Some housekeeping....

Okay, so I didn't ever want to do this but I have reached my limit. If you still read this, you will most definitely know who you are. I will exclude your name from the post...I suppose that is chicken-shit of me in an attempt to spare your feelings. But here goes:

You need to find your own interests, friends, and personality. It is rather sad and pathetic how you parade around with this new "you" that is exactly like me over the summer. Some might say that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, but honestly, this is fucking creepy. I kept quiet when I saw you gradually having more and more friends in common with me on Facebook after we broke up AND I kept quiet when I saw you messaging my ROOMMATE and becoming her Facebook friend several months after we broke up. But participating in Mizzou events in which I would most likely participate? Christ, you don't even go to school here...let alone have the ability to write a monologue!

I have done my best to actively avoid you, which has meant giving up everything I used to do (since you began frequenting every establishment I did over the summer). Really, its fine because those were single-people things and I am happily involved, however, it is still obnoxious. Also, there is a code about fucking the person that was your ex-girlfriend's rebound from you...usually it isn't a good idea.

I don't hate you, think badly of you, or wish any ill fortune on you. All I really want is for you to recognize some basic boundaries of social interaction. Think about the spaces that were so clearly ones where I was independent of you. The ones I had when I was escaping you. You need to find yourself, not me.

What the hell is wrong with you, America?

I read this article in the Times today. If you are too lazy to click on the link then here is some motivation:

"Even when they are on vacation, the Schneider family seeks out the nearest Costco to gas up their rental car, grab a familiar lunch and browse for local specialties to bring back home. They have bought cases of chocolate-covered macadamia nuts from a Costco in Hawaii, gallon-sized salsa in Tucson, Ariz., and a crate of ruby red grapefruits in Marina del Rey, Calif."

Who does this? I like "things," but seriously, this is out of hand, America. It is unsettling that people can buy food and television in the same location. Shame on you membership fee driven discount warehouses.

This is the song I want played at my funeral

Rip it up!

New Blog!

I'm Blogging! Like Gangbusters! has changed. I did the blog links on the side from memory, so if I forgot you let me know.

i love this town

Today, I ventured out into the icy streets to do a bit of shopping. I purchased a pair of large headphones, composition notebooks, and pens. More importantly, here was the scene I witnessed in the school supplies aisle at the old Super Wal*Mart:
A young grandmother yelling at her four ill-behaved grandchildren while eating out of a giant bucket of fried chicken. I believe she was on one of the legs when I saw her.

First day of classes tomorrow!

First Post of '07...God I'm Lazy

After a long hiatus, I have decided to return to blogging! Like Gangbusters!

I am entering my last semester at Mizzou. Time to make some actual decisions, I suppose. I know I want to go to grad school, but I think I should take some time to pursue all of my funding options. Hopefully, I will be able to find a job with the University in the meantime.

The break from school was on fire. I got to hang out with my boys and family. Scoville, Michael and I went to Missie B's in Kansas City AND IT WAS KARAOKE NIGHT! In my drunken state, I got up and sang "Total Eclipse of the Heart." I was rooted by several gay men holding lighters and the shirtless "cowboy" who ran the karaoke machine joined in. It was a night of magic!

I went to St. Louis with Claire and met her parents and little sister. I was pretty nervous considering I had never really thought of myself as the type you bring home.Ah...times they are a changing I guess (sorry about the cliche). I also met her friends from home at a Thai restaurant called the King and I. The food was outstanding. The second night we went to Claire's best friend, Michelle's sushi party. The food and company were both exceptional.

The next night we had dinner with her parents, sister, and brother. Oh, Paul. We were treated to stories about homemade kefir giving him euphoric highs and smoking sage. He was generous enough to open up his home to us to watch Talledega Nights and show us his homemade mushroom tea!

Also it was the fete de roi, a French holiday celebrating the arrival of the kings at Jesus' birth. Claire, her mother and I made a gallette to mark the occasion. Her father deemed it "alright."
He found the little figurine in the cake, so he was king for a day.

I came back to Columbia and exchanged gifts with my homegurl Julia. You'll never guess what I got! A BEDAZZLER! If you want your intitials on a the back of your jeans, let me know I can hook you up. I can Bedazzle ANYTHING! ANYTHING you want! On the car ride to Addison's, Julia, Jon, Claire and I listened to the new Thermals CD. I love it! Thanks Jon and Julia!

Claire and I headed to KC shortly after to hang out with my mom, Jerry, and Austin. We mostly shopped and drove around the city. I took Claire to the Nelson...can't wait for those underground galleries to open. Moms treated us to a delicious lunch at Andre's! I love their tasty little confections.

We also went to Legends, the overwhelmingly large shopping center in Kansas. I got a new pair of kicks at the Converse store for $20! They are distressed slip-ons. Sadly, they didn't have the yellow hi-tops I have been seeking for months. We were hungry after shoe shopping for two hours, so we went to a dinosaur themed resataurant called T-Rex. Jodie met us there and we were the only table without young children. Claire was in dinosaur heaven. Mmmm overpriced meals and screaming kids...a dream of dreams.

I am glad to be back in Columbia, in spite of the ice storm.

I am nervous about the new semester. It is my last, but I feel like I am losing my edge or something. I feel less creative, jaded, and a bit like I am going to fall on my face. I probably just need to get back into the swing of things.

My New Year's resolution: Quit freebasing.