Back in the 617: Land of 10,000 Lakes meets the Bay State

Where the hell have I been?

I will tell you. Since I last posted (21 days ago) I have finished classes, finals, brought my stuff home, and gained a husband...well, we're not actually married but don't tell us that. Wait, what? Yeah I'm confused too.

So as you should know about socialtreason.blogspot.com, the man behind that, is the man sitting next to me right now, the man I picked up from Logan Airport on the 22nd, and he belongs to me...that he already knows. AND THIS is his FIRST time in my lovely Boston, even though he's not seeing much of it. We'll work on that...we actually have a planned outing with my family to the Museum of Science this week. He's already in good with my family. DAMN, can't get rid of him now...joking, I'm joking. I don't plan on it. I've waited long enough, I won't let him get away from me *maniacal laughter* .

Now I know this post is a little different than my usual talk but that's just the mood I've been in for the past, almost, week. Hopefully you will here from me some more...not until after the 4th most likely, sorry darlings. When I do finally come back to internet life, I'll tell you a little more about my two week Minnesotan invasion, what goes on, and this little flight to Europe I have planned for the 7th...

Until then, I hope all your holidays were/are stuffing and you're all having a wonderful winter (or lack-there-of if you're in the Northeast)...

'You took the part that once was my heart.
Why not take all of me?'
-Napalm

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

vague passion

It's only Tuesday.


If you're having a bad day fucking tell me about it, if there's some douchebag at work not pulling his weight I want to know, if you can't pay your bills because the economy sucks fucking scream about it...just don't be a fucking vague bastard. Maybe that's just me but I'm tired of people taking the easy way out. If you're going to fucking rant, do it right! and if you're not comfortable spilling your life, why bother even telling us the vague details? If I ask you how you are, I'm not some asshole that will walk away before the answer. I want to know the good with the shit. So spill it. And if you don't want to honestly know exactly how I am doing because my answer is too long don't fucking ask.

In other news, yes it is only Tuesday and it feels like it should be Friday, or at least these two days have been longer than life. I'm in the middle of figuring out next semester and I'm trying to work in some writing classes into my schedule so I can have an outlet. I miss having a writing class...correction: a creative writing class [I'm currently in Literary Analysis and that is NOT an outlet].

What else? I finally bought the Dope album "No Regrets". It came out back in March and I've been eying it and honestly, forgetting about it for a few months. I'm obsessed with one song called "Dirty World" because it's just that, dirty, and I fucking love it. I love Edsel's sexual style and the lyrics...some Dope songs just sound like sex. You'd have to listen to know. I'll leave the "Dirty World" song at the end of this post. As an album as a whole, there isn't a song I skip when listening to it, so that's some good shit right there. Get on it.

Man, what a mouth I have in this post. My vocabulary must be feeling a little vulgar tonight.

That's all I have for you tonight. I'm too busy putting off my life to really get into a post. I did, however, put up a new entry on napalm dreams & little things earlier and have another dream to post but I might get to that tonight. I also got a book in the mail that should be absolutely, brilliantly mind-numbing and leg-paralyzing. I'll talk a little more about it in my next post, granted I get into enough.

Until next time, go listen to some Dope and break something.
Love,
-Napalm

napalm dreams & little things (pt. 2): the birth of a blog

Evening lovelies,

It's a Tuesday night, I'm sitting in my dorm room eating Salt & Vinegar Pringles, putting off a take-home exam and singing Sweet Child O' Mine which has been stuck in my head all day.

'She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky'

It never ends.

So the NEW BLOG is finally here! A dream I've been having finally sparked it and napalm dreams & little things was born! about 10 minutes ago...

As I've said before, I hope for this to be a dream log and won't be constantly updated since it relies on my sleep patterns. Those need a little help themselves. However, whenever I wake up and can remember a dream I will make sure to post those for your analytical pleasure or simple curiosity. I'm excited to get the ball rolling and the first post will be up shortly (as soon as I get my next-ten-minutes life together).

This is how I procrastinate. Off to the new blog, see you there. Until next time...

Where do we go now?
Love,
-Napalm

Beyond The Border; Turkestan

Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls, humans and...all you other creatures, today you are amazing and you should look into the mirror and tell yourselves that. Right now, go find a mirror. Anyhow...

I love coming up with titles for these posts, because they make no sense as they stand on their own, however- these two are the titles of the Tang poems I'm using in the paper I'm currently writing [insert breath here after run-on sentence]. It's not such an issue but I am exhausted and I have two write 3 more pages...and when you feel like shit, three pages can feel like ten. It's interesting research and once I get into I know I'll go with the flow, hopefully. Maybe not, who knows. It is more interesting to me because I get to talk a little bit about Russian history, and well, I have a soft spot for the hunkin'-landmass called Россия (in fact, it's almost like a love affair, it's just that good).

I gave in and bought new shoes today, after wearing the same ones for about the past seven years...to see the difference, take a look at these two photos: http://twitpic.com/lnrf3 and http://twitpic.com/lnre3. With this being one of the coldest Octobers on record, I guess it was time to go without holes and have whole shoes again...even if they are made of canvas.

Other future purchases I would like to discuss with you, is the Nikon D3000. Originally I had my hopes set on a Nikon D60 but they are circulating those out now and since I want a new camera from somewhere I can get a protection plan, I'm not buying used even if everyone would advise me to. I barely have the money to buy the damn thing, let alone fix something if it breaks. So all-in-all I just wanted to know what your opinion is (unless you already gave it to me nine million times *cough cough*) and whatever else you wish to say.

Now enough of this procrastination, maybe I'll actually go and get some work done instead of messing around with everything else that isn't my paper. Until next time...

Sit back, relax, and enjoy your flight.
Love,
-Napalm

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