Stale pudding mix, contrary to popular belief, does not make a good adhesive.
Okay, so, been a while since I updated the old livejournal. Sorry for the delay, but I think the fan club will appreciate it. To start off with, I think I'll go back to Easter Break.
Enter Easter Break, '06. Wednesday: Marlton Diner. Order: Pancakes, and a Black and White Milkshake. The milkshake was delicious, rivaled only by Milkboy Coffee Cafe's milkshakes, which will be discussed later. The Pancakes, on the other hand... Yeah, you get the idea. It wasn't that they were really bad, they just weren't... good. Their eggs and bacon, however, are delicious. As are their homefries. Uneventful night, I think I actually went to bed early.
Thursday was pretty lametastic. I didn't acomplish much, except for mowing the lawn.
Thursday evening, however, turned out to be pretty ill. John and I met at the Reading Terminal Market for some Good Eats (Thanks, Alton) and had some turkey from the delicious turkey place there. It was, as previously stated, delicious. We then headed to the Franklin Institute, in hopes of going to the Body Works exhibit, but, alas, to our dismay, it was sold out until 7:30. As we did not have until 7:30, but had already deposited our money into the coffers of the city, aka the parking meters, we decided (or rather, I decided... John followed, perhaps) that Rittenhouse Square would be a good idea. Here is a brief synopsis. After the RS discussion, we went to the Barnes and Nobel, and then decided that our parking meter was probably running so we parted ways at the train station.
The train ride home was brutal. First, there was an arrogant old guy who "knew" that his hat was a nice hat. I wanted to fucking punch this guy's jaw in. Some random train passenger commented on his hat, and the old fart responded, "I know." In fact, the conversation was, "Nice hat. -I know." I stared at this guy, wondering to myself where he bought his ego, and finally decided it was pointless to bother... he'd probably keel soon anyway. And then there was this mother who kept "ssshhhing" her child. This woman I wanted to slap. She failed to realize that she was being more annoying than her child. Her kid wanted to talk. He was actually being quite cute because he was having, or rather, attempting to have a discussion with his mother, which was basically him asking questions. But she kept fucking "ssshhhing" him. Gah, it was living end.
The rest of the week/end was pretty normal. Nothing too outstanding to write on.
On Monday I went to the Body Works exhibit with my mom and brother and it was really interesting. To anyone that didn't go, you missed out, and, really, it sucks for you, because, even if you had a hatred for the sciences, this was something that was simply worth the experience. Afterwards, we went to lunch at a nice chinese resturant, which was quite delectable.
The week sort of floated by. Nothing here.
Friday afternoon was aggravating. First, some fucktard decides that a rainy day is a good day to drive like a crazy fucking lunatic. (Thanks Admiral Redundancy) This fucker tried the old "go down the left lane and when I realize that I am a moron but really I tried to get ahead and no one let me in I force my way in" and failed. So when he tried it again, and I am there, and someone is in front of me turning, to make it into a small gap between cars, this fucker quite nearly takes off my bumper with his fucking SUV. Fucking crash your death box, dick. And then at Dunkin' Donuts, and this is really starting to get annoying, I asked for a little bit of cream in my coffee. I didn't ask for a fucking liquid snowstorm of hazelnut goodness, I asked for a little bit of cream and sugar. That's two distinct terms there. Little bit of cream and sugar. What do I get? A fucking white-out of hazelnut lack of sugarness. Coffee and Cream without sugar is like eating shit. It doesn't taste good.
Friday night was fun. I went to Milkboy with John and DiMarc, and Marie Bardi showed up. I had an utterly delicious milkshake, as well as two cookies, and a cup of coffee. There was a good movie on, which I had seen before, but it was severely ruined by the lack of sound. We found some thoroughly entertaining pictures to draw on in the Philadelphia Weekly and enjoyed our cafe evening.
And then there was Saturday night. Me, DiMarc, Joe Wolfe, Kurt, John, and Jim went to Friday's for dinner. It was entertaining, and, might I add, quite good. Potstickers are delicious. After that, we had a fun time in the parking lot, blasting some kickass Talib Kwali and me powersliding into a parking space. Joe went home, as did Kurt, and eventually Jim had to as well. Finally, John had to go too, so it was DiMarc and I left with the goal of DiMarc finding his prom date. Needless to say, he has one. At least, I think he does.
Dry your tears and be not disheartened, for I will write a true rant in due time.
Enter Easter Break, '06. Wednesday: Marlton Diner. Order: Pancakes, and a Black and White Milkshake. The milkshake was delicious, rivaled only by Milkboy Coffee Cafe's milkshakes, which will be discussed later. The Pancakes, on the other hand... Yeah, you get the idea. It wasn't that they were really bad, they just weren't... good. Their eggs and bacon, however, are delicious. As are their homefries. Uneventful night, I think I actually went to bed early.
Thursday was pretty lametastic. I didn't acomplish much, except for mowing the lawn.
Thursday evening, however, turned out to be pretty ill. John and I met at the Reading Terminal Market for some Good Eats (Thanks, Alton) and had some turkey from the delicious turkey place there. It was, as previously stated, delicious. We then headed to the Franklin Institute, in hopes of going to the Body Works exhibit, but, alas, to our dismay, it was sold out until 7:30. As we did not have until 7:30, but had already deposited our money into the coffers of the city, aka the parking meters, we decided (or rather, I decided... John followed, perhaps) that Rittenhouse Square would be a good idea. Here is a brief synopsis. After the RS discussion, we went to the Barnes and Nobel, and then decided that our parking meter was probably running so we parted ways at the train station.
The train ride home was brutal. First, there was an arrogant old guy who "knew" that his hat was a nice hat. I wanted to fucking punch this guy's jaw in. Some random train passenger commented on his hat, and the old fart responded, "I know." In fact, the conversation was, "Nice hat. -I know." I stared at this guy, wondering to myself where he bought his ego, and finally decided it was pointless to bother... he'd probably keel soon anyway. And then there was this mother who kept "ssshhhing" her child. This woman I wanted to slap. She failed to realize that she was being more annoying than her child. Her kid wanted to talk. He was actually being quite cute because he was having, or rather, attempting to have a discussion with his mother, which was basically him asking questions. But she kept fucking "ssshhhing" him. Gah, it was living end.
The rest of the week/end was pretty normal. Nothing too outstanding to write on.
On Monday I went to the Body Works exhibit with my mom and brother and it was really interesting. To anyone that didn't go, you missed out, and, really, it sucks for you, because, even if you had a hatred for the sciences, this was something that was simply worth the experience. Afterwards, we went to lunch at a nice chinese resturant, which was quite delectable.
The week sort of floated by. Nothing here.
Friday afternoon was aggravating. First, some fucktard decides that a rainy day is a good day to drive like a crazy fucking lunatic. (Thanks Admiral Redundancy) This fucker tried the old "go down the left lane and when I realize that I am a moron but really I tried to get ahead and no one let me in I force my way in" and failed. So when he tried it again, and I am there, and someone is in front of me turning, to make it into a small gap between cars, this fucker quite nearly takes off my bumper with his fucking SUV. Fucking crash your death box, dick. And then at Dunkin' Donuts, and this is really starting to get annoying, I asked for a little bit of cream in my coffee. I didn't ask for a fucking liquid snowstorm of hazelnut goodness, I asked for a little bit of cream and sugar. That's two distinct terms there. Little bit of cream and sugar. What do I get? A fucking white-out of hazelnut lack of sugarness. Coffee and Cream without sugar is like eating shit. It doesn't taste good.
Friday night was fun. I went to Milkboy with John and DiMarc, and Marie Bardi showed up. I had an utterly delicious milkshake, as well as two cookies, and a cup of coffee. There was a good movie on, which I had seen before, but it was severely ruined by the lack of sound. We found some thoroughly entertaining pictures to draw on in the Philadelphia Weekly and enjoyed our cafe evening.
And then there was Saturday night. Me, DiMarc, Joe Wolfe, Kurt, John, and Jim went to Friday's for dinner. It was entertaining, and, might I add, quite good. Potstickers are delicious. After that, we had a fun time in the parking lot, blasting some kickass Talib Kwali and me powersliding into a parking space. Joe went home, as did Kurt, and eventually Jim had to as well. Finally, John had to go too, so it was DiMarc and I left with the goal of DiMarc finding his prom date. Needless to say, he has one. At least, I think he does.
Dry your tears and be not disheartened, for I will write a true rant in due time.