Roommate and I went to Floating Vaudeville last night at Galapagos.
It was awesome. Roommate said "I love our New York life."
Some thoughts:
1. We thought the dude at the door was cute and gay when we walked in. Roommate said "What do you think?" I said "Cute but gay... too bad." On our way out, dude was totally into Roommate and not-as-elusive, which caused us to realize that he was neither cute nor gay. Apparently boys cannot be cute and straight.
2. There was a hula hoop woman. She was nuts. Extremely talented. Her face looked a bit like Parker Posey's. Her first set consisted of a striptease whilst hula hooping. In theory this should be tres sexy. The whole thing excited me at first - when she removed her gloves etc. - until she removed her top. Her body was obscenely cut. You know the type. Body-building-too-thin-chick-cut-concave-transparent-stretched-out-abs. It was actually kind of gross, and distracted from what was going on. Her second set was one where she was wearing a half shirt and started with one hula hoop which ended up being about 20. Again, she was amazing, but I couldn't stop staring at and being horrifed by her scary abs.
3. www.cornmo.com This guy is the best thing ever. Roommate has been talking about him non-stop since I met her. "You are gonna love Cornmo," she'd say or "When you see Cornmo your life will be forever changed," or "Cornmo can turn anything into happy." She was so right. He's a one-man band - plays keys or accordian while having a small drum attached to his shoe for dramatic moments - and sounds like Queen meets They Might Be Giants meets Ben Folds. Fabulous. I can't really describe him - his songs are hilarious (songs about time travel, a German lady who gave him candy when he was a little kid, a girl who wanted to hook up with him after a show but he was oblivious because it doesn't make sense thata a girl would want to hook up with someone because they play the accordian), he is sincere and deadpan, and you just want to smother him or invite him over to sing songs for you at your apartment. The wonderful thing is that he will come over and sing songs for you in your apartment, so we're thinking of inviting him to do a set at our fictional February party that we'll be hosting once we've made friends in January, which is our goal.
4.. We didn't make any friends last night, which was our goal. We were met, however, by a spastic Ohio-in-origin kid from our building named Freddie, who ran after us on the street as we left Galapagos to say "Did you guys see that girl having sex with that car over there?" He works for a company that tries to get people to "save the children" and, of course, fell in love with Roommate by the time we got back to our building. He invited us to some parties which we did not attend and also to an audio installation he's doing in Suite 317 on Wednesday, which I think I might check out if I am not too fried from Tuesday's company party. It can't be a bad idea to meet the musically-inclined in the building. They might want to come to our Cornmo party in February and pretend to be our friends.
Until tomorrow....
Saturday, December 11, 2004
Thursday, December 09, 2004
Thirteen
Date: 12.9.04
Genre: Butterflies
NOTE: This is a cover of Big Star's "Thirteen" from the album #1 Record which was released in 1972. This is one of my favorite songs ever.
Description:
Some technical notes: I did this in one hour. I rushed this because I am afraid that if I don't record it now, I never will because the butterflies will be replaced by more venom towards men.
Yes, I know, I know, you're saying "tempo issues!" The original song changes tempo, so there!
The bridge bites. I've actually never liked the bridge in the song - it doesn't go with the rest of the song - but I appreciate that as an issue, as Lollybanger had the same issue on many occasions. The bridge, however, sounded infinitely worse on piano than on guitar, so I just threw something not-as-complex but equally dumb in there on this recording.
I have not done this song justice. This is the cutest song ever written and I have butchered it in my attempt to capitalize on my temporary good mood. I am sorry, Big Star. I really love the song. Please forgive me.
I recorded this song because I currently feel very cute towards someone, which is something I haven't experienced in a very long time. I haven't felt this way in nearly ten years. It is noteworthy and deserves a song. It is hard, however, to depart from my usual hateful, spiteful, vengeful writing style. I'd love to write a song about having an innocent crush, but the last time I did that I wrote "Big Dipper" and all hell broke loose over the course of the next few years.
I would write a song if I felt at all optimistic, but I don't.
I will, however, enjoy feeling like I am "Thirteen" until everything gets ruined.
(Cute sidenote: I've been toying with the idea of recording this for a while, and the other night he said "What is your feeling on The Rolling Stones?" and I said "Overrated," and he gave me the nod of approval and then said "Except Paint It Black, of course." Sigh.)
Lyrics:
Won't you let me walk you home from school
Won't you let me meet you at the pool
Maybe Friday I can
Get tickets for the dance
And I'll take you
Won't you tell your dad "Get off my back"
Tell him what we said bout "Paint It Black"
Rock n roll is here to stay
Come inside now its okay
And I'll shake you
Won't you tell me what you're thinking of
Would you be an outlaw for my love
If its so then let me know
If its "no" well, I can go
I won't make you
Genre: Butterflies
NOTE: This is a cover of Big Star's "Thirteen" from the album #1 Record which was released in 1972. This is one of my favorite songs ever.
Description:
Some technical notes: I did this in one hour. I rushed this because I am afraid that if I don't record it now, I never will because the butterflies will be replaced by more venom towards men.
Yes, I know, I know, you're saying "tempo issues!" The original song changes tempo, so there!
The bridge bites. I've actually never liked the bridge in the song - it doesn't go with the rest of the song - but I appreciate that as an issue, as Lollybanger had the same issue on many occasions. The bridge, however, sounded infinitely worse on piano than on guitar, so I just threw something not-as-complex but equally dumb in there on this recording.
I have not done this song justice. This is the cutest song ever written and I have butchered it in my attempt to capitalize on my temporary good mood. I am sorry, Big Star. I really love the song. Please forgive me.
I recorded this song because I currently feel very cute towards someone, which is something I haven't experienced in a very long time. I haven't felt this way in nearly ten years. It is noteworthy and deserves a song. It is hard, however, to depart from my usual hateful, spiteful, vengeful writing style. I'd love to write a song about having an innocent crush, but the last time I did that I wrote "Big Dipper" and all hell broke loose over the course of the next few years.
I would write a song if I felt at all optimistic, but I don't.
I will, however, enjoy feeling like I am "Thirteen" until everything gets ruined.
(Cute sidenote: I've been toying with the idea of recording this for a while, and the other night he said "What is your feeling on The Rolling Stones?" and I said "Overrated," and he gave me the nod of approval and then said "Except Paint It Black, of course." Sigh.)
Lyrics:
Won't you let me walk you home from school
Won't you let me meet you at the pool
Maybe Friday I can
Get tickets for the dance
And I'll take you
Won't you tell your dad "Get off my back"
Tell him what we said bout "Paint It Black"
Rock n roll is here to stay
Come inside now its okay
And I'll shake you
Won't you tell me what you're thinking of
Would you be an outlaw for my love
If its so then let me know
If its "no" well, I can go
I won't make you
You Can't Take Them Back
It's Thursday. I just said to someone "Man, am I tired!" and she said "I know! And it's only Wednesday!" I nearly started to cry. Then I said "Please, please, please tell me its Thursday..." and she said "Oh, yeah, it is."
So its Thursday.
Last night, Wednesday night, I went to see Closer.
My thoughts include:
The movie flew by. It was a little over an hour and a half and when it ended I thought "Wait, isn't there another hour?"
The acting was amazing.
The actressing was not.
Jude Law is beautiful, as is Clive Owen, who was the best part of the film. Good acting is delicious.
It was provocative. We couldn't stop discussing it. We couldn't stop discussing it because we didn't understand any of the characters' motivations other than the Clive Owen character. Does that mean the movie was bad? Possibly. But it was still enjoyable, and it had Jude Law. Wearing glasses. Growl.
I still hate Natalie Portman. I just can't get over her bad dancing from years ago. I also can't get over the fact that she looks exactly the same as she did when she was in The Professional, which was an amazing movie. It disturbs me when men say "Natalie Portman is hot," because I think "Did they think that she was hot when she was 12?, because she looks exactly the same!" She looks like a child. Her head-to-body ratio doesn't help things. Every time she spoke in this movie I cringed. I didn't understand her character at all. R, who is in love with her, said she "was amazing," but when I asked him what her character's deal was in the movie, he had no idea. He must have thought it "was amazing" when she stripped.
I adore Julia Roberts, but she wasn't particularly good either. Really inconsistent aside from her first scene, in which she was overflowing with sexy tension.
The lovely thing about my viewing this movie was that I had no personal reaction to it. Had I seen this movie two years ago I'd most likely have left the film numerous times to cry like an idiot in the restroom. Time really does help things.
After the movie I went to N's birthday party at a drag bar. It was fun. The Hostess for the evening referred to our table as "The United Colors of Benetton, with their Token Black Friend." I'm not really sure how I feel about that, but I contributed money to the Save A Queen Fund anyway. I had a decent time. I was tired. And feeling a little moody. I don't know why. There was karaoke going on downstairs but everybody wanted to make trains or call their girlfriends who were acting weird.
A friend was telling me last night that the girl's he been dating for 3.5 months told him that she loved him, to which he responded "thank you." There has been all sorts of fallout - sabotage on her part, communication breakdown, etc. He doesn't see what the big deal is. He doesn't understand why she's acting weird. He doesn't understand why she's being emotional. I got really mad at him.
Once those words are out there, you can't take them back.
I'm wondering, today, if its worth it, then, to put it out there at all. Like when is it worth it? Is it ever worth it?
The consequences can be disastrous.
And if you have feelings for someone, should you tell them? What makes it worth it? What if you tell them and they can't handle it and you've ruined everything? Is it worth ruining everything just to get something off your chest? For the chance?
I'm so bad at receiving and making confessions of this nature. I suck.
How many opportunities are missed because people are wimps?
And how many situations are ruined because someone wasn't?
Sigh.
I feel bad for this girl I don't know, because I can imagine how she must feel.
I am also grieving with a friend today who lives in MA, and its killing me that I can't be there.
I want to cry for everyone else's feelings around the holidays because I am too overwhelmed to have any of my own this year.
Maybe that's why I'm moody.
I have no plans tonight and I am psyched. I am going to work on music. I'm doing a cover. I want to write a cute and happy song about butterflies while they're still alive but can't because I am pessimistic and disaster-izing already, so I'm stealing one. Which reminds me that I have to print out lyrics.
Until tomorrow.....
So its Thursday.
Last night, Wednesday night, I went to see Closer.
My thoughts include:
The movie flew by. It was a little over an hour and a half and when it ended I thought "Wait, isn't there another hour?"
The acting was amazing.
The actressing was not.
Jude Law is beautiful, as is Clive Owen, who was the best part of the film. Good acting is delicious.
It was provocative. We couldn't stop discussing it. We couldn't stop discussing it because we didn't understand any of the characters' motivations other than the Clive Owen character. Does that mean the movie was bad? Possibly. But it was still enjoyable, and it had Jude Law. Wearing glasses. Growl.
I still hate Natalie Portman. I just can't get over her bad dancing from years ago. I also can't get over the fact that she looks exactly the same as she did when she was in The Professional, which was an amazing movie. It disturbs me when men say "Natalie Portman is hot," because I think "Did they think that she was hot when she was 12?, because she looks exactly the same!" She looks like a child. Her head-to-body ratio doesn't help things. Every time she spoke in this movie I cringed. I didn't understand her character at all. R, who is in love with her, said she "was amazing," but when I asked him what her character's deal was in the movie, he had no idea. He must have thought it "was amazing" when she stripped.
I adore Julia Roberts, but she wasn't particularly good either. Really inconsistent aside from her first scene, in which she was overflowing with sexy tension.
The lovely thing about my viewing this movie was that I had no personal reaction to it. Had I seen this movie two years ago I'd most likely have left the film numerous times to cry like an idiot in the restroom. Time really does help things.
After the movie I went to N's birthday party at a drag bar. It was fun. The Hostess for the evening referred to our table as "The United Colors of Benetton, with their Token Black Friend." I'm not really sure how I feel about that, but I contributed money to the Save A Queen Fund anyway. I had a decent time. I was tired. And feeling a little moody. I don't know why. There was karaoke going on downstairs but everybody wanted to make trains or call their girlfriends who were acting weird.
A friend was telling me last night that the girl's he been dating for 3.5 months told him that she loved him, to which he responded "thank you." There has been all sorts of fallout - sabotage on her part, communication breakdown, etc. He doesn't see what the big deal is. He doesn't understand why she's acting weird. He doesn't understand why she's being emotional. I got really mad at him.
Once those words are out there, you can't take them back.
I'm wondering, today, if its worth it, then, to put it out there at all. Like when is it worth it? Is it ever worth it?
The consequences can be disastrous.
And if you have feelings for someone, should you tell them? What makes it worth it? What if you tell them and they can't handle it and you've ruined everything? Is it worth ruining everything just to get something off your chest? For the chance?
I'm so bad at receiving and making confessions of this nature. I suck.
How many opportunities are missed because people are wimps?
And how many situations are ruined because someone wasn't?
Sigh.
I feel bad for this girl I don't know, because I can imagine how she must feel.
I am also grieving with a friend today who lives in MA, and its killing me that I can't be there.
I want to cry for everyone else's feelings around the holidays because I am too overwhelmed to have any of my own this year.
Maybe that's why I'm moody.
I have no plans tonight and I am psyched. I am going to work on music. I'm doing a cover. I want to write a cute and happy song about butterflies while they're still alive but can't because I am pessimistic and disaster-izing already, so I'm stealing one. Which reminds me that I have to print out lyrics.
Until tomorrow.....
Wednesday, December 08, 2004
Hair Cut!
I have made an appointment to get my hair cut.
It will be very expensive but will be downstairs at the salon featured on some show called What Not To Wear that I've never seen.
You can get haircuts with the stylists-in-training for 1/5 the price of the master stylist.
Master stylist!
I went in, made my appointment, and the woman at the desk said "Your appointment will be with C. She's here if you'd like to meet her."
"Cool."
C appeared and said "OK, why don't you sit down for your consulation!"
Consultation?
I was like "Wait, I didn't want a consultation..."
"You said you wanted to meet with me."
"Yes... but... well... you see... do I have to pay for this?"
Nope. You don't. You have a consultation a couple weeks before so the stylist can be thinking about your hair in the meantime.
Now I don't feel so bad about paying an exorbitant amount of money for a haircut, because it included a consultation!
I love the lighting in hair salons - it makes your hair look all shiny and perfect and appealing. C just ran her hands through my hair for two seconds and made it look the best its looked ever. How do they do that?
I said "You see, I'd like for the new haircut to make my hair always look like this even though there's no way I'll ever be able to make it look like this again."
She promised to "show me" how to do it.
Then I walked outside and the wind blew and my hair looks awful. But it looked really good and extremely shiny for two minutes.
It will be very expensive but will be downstairs at the salon featured on some show called What Not To Wear that I've never seen.
You can get haircuts with the stylists-in-training for 1/5 the price of the master stylist.
Master stylist!
I went in, made my appointment, and the woman at the desk said "Your appointment will be with C. She's here if you'd like to meet her."
"Cool."
C appeared and said "OK, why don't you sit down for your consulation!"
Consultation?
I was like "Wait, I didn't want a consultation..."
"You said you wanted to meet with me."
"Yes... but... well... you see... do I have to pay for this?"
Nope. You don't. You have a consultation a couple weeks before so the stylist can be thinking about your hair in the meantime.
Now I don't feel so bad about paying an exorbitant amount of money for a haircut, because it included a consultation!
I love the lighting in hair salons - it makes your hair look all shiny and perfect and appealing. C just ran her hands through my hair for two seconds and made it look the best its looked ever. How do they do that?
I said "You see, I'd like for the new haircut to make my hair always look like this even though there's no way I'll ever be able to make it look like this again."
She promised to "show me" how to do it.
Then I walked outside and the wind blew and my hair looks awful. But it looked really good and extremely shiny for two minutes.
Flannel
I don't have much to say today.
So here are some things I'm thinking about.
The flannel sheets are ON. Very exciting. Unfortunately the change machine in my building is broken, so I couldn't wash the sheets that were on my bed previously so my guests this weekend will have to bring their own sheets. I suck.
I talked to my mother last night, and we talked about Christmas, and she told me not to stress about gifts. She said "We're all grownups - we don't need gifts," but it would be weird to celebrate Christmas without there being any gifts. The thing is that I am the person in the family who's always prepared - I always bring gifts, I'm always on time, I'm always on top of things. This year isn't like that. I have no idea what's going on. And what if nobody else does? There would not be any presents!!! I asked my mother what she wanted, and she wants some crazy insane hardcore knife. It is weird that I will be giving my sweet mother a knife for Christmas. She also wants a new Cuisinart. I wasn't entirely sure what a Cuisinart was but was too ashamed to ask her. No sense in disappointing her even more - I have no babies, no husband, and I don't know what a Cuisinart is. I checked the Cuisinart website this morning, and apparently Cuisinart is a company! I said to Bench Buddy, "If someone said they wanted 'a Cuisinart,' they mean they want a food processor, right?" and Bench Buddy said "Yes, indeed, they do." I said "Dude! Cuisinarts are $100!" thinking that was way too much for a food processor, to which Bench Buddy responded "That's cheap!" Hmmm.
Last night was phone call night. I made 2 of the 20 phone calls that are in the queue. While I was making the second phone call, my friend O from CA called. I didn't answer it. I figured he'd just go in the queue with everyone else. I haven't talked to him in months. In the message he said there is exciting news that doesn't impact my life in any way and that he misses me. I'll probably never find out what the news is. I owe phone calls to people in CO and CA, not to mention people in upsate NY and people in NYC I've been meaning to call who I haven't seen in months. Then there's my brother in St. Loo, and tons of people in MA I haven't talked to since I moved. I am trying not to let it stress me out, but I hate being one of those people who doesn't return phone calls. Again, I suck.
As do men. Roommate had a minor meltdown last night. It wasn't pretty. She brought wine home for the both of us, but I had to turn it down by saying "Dude, I can't function right now, so I really can't drink... again..." but she got a wine glass out anyway and said she'd appreciate it if I put water in it just so she didn't feel like she was drinking alone. I listened, and offered up advice that she actually listened to and followed and said this morning that she felt better. I have so much advice for people who aren't me.
Prescription safety glasses have arrived! Mine are awesome. They look very cute and dorky. Bench Buddy started singing "Wee-oooh I look just like Buddy Holly..." when I put them on. The sideguards are infuriating. I don't see how they can expect us to wear them all day and not go completely insane.
Blog Boy posted on his blog last night that he's questioning his blogging practices. "A friend of mine had an existential freak-out when she read about herself in my blog. I didn't write anything (too) bad about her. But people aren't supposed to question their identities in the world after reading my blog (unless, of course, you're a Republican). They're supposed to say 'Hmmm ... interesting' or, if I've succeeded, have a good laugh. Since the incident, I've been thinking a lot about what is and isn't appropriate to write in my blog." The thing with this dude is that some of the stuff on his blog is true and some is not. I'll probably never talk to him again, but I want him to continue with his blog because the blog is good! This newest post was about his not being sure if he should have the blog anymore, since this is, like, the third time in the blog's existence that someone has been offended by something said about them in his blog. I am assuming that the post was part of the writing that isn't true, but now I am starting to feel bad if he does, indeed, stop writing. That would suck. But he's probably just writing fiction, so whatever.
I am not going to class tonight because I liked the book too much and don't want my feelings about it to be destroyed by overanalysis. I'd much rather go to the movies and then to a birthday party.
The Real World isn't new for three weeks and there is no explanation!!! Wtf!??!?!
I really need a haircut and have no idea when or where I will get one.
OK. Now lunch.
Until next time...
So here are some things I'm thinking about.
The flannel sheets are ON. Very exciting. Unfortunately the change machine in my building is broken, so I couldn't wash the sheets that were on my bed previously so my guests this weekend will have to bring their own sheets. I suck.
I talked to my mother last night, and we talked about Christmas, and she told me not to stress about gifts. She said "We're all grownups - we don't need gifts," but it would be weird to celebrate Christmas without there being any gifts. The thing is that I am the person in the family who's always prepared - I always bring gifts, I'm always on time, I'm always on top of things. This year isn't like that. I have no idea what's going on. And what if nobody else does? There would not be any presents!!! I asked my mother what she wanted, and she wants some crazy insane hardcore knife. It is weird that I will be giving my sweet mother a knife for Christmas. She also wants a new Cuisinart. I wasn't entirely sure what a Cuisinart was but was too ashamed to ask her. No sense in disappointing her even more - I have no babies, no husband, and I don't know what a Cuisinart is. I checked the Cuisinart website this morning, and apparently Cuisinart is a company! I said to Bench Buddy, "If someone said they wanted 'a Cuisinart,' they mean they want a food processor, right?" and Bench Buddy said "Yes, indeed, they do." I said "Dude! Cuisinarts are $100!" thinking that was way too much for a food processor, to which Bench Buddy responded "That's cheap!" Hmmm.
Last night was phone call night. I made 2 of the 20 phone calls that are in the queue. While I was making the second phone call, my friend O from CA called. I didn't answer it. I figured he'd just go in the queue with everyone else. I haven't talked to him in months. In the message he said there is exciting news that doesn't impact my life in any way and that he misses me. I'll probably never find out what the news is. I owe phone calls to people in CO and CA, not to mention people in upsate NY and people in NYC I've been meaning to call who I haven't seen in months. Then there's my brother in St. Loo, and tons of people in MA I haven't talked to since I moved. I am trying not to let it stress me out, but I hate being one of those people who doesn't return phone calls. Again, I suck.
As do men. Roommate had a minor meltdown last night. It wasn't pretty. She brought wine home for the both of us, but I had to turn it down by saying "Dude, I can't function right now, so I really can't drink... again..." but she got a wine glass out anyway and said she'd appreciate it if I put water in it just so she didn't feel like she was drinking alone. I listened, and offered up advice that she actually listened to and followed and said this morning that she felt better. I have so much advice for people who aren't me.
Prescription safety glasses have arrived! Mine are awesome. They look very cute and dorky. Bench Buddy started singing "Wee-oooh I look just like Buddy Holly..." when I put them on. The sideguards are infuriating. I don't see how they can expect us to wear them all day and not go completely insane.
Blog Boy posted on his blog last night that he's questioning his blogging practices. "A friend of mine had an existential freak-out when she read about herself in my blog. I didn't write anything (too) bad about her. But people aren't supposed to question their identities in the world after reading my blog (unless, of course, you're a Republican). They're supposed to say 'Hmmm ... interesting' or, if I've succeeded, have a good laugh. Since the incident, I've been thinking a lot about what is and isn't appropriate to write in my blog." The thing with this dude is that some of the stuff on his blog is true and some is not. I'll probably never talk to him again, but I want him to continue with his blog because the blog is good! This newest post was about his not being sure if he should have the blog anymore, since this is, like, the third time in the blog's existence that someone has been offended by something said about them in his blog. I am assuming that the post was part of the writing that isn't true, but now I am starting to feel bad if he does, indeed, stop writing. That would suck. But he's probably just writing fiction, so whatever.
I am not going to class tonight because I liked the book too much and don't want my feelings about it to be destroyed by overanalysis. I'd much rather go to the movies and then to a birthday party.
The Real World isn't new for three weeks and there is no explanation!!! Wtf!??!?!
I really need a haircut and have no idea when or where I will get one.
OK. Now lunch.
Until next time...
Tuesday, December 07, 2004
Kinsey
I went to see Kinsey last night.
The part of me that dug working in the sex lab in college has been obsessing about seeing this movie since I heard about it. Scientists! Sex! Yeah!
It was, however, awful. Please do not see it.
Very one-dimensional, cheesy, and not at all flattering to scientists. Oh well. I apparently missed the only funny part of the movie when I was in the bathroom.
And then I only slept for about two hours last night.
This was due to the perfect combination of caffeine, wine, and butterflies.
The part of me that dug working in the sex lab in college has been obsessing about seeing this movie since I heard about it. Scientists! Sex! Yeah!
It was, however, awful. Please do not see it.
Very one-dimensional, cheesy, and not at all flattering to scientists. Oh well. I apparently missed the only funny part of the movie when I was in the bathroom.
And then I only slept for about two hours last night.
This was due to the perfect combination of caffeine, wine, and butterflies.
Monday, December 06, 2004
The Weekend And Then Some In List Form
1. I didn't get as much sleep as I'd have liked to on Friday night.
2. Getting up at 6:30am on a Saturday, which is earlier than I get up during the week, is just plain wrong.
3. The man seated next to me on the bus on my way up to Boston thought Jersey Girl was the funniest thing he'd ever seen.
4. Boston seems small.
5. And white.
6. And the dogs don't seem as well-groomed.
7. And more people wear sweatshirts in Boston than in NY.
8. Anna's Burritos are still heaven. I haven't been eating well/right but my bean and rice burrito with cheese/guac/sour cream/and minor hot sauce reset everything. Yum!
9. Man do I miss my former roommates. They are a blast. We were punchy from the moment I walked into my former home. One doesn't get to be as punchy in a new life where one doesn't know people well enough to be punchy.
10. It is nice when other people help you with your unmanageable hair.
11. I had really good eye-shadow for the party. And fabulous purple pants. Purple pants. I wish I could wear them every day.
12. I miss having close girlfriends.
13. I miss having my sister nearby.
14. I miss having close friends at all, really. It's weird when you live in a place where nobody knows you well.
15. I miss everyone, dammit.
16. I don't have enough time for anything. I want people to visit but there is not time. I want to visit people but there is not time. I want to talk to each person I know in Boston, for at least three hours per person, but there is not time.
17. Carols on a Keyboard are just as good as Carols on a Piano.
18. During the party, M said "H has something to tell you!" She was all frantic and smiley so I knew it would be good. (And please note, I was drunk-ish when this transpired so this may not be the most accurate account!)
H said, handing me $20, "I owe you money."
I said "For what?"
She said "For the Smashing Pumpkins concert in 1996 that you, me, and M went to at UMass."
"What?"
"My father owes you money."
"For what?"
"The Smashing Pumpkins."
"We went to see the Smashing Pumpkins?"
"Yes, so I owe you $30."
"Why?"
"Because my dad got you the tickets and you guys wrote him a check but he wanted it to be part of my birthday present, so he owes you money."
"Sweet!"
M said "I'm giving mine to charity."
"Wait - what?"
"My father owes you money. He told me at Thanksgiving to give you and M $30 each, but I only have two $20's and some ones."
"Sweet!"
Now. I don't understand why
a. H's father just didn't cash the checks back in 1996 or
b. why he remembered or
c. why he just didn't let it go, but
I was PSYCHED. And I wasn't going to donate it to charity, because H's father wanted me to have the money! So I used it to finance the party. Woo hoo!!!
H said "Look, all I have is $27 so I owe you $3 next time I see you."
"No you don't!" M and I said, but I have a sneaking suspicion that she'll give me $3 from her father next time I see her. Bizarre but....
Awshummmmm......
19. Sleeping in a sleeping bag with a hot water bottle is heaven. Heaven. Best sleep I've had in ages, despite being on a pull-out couch, because I was the warmest I've been in ages. Hmmmmm.
20. The bus driver on the bus ride home said things like "Don't ask me what time it is throughout the ride - if you do not own a watch, it is clear that you don't care about time, so don't bother me" and "The bus is temperature controlled - if you get warm, take off your coat - if you get cold, put on your coat - don't tell me about it" and "If you fall asleep, please make sure your valuable belongings are put somewhere secret - depending on what country you're in, different things are of value - such as your spouse, children, or significant other - so if you fall asleep, make sure they are hidden - someone might take them" and "The scheduled arrival time is 6:30 - it could be 6:50 or 7:30 or 9:00 - I do not know - so don't ask me - whenever we get there is when we get there and it will have nothing to do with me."
21. Desperate Housewives was not on. Sadness and weeping.
22. Roommate's cat is really sick and I am surprisingly distraught.
23. This morning in the subway a man was singing "I'm dreaming of a black Christmas."
24. It is Monday.
25. That is all.
2. Getting up at 6:30am on a Saturday, which is earlier than I get up during the week, is just plain wrong.
3. The man seated next to me on the bus on my way up to Boston thought Jersey Girl was the funniest thing he'd ever seen.
4. Boston seems small.
5. And white.
6. And the dogs don't seem as well-groomed.
7. And more people wear sweatshirts in Boston than in NY.
8. Anna's Burritos are still heaven. I haven't been eating well/right but my bean and rice burrito with cheese/guac/sour cream/and minor hot sauce reset everything. Yum!
9. Man do I miss my former roommates. They are a blast. We were punchy from the moment I walked into my former home. One doesn't get to be as punchy in a new life where one doesn't know people well enough to be punchy.
10. It is nice when other people help you with your unmanageable hair.
11. I had really good eye-shadow for the party. And fabulous purple pants. Purple pants. I wish I could wear them every day.
12. I miss having close girlfriends.
13. I miss having my sister nearby.
14. I miss having close friends at all, really. It's weird when you live in a place where nobody knows you well.
15. I miss everyone, dammit.
16. I don't have enough time for anything. I want people to visit but there is not time. I want to visit people but there is not time. I want to talk to each person I know in Boston, for at least three hours per person, but there is not time.
17. Carols on a Keyboard are just as good as Carols on a Piano.
18. During the party, M said "H has something to tell you!" She was all frantic and smiley so I knew it would be good. (And please note, I was drunk-ish when this transpired so this may not be the most accurate account!)
H said, handing me $20, "I owe you money."
I said "For what?"
She said "For the Smashing Pumpkins concert in 1996 that you, me, and M went to at UMass."
"What?"
"My father owes you money."
"For what?"
"The Smashing Pumpkins."
"We went to see the Smashing Pumpkins?"
"Yes, so I owe you $30."
"Why?"
"Because my dad got you the tickets and you guys wrote him a check but he wanted it to be part of my birthday present, so he owes you money."
"Sweet!"
M said "I'm giving mine to charity."
"Wait - what?"
"My father owes you money. He told me at Thanksgiving to give you and M $30 each, but I only have two $20's and some ones."
"Sweet!"
Now. I don't understand why
a. H's father just didn't cash the checks back in 1996 or
b. why he remembered or
c. why he just didn't let it go, but
I was PSYCHED. And I wasn't going to donate it to charity, because H's father wanted me to have the money! So I used it to finance the party. Woo hoo!!!
H said "Look, all I have is $27 so I owe you $3 next time I see you."
"No you don't!" M and I said, but I have a sneaking suspicion that she'll give me $3 from her father next time I see her. Bizarre but....
Awshummmmm......
19. Sleeping in a sleeping bag with a hot water bottle is heaven. Heaven. Best sleep I've had in ages, despite being on a pull-out couch, because I was the warmest I've been in ages. Hmmmmm.
20. The bus driver on the bus ride home said things like "Don't ask me what time it is throughout the ride - if you do not own a watch, it is clear that you don't care about time, so don't bother me" and "The bus is temperature controlled - if you get warm, take off your coat - if you get cold, put on your coat - don't tell me about it" and "If you fall asleep, please make sure your valuable belongings are put somewhere secret - depending on what country you're in, different things are of value - such as your spouse, children, or significant other - so if you fall asleep, make sure they are hidden - someone might take them" and "The scheduled arrival time is 6:30 - it could be 6:50 or 7:30 or 9:00 - I do not know - so don't ask me - whenever we get there is when we get there and it will have nothing to do with me."
21. Desperate Housewives was not on. Sadness and weeping.
22. Roommate's cat is really sick and I am surprisingly distraught.
23. This morning in the subway a man was singing "I'm dreaming of a black Christmas."
24. It is Monday.
25. That is all.
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