Because everybody has to update their blog once in a while
Dear thousands of devoted Beta_Twin blog fans worldwide,
at least...sometimes I feel like I'm writing to a mass audience when i update this thing. i know it's not true...which is actually quite good. Every time I open a Rolling Stone there's always a tiny thing about the latest internet celebrity, whether its an avid YouTube video poster or a political blogger or just some random chick who writes a journal and posts pictures and, for whatever reason, attracts people's attention.
Maybe she has brilliant insights.
Maybe she's just hot.
So today I went to the city with Chris to accompany him on his apartment search. I myself am not looking for a Richmond apartment, I just had nothing better to do because I'm a waste of space. Also, Chris accompanied me on my suit-buying expedition because people wearing nice clothes scare me, including myself. I figured I owed him a favor.
Jonny is going to be Chris's room mate (Jonny, my skinny Greek friend from high school), so Yanni decided to give us his huge, bulking camera to take pictures of the places while he was at an interview for a job at Urban Outfitters (yes, Jonny is going to work at Urban Outfitters. Everybody make fun of him!...Although I do think he is just hip enough for the position...)
Anyway, Chris and I got lots of strange looks from people because we were basically just two random dudes out on the street taking pictures of their homes. I mean...if I saw people doing that around here I'd probably think it was odd.
Anyway, Chris found a couple really nice (really cheap) places. Most of them look like your typical, how-you-would-imagine-it, city style houses. Small two story deals with four separate apartments, a stoop, maybe some pillars of some sort...cracked sidewalks...
We met a landlord lady named Fran who had long dark curly hair and a New York accent (she also had a seeing-eye dog with her, but apparently she trains them as a volunteer, she seemed really nice) Her building, from the outside, looked like some kind of prison. Very red brick. Very square, Tiny windows...
The inside was a lot nicer but chris said it reminded him too much of a dorm. I would agree.
blah blah...I don't know what I'm doing. I've just been loafing around (like I said, waste of space). Boston still feels a ways off. I know Britni needs to save much more money before we can go, so I'm considering finding a part time deal around here...of course, I was planning to live with my parents in Williamsburg temporarily...so I'm not sure how I'd manage that. I doubt Chris wants me crashing at his place, wherever that is soon to be.
I think I'd rather just go to Williamsburg so I can be closer to Britni. I might just wait till we move down there and get a job then. Whatever. i don't know.
Living at home is wearing on me more and more. My mom doesn't understand Chris's desire to get out of here so fast...but I kind of do. We love our parents...that doesn't mean we have to like living with them...
It's not like they are unreasonable. AND it's not like they haven't helped us out a shitload. They HAVE. It's really just typical living with parents shit, little stuff. Mom nags about things, dad makes cracks about our smoking habits, the state of our rooms, the mess in the rec room (and the fact that it "smells like a brewery"). In the back of my mind I'm thinking, "Wait a sec...I'm fucking 22 years old, what the fuck am I still DOING HERE?!" then i remember, "Oh yeah! I'm lazy!"
not really though.
well yeah, kinda.
well yeah.....a lot...but I have a plan, sort of.
They say that your teenage years are the strangest years of your life, but I'd have to go with the Garden State point of view. These are definitely the weirdest. When you are a teen, you have a HOME. You don't have this disconnected feeling of impending doom and self-loathing that is hanging over my head this very moment. So i say, nay, people who say the teen years are the weirdest, NAY. THESE are easily the most strange and exciting years.
Sometimes I wish I were 5 again.
PS Britni's hot. I love her :D
at least...sometimes I feel like I'm writing to a mass audience when i update this thing. i know it's not true...which is actually quite good. Every time I open a Rolling Stone there's always a tiny thing about the latest internet celebrity, whether its an avid YouTube video poster or a political blogger or just some random chick who writes a journal and posts pictures and, for whatever reason, attracts people's attention.
Maybe she has brilliant insights.
Maybe she's just hot.
So today I went to the city with Chris to accompany him on his apartment search. I myself am not looking for a Richmond apartment, I just had nothing better to do because I'm a waste of space. Also, Chris accompanied me on my suit-buying expedition because people wearing nice clothes scare me, including myself. I figured I owed him a favor.
Jonny is going to be Chris's room mate (Jonny, my skinny Greek friend from high school), so Yanni decided to give us his huge, bulking camera to take pictures of the places while he was at an interview for a job at Urban Outfitters (yes, Jonny is going to work at Urban Outfitters. Everybody make fun of him!...Although I do think he is just hip enough for the position...)
Anyway, Chris and I got lots of strange looks from people because we were basically just two random dudes out on the street taking pictures of their homes. I mean...if I saw people doing that around here I'd probably think it was odd.
Anyway, Chris found a couple really nice (really cheap) places. Most of them look like your typical, how-you-would-imagine-it, city style houses. Small two story deals with four separate apartments, a stoop, maybe some pillars of some sort...cracked sidewalks...
We met a landlord lady named Fran who had long dark curly hair and a New York accent (she also had a seeing-eye dog with her, but apparently she trains them as a volunteer, she seemed really nice) Her building, from the outside, looked like some kind of prison. Very red brick. Very square, Tiny windows...
The inside was a lot nicer but chris said it reminded him too much of a dorm. I would agree.
blah blah...I don't know what I'm doing. I've just been loafing around (like I said, waste of space). Boston still feels a ways off. I know Britni needs to save much more money before we can go, so I'm considering finding a part time deal around here...of course, I was planning to live with my parents in Williamsburg temporarily...so I'm not sure how I'd manage that. I doubt Chris wants me crashing at his place, wherever that is soon to be.
I think I'd rather just go to Williamsburg so I can be closer to Britni. I might just wait till we move down there and get a job then. Whatever. i don't know.
Living at home is wearing on me more and more. My mom doesn't understand Chris's desire to get out of here so fast...but I kind of do. We love our parents...that doesn't mean we have to like living with them...
It's not like they are unreasonable. AND it's not like they haven't helped us out a shitload. They HAVE. It's really just typical living with parents shit, little stuff. Mom nags about things, dad makes cracks about our smoking habits, the state of our rooms, the mess in the rec room (and the fact that it "smells like a brewery"). In the back of my mind I'm thinking, "Wait a sec...I'm fucking 22 years old, what the fuck am I still DOING HERE?!" then i remember, "Oh yeah! I'm lazy!"
not really though.
well yeah, kinda.
well yeah.....a lot...but I have a plan, sort of.
They say that your teenage years are the strangest years of your life, but I'd have to go with the Garden State point of view. These are definitely the weirdest. When you are a teen, you have a HOME. You don't have this disconnected feeling of impending doom and self-loathing that is hanging over my head this very moment. So i say, nay, people who say the teen years are the weirdest, NAY. THESE are easily the most strange and exciting years.
Sometimes I wish I were 5 again.
PS Britni's hot. I love her :D