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I just wrote the most melodramatic sob-story of an entry. I promptly deleted it, partly because it was naseating and partly because a song came on that made it seem silly. Sure, I don't have a job. Sure, I hate feeling like a mooch at home. Sure, I cringe every time I take money out because I know nothing is being deposited. But things aren't so bad -- I get to sleep late in an air-conditioned house and eat meat, cheese, and bread, as fit for a budding-foodie like myself. To earn my keep, my dad peppers me with golf lessons, determined to figure out what's wrong with my swing in order to prepare me for the Hudac Golf Open/Reunion this weekend. I'm alright with this arrangement; I miss the competition of organized sport and with each solid drive, I can feel my frustrations melt away.
It was somewhat traumatic leaving my apartment of two years, 818 East 57th Street. I had enough trouble pulling up the carpets and pawning off my unbought furniture on underclassmen, and I wasn't expecting to feel so utterly alone after Anna left. No computer or stereo or CD player to distract myself with music. Just sitting alone on my balcony, eating double-chocolate cake and beer, which was surprisingly soothing to a point of possible addiction. I'm looking forward to putting together a new apartment, as soon as I land a job and a loan from my parents.
Right after leaving Chicago, I went to Emerald Isle, North Carolina with my family for a weeks vacation. And since we all know that photos are my favorite part of all LJ entries... here are some photos.
My family has finally recognized my skill with a hamburger, largely developed and influenced by my dear friend Ryan Murphy. Note Nick's hair in this picture because I promptly gave him a haircut at my mother's insistence:
Disregard his face. It was an excellant haircut. See?
Note the color of my skin after two days:
No, no trick lighting. I was scarlet for a few days. What you can't tell in this picture is that despite my 100% #FF000 face is that the rest of my body is a smattering of red and pasty white, splotchy like a peppermint candy. Anyway, the most exciting thing perhaps to occur in my life... a tornado!
It was the first time I've ever seen anything like it, and it was at its closest maybe 200 yards away. Crimmeny, now I understand what those meterologists were going bonkers over in Twister. You could feel the wind. You could watch it just pick up lawn chairs and roof tiles and fling them into the ocean. Of course, my family wisely marvelled over this phenomena on the third floor wooden porch. Here's our posed "scared" reactions:
Mellow vacation overall... gave me plenty of time to play with my new iPod, my graduation present. Woot!
It was somewhat traumatic leaving my apartment of two years, 818 East 57th Street. I had enough trouble pulling up the carpets and pawning off my unbought furniture on underclassmen, and I wasn't expecting to feel so utterly alone after Anna left. No computer or stereo or CD player to distract myself with music. Just sitting alone on my balcony, eating double-chocolate cake and beer, which was surprisingly soothing to a point of possible addiction. I'm looking forward to putting together a new apartment, as soon as I land a job and a loan from my parents.
Right after leaving Chicago, I went to Emerald Isle, North Carolina with my family for a weeks vacation. And since we all know that photos are my favorite part of all LJ entries... here are some photos.
My family has finally recognized my skill with a hamburger, largely developed and influenced by my dear friend Ryan Murphy. Note Nick's hair in this picture because I promptly gave him a haircut at my mother's insistence:
Disregard his face. It was an excellant haircut. See?
Note the color of my skin after two days:
No, no trick lighting. I was scarlet for a few days. What you can't tell in this picture is that despite my 100% #FF000 face is that the rest of my body is a smattering of red and pasty white, splotchy like a peppermint candy. Anyway, the most exciting thing perhaps to occur in my life... a tornado!
It was the first time I've ever seen anything like it, and it was at its closest maybe 200 yards away. Crimmeny, now I understand what those meterologists were going bonkers over in Twister. You could feel the wind. You could watch it just pick up lawn chairs and roof tiles and fling them into the ocean. Of course, my family wisely marvelled over this phenomena on the third floor wooden porch. Here's our posed "scared" reactions:
Mellow vacation overall... gave me plenty of time to play with my new iPod, my graduation present. Woot!