New Style, But It's Still Grand

I was ready to scrap this thing completely and just focus on my writings, and not my bloggings, but I do miss this thing. It's very therapeutic, and I don't always know who to say what to, because I still feel that sometimes by me telling my friends what's bothering me I add to what's bothering them. So this way, I can say whatever I want to and have complete strangers read it. Or no one at all. I considered doing audio updates but that seemed way too common. These days you can't swing your dick without hitting some vlog, twitter or audiocast done by some queer who is obviously more witty then your other gay best friend. So I figured I would stick with what I know best, words. Lots of words. And if you were hearing this, it would be spoken quickly and animatedly. But not to the point to where you'd think I vacationed at Fire Island. Although, admittedly, I am listening to "party in the usa" while typing this. Damn you Miley! If you're going to make catchy music, you could at least try to not be annoying. Seriously though, I dare you to listen to it and not find it addicting. It can't be done. What balances out the listening of Miss Cyrus is the fact that I'm doing so in ratty jeans, a baseball cap and the same gray t-shirt I've had on and slept in since Thursday. I smell good though. I promise. I always make sure to smell good. I am a cologne whore. And I recently found out that you can get knock off colognes at the dollar store...yahtzee!!! Who's excited? This guy. I spent a good hour in the dollar store today, getting everything I needed and then some. I found the most delicious smelling candles! One smells like brewed tea with honey it in. And another one is orange and black currant. My room smells like a French bakery, it's fantastic. Sunday is the only day I get to do errands. The week is filled and overfilling with five classes, two jobs and the worlds most amazing friends and housemates. And of course a few movies and a couple chapters in whatever books I'm reading. I'm excited for the new Nick Hornby and the new Kazuo Ishiguro. Those are two of my favorite writers. I want to get a couple more chapters done in A Spot of Bother before my evening really gets started. I am torn between watching the Bears vs Packers game, or the VMA's. I think I'll record the VMA's and watch the game. But how catchy are those VMA commercials?! The sad thing is ninety percent of the kids who watch them probably have no idea they are based on West Side Story. What once was old is new again. On the topic of "old"...what is it with anyone over the age of twenty four thinking they already have one foot in the grave?! I've been hearing this kind of talk far too much lately? We live to be, like, 120 years old these days; being 25 is nothing. I think I'm really burnt by all of this because I had a date with a 26 year old the other day, and he made it clear that he was just soooo much older then I am. Which is complete lies because he's fresh out of law school, so debt wise and place-in-life-wise we are very similar. It doesn't help that we is supercute and just as witty as I am. I've had this kind of thing happen in the past too. Everything is going well until I own up to the fact that I'm only twenty. No one knows until I tell them, and even then they aren't convinced until they see my license. So can we all just agree that how old you are in life isn't always how old you are on a calendar. Ok, I need to go pick out a tattoo design. This is the new style of The Grand Life, keep up if you want to.