The Comeback Kid....Post?

Well I have been most negligent to you my lovely little blog, I apologize. I am going to attempt to update you while sitting on a train back to Boston!


The last time I wrote to you all I was just returning to campus; my plate was full and I was eager to please. Boy have things changed, my little darlings. I went from a 20 credit semester to a 12 credit semester, and I couldn't be happier. German was scratched off before I set foot on campus because my heart was no longer in it. My independent study in Russian film was also laid to waste (actually officially dropped yesterday) because I found myself four weeks behind in my work. Needless to say, that shit is done with and I couldn't be happier. Now I can focus on keeping my GPA and kicking ass in the classes I am enrolled in.

Other news, I am dancing in my chair knowing that it is SIX DAYS away from Alkaline Trio's new CD "This Addiction". The video for the single was released not too long ago and I cannot get enough. There is something about

Alkaline Trio that always works for me, especially in dealing with emotions. They hit every point on the scale. They also know how to have fun with making people go "wtf?" and typically that's how I think they come up with a video, ha! Another exciting fact about the album is they will also be releasing a CD/DVD version <- I am ON that. I will not be able to get the album on the 23rd because my ass will be in class until at least 9 p.m. so expect purchase on the 24th and review some time thereafter.

Getting back to Academics, I would like to point out some of the bullshit that English majors are full of. Before anyone gets all defensive, I AM an English major so slooowww down...All I've been seeing lately is regurgitation. Professor says it, student spits it right back. I guess this is why I'm not and English LIT major; I prefer the writing classes where this is nearly impossible. Overall I'm kind of tired of the University life but I guess it's the "what the fuck would I be doing if I WASN'T in school?" thought that scares the shit out of me. I'm already scared shitless of the after-college experience. Enough of that shit for today.


So, I am sick and am now in Boston (it is now a day after since I started this post). I went into a 12 hour coma last night WITHOUT any type of cold medication, so that tells you how my body is feeling. Other than that, I'm just doing the do, waiting for Spring Break!, and pushing along. napalm dreams & little things is in desperate need of an update so I'm hoping to get to that soon. Until later my darlings...

Love,
-Napalm


P.S. I'm Nose Over Tail.

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