Sunday mornings are generally my most favorite time of the week. I prep the coffee, head to Readers World for a Times and a Press, come home, make something really yummy, and spend the morning working my way through both papers while listening to NPR.
Yesterday I prepped the coffee, got the Times and the Press, ate something fast and underwhelming, and started painting.
Painting a ceiling? Not fun.
I did have help with the rest of the room which was nice. And it really was worth the trouble as the room is now significantly brighter and at least looks cleaner. All that's left is finding a rug and moving the desk and then it is finished. The nice thing about having a month to move is that you get a month to move. The horrible thing about having a month to move is that you get a month to move. I'm ready for this to be over.
I rewarded myself last night by making homemade potato leek soup and going to Saugatuck where we ran into Erik which is always fun. AND Pete was nice enough to put The Family Guy on one tv and the Patriots game on the other. AND Peter most likely met the woman of dreams thanks to me wanting to buy her a drink for playing My Morning Jacket and Dylan on the jukebox. They talked Animal Collective.
I hate Animal Collective. They remind me of Sufjan only way more obtrusive and irritating and their lyrics are worse. I guess the one nice thing I can say about them is that they occasionally have some really nice musical moments but they interrupt it with wailing or screeching or repetitive nonsensical loudness. I'm really excited because Peter is thiiiiis close to getting their new cd in at the library which means I'm definitely gonna get to hear it. Plus the new Panda Bear cd is coming in which for all of you lucky enough not to have heard of him is a member of Animal Collective.
Anti-hipster music rant over.
As usual we stayed longer than we wanted, but met some cool people (Animal Collective girl included) and I managed to drag my sorry ass to work on time this morning armed with tea and a peanut butter and jelly sammidge for breakfast.
We have a huuuuge decision to make this afternoon: Do we go to the 4:10 or the 7:15 showing of "No Country For Old Men." Because we're going. Today. Let moving my clothes up wait one more day. For some reason this movie is only playing at one theater in GR which means if we're gonna be up there anyway we should probably just go to The Pita House for supper. And if we go to the one in Easttown we should probably stop in at Mulligans.
It would be rude not to.
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first of all buying her a drink was my idea, secondly you don't know what you're talking about regarding animal collective
well, huh. huge surprise, i actually don't remember now. i remember asking if you had money for the drink and i remember getting pushy about making sure she got one...
and i stand by my opinion of animal collective.
no, really, you've got the animal collective thing wrong. sorry. we're all wrong sometimes, and comparing them to sufjan is well, wrong.
I compare them to Sufjan only in my immediate dislike for something the World seems to enjoy.
I have a very slow learning curve when it comes to music. Mayhaps this new album will finally do it for me.
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