new york/pittsburgh

Yeah New York.

Yeah Pittsburgh.

Yeah pictures.

Lukas, Cheryl and I roadtripped our way to New York, which roughly translates to a) me doing zero percent of the driving and b) passing by hotbeds of awesomeness such as Indiana (!), Ohio (!!), and rural Pennsylvania (!!!).  Highlights included us calling our parents asking them to google the nearest Cracker Barrel for us (Bloomsburg, PA, where everything is crackerized) just so we could eat grits.  That and hedging bets as to how to pronounce DuBois, PA, and shooting deer a la Big Buck Hunter.  

New York is good for the soul, despite the fact that its ridiculous garbage and general dirtiness will easily take ten years off your life. And it was good seeing Savina, Theresa, Cheryl, and Ina again.  Yay girlies.  I did a bunch of randomness in New York, namely eye suspiciously gay boys in Chelsea, wander downtown, meander through Columbia, marathon through four museums in three days, and blow $70 at Strand buying, among other things, art theory books (Arthur C. Danto is a perpetual weakness of mine......although contrary to popular belief, I do not dance to Daft Punk while reading him.  Not necessarily.).  Oh, I also bought more Pocky for my Pocky wallpaper in dirt cheap Chinatown--i'm 22 boxes strong now and have branched out to exotic flavors such as Milk Tea Pocky.  Glico is pure genius for selling this stuff.  I've also become overly fixated with the subway system, just because i adore public transportation and civil engineering.  Although I love the El, the Metro megashits on it.

Lukas and I headed to Pittsburgh after New York to visit Paul for a couple of days.  Paul, by the way, has a new haircut everytime i see him.  For two days, I was fed on alcohol, grease, and humidity.  Good stuff. :)   I had my first Primanti sandwich there, to which an overexcited flickr fan immediately sent me his rendition of sammich death.  The spinach and yogurt eating Karen would be nauseated and secretly jealous.  I also had the pleasure of going to Gooski's-- which has an orgasmic jukebox selection--and watching a documentary about penguins.  Concerning the latter, we sat in front of a girl who viciously cooed at floppy stumbling penguins and frozen babies for an hour and a half.  The climax was when she laughed so hard at freefloating cuteness that she farted.  I would watch the movie again just for her presence.

Lukas, we found out, will have as a roommate similar to Penguin/Exploding Anus Girl, albeit for only two weeks.  You know who I'm talking about: the ones who giggle at babies, have lower back tattoes of nondescript designs, and whose internal makeup consists of rainbows, puppies, and stickers.  This one in particular owns a toy dog that is half the size of a cat.  Oooh, painful.  If that dog comes anywhere near me, I'm gonna jack it in the face.  Teach him to be all small and shit.  Arbitrary smallness will not be tolerated in the household. 

Yeah, those anger therapy sessions havent quite picked up yet.