Posts Tagged ‘long island’

On the road (and water) again…

January 21, 2009

So I’m going to Connecticut again tomorrow. Joy. That means a forty-five minute ride with the mom and grandma to the ferry, an hour-and-a-half-long ferry ride, and another like, hour of driving again on the other side. So that’s… like four hours (yay for math!) of traveling with a couple of old people. Shoot. Me. Now.

By the way, what’s up with peanut butter having salmonella these days? Totally uncool.

I watched the season premier of Lie To Me this evening, and I really enjoyed it. I’m still gunna give it a few more episodes before I decide whether I should become pathologically obsessed with it or not.

I’ve also decided to start posting some funny snippets of my MSN conversations. Because… they’re funny. Ostensibly. 

Elise asked me to design a tattoo for her today. Instead I got side tracked and got kinda carried away working on a completely unrelated piece that I call “A Dull Idea” (as opposed to a bright idea, haha, get it? Ha.. ha. Or not.), depicted below:

a dull idea

I can’t believe how the United States of America has a new president, and all people seem to talk about are Michelle’s fashion and Barack’s little vow-mixup. Actually, I can.

Our plane leaves Friday night, but I still don’t know when we actually arrive. But what I do know is that when we land in Schiphol, we have like, a half-day layover. You know what that means… some intense shopping for recreational drugs Dutch licorice! Woo, party!

Oh, the other day, I was standing in line at a bookstore, and at the counter I saw this bucket full of cute little buttons (or pins, or flair, or whatever they’re called) with authors’ names on them. I was looking for an Augusten Burroughs button, but to no avail. The closest match was David Sedaris. So naturally, I bought it. And then I was struck with an overwhelming passion to begin collecting buttons. I even bought a cute bag to use as my canvas. But I don’t wanna be one of those collectors who like, buys things in bulk and pretends they were actually collected. Because that’s lame. I want each button to have some sort of story, no matter how small. So it could be, “Oh, Ma found that button buried in the sand at the beach and then brought it to a professional button-polisher, who told her that it was extremely valuable and rare, and restored it back to its original luster and then she gave it to me in a champagne glass on my wedding night,”  or simply, “Ten gave it to me.” Basically, I’m trying to hint at you people to get me flair.

Oh my gosh, and I listened to that America song by Will.I.Am that’s got like, Seal and Faith Hill and Bono in it? Yeah, not so much a fan. I actually bled from the ears a little bit. I totally prefer the Donque Song.

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Inauguration babble in the background

January 19, 2009

snowyYup, so I’m in Long Island now. The ferry ride yesterday ended up being way calmer than I expected and I only puked seventeen times! Hooray! And when we landed (or whatever the term is for when boats reach their destination), we were welcomed with extremely warm weather. As in, above-freezing temperatures! I rejoiced in the parking lot. With my homeless friend Steve. We smoked some crack together and sang around a bonfire of the good ol’ times before the recession. *reminisces* 

The drive to my grandma’s house was kind of horrible though. Because we were on a winding country road with inadequate street lighting, constantly on the lookout for psycho deer that could pop out of the forest at any given moment, completely unannounced and unwelcome. It was also snowing, and although it was only like six something in the evening, the place was deserted. There wasn’t a single car on the road. Not even those creepy snowplow guys. Which made the whole setting really eerie. Especially since the only working radio station* was playing like, acid jazz with weird, trippy, ambient noises thrown in. Super creepy. 

I still have a headache. Not the same one from yesterday, but a new one of slightly greater magnitude. Oh, AND, I woke up this morning with my hands and forearms killing me. Because of my mad shoveling skills, yo. Holla.

I think I’m going to make some coleslaw and prep myself for House. It’s coming on later, but I also need to shower and stalk people on facebook and do something about my headache first. Peace homies!

 

*No Bassam, I do not have an iPod or even an mp3 player. I’m simply not that rich cool.


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