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Things for the apartment

Here are a few of the things i've recently ordered to have shipped to my apartment. I loved both rugs, E and I thought it would be nice to have some consistent decor through the apartment, so we've got the same rugs, and we have streamlined the curtains. I have ordered the set of frames because I plan to use them to make a headboard of sorts, as opposed to a fully structured bed. I sure hope everything turns out as I'd like it.... Rugs and frames are found here

Apartment Ideas: E's Room

So my sister's room at our apartment is a bit smaller than mine. It is a perfect square shape with a nice window, but no closet. She's already pretty comfortable with being creative with space, as she has been living in an amazingly decorated and utilized studio in DC for the past year. I have been thinking of different ways to maximize space and function of her room and have found some really neat stuff. I am a complete minimalist when it comes to most things, and so decorating our beautiful pre-war apartment will be interesting. I saw this clothing rack at Bed Bath and Beyond and liked the idea of an exposed closet, as opposed to a dresser. Like me, she's more inclined to hang her things. So that may take care of the closet. The other needs were: Bed, desk, Storage. I saw the model room on sweethomestyle, and loved it. After digging around I found some pretty neat versions of this. My favorite was the wooden bed with the drawers, shelves and desk. I love that it only takes up the floor space that a bed would, but in addition you'd get all the storage and functions of 4 pieces of furniture. Another plus is that it's not so high up off the ground, so after removing the guardrail, I think it makes for a pretty awesome space saver.

Am I seriously going to start having meltdowns?

Headed down south to the land of the pines I'm thumbin' my way into North Caroline Starin' up the road And pray to God I see headlights. I made it down the coast in seventeen hours. Pickin' me a bouquet of dogwood flowers, And I'm a hopin for Raleigh, I can see my baby tonight.

It's 3:27am. I've been home from the bar for 27 minutes. I'm here getting all awkward and sentimental, wandering around my apartment, listening to Old Crow Medicine Show's Wagon Wheel. I've liked this song for a while, but tonight, they are making me homesick.

To make matters worse, months ago I watched The Wackness when it came to me on Netflix. Seeing it then made me super meltdown-tastic. Well, of course, I come home and guess what? It's on.

So.... it's 3am. I'm listening to Wagon Wheel, Watching The Wackness and laughing at myself cry over a place I'm homesick for--- but I haven't even left yet.

freaking lame.

My new full time job.

This is pretty much how my day goes. Pack box, label it, stack it. It's a little OCD, and probably totally retarded using the file boxes, but it make sense. This Right now I just have the bare minimum in the kitchen, and nothing in my office. Packing my clothes is gonna be a terror... I'll begin that mind-eff tomorrow.

SFP: A cautionary tale, in Pictures. Part 1

Prevention of SFP's is is very similar to what is taught in Sex Ed. The only TRUE way to stay SFP-safe is to abstain.

Let's be real. Abstinence only education doesn't work. So. here are some different forms of protection:



Do not take bombs.

a)

Do not take shots.

b)

Figgin do not drink malt liquor.

What the eff, get off the luge.

I'm sorry I partied 101. The Basics

The first time I was ever Sorry For Partying was also the first night I ever got torn up drunk. It was the last day of school, 10th grade, 2001. My 2 best mates and I came up with an elaborate lie in order to ensure that we we're going to make it to this keg party at Jordan lake. What did or did not happen that night is still open to interpretation/open for debate. The next morning waking up, covered in mud, soaked in beer, and after having slept in a Chevy Cavalier parked in a church parking lot, it hit me. Hazy memory, on puke-mode, dirty, uncomfortable, confused "what the eff is my life" feeling. It's more than a hangover, more than "dude I was shithoused last night" This is true SFP.

Let me clarify. Every night I go out doesn't qualify as a Sorry For Partying. There is a certain level of debauch redic-ness that must occur both the night of and the morning after. By no means am I an expert, but I will say, that my field training is extensive and well documented (thanks to facebook and a blackberry). While it's not exactly scientific, I think I've got the qualifiers more or less tacked down.

The night of can usually be measured based on your answer to these questions:

1. What is my mindset tonight?
2. How early am I going to start, and when will I stop?
3. The type of drinks do I plan to face tonight?
4. How much/What am I going to eat?
5. Where I am going tonight?

The morning after can be measured by asking yourself these follow-up questions.

1. Where am I?
2. Am I still wearing last nights clothes?
3. did I wash face/brush teeth/take out contacts?
4. How severe is my hangover?
5. Am I injured at all?
6. Do I know how I got home?

Additionally, some of these sure fire signs aren't questions, but more evidence. Some examples include:

• You end your night going home with/ bringing someone back with you whom you just met that night or only know from the scene.
• You lose your phone or get your phone wet
• Any item of your clothing is soiled, ripped, or ruined
• You puke before bed.
• You wake up to puke.
• You wake up in puke.

If you meet any of these, then congrats. You're Sorry You Partied.