Late Post

So, posting! All right! I'm at work right now, and I've gone through my normal repetoire of websites designed to kill time. What's new in life?

I'm going down to DC again this weekend, which is great because Travis is still house- and cat-sitting. Oh, cats! He works on Saturday and Sunday so I'll take the opportunity to go to the thrift store, grocery store, or some museum if I have time. I still have pictures from last time I went down there (I'm embarrassed that I haven't put up the pictures yet, but they're on my other laptop). And hooray, it's Friday!

Now I'm on the bus, and the internet works, and all is right with the world.

I hate how these Eastern Travel buses, as opposed to the Bolt Buses, have so little room in between seats. It means that I have little chicken arms trying to type and it looks and feels weird. I wish I could sleep for a while but then I would be up for hours trying to badger Travis into interacting with me when he just wants to go to BED, blast it all, and then nobody's happy.

Another perk of his house-sitting, besides the cats, is this guy's very extensive music collection. I am trying to make up for not listening to Radiohead with Suzy back in 8th grade as well as a ton of other assuredly quality artists.

Oh, yesterday Suzy (not Radiohead Suzy, but new neighbor Suzy) and I went to Blockheads, which is right around the corner and has tasty Mexican food and $3 margaritas all day, every day. I got one of the frozen ones with the tasty salt and extra limes, and we split a quesadilla, and then I ordered another one because the first one was just so good. The waiter was adorable and fun and then he told us that he'd bring us yet another round of margaritas on the house because we liked the first and second ones so much, I suppose. However, at this point I was so full and margarita'd out that I had to give it away because the bouncer wouldn't let me carry it a half block back to my apartment. I really hope the waiter didn't see and get cranky that we refused his present.

I really did just want to stop him and be like, "hey waiter! I live right here, do you want to hang out some time?" But then I figured that this was his job, and I would be like one of those creepy guys at the gentleman's clubs that construct these imaginary relationships with the strippers and ask them out all the time. Now I don't know what to do, except to go back and have more of those delicious drinks.

The other day, I was washing some of the dishes in the sink and saw something skitter across the floor and I just froze for a second, because the skittering could only mean rodents or cockroaches, neither desirable. I turned around and watched for a few moments and then a mouse ran from the fridge to the bookshelf around the corner. So, great. We have mice. Daniel mentioned this to Rob when he spoke with him yesterday so hopefully this problem will be fixed in humane and tidy ways. Because, man, I would live with mice eating my food before I would live with mice on glue traps behind my fridge.

What is it about my living conditions that invites insects and vermin? I didn't deal with this squalor back in State College, ever.

Now I know people would rather look at pretty things than read these bored tirades, so here are some OLD SKOOL pictures. And by old skool, I totally mean it - these are like, three years old and have never before been featured at Nacho Day.

Enjoy.


I remember this faintly. I was in some boba tea place that shut down (I think it was called Bobalicious, and it was indeed) and this one guy was playing chess and I won against him.



You know, the 'aquariums' thing bothered me for awhile but I did like having this around. I miss Schubert and Schu II.























This is one of my favorite pictures and was my desktop background for quite awhile.











































Now, this is Ted. Ted was a free pumpkin that I picked up from LateNight my freshman year and didn't really want so Bartley and I placed him on a ledge overlooking one of the main streets on a parking garage. This is him a few weeks later.

He got pretty nasty and deformed.










Then the snows set in. Eventually he blew off the ledge and landed on one of the roofs that covered an entryway. Who knows... he could still be there.




Waiting for the Blue Loop one day, I noticed an unusual frequency of Hondas. I felt that I needed to take a commemorative photo, I suppose.