so go on and fly, boy

I felt that it was only fair to update you on my life, because I'm sure you've been dying to know just how much of nothing I've been doing.
Fine, I'll spare you the details if you insist, and move on to more important topics, such as:
If you haven't seen 'The Philadelphia Story,' I suggest you rent it asap (for one of those stay-in nights) and I suggest watching it alone to get the full effect/humor of great dialogue on high society. I watched it with people once, and when you get distracted (especially if it's your first time seeing it) it doesn't make any sense. Subtle humor, gotta love it...and Grant, Hepburn, and Stewart are brilliant at it. And if nothing else, Jimmy Stewart's drunk scene is well worth the rent....I think he won an Oscar for this role (for good reason).
Anyway, just had to rave about it for a bit; I watched it the other day after a long dry spell, and it's just as fabulous.
Speaking of 'high society,' I thought reality series were ridiculous enough as they were.....until 'I Want To Be A Hilton' reared its ugly, platinum blonde, botox-ed head via Kathy Hilton. It's hilarious, albeit unintentionally. I won't do the ridiculousness justice by describing it here, you'll just have to watch for yourself. The show should be dubbed 'I Want To Be A Complete Tool (on national tv for all the world to see)' Frankly, it's embarrassing to watch.
Maybe that's what I'll do this summer, start a reality show of my own. 'A Day In The Life of A Human Vegetable,' where you get voted off the couch if you're too physically/mentally/emotionally active. Mike was going to document all of our Alaska escapades but...that will have to wait until next summer, booo.
And...that being said, I'll leave you with un petit list of people I'm thinking of...you'll know who you are.

1. I was looking at prom pictures and there's one of you standing under a McDonalds sign with happy hands, another one of us looking out the cable car windows as we head to Roosevelt Island at 6 in the morning...good times.
2. Haven't spoken to you in a while, I bet you're missing Comfort
3. I'm in the mood for a strawberry "mojo" (is the 'j' an 'h' sound??)
4. You used to remind me of Jimmy Stewart a little bit, I don't know if that's good or bad. Doesn't matter anymore.
5. There's an itty bitty picture of Hayden in this month's Vogue...you're permanently linked with him in my mind...cheap trash.
6. 'Sweet Melissa' makes me think of you
7. How about another trip to Oz, the magical diner that reeks of bathroom cleaning fluids?
8. I feel like I've become a reservation for you...but the way you asked was endearing
9. I don't wanna be a solider, mama
10. A pet goat....interesting. Bring the shotglass I got for you, I'll bring the one you got for me...we'll make good use of them, no doubt.

P.S - This is why my love for Johnny Depp is infinite; he channeled Keith Richards as his muse for Jack Sparrow in 'Pirates,' and apparently he's going for the Anna Wintour look as Wonka (i.e. short bob and oversized glasses)
...amazing.

oooh, you touch my tralala

I was browsing through some old pictures and came across this little gem. Can we say...SPENCE, MUCH? (I think my hand is the one on Elena's crotch. Justine's on the boob and Teriha is pointing) This really is was our grade in a nutshell: awkwardly "sexy". Oh man.

In other news, I neglected my phone for a few days and when I found it, I had funny voice messages from Julia and James that I had a blast listening to. I heart them both...ironic that I only became friends with James after freshman year was over, but she's turning out to be a true blue friend (these are rare at NYU). And Julia, well, we're married anyway. The motto of this story is: I love fun voice messages. I'm the master of awkward/extensive voice messages where I kind of just have a conversation with myself; they're probably a pain in the ass to listen to due to their length and incoherence. You guys probably delete them in the middle anyway, which is fine..........

Oh and Naima brought up an excellent point the other day when Sisqo somehow seeped into the conversation. I forgot to mention - in my previous post - his role in the movie "Get Over It" (maybe that's the wrong title) with Kirsten Dunst and co. This adds more evidence to the case that this man's career was really taking off when he fell off the face of the earth. I say we campaign to bring Sisqo back; the world needs him and his thong-alicious tunes.
[note: SARCASM]

So I'm thinking about maybe finding some sort of tutoring thing to do in July. Any suggestions? Drop them off in the comment box. At this point I don't even care about getting paid; I just need something to do between now and Alaska.

Mmmmmkay.

leftover milky ways, holllaaa

Astoria Soundworks studio is sexay. Sexay in a "wow this is actually decent for such a friggin cheap rate" kind of way. Spent most of yesterday wandering around the city with the economist mag, plopping down in caffe reggio/dean&deluca to get out of the heat.

Saw Naima, went crazy with her and Mike and Jenna at korean bbq...severe food coma. Followed by Zen, where Jamie and her suitemate met up with us. Jamie and I are actually long lost sisters from rival Innuit (not eskimo, that's an offensive term goddamnit!!) tribes and we throat sing. (I'm not really korean and she's not really half korean, we just use that as a convenient cover up. Mike showed us the light with his extensive background knowledge of puffins and Innuit tribes)
Crashed at Mike's after we pseudo-vented about cracked out people & their antics ('friends'...what a fuckin weird concept).

Saw Batman Begins in IMAX. Fucking huge screen, I feel like I could have missed some action because my eyes can only take in so much...but nonetheless uber fun. I'm not one for these comicbook movies (e.g spiderman, ew) but really enjoyed this. It was just brilliantly cast; Liam Neeson, Michael Caine, Gary Oldman, Morgan Freeman, Christian Bale....all really really solid performances. It was sophisticated crime (or maybe it was just Liam that made it seem sophisticated and hot), and had just the right amount of humor. The fight scenes could have the same effect as strobe lights on epileptic people - I had no idea what was going on. But overall, woooot!
If I had a tradmarked thumb like Roger Ebert, I would use it now to say THUMBS UP, MOTHAFUCKAAAA.

I'm Sondre Lerche-ing my way into dreamland

where in the world is sisqo?

...seriously, did he retire after the thong song and the collabo with will smith on wild wild west?
she........had...........DUMPS LIKE A TRUCK TRUCK TRUCK!!







THIGHS LIKE WHAT WHAT WHAT!!!







BABY MOVE YOUR BUTT BUTT BUTT!!!!!!


The "Golden Girls" theme just started playing on iTunes. Why didn't I get into randomizing my playlist sooner, this is brilliant.

Gotta love Ed Kennedy for telling Rummy to resign, with a baseball metaphor nontheless. But the best thing is that Rumsfeld responded by saying he already tried to resign twice but Dubya was the one who wouldn't let him go.
...everyone's trying to abandon ship, this is why I love politics (sometimes). It's all so RIIIDIIICCCCC.

So, there's a ginormous collection of Architechtural Digest magazines in this house, and I've become addicted to sitting outside w/ iced caramel macchiato + flipping through them and admiring the subtlties of interior design. Woman-in-her-30's-trapped-inside-an-18-year-old's-body much? Very much so, but we all knew this already.

I ended up not sleeping thursday night, stayed up to witness the most gorgeous morning (usually I'm up mid-day); I sat out on the balcony in a sleeping bag and wrapped myself up in a throw and just wrote and semi-meditated. Then I started hallucinating I was in Alaska...something about hearing little charter planes fly by, and train whistles (I didn't know there were legit trains in Jersey...maybe there aren't, and I'm just crazy) The breeze, everything about the morning was screaming "ALASKAAAA!!!"
Twas fabulous. Also at that point I was pretty out of it so everything seemed kind of nice and pretty and "wheee".


Kate Winslet is a goddesssssss in the new Vogue. And Angelina in the W spread = SEX (in really hot heels).
...and I just don't think Brad is anything to write home about. But Kate, on the other hand.....no words, except 'gawwwgeous'.
And that's my celebrity blabber for the day.


Sitting outside of Starbucks today, I was once again somehow sitting near obnoxious starbucks-goers. This time they came in the form of a bickering married couple (not annoying korean teenage girls). Okay maybe bickering doesn't do it justice, it was more of a full-blown argument, which got pretty loud at some points. Arguing over money and I think the guy was accusing the woman of cheating on him. Whatever, just listening to them made me never want to hear/use "fuck" again, they made it seem like "fuck" was the new "the" or "a"....I never want to find myself in a relationship/marriage in which the two people involved disrespect each other to that extent. It was upsetting to witness. Thank god for the iPod. And the chorus to Missy Elliot's "Gossip Folk"....WA ZOOM ZOOM ZEEEEE (yeah I don't know wtf she's saying there)





and....on that note...SO LONG, FAREWELL, AUDVEEJFDFHWKJFAYWYE ADIEU!
(sound of music reference for those who are thinking I'm clinically insane...which, actually, I very well could be.)

un jour comme un autre

These brigitte bardot moods are rare, and this is why I am still up at 2:16 am, humming along to her songs (because I am not yet fluent enough in french to sing along, but hopefully will be soon).

I guess I needed a summer like this, to really punish me for not getting my act together during the school year and figuring out a game plan. My lack of incentive has left me lounging on the couch reading/finishing 'Bergdorf Blondes' in a day. One day chick lit reads are a guilty pleasure of mine.

And what do you know, after I triumphantly blogged my workout attempts, I stopped working out. So no more workout updates from now on, they demotivate me. Oh, plus side to not working and being a complete bum: after this, I can go work out until like 4 am, pass out and then wake up in the middle of day and get coffee, re-arrange songs to cover while caffenated, and then read, write, start cycle over. I love how I've completely isolated myself from the world. Hermit-recluse Deb. Down side to not working and being a complete bum: the feeling of worthlessness that seeps into your system.

I suddenly realize I need more sundresses in my life. Sundresses, and beach. BEACH, SOON, SOMEONE, TAKE ME. On second thought, am not in the condition to be seen in a bikini, ew.

I should make use of my Polaroid...damn compulsive buying, I never use the goddamn thing. But also, the price for film is un peu steep.

Someone please diagnose me with ADD.
I'll start playing something on the piano and then mid-piece or mid-scale, I'll suddenly get bored, get up and do something else. My job-hunting attempt was pathetic - a few bookstores and petit bateau? Lame. (But then again, I think I secretly gave up job-hunting after a few days because I'm in denial about becoming a part of the real world, where people have jobs and get up at a normal time and have lunch breaks.) I can't stay on the same TV channel for very long; my brother won't let me touch the remote. Even with these blog entries, if you haven't noticed, I'm all about the different paragraphs that have nothing to do with one another; my train of thought is just all over the place, agggh.
This is why I think I'd be awful writing short stories...but nonetheless, I've picked it up again. I have...a page typed out. This is your cue to laugh.

Ew for creepy stalker-ish person who doesn't understand that not responding to IMs + not responding to calls = STAY AWAY.

I'm not usually into randomizing the iTunes, but it's kind of fun. I guess I'm in kind of a random mood. Oh god, reading that book has left me with an intense craving for peach bellinis. Maybe will drop by Yaffa this Saturday - drop by to get a tour of the studio at noon, hit up the strand, and then yaffa for an afternoon bellini before korean bbq with Mike and co. Sounds DIVINEEEE! This is one of my rare un-hermit moments so if you're around in the city, let me know. We'll have bellinis.

I've bored you with enough idle, nonsensical babble. I will leave you to your own devices as I eagerly await what song my iTunes will pull out next.



...ooh, "Monday, Monday"!!!

it's the only way to bring me back

What the hell happened to Norah Jones on that second album of hers...what a piece of EW that turned out to be (save a few songs). A duet with Dolly Parton? That woman is a legitimate clown, with that smile and those ginormous quadruple D's or whatever they are.

Listening to Neil Young now so it's all better. "Cortez the Killer" is great...DMB did a cover of it which is also pretty awesome. And been listening to Beck's album "Sea Change"...it's like a sedative...so good.

So I've been on a workout kick for the past few days, and as a result am so effing sore I can't get up from a chair or sit down in one without giving off the impression that I have severe arthritis all over my body. Sexy.
Tried going jogging today, but the health gods are against me or something. I couldn't find my normal running sneakers so I resorted to an old pair of New Balances..and as soon as I get to the park, the sneakers are already ripping up the back of my ankles. So I run one lap and limp back home like a wounded animal. Or rather, a wounded animal with arthritis.

And then I had pizza for dinner. Go me.

song no. 20

This one makes it official: six unrecorded songs! That's a sure sign that I need to book some studio time asap, since I like to record every six songs...last time I had to record 8 new songs and rerecord two old songs in...two hours or something. It was ridiculous. Don't want to repeat that.

Anyway, "Disenchantment" is pretty much finished.


[FIST PUMP]

snapple fact #408

"Panda bears eat up to 16 hours a day."
Well, that officially makes a panda bear.
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My hands hurt.
Started writing accompaniment for a song I haven't written lyrics for yet, and I'm really pushing myself to the cutting edge with rhythm, etc. My brother even noticed, and this is quite the compliment, because he's definitely my biggest critic. He put it kind of bluntly that my first set of songs all (pretty much) sounded the same. That's what siblings are for! I heart the bro, little artist man.
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Sat outside of Starbucks (yeaaaaah it sucks but it's the only place where I can get coffee and sit outside) trying to read, but the abrasive voices of the obnoxious girls next to me kept me from concentrating. Stan sometimes jokes about how I'm a korean-loathing korean, but time and time again, I find myself in these situations where I can't help being exactly that.
In this case, they were being extremely loud + offensive = bad combo. Some snippets:
"Don't make fun of poor people, it's not like they can help it..." (this was after one of the girls was complaining that her co-worker was being "cheap" for putting holes in a belt that was too big for him - "why can't he get himself a new belt, that's so cheap!!")
"Yeah, you don't like anything mexican...mexican food, mexican people...you won't even let me listen to any songs with spanish in it [insert loud guffaw on their part, big cringe on my part]"
(mind you, these are college girls)
So I ended up calling Jamie - aka the only cool (half) korean girl I know - to....get in touch with reality before I lost my cool.
Part of me hopes it's just Bergen Country koreans who are OBSESSED with socio-economic status and race...but I doubt it. Whatever.
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SO HUNGRY, MUST REVERT TO PANDA BEAR ROUTINE.
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Julia just left a message, "...hey it's John. It's Julia. I'm eating pasta. [munch munch] Call me back. [munch, click]" I don't think we've ever left each other a message without inserting some random comment in there somewhere. And I find that comforting.
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Stan and my friendship in a nutshell:

Its Meee Debo: i didn't pick up, douche
cashs23: don't call me a douche, you harlot
Its Meee Debo: don't call me a harlot, you spazmo
cashs23: don't call me a spazmo you fishmonger
Its Meee Debo: don't call me a fishmonger you asswipe
cashs23: don't call me an asswipe you ass goblin
Its Meee Debo: don't call me an ass goblin you ass leper

...good times.
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So if Orlando Bloom and James Franco had a Brazilian love child, you would get Rodrigo Santoro.

Mmmm yeah that's the eye candy for the day. Enjoy.

hardcore jammin ahead

Once I start driving (I have a license but don't really drive), no doubt there will many a day when you'll see me drive by, windows down, Allman Brothers blasting (and then you'll see me drive into a fire hydrant). Their music is liberating!!!

Madonna wrote a children's book. Correct me if I'm wrong, but is it really that difficult to write one of these? Pick a moral, an endearing woodland character, and avoid big words. Or maybe it's actually a very intricate and elaborate process, something that shouldn't be taken lightly.
(Right.)

Father's Day tomorrow...but my dad probably doesn't even realize it. I get my spaciness from him, no doubt about it. He's in AK with a fresh bunch of houseguests and tells me that the other day the weather was "so nice, the flightseeing plane could fly up all the way to the top of Mt. McKinley!"
And then he said he had to go and would talk to me later and hung up, before I could even respond. Booooo.
I remember those little planes...scary at first, but beautiful. Once, the pilot tried to scare me and my brother (he was probably 3 years old then) by doing barrel rolls. I loved it, watching the mountain spin around. My brother was asleep, lameeee. Well, he was 3.
Found some awesome pictures that my dad put up on his website, taken by some of the climbers:


Aweeeesomeeee. I wish I had the discipline/willpower/guts to do that.
Anyway. I guess it's better that my dad stays in AK, he's much happier and not as claustrophobic. But it kind of sucks when I call him (rare event!) only to be...IGNORED!


Innnn other news...I DESPERATELY want

I actually sat in the bookstore reading it like it was a novel. I want to be able to make my own creme brulee, damnit!!!


Billy Graham freaks me out. He represents a lot of things that freak me out, actually.

And this is where I end a somewhat pointless entry (but aren't they all?). Think will go read some more.

that's me lucky charms, they're magically delicious!

There's nothing "magical" about those lucky charms, they're cubes of sugar. Unless you think sugar is magical. Then...you probably belong in a padded cell.

I started writing a short story. I don't know why, I just felt like writing one, and went with the urge. I'll probably abandon it soon, but for now, I'm having fun dragging my laptop around and employing elaborate descriptions. I even came up with a storyline and everything. Yeah.....let's see how long this lasts.

Mike has a purevolume site, go listen, he's a master with computer editing and crazy stuff. Oh, and I think I'm on one of the tracks. The Uniforms

Got a thank you note from the Boocock; what a tool that woman is. Complete tool.

I don't have anything else to say...except that I don't know how many times I've been bombarded with the news of Tom and Katie's engagement in the period of 24 hours. On the internet, on TV...I'm surprised I didn't see a plane writing it in the sky.
Ew, they're so annoying. Now they'll go off and have annoying sex and annoying babies. Not to mention, an annoying wedding and most likely, an exceedingly annoying divorce.

my lamp is broken

...no, that's not some sort of a sketchy euphemism that I made up (although, you could use your imagination and come up with something amusing, I'm sure); my trusty desk lamp has alas, finally gone dead. And so here I sit, in the dark, too lazy to get up and turn on one of the other...1765883 lights in the room. RIP, lamp. Until I get a new bulb, that is.

Watched "In Good Company" today, and enjoyed it. It has its moments of funny, but overall was a really sensitive, heartfelt kind of movie, with nothing overdone. The Iron & Wine/Damien Rice/Diana Krall/Peter Gabriel soundtrack probably helped in the sentimentality department. Thumbs up for Topher Grace, he was fantastic. It's funny how I'm more attracted to the likes of Topher Grace and Jimmy Fallon than I am to Brad Pitt or even Orlando Bloom (I know, blasphemous). Sure, the latter two are hot, but I still prefer that dorky/awkward/sensitive thing that Topher and Jimmy have going. It's sexay.
Anyway. It was also cute because they shot at Cafe Reggio and Hayden (only the exterior)...the inside of the dorm in the movie is a hell of a lot uglier than what Hayden really looks like, womp womp.

And I actually think I might go see "Batman Begins" with the bro this weekend or something...a lot of the review I've seen actually lean towards the "Two thumbs way up"...the cast looks amazing (minus Katie Holmes--she's just annoying...maybe she's improved in this one, but umm...Dawson's Creek?)

Started reading War and Peace, am sending out around five demos to different labels soon, we'll see how that works out. Not really expecting anything, but I figure there's nothin to lose, right?

And am reaaaaaally itching to get back into the studio. With or without band. I'm thinking maybe July. I'll probably have the usual support group there: Elena, Mike, maybe Julia. Maybe Naima, since she's in the city. And anyone else, if you're bored. It's a grand time! Wheeeee!



And with that, I leave you with this--an image that comes up when you type in "awkward" on Google:

Of course it's going to look awkward when the DEVIL HIMSELF is trying to be intimate/conveying some signs of positive human emotion.

got triple?

I still heart Triple Trio. I feel ridiculously involved for an alum, and that may be cheesy, but I don't care!
The cds ("Got Triple?") sound great...some of the mixing is a little screwed up on a few songs, but overall....fantastic!!!! I have an extra copy.

Saw Levent yesterday for coffee, its become a ritual or something. It's so random that he's one of VERY FEW people from fort lee whom I've kept in touch with; we weren't even good friends in middle school or anything. But it's nice, and he'll be at Stern in the fall!!

Spence graduation was today...didn't go, it was just too early for me. Apparently Sarah Jessica wore a white dress, not knowing all the girls were wearing white dresses as well. I was told her speech was alright...lots of talking about herself, and how Spence girls were lucky to be...well, Spence girls. Maybe I should have gone. Margaret and Priya, sorry if I've disappointed you!

Saw Elena today, should spend more time with her (when she's not busy with jury duty, blech)


I am in desperate need of a massage for my shoulder/back. Really, I'm a few weeks away from becoming Quasimodo.

it's another tequila sunrise

McDonalds breakfasts = YESSSSSSSSS!

Should have done that sooner. So, spent yesterday/yesternight in the city and totally missed out on the Michael Jackson breakthrough until I heard it on the radio at Julia's this morning. He's a freako, but I love him anyway. How can you not love the man who grooved in a sparkling sequin body suit for the "Rock With You" video??

So, yesterday, went to Spence for the senior transitional seminar or whatever; it ended up being fine but I didn't want to be there in the first place so I didn't say much. Everytime I go back to Spence, I feel a little more removed from the community, which is perfectly natural, but ah, whatever. Joanna Lipson (another NYU-er) was there, and of course preaching WHATEVER YOU DO, DON'T ROOM WITH FRIENDS.
I had to counter it with "Um...I actually roomed with a spencie...and it was fine, we're rooming together next year.....(because neither of us are psychos...)......"
I get the feeling people are really weirded out by me rooming with Elena and actually getting along with her; everyone's always vaguely surprised when I tell them we're still roommates and ask "...so.........how's elena.............?" as if they're expecting me to suddenly break down and confess that she's a suicidal/neurotic psycho (which she most certainly is NOT).

Wandered around with Julia afterwards, stopped by Petit Bateau to drop off a resume but the woman there was a bitch and a half--decided to decline if I ever get a call from them, and thus: I don't think I'm finding a job this summer. Fantastico. Need to think of a Plan B.
Lunched at Serafina's, then headed downtown, met up with Jamie and finally saw Star Wars. I feel obligated to comment (like everyone and their mothers did on their blogs after seeing it), but don't want to go on forever about it. So: better than the first two but the acting was (once again) sub par. Ewan had some good moments, and granted Hayden is better when angry (I can't watch him trying to be romantic; he and Natalie have absolutely no chemistry), but Natalie was the most disappointing to watch, especially after 'Closer.' I blame George Lucas, because these actors are capable of so much more. Well I guess that's what Star Wars is. But I enjoyed the movie.
Oh, and also heard news about apocalypse boy. Mike, you know who I'm talking about. I won't elaborate here.

Afterwards, we hit up Spice; mmm Siamese fried rice and pinky mimosas...I've missed Spice.
Headed back uptown, watched some 'Curb' with Julia, then headed over to Isabel's. The three of us haven't chilled since last year, so it was great. Traumatic when Isabel's pretty bowl shattered, but Julia had another one so it worked out.

TRIPLE TRIO CDS ARE COMING OUT! Lucy ordered 100 copies and I'll get mine when I see her tomorrow. It has this year's mixed/polished tracks (they sound great) PLUS last year's recordings "Triple Trio: Unplugged;" all live, unedited recordings (you can also hear us being crazy in between takes).



Reading Democracy Matters by Cornel West, the sequel to Race Matters; really great so far. Maybe Plan B for the summer will just be to read/write as much as I can and try not to be a waste of life?

ooh, apparently my dad got my mom an organ (the piano kind) for her birthday, which was yesterday. Am super excited to see it/PLAY "BENEDICTION" ON IT!!!!! But I won't be in Alaska for a while, so boooo.

home·body (n.): see "debo"

[quick edit: Icarus is finished]



I know the suburbia rants are getting old, but bear with me.
I've never been so fucking bored in my life. Granted, Alaska can get boring too, but the nature & clean air & glaciers & northern lights make up for it.

I think I fucked up my arm playing tennis. Fabulous.

People/Things I love right now:
Alanis Morissette (she's coming out with an acoustic version of "Jagged Little Pill," woooot)
Cereal (& milk!)
Angelina Jolie
Jonathan Safran Foer's Everything Is Illuminated
Jonathan Safran Foer
Air conditioning
Jimmy Stewart

People/Things I don't love right now:
Brad Pitt and his blonde 'do
Dana Boocock (spence college counselor...thought she was out of my life's picture forever, but surprise surprise.)
Unemployment


It has officially been a month since I left college for the home life. And I must say, it's really uplifting to look back and observe the progress my life has made since then.
Oh, but wait, that's right, THERE HAS BEEN NO PROGRESS!
[insert extremely high-pitched scream of frustration]

For all of you out there who hate sight-reading, I have successfully discovered the antidote: stop sight-reading for a good year and start playing everything by ear.
After unconsciously depriving myself of any sheet music for a hell of a long time and just writing music/doing everything by ear, it's almost fun going back to old Mozart pieces and just having the music written for you. It probably sounds really bizarre, but it's true. I spend a good amount of time just sitting there sight-reading now--or rather, re-sight-reading, since they're pieces I've played before.

Oh, I made another band site, I'm addicted to these things: BandSpace

mmk. more re-sight-reading. "Icarus" is coming along as well.

the truth about raven's career

...is that it simply doesn't exist. Her appearance in "Princess Diaries 2" was a valiant attempt at salvaging her childhood stardom, but.....yeah, no. I liked her better as a little girl, holding hands with Kermit the frog and chirping "Rainbow Connection." That was quality. Before "That's So Raven"
DOES SHE EVEN HAVE A LAST NAME?!?!

Anyway. That was...my really exciting night: (note: complete, utter sarcasm) "Closer," one of the most depressing movies I've ever seen (I was warned by Naima), and "Princess Diaries 2," with an uber hot Duke Andrew. I deliberately planned it in that order: downer and then an extreeeeme upper.

Natalie Portman rocks my toe-socks.
...well, I don't own toe-socks, but if I did, Natalie Portman would definitely be rocking them.


Um...and I'm still not tired so I'm going to sketch/write until I drift off. Word.


and I can't help but laugh at these Despair posters:

all that noise, and all that sound

It was a great moment today when I knew for sure that my awkward humor lives on in my little brother. Sometimes he'll say the most random things that crack me up:
On the weather/heat: "It's like the surface of the sun........only.........not....." yes, it may sound like he's lacking in the brain department, but I assure you, it is the awkwardness. I guess it's also funnier for those who know of Sam Oh; he usually comes off as being extremely quiet and serious, but really he's a goofball.
And then we laughed at the most RANDOM part of a "Shark Boy, Lava Girl 3D" something movie commercial. The very last NANOSECOND of the commercial shows a movie audience with 3D glasses--reacting to what I'm sure is.....a thrilling movie...............but anyway--this one kid jumps and his popcorn goes all over the place, and we both saw it and broke into laughter at the same time.
I mean really, it was nothing to laugh at, and it was the last split second of the commercial, but the awkwardness of it all...


I heart Coldplay. I haven't really listened to them in a while, but...they're great. I'm excited for X&Y. They are the masters of power chords.

Three Lives & Co. prob isn't hiring for the summer, which bummed me out. So tomorrow, I'm off to Petit Bateau and a few more bookstores uptown. Goddamnit I wanted that job.


P.S - This summer = total bummer. I know, I'm rhyming. Leave me alone.

drop it like its hooot

So this JT + Snoop collabo song, "Signs," (I think Naima mentioned it sometime last week) is in a nutshell, HI-larious.
Snoop singing = classic.
JT singing "...don't fuck with me" in his annoyingly high, Michael Jackson wannabe voice = even better.

I had this really awesome Halloween costume idea and it has totally escaped my brain. DAMNIT. Good Halloween costumes reveal themselves to me once every millenium or something.

Ummmm and I totally had nothing better to do today except put links of my friends' blogs up. I omitted a few for the sake of privacy, but let me know if you're feeling "out of the fruit loop" and I'll add you on ASAP, MOTHAFUCKAAAA.

peace.

sunday brain farts

It's a curious thing, song-writing. I think my best work (I guess this applies to any artist) is produced when I'm enveloped in some emotional fog; but I put ALL of that emotion into the song, and end up feeling sort of drained. I don't know if this is making much sense...but packing that emotional buildup into a line of a song is just so intense, that I'm left with a piece that embodies that situation...but it's something to observe, it's not in me anymore. I guess what I'm trying to do is describe how songwriting really is an outlet, but it shocks me how such a strong emotion can so wholly be transferred into a song, leaving almost nothing for me to feel. I'm left a shell, but my songs are there to display everything for you....I don't know. I'm rambling. But it's interesting.

That being said, Lindsay Lohan looks downright atrocious as a blonde.


I think I'm developing a mini-crush on Gavin Degraw. I heard a slow, uber-emotional version of "Chariot" today...his voice is raspy and mournful and mmmmmmmm...........what a turn on.
He looks like he could be slightly autistic (I'm going to hell for that) but in a cute way...?

So...since I've been home, I've been watching some television, and I've become hooked on this show, "Extreme Makeover Home Edition." It's a reality series, I guess, but the only one I've encountered that actually seems to be doing some good. It's probably a dorky show to like (note the time slot: sunday evenings), but it's so sweet and makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. People still do good deeds in the world? Let's have a reality series that showcases it! Woooot.


Ahhhh you must all go here and listen to my friend

Lucy

she sang for her friend's senior project; apparently everything (the recording, mixing) was done by this guy at his home. And he wrote the song. I love Lucy's voice.

woman of heart and mind

All this talk about holiness now
It must be the start of the latest style
Is it all books and words
Or do you really feel it?

First warm summer night, and these are always meant to be cherished. They're special for me because I don't experience them very often, being in Alaska for most of the summer, where nights get chilly. I sauntered home at a slower pace than usual (and if you know my normal warlking pace, you know that 'sauntering' means barely walking at all) taking in the night air. Clean cut grass, the noise of clinking silverware drifting out of open windows...I was almost close to being at peace with that odd moment of suburban tranquility. Then I saw a skunk, yelped, and ran home.

So much for suburbia.


Didn't make it to the Sondre Lerche show, thanks to the L train not running this weekend.
sigh.

So, hung out with Jamie instead. Sat outside at a restaurant, ordered wine and talked, people-watched. Billy met up with us, he's in the city for the night. Basically chilled with them and then headed back uptown.

Disturbing experience on the train: a homeless man walks down the car and sits down inches away from me, mumbling to himself. I had music blasting in my ears so I just decided to ignore him. Mmmm, BAD IDEA. The people across from him got up and sat somewhere else, I guess he was being offensive. So then I'm assuming he's yelling, either at me, other people in the car--I wasn't really looking at him. Then he decides to stretch himself out on the three seater, and I'm sitting in the two-seater that's perpendicular to where he is. So now, I'm starting to get uncomfortable with his feet RIGHT next to me, and decide to switch cars at the next stop. I see his mouth moving, I'm assuming he's still saying something to me, whatever, couldn't hear it. I'm looking away, looking away, but then I look over and see his hand in his pants.

I was at the other end of the car before you could say "THAT'S FUCKING DISGUSTING, YO"




Yeah. Anyway. I don't even want to know what he was saying all that time.

Am exhausted. Early night, perhaps.

I realized that some NYU friends think I'm capable of being a supreme bitch behind their backs (one or two people in particular). Sad, because these are my friends.
Friends? or "Friends"?
And how juvenile is it that I need to be having this inner debate of "who my friends really are"; this is college, I thought I was supposed to be finding lifelong companions. Damn cliches, reality is never what they tell you to expect.
Or maybe I just live in a twilight zone where subway trains and ipods are trying to sabotage my life, and where "Friends" is only a hit sitcom.


Disclaimer: Honestly, I have so many amazing people in my life and shouldn't be complaining. But I can't help but be bothered when I get the feeling that I blind myself from reality a little too often, and that some people are just not what I figured them to be.

you're toxic, i'm slippin under

something about britney spears reproducing--with that kevin federline character--is deeply unsettling. I mean really, does the world need any more britneys wreaking havoc upon pop culture?

If you're thinking 'yes', sorry to break it to you, but you fail in life.



In other news...happy birthday, Priya! Dinner last night was lovely (mmm funnel cake for dessert.....) and writing Priya's number on the back of the check with lipliner: classic. Especially when the other waiter called her out on it. But I must say, red wine doesn't do it for me...I'm pretty much a white wine girl. There, I said it, it's done.
Also, MAJOR props to Margaret for making such a stylish dress out of a skirt! A SKIRT! I'll miss you, come visit the city as often as you can! Also, shout out to Julia P, who is just the ch-ILLEST (get it? chillest, illest? hahhhhh, the wit.) gal.

Everyone else went clubbing afterwards, but ehhhh clubbing is not my scene, per se. So I chilled with my twin James in her room. We just sat there talking for...about six hours. Crashed at around 5 am. I am beginning to believe we are long lost sisters, for serious, yo.

Then went to Spence in the mornin, met up with Griswald Macadamia Winesburg (aka Fierman), made the rounds. Saw Bailey and Liam, possibly the most beautiful baby boy I have ever seen. We made another "art piece" for Bailey.
And today happened to be the Spence Fair, so we walked around for a bit, it was fine. Geraldo Rivera (a Spence dad) cracks me up, walking around with his handlebar mustache, signature rose-tinted glasses (which he wore at the choral concert last year when he sat in the first row. his wife came up to me after the concert to congratulate me, I definitely got a kick out of that. oh, and ann curry dancing to Triple Trio at the back of the church when were performing.), with this weird grin on his face. He's bizarre. Spence is bizarre. But I love it.
Turns out I might not be able to go to the graduation, apparently one needs a ticket to get in. I mean, they usually say that but don't mean it. But I think they mean it this year...every senior gets 10 tickets or something, and yeah. Because otherwise, with the anticipated press that will be present, the church will be packed with middle schoolers and...alum, hahaha, all waiting to get a glimpse of Sarah Jessica Parker.

Oh Christ. What a nightmare.


Anyway. Hung out at Julia's (I mean Griswald's) for a while, like old times. She might come to Alaska as well, but ahhh. Must see if there will room, since dad already said Mike probably would have nowhere to sleep. Well since it's Julia we'll probably end up spooning anyway. We'll see.

On the train back, played eye tag with a gorgeous man sitting halfway down the car. At first I was thinking, no he can't be looking at me, I'm completely disheveled. But lo and behold, he was! Maybe I should be disheveled more often.


I was starving on the way back home, all I had today was an iced coffee. So I walked home, getting soaked (no umbrella), munching on the mini roast-beef sandwich from Yura that I hadn't finished.


I think tonight will be an early night, with my US weekly (Katie and Tom are "GETTING MARRIED!" apparently).

you can tell them how i'm defying gravity!

I still haven't seen 'Wicked' and really want to see it. Mmmmm maybe this summer. Maybe the fall. I have time.



So, I have a crush.
...on a bookstore. Three Lives & Co.
Dorky, but true. I showed my love off to Naima, Angelica and Xio today on our way to Magnolia...and they might hire me! Aaaaaah! DREAM COME TRUE. But then again, maybe not. We'll have to wait and see. But needless to say, I'm in love.



Random fact: Zach Braff is the voice of the Cottonelle puppy. Awwwwww....


Also. This news rocked my world: theres a new 'Pride & Prejudice' hitting theatres in September, starring the new generation of young British actors (Keira Knightly, Matthew MacFayden). I'm not a huge fan of Keira, but part of it probably has to do with the fact that I'm insanely jealous that she gets roles like these.
And Matthew MacFayden has nothing on Colin Firth.
Yet. I might change my mind after seeing the film. I mean, it's going to be outrageously cheesy (since it's made by the producers of Bridget Jones' Diary and Love Actually...they even used a song from Love Actually in the preview for this. Lame, much?) and Jane Austen glamourized with a 'sexy' cast.......but I'll go and watch it anyway.

I'm a sucker for cheesy romantic things. But for now, I hold steadfast onto my partiality for the 5-hour BBC version with Colin.

And since both versions take a lot of lines word for word from the actual novel...I don't know, it was weird seeing this new British dude saying Colin's lines, which are actually...Jane Austen's?

Annnnnd I'm done with my P&P ramble.




Such beautiful weather! The only thing that can complete my life is if Toby from the bookstore calls with a job opening. Chances of that happening: mmmmm notsomuch.



Off to sing along to 'WIcked' tunes and start writing accompaniment for 'Gravity.'

oh, chariot

had a songwriting breakthrough at 3 am. been struggling with "Gravity" for months, and then just wrote everything in about an hour.

it's fucking complex, and doesn't quite make complete sense in my head yet, but it's raw and real and i want it to work.

joni mitchell reference is a backbone of the song. starts and ends in a very different place. can only speak in fragments because it's late and i'm in a very abnormal state of mind.
here it is, the rough draft of "Gravity," finally. let me know what you think, i'm very excited about this piece.


this one is dedicated to you, naima.
love, C

Gravity
Looking around, seems
everyones perfected the look
of complete indifference in the
subway cars

They sit in a line,
underground lights place a
twinkle in their dead eyes

I can't write fast enough to keep
the tears behind floodgates
You walked away and made me feel

Every flash of the subterranean bulb
suddenly renders shared gazes
meaningful and meaningless

Before you walk off into the sunset backdrop,
give me a knowing smile, cowboy
Deceive me into thinking heartache is beautiful.

I can't write fast enough to keep
the tears behind floodgates
You walked away and made me feel

Slide into a big yellow taxi,
I knew what I had but it's gone anyway.
Just keep driving through the fog, won't look back
It's not bravado, I'm just preoccupied wiping tears

Humiliated that all past intimacy,
real or imagined,
has a void stamp
A completed transaction;
shall I congratulate you?

I can't write fast enough to keep
the tears behind floodgates
You walked away and made me feel

This pain is universal--
On the edge of an abyss so welcoming,
I step onto the void;

suspended, breath held

Gravity fails me and I find myself
on a strip of black paint

You walked away, off into the sunset backdrop
and made me feel
You walked away and made me feel

I walk onto the platform,
feet on the ground.