My favorite vice.

My favorite vice.

I’ve made a bet with Nate Jaffe. If the Flyers win the Stanley Cup, I am the loser. If the Blackhawks wit the Stanley Cup, I am the winner.

The loser must wear one of those button-down graphic shirts with samurai anime dudes and dragons on them in public. While wearing this shirt they must “hit on” three women. These must be “real, honest” attempts, too. Not that either of us actually know what hitting on a woman entails. The winner selects the shirt. The loser selects the bar/location. Loser may not reveal to said women that the shirt is being worn as a bet or is in any way ironic. It must appear entirely genuine.

I’ve also, as I expect to win this bet, already gone ahead and placed a bid on this shirt on eBay for Nate to wear:

If anyone can find something better that is under $25 bucks or so, please direct me towards it.

I’m lost.

I think I am having a quarter life crisis. I guess it is only a quarter life crisis if I live to 100. I genuinely think that I can. Actually, considering how tall I am, I probably can’t. Fuck. I’m going to assume that biotechnology will continue to improve at an alarming rate and I will make it.

I had thoughts and ponderings on my past relationships with women. Notably, how bad I am at them. What is wrong with me?

Then, while asleep, I had a dream that I was in some sort of committed, apparently long-term serious relationship. And I was actually happy and I did not, somehow, want to escape and run away.

But I woke up.

This isn’t even what my “quarter life crisis” is about. I’m 25 and I’m still stuck in academia.

Nevermind, I’ve realized that I’m pretty content right now with the way things are.

I’m just wishing I had some more stability.

For the record.

Life was created today. Again. Artificially. Holy fuck.

Also, Kraft bought Cadbury.

Also, the BP Oil Spill hit Louisiana marshes.

Less than two weeks until Montreal!

Hey!

Hey!

Post Itinerary.

Day 1: Relaxation, minor errands.

Day 2: Two games of ice hockey, cheesesteak.

Day 3: More important errands, Silver Mt. Zion show.

Day 4: Watched hockey, McDonalds, three hours of ice time.

Starting to feel like I am in America. Still have to go to a “real” restaurant and see more of my American friends. I start the internship next week and road trip the week after that. This is going to be a good summer.

You’re doing it wrong.

I bought new glasses today. The salesmen was a very interesting man. By interesting I meanĀ  We talked about the recent law passed in Arizona set to take place at the end of July. He stated that he liked latinos better than blacks because “at least they knew how to do work”. I was pretty fucking appalled. He then went on to tell me about the time he got busted for a “small amount of methamphetamine” in his car that he tried to hide.

Later, after I picked out a pair I liked, he told me that he thought they were for women. I told him even if they were I didn’t care, I wanted them. He told me he was positive they were designed for women. I told him maybe they were, but I genuinely didn’t mind who they were intended for. He proceeded to get a girl who worked in the back to come out and confirm whether or not they were a woman’s pair. She claimed they were unisex. This guy was seriously trying to stop me from purchasing these glasses. He also spent fifteen minutes trying to convince me to get the special coatings and high index lenses. Fuck.

Favorite comment: “I guess if they are frames for girls they aren’t as girly as the ones with the little fake diamonds in them that some of the black guys get because they want as much bling as possible…”

Fuck him.

In other news, I’ll have a pair of woman’s glasses in about a week.

I saw A Silver Mt. Zion tonight; the last two times they’ve come to Philadelphia I’ve been out of the country. I was pretty excited to finally see them, even if I had initially completely forgotten the show was tonight. He asked us if we had any questions. I asked if he had any recommendations for places to eat in Montreal during my upcoming road trip. “Find a girl and have her take you to her Mom’s for dinner.” Seriously? I was earnestly hoping for a legitimate response to add to my already lengthy “places I have to eat on the way” list. They played a pretty decent selection of songs from across their catalog touching on a lot of favorites as well as a few of the new tracks.

I am tired. I want to shave.

Jealous.

Jealous.

It’s not the same.

I forgot what it was like to live in such close proximity to neighbors. I wish they would shut the fuck up when I am trying to sleep. The first night that I moved out to Grand Anse in Grenada I barely got any sleep. The stray dogs roaming the streets barked all through the night. The waves of the ocean were actually, at the time, bothersome. I got used to it. I came to not even notice it. I am hoping I can do the same with the people talking (yelling) about fitted caps, cell phones and other bullshit.

My car’s engine was smoking when I went to start it (that is, after I jumped it). I asked my Mom if she bothered starting it at all while I was gone. “Yes… once.” I think she’s lying.

I am getting excited for this road trip coming in a couple of weeks. I’ve never been on a legitimate road trip. I hope I can make it through without hating someone.

Delaware isn’t the same. Everyone has moved to Philadelphia (or New York, or Korea, or Providence, or Boston). I miss being in Philadelphia. It’s only been two days, I need to calm down.

I just need to eat some good food and I’ll be happy again.

Fake Sundays.

Spent all day packing. Half of my stuff going to True Blue Bay, half going to America.

I like this new album from Rosetta; it’s been awhile since I felt the urge to put something on repeat.

Only exam I have left is exotic animal medicine. I think of all my classes this term, I care the least about it.