Apartment 53...or WWDIKD?

Everyone has those neighbors that are obnoxious. Mine live in apartment 53 and I share a very thin wall with them. They are the dirty slacker indie kids so they have obnoxious parties all the time and play videogames really loud at 3 am. I am not going to lie to you. I am partially pissed because I am jealous. I want to go back to the days when i could play games till 3 am. But i wasn't a dirty slacker indie kid back then. If i was playing games at 3 am it was because i just got home 12+ hours in studio. And i didn't play it loud enough to wake up my roommates let alone a person in a different apartment.

So on Friday and Saturday this past weekend apartment 53 had parties both nights. Saturday's party ran late into the night...probably 3am or so. I was pissed. I called and left a message at the rental office in the middle of the night and everything. As satisfying as that was I was still pissed. Sunday, as I was headed out the door to see the musical "The Drowsy Chaperone" with Jenny I noticed the inside of the elevator door was covered with spit. And I thought "dammit!". Then i got to the lobby and it was destroyed. There was glass on the floor and the glass front door was cracked from top to bottom. "Dammit! again!" I thought. I dont live in animal house. Those days are behind me!!! curses!!!

The musical was great and it distracted me from the reality of the dirty indie kids next door. The musical was appropriate because it was in part about using musicals to escape from the harsher reality.

Monday, on her way to feed the meter for her car, Jenny ran into my landlord who was examining the lobby. She told the landlord about the weekends disturbance and my landlord gave Jenny her number to give to me. I called on my lunch hour and discovered on friday that apartment 53 had run afoul of my landlord. hmmmmm so i thought to myself ,you've just pissed off your landlord......What Would a Dirty Indie Kid Do? The only thing that dirty indie kids know how to do.......

..........make it big, make it red and set it on fire

Forms of Be

I used to annoyed that facebook put the "is" in your status line for you. I really hated it at first. I just learned that "is" will no longer be implied in the status. I thought about it and I realized that I am really going to miss it. Sometimes I would be listening to a song and hear a line that I thought would go great after the word "is". Examples:

Nick is "throwing a party, but you're throwing knives"
or
Nick is "just a toy that is broken"

And as I walked around everyday I found myself thing in that weird third person format. "nick is tired of doing revit." etc. I thought it was really interesting that it had gotten into my brain to that degree. And now that I can write anything in there it just isn't as exciting. At least I haven't asked to define the word "is".

I have something better than a Dream...

I have....a couch. How is a couch better than a dream? Because it is the couch that enables the sleep from which a Dream comes. Martin Luther King must not have a good couch because he only had "a dream". My hope for my couch is that it will allow me to expand my dreams so that I may have not a single dream but plurality of colorful and lively dreams.

The couch itself measure 89" in length, a mere 3" shy of the maximum height of the elevator. The fabric has just a bit of texture that makes it soft to the touch. It is the right mix of firmness and mushiness. The lines are simple and very clean. The color is a sage green. I like to call it "a little slice of sage green heaven"

Delicious

Today for lunch Jenny and I made chicken breasts wrapped in bacon with some marinade. Well, to be honest, it smelled delicious. And it prompted me to make a decision. When I die, I should be cremated and wrapped entirely in bacon. At the cremation ceremony my surviving friends and family will treated to the savory smell of cooking bacon instead of charring brimstone.