Do you think about me now and then? Cause I'm coming home again.

So my parents are gone for the next two weeks and I am moving back home to stay with my sister, Nat. Now you may think, "No parents, house party! wooo!" Although knowing myself (and the fact that I can count all my friends on one hand) our house party would look less like this:

And more like this:

This weekend Nat has homecoming too, so I must take on all official mom duties. Part of me wants to wear a full on housewife outfit to take pictures of her and her homecoming group on Saturday, but I am too nice to embarrass her in that way. (Well, maybe, I haven't decided yet. If I go full on Betty Draper, I'll let you know.)

Inconvenient Truths

As we approach the end of the month, I figured it was time to impart upon you all that I have learned during the month of September.

Below lies of a list of Inconvenient Truths:

1. If you are the guy in my math class who wears his sunglasses throughout the entire hour every day, you are a tool. (Unless you are blind, in which case, I'm sorry.)

2. Standing and giving you boyfriend a back rub in a coffee shop for 20 minutes while he is messing with his computer means you are in a one-sided relationship. (Especially if afterwards you complain about your back hurting too and all he does is nod and look at his computer screen.)

3. Wearing a du-rag with a suit kind of negates the entire look.

4. Pucca shell necklaces…kinda lame, but your effort is commendable. Good try.

Things to amuse yourself with when you have a hole in your arm

So...yesterday I went to the doctor to have this weird lump under my arm looked at. It turns out that it was some sort of nasty infection type thing and they wanted to remove it right away. So they did. They sliced it open and put some crazy drain type thing in my arm. So now I am lying around the house not doing much due to the codeine in my system, with my right arm in a chicken dance-esque pose trying not to put too much pressure on my wound. So anyway....I saw this posted up on the Missbehave Magazine blog and it really amused me to no end.

Watch and enjoy.

I know eavesdropping is wrong but...

I actually heard a human utter these words:
“Well, I think people who are liberal are just uninformed.”

“I don’t think with this all time [points to brain], I think with this [points to heart].

Clearly, I am surrounded by crazies this week. 

6 Unspectacular Things About Me

As tagged by Kaylen

6 Unspectacular Things About Me:

1. I love riding my bike
2. I wish I had drawing skills
3. I hate washing dishes
4. I never put my make-up away completely
5. I often eat puffins cinnamon cereal for more than one meal a day
6. I think polar bears are the most adorable animal in the world

I choose to tag:

1. link the person who tagged you
2. mention the rules on your blog
3. list 6 unspectacular things about you
4. tag 6 other bloggers by linking them (or less if you don't know that many people like myself, I won't judge you)

P.S. You're Creepy

Earlier this evening when I was walking up the massive staircase in the library something very odd occurred. There was a couple walking behind me, the guy was wearing a grey sweatshirt and an orange winter hat (which was not necessary considering the weather). I heard him whisper rather loudly to the girl he had his arm around, "Let's follow her, I beat she knows where it's at." Giggling then ensued. I didn't turn around or say anything, I just continued about my business, walking up the stairs. As I passed the door the the fourth floor the bro whispered, "man, I'm tired, she's moving to fast, I can't follow her anymore," and they heading into the fourth floor.

I am still trying to process that moment. It's not a super big deal, but he was whisper pretty darn loud and the stairwell is rather echo-y, so he had to know that I would hear basically everything he said. What possesses a person to do that? I don't really even know how I feel about the whole situation. Embarrassed? Awkward? Angry? Confused? Concerned? Is it even a situation at all? In the end, I think I will just through it into the pile of strange adventures that are my life.

What began in nausea ended in bliss

Who would have thought that a day that involved taking a drink of Pepto-Bismol every 2 hours would be oh-so wonderful? But yesterday, Amy and I saw The Avett Brothers and I honestly think my life is a little better now. They were, without a doubt, the best live act I have ever seen (and I saw 98° live, that’s some tough competition).

I was amazed at the size and general awesomeness of crowd. I have never seen so many dudes with beards and long hair in one place. Seth, Scott, and Bob stepped out in impeccably tailored outfits, opening the show with “Shame” from Emotionalism. I do not know how they keep up intensity of their performance multiple nights in a row. I swear there were at least 10 broken strings between Seth and Scott (their very nicely dressed roadie was running over banjos and guitars all night). But never once did it hinder the show; they are like a continuous force, constantly moving and growing, gaining strength and blowing your mind. There was one point where something happened (a string broke they couldn’t re-up it quickly enough or something, I don’t quite remember exactly) and they stopped on a dime in the middle of the song. The moment it was fixed, they picked it right back up in the exact spot they left off, as though nothing had even happened. Seriously. Amazing.

I so badly want to see them again in November when they are in Chicago for the Bluegrass Festival. I want to force everyone I know to attend one of their shows, because it will change the way you feel about music. I need passion, baby, nothing less.

I think Amy said it best, "I want to crawl on the stage and die there; then be resurrected by their sweet sweet music."