His Name is Tucker Max. He Is An Asshole.

About this time last year I bought a book. I had heard about it before, even read a page or two, but had never been inspired to get it until then. When I got home that day, just in time for lunch, I left the bag containing the book on my kitchen counter and proceeded to eat. After lunch, my stepmom noticed the recognizable logo on the bag as our town's bookstore and reached into it to see what I purchased.

Upon seeing the book, her face converted into one of disgust and she and my father proceeded to lecture me about how deplorable my taste in "literature" was (yes they actually used air quotes). My father even asked me if I had the receipt and made me promise that I'd return it. Being me, I ignored both of them and defiantely placed the book on my bookself. When I finally got around to it I ended up reading the book in one day, laughing hysterically the entire time.

The book was "I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell" by Tucker Max

It quickly became my obsession du jour. I spent my time researching everything I could about the book and the author. During one of these sessions, I found out he was turning one of his stories into a movie. I was over the moon. I then looked into who the cast was and nearly shattered mirrors with my squeals when I found out Matt Czuchry would be playing Tucker in the movie. Now for those of you who don't know, Matt played Logan Huntzberger on my all time favorite show, Gilmore Girls. My excitement nearly gave me a heart attack.

Now, after more than a year of waiting, the release of the movie is a little more than a month away. I've watched the (just released) trailer more times than I would like to admit, and I have a feeling a 2nd reading of the book is in my near future.

What can I say... I have a thing for Assholes...

Eww

Reason 92837498347593 why I have to get out of New Jersey: The person who sent this text lives in my county:

(201): bathroom sex at kohls isnt as trashy as it seems

Yes actually, it is.

Things I am looking forward to:

• Moving into my new apartment
• Seeing my big and our fellow Sigmas
• Ending my internship
• (hopefully) Getting my nose re-pierced
• Getting my hair cut
• The new season of Gossip Girl
  

for vicki...

In the airwaves

It's been a while since I posted music, so I figured I would give that a try again. And since I just recently wrote a post about Andrew McMahon ("my Paul") and how much I love his music, I thought it would be fitting to post a compilation of my favorite songs (in alphabetical order, because any other type of order would have been too difficult).

1. Airports
...planes made her feel like she could get away...
2. Dark Blue
...if you've ever been alone, you'll know...
3. If I Die (Live)
...do you remember what i said, while he's sleeping in your bed...
4. If You C Jordan
...i don't care if you die your hair you'll always be a little red head bitch...
5. Just Like A Woman
...please don't let on that you knew me when i was hungry...
6. Konstantine
...i always catch the clock, it's 11:11 and now you wanna talk...
7. Last Straw, AZ
...i wrote your name on top, i knew you'd never look...
8. Me And The Moon
...away with these nightmares, away with suburbia...
9. Rescued
...i'm feeling like i might need to be near you...
10. When It Goes Down
...i was really thinking i could be another lincoln...

A few days ago during the ride home from work with my father, we had a conversation about my post Emerson plans. He was a bit shocked by my willingness to discuss such things since we can't talk about my upcoming move into my first apartment without fighting.

After a bit of bickering, I told him what I've been telling everyone who asks about such things. That although I enjoy going to school in Boston, there is no way in hell I'll stay after graduation. My plan is to move to New York City and do the page program at CBS (basically a paid internship). So I won't have to deal with paying for two leases, my grandparents have kindly offered to let me stay in my aunt's old room. This would also give me time to look for an apartment.

My father was fine with the plan up until the last part.

"You're not living with Gramma and Grampa!" he said with such conviction and disdain you'd think I told him I was dropping out of school to become a prostitute.

I proceeded to remind him of two things:

1. The aformentioned fact that I refuse to live in Boston.
2. When I was younger and discussing college was simply something I did to pass the time, I clearly remember my stepmom saying none of her children were allowed to move back home after college. I (of course) took these words for gospel. My father (of course) thought I was insane for doing so.

"No one is kicking you out of your home, Sara," My dad replied. "You'll live at home for the summer while we look for an apartment and in August you can move out."

Now if you're a loyal reader of this blog, you should remember a post from a few weeks ago in which I formally declared that after this summer I would no longer be calling New Jersey home or spending more than a week in this God forsaken state. My father however refused to accept my hatred of the state as a reason why I shouldn't live here and just like that my carefully constructed plan crumbled like a fucking cookie.

As my role model Michael Corleone would say, "Just when I thought I was out they pull me back in!"