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Dan bought me a pint of Chubby Hubby and we played THPS3.

End of story.

I can't stop watching Lost. My iPod was stolen from me yesterday at an amazing show. I feel like an asshole for leaving it in my bag as I went to go dance. I really need a job. I'm pretty sure I fucked up getting unemployment because I am lazy and can't find my records. I really want some ice cream. Ben & Jerry's. Whenever I think of going to get ice cream I think that is two movies I can go out and rent. Whenever I think of renting movies I think of how it is a 45 minute walk to Videology and I don't have my iPod. Whenever I think of my iPod I think of how broke I am and shouldn't be wasting what money I have left over from my overly gracious parents on frivolities like Chubby Hubby. Which I had last night and was delicious.

I went to NYC Zine Fest today. It was small, but good. I managed to only spend four dollars, but I wanted to spend a lot more. I was originally not going to go because I was so scared that I would overspend way too much. There were these two girls that had short poems printed on little scrolls they rolled up to look like cigarettes, and they filled a cigarette machine with them. It was one of the coolest things I have ever seen.

On Tuesday I started volunteering at Housing Works. I helped set up and close down comedy night. Mike Birbiglia showed up and did brand new material. Or at least it was new to me. Andy Blitz was also there, who I knew previously from being on the Invite Them Up CD that I have. The guy hosting was the funniest, and I had never heard of him before too. And the second funniest was a comedian who wasn't schedule to perform but happened to be in the audience. As a place to volunteer Housing Works seems great. All the staff and volunteers seem really friendly and enjoy hanging out together. I am really excited to meet new people.

Yesterday I got a memebership at Videology. Now I'm renting DVDs as well as paying for three Netflix DVDs at a time. My movie watching is getting out of control.

Minutes ago I got off the phone with someone from the Department of Labor straightening out my unemployment claim. I should find out if I am getting anything shortly. I hope I get it, because I currently have $85 to my name. I also have no job prospects yet. But I do start at Housing Works tomorrow. I am really excited. It should be nice having a job that might enable me to meet a person.

I have basically only listened to the Mountain Goats for the past four days. It is good to listen to something that is so comforting. The past year of my life hasn't been as saturated with the music of John Darnielle as the previous six. I've been in Monroe since Tuesday. Originally I only planned on staying a day to see Sara. Ended up I didn't see her as much as I wanted to, and I got stuck in Monroe for longer than I wanted to. Missed a few shows I had wanted to go see. Most of the nights involved going to A-Plus to get burritos and coffee. The coffee was okay. It pales in comparison for my new love of microwavable gas station burritos.

First full day in New York while being unemployed. I got up, dicked around on the Internet, made some food, wrote a little bit, went to the gym, did some cleaning, ate again, showered, socialized and here I am now watching The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou. Hopefully I will so more reading and writing and less dicking around. Some work would be nice as well. I just want to avoid becoming an unemployed asshole. It is odd to get used to accepting money from my parents again. I need to get working on that resume. There is nothing that reminds me more how unimpressive I am.

Got back to Brooklyn today. Walked around for hours. Since I quit my job I have felt so relaxed. I feel like I'm 20 for the first time, which is cool. Too bad I'm only 8...

Notable events in my life since last posting:

• Zak and Keenan spend a week in my apartment with me.
• Sara spends a night in my apartment with Zak, Keenan and I.
• Everyone leaves.
• Drew, Kevin and Lennon spend a night in my apartment with me.
• I realize I enjoy being used as a motel, as much as I pretend that I don't.
• Had plans to attend 3 different shows. Bailed on last minute on each.
• Started spending time with Melissa again. Then stopped. Again.
• Visited Bennington. Tried to enjoy Sunfest, but got locked out of seeing Akron/Family.
• Quit my job.
• Came home.
• Had the house to myself.
• Got sick.
• Enjoyed doing nothing.

Tomorrow I am going back to the real world. To find a job and not spend my days indulging myself in Lost and comic books. Overall, it was a nice vacation.

I spent this weekend cleaning my apartment. It still looks filthy. After spending all this time trying to make it presentable I get a call from Dan saying his roommate is moving out for the summer, and I can sublet his room for June and July, which gives me a place to stay until August when I move in with Bacon and Chick, something that may not actually happen. Either way, I don't know how I feel about this whole cleaning business. I just want my place to be acceptable for Bennington people/Zak/Sara.

Mike Lennon had his big CD release party/show this weekend. I didn't go because Teresa came over and we spilled ice cream in my bed right before she left way too early. What a horrible choice. Mike is the only one of my friends who was ever in a punk band that I liked. I really wish I went. It would also be nice to go home to get my longboard. It is so nice out. Today McCarren park exploded with people. There were no spots on the grass to sit. Makes me wish I had more friends.

Also, I read Bottomless Belly Button by Dash Shaw today while listening to Vivian Girls by Vivian Girls. Those were the two names I couldn't go on the internet last summer without reading. Weird coincidence that I finally got into them both today. They don't exactly go well together either.

Today I woke up at five in the evening, but didn't get out of bed until six. I did the rest of my laundry and ate ice cream for breakfast. Or dinner. Then I headed over the Bushwick to see Wavves at Market Hotel. I left after the first band, but I almost didn't stay for that long. I really liked the venue and the band that I did see, Vampire Hands. I also have really been loving the Wavves CD, but as much as I love it my love for it is not outweighed by my need not to be surrounded by that many people.

Last night I saw the Mountain Goats and John Vanderslice. That was basically perfect.

Steven Bach died last night. I am really bothered by this. Sad. Steven was a great teacher who taught me a lot on a very personal level. I don't know how serious I'd be about writing without him. I always wanted to thank him for that, as well as for sticking up for me when I was getting kicked out of school. I never will.

My roommate freaked out on me yesterday for never cleaning. It provoked an urge in me to throw out all the accumulated shit in my apartment from the years of people leaving their trash here when they moved out. Which provoked an urge in me to move out altogether. ConEd is about to hit the switch on us in a few days anyway. Unpaid bills from way I lived here.

Needless to say, I am looking for a new place.

Home for Christmas. Went to the Woodbury Commons on the 26th. Such a horrible idea.

Tonight is the last night of the Mountain Goats tour with Kaki King. The Last Happy Night of Your Life Tour. The last night. After three previous nights. I am so happy. This has been the best weekend ever. Both my stays with Josh and Sara were really fun. In DC I ate some other Jordan's cookies and got to sleep until I wake up for the first time in weeks. I also ate Potbelly's and cheese fries. And Sara's bed was so much more comfortable than the one I had been sleeping on since July. In Philly I checked out a comic store then got drunk and smoked cigarettes to the Mighty Ducks. Then I saw the Mountain Goats and ate a cheese steak and ice cream. I couldn't think of a better night. Last night I got back to my apartment and finally started to clean it. Then at the show I saw Jesse and met his friend Gavin. Afterward they came back to my place and got drank. It is nice to start meeting people again.

After the show last night some guy came up to me and said seeing me at shows is one of his favorite things, because it always looks like I am having the best night of my life. I told him that is exactly what the case is. I am so content right now.

And I have the biggest crush on Kaki King that there ever was.

Since you have last heard from me:
Got a job working for Artistic in Manhattan.
Got an apartment in Bushwick.
Got along with my roommates awkwardly.
Got about 40 CDs since moving. A little bit more, probably.
Got into living in Bushwick a little bit. Enjoyed the area but barely spoke to anyone.
Got a new friend when Keenan brought Zak up to stay for a week at the end of July.
Got a new apartment in Williamsburg.
Getting along great with the two girls I am living with.
Getting along great with the new job.

I got my refund in the mail today. Sixty percent of the money that was paid for my previous term. I feel a lot of relief to know that one ordeal is done with. My mom is even more relieved than I am. Either way it is all positive.

Okay, so I have accepted that until I get a job the time I wake up is going to be 3 in the morning. I am enjoying this time of my life. Waking up late and staying up late. Or early. Depending on how you view it. I am learning so much about writing. About my way of writing. I might never have time like this again. Or at least until I am unemployed again. But even then I won't be living at home.

Lately I have been missing Bennington a lot. I know I am not allowed to visit, but even if I were I don't think I would. It would make not being there so much worse. I am glad everyone leaves in a week. Not only will I be able to see them again, but I don't have to feel guilty for not being there.

I woke up at 3 o'clock today. Again. This is getting out of hand. I only woke up because my dad called and told me to get out of bed. Less than two hours later my mom and I went to Manhattan to see DeVotchKa play. I got home a little after 1 in the morning. Tried to get some writing done. I didn't really.