A Documentary: me not cleaning my room

I should be cleaning my room, but instead I decide to formulate reasons why I'm lying on the floor documenting it instead. I'm a junkie.. I'm autistic.... I have an obsession with photographing dirty rooms.. I'm emo..

Blah.. Who's going to Nashville with us?

I didn't quit my job. Quite the opposite actually. I took a promotion that's been stashed in the recesses of the 'things I would rather die than do' part of my brain. If it's not one, it's the other.
It does help that people (my bosses more importantly) feel that I'm capable of doing the job. Today Dave told me that he really liked working my shifts because everything runs smoothly and gets done quickly. Isn't that great? It made me happy...

I've pretty much been focusing on my photography (and finances.. ughh being a poor, independent student is so overrated). Things like brainstorming and showing more effort in my prints. (I'm such a slacker.) Also, I decided that it's time for me to move out. It finally feels 'right'. God I'm boring.

So, who wants to go to Nashville with us? The Elms are playing a show at The Rutledge.. the only one outside of Indiana for a while.

Dairy Palace is amazing

Dairy Palace, when visited properly, is a rejuvenating balm to the worst of situations. About an hour ago after Steph and I got off work we both sort of migrated to DP for some food, and (as always) found some interesting things to make fun of/discuss through hilariously original dialogue. Example number one:

An old man walks in for some coffee. Approaches Steph, AJ (works there), and me and does the usual chat thing prominent in East Texas.

old man: Do ya'll want to smoke some marijuana with me?
All we can do is try not to die of laughter because we don't hear that very often from 75-80 year olds. We don't really say no... we don't really say anything.
old man: It's the good stuff from Guatemala... well Mexico really, but they get it from Guatemala because it's cheaper there.
More laughter from us.
old man: Well give me an ashtray and I'm going to get high. *gestures to his cane* Do ya'll want to ride my stick horse? I don't think ya'll are ready for me. I just don't think ya'll are ready.

We also found out that this guy we call Jesus got fired at Walmart because he wore skirts like.... every other day in protest to the new khaki uniform thing. Hilarious. *Okay, Chris, this is your second warning about the skirts.... It's grossing the customers out, dude.*