Days with my father.

You’ve done it again, Urban Outfitters.

Obama, is such a comedian. You can read a transcript of his stand-up here.
Politicians are crooks. I reject the government.

Remember when Garden State came out, and everyone freaked out because the soundtrack was just ’sooooo good’ and people who were previously listening to Jack Johnson suddenly got turned on to things like Thievery corporation? In an obscure facebook thread hosted by Danny Carissimi I learned of the “MPDG” or Manic Pixie Dream Girl. I suppose that it’s handy, having a name for this horrible, predictable type of character, but honestly, did the name need to be that much of a mouthful?

Baseball is the only American Sport that has a scoring system I understand, other than Hot Dog Eating. We got to go to a Pirates game last night, my first Major League game EVERRRRRR. The actual game itself was unremarkable, but the event was lovely. I ate Cracker Jacks and had high hopes about catching an errant baseball.

Interesting point raised in the comments, that a lot of Christians love to use the fruits of science to support their beliefs, but often reject the scientific methods used to procure the theory in question.

iPhones are pretty cool. For someone as domestic as me (haaaaa hahahaha) who forgets recipes while out buying ingredients, it’d be fantastic – beep boop and BAM, Google just delivers a recipe for Chicken Korma right to your hand. Or when you’re on the I-79 South going to the PNC stadium for a Pirates game and you forget which exit to get off? SHAZAM, Google Maps says it’s Exit 7a. At the same time, who seriously needs to check or can resist the urge to check their email every fifteen minutes when it’s that easy? Or does the novelty wear off? And who can type successfully on those temperamental keyboards? Cool or not, iPhones are undeniably handy. For capturing moments like THIS:

That’s Biery’s Jeep being put through it’s paces on some backwood road near Andy’s parents house.

I always wanted a Jeep. Correction, I’ve always wanted a VW Golf GTi (my inner chav I suppose), but since fixing newer VW’s is so insanely pricey, I have turned my fancy to Jeeps, which seems like a wild car-fantasy to a girl who purchases Nissans. I like the idea of having the option of riding over logs and ramming into bad drivers with my militant bumper. Biery inherited/stole/bought for a nominal sum this Jeep from his parents and has been cavorting around the countryside with us in it.

I’ve realised over the past few days of ruckus raising that I’m no longer a minor with a juvenile record, and in fact an adult who, if charges were pressed, could end up paying hefty fines if caught doing something stupid. We shimmied up an electrical pipe to get on the roof of Andy and Biery’s high school last week, and flirted with the idea of running through an annoying neighbors yard in Biery’s Jeep (after the salmon pink shirt wearing yard owner came out yelling at us for unobtrusively sitting in the Jeep). Both times I realised that I’m fast approaching, or have arguably passed the age at which a policeman would take pity on a stupid teenager and send them home with a warning only. I understand why though, I mean, honestly, I’d feel much better about a couple of twelve year olds forking my garden than catching a middle-aged man in the act. The act of forking, that is.

Anyway, trouble aside, we’ve had a good time cruising around the bumpy back-roads of Pennsylvania. We found this odd, well maintained grass road that led back to what we christened Vulture Village, due to it’s bird population. Vultures are creepy birds.

Other than that, we’ve been doing a lot of planning, packing up our storage unit, and trying to get Andy’s dental school secondaries sent out. Applying to dental school has been an expensive process and that, combined with the horrible reversal of the NY-London thing has left us pretty broke, so we’re been keeping activities-that-cost-money to a minimum.
About that whole NY-London fiasco. I feel drained just thinking about it. The short story is that I applied to London because I wanted to go home. I got in, we applied and paid $850 for Andy’s visa, got flights, and started researching places to live. With that plan, we had money to travel to Europe so we paid for a couple adventures. Then I started panicking about being Andyless for 3 months (Andy would have to live in the US Sept-Nov for dental school interviews while I was in London), and working 40+ hours a week to support myself in expensive London so I applied to a better programme in NY that popped up. Got accepted. Changed plans. Cancelled the visa application, made plans to move to NY. Lost money. Got screwed on the apartment situation in a manner that left us unable to get a place to live (my classes go until late at night, and are a-ways out of NY and require me living near to the Harlem line of the Metro North, and since we have limited amounts of $ we couldn’t afford a place that wasn’t co-op, and we couldn’t get a guarantor) in time for us leaving the country on our trip to England (we turned out 1 way tickets into a round trip for a holiday) and with 2 weeks before take-off we were forced to reevaluate plans. Thus my comprehensive planning skills were sabotaged (you win, Universe), and we had to opt for London. So now we’re going home next Tuesday, traveling for a month, then Andy is returning to the US for dental school interviews while I work and go to school in London. Anyway, I’m boring myself recounting these complications so I’m going to stop now and eat some cheesecake instead.

We went to see Harry Potter on Friday afternoon. Why? Because there’s nothing I like more than paying $5.50 to be bored for 2 and a half hours. It was horrible, missed all the major points of the book an added in a load of rubbish. I just plied myself silly with Riesens and hoped that if Warner Brothers were taking liberties with the Harry Potter plots, they’d at least have mercy and toss Daniel Radcliffe off the Astronomy tower instead of Dumbledore.

While I’m on the subject of films: I’m excited to see Where the Wild Things Are and Alice in Wonderland. I was dubious about Alice in Wonderland for a while because the story is twisted enough without Tim Burton’s influence, but apparently Burton is doing a hybrid of Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass, affording himself more liberties with the plot. Smart move. On Where the Wild Things Are: I didn’t grow up on the book, but somehow the preview makes me cry anyway. The kid running around in the monster suit is moving to me for some reason. I also saw these stills from Fantastic Mr. Fox and was disappointed. I’m not sure what I expected.