Packing up my office to go home, I went to reach for my jacket behind my door.


No jacket.


Spring's coming mofos.

Invented a few concoctions last night that went over quite well. Behold:

Bloody Pom-Pom:
2oz Vodka
4oz Pomegranate Italian Soda
2oz Blood Orange Italian Soda

The Fruitfucker:
2oz Vodka
3oz Cranberry Juice
2oz Green Apple Italian Soda
1oz Blood Orange Italian Soda
Splash of fresh lime juice

The Bloody Pom-Pom is by far superior, but when you're out of Pomegranate, you need to improvise.

That's right. I'm returning. Beware!

Lived a little bit more today.

Random link of the day: The work of Street Painter Kurt Wenner

Get Your War On is quite funny today.

Happy Birthday to Moi.

My first birthday present? Dead mouse. =(

Mmmmmmmmmm, flooded basement.

So this is whats its like to wake up pre-noon.

This would hafta be a long post... but I'm way too tired right now to write it. So y'all are gunna hafta sit tight and twiddle your bellybuttons in anticipation.

Figured it'd prolly be best to get this all down before I decided to hit the sack.

Pretty much my last night alone in Binghamtonia. Tomorrow up come the 'rents, the grand'rents, the sibling, and the best friend =). Was slightly down before... but kinda turned that all off with a switch.

Helped Ang load up the car. She left me. I cried. I'm a sappy mofo.

Went to meet up with Dave, Anthony, and Jeremy... thus forming the complete square that parallels our hip-factor. We have an end of the year stogie-smoking ceremony. This time we went all out and bought $5/ea cigars instead of the White Owl dime cigars. Not bad, not bad at all. Went out onto Dave's roof to smoke 'em and basically bullshitted while we waited for Anthony. He didn't end up showing because he was trying to get with a chick who unfortunately isn't into him. He kinda takes comfort in misery. Tragic, really.

At about 9:15 or so we took off for The Rat. I didn't really have an urge to do the actual 'crawl' (which is to start off at one bar on Court St. and make your way to each and every bar. Some people start this at 5pm). So we headed directly to The Rat. Got there at about 9:30... somewhat empty. Saw a few people I knew. Chatted with them. Schmoozed, socialized, danced, drank. Had a bottle of Jager hidden with me cause I thought it'd be impossible to get to the bar. Wasn't that bad tho. I kept taking swings of my Jager all night.

Was about to leave The Rat and go to Sports Bar when my apartmentmate Tom appeared completely out of it. He was with some friends and asked me to do a shot with him and his friends. I was down. Tom and I hadn't really bonded outside of the apartment... but its sort of an unspoken thing. I did a shot of vodka with his friends, which we toasted to Rakesh's (my other obnoxious, hiphop-bass-blasting, pretty-boy apartmentmate) testicular cancer. Was already sorta nice.. this one set me for the rest of the night. About 6 shots of Jager, 2 Gin and Tonics, 1 shot of Vodka within a 2.5hr period.

Jetted out, Sports Bar wasn't letting anyone new in. The Rat was gunna make us wait on line again. We headed over to Uncle Tonys. There I saw some other people I knew. Ran into someone from The Rat before. Then we blasted out, went back to Dave's where we sat on the roof in the rain, which was actually quite pleasant, and just bullshitted some more. Then we went inside as I sobered up, talked some more... I jetted out at 2:30.

And that is my evenin. Pleasant, without guilt, without thought, just a last day embraced.

And now I slumber.

Damnit, I'm crying.

I hate goodbyes. I hate farewells. I hate things that end. I hate things that change. I hate not knowing how to deal with it. Cathartic weeping? Drown it in alcohol? Remind myself how many years I've despised living here? Blowing up shit? I dont feel like I can even embrace the present right now. Now, in all senses of the word, sucks. And you know what? tomorrow is even worse.

Okay, its hitting me. This whole graduating thing is hitting me. And its got big fucking fists.

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.






oh, did I mention fuck?

Unfortunately... one of the bad things about not remembering certain things is that you don't remember other certain things. For instance, I had to be informed from my apartmentmates that I was puking like a llama on crack for 15 minutes last night. I have no recollection of this whatsoever... which I guess is all the better.

You know it was a good night of drinking when you wake up the next day, reread IM conversations you had that night, and don't remember typing a word of any of them.

Michael Keaton was one ugly mofo in Johnny Dangerously.

IRC Channel topic:

* Topic is '<Cosmok> met a new girl who has consumed my mind as of late | <nivenh> is she a zombie? | <nivenh> BRAINS!!'

Wokeup this morning, or should I say afternoon, feeling slightly tired but pretty well rested. Quickly showered and dressed, spent most of my day just sorta chillin and figuring out the mishmash of the next week.

Spoke to mom for a little bit and sis for a lotta bit. Worked out transportation and shiznat. Went to Kampai with Ang and crew, a japanese restaurant in the area that has been hailed as pretty damn good. I have not partaken of its delicacies since my residence in Binghamtonia, but I am glad now that I have before my departure. Good food, good talk, good time.

Met my old suitemate Dave back here afterwards and we chatted for awhile about a whole assortment of things. Went outside to the common room to share in some pizza and talk with apartmentmate Tom and his girlfriend Jess. We then headed out to visit my other old suitemate Anthony and shoot the shit with him for awhile. Laughed a bunch, smiled some more, I'll miss these guys when the time comes.