please sleep, my darling, sleep

before we begin

life in mono – Beautiful photo blog. Highly recommended.

Little Death – A song by +44, recently added to my collection and loved.

a list

Signs of changing priorities: the urge to capitalize things for the sake of properness, the urge to leave them be for reason of aesthetics.

If your birthday isn’t on Facebook, it isn’t actually a birthday.

Sleep is less critical than you thought it was.

No. It’s not enough caffeine.

Mario Kart 64 will never, ever cease to be cool. Bioshock may have an incredible particle system, but can our hero race seven NPCs rendered in stunning two-dimensional eight-bit color?

Random acquaintances are often the best sort.

Apparently Facebook images are considered pornography by whoever runs this network.

Logic refuses to speak with the bursar’s office, but that doesn’t mean they can’t keep you from registering until you fork over whatever money you have left.

Dreaming of sleeping is telling.

Don’t think too hard about the taquitos. Just eat them.

“Emo” is a perfectly good name.

Guitar Hero: a game made for pianists, I swear.

A sizable percentage of the student population’s annual expenditures go straight to Chinatown.

Don’t Panic.

anyway…

so fall asleep with the windows open

Back home now. ‘Home’ in the sense that I’ve returned to the place of my childhood, or at least a good chunk of it. The next couple weeks will be floating from friend to friend to family, with an anchor point at the office. Not really looking forward to work tomorrow, but the bills do not just go away without leaving some nasty graffiti on one’s credit score.

And the car battery’s dead. Whoever tested it last week, pronouncing it good, must have left the lights on. >_>

Going to be a long break. I think. I’m eying a job at Austin Vale – PHP developer with all the web-related trimmings. Getting/taking it would mean an apartment in Elmwood Park for the summer… or something… not totally sure how to approach a full-time professional position as a student, but it’s worth a shot.

I miss you guys already.

later

It’s Tuesday now, by about three hours. I’ve just gotten back from watching The Office with Nathan and Vi- … Vin, Van… Liz, that’s who it was. Liz. Ha. Episode upon episode of the stuff. Things noted: chipmunks are notorious for eating clementines, and generally spreading their peels all over the place. (If you didn’t know that, don’t fret – most kids today aren’t aware.) Also, Nathan’s dad was raised by chipmunks.

Ah, and I hit a deer today. I’d like to say that the deer hit me, just because that’s the sort of turn-o-phrase that should go in there, but it didn’t. I definitely hit it. I did brake, though. In my defense. Thought process: “Ahh, popcorn chicken. Ohh, deer. Oh dear. Brakes? Yeah, probably, but not too fast – there’s some sort of light behind you and it might be a car. … Blast, nearly missed it. Didn’t sound too bad, though the deer did just go sailing off to the left… But you’re alive and the windshield is intact. Hopefully it’s not a huge thing, or we’ll have to go to Green Bay in the truck. And that only has one working speaker.”

I left messages at two auto shops in town, meaning to only call one but forgetting which was which. Northwoods, East Side. Pretty close. The latter message was left at 3am-ish, and went like this: “Hello, bla bla broken car bla bla, call me at seven-one-five, four-…. shoot, I’ve forgotten my number. I’ll call back.”

Happy ex-Monday.

a little death makes life more meaningful