neglect

Whoops. I’ve been leaving this journal bare. My bad.

As some people may already know, I think I’m NYC-bound in…. 5 days. It’s been emotional and an extremely hard decision to make, but I need to graduate school, and I just can’t do it here in Washington. I want to get a job and start my life in the city, and that includes finishing my final year of college there.

In other news, I am officially a YouTube-addict. Last weekend, Kristina and I flew out to San Francisco for YouTube Live. It was a huge event, and I got about 203974 text messages throughout, seeing as I was directly next to the stage and friends could see me from home. We stayed with Molly and Nadine, and partied quite a bit, including at the infamous after-party of MC Hammer. I met some seriously amazing people, most of whom hold some YouTube-fame, but seeing as I’m a n00b at it all, I had no idea until I got home. Some of the friends we met that weekend? We haven’t stopped talking since Sunday. Today is officially Saturday. That’s a lot of talking.

I can’t sleep. I haven’t been sleeping right for weeks. My mind just doesn’t seem to want to shut up.

Okay, I’ll leave it there for now. I should update more often. I live a pretty exciting life. You would think I would have exciting posts as a result. Instead, I just try and update my YouTube. I’m even lacking there. Plenty of video on my computer to edit. (www.youtube.com/isnoggedharry)

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busy life and books

Ahh, all I want to do is read for hours, but there just isn’t enough TIME.

I really, really hate to say this, but I’m giving up on a book. Not because it’s too gross, but it’s too gross and slow for me to want to go out of my way to read. I’ll try again when I don’t have as much work to do constantly. Ah, yes, I’m referring to Chuck Palahniuk’s, Snuff. I will try again, but now just isn’t the time.

…Though, I will be starting Let It Snow. Oh, crap. Or should I wait for Winter? I love Winter and Christmas and LOVE. I think I’ll wait. Damnit. What’s next then? I vote Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist.

Anyway, with schoolwork and having way too much fun with my housemates, I’ve been super busy. I’m 2 days late on a paper, though, and I could cry it’s so frustrating. Today, all work and no play. …Until I’m done my work, and then it’s a pumpkin carving party here.

Last night, John, Hank, and the Katherine Green were in Seattle. It was a fun time. I find them to be genuinely good people, and I’m lucky to have met them. It was fun watching Kristina and Kayley fangirl, though.

Jazza comes tomorrow. I love meeting new people, so I’m super excited. OH. ALSO. MOLLY IS SO AMAZING. Gosh. YouTube really does has an awesome community.

I really hope everyone I love all around the world is doing well. I miss people. <3

PS. DON’T FORGET TO ORDER MELISSA ANELLI’S, “HARRY, A HISTORY” IF YOU HAVEN’T ALREADY. I WILL FIND YOU IF YOU HAVEN’T. AND YOU WILL PAY DEARLY.

hmm

I think I’m finally starting to understand myself a little better, and I can’t figure out if this is a good thing or a bad thing.

settled in seattle

Ha. It’s almost like Sleepless In Seattle. A movie I love. Mmm Tom Hanks.

I’m finally here in Seattle and completely unpacked! It’s been a long weekend. My parents were in town for most of it, and I spent time with them and my brother. It was nice, but now it’s time to start life here. I plan to be starting at the local Barnes & Noble (transferred from the B&N near my house in PA), and I’m told I’ll be getting a call for my first interview with Urban Outfitters (bring on the discount!).

I’ve had a blast so far with Kristina and Eia. Like, really. Our house is epic. It’s huge, and we have an adorable backyard. Kristina and I just went grocery shopping, and we discovered that we have a BASKETBALL NET in our backyard. All we need is a ball, and we’re set.

The weather has been perfect. Gorgeous. Sunny. Amazing. This is Seattle, though, and as far as I hear, it’ll be gloomy. BUT, contrary to popular belief, apparently it’s cloudy and sometimes drizzles, but it doesn’t pour all the time. Good. Eff that.

happy happy joy joy

…Ren and Stimpy anyone? If you don’t know the show, it was a very vulgar cartoon from the early Nickelodeon days. I can’t sit through an old episode on youtube now, but I used to be all about it with my older brother. Ah, Nick. Where did you go? Doug, Rugrats, Are You Afraid Of The Dark?, Clarissa Explains It All, Alex Mack, All That!, Pete and Pete, etc.

Completely irrelevant. I just want to express my total excitement for Seattle. Kristina posted her Monday 5AG video, including a nice tour of the house we’re moving into. IT. IS. SO. AMAZING. I can’t even handle it. I’m itching to start packing. Which I’m ACTUALLY going to do as soon as I finish writing this. Just the basics, so I can see if I can sacrifice a suitcase to bring my guitar. I want to learn! And Eia brought an extra bed, nightstand, and bookshelf to our room for me! GOODNESS GRACIOUS, I LOVE THEM.

I’m seriously too excited to type. Must. Go. Pack.

This week’s recommendations: Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along-Blog (drhorrible.com) and How I Met Your Mother.

an average day in brooklyn

First off, I pre-ordered a very important book. I actually pre-ordered two books today, both of which I’ve already read. Of course, Melissa Anelli’s, Harry, A History. I’m in Melissa’s living room, and she left the room, and as soon as she walked in I was all, “SO I’M MAKING SOME SWEET PURCHASES ON AMAZON.” It was an exciting moment.

The other book I pre-ordered was John Green’s Paper Towns. I read this one already as well. I’ve never taken longer than like, 18 hours to read one of his books, including sleep time. My favorite of John’s books go PT, LFA, and AoK.

The third book I bought was Anthony Rapp’s book, of Rent. He’s a good friend of Melissa’s and she speaks so highly of him and his book, so I had to buy it. I don’t know much about him or Rent, but I look forward to reading it.

So, my point of this post. I spend a lot of time in Brooklyn at Melissa’s apartment. A lot. Of. Time. Aside from my parent’s house, I’ve never spent more time anywhere else. We spend hours just talking, venting about everything, and talking about what’s going on in our lives. Then we spend even more hours watching Buffy or playing Rock Band. We do our own thing. When I’m here, I feel like everything’s okay. I feel relaxed and everything is in place. I’m not trying to get sappy, but I feel like that’s the direction this is going.

Basically, I picked Melissa up at the airport today, and as soon as she was in the car and we were exiting the airport boundaries, I started sobbing. I hadn’t seen her in a month and I thought I wouldn’t be seeing her until December. Then I remembered I’ll be back in NY for her book release on November 4th (GO PRE-ORDER, SUCKAS), and I’ll see her when she gets back from Europe, two days before I leave for Seattle.

Way too long story short, Melissa is easily one of my closest friends. We know a lot about each other. I’d go as far to say she knows everything about me. Obviously I can’t judge how much I know about her, and I don’t want to assume, but it’s fair to say I know a helluva lot about her. It’s hard when we aren’t “IRL” because we don’t keep in much contact. When we DO see each other, it’s like time never passed. It’s just going to be hard to say goodbye. Or, you know, “see you later.”

You know what would make me feel better? If you pre-ordered her book.

don’t you wanna come with me, don’t you wanna feel my bones…

Broken bones, that is.

Ha. Do you like that? The Killers lyrics transitioning from post title to enry. I’m so creative.

Bah. Broken foot. If you follow me on Twitter or subscribe to my videos, you already know this. It wasn’t TOO bad yesterday, but it got worse ever hour. Now the black and blue is going further down my foot, and I fear my foot is broken. I may succumb to the norms of the, like, planet, and see a doctor tomorrow. Good thing I decided to be a full-time student this semester, so I still have health insurance. That would have been unfortunate.

I’m moving to Seattle in 19 days. Boys come back to NYC in 14 days. It’s possible Luis will be in my HOUSE within 3 days. Fingers crossed.

Oh no. I’m moving in with two girls who buy plane tickets on a whim. And here I thought they’d be good influences. TINA AND EIA <33333

fiveawesomestoners…?

I’m on the phone with Anna Noe, and she would like me to blog about her idea of fiveawesomestoners. She is Monday, and she must vlog about couches and C.C. being short for Comfy Couch. Rita is Tuesday, and she isn’t allowed to speak English. I’m Wednesday, and I must talk about how I’ve lost weight since Terminus, because that’s what I was talking about as she was rambling this idea to me. John is Thursday, and he needs to sit at a huge table with 10 Chipotle burritos, and in between each burrito, he must take a hit. Friday is Bre, and she is high at Disneyland, giving out free Churros in a Mexican accent.

This is my friend Anna, and I love her very much.

words

Before I begin yet another, less intense, rant, I would just like to say that I love words. It’s just AMAZING what the right words can do! They can show love, stop wars, START wars, GAH they do everything. I mean, it’s obvious, but do you ever really think about it? I love words that sounds exactly what they mean too: animosity, frivolous, opaque, obviously, relish, etc.

What I’m not a huge fan of is when someone obviously just tries to make a simple statement sound like the most intelligent observation that deserves fucking academic acclaim. I’m taking an American literature class, and I’m so excited about it. it’s an online course, so the “lectures” are all in text form (besides some youtube videos she makes of herself). It’s nice to get a more personal feel when you can actually see the professors face, but I hate her way of making a point. For example, it’s the first week. We’re not even into the actual coursework yet, just some introductory history of the founding of America. Here’s the first bit of the outline:

The “new world” that Columbus boasted of to the Spanish monarchs in 1500 was neither an expanse of empty space nor a replica of European culture, tools, textiles, and religion, but a combination of Native, European, and African people living in complex relation to one another.

Well, fuck. Really? Native Americans not only resided in America before the Europeans got there, but they spoke a different language and lived in an entirely different and unfamiliar way? Gee wiz.

Why was it necessary to waste the time and words on such a simple statement? Sure, like, 97% of this class are grad students and we’re all capable of understand, I just don’t understand the NEED.

And now I’ve wasted more time doing this work than the time wasted to read this goddamn outline. I’m not even remotely angry, I just don’t understand.

PS. I MISS SO MANY PEOPLE. Let’s go back to Chicago, k?

oops

Sometimes I get in moods where I wallow in my own self-pity. Sometimes I get in moods where I blame everything and everyone for things that are completely untrue and unnecessary. i.e. Last post.

Ignore my ranting.

The mornings after these moods are comparable to a morning after a night of drinking. Things are blurry and confusing. I don’t understand why I felt the way I did or said things I said, much like being drunk. Tonight, I’m not angry. I’m sorry for things I said last night, and I feel stupid. Work it.
SO I don’t know if I want to go to California for a week starting next week, or wait until the NYC Wizard Rock festival (Sept. 21st) and then fly to California until the 26th, when I was initially booked to go to Seattle. AH THE CONFUUUSION.