Done and Done.

Both kids are napping. For once I actually have time to work on the multiple research papers, math homework and speech that are due on Monday.

So naturally, I'm not doing anything productive. 

And it rules! 

Alright, every Thursday, Lizzie and I go out to dinner and to at least one dessert place. We've named this phenomenon Food Coma Thursdays. Last night was the first time that we chose to eat really quick, small meals and we skipped dessert entirely. 

What could possibly be more important than cupcakes on FCT? The news that Look Mexico was playing a show downtown and Lizzie could get us in for free. Obviously. 

I would say that Look Mexico is in my top 5 current favorite bands and I love free things, so I was stoked! I think we were the youngest people at the show, which is refreshing because it seems like every show I go to is packed with skanky high school girls. The LM set was fantastic, they are all incredibly talented musicians, and nice guys. Frank Turner was headlining. I had never heard of him before, but as soon as he got to the microphone, I was already sold. He's this adorably funny English dude, self-described as a "punk-rock kid pretending to be a folkie." I love accents and I love musicians. Again, I was stoked on him. 

(Note to reader: this is where I am about to become really serious for once)

Halfway through the set, I started talking to Brian via text. Out of nowhere he goes "Remember that kid, Ben who was friends with Wyatt. He killed his mom. Yeah beat her with an electric guitar." Alright. Whoa. That kid, Ben used to be one of my good friends. Rachel and I used to always do stupid stuff with him, like play mini golf, eat mac n cheese, and drive around. He was also on the lacrosse team I was a manager for. He was an awesome kid: completely hilarious, smart, and always nice. So hearing this news, surrounded by a large crowd of strangers and numerous electric guitars was more than unsettling. I found the story online and read all the details while I was still at the show. Apparently since starting college he developed some type of mental disorder and has recently not been taking his meds. I remember the weird feeling I'd get when I found out someone I knew had died. Even if it wasn't someone close to me, it was strange. This feeling was even worse. Ben may not be dead, but the friend that I knew is gone and his life is essentially over. 

I talked to Brian and Jeremy about it when I got home. Crazy stuff. Brian pointed out that from now on, things are just going to keep getting crazier. I think it's weird to hear about people I knew getting married and having kids already. In the past couple years, we've had a few friends pass away, which is a total mindfuck. And Brian is right, we are going to keep hearing about these things. 

(This is wearing I'm going to get less serious. Kind of.) 

Somehow, that discussion turned into me and Brian telling each other ghost stories and talking about nightmares. The guys have always thought our house was haunted, but until recently I never witnessed any of the weird things that they have, so it never freaked me out. But each of my roommates has weird stories about seeing things, doors opening, and various weird noises. And I'm a baby, so last night I made Brian sit with me in whatever room I was in. I made him stay with me while I brushed my teeth even. But I survived the night. And I'm going to my parents for the weekend, so I won't have to deal with ghosts for at least two nights. 

This was a weird post.