Been a long time since I rock and rolled

Ohio. What a state, at least I get to check it off my list of states I want to see (that list includes all 50 of them if you were wondering). This trip happened to be my first venture to the midwest, for the most part I've stuck to the east coast, and a few in the south(west) and west. The midwest is an interesting place. Our home base was Cleveland, which basically means it was where we spent most of our nights.

For some reason we all agreed that the best way to do this was to get to Ohio as quickly as possible. We stopped once in Snow Shoe, Pennsylvania and then once at a truck stop in Ohio. Let's just say this was an interesting experience. If you were so lucky to spend at least $100 on gas, you were entitled to a free shower. Yes, that's right, shower. We did spend nearly enough on gas that stop to get to partake in this reward system, however, there were plenty of people there who could easily spend that much.

Once arriving to Cleveland, after a grand total of 7.5 hours in the car, we got the genius idea to go see the Cleveland Indians play the Texas Rangers. Now I like baseball, but I like it when I can fall asleep on the couch, change channels for a bit, and, oh yeah, actually give a crap about the teams playing. None of those things were happening, so clearly I was bored at the game. Oh and it was 48 degrees that night.

The next day was our trip to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. I want to live there. Everything on display was fascinating and throughly enjoyable. I almost fell over when I got to see David Bowie's Think White Duke costume. It was rocking. I live for music like that and to see everything I've ever dreamed about was surreal. I wish I went with people who appreciated music more, but I'll save that for another post.

Oh yeah and downtown Cleveland? Totally creepy! It looked like the set of 28 Weeks Later. No one was there. Cleveland is always billed as a city, but with a population that only reaches a half million, there's nothing going on. Rush hour on a Friday night, I was dancing in the middle of the street with one car going by every 5 minutes or so. It was so weird.

Saturday night we hopped in the car and headed an hour north to Sandusky, Ohio, home to Cedar Point amusement park. Famous for it's roller coasters! It was awesome fun, like Disney but cleaner and no characters. I managed not to get burned or tan, so I was throughly happy. That night we went swimming in Lake Erie. What a fun time that was. If I didn't know better I would have thought I was in the ocean. It was just like Wildwood, little baby waves, freezing as hell, and you couldn't see your feet. Tons of fun but a little gross after a while.


Monday, if your confused Saturday we drove to Sandusky, Sunday we went to the park, we drove south to Canton where we visited the Pro Football Hall of Fame. That place was pretty sweet. I got to see the Vince Lombardi Trophy, I don't know if it was the real one (probably not), but its the closest I'll ever get to it. The Super Bowl Rings were on display, along with tons of old stuff from Knute's time. I had fun but everyone needed forever to look at everything, while I read everything rather quickly. Some of the newer stuff I stuck on longer, but the older stuff, I already knew thanks to DeSalvo's class. It was like a giant review to me.

Monday night we headed back to Cleveland, just in time to find tickets to the Indians versus the White Sox. Monday night, my feelings were still the same about baseball as they were Friday night.

All in all it was a fun trip.

Oh one last thing, one of the nights we were in Cleveland, I forget they really all started to blend together after a while, something funny happened. We were in search of food, but everything was shut down. At like 7:30 at night, bars were closing up! Finally we found this Irish pub, well as close Irish as you can get in Ohio. We were exhausted and silence as we were being seated by the hostess, when all of a sudden we heard a voice from the table over, "Oh god, they're New Yorkers!". Now, nothing had been said to the waitress but "thank you" from my mother who has no accent. My father, brother and I all have heavy NJ accents, but we were too tired and hungry to say anything, so we couldn't have given anything away. Our clothing was plain, my brother had an Indiana University tee shirt on, my father had on a Key West tee shirt, my mother had a plain black shirt on, and I had my Ramones tee shirt on, so nothing screamed NY/NJ. I want to know how the fuck she figured it out. What, NJ/NY has a distinct smell, smile, or look of exhaustion? The best part of the story, after 2 minutes of sitting next to us, we were still silent, she demanded her bill and promptly left. Geez, I guess she can't even stand to be near people from the area.

Whatever, now that I have serious cramps in my hand from typing, I'm going to relax with the herd.

Last night in Little Rock put me in a haze

Okay, so I started my job at AAA, again and I am quite cranky because of it. It is dull, uninteresting, and I am not learning anything. I would not be so upset if I was actually making decent money, but gas attendants make more than me. It blows.

I am exhausted from doing nothing at work, or it might be because I was up all night talking to Matt. Who knows really.

I plan on writing about my trip to Ohio either tomorrow night or sometime on Saturday. The pictures may be lame, but there are a few stories to share.


Now I have to go back and remove all the contractions.

And at the city bank we will meet accidentally...

Back from Ohio, more on that tomorrow when I have more time to write all about it. But I just wanted to blog about this first.

Does love at first sight really exist? I mean people see others and might be intrigued to talk to them, but is it any deeper than visual attraction? Who knows?


Debate, comment if you want.

Anarchy in the UK

Because I don't feel like writing about what's going on in my life, I'm going to write about something, someone told me. Now, I have no idea who said it, but I do remember being to tired to argue with them. This person was making a comment about the Sex Pistols, and how they are "nothing more than a boy band put together to cash in on the punk movement in England". To that person, I say this:

The Sex Pistols may be a boy band, they might make horrible music, and not actually understand anything they are singing about, but I really don't give a damn. If you were old enough to remember most of the 90's, and all of you are, you will remember this awesome phase that Lou Pearlman brought about, the boy bands. Sure it was boy band redux, but it still was something different for us 8 year old girls to scream about. The only problem was at 8, I was consumed with Bach, Beethoven, Mozart, and Pachelbel, I was a ballerina at the time and refused to really look outside the classics. Sure, I knew of the Backstreet Boys, N*SYNC, 98* and all that jazz, it was hard not to, they were akin to what Fergie is today. There was no getting around them, I just never really got into them. It was like I missed my chance at the boy band wagon. The 70's had the Sex Pistols, the 80's had New Kids On the Block, and the 90's had all those other bands, I just happened to latch on to the Sex Pistols. Honestly, would you really rather listen to pre-pubescent voices singing about "hangin' tough"? I didn't think so. Deal with the fact that I like the Sex Pistols, they are on my head phones, I don't force you to listen to them.

Good night!

Find a place where we escape

Old men have the biggest ears. Ever notice that? Next time you see an old man, not a woman, check out his ears. Pretty sure they are enormous!

Wilted and faded somewhere in hollywood...

Crawl into the darkness, amid the hopeless and forgotten.

Life comes back with a money back guarantee, with pages of fine print.

Let me sulk in my emotions, it's the only thing I know.

There's nothing like you and I

Another year has gone by, nothing has changed. I'm your best friend, your worst nightmare, your confidant, your shoulder, your cheerleader, your neigh sayer, your everything. I'm still the same person. And here I thought college meant change. I guess not.

Just for a moment I was back in school, and felt that old familar pain...

I'm a big believer in fate, just not the kind you see in movie. To me, it is the movies, and totally fake. However, today while moving back home, I witnessed first hand a cheesy, only seen in the movies type fate. Traffic on 18 was horrible, so my parents decided to cut through campus and get on to Route 1 on the other side. On our way over, my father decided to drive up Suydam Ave, right past my mother's old dorm, Jameson. As we drove by, he noticed the door was propped open and nobody was around. Stopping the car like we were in the movies, and the running across the street, my mother and I clamored to relive the best four years of her life. After wandering around the living room and basement, my mother took me upstairs to just look around. The place was fairly empty, since the dorms close 10am tomorrow, so no one seemed to mind that we were there. The build was beautiful, but it was hard to tell what anything looked like because it was just hallways. Finally we reached my mother's old room, 202. It was open. The only room in the entire building, the one we wanted to see, was open. It was the heavens wanted me to see what my mother's room was like. Sure, it was like every other dorm room, but just for a moment, my mother and I were both 18. We were giddy and happy, and life was perfect.

It was a great moment, something totally worth that half hour detour. I'm sure most of you think I'm crazy, but to me it was the world.

Every step you take

So update time:
I've seen Iron Man now twice, awesome movie.

I use to be on the weight team in high school, so when Brent informed me that I hit like a dude, I was neither shocked nor insulted.

I was studying for my Psych exam until something I read made me want to blog. And it is a quote from Freud's psychobiography of Leonardo Da Vinci "The wish to be able to fly is to be understood as nothing else than a longing for sexual performance." Which is kind of odd because I've always wanted to be Peter Pan, and have had many discussions on my love of self-flight and never growing up. All this time it was just my longing for youthful sexual performance according to Freud.

Weird.

War, children, its just a shot away

Writing in this blog is feeling like a bit of a job now. I started it back in high school, but stopped when I started working. It was a few months before I started writing again, and I only did it because I was always so bored. Fortunately now, I've gotten a life outside of my laptop and do venture out into the world.

This weekend was the CAPpies and the Cabaret Ball. The CAPpies = awesome. The Cabaret Ball = not so much. But whatever, I still had fun with Jeff, Cassie, Matt, Jon, Sam, Liz, Pat, and everyone else. Sunday was such a weird day too. Cassie Cathleen and I went to Matt's to celebrate his birthday, and to me it felt like a disaster. We all love Matt so much, and we accidentally bummed him out, instead of cheering him up.

I finally saw Nightmare Before Christmas, awesome movie.

I have one more exam before I move out of this insane freshman dorm. I'm going to miss my friend, but not those who live here.

What, what (in the butt)

I'm sorry, I took roughly 3 weeks off because I was out having a life beside that on my laptop. It was fun, saw Zipperface and Wacky Hijinks four times each. I got drunk for the second time this year, that was interesting. Oh and I saw The Effect perform on their "Bigger Than The Beatles Tour", which is only called that because they have 5 members... hahaha.

This hasn't been done in a while, so I figured I should review another movie, and this time it won't be so crappy! I saw Iron Man opening night, and that's what you get to read about if you choose to continue, if not skip down 2 paragraph's to finish this entry.....

I'm not a big comic book nerd, but I like to watch the movies, and from time to time I would pick up a copy of the comics or watch the cartoon of whatever. I hate to admit it but I've seen all the Batman movies, and the Superman movies too, but Iron Man has to be my hands down favorite comic book movie. Everything from the casting to the script was perfect.

Robert Downey, Jr. was picture perfect as this suave playboy who also happened to be a genius at math and computers. His assistant, Pepper Potts, was Gwyneth Paltrow, possibly the only movie I have ever truly liked her in. Jeff "The Dude" Bridges was Obadiah Stane, the perfect foil to Downey Jr.'s Tony Stark. I don't really want to say much more because I don't want to ruin it. Iron Man is a movie that is totally worth spending $9 to see shit explode and robots kicking ass.

Finals are coming up and I'm a bit nervous, I've favored fun adventures over going to class and studying. In between is the CAPPIES and hopefully some sleep. Although the way my life has been the past few weeks, sleep has become a pipe dream.

Mooooooo. Alright, off to study so I might be able to pass this semester...