Summer - a season

I love summers. Especially during the last two years.

For instance, tonight I got to watch the Hubble movie and play Smash Bros on Game Cube. Then on the way home my roommate and I remembered we needed toilet paper.

En Route for said toilet paper we realized we had a ton of liquid nitrogen at home from work. Along with the toilet paper we bought some flowers.

We then froze these flowers and smashed them with our bare hands. It was marvelous.

To be put simply, I love summers.


Pinochle - A card game for two or more players using a 48-card deck consisting of two of each card from nine to ace

“I guess I never learned to play many card games.”
“Well I used to go to summer camp so I learned lots.”
“I used to do summer camps too! Only we were in laser tag camp and we’d play Magic: The Gathering between sessions.”
“….What did you just say?”
*Awkwardly push my glasses up*
“No, wait, that’s a good enough answer.”
-While learning to play pinochle


Surrounded - Be all around (someone or something)

*While waiting in line for beer at the free Dr. Who premiere. For the first time ever I feel like the most normal person in a building. Casey and I try not to laugh as we wait. I sing a song.*

Me: It’s the Chronic *WHAT* les of Narnia!

Casey: Stop. They are everywhere and they can smell memes.


Help - Make it easier for (someone) to do something by offering aid.

This is for all the randoms that find this blog with the keywords, 'Nerdy things to say' sometimes with the add-on, 'to girls/boys'. I'm bad at these things and have only been on one date in my life which went horribly. So I turn to the vlog brothers for help.


Age - the length of time during which a being or thing has existed

So I'm home from West Virginia. Evidence from my last post suggests I had a shitty week. Yes. Moving on...

Coming off of the road I love nothing more than a little social media and carving a chunk out of my ever growing Netflix queue. Tonight I pick season 3 of Buffy. I decide to have crappy food for dinner (Wendy's) and halfway between Faith being annoying and super annoying, I decide to pause and stretch my legs by grabbing some beer.

I head to the corner store, place my purchase on the counter, hand the man my card.
"Kyle, is it?"
I run into this problem alot. Yes, my name is Kyle. No it is not my boyfriends card. I would never date a guy named Kyle and not just because my name also happens to be Kyle.
He says something next, truth be told, I'm not listening very well. I repeat what I though I heard, "What does it stand for?"
He corrects, "How is your night going?"
"Oh, good," I reply, making a face more toward myself than anything for completely mishearing him.
He looks at my card again then asks, "Are you 21?"

A quick list of thoughts that roll through my head:
It's because I'm wearing pigtails isn't it?
I come in here ALL THE TIME.
I'm wearing a Capitan EO shirt for crying out loud.
I had my id ready for you, sir.
I can't wait for the day this becomes flattering.


100 - ten 10's

I wanted to be sure my 100th post was epic and awe inspiring. It won't be.

I will say this though:

That moment when your innocence is shattered. When before you are truly enjoying being a twenty something, pretty care free, living in squalor being; then suddenly you become the grown-up through no volition of your own.

It sucks. It fucking sucks.


Tawdry - Gaudy and cheap in nature or appearance

I am in a sleazy hotel room. I might go so far to call it a motel room. It sort of reminds me of the studio apartment I lived in the last four or so months of high school. A door, facing I-75; a sort of room with a bed, smelling of smoke; a bathroom area, with a fake set of doors that don't work.

It smells like smoke something awful. I came close to shoving my sheet up my nostrils last night. I am waiting for illicit sex sounds to begin. The tv remote does not work at all. I'm afraid to turn the heat on for fear the smoke smell lingers in the vents.

All this and yet, it feels oddly safe and like home. Even though the curtains have Velcro attached to discourage peeping toms. Even though every small sound elicits fear in the fiber of my being. It's strangely comforting.


Hipsterfication - a word I just made up

When I can't write, for work or pleasure, I tend to make lists. This is a very small list of things I'm currently loving:

Extremely well timed promotion for Paul, which I still haven't decided if I'm seeing. Simon Pegg is so wonderful at exasperation. I react in a similar fashion when anyone questions one of my deep loves.

"That's not Dune! That's blue, it must be a girls book. Are you reading a ROMANCE novel!?" -Brandon

His insight is terrifying and it's HISTORICAL FICTION (with small doses of romance)! My new nerdy friend Mary started talking about these books a few weeks ago and I decided to take a short break from Frank Herbert's world and hang around in 18th century Scotland for a bit. I could explain it as beach reading but I hate the beach. I am genuinely enjoying this book. I figured that this series was newer but was suprised to find the first book came out when I was four. I bought the book before dinner one night in Newport, KY and suddenly it was midnight and I had read almost 200 pages. I've already bought the second book, at a wonderful little shop which brings me to...
Acorn Bookshop. Dear lord. Recently I started a story share with one Pat Roach which has unfortunatly been pushed to the wayside. I set it in a bookshop. It has always been a girlish dream of mine to work in a bookshop. Nick and I walked to brunch on Sunday (read: burgers and fries) then stopped by this shop. I felt like I had stepped into the setting for my story, just with better lighting. This place is simply the best, cat photos and cows everywhere. Dips in the carpet that make you watch your footing. Books shoved in every plausible corner. Strange shop rules behind the register (no tap dancing). I didn't want to leave.
These Turkey feathers. A school volunteered to donate them but toward the end of my day the parent who brought the subject up was nowhere to be found. Yesterday I venture up to my other desk and find these bad boys. I am endlessly tickled by them. They are preserved in salt, vaccum sealed in a food saver bag and came with a little note and everything! I don't want to open them yet because chances are they smell like death, you better believe I want to wait till Monday to share that joy with my entire team.
The hipsterfication of everything.

The rebellion against hipsters.

The return of Community. Need I say more?
Also, explainabrag, I didn't make one spelling error in this post. My dyslexia's pride is being crushed.

Headache - something, such as a problem, that causes annoyance or trouble

Here is how I spent my Saturday.

Waking up, I walked from my bedroom, to the bathroom and back. Sitting back down on my bed I saw my feet had become blackened from the short trip. Time to clean. Not only did I clean my floors I also decided that after over a year of living with other people's cat prints on my walls, it was time for them to go as well. After cleaning the dirt spots off I now realise there is a blank wall in my room with nothing on it. Most disturbing.

After little consideration I decided I wanted to put up a tree in my room. Made of masking tape. An idea, I will admit, that was totally stolen from a classmate way cooler than me. It looks pretty good so far. It's not done. I'll put up pictures when it is.

Taking a break from what I can only describe as 'Masking Tape Smell Headache', Nick and I watched Victor/Victoria together. I started drinking one of the Margarita handles we had left over from our last party and have continued into my bedroom where I currently watch Beauty and the Beast.

It has been a lovely day of nothing.