So yeah...the bus...I've somehow lost the gumption to write about the bus trip. I'm so OVER it...now I'm just focused on THE PARTY. That's right, Ryan (best roommate eva or BRE henceforth) and I are having a party, but not just any party... we are hosting a pageant...with sashes and trophies and maybe even a tiara or two. Ryan designed this kick ass website that I would love to post here, but the website contains my address and phone number and something tells me that might might not be the best idea. The website even contains a form that all contestants need to fill out. Questions that need to be answered...Your Pageant Name (so we know what to put on the sash) Hottness: from 1 - 7 Articulation - Options: Snobby, Literate, Dumbshit, Internets. You then need to tell us what your talent will be. I can't wait. It's gonna be kick ass. Both of my sisters are coming into the city for the occasion, we are going to have a DJ...what could be better?

There are other interesting developments happening in my life, but I hesitate to write them on this here blog. Everyone will have to wait and see what they are. Some are good, some are bad but could turn into something good. Only time will tell.

I'm back at work full-time after taking a brief hiatus. I was refering to my break as the "summer of love," but since nothing of that sort happened to me except in my dreams I don't think it would really truthful to call it that. I am starting to develop a love hate with my dreamlife. I have these dreams all the time where I'm totally in love with this guy. A love I've never experienced in real life. In the dreams me and this guy are usually just hanging out, but the LOVE is so big. The last dream I had me and this guy were just laying in bed, but he was resting his head on my stomach. And the LOVE oh the love. And then I freakin wake up. And there is no love. There is nothing. Nothing but this big hole where the love used to be. I wake up and miss this man who was laying his head on my stomach with such intense emotions I want to cry. Ugh. Why is my subconcious doing this to me? It's bad enough I have to watch happy couples all over the place and love love love everywhere...why do my dreams need to be filled with it as well?

Here are some things I saw on the internet today that made me happy.
Smells Good
Inventions plus Japan equals good times

I'm currently reading Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
It's blowing my mind. I started crying on the subway ride home today after reading a certain passage. Maybe I'm just a softy, but God Damn that guy is good.

I bought Aquadrops on the way home. I don't know why. I just was intrigued by the Hydrating Mint idea. How does it hydrate? What will it feel like? Well folks...it tastes like a mint..a wet mint. But I guess Aquadrops...the wet mint doesn't have the same ring to it.

I joined Netflix recently and at first I was watching a movie everyday, but now I can't seem to get myself together enough to watch one a week. The Machinist has been sitting on my table for over a week...and it's got Christian Bale in it! Christian Bale! Sure he plays a ematiated weirdo, but holy shit Christian Bale...I've wanted to fuck him since he played Jim in Empire of the Sun.

OK, must stop writing now. Hang in there with me my dear readers. I have to warm up to this blog stuff again. I'll get back in the swing of things soon.