That’s right, don’t even think about bringing your sunny side up eggs, taylor ham, bacon, and two slices of toast in this cab.
Don’t know why, but I found this sticker inside a Philadelphia cab hysterical. I mean really, who brings a full continental breakfast inside a cab with them, complete on a ceramic white plate?
Summer is fantastic. I have one class right now, Discovery of Adulthood in British & American Fiction, and come July 30th (which I have highlighted and stickered on my calendar), I’m done with school forever.
Recently photographed The July Week. Great group of guys. They’ll be on tour all summer with The Scenic (Victory Records), Lannen Fall, and the former guitarist of Mayday Parade’s new project, Go Radio, before hopping on the Warped Tour. I’ll have those photos up soon.
Yay summer!
Wow Arcadia University. Sim City 2000’s guide book? In the library?
I’m actually in class right now, but when I saw this sitting on the bookshelves in the library, I had to take a picture and share it. It’s great to know my tuition funds are going to good use, like maintaining a library that has gaming books from 1993.
Maybe next week I’ll swing by and take out a copy of the Echo The Dolphin walkthrough. Seriously, WTF.
My roomie Rowan and I saw this beautiful sign about three blocks down from our house. It made us overly happy, a result of being incredibly drunk, and we may have broken into a mini-dance party in the streets.
There she sits, in our patio, waiting to be used. We’re probably just going to use charcoal in it, since we don’t, you know, want to get exploded.
Yes, I know. You’ve noticed the crushed beer cans and cigarette butts all over the floor. Heather turned 21 last week, and this past weekend, I threw quite the party for her. Photos from that will be up shortly. In the meantime, I’ve got some cleaning to do.
Free BBQ!
With Spring semester finished, I’m finding myself with an incredible amount of free time. There is only so much time I can devote to sitting in cafes writing, so I often end up laying in bed, watching a movie on my laptop.
All of my friends and co-workers know my love for terrible movies. I’m talking straight up horrible, critically panned films. They make me laugh and feel better about myself… but afterwards, I usually realize I’ve wasted two hours of my life that I could have used to read, write some more, or play with my chinchilla.
As a result, I’ve given myself a new personal rule. Every time I watch a terrible movie on purpose I’ll have to purchase a new classical book that I haven’t read, or haven’t read since I was in high school. This rule doesn’t count if I thought the movie was going to be good, and it turned out being awful, such as The Golden Compass.
I only started doing this to myself two weeks ago, and here’s the movie watched / book purchased list so far.
Skinwalkers / The Picture of Dorian Grey by Oscar Wilde
Timeline / The Red Badge of Courage by Stephen Crane
PS I Love You / Les Miserables by Victor Hugo
Doomsday / The Wasteland & Other Writings by T.S Eliot
10,000 BC / The Last of the Mohicans by James Fenimore Cooper
I’m hooked on picking up Borders’ editions of classic books, especially because they look so nice sitting on the bookshelf.
Heather’s birthday party is coming up. Heather and I will be watching Diary of the Dead and Zombie Strippers during the course of the weekend to celebrate, since she’s seen almost every single zombie movie… except these two recent ones.
I wonder, what two books will I buy after that.
So I’ve been working on my book for two years now. It’s done, but right now I’m editing it, adding pieces here and there, really trying to flesh out some of the more shallow points in the story. I’m also working on creating a better ending. I recently caved and let a few friends (thanks Glen & Helen!) read it, and I’ve been getting some positive feedback.
However, I just caught this.
Here’s the scene towards the end of the book. One of the main characters, the love interest, Hannah, is leaving to go back home to her beloved state. The lead character chases after her bus, yelling for her not to leave in a super cute and highly (but purposely) cliche moment. He screams.
“Don’t go back to Montana, Hannah!”
… FUCK!
Seriously, did I really go two years working on this story, and not realize this?
Alexis: “find–>replace
You sure said it Lexie.
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