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A case of the Mondays Some things that are excellent: -Tremors Weekend Marathon -Red Bull & vodka -Buffalo chicken sub from P&J's in Etown -Getting into pajamas at 9 on a Saturday night -The Harrisburg Comedy Zone -Bad movies about evil video games Some things that are not excellent: -Monday mornings  Back to the future  It's a little hard to believe I've been living in Etown for over a year now. Even harder that I moved to Savannah almost two years ago. But, I realized today that I could spend years writing about the anniversary of THIS and THAT, but if I did that, there'd be nothing new to talk about. So, let's take a moment to look ahead, shall we? In a year from now, March 20, 2007, I hope to be living in upstate New York with my girlfriend or interviewing for a job in that area. And when I get that job, it will be a senior copywriting or creative management position at an agency in Albany. I'll be driving a black Ford F-150. Starting my own business. Saving for a house. I'll have a new pair of boots and a summer wardrobe newer than 1996. I'll have finished a screenplay, or better yet, a novel, and I'll be sending it to agents for publishing. I'll be eating healthy. Going to the gym every day. Heck, maybe even joining a softball or bowling league. I'll be getting ready for the best Spring of my life, making burgers and drinking beers with Sara on the patio. Forcing her to play foosball with me at the Bard Campus Center. Going to see the newest horror movies in Kingston. And I'll be spending every night with her knowing that I won't have to drive four hours away again and spend another two weeks without her. Basically, I'll be 26 years old and 100 steps closer to taking over the world.  Hard to believe, isn't it? But it's true. It's been 500 posts since this humble little blog began in May 2003. And what a long, strange trip it's been since I started this silly journal during my last month in college. But hey, we're still going strong, and there's no end to this ridiculousness in sight! Welcome to the 500th post at LyricalMunchies.com! We'll start with a quick update. It's a bit of a lonely night. I've spent the evening with a bottle of red wine and two homemade cheesesteaks with lettuce and tomato on wheat bread. I watched a sappy baseball movie that a coworker lent to me, and now I'm half drunk, listening to an episode of Howard Stern on Sirius that I downloaded from Limewire. Big news at work! I'm now the senior copywriter; I've received two raises in the past month; I'm in charge of hiring the next person in the department; and I'll be supervising someone for the first time in my life (Ha!). I mention all these details only because I'm happy. Don't tell the boss, but I plan to leave the company in less than a year. Still, the next few months could potentially have a huge impact on the next job I get when I move in with Sara next winter. Speaking of Sara, she'll be coming back to Etown next weekend for our Super Tremors Marathon, a dinner with my family, and 3 nights in the fabulous one-bedroom at Willow Ridge Apartments, which I have I spent today vacuuming, mopping, scrubbing, and dusting, because I am absolute slob. Only 4 days left. 4 days. It's a neverending countdown. And, uh, yeah. I got nothin else to say, so let's turn to a visual representation of the last 500 posts ... or something. Thanks to all of you who have been following my randomness for almost 3 years. For you newcomers ... stay tuned! There's plenty more BS to come in the next 500 posts. Ya know, I was going to make the following thumbnails clickable, but come on ... I am way too lazy for that. If you want to read the posts that correspond with these images, you'll just have to browse through the archives, sorry. A toast! To 500 posts!  Small Talk Yeah, yeah, I'm such a horrible blogger these days. We know. Why the hell did I even redesign this thing if I'm never going to post? More posts will come soon, I promise. Some quick news: I'm getting a promotion at work! Not sure exactly what that means yet, but I'll take it! The End With fist out the window ... I admit, I'm not nearly as up-to-date on new technology and toys as I'd like to be these days, but today I have plenty reason to celebrate.  Adventures in New Pants 4:12 PM I'm blogging at work right now, probably not the smartest idea in the world if I don't want to get the box like so many others do around here, but hey, at this point I have enough juicy details on my coworkers to blackmail the entire company. Although, I don't exactly have anything to say right now, so I figure I'll just ramble on a while and thereby lose your interest in ever coming back to this site. See ya later, suckers! I never liked you anyway. Kidding. I love you all. Really, I do. I'll be taking off work Friday to extend this weekend's trip to Tivoli. Basically, my super exciting preparation for these trips usually goes as follows: 1) Night before: Shave, pack my bag with DVDs, and run around my apartment in circles. (This may or may not include falling down the stairs. Depends entirely on my mood.) 2) Day of: Buy my dinner during lunchtime and let it sit in the car until the end of the day. Always Subway. Always the Chicken, Bacon, & Ranch 12-inch sub. 3) Gas up the Escort (also during lunch). 4) Use some comp time to leave work around 4:30 (or 4, if I'm lucky), and make sure my coworkers hear the sound of my tires squealing on the way out of the parking lot. 5) Hit the road right from work and devour aforementioned sub 6) Call Sara en route, and avoid breaking down in Mahwah 7) Arrive in Tivoli after only 4 hours See, you thoroughly enjoyed that, right? No? Then why are you still reading? In other news, I wore some new pants to work yesterday and had to run home to change them in the middle of the day after the toilet overflowed dirty water on to them and sent me running down the hallway all like "My butt's wet, don't look," though I didn't really say that aloud because I took the back route and didn't run into anyone, and thank God I didn't because it would have been very embarrassing to even attempt to explain why I had a huge wet mark on my ass, though I probably would have said something witty like, "Was it as good for you as it was for me?" and then I'd get fired, but boy would I have story to tell then, unlike the crap you're reading right now. This is what happens when I post from work. Sporting an Eye Patch Last week my coworkers caught me in the middle of a phone conversation with the owner of a hotel in Rockport, Massachusetts. It was around 2 o'clock and everyone was standing around, getting ready to leave work for our department party in Lancaster. "What the hell is Mike doing?" one of them said from behind me. "I don't know... but it looks like he's calling the Captain's Bounty!" another person said when she caught a glimpse of the Web site on the screen. Later on, they told me they thought I was ordering some kind of kinky pirate supplies. But no! It was even better that. I was planning my first full vacation with Sara. And now it's official. May 20-25. Ocean view. Full kitchen. Queen-size bed. (We could have had the king for the same price, but Sara and I decided that was way too big for us after our recent Maryland trip. We were practically on opposite sides of the room!) So now everything's booked, reserved, all ours, and I'm damn excited about this. In fact, I'm wearing swim trunks as I write this. Sara also came up with the brilliant idea of taking a trip down to Boston for a night while we're in Rockport, so of course I was quick to suggest a trip to Fenway. And, as it turns out, the Red Sox will be playing the Yankees that week (just after an interleague series with the Phils, actually), so that's just frickin awesome. Getting tickets could be a bit difficult (since they are only on sale to season-ticket holders, I think) but I have two months to figure out an inexpensive solution to this problem, so I'm not worried. And to top things off, Memorial Day is on that following Monday, which means (barring my annoying her to death with talk of apples and Amish Lima Beans, as I tend to do) the entire vacation will cover 11 days. Fuck yeah, Captain's Bounty. How to be a Voyeur  I've been having fun with the new truck Sara got me. But, other than that, there's not a whole lot going on right now. I do my best to keep busy and fill the long space in between trips to Tivoli. It helps pass the time. That's not to say there isn't fun to be had in that space. One of my new pastimes this year is bi-weekly people-watching at various bookstores in the area. Melanie and I have scouted all the major chains around here: Borders in York, Lancaster and Harrisburg, and the Barnes & Noble in Lancaster as well. (However, we've yet to visit the B&N in Camp Hill.) What do we do? Mostly talk, drink overpriced caffeinated beverages, and discuss the gossip in our lives. A typical conversation might look something like this ... Me: Sara Sara Sara. Sara? Sara. Haha! Sara Sara. Melanie: So, I just started this writing class and-- Me: Writing? Sara Sara Sara, Sara Sara; Sara. Sara. Melanie: Oh! I'm going to Las Vegas! Me: Las Vegas! Viva la Sara! Yeah, Sara Sara Sara! But when we're not talking, well, we're watching people. Listening. Studying. Trying to get a sneak peak into their lives just long enough to see what's going on and then quickly escape back into our own. We take guesses . At Borders, we figured that the man dressed in an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt was probably looking at a film or art magazine. At an independent coffeehouse, we wondered if the old fat man flipping through the racy photography magazine was sitting across from his mother. She was certainly old enough. Our most disturbing people-watching to date, however, did not happen inside a bookstore. It happened while we were trying to find a parking space. It was the night before the Super Bowl and we saw what appeared to be a father and his two sons walking quickly into the Circuit City next door. Oh, look at that, we said as we drove past. They're clearly on a mission; what do you think they're going to buy? We figured it had to be a new TV for Super Bowl party, or perhaps some cables for wiring their surround-sound. But, by the time we parked, we realized we might never find out what they went to buy, or whether our guesses were correct. So, we did what any other curious 20-something pair would do on a Saturday night. We followed them. We went into the Circuit City and watched their every move. And you know what? The bastards completely ruined our expectations. They weren't on a mission at all. They walked around aimlessly, looked at some iPod accessories, played with some laptops. It quickly became apparently that they were going to leave the store without buying anything at all! So, we left and watched people at Borders as usual. It's a good time, really. You should try it. But, I do have to admit, the more we people-watch, the more I find myself looking over my shoulder, searching the faces of people on the other side of the room and wondering, who's watching us? |
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