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Wednesday, July 1st, 2009
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| Time: | 2:54 pm. |
| Music: | Taking Back Sunday. |
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I'm doing things and stuff. Just so you know.
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Wednesday, January 7th, 2009
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I do not want to live in Albany anymore. I want to move to Poughkeepsie or one of its suburbs. I just can't take the misery that comes with winter in this city anymore -- the weather, the bus and its incessant need to NEVER be on time, the people in general. It's enough to make a girl go crazy.
But don't get me wrong, I'm not depressed in the slightest. I'm actually quite happy with where my life is right now. Despite the fact that I hate the world of retail, I like my job a lot. I see advancement as long as open positions somehow arise, and I've made a lot of friends since working there. My co-workers are awesome and sometimes I even forget how awful customers can be and let whatever they say/do just roll off my back. However I'm monstrously glad that the holidays are over. The week before and the week after Christmas were pretty traumatic. Let's just leave it at that.
My birthday was pretty awesome this year. Surprising, right? I didn't have to celebrate Christmas on it, which was the most important thing to me. The night before a bunch of co-workers, my roommate Patty and I went to Bombers and had a good time. For the very first time in my life a relatively non-threatening, possibly decent and conversation-worthy guy started talking to me and asked for my number. I haven't talked to him since, but who cares. It's the experience that matters.
Other than that, I've just been living life the best I can in this town. I have an awesome place to live and a cat that loves me. I'll probably be buying my mother's car soon (I have to learn to drive standard. Quadruple UGH!!) so I'll have a little more freedom than I already do. I've started selling my photography and hair clips at a store in downtown Albany. Even if they don't sell, it's still great exposure. I'm pretty excited for things to come!
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Tuesday, April 15th, 2008
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| Time: | 4:19 pm. |
| Music: | All Things Considered (NPR). |
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Things I Hate #3:
People Telling Me Not to Drink Diet Coke.
In the past, oh, I don't know, month and a half, I've had at least five people tell me that I shouldn't drink Diet Coke because it a) has aspartame and aspartame is addictive, or b) has Splenda and Splenda causes cancer, or c) it's bad for your teeth, or blah blah blah. Yes, I get it. I understand. Artificial sweeteners are the devil and bad for your overall health. Tell me something I don't know.
The truth is, I fucking like to drink Diet Coke. There, I said it. I'm a diet soda FIEND! I can't get enough of those gassy little bubbles filling up my tummy and making my esophagus go into spasms of carbonated glee. I may end up burping and hiccuping at the same time after each sip, throwing myself into mini convulsions and looking like a weirdo with a mild case of spaz, but I really don't care. I grew up on diet soda -- it's what I enjoy drinking. Regular soda is far too sweet and leaves a gross aftertaste that only makes me thirstier. So, I ask you, why would I start drinking regular soda if I don't like how it tastes? I'm not dead yet, my teeth aren't falling out and I don't have cancer, and quite frankly I think I'd have to drink a fuck load more diet soda for it to come anywhere near causing me cancer, so why all the hubbub? Why all the hoopla? I mean, I really don't appreciate it being insinuated that I'm a bad person for enjoying a can of Diet Coke a couple times a week. Maybe if my diet soda were wine and I were enjoying a glass a couple times an hour, then I'd say you'd have something to worry about. Fortunately, these soda monkeys on my back haven't driven me that far yet.
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Thursday, March 20th, 2008
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| Time: | 4:22 pm. |
| Music: | WAMC. |
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So I've decided to seriously research my long-standing desire to go to cosmetology school. Even though I could probably do alright cutting hair, I would rather focus on becoming a color specialist. I just need to find a school around here, relatively close, that has a good program and won't make me completely destitute.
Exciting news! I got a new kitty! ( Behold, Chester Copperpot! )
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Wednesday, December 26th, 2007
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I am thoroughly convinced that to a non-resident, Massachusetts is a giant black hole that sucks you in, confuses the fuck out of you, and won't spit you back out without a major fight. Although we've known the area our entire lives, somehow my sister Erin and I managed to get lost on the way to the Ghost Hunters event at Bucksteep Manor in Washington, MA this past Saturday night/Sunday morning. After completely missing an entire portion of the directions, we stopped at a gas station in Pittsfield (where we weren't supposed to end up) to ask where our turn was. I was greeted with an enthusiastic, "Uhhh .... i think it's back that way [flings hand in no specific direction]" by an acne-faced teenager at the register. Despite his obvious disinterest in the fact that we were totally missing, like, THE most important event of my life, we found the road we were supposed to be on.
After driving 7 miles up a mountain (remember in the beginning of The Shining when they're driving their VW up to the hotel in the middle of nowhere in the mountains and all you see is woods and trees and nothingness and it's totally freaky? Yeah, it was totally like that) and passing the entrance to the manor and having to turn around, we found the place. And we were only 45 minutes late! We got there in the middle of John Zaffis, a demonology expert, doing his seminar. He was a very compelling storyteller and kinda freaked me out with all his talk of malevolent spirits he's come in contact with.
Soon enough John Zaffis' lecture was over and Steve and Tango were introduced, even though they were supposed to be introduced much, much earlier at the meet and greet which Erin and I thought we had missed. Apparently they had also gotten lost and ended up being over an hour late, which made me not feel so bad about our own tardiness. They answered questions and did the meet and greet then, and i got my picture taken with them and they signed a magazine for me. Steve complimented my tattoo, a gesture which I'm pretty used to by now, but I couldn't help but blush. Especially because he was essentially staring at my chest. It really never fails to turn a girl's face red.
They split us up into different groups then, and after giving us a quick tour of the place, started the investigation. It wasn't much like how they do the investigations on the show. There were no cameras set up, no miles of cables taped to floors and walls, no small groups of two or three in one room at a time. Steve, Tango and John were in three different locations and our groups were put in one place for an hour at a time, after which we would exchange locations. We were in three groups of twenty people, all of us with cameras, flashlights and our own ghost hunting equipment. My group was shuffled off to the attic first, which was rather big for an attic but very cramped with over 20 people in it. A couple people had brought K2 meters (please go here for reference) and started asking yes or no questions. Once in awhile the K2 meters would flicker, but not so much that there was no question that a ghost was around. However, I think some people got a little over excited and believed it was absolute, unquestionable proof that there was something with us and continued to ask questions (many of the same questions over, and over, and over, and freakin' over again). John determined that we were talking to a mentally disabled stable hand that worked at the manor many years ago. He likes brown horses, cleaning stables, and is single in case you ladies are interested. He'll be waiting in the attic for you just in case.
After an hour of not even getting goosebumps or the willies in the attic, we left to go to the chapel which was a short walk down the long driveway. Mind you, it was almost midnight and about 8 degrees outside, windy, wet, and on top of a mountain, and we had to sit in a stone church with no heat for an hour. My frozen feet were not happy. Erin and I huddled together in a pew for warmth as best we could. Again, nothing happened in the chapel except for Tango dropping his cellphone a bunch of times, followed by a, "Sorry, that was me!" and giggling from the rest of us, and my increasing rage against those that wouldn't stop taking pictures with their flash on. I was quite relieved when it was time to go.
As we were filing out of the dark chapel (they hadn't turned the lights on for some reason), I realized I had gotten separated from my sister and tried to step out of the line to wait for her to catch up to me. But since I'm a total klutz, i stepped backwards and tripped over the altar steps and would've gone ass over tea kettle if it weren't for the brave efforts of a guy that looked like a long-lost member of ZZ Top. It was very much a Wayne's-World-"And she's oh-kay!" moment, but I took it like a champ.
On the way back to the manor, quite possibly the best moment of the entire night happened. I really shouldn't be laughing at this, but it's just too good NOT to. The driveway to the manor wasn't exactly in the best shape -- it's a dirt driveway that was layered with a sheet of ice and a dusting of snow over top so that you could walk on it, but it was pretty slippery. This woman, who in all honesty was older than fucking dirt, was walking along the driveway in front of Erin and me, shuffling along as old women do. She was so preoccupied with smoking her damn cigarette that she lost her balance and did a faceplant right in the snow, her entire body spread out like she just did a bellyflop into the driveway. And she just laid there! Face down in the snow, cigarette still in hand! ZZ Top Man rushed to her aid, as did her 5 obnoxious western-Massachusetts, "we'ah from Fawl Rivah"-talking relatives that came with her. As all these people were trying to help her up, the old woman's daughter says to the rest of us, in a very snotty tone, "Can someone please help us?" I was so frozen that I wasn't about to move for anyone, especially because a) I was dying laughing on the inside and I probably would have gotten a cramp and b) I won't do shit for anyone after they speak to me that way. So we walked around them and went inside instead.
The last place we investigated was the second floor of the manor itself, which housed many of the hotel rooms and a small living area with a tv. Steve was the ghost hunter on hand for the second floor, and after he explained the types of activity people claimed to have seen there, we all scattered into different rooms. Erin and I went into room 4, and two other girls named Shannon and Carrie followed, as did Steve. He stayed and talked to us for a good half an hour or so. It was brought up that it was only 30 minutes until my birthday, and his reaction to my age was pretty priceless (Him: "... What? No way! I thought you were 17!" Me: "Um, thanks?") After Steve left to peruse the other rooms, Erin went into a different room and I stayed and talked to the other two girls in room 4. Later, Erin said that when she was in a different bedroom the alarm clock rang for a few seconds and then shut off by itself as quickly as it came on. Nothing happened in room 4 while we were in it though, but apparently the guy staying in the room that night said he kept getting kicked while he was sleeping and it woke him up. Hopefully an EVP or something will surface!
The last two hours of the investigation were kind of a free-for-all. We could go anywhere we wanted in the manor and the chapel, but Erin and I decided to go home since we had an hour long drive and it was already almost 1am. We got some hot chocolate first and talked to Steve some more (who is a very nice fellow with a wicked sense of humor), then said goodbye and started the long and tiring drive home. Thankfully, we did not get lost on the way home. Although we did almost hit two deer in the middle of the village Lakeville. Not a single deer in the 14 miles of mountainous woods we drove through, but once we got to a densely populated area we almost hit two of them. Go friggin figure.
Unfortunately we couldn't go back to the reveal session on Sunday morning because I had to work and neither of us wanted to get up early enough to get there on time. I'm hoping that someone caught a really great piece of evidence, cuz neither my sister nor I felt anything in the manor at all. Even the dark corners of the attic weren't creepy. I took a bunch of pictures during the investigation, but none of them really show anything that could be considered evidence. There's plenty of orbs, but they're all pretty transparent and could just be dust kicked up by the large groups of people in each location at once. Evidence or not, it was still one of the best experiences I've ever had, and easily the best birthday ever. :D
( And here's the pictures ... )
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Tuesday, March 20th, 2007
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You're Prufrock and Other Observations!
by T.S. Eliot
Though you are very short and often overshadowed, your voice is poetic
and lyrical. Dark and brooding, you see the world as a hopeless effort of people trying
to impress other people. Though you make reference to almost everything, you've really
heard enough about Michelangelo. You measure out your life with coffee spoons.
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
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Wednesday, February 14th, 2007
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Wednesday, November 1st, 2006
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| Time: | 2:26 am. |
| Music: | Sowing Season (Yeah) - Brand New. |
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Happy Halloween, y'all. Hope you all had fun doing whatever it was you did. What did I do, you ask? I sat at work and ate Tootsie Rolls out of a plastic cauldron. Superrrr.
Anyhoo, ( here's my costumes. )
And here's some ( random pictures I took ) that I think are particularly lovely.
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Saturday, September 23rd, 2006
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... Oh hi!
Just to let everyone know (like anyone really cares), since I rarely keep up with this thing anymore:
1) I'm currently taking a semester off of school to work and save up money. I figured that since I only have to take four more classes, one of which is only offered in the spring semester, I may as well save myself some time and money and take those four classes in the spring. So I'm home, and I'm doing pretty damn good so far.
2) I tried working a second job at CVS to save some more money, but that didn't work out so well. Turns out that the feeling that working at CVS gave me seven years ago was not just because I was shy and a very bad people person when I was 15. It's actually because working at CVS blows and $8 an hour is not worth the all-encompassing feeling of absolute dread before going into work. So I quit after a week. At least I got holiday pay for working on Labor Day.
3) I have a boyfriend. His name is Steven. He is absolutely fucking wonderful, and I'm not so sure that I deserve him. There's a genuinely caring heart nestled somewhere in that boy, and I'm incredibly grateful that I get to hold onto it. He's a good person, one of the very few that I have ever met, and one of the few people I know for sure that I can trust. He's from West Virginia, and that southern gentleman definitely peaks its head out often. He's also a mortician, which I'm sure most would agree is perfect for me. And so far, it is! *knocks on wood*
4) Turns out some of the people I was friends with are self-righteous jerks, not to mention liars, and therefore are not in my life anymore. Some were quite the surprise, considering they went from extremely close friends to mocking me in away messages and posting immature things about me and Kaylynn in their myspaces. But the way I see it, they can continue on down the road to 8th grade bullshit. I'm not the one looking like a child, and I'm obviously better off without them.
5) Despite that minor setback, things are going really great. *knocks on wood, again* Happeh times ahead. ^_^
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Thursday, August 3rd, 2006
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| Time: | 10:51 am. |
| Mood: |  relieved. | | Music: | The Shower Scene - Brand New. |
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I have so recently as last night discovered that even though it's hard to let go of someone that continually treats you like shit, telling them to fuck off because they're decidedly sub-human and a waste of space makes up for any heartache.
It's simply impossible to get a narcissistic, unempathetic, chronic people-user to take responsibility for his own actions. It's also impossible to get said person to admit that he is a straight faced fucking liar not because someone forced him to lie, but because he CHOSE to lie. He CHOSE to lie and CHOSE to make up a bullshit story to cover his ass, and then had the nerve to get pissed off at the one who caught him for, ironically, catching him.
It amazes me how some people refuse to grow up. Just because you live on your own and pay your own bills doesn't qualify you for the Grown Up stage of life. You can still have the mentality of a penis. And believe me, you do.
And this, my friends, is how the falling out begins and ends.
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Thursday, July 27th, 2006
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| Time: | 12:24 pm. |
| Music: | The Grace - City and Colour. |
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"I like you, but I'd rather be with her instead."
Happens every time.
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| Time: | 1:16 am. |
| Music: | One Beat - Sleater-Kinney. |
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It would be easy,
convenient,
and satisfying
if I could simply leave humanity behind
and live the rest of my life in pleasurable solitude.
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| Time: | 1:07 am. |
| Mood: |  exhausted. | | Music: | Words & Guitar - Sleater-Kinney. |
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I haven't updated in ages. By now there's so much to talk about that I don't even want to exert the energy to explain everything that's going on.
I suppose I should be happy. There's nothing terribly tragic going on in my life, nor anything majorly anxiety-causing. Yet somehow I'm not content. In public, or hanging out with my friends, it's not noticable. I laugh and have a good time, and I genuinely am having a good time. But it's when I get get home and talk to people on AIM that I start to feel defeated, dejected and uncomfortable.
I hate how much I let other people affect me. I hate how much other people want to affect me, to get a reaction out of me. I hate it when people purposefully try to make me jealous. Some guys don't seem to realize that I'm different than most girls. I don't give the same reactions as other, younger girls, and I certainly don't give a reaction if it is, in fact, a reaction they're looking for.
I especially hate the demise of something I was a part of, and the rise of something completely different and strange thrown in my face. I also hate being stuck in the middle of things, and having far too much time late at night to overanalyze these situations.
There always seems to be something in my life that makes me completely uncomfortable.
As for a factual update ...
I started seeing this guy Anthony a couple weeks ago. He was nice and we had fun together, but we had just about nothing in common and I found myself sitting there with nothing to say to him most of the time. Not to mention he didn't exactly like my friends, and if you don't like my friends how can you possibly like me? So I told him I didn't think anything more than a friendship was possible, to which he basically flipped out about. He called me to tell me that what I was doing was childish and I'm jumping to conclusions and bullshit like that. A couple hours later he called me back sobbing and saying repeatedly, "Please don't do this to me! Please don't do this to me!" and saying he's sorry for whatever he did wrong and he cares for me SOOOO much and to give him another chance. Sorry, but that does not win me back. It creeps me the fuck out even more.
Now he sends me random IMs begging me to rethink my decision. Sometimes I do miss him, but then I remember how creepy it is that he's practically stalking me. And I cringe.
Yesterday, Jamie picked me up and we drove to New Paltz to hang out with Brian, who we're currently band-courting. We didn't talk much about music, which is probably a good thing when you're trying to acquisition someone into your band and it's the first time you're actually meeting them. But we had a lot of fun eating at Taco Shack and hanging out outside his house. He's a rather enjoyable fellow, but as Jamie said, "He's very clever ... almost TOO clever for us." But he wasn't scared away by the fact that I was sweating like a fat kid, was poking at a rather large beetle on his front porch, and Jamie almost choking to death on her taco, so that's a good sign. On the way back to my house, we stopped at Debra T's and had ice cream and everything seemed okay for those 15 minutes.
I would talk about Nick, but it seems that every time I talk about a guy I like on here or myspace, something goes wrong immediately afterwards.
I'm done for now. Goodnight.
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| Time: | 11:47 pm. |
| Mood: |  aggravated. |
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I'm trying so hard to be content here. I'm trying so hard to make the best of my living situation, work as much as I can so I'm not home so much, and deal with living in a house that feels less and less like my own home and more and more like "that place I live in."
But it's virtually impossible to be completely happy living here anymore. I've gotten so used to living on my own, coming and going as I please, not having to answer to anyone else's rules. My mother has gotten used to living on her own again and doing things around the house the way she wants them done. We're both used to doing things our own way, and we're clashing in the worst of ways.
I'm not content with being 22 years old and being told I can't have a pet rabbit because my mom doesn't want it. I'm not content with my mother being on my back constantly about doing things around the house. I find myself rushing to get chores done before my mom gets home from work so I don't have to listen to her complain about how nothing ever gets done in this house and I need to start doing more chores if I don't want to pay rent. Which is completely understandable, and completely doable. I just don't think she understands that she and I run different schedules and just because I don't get all my cleaning done before 10am, doesn't mean I'm not going to do it at all.
What irks me more than anything, however, is my mother's constant complaining. I never hear anything out of her mouth that does not have some negative connotation to it. Whether it's about money, the house, cleaning, dishes, weight, whatever, it doesn't matter. She's constantly complaining about it. I'm constantly hearing about how the washer's broken, there's dishes to be done, she doesn't fit into her pants anymore, the dogs are getting to be too much, she can't remember anything anymore ... there's ALWAYS SOMETHING. Half the time I think she sets things up to go wrong, just so she has something to complain about. And it takes all of me, ALL OF ME, not to start screaming at her to shut up and fucking deal with it. I don't want to do that, because I don't want to hurt her feelings. But sometimes it just becomes TOO much and I can't stand it.
I love my mom, I really really do. But it's obvious that it's come to a point where we have to live apart in order to have a functioning relationship. I don't smile that much when I'm home, and a few times my mother has asked why I look so pissed off. I want to say, "Because I hate it here," but that would be so beyond insulting and mean and vindictive. But I can't help it if it's the truth.
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My dearest friend Michelle,
I was sorting through all the junk sitting on my washing machine this morning when I made an amazing discovery. It seems that the invitation to your graduation dinner that I would most liked to have attended was thrown into a pile of my mom's old mail. Hence, I didn't get to open it until today. To which I say, THAT FRIGGIN BLOWS!!
I'm really sorry if it seemed that I just didn't bother to respond to the invitation, but I honestly didn't get it until today, lol. I would never have blown you off, I swear. Are you going to be upstate at all this summer? Let me know!!
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| Time: | 12:03 am. |
| Mood: | fucking pissed. |
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I go through the same fucking thing every time I'm home from school.
What the fuck is the point in saying they're my friends when they never even ask me to hang out?
The people they bitch about every day are the same people they consistantly choose to do things with over me.
Why? Because they have a car?
Fuck that.
Fuck all of it.
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Wednesday, May 24th, 2006
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| Time: | 3:24 pm. |
| Music: | Hey There Delilah - Plain White T's. |
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Sigh. What a ridiculous (in a good way) ride the first week of summer vacation has turned out to be.
Thursday:
I moved out of my dorm with my father's help. I'm not gonna lie, there's some people I'm glad to be away from. Not because I don't like them, but just because it's nice not to have to hear yelling/screaching/drunk people at 4am. However, I'm gonna miss everyone, especially Roxie. She's the best roommate I've ever had, and probably ever will have. I'm glad to see her move on to bigger and better things. ^_^
After finally checking out of the dorm much later than I anticipated, I made it home and started unpacking, quickly realizing that I have WAY too much stuff. How the fuck did I pack all that shit into half a jail cell-sized room, yet I can't find places for anything within a two-room space at home?
Shortly after I got home, I packed a few things up again to head to Kayla's for Chris and Andy's graduation party. High intoxication levels were greatly welcomed. The youngin's played drinking games while the adults and parents watched and laughed at us. Andy's girlfriend Vivi ended up really sick and occupied the bathroom for a good two hours while the rest of us were forced to pee outside. Good thing I'm a seasoned pro at peeing outside. Then we all passed out really late and woke up really late and Vivi made us walnut pancakes that were mmmmmmmmmmlallflfolol so good.
Later, me, Kayla, Chris, Andy, Vivi, Bub and Jeremy went to the hibachi place in Poughkeepsie. I'd never been to a hibachi place before, so it was pretty killer. We had a really funny chef. Bub ordered his steak rare, so the chef called him "sushi boy." Bub, however, thought he called him "sissy boy" and got kinda pissed, hahaha. Silly kids. We saw Over the Hedge after that and I burned off all the calories from the food off from laughing so much. Such a cute movie! Then I went home and actually got to sleep in my own bed. Yay for personal beds!
Friday:
Pretty much tried unpacking all day. Didn't work so well.
Saturday & Sunday:
Liz picked me up around 2:30 and we drove to Queens to see Jamie and go to the Rainer Maria show at the Bowery Ballroom. We only got lost on the way down there once, and since I'm Super Awesome Navigator, I got us back on track. We made it down just in time to get some food (who knew Dunkin Donuts made sandwiches now? Fucking SHIT they're good) and chill.
After stuffing our faces, we drove into Manhattan instead of taking the train, and made it to the show just as the second opening band, Ambulette, was playing. They were pretty good, but the singer's voice started to grate at my ears after awhile. In the meantime, Jamie found Li (the girlfriend of Bill, Rainer Maria's drummer) and brought her over to stand with us. She's absolutely adorable, and impssibly tall. And looks amazingly like Karen O. Yeah, I pretty much wanna be her.
Rainer Maria came on, and they were great as usual. They didn't play as many older songs as I had hoped, but their new album kicks ass so I can't say they didn't play anything I liked. I definitely lost my voice singing along to "Tinfoil," as usual. Afterwards I bought a shirt and a button, and the four of us stood outside and talked while we waited for the band to pack up. We met Kyle's (guitarist of Rainer Maria) girlfriend, Charlie. Talk about a space cadet, jesus. Then Li went inside and we said we'd meet her at the after party, even though we didn't quite know where the after party was.
After finding directions off a subway map, we found the billiards room where the after party was. It was ... strange. A little uncomforable. Just because I didn't know anyone, and I felt very out of my element. Like showing up to a formal party in ripped jeans and no bra, and everyone knows you look disgusting but no one will say anything. Not to mention I waited for almost 10 minutes to get a beer and the bartender continuously overlooked me to help someone else. Very rude. But we stayed for awhile, said goodbye to Li and Bill, stopped at Dunkin Donuts again, and got lost on the way back to Jamie's. We finally made it back around 3am. John took us out to breakfast the next morning, and Liz and I left early enough to get stuck smack in the middle of a thunderstorm on the Taconic, yay!
When I got home, it seemed we had acquired another dog named Cash. He's my mom's boyfriend's dog that he's trying to get rid of through a Boxer rescue thing, but in the meantime he's having trouble taking care of him so we're watching him for now. Three dogs + this house = doggie pandemonium. It's friggin ridiculous.
Oh, and I also got roped into working for Laura that night. I need the money, but christ, can't a girl just SIT DOWN for once?
Monday:
I did more unpacking and reorganizing of my room to fit all my shit. My mom and I also started a diet, The Rice Diet, which totally bones.
Tuesday:
Woke up at 4am and started puking up everything I've eaten in the past friggin week. I don't know why, I don't know how, I don't have an explanation for any of it. I just know that I was sick all fucking day, puking at least twice an hour even when I stopped having anything in my stomach to throw up. And everytime I vomitted, I could feel all the blood draining from my face. It literally HURT, and hurt EVERYWHERE. I blame at least half of it on the rice diet. Switching from one way of eating to a completely different way reeked havoc on my stomach.
Today:
I'm feeling better, but not 100%. My stomach's still woozy, and I could probably zonk out at any moment. But, I gotta work at 3. That should be interesting ...
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| Time: | 5:36 pm. |
| Music: | Miss Murder - AFI. |
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It breaks my heart how incredibly dumb these girls are on America's Next Top Model.
I just heard Jade say, "Nnenna is holding a monotony on the phone."
Monotony .... hmm. Pass 8th grade English class much?
But, their priceless stupidity makes the show worth watching.
And let it be known that American Idol is worthless now that my beloved Chris Daughtry has been kicked off. I mean, what the fuck?? Elliott what's-his-ugly-face is still there, the dude that sings every song exactly the same week after week, but the only bald headed man that I have ever loved gets kicked off because he ROCKED Elvis' dead ass up outta his grave?! BLASPHEMY! Shame on you, American public!
And I'm done.
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| Time: | 2:52 pm. |
| Music: | Cheated Hearts - Yeah Yeah Yeahs. |
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Semester's almost over. I'm actually really glad to be going home for the summer ...
Yeah, that feeling's gonna last a good week and a half.
I'll be getting a steady paycheck again. Go to shows. Hopefully get the musical gears grinding again with Jamie and Liz's help. Go to the Toronto comicon again? Let's hope. I need an excuse to dress up as Haruko Haruhara.
But then summer will be over, and I'll have to come back here. Everyone's graduating, moving off to better places and starting their non-academic, adult lives. And I'm here again for another year.
I want
to be
somewhere
ELSE.
But no, no. I won't let the man get me down. No, I won't. Because I will possibly be hanging out with Rainer Maria after their show at the Bowery on the 20th. Who's fucking psyched? I'M FUCKING PSYCHED!!
Complete 180 for a sec:
I like being friends with my ex-boyfriends and ex ... uh ... guy friend people? I dunno what to call them. Point is, I'm glad that I still talk to all of them. I'm glad that I can sit and have a rad conversation, watch a movie or hang out with them and have it not be awkward. A lot of people can't say that about their ex-whatevers. I suppose I'm lucky that way. Some would probably say dumb, but I say lucky.
Granted, sometimes it does get awkward for me when they talk about new girlfriends and such, but I guess I should take that more as a compliment; that they're comfortable enough with me as a friend to talk about such things.
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| Time: | 11:37 pm. |
| Music: | We Drink So You Don't Have To - The Blackout Pact. |
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I believe one word sums up my feelings towards everything right about now.
And that word is ...
Whatthefuckever.
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