Interpol is soo fucking rad
Honestly. Do me a favor and listen to "Pace is the Trick," with its swirling, building chorus from the heavens and tell me it isn't genius. Banksie's voice gives me goose bumps, sonn.
Anyway, update. We are nigh 4 weeks into the semester and I've already missed two days of school, due to an oh so lethal combination of illness (thanks to the disaster sitting next to me in my Faulkner class this Monday, snotting all over everything, who is likely the source of my recent struggle with the fucking plague), exhaustion (note to self: move my boyfriend to a more reasonable time zone), and procrastination (which has led to a decided lack of completed assignments...bummer). I'm working on fixing this.
Speaking of everyone's favorite Canadian (or maybe just mine...Celine isn't really my type), Travis has informed me that our neighbors to the north are getting snow...in fucking September. Please shoot me in the face, I could never live there--New York weather is sketchy enough. So he's adorable and perfect and I want him here, not there, but I'm coping. He called drunk last night and told me he wanted to marry me...our one month anniversary is coming up in a couple of days. Yeah, I'm aware. I know on some level he really means it too, and for some odd reason this doesn't freak me out in the slightest. We shall see what happens soon enough.
Had a partial Molloy Honor's reunion at the back to school barbacue (presided over by the shittiest reggae group in the history of the universe, no lie); I've been seeing more of Renee which is always a good thing ;] I'm loving my Gap crew more and more every day (except Ben, on days ending with "y"...I bitched him out last night, he completely deserved it), but hating actually working there more as well. Lame, i know.
I keep getting phone calls from a strange man with a creepy Australian accent...I don't know him...what the hell.
Anyway, Interpol, go now.
*m
Anyway, update. We are nigh 4 weeks into the semester and I've already missed two days of school, due to an oh so lethal combination of illness (thanks to the disaster sitting next to me in my Faulkner class this Monday, snotting all over everything, who is likely the source of my recent struggle with the fucking plague), exhaustion (note to self: move my boyfriend to a more reasonable time zone), and procrastination (which has led to a decided lack of completed assignments...bummer). I'm working on fixing this.
Speaking of everyone's favorite Canadian (or maybe just mine...Celine isn't really my type), Travis has informed me that our neighbors to the north are getting snow...in fucking September. Please shoot me in the face, I could never live there--New York weather is sketchy enough. So he's adorable and perfect and I want him here, not there, but I'm coping. He called drunk last night and told me he wanted to marry me...our one month anniversary is coming up in a couple of days. Yeah, I'm aware. I know on some level he really means it too, and for some odd reason this doesn't freak me out in the slightest. We shall see what happens soon enough.
Had a partial Molloy Honor's reunion at the back to school barbacue (presided over by the shittiest reggae group in the history of the universe, no lie); I've been seeing more of Renee which is always a good thing ;] I'm loving my Gap crew more and more every day (except Ben, on days ending with "y"...I bitched him out last night, he completely deserved it), but hating actually working there more as well. Lame, i know.
I keep getting phone calls from a strange man with a creepy Australian accent...I don't know him...what the hell.
Anyway, Interpol, go now.
*m