a couple pictures

is it stupid to include a picture of yourself on the internet while providing intimate insights into your mind?  i mean, hypothetically of course.

those are my two favorite pictures of myself from the st. patrick’s day parade here in buffalo.  it was on sunday march 16, and i had a blast.  what i wonder is how/why those two pictures are my favorite and they were both taken at the bar around the corner from the hotel that i *love.*  i took 160 pictures that day.  literally, i’m not exaggerating.  i was that guy.  the guy who was like, PICTURE!  everytime anyone said or did anything cute or funny.  you know, like breathing.

i went to breakfast at a greek diner around the corner from the hotel (everything i could ever want or need can be found in allentown, i’m convinced) and had a delicious breakfast complete with dippy eggs and bacon.  yum.  i had magic hat #9 all over the place, and even started the day off with a carbomb.  i am not the biggest fan of carbombs.  everyone loves them, but i am sort of… indifferent about them.  i’m not good at chugging that kind of stuff.  i am not even that good at chugging beer.  i’m probably best at chugging water or milk.  but i still humored my friends and did a carbomb.

for being drunk for the entire day, i managed to only spend about $20 on alcohol, which is a miracle.  i would have been in the clear if people hadn’t suggested pizza.  and if i hadn’t offered to pay for the whole thing.  and then decided that one pizza wasn’t enough, and that my roommate and i could split another one when i got home.  guess what i had for lunch for almost a week?

i consider that money well spent.  it was an investment in my education.  it taught me… DON’T ORDER TWO PIZZAS WHILE DRUNK AND OFFER TO PAY FOR THEM!  that’s okay, next time i’m intoxicated, i promise to myself i won’t order two pizzas.

maybe just one and a half.

top five articles of clothing i own that i could wear everyday

in no order:

1.  my green corduroy short pants

ever since buying these on a whim in about october or so, i’ve worn them at least 1-2 times a week and probably about every other time i leave the house for a social scenario.  i intend to wear them all the damn time in the summer.  they will be perfect for sandals and a tank top.

2.  my fleece pajama pants

winter in buffalo gets cold, cold, cold, cold, coooooooooold!  and my down comforter really helps me stay warm (a ton!), but sometimes i’m still ridiculously freezing and need some extra warming power.  enter the fleece pajama pants.  poof!  i’m warm!

3.  my gray empire waisted peasant top

i got this at old navy in november, i think, and i actually forgot that i bought it until about 2-3 weeks after the fact.  since then, i’ve worn it about a bajillionty times.  it’s perfect for everything.  it makes me look bohemian.  it makes me look put together enough to enter “put together” establishments.  it makes me feel fantastic.  the cut and color are absolutely flattering.  i love this shirt.  so glad i bought it!

4.  my fluffhead hoodie

i bought this for myself about 4-5 years ago at new age creation.  it was an obscene amount of money.  i think i’d just gotten christmas money from someone and was like, hey, let’s blow it all in one place!  and i’ve never looked back.  fluffhead is a cute enough word/ phrase that even people who don’t get the phish reference really enjoy seeing the hoodie.  “hi, fluffhead!”  it’s a color blue that at one point in my life, i was sure i’d never wear.  and with orange contrasting writing?  but now i’m used to it, and i love it, and i could literally wear it all day every day and be happy.

5.  either my red or my black (or both) victoria’s secret ipex bra

not to be naughty or provocative, but one time my roommate walked into my room and found my vibrator.  he was in the middle of telling me a story about something he had seen on “modern marvels” and stopped dead in his tracks.   i asked him if he wanted to see how it worked and he said yes so i showed him (fully clothed, perv!) all the different functions and settings.  he stood in awe.  i said, “heh, this thing should be on modern marvels.”

this, too, is how i feel about the bras.  they are perfect, really.  they’re uplifting and supportive, especially for someone with a large chest like me.  they feature fantastic coverage and a nice smooth, soft material unlike anything i’ve ever felt.  they’re stylish and versatile.  and they are comfortable.  sometimes i feel like i will topple over one day from the weight of my breasts.  with all the strain and stretching on my back, neck, and shoulders, it is nice to wear a supportive, covering bra that’s cute and comfy!  fucking expensive?  yes, but worth every penny.

top five books i’ve read since being out of school

in order:

1. pride and prejudice– jane austen
2. (not fair, but i’m doing it anyway. this is my list damn it!) the lord of the rings series– j.r.r. tolkien

3. savage beauty– nancy milford
4. high fidelity– nick hornby

5. chronicles volume one– bob dylan

top five concert goers/ behaviors/ activities i hate

in no particular order:

1.  clapping.

clapping at shows is the bane of my existance.  i mean, unless the band specifically motions for you to clap along, don’t do it.  even if the band does, i still don’t clap, but then at least i can understand it coming from others.  no offense, brah, but after downing five rolling rocks in the parking lot and three molsons inside, your drunk ass is not, nor will it ever be, as good as the actual rythym section.  stop now.

2.   people who scream the lyrics to a song

yes, girl in the gauzy shirt that was at the keller williams show i attended tonight, yes.  i paid $23 to hear you shout yourself hoarse to “alligator alley” while slushing a wine cooler around.  yes, please “sing” louder.  no, louder.  almost.  okay, there it is.  i get it, you love the music and want/need to show your true fandom.  do that by growing dreads instead or something.

3.  glowsticks

they hurt when they hit you.  this one should be a no brainer.

4.  people who are too fucked up

you know the kind.  they are always standing immediately adjacent to you.  they flail their arms with no rhyme or reason, stumble-dance, spill their drink on you, or for the very unfortunate, they puke on you.

5.  those who have no respect for quiet parts of songs

now that i think about it, all of these pet peeves of mine could probably be displayed by the same person in a matter of a couple seconds.  it’s quiet.  it’s a pause.  it’s lovely.  it is not  an invitation for you to “WOOOOOO” as loud as you can or shout “I LOVE YOOOOOU TREEEEEEEEEEYYYYY!” as if you were speaking to someone thousands of miles away.  it is not your cue to scream as if you were being mugged in a dark alley.  silence:  learn it, love it, live it.