I just wanted to note for the record, that this weekend I was in LA, Phil was in Philadelphia, Joe was in Atlanta, and Frank was in New York.

Far far away from 1109 taylor st.

pillows and blankets

* originally from http://www.basementsixpack.wordpress.com *

With this slew of good weather lately, it might be hard to remember but Chicago winters were brutal.  I remember waking up thinking that I needed to shake icicles from my nostrils.  Or, no matter how many layers I put on, if I get out of bed, I will never be warm again.  Easily the worst was waking up, having to go to work and knowing with one hundred percent certainty that there was no place warmer on Earth than your bed at that very moment.  Yet, reality was cruel and you just had to get up and go despite how much your soul (not to mention fingers, toes and general extremities) shrieked NOOO!.

Eventually, I developed a system.  If I were to rate it myself on a genius scale from 0 to 100, 0 being juggling chainsaws while in a daycare and 100 being Einstein and Steve Job’s lovechild, I’d say it was a solid 90.  I would plan out what I needed to wear the next day and stacked it under the covers with me before I went to sleep.  That way, it would be warmed up the entire night and when the dreadful morning finally arrived, you could get dressed in bed.  Think about it, you completely forgo that awful moment when you have to take off your jammies even though you were already too cold to function.  In other words, I would wake up, and then while still under covers, put on my dress shirt, hoody, pants, socks, parkas, scarf, gloves, polar bear skin, etc.  Throughout the winter, whenever I was cold, I would think of home, which for me was the image of my bed with its mass of pillows, blankets and comforters.

Fast forward to present day, I am weeks away from moving to U of I to start law school.  Essentially I am on the brink of setting out on a new life.  I’m scared, possibly horrified, that this new setting will be brittle, cold and numbing to my skin.  Like the darkest Chicago winter day, I feel forced to leave home and fearful that I will never find another that is half of the one I’ve made here.  In the time I’ve spent here, the friends I’ve made have become the pillows, blankets and comforters of my life.  Really, you guys have given me support while my head saturated with stress and warmth in times when my heart iced over and true all encompassing satisfying comfort. ( get it? analogy between comforter and comfort? too direct? sigh…. )  And no matter how much I try to prepare myself to face the chill, nothing is better than just being home, in bed or with friends.  No, I don’t mean in bed with my friends.  Stop giggling Griff, you too Pat.

On the up side, the great thing about setting out to capture the day is that when you’ve done it, you can always come back home.  Gratefully, I know exactly where home is; it’s easy to find when it can’t be lost.

frankiet – brb

PS3 POST!!

helloooo world! iam posting this on a ps3!! isn’t this cool and convenient! … thisjust in… apparently joe says he justbeat me in posting the picture…um

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ps3 rocks!

[poon on ps3]

The Half-Naked Reunion

the virtual apt

So it seems that we are all branching out and making our own blogs.
That makes this blog like living room of the apt. Were we sit around with our shirts off and watch ninja warrior and talk about whatever, (show each other youtube videos)
Our personal blogs are our bedrooms. This is were you go to listen to your music that only that only you like, and say and do things that you wouldn’t do in the living room.

For example:
Frank would go to his room and pass out watching some terrible movie from netflicks using his single dell speaker.
Phil would walk into his closet and climb up to his sky bed and watch a girly anime.
Tim would be shopping for cool looking, but not necessarily comfortable, shoes online, while listening to hip new indie songs before they become cool through some independent film soundtrack.
I would mostly likely be sleeping on my giant heated jadestone superbed…naked.

-joe-

The Apartment

So I was scrolling around on the information superhighway and came across this at geekologie.

Disgusting right? I can’t imagine a place like that!! Then I saw our couch in the pictures…

Frank… How’s the apartment…

<3Handsome Hwang