lost her phone under our couch, which is terribly understandable. I remember doing that one night - Halloween, actually - and having to take one of the funniest trips into poor sleeping Emily's room to get her phone to call my own.

Whatever. I'm just saying it's easy to lose your phone under our couch (even easier to lose it IN the couch)

So we lift up the couch

I understand the crumbs and the random book and the occasional sock, but what we found was quite odd considering I have absolutely no idea how they got there

Poker chips: Five white, four blue, three red (I think)

And a Joker card...with a naked blonde fingering herself

I would REALLY like to know how they got there. Emily and I do not own poker chips - we don't play poker at all. I don't remember anyone playing poker at our apartment and I seriously don't remember that stuff being under the couch a few months ago when I was moving stuff around to make room for the Papisan chair in the main room. And I might seem like the kind of person to have playing cards that are sex-themed, but you would NEVER see me with masturbating ladies on my cards. Dirty sayings, maybe. Corny jokes, definitely. Ladies pleasuring themselves? Yeah, not so much

She's not even that pretty. Her hair is all stringy

But that's really beside the point


A momentous occasion occurred today. I got a new phone and now have unlimited text messaging (!!!!). Bridget and I are taking every opportunity to flaunt this fact by texting random things to each other. For a while, I wanted to see how loud my ring was, so she texted. It went on and on, but I'm truly enjoying this. And the text messaging seems to get through easier at my house than calls do. We are seriously in a signal deadzone here. I have to answer my phone and run outside any time anybody tries to call. Texts, though? Fantastic and easy. I'll have to get used to using a keyboard, but we all have our crosses to bear


In other news, the loverly Bridget let me borrow one of her art books. If you haven't heard of Banksy, behold:







Call it glorified graffiti. Call it modern art. Call it whatever you want, but I find this one of the funniest and most interesting artists around. He's gained so much popularity over the years with his random pieces of art all around London and surrounding places. You almost feel honored seeing something of his because it's more than likely that he'll make something and a few days later, someone will be scrubbing it off the side of a building.

The anonymity of him is also appreciated. I know there are articles that have said that they've found the true Banksy. True or not, I couldn't care less. I almost enjoy it that much more if I have no idea what the guy looks like.

I was told about him while I was in London last summer and looked for his stuff everywhere, but I have a feeling it's one of those things where you'll see something of his if you're really not looking for it.

I just enjoying laughing with him at his art.

Go look him up. Read some of his comments. He's ridiculously funny

Also

CAIRN!



Courtesy of Goldsworthy in all of his brilliance and awkwardness


Sean's tomorrow, I think. I'm not sure. I think I'll make that decision at two tomorrow afternoon. Fun with the Walsh people, but also a relaxing 4th with the fam doesn't sound like such a bad idea either

*shrugs* Not too big a deal

That is all