Dylan

i'm back in the states, have been for a whole 10 days now.

i'm home, more specifically, and bored out of my mind now that the holidays are over. it's been raining for the past two or three days. because of this, my routine has been:
_wake up
_eat
_get rid of old things i no longer find necessary
_listen to musicks
_shower for no reason
_eat again
_use the phone a little (so some part of me makes it out of the house)
_and sleep
charleston for new year's with some of the barcelona crew should be a fun distraction. i have missed driving in my car listening to embarrassing music by myself.

i read a review of challengers in the rolling stone. they bashed it, and that made me mad. but zac efron was on the cover, so i guess they don't have much street cred anymore.

it is hard to type while listening to busdriver.
i would like some new music, someone. i'm serious. i just downloaded the old junior senior album. take pity. any suggestions?

buses when trains suddenly stop running

faber-castell "artist pens"

t.v. links

good reviews

scarves

japanese graphic design

fridays off

hand bills

cold weather (finally)

cashews

the internet

today i:

woke up to the warm spanish sun on my feet

saw barcelona from above

walked through the most intimate of streets

bought two bottles of wine for 5 euros

drank at least one of them by myself

hung out with two of our friends who finally got here.
(though one of each of their bags is apparently in africa)

received two free shots of tequila

bought a whole round of tequila shots for six people
in a bar that projected some old val kilmer movie on an imitation mona lisa

got lost in a club, only to find casey and madison back safely in our rooms..

sang every word to a killers song proudly. maybe because all the other kids sang it with such conviction, even when they didn't know what the words meant.

got yelled at by foreigners because we were being too loud, though it is ok for them to blast french rap at 5 am


i can't predict what could happen next if i tried.
and i like that.


but i surely do miss all of you.
i promise.

Love is a dress that you made
long to hide your knees


those aren't my words, but i couldn't have put it better myself.
one day we'll see this together, and know what real living is like
living at its finest
music is powerful
times like now,
maybe at its strongest
i could try all i wanted to describe this
my new home
it's odd:

preparing for what you know will be some kind of
forced artistic interpretation
devoid of something you lack
so far away

i'm not sad,
just trying to tell you what it's like.


today we found a sandwich/coffee shop
that we think we'll stick with

i hope i can get up early enough to get some coffee there, before our first meeting

we bought some candles and tapestries today for the room
and some double sided tape to decorate with.

now our place is cool
feels like home

maybe that's why everyone always ends up in here

some people may or may not look like mentally incapacitated poodles
said people may or may not be part of dog's bounty hunting team.

i leave the country in a week, and i leave home even sooner,
i can't really wrap my head around what is about to happen,
so i just stopped thinking about it so much.

most of the goodbyes are done with, so i guess the hard stuff is over?
packing is going to be a ghetto bitch.


this software mess i've been going through is slowly solving itself
which is good, as i have become an amateur hacker in order to get most of it.
i'm not good at it.
in fact:
i almost killed my laptop.
but it's ok, because it's alive now.

blah blah blah

for you guys, a list of expletive infixations from wikipedia:

* un-fucking-believable
* abso-fucking-lutely
* fan-fucking-tastic ("Terms of Endearment", 1983; The Departed, 2006)
* out-fucking-standing
* in-fucking-credible
* hi-fucking-larious
* inco-fucking-herent
* fan-damn-tastic (Earthsiege 2)
* guaran-damn-tee (Southwest American slang)
* "Ah, so loverly, sittin' abso-bloomin'-lutely still..." (from the song "Wouldn't It Be Loverly?" in the musical My Fair Lady)
* "the emanci-mother-fuckin-pator of the slaves" (from the musical Hair)
* "ri-goddamn-diculous" (attributed to a drunken John Wayne, in an address to graduating ROTC cadets, also used in the movies Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy, Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me and Haggard)
* "abso-fraggin'-lutely" (catch phrase of character John Sheridan in the television show Babylon 5)
* "Ala-fucking-bama" (used in the movie My Cousin Vinny)
* "I'd say that makes him a lia-fucking-bility." (from The Boondock Saints)
* "You don't look like your average horti-fucking-culturalist." (Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels)
* "Fan-smegging-tastic" (a fictional infix from Red Dwarf)
* "The war in Viet-fucking-nam!" (from the movie Forrest Gump)
* "Cinder-fucking-rella" (from Pretty Woman)
* Don't inter-fucking-rupt!
* "I'm not o-fucking-kay!" (from 'I'm Not Okay (I Promise)' by My Chemical Romance)
* "Leave me a-fuckin'-lone!" (from Glorious by Eddie Izzard)
* "Pay a-bloody-ttention!" (from Dressed to Kill by Eddie Izzard)

at the beginning of the summer, i felt stifled, in a couple of ways.
there was no one here at home for me to play with, or even interact with.
due to a whole 3 litters of kittens, the house greeted me much below the "i'm coming home for summer, i hope my home is clean and fresh and new-feeling" standards.
little furry spots everywhere.
the frustration with this yielded several artistic efforts, but those were soon halted by a harsh construction job (i have a farmer's tan, only amy will really know its severity).
but now i'm ending that, too.
i feel all these things finally coming.
my bank account is recovering from a pricey plane ticket
getting ready to be bruised again by a couple of gasoline chugging adventures.
and i'm more than ok with that.
a nice vacation to the higher peak of living, as they call it, and later to el capital.
i'm also more than ok with the beginning of a pottery collection:
a face jug
an oversized mug

tomorrow is a party in charleston, thrown by my sister and old college roommate.
a real dress-down, have fun thing. i'm going to make it signify my freedom from a job that, honestly, should be deemed inhumane. no man should shovel for 10 hours. not even john allen after he accidentally plays a song instead of adding it to a wonderful on-the-go playlist.
not.even.him.

and soon after that i will finally get some much needed time with amy
and god if i don't need that.

and after that, i plan on getting back into my previous reading routine, which mainly consists of finishing sandman before i go to barcelona, so that she can make herself feel better about how dinky her graphic novel section looks right now.
seriously.
southern fiction could totally take your graphic novel section right now.
don't know where that came from
is there a such thing as southern fiction?

i miss everyone, and cannot wait for the wheels to start turning.

so i'm all moved out.
when i leave tomorrow i won't see clemson for about 8 months, which is weird.

but i'm staying here until tomorrow to make up a spanish exam whose date/time i "mistook". my spanish teacher is a psycho.
and so are the people who run campus copy.
complete.
fake-tanned.
orange-skinned.
bleach-white-toothed.
all-related-to-eachothered.
bitches.

i'm glad that i'm still here, though. if i had left yesterday, i would never have had time with everyone. and it's ok, because i fought evil forces, and now my portfolio is in and my spanish grade will be restored to its original luster.

on a lighter note, we saw hot fuzz last night, it was really funny.
and absurd.

i'm glad that we can just say

night

and that means everything.

i am such a dick.
i just wish i had the time to reconcile.