Here are some photos of things I stared at all day while I sat in my apartment all by myself. Enjoy ‘living’ vicariously:
This is the throw that my mom made for me, otherwise known as my favourite Xmas gift.
My newest painting, completed two nights ago.
These live on my coffee table where they obstructed my view of Serenity from half of the couch.
If you dare, follow this link to watch six minutes of holiday time memories. (QuickTime 7, 32 MB, streaming)
In the time it took to pack and leave
he could have come to terms with his disease
But he filled his house with gasoline
and held the match for everyone to see
He cried out to the gathered crowd
“Look at what you’ve done, I hope you’re proud”
You have made a fool of me
When all I’ve ever tried to do is please
all of you, and never me
Time, it moves so slow, we’re growing old
But are we really growing up?
Things we can’t let go wrap around our throats
Until there’s nothing left to do but choke
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Sometimes I wonder why I need to actually go into the office. Can’t I post comments on MySpace and read the interweb from home just as well if not better? *sigh* In other words, it was a slow day at work, but that should be expected for the first week back from Xmas break.
My time at home was actually pretty good. There were a few days where my father’s PMS almost sent me packing, but he apologized for being a ridiculous ogre and things ended smoothly. I got to hang out with Angela for a brief, albeit incredibly sexy in a non-incestual kind of way, few days. We experienced the most intense passing maneuver ever executed while driving Klaus up the river hill. Thank you so much, Fifth Element soundtrack. I fucked Maggie’s brains out on a few occasions while Gail watched. It was a little weird, but what can you do? She should be giving birth to our love creature in a matter of days. Dusty introduced me to some of his Clarion cohorts at a New Year’s Eve party. I drank only the finest of Clarion tap waters and had conversation about OCD/HGTV and chinchillas with Sonya and Nick, respectively. Mainly, though, I spent time with my best friend (apparently) Ebbie while she followed my visiting around the house and neighbourhood.
Now I’m here in Bellefonte. I got an espresso maker from my lovely mother and it is fantastic. With a cappucino in hand and a belly full of spiral wheat pasta with basil pesto and mozarella, I’ve been reading Wired on the couch. I went to Wegman’s tonight since I had absolutely zero foodstuffs – which always puts me in a good mood. Also adding to my general like of life was a call from Apple today. The recruiter confirmed my 13:30 final interview on 13 January in Philadelphia. He also took the opportunity to complement me on my “fantastic presentation” and said that he’s very excited to have me be part of the team. I was still coming down off of the laughter from forgetting that tomorrow is my own birthday, so I was kinda like “Are you sure you don’t think I’m a big ‘tard?” but it felt great.
So, my favourite Xmas gift was defo my van Gogh throw that my mom made for me. What about y’all? Please comment.
*shameless*
World, I now present to you Herr Klaus, my sexy new Volkswagen Jetta 2.5 (Value Edition):
I just picked him up today from Central Volkswagen, trading in the well-loved, but increasingly cramped, Helga in the process. He’s “mine” on a 39 month lease, which probably works out better for me anyway, as I’m really not planning on being without a car payment ever and I like having a new car. After my first day of ownership I can compile this shortlist of things that I enjoy about Klaus:
Oh, and the name: I wasn’t sure until I saw him exactly what German moniker he’d receive. But, after spending time with him, I definitely got a “Klaus” vibe. Coincidentally – and obviously, if I weren’t retarded – Klaus is short for “Nicholas.” Too perfect.
Apparently I’m making a grilled cheese sandwich…but the stove wasn’t on.
Lola’s Video Debut (QuickTime – 9 MB)
I miss Philadelphia. I want to go back. I’m sitting here, covered in an afghan, watching a training lesson on DVD Studio Pro and listening to Regina Spektor. Alone. 🙁
God, it was incredible to get the hell out of here for just a few days. Now that I have paid time off, I’m taking way more three day weekends. I’m seriously breathless with the joy that was getting away for just a little bit.
I really had a great time with Angela over the last few days. On Wednesday, after getting pathetically lost just a few miles from her apartment, we went to Nifty Fifties for an ultra-unhealthy meal. Then we picked up Adam and James and drove to “The Hook” to laugh at the ghetto-ness and breathe in toxic fumes from the factories. *mmm* Angela and I drank Sparks with the boys when we got back and laughed until 4 AM. Thursday was spent sleeping in, having breakfast at a rad little diner by the train station and then my interview (see below.) Friday was for Tom Jones (imagine the diner in Pulp Fiction), meeting Matt at Acme and general fucking around. I cleaned Angela’s apartment for three hours and then we trashed it by having a little get together after. Finally, on Saturday we decided to drive around aimlessly for about two hours since maneuvering on Baltimore Pike a week before Xmas is a grand idea. Grand. I made James an omlette for dinner and Angela tried to convince me to not leave…or at least not to take Lola with me.
Now I’m back for five days before I head home for ten. I’m locked out of the Studio and working in Rider II instead. Not a lot to do, really. My main question now that I’ve returned is whether it is really all that hard to run a vaccuum or use a broom. On the surface, the answer would appear to be no, but apparently this top-level view is incorrect. All I really wanted was to find that my life wouldn’t be inconvenienced because my roommate moved out. Thanks. 🙁
