Sure I complained about Springfest being Matt Kearney and Sammy Adams this year.  But I’d still rather be around for a mediocre Springfest than miss out on it all.

I Wanna Dance

I just looked up over fifty bands I’d want to see live and I can only possibly make it to three shows.  Oh gosh, Avery, you must be so busy, yeah?  No.  No no no.  Between tomorrow and forever, I am in the Boston area with nothing to do, except for a ten day period in May where I’ll be having a normal social life in Canton, NY.  Of course like five of these fifty bands decide to come to Boston then.  Thanks, guys.  The other forty or so?  Not coming to MA anytime soon.  And they’re all touring too….just not in Massachusetts.  

So next Thursday and Friday I am planning on going to two non-dancy concerts alone, which is perfectly appropriate for aiding my depression.  Man, I miss being crammed in a nasty club, dancing body to body with a bunch of weird, drunk frisbee kids in Montreal.

nbcparksandrec:

What if this guy got you pregnant? #KnopedUp

Um, yes please.  That’s like my ideal situation.  
Actually, being impregnated by Ben Wyatt and John Dorian’s love child would be my ideal situation.  Mmph, that right there is man perfection.
You know the whole opposites attract thing?  I call bullshit.  I think everyone really just wants to date themselves, or more accurately, the version of themselves they wish to be.  Or maybe that’s why dating doesn’t work for me.
Either way, if you know anyone who screams “Ben and JD’s love child!” please send him my way.

nbcparksandrec:

What if this guy got you pregnant? #KnopedUp

Um, yes please.  That’s like my ideal situation.  

Actually, being impregnated by Ben Wyatt and John Dorian’s love child would be my ideal situation.  Mmph, that right there is man perfection.

You know the whole opposites attract thing?  I call bullshit.  I think everyone really just wants to date themselves, or more accurately, the version of themselves they wish to be.  Or maybe that’s why dating doesn’t work for me.

Either way, if you know anyone who screams “Ben and JD’s love child!” please send him my way.

Reblogged from Parks and Recreation
Avery’s moods throughout the day:
Angry. Angry. Angry. Angry. Angry. Moody and pensive. Angry. Angry. Angry. 
See if you can figure out when I was desperately clawing at solace.

Avery’s moods throughout the day:

Angry. Angry. Angry. Angry. Angry. Moody and pensive. Angry. Angry. Angry. 

See if you can figure out when I was desperately clawing at solace.

My 5-year-old insists that Bilbo Baggins is a girl.

The first time she made this claim, I protested. Part of the fun of reading to your kids, after all, is in sharing the stories you loved as a child. And in the story I knew, Bilbo was a boy. A boy hobbit. (Whatever that entails.)

But my daughter was determined. She liked the story pretty well so far, but Bilbo was definitely a girl. So would I please start reading the book the right way? I hesitated. I imagined Tolkien spinning in his grave. I imagined mean letters from his testy estate. I imagined the story getting as lost in gender distinctions as dwarves in the Mirkwood.

Then I thought: What the hell, it’s just a pronoun. My daughter wants Bilbo to be a girl, so a girl she will be. And you know what? The switch was easy. Bilbo, it turns out, makes a terrific heroine. She’s tough, resourceful, humble, funny, and uses her wits to make off with a spectacular piece of jewelry. Perhaps most importantly, she never makes an issue of her gender—and neither does anyone else.

Reblogged from Newsweek

Post-Birthday Confusion

Yes, my birthday has nothing to do with the rest of this post, and yes, I just like talking about it being my birthday.

Life at home has left me confused about my social life more than anything else.  Obviously, my main friendships are still in Canton, New York, but post-bar phone calls aren’t the same as hanging out at the bar.  Also, my northern friends actually went to the bar, while I watched The Wire and awaited their calls.  

Wondering how to socialize back in the MA suburbs, I took to Facebook for some recon.  Unfortunately, I defriend anyone if they appear on my newsfeed and I decide that I would never comment on anything they post because we’re not close enough, which lowers my friend list at a frightening speed.  I just counted and saw that I have about fifty ‘friends’ left in Danvers, most of whom are currently living out of town.  Not too many hangout buddies.

I started clicking on profiles of friends of friends of friends and revisited the lives of my high school classmates, realizing how different SLU really is from DHS.  If you put a bunch of strangers’ pictures in front of me and said they all went to one school or the other, I could easily place them all.  Sure, there’s a variety of types at both, but they’re still so distinct from one another.  

Thing is, I’d be on the SLU side of the pile now.  (Let’s be real: I always was…..never quite passed the Danvers personality test.) As I’m scrolling through picture after picture, I’m trying to imagine hanging out with these people as if they weren’t my former classmates, but people I’d never met them before.  What would we talk about?  Obviously we’d be able to have perfectly pleasant conversations and maybe even become friends, but are we alike enough to truly connect?  I honestly don’t think that would happen with many, if any, of them.  It sure didn’t happen when I was growing up, especially considering I’ve grown closer than I ever was to the few high school friends I keep in touch with since I moved away.

This town has never been quite right for me, but after some time, St. Lawrence wasn’t quite right for me either.  Now that I’ve moved past my first two homes where do I go?  Come May, all my friends will be graduating and sprinkling themselves across the country, but as of now, I’ll be doing neither.  I need some sort of sign or stroke of inspiration or something.  Now I think I’ve blathered on enough….I’m assuming no one’s reading at this point and I kinda like that thought, but it’s three am and what am I even saying anymore?

Suburban Birthday

What do you do when your it’s your 22nd birthday and your in the most suburban of suburbs, with no friends within hundreds of miles?  Leading up to midnight, you watch Game of Thrones alone, proceed to dick around on the internet for a bit, continue watching The Wire and pause briefly at midnight to be like “yay birthday,” sit awkwardly because this is fucking depressing, write a goddamn tumblr post about it, then go back to The Wire.  I probably won’t even have a single drink for the next month, never mind socialize.

Books Forever

With my newly found free time, I can read and read and read as much as I want to.  I just spent an hour scouring as many free e-book sites as I could to overload my kindle library and it’s beyond thrilling.

I’m Sorry Random Tumblr Users

Two of my random followers - real randos, not porn blogs! - unfollowed me today.  And one dude followed and immediately unfollowed today, based on the notification popping up, but no other evidence to be seen.  

This is the kind of thing you notice when things turn to shit and the internet is your only solace.

Dear Random Tumblr Users,

One of you reblogged a recent post.  Please let me know how you found this tumblr.  I rarely tag posts or like/reblog from tumblrs that don’t belong to my friends.  I just don’t get why people end up here and I want to know how.  Because it’s kinda creepy.  I know that everything’s completely public, but out of all the websites you could land on, you land on my tumblr?  Huh?  

Also, it would be nice if you could make it so people couldn’t follow you.  Yeah they could enter your url everyday to check what you’re posting, but that takes some effort, and I think the majority of people who follow me that I don’t want following me wouldn’t put in that effort.