Florence And The Machine. I can't get this song out of my head, it's like being one of those drippy sixteen year olds all of the time.

Happiness hit her like a train on a track
Coming towards her stuck still no turning back
She hid around corners and she hid under beds
She killed it with kisses and from it she fled
With every bubble she sank with her drink
And washed it away down the kitchen sink

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
The horses are coming
So you better run

Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father
Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers
Leave all your love and your longing behind
You cant carry it with you if you want to survive

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
Can you hear the horses?
Because here they come

And I never wanted anything from you
Except everything you had and what was left after that too, oh
Happiness hit her like a bullet in the head
Struck from a great height by someone who should know better than that

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
Can you hear the horses?
Because here they come

Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father
Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers
Leave all your loving, your loving behind
You cant carry it with you if you want to survive

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
Can you hear the horses?
Because here they come

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
The horses are coming
So you better run 

A short one.

Today I had a reader demand that I write something today. I got a text saying: "write something new." It actually made me laugh out loud and if it had been anyone else I would have said go fuck yourself, but since it was from a good friend of mine I started thinking about some things that I should write about. It's true though, I haven't written since this weekend and it's certainly not because I didn't have anything to write about. I've just sort of had things creep up on me that needed to be tended to before I could write. I'm still hacking away and hopefully by Saturday I will be mostly caught up. At least I don't have the Praxis II like some people. You know how some people are just inherently good at teaching? Well I'm not. I'm also not inherently good at nurturing according to CharChar. Sorry if I still believe in the Not My Kid, Not My Problem policy. I do love My Little Ball of Laugh, there's certainly no other small child I would carry up Chestnut Hill without any chocolate schnecken.

Last week Professor Darlington came into my journalism class to talk about blogging because as part of the class we have to create our own group blogs. Darlington writes a cheese blog called Madame Fromage. It's a well-known blog in the food world and it's actually very interesting even if you don't know a thing about cheese. Food blog are some of the best and fastest growing blogs out there. Look at Vaynerchuk, the guy is brilliant. Except for the whole NY Jets thing. Her blog talk reminded me about how it's good to have some regular features if you aren't going to have a themed blog. On my tumblr I used to do pieces about books on a weekly basis. Sometimes I would even do movies or music. I think I'm going to move some of that to this blog, especially since I've been reading more. It's definitely been a slow writing week for me, but I hope that after this hectic weekend I should be back to more regular writing. Also if anyone wants to get drinks Friday call me. I'm going to need some after Deadman's Cellphone. 

Valentines and a birthday.

It's Valentine's Day, the second prettiest holiday of the year. I was woken this morning by texts from my parents and later a long one from my mother asking if I had gotten the stuff she sent me and then me explaining that the mail doesn't come until later in the afternoon and that I wouldn't be able to get it until after my evening class. I love their holiday packages. Lance always sends a large confectionary package and my mom sends cards. I keep all of their cards. They are in boxes around the apartment and in stacks on my dresser. Cards are possibly the only thing that I keep over time.

Today it is also Marg's 21st birthday! Yay the baby is finally a grownup and the last of my friends is finally old enough to go to El Vez for tacos and endless margs. It's been a long six months, but now we can be together again. I spent yesterday getting cards and chocolates for her and my friends. I love picking out pretty cards and giving them to all of mt friends. Marg got a whole stack because there were way too many that I couldn't resist. She's also getting a pink Domo doll from work when we go out later. I have to use up a gift card so I'm going to spend it on her and because I have to drop something off at work for a friend and she'll be the one driving the car.

I also went to Wine and Spirits this morning, City Ave's ghetto-ey liquor store. It's really the only place closest to me that was open this morning, but Willa Cather says that everything on City Ave is ghetto-ey so I really didn't have any choice. It was me and a bunch of old men perusing the ailes for libations and thank god for sales because I walked out of there with several bottles of wine and only spent $20. And I didn't get white zinfandel. I did get chick wines but today is too nice a day for sugary crap. I think if I had gotten it Kate would have known and sent Batman down to beat me up. At work we are wine snobs. Can't help it, there's just too manyy good ones in the closet. Being a wine snob is kind of like being a gin snob, but I used to live in Stowe and that's basically what anyone is, unless you're Lance and then you just don't give a fuck. Speaking of Lance, two weeks until Key West.

Jumping around.

Grrr I have so much energy right now it's unbelievable. It's like when I listen to a hockey mix before a skating competition, that's how crazy my energy level is right now. And it really has me wanting to go skating right now. I called down to Penn yesterday so skating is definitely on for Tuesday morning. How many people in Philadelphia actually skate? Instead of skating right now I'm trying to channel my energy into writing something but I'm getting distracted by watching music videos on youtube and whenever I find one that I really like I start singing (poorly) and get up on my bed and dance around (really glad I didn't bring a guy home or that I have a roommate right now). It's good fun and I should do it more often. These are some of my favorites of the evening:

Moneygrabber by Fitz & The Tantrums. OMG I LOVE THIS SONG. And the video too. There is just something awesome about a skinny white guy singing soul rock in a blue and red themed silhouette video that makes me want to get up and jump on my bed. 

Shake Me Down by Cage the Elephant. Great song, creepy video. Though I will admit that I cry at the end. At first I reminds me of the pedophile shelter that Elizabeth Smart was kept in, but once you get through the video things start to make sense and after watching it two or three times, it's actually pretty cool.

A Silent Film's You Will Leave a Mark. Yonni Bananas was the first one to show me the video since I no longer have access to MTV at two in the morning. Love this song. 

Impossible by Anberlin. Lame video but really great song. 

Tighten Up by The Black Keys. It's funny that this group has been around for ten years and are only now hitting it big. What a fickle business the music industry is. The best part of this video is the little in the ray ban glasses singing with the deep adult voice. Awesome. It's also a throwback to Thursday mornings driving to Penn in 802. 

MY FAVORITE MUSICAL MEMORY IN A LONG TIME. Matt & Kim's Daylight. The Bacardi commercial is one of my favorites but seeing this band with Ginger Dan is one of my favorite memories in my entire life. Damn you cherry popsicle!

So this is cool.

February has certainly been my writing month. I think I'm trying to get it all in before I decide to go on hiatus. Usually happens in the summer months when I get super busy with work. Last summer I sat in front of a computer screen inputing course numbers into a spread sheet all day. By the time I was finished I couldn't write even if I had wanted to. This summer I may just power through, especially if I end up with a job that keeps be away from a computer. I should just go home and work for a landscaping company or a gardening service. If I did that I could waitress at the Hob Knob a few nights a week and spend the rest of the time on the boat. By then Kate and Batman will have had their mocha baby and I can play with it in the kitchen when the dining room is slow. I'm super excited for this kid to be born and I can stop having sympathy food cravings when I work with Kate. Though let's face it, I have the tastebuds of a pregnant woman all of the time. I'll probably end up with a normal palet when I pop my own out. Shames. Of course I would have to share the boat with Samantha, but we all know who Lance's favorite is. Get your boating license bitch.

Right now I am slated to spend the summer in Philadelphia agian. Hopefully my last. I have to take Western Civ II before it goes extinct and maybe a theorlogy or English class. Maybe both. I haven't decided if I want to go after a theology minor yet, but if I do I have to start it this summer. It only means three more religion courses above a certain level which is no problem, I just need to make sure I have enough room with my new major requirements. I do enjoy the summer in the city. It is much more warmer and sunnier than in Vermont and now that I have Twila I can make the trip out to Sea Side and Toms River. A weekend in the park sounds nice with all of the cold weather I have been experiencing in Philadelphia. Of course it's nothing like Vermont right now. I swear Lance is counting down to the seconds when we can leave for the Keys.

I had hockey this morning and Norberg was there. Love Norberg. Apparently so does every other female on campus. I mentioned my love of him in my Sophomore Seminar class and the professor said that the department had been hoping that the Norberg craze had died down. Apparently she hasn't been seeing the long line of girls that are outside of his office during every single one of his office hours. Anyways hockey has been improving. The girls have gotten the hang of skating and holding their sticks. Puck handling has been improving for everyone. Captain has been trying to get the girls to go to an open hockey time at the Skatium and if it's during a night when I'm not at Borders or if I can go afterwards, I'll join them. I also want to get in some freestyle time before Penn closes for the season. Their website and the skate board at the rink say conflicting things so I'm going to have to call down there when I get a chance. Hopefully it's the website that's right because I can only go Tuesday mornings before classes.

Not tired, not good.

So I finished season six of Weeds, got my homework done, made dinner, watched miscellaneous episodes of television that I need to catch up on and am now watching the latest episode of Californication. I've said it before and I'll say it again, I love Showtime. I also love that I'm going to Key West on spring break and when I come home Nurse Jackie will be starting a week or two later.

Key West, I can't wait. It's been a while since I've been all warm inside and out and I am willing to trade my mother's drippy and nostalgic stories about my parent's time in the Conch Republic for that feeling again. I'm even thinking about getting a real bathing suit this time, body image be damned. It's time for me to get tan again like when I was twelve and live in the sun for a summer. I've also been working out and so I figure I can ride the endorphins for a while and won't even notice if I look like a fat ass next to Samantha. I just want to be tan again and not look like Snow White's sickly sister in bed. Either that or I need to go back to having sex with really pale guys.

I did something stupid today. I got bored in theology (I know! Hot viking is boring! Who knew?!) and suffered from a little word vomit, or really texting vomit. Sorry about that, you know who you are if you still read this blog. Ignore it, it's over, I seem to right a lot of open apologies to you but whatever, let's talk about Weeds tomorrow instead of me.

This is nuts I should be asleep right now since I have to get up in five hours but I can't seem to get to sleep. I've been taking something for sleep, but I didn't do it tonight because I knew I would be able to get the required hours of sleep that the dosage requires. I do love those pills. My mother would say I'm on the fast track to addiction, I say that's the detriment of the gene pool she married into. 

Food and Moses.

I get paid this week. I'm so excited because it's been a while since I've had any sort of extra money in my pocket and with my bills paid, that's what I'm going to have. I don't really have a burning need for anything right now but I am going to get a few things for Marg's birthday and maybe keep some cash to go out with some friends this weekend. Maybe even do some extravagant grocery shopping and cook something different. I still have a lot of chicken in my freezer that I need to use up so I'll have to look up some creative recipes. I may even have some friends over to cook with. Cooking with/for people is way better than cooking alone and for one.

I made lunch at home today. Burt my stomach. Weird, but painful. I was making pasta because I needed something quick and when I was draining the pot I moved it in the wrong direction and the water splashed on me and now it looks like I have a strip of sunburn on my stomach.

Other than my lunch burn, today has been rather unexciting. I have other work in a little while and then my Israelite Religion class. It's taught by  doctorate student from Princeton. He's a seven foot ginger viking how dresses impeccably. I took a stealthy picture of him once with my phone and sent it to Marg and if he didn't live in New Jersey I'm sure I would have gotten a late night call to go stalk his house. Marg as a problem that I have not problem fueling usually because it leads me to a Wawa sandwich. After class I'll hit the gym and then head back home to finish homework and make dinner. I have hockey in the morning down at Penn and I told Lauren I'd pick her up.

A bunch of the blogs that I follow are written by girls that are months away from being married and every week there is something new that they post about their wedding plans. It made me think about how I want cake and how much cake I could eat cake during a cake tasting and so I think that I am going to ask my friend Prada to come along as my fiance and help me eat cake.