I just re-found this blog

How hilarious is this? I just found this little bloggy poo after 2 years? Good God. How do people keep these things going? ANYWAYS. Just thought I’d post a little howdy doo before I go eat some tomatos, basil and balsamic vinegar. Since my last post many a things have happened.

1)      Married! To Matt smarty pants- it was in dallas and it was the best thing to happen to a lot of people.
2)      Parents business closed and got absorbed like a cell getting nutrients by another company, I worked for that company
3)      That company laid me off because they didn’t have these monies.
4)      Now I don’t have these monies.  But Moto was bought by Google so Matt’s the bread winner in this family.
5)      Summer is the best. Been on like a million trips around the US.
6)      Been mostly updating twitter, facebook and now google +.  Now I just need to link all these things together and be REALLY annoying.
7)      Also been busy doing side projects for family and friends, illustrating books, making logos, websites etc.
8)      Found this old blog after Emily Fehren said she was reading her old Xanga. Because that still exists. Who knew.

a world of time and space

It’s been forever but just to be clear, still live in Chicago, still working for parents, changed apartments to something much bigger and way more grown up but also older and therefore colder? Correlation? I hope not. Anyways, I can feel myself getting sicker and it makes me so mad. My throat is the battleground this time. I sound like a chain smoker right about now, and it probably won’t get better until it gets worse.

Tonight we are going to see Michael Showalter and Michael Ian Black which is exciting and really awesome, but I might need a tea or coffee to keep me there. And it’s at the Metro, which is way bizarre to me. For a comedy show? There better be chairs.

Anyways. I gotta shower or do some work but either way do NOT need be on here. You can count of my sporadic updates never and don’t expect to hear about much else.

you better believe it!

Good grief. Who’s got time to write a fucking blog? Not me. although I do have as much time as ever on my hands. I find myself drawn to other fascinating things like working out, writing scripts for concert ticket competitions, watching movies on tv and from netflix, sending way too many emails to my friends and father/boss and general making and eating too many desserts. It’s a rough life.

Things that are coming up:
Going to coloraqdo with my mom for business
Valentine’s day! Which means I get to go to a hockey game! Hoorah.
Going to Arizona also for business (that’s not until march)
Being cool… all the time.
Winter ending (this will never fucking happen!)

All in all I will say this. Things are good and fine. The only thing that really sucks right now is the weather. It’s so cold. All the time. I’m so pasty. But this weekend it’s supposed to be like 40 degrees and a little rainy. So maybe all this nasty dirty ice will be washed and melt.

and what a day!

Yay! Finally! Thank God! Hooray!
All these things can be said during today. American paused and watched as something kind of absolutely amazing happened. More emphasis, more meaning, more joy has been placed on today’s events than I’ve seen in a very long time. It’s not really about the one guy up there, but the whole nation believing in something bigger. What is this bigger thing that has overcome almost everybody? I have no idea. It’s a lot of things I guess.

Aretha Franklin’s hat is kind of awesome also. Her singing definitely brought some mist to my eyes.

Also the classical music superstars coming together, was amazing.

It was so easy. Just like that. Hail to Chief. Boop.

Good speech. Pretty convincing.

I like the old man prayer.

So I had to go work out before noon because they close at noon and then open at 3. So I didn’t want to wait that long. So I went but I waited too long and went during the inauguration. But I recorded it on CNN and NBC. Amazing. So there you go. History.

It's all great, good stuff.

over a tuesday

Hearing snoring even while I am awake and awake for good annoys the shit out of me.

I already went and worked out, felt good. I’ve decided I’m only going to work out in the morning. It’s the best time. you feel good for the rest of the day, it’s less busy there and the lady that works there during the morning is super nice.

Now I’m going to work on some slicks for SCA Walls. And I’ll be writing whenever things pop into my head over the course of the day.

Well I was sitting at our table and working on my laptop and stuff and of course trying to distract myself I looked to the bookshelf and how and behold a glorious set of my journals. Starting roughly freshman year of college. Which was like half full!!! It’s so funny reading things about meeting Sara and Emily and thinking about boys and stuff. And then another journal was completely full of travels, having each day and what we did. It’s great. And of course through out all of these spirals there are phone numbers to remember, passwords, doodles, testing pens and markers. It’s great. And I wrote an update in the one that contained freshman year. I just felt like I had to complete the story a little bit. Even though I realize now I didn’t mention that I did graduate and it was in fine and applied art’s art history and it was in 4 years. Well I’m announcing that to the world now so there you go. I worried a lot in those journals, more than I remember. But maybe because I didn’t worry to anybody else?

Now I have Matt, who gets the unfiltered me.

Man, I want some chocolate. Maybe just a granola bar? Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm (yes I ate a granola bar)

Now it’s time to shower. Tommy James and the Shonells make a great “best of”. “Run, Run, Baby, Run” needs to be covered by Jens Lekmen.

seriously, japan?

I’ll be honest. I have not being keeping up my side of the bargain with this blog here. I mean you, valued reader, I know check every moment you can to see if I have any updates. But you come here and there’s nothing…. For a month. Pathetic really. But let’s not be coy here, I’m in love with you, dear reader, just you. Don't give up on me now.

So the month of December literally flew by. It was my birthday and then before I knew it, it was New Years. But before that was Christmas. I went down to Texas for it and had a great time. Besides seeing family and some extended family, the best parts were the following: fireworks, sunsets, a mini bike. Going down there was so nice. The weather was warmer and the food is always good. We had a plethora of tamales and smokehouse turkey. My dad’s theater room is ridiculous. And really I can’t describe it anymore than that…. You’d just have to see it.

But anyways. Came back to Chicago and it was new years eve! Which was both fun and irksome. And it happened in that sequence. Just fun drunk turned into shit show drunk, but I still think it was a lot of fun. But the next day my parents visited! Which was really nice. I hadn’t even seen our apartment yet. They thought it was cute. We also spent about 2 hours trying to get some Gino’s Pizza. But it was worth it. They also saw that we didn’t have any table and chairs so we went to Target and they bought us a little dinette set, which is much appreciated. Then while my mom and I put it together matt and my father both fell asleep. Geesh.

I have one book recommendation: My Custom Van by Michael Ian Black. If you read just the chapter titles and you don’t laugh then don’t talk to me.

Right now on the tv is Godzilla 2000, a Japanese film that is dubbed over and probably the greatest thing I’ve seen so far on tv. Not only does Godzilla have the same sound effect and look that it’s had through out the years, but the people of Japan STILL don’t know how to deal with Godzilla? I mean it took Americans only one try and Matthew Broderick took care of it. Japan get your shit together.

I have a lot to say and you're going to read it.

So it’s been a while. You COULD blame me but then I’d punch you in the gut. P.S. this is a long one.

So much has happened like the following: traveling across the world and realizing that I HATE flying I hate being in an airplane for more than 4 hours. If I am in a plane for over 4 hours my body starts to attack itself and my innards begin to implode. It’s like this weird gassy, bloating feeling where you don’t want to do anything except lay down horizontally but you can’t because you’re in fucking coach. Needless to say I have only ever flown better than coach once in my life. Business class convinced me that I should make money so I can always be in business class. Oh well.

But yes okay we went to Italy. And by we I mean me, matt, my brother, my mom and dad. So a family vacation, even though we are all over the age of 23. First we were in Rome, which was a delight. That city has way too many things to see so we had this tour by Eden Walks, I highly recommend it. All their guides are native speakers of English, which was greatly appreciated. After Rome and it’s many, many marvelous things. We went to stay in Tuscany in this freezing but absolutely adorable farmhouse that was apart of a greater hotel/resort sort of complex. From the farmhouse we were able to bus it to Florence, which as always just like POW, BAM! It’s a Batman fight sequence, only you are the bad guy and art is the caped crusader. Matt, my mom and I even climbed the Duomo, to the top, which I think matt best described at the “worst thing I have ever done in my life, but pretty awesome.” Then the next day we went to Pisa, to that outrageous leaning tower. And we got to climb up that too. It was very odd though…. climbing stairs in a building that is leaning. There are some parts of the stairs that were really easy to climb and then it get really, really hard. But the whole family made it to the top for some great views and good pictures. Then after all that we went back to Rome to catch a plane all together back to NYC to then connect to flights to our homes. But sometime between paying for water bottles and these things called pocket coffees, I managed to lose my wallet. Or someone stole it. But they didn’t know that all I had in there was 5 USD and 2 euros, two bank cards that they couldn’t possibly use, and a drivers license that would means nothing to them. Fucking idiots. More probable is that I left it on the counter or it dropped out of my pocket. But besides the wallet thing on the VERY last day, it was a great trip. Traveling with my family is rough at times but when everybody is in awe of a Michelangelo or watching fire we started in the kitchen the rough parts aren’t that important. We were there for a week and like I said it was great. But you know what the best part of vacation? Getting home. Being able to hear, read and understand English (and it’s everywhere!). Buy a hot dog. Cover food with cheese. Take public transportation and knowing what the fuck you’re doing. These are the things that life is worth living for.

We flew back on Thanksgiving. One of the best made up American holidays. It doesn’t take too much to celebrate it and I feel like other countries really should pick this one up if they haven’t already. Here are the steps: 1) eat food, a lot of it. Mostly just comfort foods, things with a lot of starch and fat, and that magical chemical that makes you sleepy. 2) Be around people that you love and hate. 3) have a professional sporting event on. 4) make way too much of step 1.

Even though I missed thanksgiving this year I still had a miniature one with Matt and Jami and Sarah. It was really cute and I really enjoyed it.

Then it was my birthday on December 2nd. It really wasn’t a big deal, which was nice. I mean I didn’t really have any plans to do anything. Emily came into town and we perused the downtown Christmas decorations. It was cold but not too bad and just darling. There was one tree in front of the Hancock building that I wanted to steal because it was so beautiful, it was how every Christmas tree should be, so saturated with lights that you forget it once was a living thing. Then later for dinner, we all went to Kuma’s Corner. It was a pretty alright night. Matt got me the box set of “home movies” which I love. My parents got me 3 things. My mom got me this cute trench coat that is from Michael Kors, tre chic. She also got me a child’s video game called “Little Pet Shop,” which she got for me because when I was younger I was an avid fan of the toy line. Recently they revamped it and it’s pretty different now, all the eyes are big and doe-y, all their heads are grossly out of proportion. You know the style was “girl” toys have taken these days (which really makes no sense to me, I mean I know Barbie is classically very out of proportion but this is getting ridiculous). And my dad got me a monopod. “a monopod?” you ask. Yes a monopod. Not quite a tripod and not quite a cane but you put your camera on it for some stabilization though not quite enough to completely remove some amount of movement. If I can’t use it for it’s real purpose I can still really beat down someone with it, so that’s comforting.

Other comforting thoughts, I already got my new debit cards and my new drivers license and I ordered my new speedy cta Chicago card. All I really have to replace now is my library card, which is going to cost ONE dollar. I guess I can live with that. Also I ordered winter boots from some brand up in Canada. One of the huge selling points is that the boots were “salt and calcium resilient” and they have a zipper up the side. It snowed here in Chicago. Just like 2 inches but it was lovely and not too evil. Matt and I bought our first Christmas tree together. And I decorated it the best I could and I think it’s the cutest thing to ever be put on our living room floor (in your face, duck rug). My engagement ring is done and I can go pick it up from the post office today. I’m very excited to have it on my finger. And it’s going to be all shiny and beautiful. Pictures of course will be on Facebook.

Oh! Last Friday I got to see Stella live at the Vic Theater. They were so good and it made me so happy to see them. My favorite part is when they crack up over each other’s goofs. Oh Michael, Michael and David! Least favorite part of that night, record breaking lows, like 8 degrees Fahrenheit- are you kidding? And I’m afraid it’s only going to get worse.