Explain angsty to me.

I had to buy a new toothbrush today. Not the most exciting part of my day, but when you accidentally drop one out of your mouth and into the toilet it's time to get a new one. This isn't first time something like this has happened to me either; a month or so ago I knocked my contact container into the flushing toilet by accident. There's something about my bathroom that I tend to knock everything off of the counter top if I move to fast and it all falls into the toilet. Anyways the point of this rambling and slightly disgusting story is that when I went to buy a toothbrush I found out that one of my best friends had gone to Maryland and never mentioned it to me. Like seriously, who goes on a trip without telling anyone?

While out running errands I ventured into Barnes and Noble's. I find something appealing and relaxing about walking through the aisles of books and finding something new to read. I particularly like to crack open a new book and smell the page. It's weird, I realize, but the scent of new ink waiting to be read is pleasing and Romantic. It's possibly the only time I will let myself be compared to young Werther and his obsession with art and learning. I really wanted to buy several books, but with rent coming up and several bills looming over my head I have to put the titles on the back burner for a time when I have more money. I spent awhile glossing over Annie Dillard's An American Childhood, which I have put on my list to read after I get through the new Jeffrey Eugenides book I got for Christmas.

I need more beer. I've run out and the beer has been fueling this post and until I get some more I'm going to have to end it here. More on the trip to Vermont and why I should become an auto mechanic in the upcoming days.

I have no idea what you just wrote.

So this evening when I got into the elevator I was greeted by a cute Asian chick and on the floor below a girl in a puffy jacket with a ski resort brochure got in with us. It was a motley mix of us: Asian hipster, Miss Nordica, and me, a burnt out writer with a bottle of Tanqueray 10. Premium, I only drink the best. It was about as close to Hank as I will ever get. A bottle in hand, writer's block from a Shakespeare final in which I incorporated Rambo, on my way out to find some sort of perverse version of sex that only Hank would enjoy (the last part is a bit of an exaggeration, just the mostly regular sex for me).

I found what I was looking for though...


Last night I went to see The Joy Formidable with my friend Other John (not my Hebrew Friend). Ever since I found out that Lance has been consistently reading this I've had to clarify more about things. Of course he always takes everything on here with multiple grains of salt so I don't worry too much about it. The show was an intimate one at the Northstar Bar in the city. We drove around the block multiple times looking for parking and after many stares from various people we found a spot. The wait in line to get in wasn't too bad, we spent most of it reminiscing about Borders life. Inside was a small space with the concert venue on one side of the building and the bar on the other. I still have the "copy" stamp I got on my wrist from getting into the bar. I ordered a Mad Elf beer for $9. It came in a wine glass, excuse me a chalice as Porch Beers corrected me before we had an Anchorman moment. It was still the same wine glass that we use at Buca, so it was a wine glass to me.

The show was amazing. Only The Joy Formidable played and it was a single set, no longer than an hour. They of course play Abacus and ended with my personal favorite The Whirring. The whole show was a benefit for Toys for Tots so the stage was decorated with $1,000 worth of toys the band had gone out and bought for the charity.

I had an amazing time last night, but not as good as it's going to get tonight. 

Have you ever been in a Turkish prison?

It's that special time of the month again. That magical week that is only seen in December and then again in early May, finals week. I've spent the past month finishing papers and completing final projects and I am wiped. I mean completely spent and I still have three more finals, a portfolio, and a case of beer to get through. I keep telling myself all I have to do is get through all of Thursday and then I can "do stuff", rest up on Friday, and then be fully prepared for the Holy War on Saturday.

Today started off with a bang! A 9am literary background exam in which I had to write three essays by hand in those wonderful blue booklets. I had two hours to complete my final and I spent the first twenty minutes of it picking at my split ends and wondering if I would actually sleep in my own bed tonight (I am because Ritzy wore me out). Once I got my brain in order I worked past the hand cramps and knocked out three more than decent essays and still had fifteen minutes left to spare. Everyone told Patti to have a nice break, but all I got out of him was a "See you on Thursday." Having the same teacher for multiple classes can have it's drawbacks. After leaving my final I went over to my office job and stuffed envelopes for a few hours so that my bosses would remember that I still worked for them.

Even after envelope stuffing I was still home before 1pm and so I decided to take a nap. I put on Airplane! and tried to close my eyes in between scenes. Nap time was only a mild success so I decided to clean my apartment (something I've desperately needed to do for a while). I cleaned the shit out of half of my living space. And I mean cleaned. I mopped and you really have to get in a vacuum and dust stuff before you run a mop over cheap hardwood floors. I have one more room to clean before I allow anyone to come through the door, but I have most of tomorrow to do it before I go into my Shakespeare final.