Drama for 14 year olds, and me

First of all, does anyone watch The OC anymore? I tuned out awhile ago, partly because I began watching Grey's, partly because I got bored of it, and partly because I'm 24 and figured it's probably time.

I decided I had to watch tonight though, since it was the last episode of the series (apparently I'm not the only one who quit watching?). I have a lot of good memories of watching with some Mich Lights at our apartment in college on Wednesday nights before going out to Chet's. And it wasn't just a girls' night...ahem, Pete, Losure, cough cough. Anyway, turns out I had missed roughly 19 major storylines (Seth's mom getting pregnant, Julie Cooper getting engaged, Ryan getting over Mischa Barton's tragic death and dating someone else, etc. etc.). But for the final episode, those clever people over at Fox pulled out every twist imaginable. It included some stuff in the present, like Julie Cooper's wedding, but then some other guy calling and saying don't do it, for him and for their son (what?!), and Ryan going off to Berkeley. And some stuff in the past, like Ryan's flashbacks to first moving to the Cohen's house and picking up the pieces from his almost tragic childhood, and some stuff in the future. I like when shows pull everything together so you can get comfort in knowing how imaginary people are in the future. And in case you were wondering, Seth and Summer get married, Julie is happily married with a son, Seth's parents have a new daughter and move out of their house, and Ryan becomes an architect or something, and as he's leaving a worksite, he sees a boy obviously from the wrong side of the tracks, and obviously it is just like him (right down to the similar zip-up jacket from when Ryan was first "rescued") and it ended with Ryan asking the boy if he needs help.

I like it when it goes full circle. I also liked The Lion King for that reason.



Also, did anyone else think it was weird that Anna Nicole's 5 month old baby got custody of her dead body?

Yee haw

I'm back from a little vacation visiting my brother in Austin. I had a good time, getting some sun, eating close to 4 lbs. of tortilla chips, and being on constant lookout for cacti and tumbleweed. I took a picture on my phone of the least nutritious breakfast I've ever had, but I can't figure out how to send it to my email and post it. It was made from tortilla chips, scrambled with eggs and cheese. And it looked like this:


And it was good.

We went out with some of Eric's friends, and it was nice being able to have my Bud Light outside in the middle of February.
It was Mardi Gras, and it was crazy. The cops were all out in their riot gear as we went from bar to bar. I got purple beads, and I made sure to see the favorite bar of the cast from Real World Austin.



And now, as I sit here starting at the 3 inches of ice covering a good chunk of my street, I've decided I'm close to wanting to move some place where it's warm for most of the year. I have a feeling that my opinion will change when it turns to spring in Boston, but right now I'm getting restless and feel like it would be fun to be in a new city, and I would be so much happier to get up every morning and go to work not wearing 3 layers. I don't know, I can't see myself actually getting up enough guts to move far away from everyone, and maybe I just need some chocolate to get over the post-vacation let-down.


6th street: I could go out here every weekend.

Update.

Gillian and I put our heads together, and came up with a good solution to the lasagna problem.

Step 1: Examine, and scoop out.



Step 2: Pretend to enjoy:



Step 3: Place in trash bag. Double bag it.



Step 4: Enjoy one last bite.


The lasagna weighed about 7 pounds, and it was obvious he had used a whole jar of sauce, a whole box of lasagna noodles, a ton of cheeses, and some green vegetable (spinach maybe?) which had been shredded into small pieces. So we did actually feel kind of bad as we took out a serving spoon and scooped it right into the trash. And, we were paranoid of getting some bad karma as a result of it, since the poor neighbor really just wants some friends. So we wrapped it up in several bags and were still a bit paranoid that we'd wake up one morning, and find that an animal had torn through the trash bags and lasagna was strewn about the street in front of our apartment. And that then our neighbor would kill us in our sleep.

Full of razor blades and anthrax?

I've been a little stressed out for the last few days, because I haven't been able to decide which team to root for in the Superbowl. It makes me uneasy to watch a game and not at least in the back of my mind be cheering on one team over the other. If I'm watching a game of any sport and don't have much of a preference, then I usually just pick the hometown team. But that doesn't work for the Superbowl. Or, for championship games, like the superbowl or world series, I'll just automatically pick the AFC or the American Leaguge. Anyway, there was a long thought process this morning in the shower, but I decided that due to my unexplainable liking of Peyton Manning since his college days at Tennessee, I'm going to have to root for Indianapolis. Really though, I'm rooting for some good commercials and tasty snacks.

With that problem basically solved, there's another issue to deal with here in our apartment. It's this:



This is a giant lasagna. Why do we have a giant lasagna in the fridge? Well, on Friday afternoon, I ran into our crazy upstairs neighbor, D3, who I regularly try to avoid since he cornered each of us and asked why we ignore him when he tries to come downstairs and hang out. Or asks when we want to go camping, or shopping, or cook dinner in his apartment.

So, when I ran into him, I made sure to make a quick getaway by not saying "See you later!" since the last time I used that phrase, it prompted him to say "Well when is later?" and I refused to take his phone number and call when I'm free, for the 2nd time. But just as I was heading inside the apartment, he told me that he made this lasagna and then realized he was going to be away for the weekend, and would I like it? Uhh...I quickly said I was also going to be away for the weekend, so thanks, but maybe my roommates would be interested. After another painful two minutes, he was finally satisfied when I said that IF my roommates were interested, they'd go upstairs and get the lasagna.

I got a text while at the bar later that night from Gillian, who had been just walking into the apartment when crazy neighbor came flying down the stairs, lasagna in hand, insisting that she take it. When I returned several hours later, there was a note on the door with baking instructions. So now the giant lasagna sits there...we're not really sure what to do with it, because we're pretty sure he's not above looking through our trash to make sure we didn't toss it. And it's in a glass baking pan, which means we're going to have to return it, and he's going to ask how it was. I'm going to maintain that I was away for most of the weekend and have no idea what happened to the lasagna, or just how yummy it was.