Top 5 reasons why snow is better than rain.

Well it’s been a while since I’ve written anything.  I can’t say this is any more worthwhile than anything else that’s happened in my life but it’s my blog and I’ll post when I want damnit.  Here are the top 5 reasons why snow is better than rain.

5. Rain makes things dreary, snow makes things pretty.

4. You can carve various shapes and words in the snow on people’s cars.

3. Rainman is a movie you can buy at K-mart, snowman is definately, definately  an activity.

2. You don’t get soaking wet during a snowstorm.

And the number one reason why snow is better than rain:

You can consume a handful of snow you picked up from the sidewalk.

Bawls in my mouth!

Computer games, pizza, and energy drinks: a near perfect combination for a LAN party.  My parents realized early on that I wouldn’t be a sports kind’ve kid and being they were pretty good ones, they did their best to nurture what talents I did show.  In middle school and further blooming in high school I got hooked on computers.  I didn’t really party the same way other kids did, so when I wanted to have some friends over to play vid’ya games they went for it.  LAN parties introduced me to the sweet sweet nectar that is Bawls energy.  It’s hard to find in most places but I discovered some in the Broadway mall in Hicksville NY.  Huzzah!

Three flavors of canned Bawls, yummy.

This is my Bawls. There are many like it but this one is mine.

There’s Bawls in my mouth…I got some funny looks for this one.

Memories through the smoke

Been a little while since I wrote something coherant but I’ve been taking it easy letting my foot rest up for the journey ahead.

The other day I went down to an Apple store here on Long Island and passed by a hookah lounge that I decided to make for tonight. I’ve made some great memories in places just like this one over the years, it’s such a relaxingly ambient environment; big comfy couches, a good soundtrack, preferably good company though it’s looking like I’ll be on my own for the night. Duffy house, with it’s fourteen permenant residents, always has something happening and people coming/going.

Halloween was completely nuts, biggest house party I’ve ever seen. We had well over a hundred people at any given time between the hours of roughly eleven and three. The cops were there but pretty cool, only telling us to keep everyone inside. I was one of the blue man group (pictures on my gallery) and my knuckles are still stained a light shade of blue. There was a dj and much boozing, a blast from the majority of the night I remember.

I’m pretty much done with New York for now though I’ll most certainly come back, only sticking around to party with the NYIT guys and gals on my 22nd birthday which is this coming Thursday. I need to make a few calls to family in Massachusetts because that’s where I’ll be heading this weekend, the ultimate goal is Boston and I’ll probably dip down into Philly for a sandwich :-).

It’s strange to think that my closest friend for some time now is a girl from Apache Junction that I met on the Internet almost a year ago. The two of us have never actually met in person but I feel I know her better than just about anyone I’ve ever had a close proximity friendship. Madrina, thanks for always responding. Day or night I can always pose my random questions and thoughts knowing that of anyone you’ll get back to me. I have a good relationship with both my parents and an increasingly verbal relationship with my brother but it’s not the same as a close friend who’s always available. There’s something about most other people that I feel like a nuisance and I’m far too independant to allow that. I’ve had a few people over the years that have filled the same roll for me. Jeremiah, Ashley, Katherine, Sasha; I’m equally grateful for all of you even if you don’t read this post.  Orphaned screen names are still etched into my memory and many of the conversations we had are still preserved on a hard drive burried in a closet.

In case you read this, happy birthday Matt!

Meandering about Long Island

At roughly 2:30 in the morning, I decided that no one at the party was really worth talking to so I put on my hat & coat and went to Dunkin Donuts which is less than a mile away! Bagel and a few donuts, yum. I’ve even got a bit of leftovers for breakfast, hooray! I feel almost as if I’m in the college lifestyle that many people pay so much for; I’m getting it ostensibly free. The party is pretty much dead here now at quarter after 3 but there’s still a couple lingers’, learned a lot of what Ive missed out on the past couple years and now rather glad I skipped them.

At any rate I’m kind’ve putting fingers to keys really wasted to see what turns out, and I’m going to post it out of spite to myself.

Not 30 minutes into Atlanta

I get into Atlanta after having a ~20 mile discussion with a preacher and head straight to the nearest Apple Store. Lenox Square mall is about the most upscale mall I’ve seen thus far; the Apple Store was insanely busy but for a Saturday it wasn’t bad. I decided against getting a new iPod Nano (…for now. Curse you yellow! Why are you so awesome?!) and start wandering around the city. Not 10 minutes later do I see a beaten to shit car trying unsuccessfully to start in the left lane. Keep in mind I’m wearing a 20-30lb bag with every one of my posessions in it but I decide to hop out and push anyways, look at me being a good samaritan. At any rate I’m letting my legs cool down before wandering a bit more so I thought I’d take the opportunity to blog!

Walks and Waffles

Somehow I woke up at rougly 7:30 this morning and amazingly enough, without a hangover so I watched the second half of mean girls, took a shower, then went out for a walk to nowhere in particular.  Something that dawned on me was that Atlanta and Phoenix are crazy similar but on different coasts, just Phoenix is largely on a grid, which is nice if you take a wrong turn but substantially less interesting to get lost in.  I took a few pictures and uploaded them to my webgallery so check ’em out!