For lack of anything better to do, coupled with the fact that I have some extra cash that I enjoy getting rid of, I took Felly to the mall yesterday. Really what it came down to is I hate spending MY money on clothing...I can't help but brak it down like this: one pair of pants = 3+ hours of work, etc. Terrible way to live really, but anyway. Felly faired fairly well (hehe) considering she HATES shopping, and she even found a pair of pants for work at Old Navy. I hate shopping also and usually can't find a damn thing that I like, but I was lucky enough to buy 2 pairs of jeans and a pair of waterproof winter boots and a free tank top from Old Navy for buying the aforementioned jeans, which I am sure every other girl this side of the Mississippi now owns also. It's fine.

School starts tomorrow. Fabulous I think. I am sure it is going to take some getting used to not being with Felly 24/7 I am sure we will get into a nice little domestic routine within a few weeks. She starts her job on Tuesday, so it is all working out quite nicely.

Finally, thanks to everyone for truly showing us a good time on Friday night. We got to see a little bit of a bunch of different bars and we even got to dance! I love dancing. Really.

Now we are off to the Arts Festival. I am excited.

I went to "Graduate Orientation" today, and by that they aparently meant "History of Buffalo". I learned all about the Erie Canal, the first hospitals, and the fact that the electric chair was invented here. I learned about some dudes named Flint, LaFayette, and some others I don't remember. Also, that UB was once private and was later incorporated into the SUNY system by a Rock-ah-fella. Very important information indeed.
Not to be rude, but what a collosal waste of time! I got my parking permit which is probably the one and only useful thing I managed to take home with me from that little event.
Oh yes, and I discovered that it takes 30 minutes to take the Western round the water highways and only 20 minutes to take the middle of downtown using 90 highways. Very good.

So in conclusion, this is my last weekend on FREEDOM! I haven't been in a classroom on 2 years so it is time to celebrate, and by celebrate I mean leave my apartment! Who's with me?

There is life outside your apartment.
I know it's hard to conceive.
But there's life outside your apartment.
And you're only gonna see it if you leave.



Did I mention I was gay?

So, as Felly and I were sitting on this couch this morning drinking some lovely coffee, someone pulled into our parking lot. Not that this was particularly out of place, but the cats took notice, so I did as well. What I soon saw was so very puzzling indeed...a young man got out of the SUV in a hurry and ran around to the front of his vehicle and proceded to stand there...and I was like uhhh, is he peeing? And indeed he was! Standing there with nothing but his SUV hiding his junk, in the rain, in MY parking lot, peeing. I guess he really had to go cause he was there for a good minute or so, then gave a little wiggle wiggle, came around the front of his vehicle still zipping up, got in his car, and drove away.

Who does this?? Seriously, go about 20 feet on either side of this apt. and you will find gas stations. Does standing in the rain in front of your car in some random parking lot really sound like a better option? Granted, I don't have a penis and therefore could never even begin to fathom peeing outside being better than in, but... well....I dunno. What more is there to say?

If you haven't yet, check out the website ala Geico and perhaps even a new TV show. Felly and I spent perhaps a little too much time in there screwing around...might I suggest, don't give up to easy. Go into both options at the front door, try on various outfits, answer peoples phones and enjoy being a voyeur for a while, or uh, lame.

When we lived in New Paltz there were at least 2-3 other people who would feed the cats in the morning and keep the occupied until I woke up. Now, we keep the door open because otherwise they will scratch the shit out of the door until we feed them. I don't mind having them in the room really, except when one of them starts eating out new plant and Felly thinks its a good idea to launch a pillow at him from across the room causing first cat to go flying and second cat, who was peacefully sleeping at my side to also go flying.

It is cold. What gives? Last night I was in a hoodie and my slippers. Seriously folks, is this it for summer? Tell me the truth, be honest. Will I no longer be able to wear tank tops except under layers? What are the chances of wearing flip flops a couple more times before the leaves start to fall?

Also. I love fall. Halloween especially. And...I don't remember who posted about it, but when in Wal Mart (yes I went there, I don't like to talk about it ) there was halloween shit everywhere. And basic fall like decorations. consumer culture blah blah blah...whats fun to do around here in the fall? New Paltz had a super fall culture surrounding the local farms in particular with apple picking, pumpkin picking, carving contests, haunted houses and the like. I am a sucker for some good hot apple cider also. I don't like the cold, but there is something cozy and romantic about hats and scarves and runny noses when there isn't snow on the ground.