Let's Walk Around Some More

I always want to hear that. I always want to go on adventures at least once a week. I always want to see new and relevant movies once a week with the opposite sex. I always want women that enjoy the outdoors.

I always hate people that think they're ahead of you in life. Even though your lack of cynicism makes you better than those people. This album is for us.



El Guincho-Alegranza
This isn't a music blog but today, december 15, it was 64 degrees. this is music for that kind of day.

Kruschev

So the kids in the lounge fucked with my door and I for the early part of the year. I eventually got over it, started to laugh at the mayonnaise-filled condoms on the door handle, began referring to three of the four lounge-dwellers as "best friend." The fourth lounge dweller, whom we will refer to as Kruschev or K for short, was never that much fun. So the other guys in the lounge openly make fun of me but I am in on the joke; it is acceptable, it's our pastime, it helps us remain sane. Kruschev takes it upon himself to openly be a dick not just to me but everyone else on our floor - and he's serious about it too. Kruschev makes it known, by way of a fuck you or hey stupid, that he is not happy to see you in the hallway or the elevator. When I am invited by the other lounge-dwellers into their stupid fucking quad room to have a discussion regarding lounge/floor relations, Kruschev turns off the lights in an effort to get me to leave. Unrelated, Kruschev takes it upon himself to place stickers of the anonymous skate shop that (presumably) sponsors him everywhere, making the asshole ever present no matter where you are. Stop sign at 13th and Berks: stupid fucking sticker. Train station: stupid fucking sticker. Elevator: stupid fucking sticker.

Kruschev is the only person that is unanimously disliked by the good-natured people of the floor.

Saturday night Branmuffin and I thought it was a good time to get the lounge. It'd been a few weeks since the last incident between their door and mine, things were getting too quiet. Unbeknownst to me, the three loungers I was on decent terms with had left for the weekend. Kruschev was holding down the fort with some people we'd never met before and a girl on our floor who is rarely not in the lounge. Branmuffin and I acquired peanut butter and smeared it on their doorhandle. There was a bit too much commotion because the girl came out to confront us. We fled before there could be consequences. We came out of hiding and about seven minutes later, there's Kruschev spitting (he has a tendency to do this rather than talking) at me in front of the elevators.
"Stop putting shit on my fucking door!"
"You do it to my door all the time."
"No I don't!"
"Yes you do."
"That's the other three!"
"Well?"
"Stop it because I have to clean it up! Sick of it!"
(walks away)
"Wow, I forgot you're the nicest guy any of us have ever met, forgive me!"

I was proud, he pretty much looked like the asshole we always made him out to be. Then I started to feel bad. Then I started writing an apology in my head because I remembered the day before, Kruschev had tried to get in on the whole "best friend" thing I have with the other three. I pretty much blew him off. So now I felt like the dick. Until tonight when I saw the ever-present lounge queen. We are always more than civil to each other. I thought I'd ask her thoughts. Was I as much a dick as I felt I was? Apparently not. Kruschev thinks everyone on the floor is fucking stupid and hates the way everyone acts (conformists, gah, sk8board angst!) and frankly she does too. Well then, fuck you.

CNE

"We had the craziest night ever. We ground/grinded on girls we didn't even know. They bought us drinks. We have the Sharpie slash on our wrist to prove we were there. We came back, we recounted."
-11th Floor Life Br0s

Chapter 1. Silly Faces by the Microwave
Chapter 2. I Cry Up and Down the Hallway and Call Otherwise Fragile Guys Assholes
Chapter 3. Drunk Confessions About Peeing on Your Ex-boyfriend
Chapter 4. I Eat My Ramen Alone
Chapter 5. This Hallway is Cramped, I'm Sorry We Bumped Knees
Chapter 6. A Press Conference
Chapter 7. Myspacing Tom Hodges
Chapter 8. Peanut Butter Connie Revenge
Chapter 9. Flight
Chapter 10. In Which I Am Accosted by a Sensitive Foreign Skateboarder
Chapter 11. Best Actor in a Supporting Roll
Chapter 12. Prank Phone Calls, or, "Is that what they're calling it these days?"
Chapter 13. Closure through Cleaning

I live on the 11th floor of Hardwick Hall with a bunch of special people, 85% of whom are wonderful, 10% are totally awful and the remaining 5 are constantly in hiding. Saturday nights usually dissolve into some kind of madness. Last night was no different except that it was probably the most enjoyable. There was so much wonderful stimulation and electricty between me and other human beings that I usually found myself yelling, impassioned, seemingly pissed the fuck off, at Justin (who is a good guy.) So we broke the night into different chapters and that's about all of them that I remember. I had a crisis of personality when I peanut buttered someone's doorhandle and I want to talk about that sometime. Also, I threw a box of pound cake onto the ground with a good deal of force until it broke up into a thousand crumbs, joining the egg roll wrappers, dirty plastic forks and ripped up orange peel on the dusty maroon carpet. This wasn't in my character and I could barely live with myself the rest of the night until Chelley Welly broke out the vacuum and I achieved closure through cleaning.

The End.

Give Me Coffee and TV

On this day of negative feeling and thinking, amidst an impenetrable lack of sleep (something shared by all freshman,) and a feeling of total lack of any real knowledge...


BLUR HAVE OFFICIALLY REUNITED.

Jubilee indeed, Damon. Thanks for putting your globetrotting aside for five fucking minutes. Graham, thanks for forgetting about trying to be Stephen Malkmus. Alex, thanks for not doing much of anything since the break-up aside writing a book. About your band. And David, I hope you lose that general election because you have some songs to practice.

Now is a great time to reevaluate/familiarize yourself with Blur's catalog. I guess you should start with Parklife. From there it's all you but make sure you give Think Tank a chance.

Thx Damon.