Gonna teach you tricks that will blow your mind.

The house is finally clean. After Josh proceeded to vomit next to the toilet, I proceeded to ignore it for a few hours. The funny thing about coming from a family with intense gag reflexes is that, we are always the ones who end up cleaning up things like vomit.

Sam (as posted kissing me below) and I have decided that we have a convenience marriage. Yesterday while hanging out, we left each other multiple times during the day to do things that we needed to get done before the party. He's one of my favorite new people.

Before the party even started, our neighbors had told me that they were going to give us a keg. We went to the little brewery in their basement to get samples! Dawn (the neighbor) was curious about Sam's tattoos. She grabbed his shirt, and looked at it. Sam then had said, "Yeah, it knicked my nipple". And then Dawn's husband walked in. We all gave him the 'deer in the headlights' look. Dawn grabbing shirt of young beautiful man, young beautiful man talking about his nipple. Nice. Dawn wrote me a letter. I will find a way to scan it in.

We sampled eight different kinds of beer! And we got an entire keg of homemade Irish red. People slowly trickled in, but as the night progressed, so did the fun. Blaine Kelley gave me two Maria Mena albums. Only him and I both understand the meaning and importance of that gift.

Greg Cash really grew on me this summer. His hard front is easy to make light of while drunk. His friend Rich, what it do. I should have made everyone sign a waiver before they came to the party, though. Rich is super offensive, in the offensive 'I am going to make fun of everyone' way. I think it's the best type of humor.

This has been the most official of official goodbyes that I've had in ages. I will get to see Chelsea, Wes and Blaine before I go. And what else do I really need besides that?

Anywho, the party was great and didn't stop until 7 am. Perkins is our saving grace, and guitar hero is better while beer'd.

Bah.

The days are getting fewer, and this week has definitely taken it's toll on me. I've found that MGMT has the most perfect song, fitting for this entire week. I wasn't sure if I was quite as ready to leave here as I said I was. But I am definitely ready now.

This is our decision, to live fast and die young. We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.

No, Josh. Don't.

So two nights ago I ran into Dawn, a lady who used to work at the Starbucks right next to the movie theater that I used to work at. The first thing she had said to me after our reunion via convention grill was

Dawn: Hey, have you talked to Jack lately?
Me: No, I haven't in years.
Dawn: Well he is working down at the Galleria Starbucks, so you should go see him.

I had found that to be kind of strange given that Jack was this guy who used to give me free coffee every single day. He was a manager, as well. There was a mutual understanding of attraction there, but I never pursued him because I was dating Braden for most of that time.

So then yesterday, while I was working the day shift at the Convention Grill...I ran into Jonathan. He was also a guy who worked at Starbucks. He had said to me

Jonathan: Hey, have you talked to Jack lately?
Me: No, I haven't in years.
Jonathan: Well he is working down at the Galleria Starbucks, so you should go see him.

Verbatim, the exact same conversation. Is something telling me to go to the starbucks in the galleria?

Maybe I will stop by today before work.

Blaine and I won't die young, but we won't die old.

Chicago and I are meant to be! It was a semi-dramatic, emotionally draining experience. But it was also just very simple. I finally met the girls that I will be moving in with. They've helped me determine that any interview that I may have for a new roommate (for the rest of my life) will consist of beer drinking, Heathers watching, and chain smoking while talking mad shit about the constantly draining world that we live in. It's mildly pessimistic, but majorly needed to vent with such passion. A "getting to know you" gone fantastic.

I am now at Blaine's house, reading old live journal posts. There are so many times that I cannot remember. I must have purposely blocked out most things. I've talked about everything from the shitty bands that I used to love to all of the fucking boys that I've liked. Hey there, Scottish Dude, I hope that you realize that our old conversations and livejournal comments were fucking RIDICULOUS. I shall share those embarassing times with you in person some night.

Blaine and I had a very heart felt moment that ended with, "When I'm with them, I am Miley Cyrus. But when I am with you, I am Hannah Montana!". He is genuinely someone that I will think about while I walk those streets of Chicago with my headphones on. I told him that he has made this year the most fun that my life has been in a few years. I enjoy not being pretentious with him. I enjoy wanting to enjoy fun.

As we tangled ourselves in blankets, we sipped our smoothies and really opened up about a past life we've not talked about yet. The birds were chirping at 7 in the morning, at the tiny little lake we've both known for good and bad times. I think we could both agree that we've created a different perspective on this subtle place.

Three fucking weeks.