Halloween!

I have a Harry Potter day calendar. I think I've had an HP one for the past three/four years, but this year is more of a collective of little scenes from Movies 1-4 with cheesy little descriptions.
How fitting today's is: the creepy Harry/Cedric death scene from Goblet of Fire. Oh no, there aren't any signs of homoeroticism OR vague hintings at necrophelia here! What makes this day/picture even better is the fact that I was obsessed with GoF/Cedric and Cho/Robert Pattinson for all of 2005, and I remember all the crazy shit surrounding this picture. The best caption for it that will never get out of my head is: "DEAD BOYS DON'T SAY NO, HARRY."
Getting freaky on the Quidditch Pitch is definitely one of the ways Cedric Diggory wanted to die -- but Harry wasn't exactly the person he had in mind while it was happening.

Happy Halloween.

I love you and hate you at the very same time.

I witnessed a robbery kinda/sorta at Commander on Sunday.
Also, I went to a badass party on Saturday which was better than expected.
NOW FOR THE REAL STUFF!
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I've definitely been digging the hip-hop more than usual lately -- probably beacuse of Commander, but how can you not when it sounds so damn good?! One thing in particular that I love are the random collabos that include John Mayer. When one thinks of John Mayer, guitars and wonderland bodies and running through halls of high schools (which I've done) and other sundry happy folky guitarist things come to mind. But when you're doing skits on Chappelle's Show and jamming with ?uestlove (The Roots) and featured on Common and Kanye songs...damn. Props to John Mayer for being so weird.

I smell ya.

I'm notorious for talking about retail jobs. There's something about the clothes and the co-workers that keep me coming back for more; Express 298 will always hold a place in my heart despite the fact that they've made me do studio -- 9pm to 7am of nothing but pure rearranging/folding bliss -- for two days straight once. That was a crazy caffeine trip. Now I'm working at another store in DC for the moment, which is just as fun.
The better part about working in Georgetown is the people. My god, the people! I love the sneakerheads, the disgusting Georgetown boys that leave the store looking like a hurricane went through it, and especially the crossdressers/transvestites.
If you're reading this, I have extreme love for you. Nothing makes my day brighter than helping out a man with legwarmers and lame' gold/silver pants. I also met the nicest guy today, who actually turned out to be a drag queen. After saying, "Whoa, I'd never suspect!" he replied, "You should've seen my wife's reaction when I told her." HA.

America is an awesome place.

We didn't start the fire!

I don't know what the hell is happening in California. Lots of fires in random areas (Ontario? What the hell? Does anything ever happen there?) like Lake Arrowhead and Irvine of all places. Irvine! And Malibu.
I want to say things like this tend to happen every few years...I remember a couple of years back there was a fire in South-ish OC, and the hot wind/ashes that flew over the Santa Ana Bowl during one of the Mater Dei football games. All I could think about at the time was how it "smelled like bonfire" and how the ashes resembled a kind of snow.
I'd imagine that it's about a thousand times worse than just a faint smell of bonfire right now though.
Keep safe, Californians.

Payday, cabrones.

I live the worst kind of lifestyle. It's one where ridiculous amounts of money gets spent on ridiculous things -- although the majority of it has been spent on foodstuffs and Metro fares. (I love food. There's something about gluttony that gets me happy. You don't know how blown I am that we don't have Food Network here, but that's another story.) Granted, I could have gone without Season 3 of The Office, but when someone shoves a 40% off coupon at you, how can you not say yes? This is a horrible habit.

Anyways, it's my first (real) payday since August. I give myself four days to spend it all.

Up All Night.

It has been a tiring week.
Tuesday night/Wednesday morning was devoted to nothing but finishing my Literature midterm essays, and it took me over twelve hours to create a somewhat understandable paper. ...Papers. Running on one thermos of tea was scary and exciting at the same time. The beautiful thing about spending the night at the library is the opportunity to enjoy my fellow procrastinators without having to give up the feeling of solitude.
I also realized that people could pretend to go to our school and live on the second floor for the rest of the school year...and nobody would even really notice.

Are You In?

I don't think I am, actually.
This is the hundredth thousandth attempt to create a decent, frequently updated blog about everything and nothing (!!!) while keeping the façade of coolness and providing wholesome entertainment. ALL AT ONCE.
Hopefully I'll have a picture post every time. Maybe even a song. I might get tired of this eventually too, but if I can keep it up until December, I think I've got a fighting chance in this world. Awesome.

Radiohead - Faust Arp (Sendspace)