talking politics real loud in the appalachian mountains

-this is my friend, lauren, in her "thinkin' and drinkin'" spot- the fire escape out the window of her new room. I am slightly jealous- it's a beautiful room with two adjacent windows- both with fire escape access (unfortunately putting her room in direct risk of being broken in to by all those baltimore hooligans) but I shouldn't complain- my room may be underground, but my landlady seriously rules. she is putting in a motion-sensor flood light by the back door and apparently flowers have appeared in our backyard! dinowhore valley 4 life! (or at least the coming semesters!)

funny story- so we were in lauren's new room, and I was exploring the fire escape when I looked down and saw a faded old area/bathroom rug crumpled beneath the escape- in the divider between the two houses. I recalled a far-off night of drunken debaucheries (some of which I was a part of- albeit, sober) something having to do with a party at 1402 gone sour and me and a bunch of my friends found refuge in the ever-so-kind hospitality of becca rogers, who lived on the top floor of the house. everyone (or three people) started getting sick all at once, one on this very area/bathroom rug. I picked it up, anticipating just rinsing it off in the sink or something, but upon asking a now-frazzled becca, she just told me to "throw it out the window". I followed my instructions and then tried to help a hopeless mel find a bathroom (with out success, I might add). that was kind of a silly story.

anyway, I'm currently on a family roadtrip, so far we've been to ruckersville (?) virginia and we are currently roughing it in the appalachian mountains with my aunt and uncle and the neighboring dog who likes to maul plastic 5 gallon buckets. my sister broke my supersampler today, we'll see if I can find it in my heart to forgive her, or she'll just have to buy me a new one (my third one at that)

I originally came here to write about something tj told me, but I'm feeling less compelled to try and get serious. I guess I'm feeling pretty happy right now. it was something about "first world problems" actually, that's all he said to me, but I've been thinking about it a lot lately, what he could have meant in saying that to me. I mean, it makes sense- I'm being very very very petty in the grand scheme of things. silly things like crying over songs that make you remember too much aren't things you'd bother worrying about if your problems are bigger. do you get what I am saying? everything I complain about I wouldn't be complaining about if I didn't have a home or parents or food or money. but I do, so what else should I do but get upset over something else- something that will assuredly be more trivial than the world's problems. and yeah, yeah, I feel pretty stupid for giving my sister the silent treatment for two hours after she broke my camera, but it fucking pissed me off at the time. and the morning after, I realized I could have pressed "skip" when that song came on, but at two in the morning, all I really wanted to do was cry about the imagery that I can't seem to escape while listening to that song and know that I will never ever again have a chance to make that real. I mean, I am a ridiculous person sometimes (ok, a lot of times) but that's just who I am.


my uncle is loud and my dad keeps farting. oh my god. what the fuck.