Gravity's a bitch.

Hello my stuffed birds!

So time at home, which started Wednesday night, has to end...actually coming to an end two days ago on Sunday. Wednesday night was dinner at a restaurant and Thanksgiving food fed me until I physically left the state and traveled far from it. I'm going to avoid the negative aspects of my mini-vacation, and there were a few. There is a good chance I watched a minimum of 20 movies those 4-5 days and I can say it was close to amazing. The majority of them some way involving Eli Roth (go watch the Thanksgiving trailer) in one way or another. I want that man to kill me...in a movie of course. I won't start talking about Mr. Roth, I don't want to get carried away. That level of procrastination hasn't been reached in a long time. But now I am back on campus, working my ass into nonexistence. I have a 4 essay exam-like thing that's kicking my behind. I did well on the last one for this class (Russian Society & Culture) but my brain shut off the day I left for Thanksgiving break...which isn't good considering my last class isn't until the 10th and my only final is on the 18th.

I'm ready for break, you have no idea. So as you know, I listen to a ridiculous amount of music daily from all different genres and all different parts of the world. As of late I've reverted back to some old favourites...and when I say old favourites I mean things that were listened to constantly around age 12 (a little over 7 years ago, damn I'm so young...) which includes Mudvayne. Look up the lyrics to "Mercy, Severity". Just sayin'... You can usually guess the mood I'm in by the music I need. Yes, need. My music is chosen by my needs, or my needs chose the music. You get it. I don't consciously go "this will be good..." it just works and you do know what I mean so I don't need to explain that shit to you.

I have some strange dreams my mind conjured up that I need to post to napalm dreams & little things. Hopefully I'll be getting to that soon. Until I work my way over there I need to write a little more about Stalinist Russia, so give me a break. Tell me all your secrets. Until next time...

'Mother of creation wait'
Love,
-Napalm

Call me later...I'm melting into the carpet

So another weekend goes by on campus.

This means I survived another week of classes. Friday night I watched one of my RAs play in a little jazz group he and a few friends threw together and then stayed up until 3:30 in the morn to watch Casino Royale eating FroYo from Stat's. Delicious. Yesterday I attempted to do some early and cheap Christmas shopping. Disgusting, I know. So I took the bus on over to Newington. I don't know why I thought going anywhere near a shopping center on a Saturday afternoon would be a good idea. Everyone is shopping and everyone is walking ridiculously slow, looking at things they're not going to buy.

Currently I'm in the library, once again. You can find me hear every weekday without fail for at least an hour. For some reason I'm more focused when I'm surrounded by others who are extremely focused. Make sense? I try working in my lounge, but if I'm alone I don't get as much done...and in my room, it's usually hopeless. Plus this helps me hide from the stress of everyone else. It's my job to listen to people complain and when I'm not working, and EVERYONE has something to complain about...well, I'm not as understanding lately. It seems the only thing I complain about is people complaining. Ironic? Tell me a story, tell me what's going on. Don't complain about it. I'll want to smack you upside you're whiny little head. Which also brings me to something I find humorous. I seem to be more irritable when I'm in a good mood...as in, I don't want anything to ruin it. So if I'm in a good mood, find a different therapist.

In other news. IT'S ALMOST THANKSGIVING! Sweet baby jeezums. Thank fucking gob. This means it's almost the end of classes (Dec 11 technically but I'm done on Dec 10) and you will see me running around like a maniac because I will finally get my FREEDOM from life. For at least a month...then it'll start allover but I'm not thinking about that. I'll also be registering on the 8th so I'll let you know how that goes and what my hectic schedule (my schedules are always hectic, there's no winning there) looks like.

Hmm...what else? Oh! Alkaline Trio news. They're planning to release their 7th studio album on Heart & Skull Records/Epitaph Records! This is exciting. Not only the record label move (an amazing choice I may add)...ALKALINE TRIO IS COMING OUT WITH A NEW ALBUM. Very happy narrator here. Will promptly purchase and review whenever possible (no clue of the release date yet). Read about it @ the Epitaph Blog

Well until next time I'll leave you with a little Trio for your listening pleasure.
Maybe I'll catch fire...
Love,
Napalm

Matt Skiba owns you all...

Monday Morning Caffeine: My Hands Can't Stop

Good afternoon darlings,

I'm writing to you from the comfort of a little corner in the Dimond Library (UNH - Durham) with my feet up, headphones on, Madness singing my mood up. My mood, however, has been light as feathers today which is a great feeling and I'm ready to take down anyone who causes me to feel differently. My morning started an hour earlier today so I could grab a quick bite to eat and head to the Russian Department in Murkland Hall. I planned to have an extra hour of study time before my Russian exam...during this time I found I downed three cups of Russian tea (caffeine levels through the roof...my hands are all jittery). I just love the samovar, love love LOVE. They must be sold somewhere, hmmm... The photo I have hear isn't exactly like the one we have but you get the idea, as many people have never even heard the word samovar before. Oh...and my Russian exam was pushed to tomorrow! One more day of studying and jittery hands.

What else? It's been a while since I've written anything here but honestly not much has changed. I'm still a college student reading and writing (required in at least three different languages) nonstop and just enjoying life when I can. Classes are almost over, they end on December 11th and that is A-OK with me. I'll probably live in the library until then...watching squirrels scrounge under trees and people run across campus (like now). I enjoy this library lots and I'll miss it when I graduate. Good thing that day is a little over five semesters away....I need to get on study abroad stuff. Maybe tomorrow. Or next week. Or next semester, ha ha! I'm really put things off until the last minute- I just need to focus on getting to class every day for the rest of this semester. It's a goal and it will be accomplished.

Well that's all I have for you today, hopefully I'll be back tomorrow with another post and if not- hopefully not too far off. I'm going to brew another cup of tea before Lit. Analysis...I see an addiction forming. Until then, I'm going to leave you with a little Madness to brighten your day as they have mine.

Drinks up!
Love,
-Napalm


Suggs owns you all <3

another day goes by...and then it's November? and I'm Fucking Pissed

Warning up front: Vulgar language....then again, look who's writing it.

We're almost a week into November. When did that happen?

So, Halloween weekend was Halloween weekend. I don't think I really need to explain that one to you. I danced my ass of well past midnight and when I went to sleep...who knows what time it was; daylight savings time confused the hell out of my ass that morning. Two things went down last weekend:

1. A kid in our dorm got a door slammed onto his hand and his fingers are stitched together right now. I woke up to screaming and yelling at 4 in the morning and low & behold, the ambulance is pulling away with this kid in the back. I feel really bad for him and for the douche who slammed the door on him- they're probably feeling pretty fucking guilty right about now....and...

WHILE WE WERE ALL DANCING OUR ASSES OFF

2. There was a "severe beating" (according to the police officer who was at my door the next morning) in front of Sawyer Hall (where I live) around 11:30 on Halloween night. I wasn't there for it, I was dancing my ass off...but come to find out a few hours later, it was a friend of a friend type deal that was the victim. Now even if I didn't know this kid, and know all the people who tell me how awesome he is, what kind of fucking heartless assholes would gang-up, 3 to 1 (possibly 5 to 1), to just beat the shit out of some kid enjoying his Halloween night like a good college student? How the fuck would you like to have your jaw wired shut after someone decided to kick you in the face? Yeah you wouldn't be having a grand old time when your dinner is coming through a straw!

People are fucking idiots some time and I just can't understand it. Here's a link to a short 7 News Article about it. I can tell you though, I know there is at least 3,000 UNH students (known via facebook groups) that are FUCKING PISSED about this and hopefully if someone has ANYTHING, ANY INFORMATION they would contact the police. Hell! Send me an anonymous comment here and I'll pass it on...no one needing to know who it was.

That's all I have to say for now, just try and be a little more humane and less human, understand me? "Do not do unto others as you would expect they should do unto you" ...or simply, don't kick someone in the face if you don't want my fucking boot in yours.

All my love to Adam and friends,
Plea for Peace,
Love,
-Napalm

Facebook support group: http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/group.php?gid=165361619340&ref=ts

pillow talk

[Ignore the post date. Actually posted on 12.October.2009]
What a past few days it has been for my body.

It seems that one of my roommates is prone to getting sick and I believe it's been twice now (having only lived with her for a month and a half) that I've caught whatever she has. So Friday I took a bus back to Boston and have been practically living in bed since then. Twenty-two pills later, I returned to campus via the same bus line last night.

Now it is Tuesday and it's the greyest of grey days. Raining all day and all night...I just may have to give in and buy new shoes. My converse are torn to shreds and I have been wearing them for years. Normally, I would say fuck it (as I have for the past two years with giant holes in my shoes) but now it's affecting my health so I guess it's time to beat up a new pair. I'm just cheap, broke mostly, and find it ridiculous how much I have to pay for a pair of shoes that my mom paid TEN BUCKS at the most for when she was a kid (three decades ago). So either I'll find myself buying new cons at the mall on Thursday or I'm ordering some Draven shoes on Interpunk.com. We shall see.

What else? I think it may officially be time to start the "Dream Blog". I might work on the layout tonight and a possible intro and if that's the case I will come back and edit in a link into this post somewhere/mention it in my next post. With the amount of medication I've been on in the past week, I've been having some crazy dreams that would be interesting to put down on paper/via blog.

Ok I have a conference with a professor at 1:45 so I'm heading to Zeke's for a Chai tea/Hot chocolate and to see if I can track down my friend who works in the library. Until next time darlings...

give'em the boot,
-Napalm

napalm dreams & little things

Hello my beauties...

So it's been about another week since I posted last. I don't want this to become a weekly blog deal but it's slowly becoming that way. I try to post when I don't feel swamped by life, and life is drowning me.

As I sit in the library, Facebook chatting with my friend who is currently studying in Germany, I have this overwhelming urge to not edit the paper that is due tomorrow. It's an analysis on Mikhail Bulgakov's Heart of a Dog...and is for my Intro to Russian Contemporary Society & Culture class. Don't get me wrong, I am fascinated with what I learn in that class but the workload is daunting. I will eventually get to that later.

In other news, I need more music in my life. How is this possible? I don't know. I feel stagnant in my music...but then I'll go put on another Rancid album and I'm happy as pie...If pie was ever happy. So I've been doing something I hate, searching MySpace. I used to get a lot of music from MySpace (about 5 years ago) when that was the only thing I used the internet for, other than tagbooks (if you were a member of the original bolt, send me a line!). So if you have anything to share with me, new or old, yours or not, let me know. I WANT SOME MUSIC.

Also, I don't know if I proposed this idea before but I have been wondering for the longest time about a "dream" blog where I keep track of the dreams I have. It obviously wouldn't be a daily update because I probably wouldn't remember ever dream I've had. It also wouldn't take away from this blog because I wouldn't be ranting on my dreams, just telling them as they are. So let me know what you think and maybe I'll give it a go.

Well that is all for this evening. I have a meeting in 7 minutes and counting for AEGIS [which I will explain another time I assure you]. So until next time...

Mind The Gap.
-napalm

Sawyer Hall, Not Tom

Let's see if I can get this post out before my floor meeting at 6...

So I am officially back on campus...Sawyer Hall is now where I call home but Boston will forever be mine. It has been an exhausting 4 days I must say and I'm glad my biceps don't have mouths because they would be screaming. So here's a quick breakdown of how things have gone...

Thursday: I left my heart back in Boston around 7:15 a.m. and arrived in Durham, NH sometime around 8 a.m. Enjoyed a quick bagel at the Bagelry before moving all my stuff into my empty built-up triple. If you don't know, a built-up triple is a room made for two people but they shove three into it. Surprisingly, it's decently sized and there is some room we don't know what to do with. Not that there needs to be anything, but we're contemplating it. Thursday afternoon I went to my meeting at Alexander Hall. I signed up for opening crew (why I moved in on the 27th and not the 30th) and we were preparing the hall with signs and such for the Freshmen moving in on the 28th. That night, I went with a few friends to Dos Amigos in Dover, NH and had a delicious steak quesadilla...and then called it a night to be sore in my room and finish putting everything away.

Friday: Up at 6, out at 7 to move in Freshmen which turned out to take eight hours. 7 a.m. to 3 p.m. Some of the students and families were great, helping out, and genuinely thanking us for our help. Others just stood next to their piles of stuff while we lugged their kids pointless crap up three flights. Those people annoyed the hell out of me. After the 8 hours with only a cheese sandwich lunch, it was to HOCO! with the opening crew girls for a little ice cream treat. Later on I would eat a cheese steak at Wildcatessen, delicious delicious! as always. Then it was back to spend the evening/night with my Freshmen roommate Cate who moved in during the morning while I was at Alexander Hall.

Saturday: was a pretty uneventful day I would say. I slept in a bit and decided to grad some breakfast and head over to Newington to pick up a few things I wanted for the room. Turns out bus service doesn't resume until Monday so I grabbed a fruit salad and a hot chocolate from the Bagelry and read High Fidelity for a while (great book!) before heading back to the dorm to hang with my freshie and the hall director.

Sunday-Today: Today was just as crazy. Woke up early and helped my other roommate (person I lived with last year) move in and then helped a friend move into her dorm. Bought some things for the room, a new lamp to clip to my bed...I have to read a lot. We did a lot of room stuff and just got everyone acquainted with everyone else.

But at this point, I just want to close my eyes and drift of to la-la land. And I did NOT get to post this before my 6 pm meeting. After my meeting and dinner it is now 9:09 pm and I am exhausted. First day of classes tomorrow and I'm hoping each class just throws my syllabus at me and tells me to get lost.

Later children.
-Napalm

Breakfast In A Box

Sorry my lovelies!

I know I have been horrible these past...6 days! And should have gotten a post to you. To quickly wrap up my weekend: Friday night called for Chicago Uno's -with a waiter more delicious than any dish they serve- and an ice cream on the beach from the Banana Boat (Revere Beach that is. Been there forever, go.). Saturday I went to IHOP with some friends from Maine and a few Massholes. They staff already had their hands full until all 7 of us decided to show up. Caught up with one another since it had been about a year or two since we all last saw each other then we booked our asses up Route 1 to Michael's Arts & Crafts. Didn't get anything there but a friend and myself snuck into DSW next door and made away with a pair of heels each. Sunday I found myself in Framingham, MA at another friend's house for some poolin' and pastries. Breakfast that morning was provided by Spinelli's -a potato and cheese panzarotti and an eclair. Sunday night, got home sun drunk and looking to play computer games until I passed out.

But what was I up to today? PACKING. Horrid way to spend a Monday if I say so myself. I'm not a fan of packing- unpacking, I can do. I will be back on the UNH campus on August 27th (10 days and counting), and someone told me I should start packing- I said I would if they helped me- they agreed, so I was stuck packing today. I usually wouldn't begin until oh, the 25th or so. Today was one of those days that you sit on the toilet longer than necessary because the bathroom is the coolest room in the house. I'm not ready for the drama of campus, not at all, here in Boston I live relatively drama free. Here, it's also easy for me to tell those who bring drama with them to fuck-off. They are easily avoided, not-so-much on my campus.

Well that's all I have for you tonight. I'm in the middle of the daunting task of weeding out the bad eggs from my digital music collection. I'll have a better post for you tomorrow with more rhyme and reason. Go listen to some Rancid, make me happy...

Until Tuesday.

Hold your head up high
Love,
-Napalm