7 posts tagged “the boyfriend”
It's raining again. It seems like whenever it rains I post. Funny, that.
The apartment is almost set up entirely how I want it. Still need to reconfigure the desk and figure out what to do with the spare TV. It's still woefully taking up our sitting area. It's a table, I swear.
I keep having to remind the boyfriend to throw his garbage away into the garbage cans and not leave them just sitting there. Ugh. No matter how old they get, boys are always still little children in some aspects.
I've been getting worried about money lately. It's a tad ridiculous but I've felt like I've been spending as if it were water. Inflation is such a bitch. I swear, all the diners have already updated their menus so everything is $0.25-0.50 more expensive. It doesn't seem like much, but it adds up. I'm exit-polling on Saturday so that should be at least $50 bucks, hopefully closer to $100 though.
I dropped out of my playwriting class. I decided that the screenplay I'm working on is too important to let myself be distracted by theater. We all know what happens when I let theater into my life. I just can't do it. I need as much time for the screenplay, the rest of my homework, and finding a job as possible. I solemnly swear to not let theater take over my life this semester. Amen.
There was pretty good turn out, even if we did bring a large portion of the crowd. It was just unfortunate that front man Chris was incredibly drunk, which was off putting. Luke was a little bummed out afterward because he felt like the band wasn't doing justice to his songs. And it didn't help that Chris demanded everyone stand up in a very low key sit down venue. Venue faux pas if I've ever seen one.
Which is why a lot of my pictures of the actual set didn't turn out very well. But I did get some great shots of the venue itself and all the weird and neat stuff. I kinda of wish I lived closer to Bushwick in general so I could hang out there more. It's really neat, though the musical talent that usually performs is not exactly Bowery material. It was neat and interesting, but no record deals were earned, if you know what I mean.
Around the Clock afterward was nice, though we had to ditch Chris' entourage. He's a bit of an egomaniac sometimes. I still love him to death as a friend, but sometimes he just needs to chill out and learn the time and the place for his egoism. Which certainly shouldn't be drunkenly screaming another man's lyrics.
It's colder than Paul Newman's vagina out there.
Indeed, that is how the show started...with David Wain declaring just how cold it was last night. It was, in fact, colder than Paul Newman's vagina. But that's beyond the point.
I thought Michael Ian Black's set was much better than Michael Showalter's, but so many assholes left right after Mikey Sho. Lame. The highlight of Showalter's bit was when he admitted to liking Creed and dancing around to "Arms Wide Open." I'll admit that was pretty funny, and while I laughing all throughout his set, I much preferred Michael Ian.
Michael Ian gave us such nuggets as "Your asshole is gravy mittens!" and "Now stop me if I'm wrong here, but NO YOU FUCKING DICKWAD!" to another NYU student. Good. This fucker was trying to argue that English was a romance language. I go to school with a lot of stupid people.
Luke and I had a good time, followed by ziti pizza.
PS, Paul Rudd invaded and performed a song from Les Miserables in the middle with David Wain. It was pretty sweet.
I've been a busy busy girl. Between searching for a job, class, and tending to The Boyfriend and The Friends, I've had no time left over. I'm tired all the time but I wouldn't change that for the world.
I've been drinking a lot of coffee lately, more than usual. And I took the redeye to Chicago this morning. My mother wants me to look after the dog over the long weekend. I suppose this is better. Instead of spending the weekend working on getting smashed like a large portion of my friends will, I will be working on writing.
My goal is to have 40-50 pages of my screenplay written by Monday. I think I can do it.
The dog is lovely, and I am tired.
So my birthday was two months ago, but for some reason, this year the whole getting stuff/eating cake is happening now. I don't know why, it just worked out like that.
Yesturday I recieved The Boyfriend's gift from the beautiful creature featured at left. That would be Seth Quankmeyer Faergolzia Herbert, the front man of my favorite band ever: Dufus. The Boyfriend got me Funderwear, Seth tacked on a poster, another copy of Ball of Design, a sticker, a postcard, and a ridiculously adorable note written in red marker.
This earns Seth the title of "Favorite Person of the Year" from me.
The Boyfriend wasn't the only one who had trouble getting me gifties (though in his defense, it wasn't it fault). My parents took a long ass time, too. But I don't mind on either of the fronts.
Though what my parents got me is wicked cool. As soon as it's delivered later this week, I'll be the proud owner of a brand new Canon PowerShot Pro S3. It's about time. My old digital camera was broken within a month because my roommate broke it three years ago. My mother refused to concede it was broken until this summer, way after the warranty, and way after the camera was past its prime. My parents still don't quite get why I wanted a professional grade clunker when they more that offered and pushed me to get one of those little dinky shitfuck cameras. Oi.
And there was chocolate cake to be had over the weekend, too.
What's the one CD that will totally remind you of the Summer of 2006?
Ah music...that little thing that keeps me going.
If I had to pick right right right now, it would be Ponyoak. You see, way back the many weeks ago (okay, two) when I was in Tucson visiting the boyfriend, I stole this CD from him. And it's pretty bad ass, you know? And that's how my summers are: Bad. Ass.
Plus, the music itself reminds me a bit of said boyfriend. At times, my boyfriend and Graham Smith sound very similar, and their music sometimes sounds very similar, and the whole thing just wreaks of Chicago trying to be Tucson, which this entire summer has pretty much been about.
Sometimes...I have a one track mind.
