LIAH #1079

well, my islanders have a three game point streak going, winning 2 out of their last 3 including demolishing the devils 5-1 tonight. what does that mean? we are not in last place anymore people. you gotta start somewhere right. hey, it's a long season. they were playing some really good hockey the first four games of the season. then it just fell apart, starting and hopefully ending with rick dipietro. am i blaming all of it on him of course not, but yeah. green pastures ahead? hopefully but i'm going to enjoy this now. i haven't been able to wear my new royal blue tavares jersey all season. you realize how depressing that is. a brand new fucking jersey, and i absolutely love the newly readopted royal blue jerseys. classic.

my proudest moment as an Islanders fan. shall we? all of this talk about islanders jersey is making me think about it, so why not. december 4th a couple years ago, it might've been december 7th. islanders rangers game at madison square garden. i went 7 of my friends. ALL rangers fans, of course. walking into enemy territory, proudly wearing my islanders jersey. as you can imagine, i was getting shit like none other. train ride there, school the 3 weeks before leading up to our epic trip to an islanders rangers game.
one thing about madison square garden, which i do admire, is the place is covered with rangers posters and stuff on gameday. there is no doubt about where you are when you walk in there. intimidating, yes. i needed an islanders win.
the beginning of the game of course 4 dudes behind me started talking a lot of shit. yep, i got poured beer on. it wasn't much just like the ass of a beer, but hey. it was on.
islanders score. 1-0. i'm ecstatic. again. 2-0. four goals in the first period. 4-0. they take lundqvist out.
it ends up being 7-4. viktor kozlov had four goals and we won the game. i have the newspaper framed from that day.
my proudest moment though? the monday after at school. literally, the only one in school with an islanders jersey on. what, a great fucking day. i clearly remember taking a piss that day. in the reflection of the urinal handle i saw the islanders logo looking back at me. i was almost brought to tears.
no matter how terrible their ownership may treat me as a fan, i can't wear another sweat.
lets go islanders.

LIAH #1078

Damn, the past couple of weeks have been intense. I've noticed a similar structure to the end of my semesters. I'm doing alright, and then all my final shit is due. I put together a valiant effort but at some point I break down and convince myself that all hope is lost with that class. I then after a day or two receive clarity, and figure out how to get through.

New Years Resolutions
1. Quit smoking - Dammit, it happened again. Within these past couple of weeks. Fell off the wagon. But I was once on the wagon for 4 months, after not seeing a wagon in sight for what like 5 fucking years. Really? 4 years. Still. Time to get off for good.

2. Learn piano - I played piano from kindergarten to 5th grade. Elementary school I was a smart motherfucker. Once I got my first C the 4th quarter of sixth grade, my drop from the elite began. Anyway, fuck yeah bring it back.

3. Continue to kick ass and take names - self explanatory.

Have a good holiday.

LIAH #1077

man. this past week was absolutely nuts, but fucking incredible. i did some ADing on this shoot this past weekend for Stay Wide Awake, a film by Jeremy Pugliese. it was like a horror torture kind of movie, so it was very difficult to shoot, especially in 3 days. but we got it done. i tip my hat to the cast and crew.

LIAH #1076

there's something rewarding about being so fucking busy. or at least i really hope so.

LIAH #1075

what a day. i had rehearsals for this film i'm ADing this morning. got lunch at gyro II, i used to say their gyros were better than greece but that's just me being a douchebag. then with about an hour before work i set up shop at whole foods. and i know what you're thinking. andrew, weren't you the founder of conservative americans united in high school? don't you believe littering is your god given right and that fucking the earth from behind while blowing your load all over haiti is your idea of a friday night? what the fuck are you doing at a whole foods?! my answer to that is, first of all, what kind of fucking question and imagery is that. but, if i must, i don't regret the things i've done. like my favorite republican theodore roosevelt i do indeed care about the environment. once i get out of the city i would like to look at a couple trees. my answer to that haiti joke is, 'too soon'. 'way too soon you douchebag'. and whole foods has great tea and seating. so go fuck yourself. anyway, then of course work for 8 hours. which, i mean, work sucks. who likes work? but for a job? i could do so much worst. shall i read you my resume? build a bear workshop. yes, i stuffed bears junior year of high school. i was very close to going back last year being that i have connections in the build a bear world. i mean you want to talk shitty jobs. where to begin with that fucking sick demented corporation. the denim shirt-khaki-white sneak combination. with of course your keychain with scissors and fucking bear pins. individually forcing people to jump up and down no matter how uninterested they may be. because, hell, I'M SO GOD DAMN EXCITED to be stuffing your fucking bear. i realllllly want you to give this bear a heart beat, seriously, i'm just that fucking lame. the worst of the worst, was after you've stuffed enough bears they made you actually host a birthday party for fucking, at times, up to 35 kids. 35 was the max. marching throughout the store, "STUFF MY BEAR". and hey, say what you will about andrew southard, but i like to think i have a pretty solid work ethic. those kids had one hell of a time. and their parents wanted to give me one hell of a tip. NOPE. once the party was over, of course my manager would always grill the parent leaving, making sure i wasn't accepting any money. towards the end of my stay there i decided to stop being such a fucking loser and take the 20 dollars. but still. my point? rolling burritos aint that bad. it's actually quite the skill to have. if there was some sort of burrito rolling competion down in mexico or whatever, i'm pretty sure i would kick some serious ass. and none of this chipotle 2 inch thick massive fucking tortilla, i'm talking the legit shit. not easy. but i mean i'm as uncoordinated as it comes, so it can't be that hard.
and after that was all done, instead of smoking i decided to go to the gym, do my 20 minutes on the treadmill and another 20 on the bike.
ah, gotta love that nyc grind. happy hanukkah to my fellow jews.