Rasterbation is Too Much Fun

I'm not sure if you guys have ever heard of "Rasterbator."  It is this site that turns your pictures into vector dots and also blows said pictures up.  It was surprising how easy it was to use, which meant twice the fun.

It all started when Nick had to take Marley's picture for her study abroad ID.  She was being a pain in the ass as usual and he winded up with these terrible embarrassing pictures of her.  I told him that he shouldn't delete them so we could blackmail her with them later.  Later he came up with this great idea to blow one of the pictures up and post it on her door.  We used that Rasterbator site and carried out our plan Friday night when she was at work.  I feared for my life because let's be honest, even though this was Nick's idea I was going to get blamed for it.

Needless to say that when Marley came home she was incredibly pissed.  I'm surprised she didn't break anything.  I was also surprised when she instantly placed the blame on Nick.  She decided to pull the same prank on him to get her revenge, but instead of using an embarrassing picture of him she printed out a picture of a shirtless Korean idol.  We broke into Nick's apartment with the help of Cass and got to work.  It looks great, I must say.  The best part is, I will still not get blamed for this.  We're thinking of hitting up Cass and maybe Flute Jim next, this site has helped start a war.

P.S. While Cass and Flute Jim are in talks for being next, I know it's really me who is next.  I've evaded the blame too much.

Marley's Door

Nick's Door

Trek to Amour

Yesterday, I saw Amour, a French film that's nominated for an Oscar this year, with my friend Trey.  It was very good, I really enjoyed it but I'm not sure 'enjoyed' is the right word.  It was very depressing and incredibly sad.  However, the two main characters were great and the performances were incredible.  I was very impressed.  I was also very impressed that Trey and I actually made it to this film.

They were showing the film at this art house in Pittsburgh, but we had no idea where this place was.  Trey and I are both from out of town, and are complete idiots when it comes to these things.  Hell, I'm still surprised we made it there.  We usually rely on Marley to get us places.  Anyway, originally we were going on Friday at 8, but our friend Nick told us it was a pain to get to. Trey lives far away from campus so we decided to go Saturday at 2 instead.  That failed because Trey missed his bus to campus.  Can you see what I mean about the whole idiots thing now?  So then we decide we're really going at 5 and planned to meet around 3:30ish leaving us plenty of time to screw up.

Trey shows up with directions that say the place is only 15 minutes away.  So much for a pain to get to, I thought this was going to be a half hour trip at least.  We contemplate walking, but caught a bus instead.  Thank God we didn't walk, because it would have taken us at least an hour to get there by foot.  It took us 20 by bus and Trey made sure that the bus followed his directions.  Don't ask questions.  Hell we even jumped the gun on the bus stop and got off a half mile early.  What can I say, we had no clue what we were doing.  It's a miracle we made it, early at that!

P.S. Trey and I were the only people our age at this screening.  For that, we consider ourselves very cultured people.

White Rabbit Kind of Day

I have a terrible habit of being fashionably late.  It's a trait that runs in my family.  We are always the last ones to arrive at parties and events.  Miraculously, we manage to make it on time to concerts and shows, but everything else you can bet that we're late.  I've personally tried to be a little better about it, but everyone once in a while I slip back into the old habit.  I feel like the white rabbit, especially today, because when I'm running late I literally run to wherever it is I have to be.

I take this class that's a good ten to fifteen minutes away from my apartment.  It takes me at least twenty to walk there and seven minutes by bus (it all depends on the lights).  I try to leave a half hour early just to get there, but sometimes that doesn't always happen.  I get really distracted really quickly, sometimes it's unavoidable like when I lose my ID or phone, but sometimes it's really stupid.  Like today, I was working on this piece I was writing and I was one sentence away from finishing it and I was supposed to be leaving for my class.  Me being me decides to take the extra minute to finish, worst decision ever.  The minute turns into seven and it took me an extra three to get out the door. God only knows how it took my seven minutes to write ONE SENTENCE, but it did.  I ran (really walked as fast as I could) down the block to the bus stop and prayed that for once that the buses would be on my side.  They weren't and I was a good ten minutes late...

P.S. I came really close to saying "I'm late, I'm late for a very important date, no time to say "Hello, Goodbye," I'm late, I'm late, I'm late!"  Yes, I'm that special...

P.P.S. I also dodged a bullet today, it was awesome and terrible all at the same time.

LNW

My other roommate (not Marley) and her boyfriend, who has become our fourth roommate (he never leaves!), are two of the weirdest and annoying people I've ever met.  For me to say this is saying something, because I am extremely weird.  But these two are weirder than me and in a bad way too!  Not only that, but they leave messes around our apartment everywhere!  There is this pot that's been sitting on the stove for at least two weeks now.  It's disgusting, we hate them.

I recently found out that they apparently whittle!  I have not witnessed it myself, but apparently one night when I crashed early, Marley saw them break out the whittling in our living room.  And by early I mean I went to bed around 1:30AM because I had class in the morning.  First of all who whittles?  I mean you know, I could brush it aside if you did it during the normal hours of the day.  But our roommates subscribe to Late Night Whittling (LNW), because according to Marley they were at it until at least four in the morning.  Oh and keeping in their fashion, they did not clean up after themselves which explains all the wood shavings all over our living room.  God, you can't make this stuff up.  Thankfully, this was more entertaining than it was annoying.  Also, know that when you say things could be worse, they could.  You could spend your Saturday night catching up on your LNW.

P.S.  I miss everything when I go to sleep, this further proves it.

The Buses Fight Back

Alright, so I'm kind of convinced that the buses have decided to get back at me for all my hatred towards them.  Maybe it's karma, or maybe it's just that time of year when Becky loses her ID again.  I swear, this has got to be at least the fifth time that I've lost it since I've gotten to college, and that's not counting all the times I've misplaced it in my room.  If it was, then I definitely passed one hundred a long time ago.  I know, I'm just a little forgetful.

So I accidentally left my school ID on the bus this afternoon and it completely ruined my day.  I've had to illegally sneak into my dorm, I can't use my meal plan, and I can't ride the bus.  Although, I don't think that last one is such a bad thing.  It still hasn't turned up yet, which is upsetting but hopefully my luck will change soon.

P.S. Marley almost killed me this morning when I woke her up so that she could let me into the apartment.  It was 12PM

Awkward Elevator Encounter

I don't even know where to begin with this, boy it's a strange one.  It all started because Marley wanted hot chocolate.  To make said hot chocolate we needed milk, which we didn't have.  We asked our friends upstairs if they would let us borrow some and they complied, but we had to go up and get it.  Marley being Marley was too lazy and stubborn to go and get it, and I didn't really want to go either.  I was real stubborn about it, but Marley was intent on making me go upstairs.  She clearly had some ulterior motives.  What does she do?  Drag me by the arm to make me go.

When I say she literally dragged me, I mean it.  She dragged me across the floor, out of our apartment, down the hallway, and all the way to the elevator.  Ironically, this was a lot more work than just going up and getting the milk, I admit.  That wasn't my problem.  So we get to the elevator, cause thankfully she wasn't planning on dragging me up the stairs (that would have hurt).  The doors open and there were people inside! They must have given us the strangest looks, after all I was sprawled across the floor.  Not one of my brighter moments.  The two of us high tailed it out of there as fast as we could.  Yeah, we're real classy like that.

P.S. Marley's stubbornness continued when ran the vacuum cleaner while our other roommates watched the Superbowl.  We hate them.

Pitch Perfect Ruined My Saturday Night

Wow, so it's been a while since I've blogged.  Totally my fault, winter break just distracted me and I haven't been able to get back on the blogging track since.  Happy New Year everyone, glad to see that we all survived the supposed apocalypse.  I think that's all that I've missed since my last post, not that anyone really cares.  On with the post!

Have you guys ever seen the movie Pitch Perfect?  It's a pretty fun film that's about Acapella groups.  Skylar Astin's adorable and I always hear his parts in Spring Awakening now.   I liked it, except for the fact that it ruined my Saturday night.

Well, I'd like to say that my Saturday night was probably doomed from the start.  I had overlapping plans that I did not do a good job over putting together, but that's besides the point.  There was this acapella concert/competition happening nearby and I was super excited.  I knew a bunch of people going and it was going to be great.  I didn't buy tickets beforehand because I honestly didn't think that it was going to be sold out.  What college kid spends their Saturday night at an acapella concert?

My friend Nick and I get there around 7:30, right when the doors open and it's sold out.  I was so wrong.  The place was packed and it was unbelievable how fast they sold out.  I fully blame Pitch Perfect.  The film was so popular that everyone started getting into the acapella scene, yes there is one.  If this film had not been made, there would be less people and I would have something to do. Ugh.

P.S. I'm so lame.  I promise the next post will be up sooner.