high. school.

is. starting. in. eleven. days.

love tape~

I was bored and inspired today, so I decided that I was going to go off on a random act of graffiti/kindness. Namely, love tape.

Enjoy.


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The backstory: At CTY (the writing class thing I was at for three weeks) there were several themed days/ tradition days. One of these was love tape day- you take tape (usually duct tape or masking tape) and stick it onto people you love/friends/people you want to annoy the sh*t out of. People occasionally write short messages or inside jokes on the tape, just for fun.

We also had activities that one could sign up for during the space between afternoon classes and dinner. One of these activities was "Random Acts of Kindness". I signed up for it and, in short, I loved it. It was all about randomly making people happy! And giving away free hugs!

I combined these two ideas, making for a very fun afternoon walk. I even quoted Billy Collins. OHSNAP!

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NEWS: I redid the layout. Huzzah.

They're red. They're fuzzy. They're living in my closet.

So I was looking through my closet. Now, I don't know how they got here (Christmas present??), but they're here. I've never worn them, I have no idea why I still have them. But they're there. Can YOU guess what's hidden in my top shelf?

That's right- sock monkey footie pajamas.

You see, I could just get rid of them... and then there's this part of me that's thinking:

What if I needed to rob a bank... and needed... a fuzzy red monkey suit? That's what all the cool robbers are doing nowadays. Or, say, needed a cute outfit for a date? According to Seventeen, the #1 turn on for 82% of guys is red flannel footie pajamas. I'm pretty sure I caught it on the runway in Paris a few weeks ago. What if it was the apocalypse and the only way to survive the nuclear winter was to cover 90% of your body in red monkeylisciousness? What if it's discovered the cure for cancer? An infinite source of non-polluting energy? The cure for world hunger? The meaning of life?

I can see it now: Some guy starts screaming from a department store changing room:

I found it! The meaning of life! It's not 42, it's red monkey footie pajamas! My cancerous growth, gone! I'm no longer hungry! I am protected from the apocalypse! And I'm suddenly... so very aroused!

So now they're sitting there. Watching me.

SOMEBODY TELL ME WHAT TO DO WITH THEM!


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NEWS: School starts soon ugh ugh ugh. ugh.


IN OTHER NEWS, check out my friend's blog: jasonimeandavid.blogspot.com.
Go. Now. Read it. Shoo.

My favorite albums of all time. Period.

I had to do it. I just had to.

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1 - Go to "wikipedia." Hit “random”
or click http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
The first random wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.

2 - Go to "Random quotations"
or click http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3
The last three to five words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album.

3 - Go to flickr and click on “explore the last seven days”
or click http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days
Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

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Without further ado, my beautiful albums!

...I'm back!!

Those were some of the best three weeks of my life! Holy moly!

I could write for pages JUST listing my inside jokes and awesome experiences. But I'll spare you.

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Ooh, but yesterday at the airport in Harrisburg, my friend (I'll call her Marissa) and I got bored. What better to do when you're bored at an airport than to hang out at a weird gift shop?

Allow me to describe this gift store in a little more detail. First, the only people actually shopping there were about three old ladies. Secondly, their stock. They sold commemorative Pennsylvania mustard. They sold salad dressing. They sold a country map puzzle with South Dakota missing. They sold rugs. This is an airport gift shop, mind you.

So we figured we'd have a bit of fun. We engaged in a few loud conversations.

Marissa: Neat, old wine! We could get TOTALLY smashed tonight!
Me: Ehmygawd, let's do it!
Marissa: (looking at a clock toy) Hickory Dickory Dock? Sounds like an obscure sex reference! This is innapropriate!
Me: Ooh, look, rugs! I know what we could do with those (winks)
Marissa: Or UNDER them...
Me: YES!
Marissa: (devilish grin)

We leave.

Needless to say, we got a few stares.

This is also the airport with the "I <3 intercourse (pennsylvania)" shirts. Because Intercourse, Pennsylvania is actually a place. How cool is that?

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Ummmm. I really have very few funny things to say at this point. I'm going to go unpack now.

Heh.