Monday, May 30, 2005
Kick It!
I don't know what that means in this context.
I know it's been a while. I apologize.
One reason it's been so long is because... well... I've been having an affair. Virtual Paper is not the only blog in my life anymore. It and I had a talk, and it's willing to be "inexclusive" with me, and I'm very grateful for that. I'm so thankful that it allows me to see my new blog, which is the group blog for the writing students that I'll be working with in August. It's kinda cool. It seems that most of the people in my program are significantly older than I am. Eh, that's okay. I'll bring something immature to the table. Haha.
Anyway, Joshua just left from his weekend here, which was an excessively good time as always. We enjoyed some time with the band, some drinkin' time at Mad Mex, and some unforgetably awesome time bowling, drinking, and playing darts with Mr. Richard Johns, which is always a good time. We also did our fair share of lounging around like slugs, which is an important part of any weekend.
Other than that there's really not much exciting going on here. I'll hopefully be seeing DMB in concert next weekend, which is pretty awesome. Oh! And speaking of concerts, Benvenurinarytractinfection and I went to see Sarah McLachlan at Mellon Arena a few days ago, and I have to say, it was really really awesome. She didn't miss a note the entire concert, and had this real energy... like you could tell she loved every minute of it. She picked a great selection of songs for the set, and it was awesome to see her run around and play all kinds of instruments. She also had a sort of small-venue feel when she talked between songs, and that's always nice. So, in short, if you ever get the chance to see Sarah McLachlan live, do it. It's chotchtacular. I was very very impressed.
Hmm... I think I'm going to go eat a chocolate chip cookie.
I know it's been a while. I apologize.
One reason it's been so long is because... well... I've been having an affair. Virtual Paper is not the only blog in my life anymore. It and I had a talk, and it's willing to be "inexclusive" with me, and I'm very grateful for that. I'm so thankful that it allows me to see my new blog, which is the group blog for the writing students that I'll be working with in August. It's kinda cool. It seems that most of the people in my program are significantly older than I am. Eh, that's okay. I'll bring something immature to the table. Haha.
Anyway, Joshua just left from his weekend here, which was an excessively good time as always. We enjoyed some time with the band, some drinkin' time at Mad Mex, and some unforgetably awesome time bowling, drinking, and playing darts with Mr. Richard Johns, which is always a good time. We also did our fair share of lounging around like slugs, which is an important part of any weekend.
Other than that there's really not much exciting going on here. I'll hopefully be seeing DMB in concert next weekend, which is pretty awesome. Oh! And speaking of concerts, Benvenurinarytractinfection and I went to see Sarah McLachlan at Mellon Arena a few days ago, and I have to say, it was really really awesome. She didn't miss a note the entire concert, and had this real energy... like you could tell she loved every minute of it. She picked a great selection of songs for the set, and it was awesome to see her run around and play all kinds of instruments. She also had a sort of small-venue feel when she talked between songs, and that's always nice. So, in short, if you ever get the chance to see Sarah McLachlan live, do it. It's chotchtacular. I was very very impressed.
Hmm... I think I'm going to go eat a chocolate chip cookie.
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Acoustigasm
Oh Rexy, you're soooo sexy!
A Great Fall attended open mic night at the Rex theater on the South Side this past Monday. We played three songs (that's the max you can perform at open mic), and we seemed to get a very good response from both the audience and the owners of the club. For one thing, it seemed that all the other acts at open mic night were either solo male guitarists/singers, or male guitar/singer duets. I was the first (and only, from the ones we saw) female to perform, and Jase was the first (and only, from what we saw) person to play the piano, and we were the first (once again, and only, from what we saw) group to have an acoustic bass, and we were the only trio we saw there. So, I really think we stood out amongst the solo guitar males. Dudes playing acoustic guitar start to sound similar after a while, but I'm confident that we brought something new and refreshing to the table. The owner guys approached us when we were done and asked us to come back again, and mentioned that sometimes they pull people that play on the open mic nights to open for national acts. I didn't see them say that to anyone else, so that made us feel pretty pleased.
More importantly than any of this, however, is the fact that it was really really fun to play acoustically. The band even agreed that a couple of our songs sound much better acoustic (Photographs, for example.) So, yes. That was good. We'll be back there Monday night again, so anyone in the Pittsburgh area should come down and see us. We'll be the ones kicking ass.
Not much else is going on. Just preparing for grad school and whatnot. Momma's still staying with my Grandmother, but she'll probably be home on Thursday. Haha... time to get rid of all the empty pizza boxes.
I feel good today. The ladies at work were loopy today, and that's always fun. Office humor isn't too bad when it's close to the end of the day and everyone's a little ridiculous.
Ah well. I think it's time for me to start thinking about dinner.
Peace out homies.
A Great Fall attended open mic night at the Rex theater on the South Side this past Monday. We played three songs (that's the max you can perform at open mic), and we seemed to get a very good response from both the audience and the owners of the club. For one thing, it seemed that all the other acts at open mic night were either solo male guitarists/singers, or male guitar/singer duets. I was the first (and only, from the ones we saw) female to perform, and Jase was the first (and only, from what we saw) person to play the piano, and we were the first (once again, and only, from what we saw) group to have an acoustic bass, and we were the only trio we saw there. So, I really think we stood out amongst the solo guitar males. Dudes playing acoustic guitar start to sound similar after a while, but I'm confident that we brought something new and refreshing to the table. The owner guys approached us when we were done and asked us to come back again, and mentioned that sometimes they pull people that play on the open mic nights to open for national acts. I didn't see them say that to anyone else, so that made us feel pretty pleased.
More importantly than any of this, however, is the fact that it was really really fun to play acoustically. The band even agreed that a couple of our songs sound much better acoustic (Photographs, for example.) So, yes. That was good. We'll be back there Monday night again, so anyone in the Pittsburgh area should come down and see us. We'll be the ones kicking ass.
Not much else is going on. Just preparing for grad school and whatnot. Momma's still staying with my Grandmother, but she'll probably be home on Thursday. Haha... time to get rid of all the empty pizza boxes.
I feel good today. The ladies at work were loopy today, and that's always fun. Office humor isn't too bad when it's close to the end of the day and everyone's a little ridiculous.
Ah well. I think it's time for me to start thinking about dinner.
Peace out homies.
Saturday, May 14, 2005
One Classy Broad
I haven't written in a long time. This is because as of late I have been sending chapters of my "work of literary genius" to Jason, which has inspired me to write more of it. As I have mentioned in previous blogs, I am hesitant to send it to those with which I went to school, because they will formulate incorrect opinions of what the writing "means," as it starts out in "college," and I don't want people to think it's a mirror of my life, because, although it bears resemblance, it is a fictional story. That said, I will revert back to my point. (Somehow Mike's Hard Lemonade makes me use words like "revert.") Anywho...
So anyway, I've been writing more of my work of literary genius lately. I don't know if anyone from Mrs. Nicolia's class reads this blog, but if they do, they may remember that the "work of literary genius" started in Sherry Nicolia's class. I had no desire whatsoever to listen to what this power-suit-wearing, long blond haired bitch had to say about special education, so instead of paying attention in class, I began writing this cheesy story. As I wrote it, the characters kinda grew on me, and the story grew as well. Now, three years later, I am continuing the story, and developing it into something half-decent. As I will be enrolling in writing courses come fall, (A "great" fall? Perhaps...) I've been inspired to write some more, and it is becoming more and more realistic that this tale I've been formulating may actually end up somewhere important. That theory has made me pay more attention to it, and I'm glad... because I really think it's quite good. Jeremy and Leia have been part of my life for 4 years now. I can't abandon them... they're my friends in a way, and I have to make sure they end up okay, one way or another.
Anyway, the whole point of that was to explain to any blog-readers that I haven't been writing because I've been spending my writing time on other writing projects. Unfortunately this may become a constant problem when I'm writing for school all the time. Although, quite honestly, I can't freakin' wait. I'm really pumped. Anyway...
So I went to Joe Marflak (sp?)'s party tonight with Jase, his friend Flannery, (Yes, that is her name), and a girl that went to my high school, Kristen. We actually had a pretty good time... I drank a bit, and we played Uno, which I hadn't played since I was maaaaybe...... 7? So... it was a pretty good time. The party ended way too early in my humble opinion, however, so here I am. I looked cute today, too. It's a shame I wasn't out longer to expose my cuteness to the world.
Ouch. I have the hiccups.
My mother is staying with her mother, (my grandmother, obviously, for those who can't do the math.) and I've had the house to myself for more than two weeks now. It's kinda nice. However, I always thought that if I lived by myself I'd be way responsible and do everything right. I have proven myself wrong in this respect. I can count three different light fixtures whose bulbs have burnt out, and I have not had the energy to replace them. How pathetic is that? I would rather live in darkness than go to the f-ing closet and get some f-ing light bulbs. That's pretty sad. Maybe I'm really not ready for my own place. At 23 that's a pathetic thought to think, but eh.
I still have the hiccups. WTF.
For some reason as of late, I've been giving an extra amount of thought to my hot boyfriend. I feel weird, since I've been working full time and visiting my mom, practicing with the band, or hanging out with Sarah in the non-working hours. I feel like I haven't given my hot boyfriend the time that I should be giving him. He deserves better than the occasional text message saying "can't talk tonight - hell is breaking loose." Hot boyfriend, if you're reading this, you're awesome. And I can't wait to see you.
Hot boyfriend gets bashful when I bring up stuff like this, so I'll move on.
I drove Sarah to Franklin today, and met up with her parents for lunch. They are really freakin' funny people. We had a good time. I don't know why I felt the need to mention that, I just... felt the need to mention that.
I think I'd like to go visit the DC area for Memorial Day weekend. Boys/Jaime in the DC area? How would you like a visit from sexy ass Claire Whaley on Memorial Day weekend? I could do the classy thing and talk to you about it, but this whole blog thing is way too much fun. Eh, I'm sure I'll be in communications.
Speaking of my boys/Jaime in the DC area... I would just like to say that I miss my boys/Jaime in the DC area sooo freakin much. I don't know if the blog-reading public knows this or not, but the boys are the main reason that I want to have sons instead of daughters. Even though I really only saw the boys on weekends in college, somehow by some strange alignment of the planets, they got to be my second family. I don't talk to them as much as I should, and that really bums me out. I see them online and I don't send IM's because I'm tired, or something lame and alluring is on VH1, or I've just gotten home from work and just want to veg. It's sad though, because these people are very important to me, and they should know that.
Okay, what's wrong with me? I'm turning all emo for some reason. I'm all, "I love you man!" I hate it when that happens... it's probably all because of Mike and his damn hard lemonade. Or maybe it's because of girly hormonal crap. (I hate girly hormonal crap. I burst into tears in Wendy's once because I read a sign about Dave Thomas's hamburger legacy and how Wendy's will always be Dave's place.) Although, I have to say, while I'm here, and while I'm talking about Wendy's, Wendy's chicken nuggets are damn good. I don't give chicken nuggets the time of day, usually, because I'm a snob who is far above chicken nuggets. But Wendy's chicken nuggets are excellent. And they have a variety of enticing dipping sauces to accompany said nuggets. And if you get a junior cheeseburger, chicken nuggets, and a small drink, it's all on the 99 cent value menu, so it's dirt cheap. Ahhhh Wendy's.
Speaking of fast food, there's a vicious rumor spreading around the Burgh that we'll be acquiring a Skyline Chili out on route 51. I really shouldn't be talking about it, because I might just make a mess drooling all over myself. I've had to rely on my hot boyfriend to supply me with greasy amazing Skyline chili goodness for a year and a half now, and the possibility of having it within my reach makes me so elated. This is great, especially now that hot boyfriend will be leaving for grad school soon, far away from the Skyline Chili reservoir. Ahhhh... I could go for some right now. Fortunately, I have one delicious amazing can left in the cupboard. I just have to decide when the moment arrives that I need to bust it open and have myself a Skyline Chili party.
I think it's time for me to do something else. This blog is getting lengthy and creepy. But thank you for listening. Without my mother here, the only one I can talk to is the cat, and she gets bitchy after a while and leaves me for a piece of string or the little ring that comes off when you open a gallon of milk. (Why do cats love those so much???) So... yeah. I'm out.
So anyway, I've been writing more of my work of literary genius lately. I don't know if anyone from Mrs. Nicolia's class reads this blog, but if they do, they may remember that the "work of literary genius" started in Sherry Nicolia's class. I had no desire whatsoever to listen to what this power-suit-wearing, long blond haired bitch had to say about special education, so instead of paying attention in class, I began writing this cheesy story. As I wrote it, the characters kinda grew on me, and the story grew as well. Now, three years later, I am continuing the story, and developing it into something half-decent. As I will be enrolling in writing courses come fall, (A "great" fall? Perhaps...) I've been inspired to write some more, and it is becoming more and more realistic that this tale I've been formulating may actually end up somewhere important. That theory has made me pay more attention to it, and I'm glad... because I really think it's quite good. Jeremy and Leia have been part of my life for 4 years now. I can't abandon them... they're my friends in a way, and I have to make sure they end up okay, one way or another.
Anyway, the whole point of that was to explain to any blog-readers that I haven't been writing because I've been spending my writing time on other writing projects. Unfortunately this may become a constant problem when I'm writing for school all the time. Although, quite honestly, I can't freakin' wait. I'm really pumped. Anyway...
So I went to Joe Marflak (sp?)'s party tonight with Jase, his friend Flannery, (Yes, that is her name), and a girl that went to my high school, Kristen. We actually had a pretty good time... I drank a bit, and we played Uno, which I hadn't played since I was maaaaybe...... 7? So... it was a pretty good time. The party ended way too early in my humble opinion, however, so here I am. I looked cute today, too. It's a shame I wasn't out longer to expose my cuteness to the world.
Ouch. I have the hiccups.
My mother is staying with her mother, (my grandmother, obviously, for those who can't do the math.) and I've had the house to myself for more than two weeks now. It's kinda nice. However, I always thought that if I lived by myself I'd be way responsible and do everything right. I have proven myself wrong in this respect. I can count three different light fixtures whose bulbs have burnt out, and I have not had the energy to replace them. How pathetic is that? I would rather live in darkness than go to the f-ing closet and get some f-ing light bulbs. That's pretty sad. Maybe I'm really not ready for my own place. At 23 that's a pathetic thought to think, but eh.
I still have the hiccups. WTF.
For some reason as of late, I've been giving an extra amount of thought to my hot boyfriend. I feel weird, since I've been working full time and visiting my mom, practicing with the band, or hanging out with Sarah in the non-working hours. I feel like I haven't given my hot boyfriend the time that I should be giving him. He deserves better than the occasional text message saying "can't talk tonight - hell is breaking loose." Hot boyfriend, if you're reading this, you're awesome. And I can't wait to see you.
Hot boyfriend gets bashful when I bring up stuff like this, so I'll move on.
I drove Sarah to Franklin today, and met up with her parents for lunch. They are really freakin' funny people. We had a good time. I don't know why I felt the need to mention that, I just... felt the need to mention that.
I think I'd like to go visit the DC area for Memorial Day weekend. Boys/Jaime in the DC area? How would you like a visit from sexy ass Claire Whaley on Memorial Day weekend? I could do the classy thing and talk to you about it, but this whole blog thing is way too much fun. Eh, I'm sure I'll be in communications.
Speaking of my boys/Jaime in the DC area... I would just like to say that I miss my boys/Jaime in the DC area sooo freakin much. I don't know if the blog-reading public knows this or not, but the boys are the main reason that I want to have sons instead of daughters. Even though I really only saw the boys on weekends in college, somehow by some strange alignment of the planets, they got to be my second family. I don't talk to them as much as I should, and that really bums me out. I see them online and I don't send IM's because I'm tired, or something lame and alluring is on VH1, or I've just gotten home from work and just want to veg. It's sad though, because these people are very important to me, and they should know that.
Okay, what's wrong with me? I'm turning all emo for some reason. I'm all, "I love you man!" I hate it when that happens... it's probably all because of Mike and his damn hard lemonade. Or maybe it's because of girly hormonal crap. (I hate girly hormonal crap. I burst into tears in Wendy's once because I read a sign about Dave Thomas's hamburger legacy and how Wendy's will always be Dave's place.) Although, I have to say, while I'm here, and while I'm talking about Wendy's, Wendy's chicken nuggets are damn good. I don't give chicken nuggets the time of day, usually, because I'm a snob who is far above chicken nuggets. But Wendy's chicken nuggets are excellent. And they have a variety of enticing dipping sauces to accompany said nuggets. And if you get a junior cheeseburger, chicken nuggets, and a small drink, it's all on the 99 cent value menu, so it's dirt cheap. Ahhhh Wendy's.
Speaking of fast food, there's a vicious rumor spreading around the Burgh that we'll be acquiring a Skyline Chili out on route 51. I really shouldn't be talking about it, because I might just make a mess drooling all over myself. I've had to rely on my hot boyfriend to supply me with greasy amazing Skyline chili goodness for a year and a half now, and the possibility of having it within my reach makes me so elated. This is great, especially now that hot boyfriend will be leaving for grad school soon, far away from the Skyline Chili reservoir. Ahhhh... I could go for some right now. Fortunately, I have one delicious amazing can left in the cupboard. I just have to decide when the moment arrives that I need to bust it open and have myself a Skyline Chili party.
I think it's time for me to do something else. This blog is getting lengthy and creepy. But thank you for listening. Without my mother here, the only one I can talk to is the cat, and she gets bitchy after a while and leaves me for a piece of string or the little ring that comes off when you open a gallon of milk. (Why do cats love those so much???) So... yeah. I'm out.
Sunday, May 01, 2005
Cest Magnifique!
Life is Good.
It's official! I've received my acceptance letter to Western Connecticut State University for their Masters of Professional Writing program! I'm so pumped. And you know what? I'm quite proud of myself as well. I gotta say, it makes me feel pretty good to know that I can write well enough to enter graduate school for writing after being a music major in college. There were 23 spots open, and I, a former music major amongst writing applicants, landed one. I'm really pleased, and although it may sound like I'm being arrogant, I really don't care. I deserve it.
And I have another "it's official." It's official: I've (finally) completed my last requirement at Mercyhurst, and completed it with an A to boot. I guess that means I've sorta cut the last tie. It makes me sad, but as I was up there this weekend, I decided that I'd try to make at least one pilgrimage to Mercyhurst every year until whenever. Probably until I die. I feel like Mercyhurst was a large version of my house. The Laker was my kitchen, D'Angelo was my study, Duval was my bedroom, and my living room was Garvey Park. Hahaha... my bathroom was the practice rooms. I don't even know what I mean by that, but it was amusing imagery. So anyway, I'm not sure, and it may be a stretch, but I think maybe this new A on my GPA will push me over the edge into "with honors" status. That would rule. Even if it doesn't, I'm still really glad it's all finally done, and that I did well.
I had a bittersweet moment last night at Trance (the gay club in Erie. Despite being heterosexual, I find it one of the finest hangouts) Mike Foglio (Big man in MSG) asked me if I'd be willing to write an article for the last issue of the Merciad this year. He said it'd be cool to have the first Madam Malarky come back and give some advice to the graduating seniors. It felt really good to be remembered, and I think I'm definitely going to do it. Now I just have to figure out what to say.
Along the Malarky vein, I picked up a copy of the Merciad on campus. The current Madam Malarky wrote a very nice article that I enjoyed reading. That's always bittersweet too. I miss being Madam Malarky. But I did notice something that made me feel so good. They had an ad running requesting men to apply to the Merciad staff to be a "Mister Malarky" for next year so they can have the male and female points of view in the paper. The fact that they're considering doing that makes me feel so good. I'm so glad Madam Malarky is enjoying continued success. I feel like I left a mark on Mercyhurst by creating Madam Malarky. Although she's a different person now, and writes slightly differently, it's good to know that people still enjoy the concept and that is shows no signs of declining in popularity.
I've been pretty bored these past few days since my mom's been in the hospital. I've gone to see her several times, and it's good to see how quickly she's progressing and getting better. On Friday when I went to see her, she had so many tubes and IV's and strange machines, and she was soooo out of it... she couldn't really form complete sentences and she looked so frail and she was in a lot of pain. I've seen my mom in the hospital several times since this cancer thing started, and it never really bothered me til Friday night. For some reason when I went to see her and saw her hooked up to so much stuff, it really freaked me out, and I got queasy and lightheaded... and I felt so bad 'cause I had to sit down and pretend like I wasn't bothered by it 'cause I didn't want to worry my mom... and I was so scared that I'd get that way every time I saw her, but fortunately on Saturday and today it was fine. For one thing, they had her off the feeding tube and the stomach pump so she wasn't nearly as "hooked up" to stuff. Secondly, she was on less pain medication so she was awake and talking normally and moving around and stuff, so that made it a lot better too. The doctor has said that everything looks really good so far, and she may not have to do any more chemotherapy after this, which is a big plus. I guess we'll just have to wait and see. All my friends have been so great throughout all of this. I've had to cancel band practices, and I've had to "bring down" the party a couple times because I felt the need to talk about it, and I always feel bad when I do that. It's enough stress on my mom, it doesn't have to leak out and stress out any more people than it already does. I don't know. It felt really good to skip back off to Erie this weekend... back to the escape I had whenever anything else shitty was going on at home. I guess going to Erie will always be my escape from crap. Bummer, huh? Especially since most people left Erie to escape crap. Haha... the ironing is delicious.
It's official! I've received my acceptance letter to Western Connecticut State University for their Masters of Professional Writing program! I'm so pumped. And you know what? I'm quite proud of myself as well. I gotta say, it makes me feel pretty good to know that I can write well enough to enter graduate school for writing after being a music major in college. There were 23 spots open, and I, a former music major amongst writing applicants, landed one. I'm really pleased, and although it may sound like I'm being arrogant, I really don't care. I deserve it.
And I have another "it's official." It's official: I've (finally) completed my last requirement at Mercyhurst, and completed it with an A to boot. I guess that means I've sorta cut the last tie. It makes me sad, but as I was up there this weekend, I decided that I'd try to make at least one pilgrimage to Mercyhurst every year until whenever. Probably until I die. I feel like Mercyhurst was a large version of my house. The Laker was my kitchen, D'Angelo was my study, Duval was my bedroom, and my living room was Garvey Park. Hahaha... my bathroom was the practice rooms. I don't even know what I mean by that, but it was amusing imagery. So anyway, I'm not sure, and it may be a stretch, but I think maybe this new A on my GPA will push me over the edge into "with honors" status. That would rule. Even if it doesn't, I'm still really glad it's all finally done, and that I did well.
I had a bittersweet moment last night at Trance (the gay club in Erie. Despite being heterosexual, I find it one of the finest hangouts) Mike Foglio (Big man in MSG) asked me if I'd be willing to write an article for the last issue of the Merciad this year. He said it'd be cool to have the first Madam Malarky come back and give some advice to the graduating seniors. It felt really good to be remembered, and I think I'm definitely going to do it. Now I just have to figure out what to say.
Along the Malarky vein, I picked up a copy of the Merciad on campus. The current Madam Malarky wrote a very nice article that I enjoyed reading. That's always bittersweet too. I miss being Madam Malarky. But I did notice something that made me feel so good. They had an ad running requesting men to apply to the Merciad staff to be a "Mister Malarky" for next year so they can have the male and female points of view in the paper. The fact that they're considering doing that makes me feel so good. I'm so glad Madam Malarky is enjoying continued success. I feel like I left a mark on Mercyhurst by creating Madam Malarky. Although she's a different person now, and writes slightly differently, it's good to know that people still enjoy the concept and that is shows no signs of declining in popularity.
I've been pretty bored these past few days since my mom's been in the hospital. I've gone to see her several times, and it's good to see how quickly she's progressing and getting better. On Friday when I went to see her, she had so many tubes and IV's and strange machines, and she was soooo out of it... she couldn't really form complete sentences and she looked so frail and she was in a lot of pain. I've seen my mom in the hospital several times since this cancer thing started, and it never really bothered me til Friday night. For some reason when I went to see her and saw her hooked up to so much stuff, it really freaked me out, and I got queasy and lightheaded... and I felt so bad 'cause I had to sit down and pretend like I wasn't bothered by it 'cause I didn't want to worry my mom... and I was so scared that I'd get that way every time I saw her, but fortunately on Saturday and today it was fine. For one thing, they had her off the feeding tube and the stomach pump so she wasn't nearly as "hooked up" to stuff. Secondly, she was on less pain medication so she was awake and talking normally and moving around and stuff, so that made it a lot better too. The doctor has said that everything looks really good so far, and she may not have to do any more chemotherapy after this, which is a big plus. I guess we'll just have to wait and see. All my friends have been so great throughout all of this. I've had to cancel band practices, and I've had to "bring down" the party a couple times because I felt the need to talk about it, and I always feel bad when I do that. It's enough stress on my mom, it doesn't have to leak out and stress out any more people than it already does. I don't know. It felt really good to skip back off to Erie this weekend... back to the escape I had whenever anything else shitty was going on at home. I guess going to Erie will always be my escape from crap. Bummer, huh? Especially since most people left Erie to escape crap. Haha... the ironing is delicious.
