Langhorne Luxary

So.. Not only do I love this guy's music, but his sense of style is definitely one that I would love to mimic. (And I think I'm already on my way. Thank you, thrift stores.)

p.s. Beth, he has an anchor tattoo on his shoulder. Envious?

Brown Corduroy. Snazzy.

Okay. Not quite me... but try to imagine me in that suit. With or without the kryptonite.

Que un fin de semana!

Wow, what a weekend.

A list!

Friday:
1. Dogfishhead and Chili/Coleslaw dog at D's
2. Film: City Lights, Charlie Chaplain. (Silent film narrated by a fellow patron sitting in the seat behind Beth and myself).
3. Milkshake at Eat n Park
4. Watching ludicrous home movies at Emily and Jason's (debut directing of a scene...very brief) Followed by three grown men wrestling.
5. Fun in Beth's basement (haircut and reliving Beth's childhood through her pictures, art, and clothes. A smile creeping across my face the entire time.)

Saturday:
1. Superb breakfast of tuna melts, pierogies, cous cous, and OJ.
2. Wonderful conversation with Col about college life and house fires...
3. Abandoned house excursion... found a neat moth-ridden felt hat (now in the garbage) Beth found a nifty table with a built in rack, and happy people smiling in polaroids. Eery but beautiful.

THRIFT STORE EXTRAVAGANZA!
A. Thrift Store #1: Good Samaritan- Found a neat hobo/camping cooking pot for future journeys.
B. Thrift Store #2: Salvation Army- Jackpot! Oh, what treasures... sweaters, cardigan, $10 three-piece suit!, and a pair of pants (and an appreciation for Beth's new thermals and hand-knit baby blue wool vest. Good show, my dear.)
C. Thrift Store #3: Goodwill- 3 Ties. Nice ties.

4. Rivertowne Pub. Two St. Pauli Girls. And a shared meal of fried cod and fried salmon and a bucket o' fries. Delicious. (Ate the last of Beth's cod without permission... I was supposed to eat the salmon.)
5. Back to my house with Beth to drink, reminisce, and bullshit with a drunken brother Adam with a lame foot. Followed by mess ups and mistakes, followed by forgiveness and happy thoughts. Followed by a wonderful sleep.

Sunday:
1. Lounging.
2. Benny and Joon.
3. Hot gingerbread cocoa for a sick Beth
4. Superbowl
5. Tom Petty
6. Journey back to the South Side
7. Rest of the Superbowl- Cheers to the underdogs.
8. Pick out new clothes to observe class in for the next day.
9. Sleep. 12:30 am
10. 1:30 am- Awakened by piping hot water streaming from the furnace in my room. Why?
11. Sleep again, this time on the couch.

Did I forget anything...

THINGS: Thinking Out Loud?

Okay. So. This is my first blog ever. And I'm feeling inspired after a few gulps of Southern Comfort... so bear with me. Please. (And never judge...)

I've been feeling creative of late. Inspired. Astonished. In general pretty alive. I think about places I am not. Places I'd like to be. Things I'd like to do. And I'm working towards those... things. Journeys. I'm somewhat crawling out of my skin. I go to Duquesne. In Pittsburgh. Junior year. Secondary English Education major. And I can't help but to always be thinking "If I knew then what I know now..." But I know that's ridiculous, because I'm where I am because of paths I've taken...obviously.

I've read books about enlightment. Being in tune with the world around me. And I find myself wanting to follow suit. Lately, I've been on a Kerouac Kick. Sometimes I just want to do as he did. Leave behind things that don't matter to me at this moment, and take on journeys that will teach me more. Catch a ride by my thumb. Or be like Huckleberry Finn, and float down the river. Life is beautiful, sad, and I hope I can make a difference in it. Small or Large. Hopefully the small will be large enough. I get passionate about things. Wanting to dig up roots that have long since poisoned the soil. Making people aware. Loving those people going down the wrong path. "Hey! Where are you going?"

I just hope that with God's help this life I'm leading will be led the way it is supposed to be. And that will be enough to do something that has made a difference in the world we live in. I'm an idealist. Let's leave it at that. But I'm proud to be one. I'm left-handed. I think too much. I like stories that make me feel like I should have known that and I will change because of that. I love the people I know. And am open to loving the people I don't know... so PLEASE bring it on. I'm in love. And I am going to push for joy. I am joyful. And sad. But sad because I love this world, and don't want it to go down the toilet. So, I think I'll stop there before I get too sappy. And I will talk later.

"Hail Hobo Ego!"
-Jack Kerouac from The Vanishing American Hobo
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