This is me as Elvis on Halloween at Gray's. I just thought I'd share.

jack's coffee

Sitting in Jack's Coffee, an coffee place the size of my walk-in closet. Amazing coffee and biscotti. Trying to write this paper that needs to get done tonight but um. Yeah.

Anyway. This is the first time I've brought out the massive laptop. It's so effing heavy, but it's nice to to sit somewhere other than the room and do work. Can't work in the room, I get much too distracted.

Ahh! They just put on my favorite Jack Johnson song, "Wasting Time"!! I officially love this place.

And I'm going to declare it publically: I'm officially on the hunt for someone I can call my own. In a non-possessive way. Because being possessive about people is annoying. Right, you get my point. I need un homme.

There are biscotti crumbs in my coffee mug.

ew diet snapple

They didn't have regular peach iced tea so i took the diet one. never again.

I realize i'm a solitary person; but what I want is someone to be solitary with, if that makes any sense. no? that's okay.

"I think he's just a sensitive metrosexual." The mystery of my french teach's sexual preference remains totally unsolved, and for once I am baffled. We will know soon though...very soon.

I'm trying to capitalize...I don't know what it is about blogs and aim that makes me type in all lower-case all the time. It's time to change that.

Days like these (rainy ones, for those reading this outside of the tristate area--although I can't possibly imagine who that would be) can be tolerable in moderation. It's refreshing..but if this goes on for much longer I'll become crazeeeee. Never mind, I hate the rain. And I don't like my pants getting all wet at the bottom, but I do not want to invest in 1.) galoshes, because everyone and their mother owns a pair. They used to be practical but now, augh. NYU posers can do miracles when it comes to turning practical things into shallow fads. and 2.) UGGs. Thank god they're not fashionable anymore, I won't see them next winter. So sick of them.
So, I'll take wet pants over conformist foot apparel. Hm.


Jack Johnson is great but all of his songs are um...the same? I still love him though.

drowning in assholes

igby goes down is a great flick. claire danes is a hottie in it, unlike her sickly Beth in little women.

but really, i'm drowning in assholes. i'm kind of sick of nyu.
someone on the 8th floor has a dog, his name is gayo/guyo--the dog not the owner--and is from guatemala and is really fucking cute. i miss having dogs. we're thinking about getting a cat for the floor, they're quiet and easy to take care of.

had a surprisingly good night last night, uptown with some nyu kids, some columbia kids. it was refreshing, because i'm sick of this scene. some people here are such tools. so what if i'm being a bitch about it, deal. it's annoying that people here cannot for the life of them handle bitchiness or sarcasm. am excited to start over next semester.

oh but what was funny last night was to see a certain someone bolt at the sight of me.
that bar made some potent cosmos and brilliant sex on the beaches. brilliant.

did no work today but it doesn't really bother me anymore. i spend too much money, i don't know where it goes and i call my parents weekly at this point telling them to send me more. i went to a easter service today hungover, but again, that doesn't really bother me. what bothers me is that i'm kind of broke, and i never got my tiny paycheck for that pointless part-time job. so, what the fuck.



sometimes i'm convinced i'm bipolar, but now i realize that i'm a better person when i'm not sober. so maybe this means i would have been a better person if my parents had starting giving me wine at an earlier age.
it's really quiet, not even 1 am yet. elena is passed out, covers over her head maybe to block out the light from my lamp. oh well.

ooh i just remembered i have a tiny bottle of smirnoff twisted in the fridge. from chinatown. hoorah!

untapped resources

I guess the weird thing is it took me most of the year to realize that this campus has millions of tiny practice rooms with nice functioning upright yamahas in them. But now that I know, I am officially moving to the Steinhardt building, okay? Chill.

Joe Shanghai last night, whee! And then at some point in the night, I think around 1 am we ordered two pizzas and sat and watched Curb. Andrew left, called to tell me it was freezing out so I brought him back in and he crashed in the room. I wake up and find Birks under my bed...not mine...probably Jeff's or something.

ALTHOUGH!!!! It is tres exciting because I feel like I could wear Birks or flips out today it's gawgeous.

Been on an Ella-streak for the past night and day. I haven't listened to her in a while, but it's always amazing to listen to her. One of very very few whose voice really truly is a finely tuned instrument. Marveloussss.

Um and I'm either officially retarded or still out of it from last night because when I went to brush my teeth a little while ago, I put in my retainers. Did I think I was going to bed? What the fuck? And the best part is, I didn't notice I had them in until just nowwwwww.

Wow.

soviet physics

Finished off a bottle of wine throughout the course of the night. Mmm.

Bobst is a crazy place, with crazy people, and crazy books.

OFF TO DEAN&DELUCA FOR COFFEE BAGELS AND WORK! WOOOT!

lemon zest your life

I must say:

I really appreciate my 8 am class. When I actually make it to lecture.
The professor is great. Especially when he starts off the class by blasting "Can't We Be Friends", because that means my day is starting with Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong.





But it's still an 8 am class. Cannot fucking wait for this week to be over in a few hours. Weekend, WHAAAAAT!

east of the sun, west of the moon

...we'd build a dream house of love, dear.

This morning was quite the spectacle. I got into bed around 5 am after finishing the paper. Two hours and fifteen minutes later, my alarm went off, and I apparently got up and turned it off and went straight back to bed because when I actually woke up it was 8 am, lecture had already started. I don't know how my body got out of bed and did all of that without me actually waking up, weird. So I reset the alarm for 8:45, planning to get to lecture at the end and just hand in the paper. Did the mysterious unconscious turning off of the alarm again. Woke up at 9:10, five minutes to go before lecture is over.

"FUCK!!!!"

Got dressed in half a second, grabbed my bag, ran through the park in the rain, got to the lecture and everyone was leaving. Went in and saw that people were with my TA, and she was talking to someone. Put the paper down in front of her, turned around, and left. No explanations. Obviously having just walked in from the rain, not having attended lecture. It was great.

Came back, passed out, woke up at noon when Isabel called. Listened to funny pledge stories over cappucino and lunch at Le Pain Quotidien. I'm probably going to see her again later tonight. But right now I need to do some more work UGH WRITING THE ESSAY HOW I LOATHE THEE.



Elena brought back sharp cheddar and brie! Hoorah!

a second chance for brian greene

I was such a wreck today. Got 3 hours of sleep, woke up at 7 am, trudged through the entire day in an irritable mood, probably dampening others' moods as well but for once I didn't feel like catering to everyone else with a smile. After politics, I broke down in the park on the phone with my parents. Realize how lucky I am to have them, I love them to infinity and beyond.
But the day was filled with coffee and cigarettes and walking around with my iPod in the semi-warm weather. And the coffee aint doin shiet.
And now I'm procrastinating once more on this paper. I could have had it finished hours ago but I decided to talk on the phone and bum around. I don't know where the time went. I remember it being 9...and now? Attempted to socialize a bit more with people on the floor to make up for being such a grouch today.
I'm more guarded now.......oh who am I kidding I've always had my guard up. It explains many things. I've been so unhappy lately and that makes me even unhappier.

And...there was a disturbing phone call/message, but I don't need to elaborate on that.

Okay here goes paper-writing attempt #4625.

country gentlemen

Oooooh I was in one hell of a funk early last night; the kind of funk where I had half the mind to wander out in my sweats and beaded slippers and just sit in the park or walk around aimlessly for hours. I did, but only for about 10 minutes. I'm starting over again next year with NYU people, because frankly, I felt so friendless last night and that makes me sad. Maybe NYU just isn't my scene. Whatever.

Anyway, I cheered up a bit when the roomie whipped out a "Princess Plays" that she got for me. Basically, a little book with the script from scenes in Disney's Cinderella, Aladdin, and Snow White. We're going to act them out sometime. I have to admit it was nice to have her in the room to distract myself from...myself I suppose.

Read an article in the paper that talked about the Y chromosome in men withering away and becoming nothing, which explains their "predictability," whereas the X chrom in women is what makes the men call women inscrutable. "Women's chromosomes have more complexity, which men view as unpredictability." So basically, women have 46 fully functioning chromosomes, and men have 45 chromosomes and the 46th is basically just for the sperm. I'm sorry but...hah! It was an amusing article.



Apparently this year's graduation speaker for Spence is Sarah Jessica Parker. Oh, Spence.

how many coffees will it take?

I got three hours of sleep.

I got into bed at 2:45, had a thought marathon in my head for two hours, realized how ridiculous I was being, and popped in The Sound of Music again. Eventually drifted off sort of at around 5:30 maybe, but got up at 6:30 to turn the dvd off because it kept me semi-awake. Woke up again at 8:45. Haven't slept since. What is wrong with me?? I always mess up my sleep schedule over breaks. Ugh.

Going to Dean & Deluca for some coffee, try to do some work but it's probably so crowded in there as usual on a Sunday afternoon. Oh well.


PS VOICE LESSON CANCELLED THIS WEEK HOORAH! Half of hour of my life wasted there every week. Well, including the effing commute to Wall St, it's more. Now that I think about it, the roundtrip is probably longer than the lesson itself. Good god.

say no to papaya dog

Remember that little hot dog stand that appeared overnight on the corner of cornelia and 6th ave the other day, PAPAYA DOG? Well, after a thorough research experiment conducted by my friend Danielle and myself on a very eventless and dull night at NYU, we have concluded that Papaya Dog sucks. Don't go there, unless it's an emergency where you can't walk the extra two blocks to Gray's. The service sucks, they have NO PINEAPPLE JUICE, and the hot dogs aren't as good. Gray's, as a result of the new competition, lowered their prices to 50 cents per hot dog and only $1.95 for the recession special!!!! And everything is just better at Gray's.

Okay. So I just wrote a lengthy paragraph comparing two hot dog places. Yay for my life. Oh oh but it turns out (here's what really shows we had nothing to do tonight) that Gray's is a fraud as well. The original New York hot dog is actually Papaya King. So there you go. A little hot dog history lesson.

Right.


So...after I got back, I found myself to be utterly utterly bored out of my mind. I even popped in The Sound of Music to keep me amused. Great movie I love love it but it was like 9 pm on a Saturday night. Ran into Billy on the way to get some bubble tea. Ended up sitting in his room for what felt like an eternity, talking about I don't even remember what. Jazz, Medieval Times? OH!!! Found out that if you google 'deb oh' on images, you get mike d's section on his website for the little photoshoot that we had! It was definitely weird when Billy was like "...is this you?" Lo and behold. Debo on google. MUHAHAHAHA.
Saw Raj and Ilan as well, but don't really know if anyone else is back...it seems like everyone had similar spring breaks, kind of all blaaah unproductive ones. It also sucks that colleges have such different breaks. I was lucky to have at least some awesome spencies around though, yay.

Um...have to make a quick emergency phone call (not really that serious but kind of) so...that's all for now!

PS I FEEL LIKE SHIT FROM ALL OF THOSE PAPAYA DRINKS AND HOT DOGS AND CIGARETTES NOT THE ULTRA LIGHT KIND FUCK

merde!

This part time job that I took on was such a bad idea. It really is the perfect perfect job, except for the fact that I can't do it. It pays well, I can do it on my own time on my own laptop, and yet, alas. The korean language mocks me.

So for those who are completely lost right now, here's a quick rewind: I'm supposed to act as a correspondant with Korean sports editors...meaning I have to translate a few business letters, find editors through the internet, and keep up a correspondance. Sounds easy enough, no? It's fine except for the fact that I can't translate. I tried, and I realized that I could translate the documents into french more easily than I could into korean. And I've only taken french for 1.5 semesters.

So....basically....MERDE!!! (speaking of which, my french teacher is on thefacebook. random much?)

In other news............walked out during the intermission of my brother's high school's production of "You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown." It was that bad. And going to the high school made me feel oddly...old. Anyway, picked up some delish creme brulee ice cream and the latest InTouch on the way back. For those who care, Denise Richards filed for divorce.

I WILL START MY WORK TOMORROW! I WILL! REALLY!

happy leprechaun day

This spring break has defined for me, what it is like to be a waste of life. It is 2:20 pm. I got up an hour ago.

But at least last night was enjoyable. I spent most of the day walking aimlessly about the city with a cup of coffee (Oren's of course), constantly on the phone with different people, lamenting my awkward life (it's the stuff of movies, I swear). Looked around for a decently priced I Heart Huckabees dvd (Tower was selling the 2-disc set for $40....yeah NO) finally found it at Kim's. Gotta love Kim's.
There's a Papaya Dog a block away from Hayden now, it magically opened I don't know when, but I had a mini identity crisis when I saw it. It's not a part of Gray's Papaya, but other than the name, every detail about it is exactly the same. It seemed to scandalous to me, but Jeff somehow knew (through the phone, mind you) right off the bat that it was a competitor. He's a Stern kid, go figure. (I jest.)
Anyway, Naima came over...and then Mike, Justine, Vanessa, all in like 3 minutes intervals so I was running down to the lobby like a madwoman. We had a fab dinner at Cornelia Street Cafe (good memories!) and were trying to laugh without being too loud, since the place is an intimate, candlelit sort of place. So basically every 5 minutes we'd erupt in silent laughter, everyone just gasping for air. I love Spence gossip.
Came back to the room, leaving Vanessa the fallen soldier in a cab back home. Had a crazy dance party, with me breaking out the baby blue sweatshirt from 7th grade, GANGSTA. With Justine and her bad self, knowing every single word to Get Low. And that's like a 6 min song. Crazy biotch.
Also, the guy/s in the apartment across the street were looking into our room FINALLY because he always ignores us. Now I know how to get his attention, I just need to put on my thug outfit and shimmy to BEP.
After Naima left, Mike, Justine and I kind of sat around listening to stories of Justine's crazy life, I love that girl. Went to Yaffa, mimosas all around, and goddamn Mike's breakfast platter looked good and was so cheap. J-Wel and I got crepes, which were also awesome as usual. They walked me back to the east side of the park and got a cab, and I harrassed Stan by calling him and making him talk to me as I walked by the park haha I am such a girl. But Stan graciously stayed on the line because he's a good bud.


Watched I Heart Huckabees and passed out. FUCK I need to figure out summer plans and get my act together, fuck fuck fuckf cufkcufkcufukcufkucuk.

Ambulance LTD is good stuff.

sugar magnolia

I have too much free time on my hands, and it's making me giddy. Okay for example, I didn't know that The Spence Voice was still being delivered to my house, so it was weird to come home to a stack of them. But also fun skimming through them. They're really intense about the Voice this year. [ Why am I still such a Spence girl?? ]

And the free time also results in daily posts on this blogger thing. And me boogeying (does anyone use that word these days?) to Charlie Parker and walking around this shithole town (Fort Lee, New Jersey) aimlessly, stumbling into stores and looking at tea sets (I am definitely equipping the kitchen next year with a little English tea set. Maybe Japanese.) while hanging up on Stan numerous times because of "multitasking" issues. Is there a thing as too much sleep? Because I think I might have crossed that line.

Also, I have stumbled upon Jason Mraz's journal on his website (don't make any comments) and he's actually an amusing blogger I must say.

Sometimes, I look into my little red journal (in which I have material for new songs, and just...crazy musings. Yes, I've changed from writing songs in the yellow legal pad--Mike let me steal this amazing red journal from him and I love it.) and realize that sometimes I am such a little queen of melodrama. Moody introspective writings everywhere, and when I look back on them when I'm high (let's say on 'life' for safe measures) and sitting in a sunlight filled room dancing to BIrd's out-of-this-universe scales and jumps, I have to laugh at myself a little bit. But then I feel bad about it because my moody introspective scribbles are all genuine and real aren't they? I can't laugh at what's real, although I see it as laughing at a slightly cliched version of myself...because let's face it, I really can be so cliched sometimes. Oh, whatever. Who knows.

Music dictates my mood, and I really truly mean that.

I don't think many people understand the underlying meaning of the cliches in my songs. Some parts of pieces are just dripping, DRIPPING, with sarcasm and irony but not many people get that. "Morning After" is not a very happy piece, and yet I performed it at the dance concert as something that was meant to be sentimental or something. Because I guess that's how McGowan interpreted it. Whatever I don't know where exactly I'm going with this. With anything.

"Gravity" is coming along, but in the meantime have been working on another piece, kind of an interim piece I suppose--basically, something that came to me when I was playing around on the piano this morning. So...am off to finish off a verse or two and...maybe workout (pfffft).

My iPod is SO OLD. It still works, but is going senile, slowly. How sad.

a diet of rice crackers

So maybe this routine will get old in a few days, but for now, I am enjoying every single waking moment of being a complete bum. Look up the word 'bum' in the dictionary and you will find an enormous picture of me lounging near the piano in my pj pants, cashmere slippers (haha), reading "The Nanny Diaries" (please don't jest, I need to read something somewhat mind numbing. It's a guilty pleasure).
It makes me realize that I'm naturally kind of an antisocial person. I'm not one who needs to be with someone all the time (and I mean this both friendship and relationship-wise; take note how long I've been single for. Most girls would be in full panic mode after this many years, and sure I'm a little antsy but I'm not necessarily panicking. Yet. Wow, I can really get side-tracked in a single parenthetical thought).

Naima has gotten me hooked on Damien Rice. Not just for the 'The Blower's Daughter', but his other stuff.

Hm. Am so out of shape. Need Stan to become the crazy workout coach again.

I don't know what to do, you got too many lovers am I not enough for you?
You were never in it for love
Could it be, could it be you only need me when you want me

Matt White Band friended me on MySpace (actually now that I think about it, the only friends I have on MySpace are people who friended me and not vice versa...including spence middle schoolers. hah.) and their song "Too Many Lovers" has been stuck in my head for god knows how long. It's cute, and he sounds just like John Mayer. So you know, it's that kind of cute.

I want to label some people in my life as 'extra' (a term purely credited to Stan at this point) but am afraid that that will leave me, in the end...friendless?

I haven't had coffee in a few days and am craving it now.

I'm missing you like candy

never really listened to mandy moore, but am now and it's funny. really funny. but I must say her voice developed nicely, because she does sound 16 here. ew ew ew ew why am I listening to mandy moore maintenant (what is 'now' in spanish? ahora? shit!)

yesterday was really random. woke up to go to brunch at j-hole with eliza and justine, which was fun. dropped by spence with justine and fell in love with the faculty all over again. they really are amazing. anyway, I then came back downtown for no reason, apparently. so I had absofuckinglutely nothing to do the rest of the night and was in a wretched mood. ended up ordering in chinese and watching my fair lady. elena came back and we both went to sleep early. whatever. it was one of those nights. I realize I got around 13 hours of sleep, and the post-chinese food binge effect + remnants of shitty mood and thought of potentially shitty spring break = you do the math.

I'm going to go home. I don't know if I should drag this laptop along with me. Fuck. It's so heavy. At least the weather is nice(r) out, but spring needs to be here right now.

I'm in one of those 'FUCK YOU, WORLD' moods. And I'm not apologizing for it.

done done done!

Well, this morning was definitely interesting. The doorknob on the door in my Writing the Essay class fell off from the inside...we discovered this when some kids came late and couldn't open the door. Someone tried to open it from our side and....voila. No doorknob, no opening of door. So all during class, the security guard kept trying different methods to open the door while I'm having a major internal panic attack because my worst nightmare was coming true right in front of my eyes: being stuck in my WTE class forever.

He ended up busting it open with a crowbar and I shot out of there like a bullet.

But that's all in the past because classes are over! (For a week, at least.)

So...yeah went to Magnolias to get Trevor a cupcake for his birthday (and one for myself, I couldn't resist). Went to Corner Bistro avec Jeff--Billy and then Naima came a little while after...had greasy burgers and beer and then left. Hm. Anyway, Naima and I had a blast tonight just the two of us cracking up at Backstreet Boys videos, having a crazy dance party and then going to Esperanto for a post-midnight snack/meal. We choreographed a sexy chorus to Let's Get Retarded. And I also learned many Booster Squad moves and it was glorious.



I feel so unhealthy right now, I lack exercise in a major way. And it probably has something to do with my consumption of food today: magnolia cupcake...greasy burger...bagel with cream cheese at like 1 am. ugh. what happened to a healthy balanched diet----oh right, college.

Am excited for the new Beck album, 'Guero'....listening to 'Missing' from it now and it's reminiscent of Moreno Veloso, I like it.

Going to write for a bit and then....marvelous sleep.

now I have a really clean bathtub

A waterbug dropped out of the bathtub faucet and was lying in the drain when I spotted it in a post-nap stupor.

I have a huge fear of bugs + It was as big as my middle finger = I didn't react very well.
...but thank god I live with a sane roommate/floormates.

a note to my manager

Dear manager,
After much consideration, I've decided that I would like to start playing gigs downtown. Let me know if this is possible.
Love, your client.

In other news....MAD SPENCENESS LAST NIGHT! It started out when Rebekah Raber randomly (and I mean it when I say randomly) gave me a call. She ended up coming over since she lives nearby, and she, Elena and I went to Oz for dinner...Justine came and met us at Oz but only after Elena rushed off to a meeting. But it was all good, because after din, we grabbed some vino and were chilling in the room when Elena and Justine had their happy reunion. And then it was happy times from there on. I really do love hanging out with spencies...I admit it's refreshing, not to say NYU people are stale--but spencies are just different.

And NYU kids do not appreciate awkwardness. Which is a huge huge problem.



Anyway, I hope to have a spence-filled spring break so that I come back in one week (insert cough of disappointment) rejuvinated.

After Elena coaxed me out of bed this morning at 7 30 am ("...after this class you can come back and sleep again...doesn't your mouth feel really gross from your retainers, don't you want to brush your teeth? (haha that was my favorite one)...you should go to class you skipped it last week..."--oh what would I do without roomie) I hauled my ass out into the blistering cold to go to my 8 am and ALAS!!!!!!!!!!
THE PROFESSOR WASN'T EVEN THERE! IT WAS AN HOUR AND FIFTEEN MINUTE LECTURE FROM ONE OF THE TA'S!!!!!!!!!!!


Which made me never want to get up for that class again. And now I have to run to my voice lesson. Adieu.

whiny/bullshit entry

Oh the irony. All day long, the only thing I want is to be sleeping in my bed, and when I finally get into bed exhausted, I can't sleep. For hours. And when I finally drift off, I wake up tossing and turning multiple times during the night. And this is even when I've had Nyquil. Problem? I think so.

Fuck the weather yesterday for being so perfect. I had two consecutive iced coffees and walked aimlessly around the city just to be outside. Today, it's cold, windy, raining/hail-ing(?) and it's making me miserable. Or maybe it's the 8:25 recitation and 9:30 Writing the Essay that's making me so irritable. Whatever.

I'm hungry. and non-confrontational.

boob stench

"Unless your head is in her boobs, you can't say anything about boob stench."

Tonight was truly a lovely night spent with some old friends. The afternoon was lovely as well! I guess it was a lovely day in general.

When I stepped outside to get some coffee (my floormate Danielle says the weather is always perfect right outside of Hayden and it's true) this morning, it felt like France last year during tour--which was a really nice feeling. It was so mild and sunny, and the sunlight was warm for once...I can't wait for spring.
I went to see the NYPhilharmonic for $10, yessiirrreeee, ten whopping bucks. I could have paid the same price to see (insert shitty movie here) but I think it was ten dollars well spent. So it was a Saturday Matinee show, and the composers featured were Ligeti (well known for his pieces used in Kubrik films: 2001...Eyes Wide Shut), Bartok, and Strauss....the Strauss pieces were absolutely amazing. I was probably the only person under 65 there but that's okay! I also went 15 minutes before the show and got an amazing seat. So that was fun, I definitely am hooked.

Sooo....Naima came over--she's back from Yale yaaay--and she, Elena and I went to Time Cafe and had a scrumptious, food coma worthy meal. Mmmm........I love Time Cafe. I also need to stop stuffing my face with food. Okay.

Elena ended up going back to her place to rendez-vous avec James, and Naima and I met up with Stan and his friends. Had bubble tea, which I feel like is some sort of tradition now--I never have bubble tea with NYU people. NEVVAAARRRR! For some odd reason. But it was nice, I haven't laughed so heartily in a long time...I've been too sick and withdrawn and antisocial this past weekend.

And the secret is out! I am working on a new piece, a kind of birthday gift for Naima, with her as my muse. It's in the early stages but hopefully it will work out. Keep your fingers crossed. Oh and 'Pieces of Slate' has sparked my interest, after hearing Stan 'metalicize' Cashmere Slippers.

Haven't really spoken to anyone on the floor this weekend, am drifting awaaaaay! Alas.





Time for Nyquil!

let's get retarded

I went and saw NYU's all (gay) (majority straight!!) male a cappella group, Mass Transit, with Elena today. It was craziness, I've never seen such pumped up performances. They did a fully choreographed performance of "Toxic," and I must say, I wish I could dance like that.

All in all, it was a much needed a cappella thirst quencher. It made me miss a cappella a lot. Maybe I'll do it next year....ahh who knows. The other groups are probably shit. Not to say Mass Transit was the best group I've ever heard...you can't dance and sing well at the same time, so a lot of times it was a lot of almost-yelling and stuff was not really on key but whatever! They did Toxic!!!! Fully Choreographed!!!! (which is even more impressive after being informed of the gay:straight ratio on the group. kudos.)

And now my sick self is back in the room....ordered in Chinese food and some hot soup. Ugh Nyquil didn't really work last night...

april in paris

The lights are way down low, I have candles burning, and Thelonius Monk is making beautiful music through my speakers.
The mood is set....




...for a wonderful night alone.
It's one of those sick nights; I should "stay in and get better asap instead of going out and prolonging sickness" nights. But really it's just an excuse for me to be alone, read Colette, drink tea, and have marvelous Nyquil induced sleep. Mmmmmmm....and wake up late tomorrow and go do work sitting in Dean & Deluca ohhhh I'm such a happy girl right now.

Went dorm-shopping with Elena today...we went down to Broome St. and I must say, we both fell in love (with the dorm, not with each other. Well, we're already in love anyway). The two person studio apartments are a dreeeaaaaam (the elongated vowels mean I'm really in love). Hardwood floors, high ceilings, big windows... brick exposure(?? I don't remember)...a marble-tiled bathroom, clean kitchen and bar, dining table and chairs....really just amazing, I really hope we get it. I can't wait to have a kitchen yaaay. The area is amazing as well...right near Little Italy, Chinatown, and I will actually go broke because we're in SoHo and there are at least 20 stores that I regularly shop at right around the corner. That could be a slight problem.

And then we went to Carlyle Court, which turned out to be such a downer. Ew. Let's not even go there.
Despues, we had a nice little dinner at Cosi's, after which we parted ways. I went to the Strand, my little haven. The best find there today was the Beatles Anthology for 12 effing dollars and 95 effing cents. I had to get it! Along with Colette, "Break of Day" oh how I love Colette, she is such a beautiful writer. I cant' get enough.

Anyway. Now I'm back, in my pjs and ready to make a mean tea.

Oh and by the way, last weekend when I went to Dean & Deluca, I randomly saw Teriha with her mother who was in from Japan only for a few days--what a coincidence, eh? It was nice. But the funny thing is that afterwards, her mom apparently was like "Deb looked so different...is she in love?"

....HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

I don't even know what to say to that, except that Teriha's mom is so cute. And that I'm so not in love.

Tea-time.

carrot dressing

Went to Yaffa Cafe with Elena, Trevor and Jeff. Had some humus, salad and we split some white bordeaux three ways and it was marvelous. <3 Yaffa.

12:49 pm: ONCE AGAIN, SKIPPED 8 AM CLASS. argh.