Caring Is Creepy.
Thursday, October 07, 2004
12:28 AM
I've only really been politically aware since the last election. In this election and the last, America seems to be split. Most know my clear choice is Kerry; It's not like I love the guy. I know he is not the answer to all of America's problems and he certainly isn't the best candidate for the job; but, when it comes down to it, Bush is drastically unfit for office. No political candidate is perfect, and in this day and age when both parties seem to blur into each other choosing between the lesser of two evils is a social given. On top of having to endure that, what bothers me most is that whoever is elected this November, not everyone will be happy with the outcome. Obviously aiming to please all of America is assanine, but to think that half could possibly be more than unhappy with the outcome is un-nerving. I remember how I felt when Bush was appointed his presidency in 2000: Hopeless. I mean, where could we go but down? When I look at the way things are today, I realize that my feelings on Bush's "election" still hold true. Kerry is the only bright spot I see in the future which could still potentially be dim. Can America really function for another four years with either as a president? Maybe I'm taking this election too seriously. Maybe everyone will vote and if their candidate loses they will think, well, I did what I could, better luck next time. When two sides are so bitterly split either out come is unsatisfactory. Most people I talk to don't support Bush. It makes me think that maybe these polls aren't so correct. Maybe America isn't split down the middle. Maybe, if Kerry wins, America won't be as bitterly divided as I imagine. I just can't see another four years with Bush. I just can't. I can't see how anything will get better. Education. War. Environment. Health Care. Job Security. International Trust. I don't like the feeling of disappointment. Hearing about it and seeing it, knowing the effects it has on others isn't something that should have to be tolerated. I've lived with that feeling for four years now. Just do me a favor. It's your voice. If you want to have a say in who is President, vote. Maybe then I won't feel like this is a one sided effort. Caring is anything but Creepy.
In closing, while I was writing this a tuna fish sandwich infiltrated its way into my subconscious and in order to subdue my hunger, I'm going to eat one. And some chocolate milk.
Its Always Better on Holiday.
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
9:43 PM
About a month ago I'm talking to Megan Curren online and she is telling me about this band called Ambulance Ltd. I checked out their site only to find that they were touring with The Killers and will be on the East Coast in the near future. How could I let an opportunity like this pass me by? So, I didn't. Curren and I proceded to plan what has now become known as Operation: Code Name Pancreas. I have to warn you. I got a little drunk, I had a lot of fun and the pictures are just proof of such occurrences. Enjoy at your own risk.
Friday I spent most of the day traveling. I rolled into BWI only to find Curren greeting me with a purple head band around her, well, head. Except, its not a head band folks. Don't be fooled. Curren plays Rugby and in a prior game she had gotten her upper ear cartilage piercing pretty fucked up and had to have some "major ear surgery" a few days before. Thus Curren was forced to keep her "draining" ear covered with said head band and some gauze. I have come to understand she started out with an ace bandage Tinny Tim style but she soon progressed to this style of head dress so that her ailment was less noticeable. You'll see it in the pictures. Moving on, Curren picked me up, and when I say picked me up I mean I forced her to carry my luggage all about the airport parking lot while we looked for her car. We took off and rolled into Annapolis to eat at Three Brothers Pizza. Let me just tell you, about four years about I ate there with my Family. They had this dish called the Pasta Sampler right. It was only the greatest thing I had ever eaten. The next year when I returned no such item was on the menu and my bitterness against Three Brothers was un-harnessed. I got over it only because they have the greatest pizza ever and I finally made my triumphant return there this weekend. So, after our dinner stop off we finally got into Chestertown after spending too much time waiting to cross the bay bridge. I dropped my stuff off at Chelsea's house and Curren and I proceeded to walk into Andy's, Chels current place of employment which by the way happens to be a bar, and sat down. Chels made me a Foxy Lady. I would just like to take the time to say that this drink tasted so freaking delicious I could have had like 5 million of them. It tasted like a milkshake, no joke. So, Curren and I chatted it up with the local drunk Chestertown bar goers and headed over to the infamous Ally Cat a few hours later. There we found more drunk kids. The town is just full of them. We chatted it up there for a while then finally headed home all the while talking to Steph on Currens speaker phone. I hit the hay at like 3:00 and Chels finally got home from work at 4:00. Needless to say if there is one thing the Cates girls do well, other then hate, its sleep. I was out till about 2:00 the next day.
Saturday started off with a bang when I got to ride a mechanical bull. In fact, Curren, Braverman, Me and Chels all rode the bull like champs. I couldn't get enough of it so I went twice as did Curren. After that we headed to Philly to catch one of the best concerts I've ever seen. We picked up some Rock Stars on the way there which made me almost pee myself on the car ride over. It was bad. Anyways, we rolled onto South Street, home of the tragically hip, and had the "Best Pizza in Philly". Someone voted on it Im sure. After prowling the street we headed to the venue. Ambulance opened which was incredible. I fucking love bands that sound just as good as they do on there Cd. They played a smaller set but I still got to hear all my favorite songs. They cleared off and The Killers set was assembled. Just when I thought they were going to waltz out the lights dim and "Can't Take My Eyes Off You" started playing. A sing along ensued which I'd like to think I helped start but to tell the truth everyone just started to sing at once. Classic. Anyways, The Killers finally graced the stage and kicked off the concert with "Jenny Was a Friend of Mine". They are awesome live. The drummer got into it so much he was like standing and insanely drumming at the same time while the base and lead guitar were really chill. The lead singer had such a great presence. Like, he would almost kind of act out some of the lyrics, very entertaining to say the least. They did come out of Vegas for a reason. So, needless to say I fucking loved the concert. Couldn't have been better. I bought a shirt when it was over and we chilled some more on South Street. I love cities that have a night life. Where you can go out late and find something to do. Spokane certainly doesn't have that. I want to move so badly. Anyways, we kicked it and then headed back to C-town and played chandlers. You have to know when we rolled up the kids at Curren's house were already drunk. So, when we played this game they got drunker. It wasn't our fault what happened. So what if I found some markers. So what if this kid couldn't feel anything he was so passed out. Im not taking the blame. I just hope it all came off. Isaac, Hey STEVE!, Abby, Misa, Chels, Curren, Julie and I all played and had a good time. Isaac took the brunt off the drunkenness but only because he passed out like one round into the game. After getting tossed Chels and I headed home and passed out only to wake up around 2:00 on Sunday. We are so lazy. Chels and I went into Annapolis and ate at the Melting Pot. Its this fondue place right, and like, it's the greatest EVER. Whats better then picking your own cheese and meats and then cooking your own shit then finishing out the night with fruits you dip in chocolate. Like. It was instant food coma. I was in food heaven. Afterwards we headed to Tower Records, I bought the new Keane, and Chels picked up Jem and the new Interpol. We caught a 10:30 showing of Wimbledon which never gets old and then headed home.
Monday Curren, Chels and I headed back into Annapolis for some shopping then it was off to the airport with me. Coming home blows. Spokane blows. And you know, as much as I love learning and school, I just didn't want to go today. Mini Vacations rule. The mini part not so much though. C-Town treats me right when I visit which makes me want to go back. Plus the amount of cool people to hang out with is over whelming. Anyways, it was spectacular to see Chels this weekend and I had a lot of fun. Many pictures can be found below. Hopefully the captions will explain much. Enjoy.
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9:41 PM

Yeah, thats Banana.
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9:40 PM

More Drunk.
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9:39 PM

Misa Drunk.
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9:39 PM

Chels and I. Drunk. Really Drunk.
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9:38 PM

Issac really had a good night.
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9:38 PM

After The Killers...came Beer.
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9:37 PM

Nice form as well.
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9:37 PM

Chels takes a ride.
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9:36 PM

And DOWN!
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9:35 PM

Oh...
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9:35 PM

Next up: Braverman.
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9:35 PM

Done and Done.
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9:34 PM

Oh crap...
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9:34 PM

Do I have like perfect form or what?
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9:33 PM

Champ!
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9:33 PM

One Down.
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9:33 PM

Curren before the fall...
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9:32 PM

Curren and the Bull of Death.
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9:32 PM

Curren and Mike
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Mini Holiday.
2:42 AM
I'm so tired. But, just to get you riled up, here is a short preview of my "C-Town and Other Cities on the East Coast Adventure"...
Friday I got into a bar and I'm only 20.
Saturday I rode a Mechanical Bull like a freaking champ then saw The Killers with an Ambulance Limited opener. South Street in Philly is awesome. Pizza included.
Sunday I chilled in Annapolis with my sister and ate at the greatest restaurant known to man: The Melting Pot.
Monday we was back in the Annapolis and we shopped then I flew back to Spokane with some slight airplane problems making me just a little late.
Now Im home and I just want to go to sleep. If Curren comes through, ok, WHEN Curren comes through, pictures of the weekends activities will be added so that this blog will pretty much rule. Hope your weekend was as kick ass as mine. Peace Out.
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Op.
Friday, October 01, 2004
9:26 AM
Im out.
Enjoy your weekends.
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