I was in front of the fire station on Cambridge St, coming home from the North End, and I saw a slightly sketchy guy and thought to myself, "you can't get me, man, I have a light saber and a sword." He could not attack. I have a dragon, it hides under my bed with its lunchbox. He is green with a spiky tail, but not like the one in Harry Potter, oh no, you can't get me, I'm flying on my Firebolt, cumulus nimbus, my head in the sky.

Because I am the the walrus, the walnut, nutterbutter, butterfingers.

Bahaha Boston.

Allison and I went to the Red Hat tonight because on Sundays, Mondays, and Tuesdays they have 10 cent wings after 5pm. We split 20 wings ("split..." I had 16) and each had a pint of Red Hat beer, and towards the end of our meal, a few people came in and apparently someone ordered a big salad. And one of the guys brought up the big salad every few minutes. In a ten minute span, I think he said "big salad" at least fifteen times. "Eileen just likes big salad. Man, isn't that a big salad? Yeah, it's a big salad. She just likes big salads!" I kept laughing. The beer encouraged me to keep laughing because I've become a lightweight, and being tipsy makes it hard to control my giggles.

Then another guy entered, a short man wearing Croqs, and decided to stir up trouble. By commenting on the big salad. The two men almost got into a fight (over the big salad) and "big salad" was said another twenty or so times. The bartender had to yell at them and told them if they were going to fight, they had to take it outside. He didn't want them talking to each other. Then the big salad was brought up again. And then they finally gave up.

We left and decided to buy beer on the walk home, stopping at the liquor store we've been to a few times. As we were paying for the six pack of Coronas, the guy ringing us in asked us what we were up to tonight. Without shame, I told him we were going home to watch Daisy of Love. He didn't know what we were talking about. The other guy that worked there interrupted and was familiar with Daisy, but we had to explain that it was trashy reality TV about a trashy girl who was famous for being on another trashy show.

When we left, we ended up walking behind people with a dog that kept barking at people. It barked at a homeless man. The homeless guy's response was "down, killah! Someone get this dog a Milkbone!"




...big salad.

Problems

Ipulled off my spacebar in attemptstoclean under itand Ican't figure out how to put itback oncorrectly...thereare hook thingsthat just won'tgo in. Howmuch would it costto have the Mac storeput it back onforme?


WhenI'm typing, I feel likeI haveaspeech impediment.


Also, now I wantto spend allmy money on books.

Update

Real Housewives of NJ: love it. Hysterical. I love that three of them are related because for some reason, that makes it very Jersey-esque for me. Daisy of Love: also love it.

Finishing up Season 2 of Dawson's Creek and Season 1 of Six Feet Under. I finished S1 of Ellen and S9 of Friends (just because), have slowly been catching up on Dollhouse, and am waiting for the DVR to record the last of Real Housewives of NY.


Last week I fell asleep in a window. Two days ago I fell asleep on the roof.

Random.

Painting the roses red. I’m painting my toenails pink, does that count? My hair is a tangled wet mess, pinned up by hair sticks I bought in London. I was told they were made of bone; I didn’t ask what kind. I don’t like how the pink looks. I’d much prefer red, because it’s smoother and looks more realistic on me. The pink sticks out like plastic, an attempt at something fake and cheerful when all I really want is the color of blood on my toes. I handled cables today, let them slide through my fingers. We speak in acronyms; BNC, XLR, EDC, TRF. I’ve never lived with anyone for longer than a couple of months, and the only child in me is screaming right now. I went on the roof for a little while so I wouldn’t have to hear live voices, but the breeze and odd angle of sun rays covered my skin in goosebumps. Now I’m back in my room with Six Feet Under playing just loud enough to block out other things going on inside and outside the apartment, because I can’t actually be alone right now. So apparently I’m never going to be able to live with anyone for an extended period of time, because I go through phases in which I can’t deal with anyone but myself. If that, even, because “myself” for the past few days has been an inconstant ebb and flow of feelings and oddities, ranging from random excitement over the rainbow snake of BNCs to sobbing before I fell asleep last night. I’m self absorbed, typical only child, and don’t like when things don’t go how I want them to. I’m going home tomorrow, thank god, and will be able to sit at the pond by myself and read or drive somewhere for as long as I’d like. The only people I want to see right now are home friends, for whatever reason, although I was fine around EVVYs people yesterday and today. I just want to cook my Ramen, pack, maybe dance, and then pass out early so I can wake up at 7. I need to get out of Boston, even for only a day.

Random thing I love:

Jews. I love really Jewy people. I still don't think Seinfeld is funny, but I enjoy big Jews.


Sometimes my Boston accent slips into Long Island Jew, which makes no sense because I'm not from Long Island, nor am I anywhere close to Jewish.

It's the final countdown

I finished comparing the lesbians and the heteros around 3:15 this morning, after half a pot of coffee had been digested, as well as a grilled cheese on wheat bread. Tip toes were made around the apartment, over my semi-clean floor, around the maze of people and sleeping necessities in the living room, and into the kitchen multiple times in order to refill my little red cup. My brain let me sleep at around 4, after visions of Carmen de la Pica Morales and Bette Porter had finished tap dancing their way through my head. At 8, the final countdown came blaring out of my phone and I contemplated hitting snooze and sleeping for another hour, but then I remembered the zombie storyboards and how I need to type up the shooting schedule and shot list so we can film this weekend. I cut the feminists out of my paper, made them disappear by throwing them into a top hat along with a rabbit. Where did they go? It's magic. At eight thirteen, the themesong from The OC started playing. Molly was calling to tell me her key got stuck in the door. I didn't understand. The door? To our apartment. Oh. The front door? Yeah, the front door. The door downstairs? No, upstairs. The one to our apartment. Oh. I'll get it. Okay. Because I tried, but people were sleeping and it made too much noise. People are still sleeping? Yes. Okay. Then I'll get it. How are you going to get back inside? I don't know. But I got the key out of the door and I put it somewhere in Molly's room. I had an "I want to go to Europe" moment the other day, craving bits of Barcelona and Prague. I haven't seen enough of the world. Not even close. I need to fill up my Facebook maps.

Quotes remind me of people.
“I think there's something peculiar about me that I haven't died. It doesn't make sense but I refuse to die.” ~Judy Garland. That one reminds me of Jocelyn. Don't know why. Jocelyn's a stubborn girl, an April only-child like myself, but more determined and also blonde.

“People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; never throw out anyone.” ~Audrey Hepburn. Morgan. Because she never throws anyone away.

"There are many things in your heart you can never tell to another person. They are you, your private joys and sorrows, and you can never tell them. You cheapen yourself, the inside of yourself, when you tell them." ~Greta Garbo. Chess. Because I don't think I've hit something I haven't been able to tell her yet.

“Joey : Pheebs, you wanna help?
Phoebe : Oh, I wish I could, but I really don't want to.” ~Friends. Becca. Because she appreciates the show just as much as I do. And loves it a little too much. Just like I do.

"For beautiful eyes look for the good in others, for beautiful lips speak only words of kindness, and for poise walk with the knowledge that you are never alone."~Audrey Hepburn. Rachel. Because she's a geniunely nice person and beautiful inside and out.


This entry was longer than I expected. Time for zombies.


Poker Face is about bisexuality. Ahh! They're everywhere! The queers are everywhere!

Randoms.

1. I kind of miss the 02360. "Homes" are now the 02114 (Bean) and 02694 (Mashpee). Oh two six nine four? What? No. Too hard to memorize. The dorms in LA are located (I think) in 90068. THAT DOESN'T START WITH A ZERO. The only place I lived that doesn't start with a zero was the Netherlands, which is different because it's a whole other coding system. Plus, I just refer to that home as "the castle." I don't know how I feel about things that start with nine.

2. I have to give two presentations on Monday. Which means I'm going to be nervous the whole damn day.

3. Out of curiosity, I counted things on my bookshelves. Ninety three movies on DVD, sixty three seasons of television on DVD, fifty two movies on VHS. I gave up trying to count books. That's a lie. I just didn't want to count anymore.

4. I email/Facebook too much.

5. How do you get to know someone without seeming creepy?

I've lost it.

Words have failed me. I don't know how it happened, or when. All I know is that blank pages used to be empty with possibility and I dreaded them a lot less than I do now. Creativity and promise used to mix with the blood in my veins. Now all that's in there is coffee and some nostalgia combined with the want for European cities and gelato. I think I stopped believing in reality when I was at the castle, because we all were focusing on the present instead of the future. I've never gotten over that. It was a semester of self discovery and perfection that was cut short and ended with sleepiness and impatience in an airport in Detroit. One three month period of clarity that stands out in the years of discomfort and "ugh, shoot me now"s that seem to define specific weeks in Boston. This is the week that everyone is unhappy and everything goes wrong; the last thing I want to concentrate on right now is schoolwork, and the blank pages my papers are supposed to be written on are screaming at me because I haven't started. When I was four, I wanted to be a writer. That continued until I was nineteen, and now I stay away from it as much as I can. I've lost the ability to concentrate. My want for anything un-material is almost gone; I've stopped craving love and friendship and now only want to buy shoes, dresses, television on DVD, and books. Maybe a few more pillows to fall into and rest on. Continuous plane tickets to elsewhere. Everything I want to see and do has a monetary value. Paris for 900, Barcelona for 800, New Zealand for 1300, Dubrovnik for 1000. The dots on Orbitz's website blink in time to the Jason Mraz song softly coming out of my speakers, but don't help. Our name is our virtue.

Castle.

I clammed that. (Playing with Wikipedia and Google.)

In the mid-1970s members of the gay community began moving to Provincetown. In 1978 the Provincetown Business Guild (PBG) was formed to promote gay tourism. Today more than 200 businesses belong to the PBG and Provincetown is perhaps the best-known gay summer resort on the East Coast.

Other notable festivals during the year include the Christmas-themed "Holly Folly", "Bear Week", "Mate's Leather Weekend", "Women's Week", "Family Week", "Single Men's Weekend", "Provincetown International Film Festival" and the "Provincetown Jazz Festival." In October, Provincetown sees the arrival of transvestite, transgender and transsexual people for the annual Fantasia Fair. Started in 1975, it is the longest running event of its kind in the USA.


The Cape Cod Canal Railroad Bridge carries railway freight as well as passenger service.


Cedarville is the southeasternmost village in Plymouth, Massachusetts, United States. The village borders Sagamore Beach and Bournedale, both of which are villages of Bourne.

Plymouth (historically known as Plimouth and Plimoth) is a town in Plymouth County, Massachusetts, United States. It is the largest municipality in Massachusetts by area.^[5]

Plymouth Rock is one of Plymouth's most famous attractions. Traditionally, the rock is said to be the disembarkation site of the Pilgrims. However, there is no historical evidence to support this theory. The first identification of Plymouth Rock as the actual landing site was made in 1741 by 94-year-old Thomas Faunce, whose father had arrived in Plymouth in 1623, three years after the arrival of the Mayflower.^[69] The rock is located roughly 650 feet (200 m) from where the initial settlement was thought to be built.

Plymouth Rock became very famous after its identification as the supposed landing site of the Pilgrims, and was subsequently moved to a location in Plymouth Center. During the process, the rock split in two. It was later moved to Pilgrim Hall and then to a location under a granite Victorian Canopy, where it was easily accessible and subject to souvenir hunters. The rock was finally moved back to its original location along the town's waterfront in 1921. "Plymouth Rock", a large boulder, now sits under a granite canopy designed by famed astronomical illustrator Chesley Bonestell, who also designed the Chrysler Building gargoyles and contributed to the design of the Golden Gate Bridge. The rock is the centerpiece of Pilgrim Memorial State Park. The park is the smallest park in the Massachusetts state forest and park system, but is also the most heavily visited.^[70]

Emerson is "the only comprehensive college or university in America dedicated exclusively to communication and the arts in a liberal arts context." It offers over 37 degree programs in the Arts and Communication. Emerson is currently transitioning from a school with a robust literal arts curriculum into a trade school for the entertainment industry.

Also, I think I found the woman whose email is Heather_Manning@Emerson.edu, meaning mine has to be Heather_Manning2.

Heather Manning as the Charge D'Affaires

Heather Manning brings her passion for communications and caffeine addiction to Thunder11 from the MIT News Office, earning her PR stripes by promoting some of the world's most cutting edge technologies, scholars and events. She holds a B.A. in mass communication from Fairfield University, and is currently working on her master's degree in Health Communication in a joint program between Emerson College and Tufts University School of Medicine.

http://www.thunder11.com/whoarewe.html

Yesterday, a group of people called me an emu, which I looked up on google, and it is a bird that can't fly, so they were wrong, because I can fly.

Emerson has cancelled school because of the snow and Allison and I are the only two Emersonians that are unhappy about it. I love my Monday/Wednesday schedule! I don't start until 2 and I have my two seminars back to back, and my professors are great and the classes are interesting. Cancel class tomorrow! Wah. :(

Also, this thing won't let Jessa comment. TODAY IS JUST BAD.


I'm going to spend the day reading for classes, finishing S1 of Lost, (re)reading the third Twilight book, memorizing some Spanish, playing Wii Fit, and pouting.

It's 1 am and I made a pot of coffee for no reason.

Romeo, save me, I've been feeling so alone
I keep waiting for you but you never come
Is this in my head? I don't know what to think
He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring

And said, marry me Juliet
You'll never have to be alone
I love you and that's all I really know
I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress
It's a love story baby just say yes


I'm so ashamed that I downloaded this song and have kept it on repeat. I know I like cheesy things, but this takes the cake. Something's wrong with me. I feel guiltier listening to this than I do listening to the HSM movie soundtracks.

.......

Instead of doing homework, Molly and I made Allison a birthday card. Her birthday isn't until Saturday, but she'll be in Texas and I'll be leaving for Florida. Molly wanted to make it tonight and I'm too impatient to wait until Wednesday or Thursday, so we gave it to her tonight.

.......

"But they're wrong. Because I can fly." http://www.27bslash6.com/kaleth.html

.......

Nicole: kristen is trying to catch our mouse with tupperware and a flashlight
Nicole: did not work
Heather: wtf
Heather: fail
Nicole: yeah
Nicole: then my computer cord brushed up against her leg and she knocked over cookies

.......

If I get the internship with PRock, I'm going to treat myself to the Coach flats and a weekend trip to Spain.