So this trip isn't all we had expected it to be.... We drove out here following the GPS. It took us up the side of a mountain and down some back roads in to jackson. We checked in to our room at the Wildcat Inn and Tavern. I use the words "room" and "inn" loosely here. The wildcat tavern is a very nice restaurant in jackson village, above which there are a few clostrophobic sleeping areas. It's as though they took a normal sized bedroom and then put walls up inside it to form a bathroom. a bathroom barely big enough for 2 people to stand in....

being right above the kitchen for the restaurant, we heard the cooks yelling and throwing silverware and dishes until about midnight.

Our room does have a small television. 13" to be more exact.... With a built in VHS player... In case we happened to bring season 1 of MacGuiver with us. There is no cable hooked up to it and no remote to switch to the A/V inputs to hook up our own DVD player or laptop.

Dinner was pretty good.... small town type place. I knew I was in a small town when I realized that the most exciting thing that has happened in my waiter's entire day is noticing that I drive the same car as him. He made mention of it 3 times last night.

The food was decent. I got a steak... Asked for it rare, got it medium well.... No biggie.... Cassy got the chicken marsala which was essentially a flattened, breaded chicken breast in the bottom of a large bowl type plate with linguini, marsala sauce, and a TON of mushrooms dumped on top....

we came back to our "room", read the first chapter of twilight aloud, and attemped to fall asleep. I think between the 2 of us we may have gotten close to 8 hours.

We arose around 915 this morning and took a shower together.... Or tried to..... The shower was about 4 sq.ft. Total... Not really enough room for 2 people to do their b'ness....

We walked in the rain to "how you like it bakery" to get an overpriced bagel and breakfast sandwich.... Our 15% off coupon brought it to $7.50 which was almost what I'd expect to pay for that.... Almost....

we walked back to our room in an arrempt to wach a DVD.... But as previously stated... No dice...

Through some advice of my mother's we went to see the waterfall, got lunch at a chinese place Cassy used to go to, and headed to the top of mt washington for one of those stupid bumperstickers.

the mountain was closed.

We took a lot of video and pics which I will cut together and put on youtube.

Cassy's sleeping now... We're gonna try to find some good eats soon.

Nick

Just testing my LJ Mobile App

so this 13 year old girl in california sent over 14,500 text messages in one month and everyone is shocked about how many texts that is.... and yes, it is a lot of texts.. but heres how i think of it...

Article from Telegraph.Co.UK

14500 texts divided by 31 days is about 468 texts per day... now that's sent AND received, remember.

I got my new cell phone on January 6th. it is now 1 week later and i have sent and received 502 text messages to cassy alone....

we text regularly, but not obnoxiously...

so if she texts 7 of her friends as much as i text cassy, then that is averaging 500 texts per day.

now, im not saying that 14,500 texts isn't a lot... but i don't consider myself to text cassy a LOT... and if i had 6 other people that i had something to talk or gossip about, as a 13 year old girl might, i could easily see how 14,500 texts could be sent AND received within a month... it's really not that many when you consider it would be between a number of people.

how many texts have you sent/received from your #1 texter in the past week... is it over 400? you could be getting close.

Nick

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This tradition has become a chore like washing dishes or taking out the trash.
Why is it that when you are told to do something, your immediate reaction is to hate it?
It isn’t a lack of desire…
No, it was always a hatred for being told what needed to be done.
Do your homework!
Clean your room!
Brush your teeth!
For years I have mocked this ridiculous tradition: one woman’s inability to outgrow her preadolescent gossip.
I got an email from my mother this afternoon telling me that I have to write my own section of my least favorite part of the Christmas season. As I went to delete the email and exclude myself from these shenanigans which I hold myself to be so much better than, I realized something. I like my room to be clean. As much as I hate cleaning it, once it’s done I really like it that way. This idea of sharing with you what my adventures were this year seems outrageous to me. Yet somehow, I think I would feel disappointed if it were missing this year. Patt, you are going to regret this…
For those of you who truly know me, you know what to expect from this message. To those of you who think you know me based on the past 12 years of my mother’s Dr. Seussery: I hope you are secure enough with yourself to not be offended. If you are offended, consider that my gift to you. Merry Christmas.

Let me start by addressing the latter of the previously mentioned readers who most likely wake up with back pain every morning from the constant weight of that rock they seem to be living under.

My full name is Nicholas Ryan Salve. I’m a 23 year old Graphic Artist. I play piano in my rock band, “The Common Senses,” and have been performing Stand Up Comedy on and off for the past 3 years. I read through peoples’ MySpace and Facebook profiles to search for what things I should say about myself, and most of them say the same thing… “The most important thing in my life is my faith.” Well I totally agree. I am an avid, outspoken Atheist. That one fact is quite possibly the most important thing in my life. When faced with the increasingly popular argument over whether or not religion should be taught in schools, my answer is always a loud, firm “Yes.” There is no better way to make someone an atheist than to teach them about religion.

Nothing annoys me more than ignorance, other than people who are unwilling to admit when they are so. Example: The second amendment to the constitution does not give you the right to own a gun. If you disagree with that statement, hopefully you know how to use Google, and can look up the United States Constitution. Our country’s military nullifies that clause. Sorry republicans, as long as rednecks keep enlisting, guns will always be a privilege, not a right.

Now that you have a taste of who I am, let me get to the boring stuff you all seem to love.

In February of 2007, I was diagnosed with chronic Kindey Stones. Women, don’t ever bitch to me about the pain of giving birth. As my mother always says, if you want sympathy look in the dictionary between Shit and Syphilis.

In March of 2007, I moved to Saco with Jasmine, my girlfriend at the time. My good friend Jack and I started a rock band called The Common Senses. If you want our CD… well… so do I. We’re recording one right now.

In April of 2007, I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis. At least my deteriorating nervous system makes the kidney stones less painful. However, being unable to feel one’s hands makes it difficult to be a keyboard player in a rock band.

That is also right around the time that I cut myself away from my family. I don’t know why. I don’t regret it, but I’m not proud of it.

From May to December I basically disappeared from the planet for a while. I don’t remember what I was doing, so It clearly wasn’t very exciting.

In January 2008, I started taking classes at SMCC as a Business Management student. I have this stupid dream of one day owning an amusement park.

In June of 2008, Jasmine and I broke up. I wrote a kick ass song for the band about it.

I am currently dating the lovely Cassandra who is an absolute delight in my life and… well… that’s about it for me…

This letter started out sarcastic and harsh… and that’s just the way I am.. I didn’t want to bullshit anybody. But I will close it on a happier note.

A few years ago, I wrote my mother a Christmas poem. It was cheap and corny and I was almost embarrassed when it found its way to the newsletter. I promised myself I would never do that again.

Here is a tale of a strange little guy
Who had a few dozen friends, so he borrowed their time
To prolong a tradition he hates to admit
That without this whole season would not seem to fit.

Oh crap, I’m doing it again.

Decorating the house and trimming the tree
And cooking the food and drinking the tea
And spiking the punch and baking the bread
And cleaning my room and making my bed

“Tonight is the party!” I can’t hardly wait
It means Santa is coming not a minute too late
But first I will Chit and I’ll Chat and I’ll joke
And I’ll mingle and mangle bangle and boke

We’ll eat hot wings and pizza and meatballs and fluff
And we’ll talk and we’ll laugh and we’ll remember and stuff
And we’ll drink and we’ll drink and we’ll drink drink drink drink
We get so bloody drunk that we can’t even think

Because this day’s not about what’s good and what’s bad
Or a woman named Mary and the sex that she had
Or about presents or money or commercials or snow
It’s about having a good time with everybody you know!

ok, no joke, this is the status message of a person on my face book...

Xxxxx Xxxxxxx is want to know r there eny new egg 2day??

there are too many things wrong there to even start...

jesus christ people...

She asks me are you going to the fair, i don't wanna see you there
I've got a new boyfriend, we're gonna be holding hands and i don't need your evil glare

because i've moved on faster than i said i would
and i've found someone faster than you think i should
all your bitterness has made you no good

and now i'm over you

she asks me why are you so mean to me, just get over yourself
you're ruining everything we used to have and everything i felt

now i've found someone who will treat me good
and tell me all the things that a boyfriend should
but you're hurting inside and that makes you no good

and now i'm over you

when we were going through the things that made us fall apart
I learned the truth about you and it broke my heart
you're not the guy i fell in love with from the start
and now i'm over you

because i've moved on faster than i said i would
and i've found someone faster than you think i should
all your bitterness has made you no good

and now i'm over you

\KICH\, noun:

1. Art characterized by pretentious bad taste.
2. Relating to, or characterized by, kitsch.

Thursday was September 11th; a day which will linger in the minds of anyone over the age of 13. A few years ago, some friends and I were unsure of how to celebrate the holiday, so we did it in the most inappropriate way possible. To shoot taquilla and play Jenga. Though, we had to play with 2 Jenga towers, of course. Most people find this joke to be hillarious. As always, some people find it to be offensive. Well anyway, the joke progressed over the years, and I told more and more people about it and then Thursday, i made this image.

Tasteless: Yes
Inappropriate: Hell Yes
Offensive: No

so that's my word of the day...

Yesterday, Kirk and Brian came over and we threw the football around for a few hours. That was a lot of fun but my Multiple Sclrerosis disagreed. So I layed down for a few minutes after feeling totally and utterly exhausted and then we decided to go to Deep Brook and play a round of Golf. It was looking like it was going to rain which was good news for us because it kept people off the course. This was my second time playing, and brian's first. Now... funny thing about deep brook... Hole 1 is a nice long Par 4 or 5..... then Hole 2 is right at the end of that.... and then you come to hole 8 to loop you back to the club house.... so to get to holes 3, 4, 5, 6, and 7, you have to walk across the entire course which is probably a good quarter mile. Up hills, down hills, down a dirt road. It's fun. Well my body was already mad at me for playing foot ball, golf was not making things better. I lost vision in my right eye for about 2 hours, feeling in my right leg, and had a terrible terrible headache. 400 Strokes, and 10 lost balls later, we decided to give up on hole 8. We had enough golf for one day. We came back JUST in time to see Mike Lynch and Nathan walking up our stairs. They came in, we watched the Flight of the Conchords, ate some Ham and Mashed Potatoes, and then i passed out in my bad at 8:00.

I awoke at 9 this morning, and am now getting ready for a wedding this afteroon..
It's rainig....

Good weekend so far.

Nick

If i weren't atheist... i'd think i was going to hell...

the rain falls down apon my window
I sit here playing my piano
From the corner of my eye i see you're here with me
and nothing in the world could make me happier

i count the secconds pass me by
i catch the moonlight accross your eye
you wear my tshirt that you bought for me
and nothing in the world looked any better

Look at her, she's beautiful, she's wonderful, she's looking lovely
I wonder if she feels the way she looks because she looks right through me

This girl has got me captivated
This girl has got me so frusterated
This girl has gone totally wild for me
And i'm the luckiest

The sun sets down apon the ocean
We sit here with our emotions
From the corner of my mind i think i've found the one
and nothing in the would could make me happier

we count the stars up in the sky
we count the train cars going by
you tell me secrets that you've saved for me
and nothing in the world sounds any better

Look at her, she's beautiful, she's wonderful, she's looking lovely
I wonder if she feels the way she looks because she looks right through me

This girl has got me captivated
This girl has got me so frusterated
This girl has gone totally wild for me
And i'm the luckiest

Reggae part:
Cuz when you're calling me up on your cellular phone
when you want to hear my voice so you don't feel alone
when you want to stay in bed just to hide from the rain
and when you want to get freaky

Singin This is the girl for me
this is the girl for me
this is the girl for me
this is the girl now

this girl has got me captivated
this girl has got so frustrated
this girl has got me goin on
and i wanna get freaky

singin this is the girl for me
this is the girl for me
this is the girl for me
this is the girl now

reggae guitar solo
Back to rock

This girl has got me captivated
This girl has got me so frusterated
This girl has gone totally wild for me
And i'm the luckiest