Jam-packed
It's been a rather busy few days. Thursday Tom managed to convince me to go outdoors, where people and things are, with his friends Julie and Jeff. Tom made sandwiches and we walked over to Jeff's house; Julie drove us all up to New Hampshire to see a waterfall that she saw on swimmingholes.org. We stopped by a Market Basket in New Hampshire which, like supermarkets in the UK, sells alcohol. I got some Ciderjacks (even though I left my ID in the car) and almost got carded again when I went back to get some godawful Kahlua White Russians that nobody drank. I made sure to go to the same cashier as the one I got the ciders and snacks from, but she changed over right as I was coming up, and I could tell that when the bag man (I say man as he was in his 70s) said, "Finally...someone who knows what they're doing". But he said I was fine and I ended up putting the lot on my credit card (which finally arrived the day before, which was why we ended up going to Whole Foods on Wednesday).
We find the place fairly easily, only the "waterfall" is actually about 5 feet high and not very Robin-Hood-shower-looking. I got there and promptly leaned against a tree with a gross, dead, huge caterpillar on with lashings of green slime oozing out of it. I didn't look back at it, but luckily Julie had some wet wipes to erase the embarrassment of being the complete Paris Hilton-esque idiot that nature didn't agree with. I was like the annoying girlfriend in a movie that the main character's kids hate because they don't like bugs or ripping out fish guts in a family bonding moment. Still, the whole idea of four goth kids traipsing up to New Hampshire to see a waterfall while listening to Joy Division was pretty amusing. So we got drunk off of cider and piled home, stopping by to pick up some illegal fireworks from this makeshift store that was set up next to a porn shop. The whole trip was nice apart from a moment where Jeff kept probing why I didn't do experience drugs in any way, but the awkwardness dissipated. I also peed outside for the first time since I was a little kid, which was difficult when you're tipsy, wearing jeans and realising there's a road on the other side of the hill that you're mooning.
Friday was the 4th of July. Tom and I got very, very drunk with his friend Robbie at our house - in fact, Robbie was so drunk he kept trying to use Tom's broken cellphone to call this girl that he liked (he hid it well before). He got all upset and was talking about some really deep stuff that I wouldn't repeat in an online (even though unread) journal. We then went to the fireworks display at the Wharf with coke bottles half-filled with rum, and filmed some of the celebrate-the-independence-of-your-country-by-blowing-up-a-small-part-of-it festivities. I got introduced to Robbie's uncle who was working down at the Wharf, and one of his friends gave me her number because she felt bad for me when, 5 seconds later, Robbie had dragged off Tom and left me there. Luckily that was just temporary, but Robbie's an aggressive bastard when he's drunk (he kept grappling Tom's neck and punching him randomly). On the way home we ended up talking to random people, and Tom lit off a bunch of fireworks from the porch. The night ended rather badly, though, with Tom just crashing at Robbie's and me on the phone to my Dad. I'd rather just forget it all happened.
Everybody was so hung over the next day that Robbie couldn't even remember what happened (or how violently he threw up). I finally got out of bed at 10pm and around midnight Tom and I went to the Beer Works for....water and fries. Lots of water. I had finally gotten paid, so Sunday we went out for the food of the gods that is garlic noodles and sushi (and more water).
We've been looking at a lot of apartments lately, but I'm so picky that I keep finding something wrong with everything. Either it's the location or something odd, like how in one apartment that was right off the Commons, we left thinking:
Me: Oh, what a nice place.
Tom: Yes, it was nice, I liked it a lot.
Me: The living room was a bit small though.
Tom: Wait...there was no living room.
Me: Oh. Crap...
Or this one apartment that was cheap, right off the Commons again, only the bathroom was directly facing the living room. Like, three people sit in silence and stare at the television (which, along with all the other furniture, came with the apartment), and can hear the sounds of someone pooping in the bathroom, and that person is facing the door. I don't have IBS or anything, but I don't think I can handle anyone hearing my toilet usage, or have to walk past a ton of beer-swilling, pot-chuffing blokes in a towel because 17 of Tom's friends randomly decide to show up (this happens more often than usual, but not usually with a ton of people).
I figure if I can overshoot my budget and get a roommate, then things might be okay. Somehow I just think it would be better to take a cheap, tenant-at-will place, and worry about finding a roommate and/or bigger/more expensive place when our financial situation is more stable. I just hate being trapped in a lease in a crappy place, or being trapped in a lease with no way out financially. This really is the wrong time to be looking for an apartment.
Tom and I also saw WALL-E today. And it was fucking AMAZING. I was so worried that 1) He was going to be too cute 2) There would be too many kids in the theater 3) There would be too much dialogue. I was wrong on all three! It had so much social commentary going on (particuarly US-based) that it worked on so many levels. That, and the detail in the animation really demands repeat viewing, especially since we missed the opening short and sat so close that when stuff whizzed by, I thought my eyes were spinning around in my head trying to keep up.
We ended up staying at the mall and buying a bunch of cool video games. Tom finally got his World of Warcraft game, but is now struggling to port forward (something we couldn't do for uTorrent) and I got a bunch of cool-coloured towels - dark purple, and black. Black towels!!!!!
Tom is making brownies, but I have to wait until they cool down.