I saw a teenager on the train today who was wearing this bizarre Donald Duck Nascar jacket. Interesting. I thought "Does that particular city teenager have a thing for Donald Duck or is this the newest in hip hop fashion?"
Then, on my way to and from the glasses place, I saw two more kids with these jackets, but they were Mickey Mouse!
So apparently this is the new trend in hip hop fashion.
I am thoroughly confused by it. Disney characters? On jackets in 2004? For $200? Wtf?
To see the jackets please visit:
http://www.abasleatherjackets.com/micmous.html
Now I'm really leaving.
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
All Bow to the German-ator
Blog Reference: Karma Officially Trampled (11.16.04); comment by German:
"hi leah,
if you still have problems with your new glasses after
the prescription is fixed, make sure that you take with
you your old specs, and bend the frame with the same angles
as your old one.
I actually had major headaches with my new glasses, then
I went back and the person there just said, oh, we need
to bend them the way your used to. I don't know if I'm
describing it well enough.. but the frames' bent position
can make a HUGE diference.."
I just went to the eyeglasses place.
I threw no fit.
When asked how I was doing ("LEAH! HOW ARE YOU?! We thought you were leaving today for Thanksgiving!" because now we are old friends), I said "I am quite cross, actually." I explained what was now wrong, how I felt about it, and said "I'd like my money back."
They said "Well, we already did two re-do's for no charge."
"The re-do's were not my fault."
"I know, I know, maybe we can give you a store credit..."
"That won't do."
They gave my glasses to the lens-making-man to look at. He claimed that the new glasses were the same exact prescription as the old glasses. I said "No, because I can't see out of the new ones and get crazy headaches."
He gave them to the doctor, who also said "These are the same prescription."
"But I can't see!"
"But its the same."
"But I can't see. See, I get bad headaches. And everything is wavy. And I can't see."
"I don't know. They are the same."
"BUT THEY DON'T WORK!"
"Maybe you need a different frame or something. We'll get a new frame." For the love of god. The lenses with the chip in that exact frame worked fine.
Then... like magic... a German shaped puppet appeared in my mind (think Team America)and I thought "Wait! German said that maybe... just maybe... if you bend your glasses a certain way, they will magically work!"
Just as I thought this, the doctor said "Or, perhaps its the angle..."
"Might you try to bend them?"
"We'll see what we can do."
He disappeared for about five minutes, returned, and voila! I could see.
They said "You're just very sensitive to your prescription."
Yes. I am very sensitive to being able to see appropriately. They said "Make sure you don't drop those because then you won't be able to see" as though its my fault that the angle was weird.
Whatever.
At least now I won't have to ever go back there or hopefully to any eye type place for the next few years.
And it has been confirmed, once more, that German is brilliant.
And that blogs are useful.
"hi leah,
if you still have problems with your new glasses after
the prescription is fixed, make sure that you take with
you your old specs, and bend the frame with the same angles
as your old one.
I actually had major headaches with my new glasses, then
I went back and the person there just said, oh, we need
to bend them the way your used to. I don't know if I'm
describing it well enough.. but the frames' bent position
can make a HUGE diference.."
I just went to the eyeglasses place.
I threw no fit.
When asked how I was doing ("LEAH! HOW ARE YOU?! We thought you were leaving today for Thanksgiving!" because now we are old friends), I said "I am quite cross, actually." I explained what was now wrong, how I felt about it, and said "I'd like my money back."
They said "Well, we already did two re-do's for no charge."
"The re-do's were not my fault."
"I know, I know, maybe we can give you a store credit..."
"That won't do."
They gave my glasses to the lens-making-man to look at. He claimed that the new glasses were the same exact prescription as the old glasses. I said "No, because I can't see out of the new ones and get crazy headaches."
He gave them to the doctor, who also said "These are the same prescription."
"But I can't see!"
"But its the same."
"But I can't see. See, I get bad headaches. And everything is wavy. And I can't see."
"I don't know. They are the same."
"BUT THEY DON'T WORK!"
"Maybe you need a different frame or something. We'll get a new frame." For the love of god. The lenses with the chip in that exact frame worked fine.
Then... like magic... a German shaped puppet appeared in my mind (think Team America)and I thought "Wait! German said that maybe... just maybe... if you bend your glasses a certain way, they will magically work!"
Just as I thought this, the doctor said "Or, perhaps its the angle..."
"Might you try to bend them?"
"We'll see what we can do."
He disappeared for about five minutes, returned, and voila! I could see.
They said "You're just very sensitive to your prescription."
Yes. I am very sensitive to being able to see appropriately. They said "Make sure you don't drop those because then you won't be able to see" as though its my fault that the angle was weird.
Whatever.
At least now I won't have to ever go back there or hopefully to any eye type place for the next few years.
And it has been confirmed, once more, that German is brilliant.
And that blogs are useful.
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
Rage
I rarely get mad. I'm more of a sad type. When I do get mad, I freak out, a lot, and yell about whatever's making me mad to people who aren't involved with the madness-inducing incident or person. People generally think this is cute and don't take me seriously, which makes me even more mad.
Because I don't get mad often, when I do get mad I can't really deal with it. Especially when I'm mad to the point where I feel like I should probably deal with it. And then I get freaked out, because I feel really mad and pissed and victimized and can't deal with that on top of knowing that I need to confront something in order to feel better.
Tonight I am extremely pissed off. Livid. Going fucking nuts. It's not serious. It's my fucking glasses. Again. I am pissed off because I gave these glasses people a ridiculous amount of money and they can't do their job. If your job is to cut lenses, then just cut lenses!!!!
The sequence of events:
Monday - purchase two pairs of glasses
Tuesday - pick up glasses but both glasses are incorrect prescription (and, both are different incorrect prescriptions, which is weird, because they're supposed to be cut from the same glass)
Friday - pick up glasses again and they are correct prescription!
Saturday - have to to back because glasses were incorrectly adjusted and are crooked
Sunday - have to go back again because noticed a chip in one lens and glue on other lens of one pair
Monday - pick up new glasses, again... note: this is the THIRD PAIR
Tuesday - packing for Thanksgiving and want to see self in third pair of conservative pair, start watching TV, and realize right eye is fucking WRONG PRESCRIPTION AGAIN
Now.
I have been to this place, which is nowhere near where I work or live, 6 out of the last 9 days.
I gave them tons of money.
Fucking inexcusable.
I went last week knowing that I'd be able to wear my new glasses which actually fit and are not disintegrating home for Thanksgiving.
I don't have time for this!!! Who has time for this!??!? And I paid LOTS OF MONEY for this!!!!
So now, tomorrow, the day before Thanksgiving, I have to go back AGAIN. I will not be able to wear conservative pair home for Thanskgiving. I am pissed about having to do this, as it is going to rain tomorrow and as I will be rushing around trying to finish IP's and tissue culture in order to leave by 3 pm to get to my train in time.
I have to go there and force myself to throw a fit. I should have thrown a fit last time. I just couldn't do it because Roommate was there and I felt calm. Some people are good at fit-throwing. I am just not the type. I try to be patient. Right now I am impatient. How do you good fit-throwers do it? You don't back down. You rule.
I have to demand my money back. I think what I am going to do is pay for the frames and demand the money back on the lenses and just have lenses made somewhere else, because this is fucking absurd. Hopefully they'll then say "No! Don't do that - we'll give you the money back on the lenses and we'll make them again for you. In fact, we'll give you the money back on the frames, too, for all your inconvenience."
Right.
I have to be firm.
Man am I pissed.
Because I don't get mad often, when I do get mad I can't really deal with it. Especially when I'm mad to the point where I feel like I should probably deal with it. And then I get freaked out, because I feel really mad and pissed and victimized and can't deal with that on top of knowing that I need to confront something in order to feel better.
Tonight I am extremely pissed off. Livid. Going fucking nuts. It's not serious. It's my fucking glasses. Again. I am pissed off because I gave these glasses people a ridiculous amount of money and they can't do their job. If your job is to cut lenses, then just cut lenses!!!!
The sequence of events:
Monday - purchase two pairs of glasses
Tuesday - pick up glasses but both glasses are incorrect prescription (and, both are different incorrect prescriptions, which is weird, because they're supposed to be cut from the same glass)
Friday - pick up glasses again and they are correct prescription!
Saturday - have to to back because glasses were incorrectly adjusted and are crooked
Sunday - have to go back again because noticed a chip in one lens and glue on other lens of one pair
Monday - pick up new glasses, again... note: this is the THIRD PAIR
Tuesday - packing for Thanksgiving and want to see self in third pair of conservative pair, start watching TV, and realize right eye is fucking WRONG PRESCRIPTION AGAIN
Now.
I have been to this place, which is nowhere near where I work or live, 6 out of the last 9 days.
I gave them tons of money.
Fucking inexcusable.
I went last week knowing that I'd be able to wear my new glasses which actually fit and are not disintegrating home for Thanksgiving.
I don't have time for this!!! Who has time for this!??!? And I paid LOTS OF MONEY for this!!!!
So now, tomorrow, the day before Thanksgiving, I have to go back AGAIN. I will not be able to wear conservative pair home for Thanskgiving. I am pissed about having to do this, as it is going to rain tomorrow and as I will be rushing around trying to finish IP's and tissue culture in order to leave by 3 pm to get to my train in time.
I have to go there and force myself to throw a fit. I should have thrown a fit last time. I just couldn't do it because Roommate was there and I felt calm. Some people are good at fit-throwing. I am just not the type. I try to be patient. Right now I am impatient. How do you good fit-throwers do it? You don't back down. You rule.
I have to demand my money back. I think what I am going to do is pay for the frames and demand the money back on the lenses and just have lenses made somewhere else, because this is fucking absurd. Hopefully they'll then say "No! Don't do that - we'll give you the money back on the lenses and we'll make them again for you. In fact, we'll give you the money back on the frames, too, for all your inconvenience."
Right.
I have to be firm.
Man am I pissed.
Procrastination
I have never been the type to procrastinate. I've been accused of being "too productive." I always had the paper written weeks in advance and started studying for finals a month before finals.
I do, however, procrastinate one thing and one thing only. Packing. I can't stand it. I just did millions of dishes to procrastinate packing. I am now sitting on my bed blogging, submerged in a pile of socks and lip sticks and books I might bring and way too many shirts for four days, in order to procrastinate.
I don't know what it is about packing. I loathe it. I despite it above all else. And its only packing for trips. I didn't have issues with packing to move. I was all over it. I did it gradually over weeks so it never really got out of control.
But man. Packing for a few days is torture. I think its because you have to limit what you bring, and as a girl this is infuriating. I'd love nothing more than to bring three different pairs of shoes and all forty three pairs of glasses and every possible skin product and enough clothing options to cover whatever happens with the weather. Like sweaters, shirts, blouses, and two different coats just in case.
But no. It all needs to fit in one bag and can't weigh too much.
It's much easier in the summer because the clothes are smaller and there's not much variability with the weather.
OK.
Now I am going to, ahem, pack.
One more thing: Theo from The Cosby Show got HOT. I know this because I was watching the 80's Retrosexual nonsense on VH1 to procrastinate.
Happy Thanksgiving to you all if I don't blog tomorrow, and hope to see some of you this weekend!
I do, however, procrastinate one thing and one thing only. Packing. I can't stand it. I just did millions of dishes to procrastinate packing. I am now sitting on my bed blogging, submerged in a pile of socks and lip sticks and books I might bring and way too many shirts for four days, in order to procrastinate.
I don't know what it is about packing. I loathe it. I despite it above all else. And its only packing for trips. I didn't have issues with packing to move. I was all over it. I did it gradually over weeks so it never really got out of control.
But man. Packing for a few days is torture. I think its because you have to limit what you bring, and as a girl this is infuriating. I'd love nothing more than to bring three different pairs of shoes and all forty three pairs of glasses and every possible skin product and enough clothing options to cover whatever happens with the weather. Like sweaters, shirts, blouses, and two different coats just in case.
But no. It all needs to fit in one bag and can't weigh too much.
It's much easier in the summer because the clothes are smaller and there's not much variability with the weather.
OK.
Now I am going to, ahem, pack.
One more thing: Theo from The Cosby Show got HOT. I know this because I was watching the 80's Retrosexual nonsense on VH1 to procrastinate.
Happy Thanksgiving to you all if I don't blog tomorrow, and hope to see some of you this weekend!
Monday, November 22, 2004
Don't Ask, Don't Tell
Genre: Emo Drama!
Date: 11.22.04
Description:
I think the song speaks for itself. I'm still sad about this so wrote a song that involves some really bad singing. Things got a little messy (complicated) when I recorded this. The high end is a little too high, and the low end is a little too low so sometimes inaudible. The actual version on an actual piano is much better than the recording. At some point I'll have to go back and record it live. Nevertheless, thanks ladies for listening, and special thanks to N and M for your advice and for, ahem, some of the lyrics.
Lyrics:
Don't ask, don't tell, don't ask, don't tell
Remain delusional
We're chatting, we're sickening, one thing leads to another like it always does
From the way you're behaving I don't think to ask if there's anyone involved but us
I don't know why this happens every time
Over and over we both fucked up
It's hard to let go of your first love
Ten years ago I was your world
Now I'm just a notch in your belt, some skanky girl, a story to tell
From the rooftop I told you I loved you
Then crawled into his bed knowing I'd never say those words to him
Still I pretended he didn't exist
I didn't let myself see your face but I still thought of you in his embrace
You must think I'm desperate, pathetic
I take back all the loving things I said and especially what I did
I trust noone else but you but not today
You're losing me
By forcing me to be who I used to be
Give me the choice, let me decide
I can't believe its come down to this
I never imagined something could end us
We're bad at being friends, cuz we can't be just friends
Lying and lying in a fight
To maintain this bullshit in our lives
I don't know why this happens every time
Over and over we both fucked up
It's hard to let go of your first love
Date: 11.22.04
Description:
I think the song speaks for itself. I'm still sad about this so wrote a song that involves some really bad singing. Things got a little messy (complicated) when I recorded this. The high end is a little too high, and the low end is a little too low so sometimes inaudible. The actual version on an actual piano is much better than the recording. At some point I'll have to go back and record it live. Nevertheless, thanks ladies for listening, and special thanks to N and M for your advice and for, ahem, some of the lyrics.
Lyrics:
Don't ask, don't tell, don't ask, don't tell
Remain delusional
We're chatting, we're sickening, one thing leads to another like it always does
From the way you're behaving I don't think to ask if there's anyone involved but us
I don't know why this happens every time
Over and over we both fucked up
It's hard to let go of your first love
Ten years ago I was your world
Now I'm just a notch in your belt, some skanky girl, a story to tell
From the rooftop I told you I loved you
Then crawled into his bed knowing I'd never say those words to him
Still I pretended he didn't exist
I didn't let myself see your face but I still thought of you in his embrace
You must think I'm desperate, pathetic
I take back all the loving things I said and especially what I did
I trust noone else but you but not today
You're losing me
By forcing me to be who I used to be
Give me the choice, let me decide
I can't believe its come down to this
I never imagined something could end us
We're bad at being friends, cuz we can't be just friends
Lying and lying in a fight
To maintain this bullshit in our lives
I don't know why this happens every time
Over and over we both fucked up
It's hard to let go of your first love
Never Will I Get Used to This (or I Am Absolutely Star Struck)
So after having a quick lunch today and dropping my purple pants off to be hemmed, I arrived back at work to see the street blocked off in front of my building and a bunch of bystanders standing around, not knowing what was going on.
I thought "Well, I might as well stand around for a bit since I'm in an incubation, and whatever it is will probably be more exciting than Freddie Prinze, Jr."
A jeep drove by with some cameras in it...
Followed by a bunch of NYPD and various other vehicles including...
A gigantic truck on which sat U2.
Now.
I am not a fan of U2, but Bono is a superstar, megastar, star star star.
The truck, which had a huge open bed and the entire band set up with instruments etc., stopped right in front of my building for a minute, during which U2 chatted with us.
Bono said "Hi" to us and I said "Hello" and the Edge nodded at me and sort of tilted his guitar in my direction.
And then they left. They were about 5 feet away. Freaking bizarre. Apparently they are filming at TV spot under the Brooklyn Bridge this afternoon.
It's all very surreal, because this happened while I was at work.
Again, not a fan, but I'd like to say that Bono (and the rest) is larger than life (even in person) and is just a nice guy. They didn't need to stop and talk to us. They didn't even need to let people know that they were there. Instead, they decided to make a bunch of people's days and be friendly.
Many people were giddy (literally squealing) in the elevator after this happened.
This is the first time I ever thought "Why don't I have a camera phone!?"
New York rocks.
I thought "Well, I might as well stand around for a bit since I'm in an incubation, and whatever it is will probably be more exciting than Freddie Prinze, Jr."
A jeep drove by with some cameras in it...
Followed by a bunch of NYPD and various other vehicles including...
A gigantic truck on which sat U2.
Now.
I am not a fan of U2, but Bono is a superstar, megastar, star star star.
The truck, which had a huge open bed and the entire band set up with instruments etc., stopped right in front of my building for a minute, during which U2 chatted with us.
Bono said "Hi" to us and I said "Hello" and the Edge nodded at me and sort of tilted his guitar in my direction.
And then they left. They were about 5 feet away. Freaking bizarre. Apparently they are filming at TV spot under the Brooklyn Bridge this afternoon.
It's all very surreal, because this happened while I was at work.
Again, not a fan, but I'd like to say that Bono (and the rest) is larger than life (even in person) and is just a nice guy. They didn't need to stop and talk to us. They didn't even need to let people know that they were there. Instead, they decided to make a bunch of people's days and be friendly.
Many people were giddy (literally squealing) in the elevator after this happened.
This is the first time I ever thought "Why don't I have a camera phone!?"
New York rocks.
Sunday, November 21, 2004
Storm Troopers
I think I feel settled after this weekend.
I spent Friday night being "productive" after I got a bit sidetracked by a movie being filmed on the streets of Williamsburg starring Freddie Prinze Jr., who is not at all attractive in real life. I cleaned the apartment, wrote a song, and got nearly 13 hours of sleep.
On Saturday I completed writing the song and then went to the movies with E. We went to see "Ray," which I didn't particularly want to see, but had to see because E is a film student and sees everything the minute it comes out. One work to describe Ray: Amazing. I didn't expect to like it, but it blew my mind away. Jamie Foxx was exquisite. You should all see it. It was very powerful. We didn't go to dinner because the movie was really long and I had to get back to the Burg for a show at Galapagos. It was surf rock show that was supposed to begin at 8:30. I got there at about 8:45 and the show didn't start until around 9:45, which was agony because I was by myself just sitting there for an hour. The show began with a god awful "film" set to music by the opening band. More agony. It was an art film with scenes that not only didn't make any sense, but just went on and on forever. Like a bride in black and white on a swing set for 10 minutes. And then two brides! And then THREE!!! The film ended and they needed to set up for the opening band, which took about an hour. The opening band wasn't bad - they were sort of a not-as-developed Low - but I realized three seconds into the set that going to a show when you have an ear infection is a bad idea. I left three songs into it and called my friend D, who "met me" at the show but didn't actually meet up with me because he and his friends wanted to chill near the bathroom (where there were less people) and I didn't want to because I had a sweet spot with a chair. Yay adult rock show. D and his two friends came over and we hung out in the loft for a bit. It was nice to have visitors.
And today I slept late again and then went to the Comics Expo with Roommate. It was very overwhelming and full of wonderful toys, all of which we wanted. We decided that we will have to find loads of money before the next Expo, which is in January.
I was disappointed, though, because I really wanted to get a Flava Flav clock for cheap, but they did not have it. Nor did they have a Snoop Dogg action figure. They did, however, have Nelly. But I don't want Nelly.
On our way out, we met some storm troopers! We were so smitten and just generally flustered after having met them that we took the train uptown instead of downtown. Luckily we realized it and just backtracked. I wanted to go back up and get the storm troopers' phone numbers since we had to go back there, but we decided to go home instead. And now we are home, looking at the photo. Sigh.
I spent Friday night being "productive" after I got a bit sidetracked by a movie being filmed on the streets of Williamsburg starring Freddie Prinze Jr., who is not at all attractive in real life. I cleaned the apartment, wrote a song, and got nearly 13 hours of sleep.
On Saturday I completed writing the song and then went to the movies with E. We went to see "Ray," which I didn't particularly want to see, but had to see because E is a film student and sees everything the minute it comes out. One work to describe Ray: Amazing. I didn't expect to like it, but it blew my mind away. Jamie Foxx was exquisite. You should all see it. It was very powerful. We didn't go to dinner because the movie was really long and I had to get back to the Burg for a show at Galapagos. It was surf rock show that was supposed to begin at 8:30. I got there at about 8:45 and the show didn't start until around 9:45, which was agony because I was by myself just sitting there for an hour. The show began with a god awful "film" set to music by the opening band. More agony. It was an art film with scenes that not only didn't make any sense, but just went on and on forever. Like a bride in black and white on a swing set for 10 minutes. And then two brides! And then THREE!!! The film ended and they needed to set up for the opening band, which took about an hour. The opening band wasn't bad - they were sort of a not-as-developed Low - but I realized three seconds into the set that going to a show when you have an ear infection is a bad idea. I left three songs into it and called my friend D, who "met me" at the show but didn't actually meet up with me because he and his friends wanted to chill near the bathroom (where there were less people) and I didn't want to because I had a sweet spot with a chair. Yay adult rock show. D and his two friends came over and we hung out in the loft for a bit. It was nice to have visitors.
And today I slept late again and then went to the Comics Expo with Roommate. It was very overwhelming and full of wonderful toys, all of which we wanted. We decided that we will have to find loads of money before the next Expo, which is in January.
I was disappointed, though, because I really wanted to get a Flava Flav clock for cheap, but they did not have it. Nor did they have a Snoop Dogg action figure. They did, however, have Nelly. But I don't want Nelly.
On our way out, we met some storm troopers! We were so smitten and just generally flustered after having met them that we took the train uptown instead of downtown. Luckily we realized it and just backtracked. I wanted to go back up and get the storm troopers' phone numbers since we had to go back there, but we decided to go home instead. And now we are home, looking at the photo. Sigh.
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