conversation in the grad student computer lounge
SCOTT: man you look a wreck
ME: yeah i'm sick (struggling with jacket). uughh i can't get my zipper to work. uuuu
*stranger walks in complains about something wrong in their life*
SCOTT: guess it's just one of those days...
ME: it feels like a monday. but like, it's a tuesday, you know.
SCOTT: it's Wednesday.
ME: EXACTLY!!
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
babies!!
oh my god i swear to you i look at these pictures and i might die and i weep and i'm so sad i cannot be there and watch him grow up so i make his mom takes millions of pictures and send them to me. seriously!!! DAH!! i asked ivan today if these tears mean my biological clock is ticking. i sure hope not.
bear suit!
bear suit!
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you make it easy...
so cathy has these friends that got married a few months ago, a couple of azians. i have never actually met them but i feel liek i know them via their wedding website. Being the total bitches that we are we mocked their love. we made fun of their proposal story of how
"I slipped my already prepared teal colored box in the trouser pocket and asked ___ to take a midnight stroll with me on Eagle Beach, just outside of our Amsterdam Manor. Under the majestic black sky with millions of sparkling stars, and Venus radiating from above almost as bright as the moon, I surprised ___ by first saying those three words that I've never said to anyone. And as ___ was overcome with pearls of joy..."
two ibankers finding love in Shanghai, pearls of joy, tiffany boxes, venus radiating, recorded duets they sang together on their website...it was all too much for assholes like us. Cathy actually went to the wedding in NYC and said it was quite fabulous, or so she was told. In true cathy fashion she was too drunk to remember. Recently cathy showed me their wedding highlight video. God i love these things!! They always have really cheesy music, and lame shots of "pre wedding jitters" and all that good crap. The wedding actually did look quite beautiful and more importantly, fun. Key moments: the removal of the garter - this has always creeped me out at weddings. like, hello TMI!!! the 3:00 minute marker when some crazy asian man does some spinning dance but the key part and the reason i am making you all watch this video woudl be at time stamp 3:23. Note the small dark asian girl throwing her hands up in the air and jumping. yup, that's cathy.
so here is what is funny. We initially mocked it, as we are apt to do. we had conversations like:
Cri: dude what is this song?
Cath: is this an azzzian song
Cri: i mean it's sexy...i guess? What kind of song woudl you have on your wedding video?
Cath: it's kind of a hard cuessssstion
Cri: my video would have multiple songs with like an intro, the crescendo, the volta, and then the dimunuendo. I'm thinking "just like heaven" and "how deep is your love" thrown in there. obviously it would have lots of shots of drunk mexicans doing crazy shit. and a shot of my dad singing mariachi and taking tequila shots with me
cath: you swear! I don't know, planning a fake wedding video is kind of hard
sometimes i would call cathy and sing to her "never been here. how about you? you smile at my answwwwwer." Point being we mocked it. But then as with all things i mocked i slowly started to love the song, sing it while riding the bus to school "you make it eeeeasssy, to watch the world with love." slowly i began to feel...pearls of joy. yes it's true!! Ugh. So today we had this conversation
Cath: what if i danced to that song at my wedding? i kind of want to
Cri: what if i dance to "smooth operator"
Cath: Ooh sade is so sexy! No but seriously
Cri: (me singing smoother operator in the background)
at 9:06 eastern stadard time we finally gave in. Over a phone meeting we decided to split the cost of the song and purchase it on itunes, that way we could forever feel pearls of joy at all times of day. I mean, i'm listening to it right now. Another interesting thing to note, the song is not in fact by an azian pop group, but rather is by the british electronica band Air, of "sexy boy" fame.
So i say to all of my readers, "How'd you do it? How'd you find me? how did i find you? How can this be true? to be held and understood." this is how you all make me feel.
DUBBS DUBBS!!! SIDENOTE AND TOTALLY OFF TOPIC. HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARA, a woman who truly makes it easy to watch the world in love.
"I slipped my already prepared teal colored box in the trouser pocket and asked ___ to take a midnight stroll with me on Eagle Beach, just outside of our Amsterdam Manor. Under the majestic black sky with millions of sparkling stars, and Venus radiating from above almost as bright as the moon, I surprised ___ by first saying those three words that I've never said to anyone. And as ___ was overcome with pearls of joy..."
two ibankers finding love in Shanghai, pearls of joy, tiffany boxes, venus radiating, recorded duets they sang together on their website...it was all too much for assholes like us. Cathy actually went to the wedding in NYC and said it was quite fabulous, or so she was told. In true cathy fashion she was too drunk to remember. Recently cathy showed me their wedding highlight video. God i love these things!! They always have really cheesy music, and lame shots of "pre wedding jitters" and all that good crap. The wedding actually did look quite beautiful and more importantly, fun. Key moments: the removal of the garter - this has always creeped me out at weddings. like, hello TMI!!! the 3:00 minute marker when some crazy asian man does some spinning dance but the key part and the reason i am making you all watch this video woudl be at time stamp 3:23. Note the small dark asian girl throwing her hands up in the air and jumping. yup, that's cathy.
so here is what is funny. We initially mocked it, as we are apt to do. we had conversations like:
Cri: dude what is this song?
Cath: is this an azzzian song
Cri: i mean it's sexy...i guess? What kind of song woudl you have on your wedding video?
Cath: it's kind of a hard cuessssstion
Cri: my video would have multiple songs with like an intro, the crescendo, the volta, and then the dimunuendo. I'm thinking "just like heaven" and "how deep is your love" thrown in there. obviously it would have lots of shots of drunk mexicans doing crazy shit. and a shot of my dad singing mariachi and taking tequila shots with me
cath: you swear! I don't know, planning a fake wedding video is kind of hard
sometimes i would call cathy and sing to her "never been here. how about you? you smile at my answwwwwer." Point being we mocked it. But then as with all things i mocked i slowly started to love the song, sing it while riding the bus to school "you make it eeeeasssy, to watch the world with love." slowly i began to feel...pearls of joy. yes it's true!! Ugh. So today we had this conversation
Cath: what if i danced to that song at my wedding? i kind of want to
Cri: what if i dance to "smooth operator"
Cath: Ooh sade is so sexy! No but seriously
Cri: (me singing smoother operator in the background)
at 9:06 eastern stadard time we finally gave in. Over a phone meeting we decided to split the cost of the song and purchase it on itunes, that way we could forever feel pearls of joy at all times of day. I mean, i'm listening to it right now. Another interesting thing to note, the song is not in fact by an azian pop group, but rather is by the british electronica band Air, of "sexy boy" fame.
So i say to all of my readers, "How'd you do it? How'd you find me? how did i find you? How can this be true? to be held and understood." this is how you all make me feel.
DUBBS DUBBS!!! SIDENOTE AND TOTALLY OFF TOPIC. HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARA, a woman who truly makes it easy to watch the world in love.
Why I don't watch 24
Email from Toto today.
"You know what pisses me off? When people are obsessed with shows like 24, or Alias, or Grey's, or what have you, and they flip shit if you talk during the show and act like their entire week has been building up to that one hour of television, and then they act like a show like The Hills or some such is so beneath them and such a waste of time. Like hello at least I'm only watching tv because I want something to do during my half hour knitting session instead of just staring at the wall, not because I actually think the show is of good quality. You are the one with terrible taste, not me. Unfortunately I can't read Christopher Hitchens whilst knitting, or else yes, I'ddo that over watching LC agonize over Brody. Inevitably these people will leave the room during a show like the Hills citing "not being able to take it anymore," "wanting to do something productive with [my] time," or after saying something like "I can't believe you watch this." At least I know when my entertainment is entertainment and when it's quality fare. hate!"
I took this opportunity as a jumping point to discuss my feelings about 24 and fare weather tv watchers, namely 24 fans. I admit i have never watched 24 and i refuse to watch it. It's not that i think the show is bad or poorly made. on the contrary i'm sure it is a fantastic show with lots of excitement and suspense and i am almost positive that i would love it and become addicted and watch the whole series in a 5 day period. My main problem wiht shows like 24 and shows that have a very big following are that these are generally not people who watch a lot of tv. Yet people who watch things like 24 assume that because they watch one good show that gives them carte blanche to have opinions on everything that's on tv. Let me explain it in different terms. It's like the movie shawshank. It's a really good movie! But people who see it and never watch good movies suddenly think they are avid film watcher. Or another example, the movie "run lola run." Again an excellent film but peopel who watch it think that it suddenly gives them foreign film cred. One film does not a genre make! To those people i ask, "do you watch 35 hours of television a week? do you!! oh no, ok then shut up about how 24 is the BEST SHOW EVER because really what the fuck do you have to compare it with in your grand arsenal of 3 shows you watch! tell me, what! so don't come and tell me that The Hills is stupid and you only watch good tv. You watch 1 show! 1 show!! In what world does this make you an expert on what is good and what is bad!" now i'm not saying that i know what is good or bad, but i'm saying i feel like i have watched enough television in my life to have comparisons to be able to have some sort of expert cred on these types of topics. So will i ever watch 24? i'd like to be able to say that out of principle i wont', but let's be honest, i have no principles so i most likely will end up watching it at some point in my life.But let's just talk about waht the purpose of television is. It is there for entertaiment value, but we can also learn from it in very indirect ways. Sometimes it acts as a mirror to show us who we are and make us realize our faults, and sometimes it acts as a peep hole into a world that we know nothing about. In the end though, are we not always learnign something whether it be from learning about other countries from anthony bourdain or how to put in a cathetar from meredith gray or learning how the world of the inside elite works on the hillls. So ye who deigns to watch but one hour of "good television" a week, how dare you criticize my and others' choices!
As tory put it,
"enjoy it but cut out the attitude please. If you really needed to 'do something better with your time' you would go read Joyce"
On another note, does anyone out there watch "men in trees" or "what about brian." These shows are both kind of boring and yet, i can't wait to watch them every week. i think they have slowly crept upt to become the most enjoyable 2 hours i have. Perhaps it's that everyone is pretty and well dressed. Or perhaps it's that there is no real drama, no cliffhangers, no shafts, no bombs, no dark man in the shadows to be revealed next season. These are shows about relationships and love and finding happiness alone or with someone. Isn't that what being human is about? I mean, in the end it's just straight up simple tv like felicity and thirtysomething and my so called life, only obviously not as good. but what i'm saying is...i have no one to share my kind of sort of love for these shows. Is anyone out there watching these? have you kind of gotten over the fact that Brian used to be on 7th heaven or that anne heche used to be crazy and a lesbian? because i have. Oh tv kindred spirit, wherefore art thou??
Sunday, January 28, 2007
Extreme Fitness Challenge
so tonight me and the peeps went to our favorite burger joint, Sidetracks. GQ listed it as having the number 19 burger in the country that you have to try before you die. it is indeed a good burger although we had a really shitty waitress who fucked up our orders. No, i hate onions, so i really don't think i ordered a burger with grilled onions, you bitch. Anyways as we chomped down on these burgers we all decided to honker down on what we have been discussing for the past month, the ultimate fitness challenge. Granted none of us are terribly overweight, and we all can walk to class without breaking a sweat but the reality is that we are all grad students and thus are very very very out of shape. So we decided to do individual biggest loser type challenges that range from weight loss to inches on waist to ability to run a certain distance to being able to lift weights and so on and so on. We are all going to put money in a pot and whoever does not achieve their fitness/weight loss goal has to forfeit their money. Whoever does achieve their goal gets to split the money with other goal achievers. My personal challenge is that i woudl like to lose 2 inches from my waist and be able to run 3 miles without stopping. yes, i can't run 3 miles without stopping, i am pathetic. but next year i will have some other ultimate challange and maybe that number will go up to 5. you gotta have goals, people! So i challenge you all tonight, to the ultimate fitness challenge. What are your goals?
chchchchchanges
as you can see i changed my template and added some quotes, photogs, etc. basically. no biggie. I also went back to the last 50 posts and added lables. Yes, i spent my saturday night updating my blog. but i'm sick so i feel like i have an excuse for staying in, and i was bored. the good times are truly killing me.
So sometimes when i read i like to write down quotes that i think are really good. I found some that i had emailed to myself. Do you ever do this? write emails to yourself to remind yourself to do things? i do this all the time. I am really forgettful. Anyways the quotes i wrote down were these.
Jonathan Saffron-Foer
"If I had been someone else in a different world I'd've done something different, but I was myself and the world was the world, so I was silent."
"I thought, it's a shame that we have to live, but it' s a tragedy that we get to live only one life, because if I'd had two lives, I would have spent one of them with her."
"Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all of the lives i'm not living"
Milan Kundera
"Metaphors are dangerous. metaphors are not to be trifled with. a single metaphor can give birth to love."
"In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine."
Dave Eggers
"In this world, in our new world, there will be rocking. WE will pay tribute to musicmakers like Journey, particularly if this is Two-for-Tuesday, which means inevitably that one of the songs will be: "just a small-town girl..."
As you can see I added the ones to the side that i felt succinctly described what this blog was about...looking to the future via nostalgia.
So sometimes when i read i like to write down quotes that i think are really good. I found some that i had emailed to myself. Do you ever do this? write emails to yourself to remind yourself to do things? i do this all the time. I am really forgettful. Anyways the quotes i wrote down were these.
Jonathan Saffron-Foer
"If I had been someone else in a different world I'd've done something different, but I was myself and the world was the world, so I was silent."
"I thought, it's a shame that we have to live, but it' s a tragedy that we get to live only one life, because if I'd had two lives, I would have spent one of them with her."
"Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all of the lives i'm not living"
Milan Kundera
"Metaphors are dangerous. metaphors are not to be trifled with. a single metaphor can give birth to love."
"In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine."
Dave Eggers
"In this world, in our new world, there will be rocking. WE will pay tribute to musicmakers like Journey, particularly if this is Two-for-Tuesday, which means inevitably that one of the songs will be: "just a small-town girl..."
As you can see I added the ones to the side that i felt succinctly described what this blog was about...looking to the future via nostalgia.
Friday, January 26, 2007
ankle boots?
so i've been having these wierd dreams that consist of me shopping, picking out an awesome outfit, and then wearing it out at night to a bar. I'll admit this is kind of wierd but i have to get my fashion fixes somewhere. I mean in the midwest fashion is like "did you see my new merrill clogs!!!" Some of the dreams range from the absurd, like the one where i'm wearing a baby doll jersey dress with leggings and ankle boots, an outfit comprised of everything i am against in this world. Ankle boots! i do not understand you! Here is a mock up of what i was wearing in my dream. bad huh. and yet, i kind of want to try it. i've changed!
Other times i wake up with brilliant new fashion ideas. Like this morning's, where i was wearing a green wrap dress with a really really thick wrap around leather belt. In fact it made me want to go to the mall and shop. Only sad thing was that david called me right as i was getting to the shoes so i didn't get to see what shoes my inner fashion guru had picked for myself. I mean i was thinking perhaps a black boot? I realy don't know. any suggestions? anyways it was a true fashion fantasy. litrrraly
anyways tonight i went to a gymnastics meet which was pretty awesome. I do love teh floor routines. Then we decided to go to Fern's and i brought the magic mic. people were really hesistant at first but then when fern sang "killer queen" we all got really into it. Then i sang toto "africa" and i brought down the house
"The wild dogs cry out in the night
As they grow restless longing for some solitary company
I know that I must do whats right
Sure as kilimanjaro rises like olympus above the serengeti
I seek to cure whats deep inside, frightened of this thing that Ive become
Its gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
Theres nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had"
so good. O's girlfriend did a stunning rendition of "flashdance, what a feeling." Hugo somehow managed to get a 96 with a led zepplin song which was total crap! whatevs!! i brought it back, when i sang "zombie" by the cranberries. 93 bitches!!! Anywyas this went on for a few hours, then we all joined together for one last sing song of the lliiiiiooooneeeellll "all night long." so good. did you knwo that these were the words?
"Were going to party
Karamu, fiesta, forever
Come on and sing along!
All night long! (all night)"
what does karamu mean? is it african for fiesta which is mexican for party? or does karamu mean forever? lionel, what are you talking about!!
ok i have a cold, i need to sleep. perhaps tomorrow i will tell my stories of being a preschool teacher and how these little booger drippers keep getting me sick. yay!
Other times i wake up with brilliant new fashion ideas. Like this morning's, where i was wearing a green wrap dress with a really really thick wrap around leather belt. In fact it made me want to go to the mall and shop. Only sad thing was that david called me right as i was getting to the shoes so i didn't get to see what shoes my inner fashion guru had picked for myself. I mean i was thinking perhaps a black boot? I realy don't know. any suggestions? anyways it was a true fashion fantasy. litrrraly
anyways tonight i went to a gymnastics meet which was pretty awesome. I do love teh floor routines. Then we decided to go to Fern's and i brought the magic mic. people were really hesistant at first but then when fern sang "killer queen" we all got really into it. Then i sang toto "africa" and i brought down the house
"The wild dogs cry out in the night
As they grow restless longing for some solitary company
I know that I must do whats right
Sure as kilimanjaro rises like olympus above the serengeti
I seek to cure whats deep inside, frightened of this thing that Ive become
Its gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
Theres nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had"
so good. O's girlfriend did a stunning rendition of "flashdance, what a feeling." Hugo somehow managed to get a 96 with a led zepplin song which was total crap! whatevs!! i brought it back, when i sang "zombie" by the cranberries. 93 bitches!!! Anywyas this went on for a few hours, then we all joined together for one last sing song of the lliiiiiooooneeeellll "all night long." so good. did you knwo that these were the words?
"Were going to party
Karamu, fiesta, forever
Come on and sing along!
All night long! (all night)"
what does karamu mean? is it african for fiesta which is mexican for party? or does karamu mean forever? lionel, what are you talking about!!
ok i have a cold, i need to sleep. perhaps tomorrow i will tell my stories of being a preschool teacher and how these little booger drippers keep getting me sick. yay!
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
the Poker Game of Life
So i just got back from the market. Here are the things i purchased
- Supplements: more psyllium and flax seed oil, women's vitamins (this at the behest of bob greene who last week on oprah talked about how sometimes even though we are healthy we do not get all of our vitamins and minerals. Dude if oprah listens to him i will too. Plus i have been feeling very like lacking in betakeratin or something, i dont' know).
- 2 bags frozen vegetables
- fiber products: whole grain bread, fiber crackers
- snacks: almond butter, nuts
- other: bag mixed greens, soy milk
so I realized that i essentially live off of frozen foods, vitamins, and fiber products. I don't know what this says about me as a person. do i have no taste buds? today has been an off day. I went to meet with my advisor who did not show up so i had this whole like 40 minute round trip bus excursion for nothing. awesome! and then on the way there i had the dreamgirls song stuck in my head and every few minutes without even realizing i'd burst out in falsetto "dreamgirls will never leave you!" i only realized i was doing it when i was crossing the street and this girl gave me a really wierd look. And then i realized i blurted in her face without thinking "dreamgirls will neeeeever leave you!!" stupid beyonce.
This is going to be a totally off topic tangent but today in my social development class we were talking about the whole nature vs. nurture argument. Are our genes stronger than our environment or vice versa? Anyways the prof was telling us how there is a mathematical breakdown for what percentage of genes we have of our relatives. I mean it's on average, but still. So we share 50% of our genes with each parent, 25% with each grand parent etc etc. Then i started thinking about my various blood relatives. Do you ever look at your family and think "am i seriously related to these people??" It kind of scares me sometimes. Anyways so then we had read these articles that talked about how in an ideal world if our environments offered us every opportunity imaginable our genes would guide us to things that we are genetically inclined to do. So then one girl talked about how this is a pretty ridiculous notion because in reality we are all deprived of something that our environment did not provide for us. I began to think about how i should have been a dancer, and who knows, perhaps genetically i could have been a great dancer, but damnit my environment did not allow for this. Le sigh And then i was looking over and this girl had like one of those big bags of reeses peanut butter cups, the little ones. And an hour later she at eteh whole thing!! who jsut eats the mini cups from the giant bag liek that???
annnnyways that was not what i intended to discuss tonight. Tonight i wanted to discuss the poker game of life. about a week ago my friend pinged me and said "would you call me selfish." Well the obvious response was "not to your face" which would then lead into a long 10 minute conversation where we could only respond in phrases from the movie Clueless. But this time he really meant it. Anyways on his quest to better himself the rest of us started thinking about ourselves, our issues, self esteem and all that crap. Apparently people think that i am very difficult to analyze because i keep my cards close to myself. Well upon hearing this i was shocked. Never have i thought myself to be the kind of person who undershares and 10 years later peopel say "i know nothing about her." On the contrary i felt that i was always too much of an oversharer and that i need ot hold back sometimes. This led me to my extended metaphor.
Ok so in the poker game of life i have always felt that i was that person who can't bluff. I was that person who would say "ugh guys, i got a pair of 2's, i'm out!" On the other hand Bobby is the kind of person who bluffs like he has a straight flush but really he has a pair of queens (no pun intended). Ivan on the other hand has a full house in his hand but all he sees is the one pair and consequently he says "ugh guys i hate poker! all i have are two 4's!" now i didn't really go beyond these three peopel but it was quite astounding to me how my impression of myself as teh oversharer in the poker game who can't bluff, in fact is quite the opposite of what others think. They view me as the overly cautious player who perhaps doesn't lie but doesn't tell everyone what she has. Isn't it true that we are so close to ourselves that we can never really see ourselves. This all reminds me of the time in junior high when my friends and I played this game called "Slam." The way the game is played is each person puts their name on teh top of a separate sheet of paper with one side saying "good" and one side saying "bad". You pass the paper around teh circle and each new person who gets the paper writes good things and bad things, whatever comes to mind. We obviously made the rule that you had to write at least one good thing cuz we weren't that mean but i think what was more interesting to all of us were teh bad things that we would say about each other. Mind you, we had all known each other since preschool. So in the end we foudn otu alot about ourselves and how others view us, and i still have that paper to this day. I feel liek this whole "would you call me selfish" thing is kind of like that, only with a lot less crying.
So i suggest you ask a friend today "would you call me selfish?" or whatever other question happens to be bothering you. who are you in the poker game of life?
- Supplements: more psyllium and flax seed oil, women's vitamins (this at the behest of bob greene who last week on oprah talked about how sometimes even though we are healthy we do not get all of our vitamins and minerals. Dude if oprah listens to him i will too. Plus i have been feeling very like lacking in betakeratin or something, i dont' know).
- 2 bags frozen vegetables
- fiber products: whole grain bread, fiber crackers
- snacks: almond butter, nuts
- other: bag mixed greens, soy milk
so I realized that i essentially live off of frozen foods, vitamins, and fiber products. I don't know what this says about me as a person. do i have no taste buds? today has been an off day. I went to meet with my advisor who did not show up so i had this whole like 40 minute round trip bus excursion for nothing. awesome! and then on the way there i had the dreamgirls song stuck in my head and every few minutes without even realizing i'd burst out in falsetto "dreamgirls will never leave you!" i only realized i was doing it when i was crossing the street and this girl gave me a really wierd look. And then i realized i blurted in her face without thinking "dreamgirls will neeeeever leave you!!" stupid beyonce.
This is going to be a totally off topic tangent but today in my social development class we were talking about the whole nature vs. nurture argument. Are our genes stronger than our environment or vice versa? Anyways the prof was telling us how there is a mathematical breakdown for what percentage of genes we have of our relatives. I mean it's on average, but still. So we share 50% of our genes with each parent, 25% with each grand parent etc etc. Then i started thinking about my various blood relatives. Do you ever look at your family and think "am i seriously related to these people??" It kind of scares me sometimes. Anyways so then we had read these articles that talked about how in an ideal world if our environments offered us every opportunity imaginable our genes would guide us to things that we are genetically inclined to do. So then one girl talked about how this is a pretty ridiculous notion because in reality we are all deprived of something that our environment did not provide for us. I began to think about how i should have been a dancer, and who knows, perhaps genetically i could have been a great dancer, but damnit my environment did not allow for this. Le sigh And then i was looking over and this girl had like one of those big bags of reeses peanut butter cups, the little ones. And an hour later she at eteh whole thing!! who jsut eats the mini cups from the giant bag liek that???
annnnyways that was not what i intended to discuss tonight. Tonight i wanted to discuss the poker game of life. about a week ago my friend pinged me and said "would you call me selfish." Well the obvious response was "not to your face" which would then lead into a long 10 minute conversation where we could only respond in phrases from the movie Clueless. But this time he really meant it. Anyways on his quest to better himself the rest of us started thinking about ourselves, our issues, self esteem and all that crap. Apparently people think that i am very difficult to analyze because i keep my cards close to myself. Well upon hearing this i was shocked. Never have i thought myself to be the kind of person who undershares and 10 years later peopel say "i know nothing about her." On the contrary i felt that i was always too much of an oversharer and that i need ot hold back sometimes. This led me to my extended metaphor.
Ok so in the poker game of life i have always felt that i was that person who can't bluff. I was that person who would say "ugh guys, i got a pair of 2's, i'm out!" On the other hand Bobby is the kind of person who bluffs like he has a straight flush but really he has a pair of queens (no pun intended). Ivan on the other hand has a full house in his hand but all he sees is the one pair and consequently he says "ugh guys i hate poker! all i have are two 4's!" now i didn't really go beyond these three peopel but it was quite astounding to me how my impression of myself as teh oversharer in the poker game who can't bluff, in fact is quite the opposite of what others think. They view me as the overly cautious player who perhaps doesn't lie but doesn't tell everyone what she has. Isn't it true that we are so close to ourselves that we can never really see ourselves. This all reminds me of the time in junior high when my friends and I played this game called "Slam." The way the game is played is each person puts their name on teh top of a separate sheet of paper with one side saying "good" and one side saying "bad". You pass the paper around teh circle and each new person who gets the paper writes good things and bad things, whatever comes to mind. We obviously made the rule that you had to write at least one good thing cuz we weren't that mean but i think what was more interesting to all of us were teh bad things that we would say about each other. Mind you, we had all known each other since preschool. So in the end we foudn otu alot about ourselves and how others view us, and i still have that paper to this day. I feel liek this whole "would you call me selfish" thing is kind of like that, only with a lot less crying.
So i suggest you ask a friend today "would you call me selfish?" or whatever other question happens to be bothering you. who are you in the poker game of life?
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
From the mouth of The TorTor
guest blog, guest blog, GUEST BLOG!! it's time for that good old thing we call a guest blog. tonight i have the musings of my good friend TorTor. Tory and i met living in the hippy commune a couple of years age. We would bond over things like kombucha tea and hatred of 7th heaven, knitting, and our love of felicity and all things angela chase. We talk about tv characters liek they are our friends: "what would felicity say." "I had an angela moment." and we love to philosophy the ways in which we can truncate the english language. Anyways tortor was the one who reminded me about that Heather Nova song, so in honor of this i give you tortor's ellucidations on "i'm alive, i'm a mess." She did it more justice than i ever could.
Now here's the thing about "London Rain" (this is going to be rambling and ragged but it comes from my heart. Which I will give, along with my shoulder, over and over, because it's what Felicity would do): it is essentially a happy song, a celebration of coming home to a home, a home that is someone, someone who is your home regardless of where they are. Now, this might not be what one would initially think upon hearing "I'm alive I'm a mess." One might think that this person is deranged, out of her wits, ooc, as it were, perhaps in a destructive relationship or one of unhealthy dependence. What I have noticed is that the song consists of a series of redundancies. The first line is one example, for it is clear that "you" is synonymous with the idea of "home," so "to come home to you" is an overemphasizing of the intensity with which our dear Miss Nova identifies her loved one as her true home. Another example might be "changes beyond my dreams," for clearly Miss Nova has lofty dreams and what are dreams really other than life changes? Again, like "I'm alive I'm a mess," "changes beyond my dreams" might initially seem to denote an instability when really it is a simple statement of inevitable fact. Our dreams, despite being of ourselves, are not containable, not completely moldable, and even while we realize them they are ever-shifting, sometimes changing without us even knowing.
Sometimes, pardon the gravitas, we even realize dreams that we were not aware we had in the first place. Same goes for "changes beyond my grasp." A change that is wholly within one's grasp is not the sort of change that one is particularly compelled to sing about or reference as noteworthy. A change beyond one's grasp is the only kind of change worth having. It is the only way you know you are moving forward rather than side to side. This isn't to belittle a nice horizontal shift, but when you're really in it, like if you're so in it right now, then the changes are totes going to be beyond your grasp, and this isn't a bad thing. The verse ends with "things I'm sinking in," once again a line that could communicate a feeling of helplessness. However, "sinking in" is not necessarily a negative thing. While changes and developments take time to sink in, so does one sink into things, situations, roles, etc. She is sinking into something new, but in a "sink your teeth into" sort of way. It might be a little scary, but at least she's going full bore. Then comes the great solace of the song, which is that there is this human presence that both gives and receives comfort. As Nina Simone and Shelley Duvall have reminded us before, the feeling of "he needs me" is one that can sometimes surpass even the importance of "he loves me." Perhaps it is that when someone loves, one can be sharing only strength, but when one admits need one is sharing a weakness, something much more difficult to reveal or fabricate.
Which takes me back to "I'm alive I'm a mess," which is another redundancy. Being alive is inevitably being a mess, but not an irresolvable mess, or even a mess that needs to be resolved in the first place. To claim to be a mess is simply to acknowledge your state of being alive, is sometimes the best way to remind yourself that you are alive at all. Miss Nova and our dear Felicity are those types who would sooner not be alive than not be a mess, who revel in and accept the inevitable messiness of life with gusto rather than complaint. To greet the day with a hearty "I'm alive I'm a mess" is more of a statement of constancy than helplessness, it is a reassuringly constant yet subtly shifting state that keeps us free from apathy and impassivity.
So that's that, I'm going to go listen to "Pass In Time" on repeat.
to
So anyways in response to my feelings about possibly being too old for online communitites she responded "I think that the reason i am too old for them is that all they do is bring back sad memories of when i used to be a nice person and remind me of all the people i've lost touch with who, when I'm not under the influence of debilitating nostalgia, I realize left mylife for a reason." As we say in the mother tongue, PALABRA!!
Come back later to read about my extended metaphor of life being like a game of poker and how i suck at it.
Now here's the thing about "London Rain" (this is going to be rambling and ragged but it comes from my heart. Which I will give, along with my shoulder, over and over, because it's what Felicity would do): it is essentially a happy song, a celebration of coming home to a home, a home that is someone, someone who is your home regardless of where they are. Now, this might not be what one would initially think upon hearing "I'm alive I'm a mess." One might think that this person is deranged, out of her wits, ooc, as it were, perhaps in a destructive relationship or one of unhealthy dependence. What I have noticed is that the song consists of a series of redundancies. The first line is one example, for it is clear that "you" is synonymous with the idea of "home," so "to come home to you" is an overemphasizing of the intensity with which our dear Miss Nova identifies her loved one as her true home. Another example might be "changes beyond my dreams," for clearly Miss Nova has lofty dreams and what are dreams really other than life changes? Again, like "I'm alive I'm a mess," "changes beyond my dreams" might initially seem to denote an instability when really it is a simple statement of inevitable fact. Our dreams, despite being of ourselves, are not containable, not completely moldable, and even while we realize them they are ever-shifting, sometimes changing without us even knowing.
Sometimes, pardon the gravitas, we even realize dreams that we were not aware we had in the first place. Same goes for "changes beyond my grasp." A change that is wholly within one's grasp is not the sort of change that one is particularly compelled to sing about or reference as noteworthy. A change beyond one's grasp is the only kind of change worth having. It is the only way you know you are moving forward rather than side to side. This isn't to belittle a nice horizontal shift, but when you're really in it, like if you're so in it right now, then the changes are totes going to be beyond your grasp, and this isn't a bad thing. The verse ends with "things I'm sinking in," once again a line that could communicate a feeling of helplessness. However, "sinking in" is not necessarily a negative thing. While changes and developments take time to sink in, so does one sink into things, situations, roles, etc. She is sinking into something new, but in a "sink your teeth into" sort of way. It might be a little scary, but at least she's going full bore. Then comes the great solace of the song, which is that there is this human presence that both gives and receives comfort. As Nina Simone and Shelley Duvall have reminded us before, the feeling of "he needs me" is one that can sometimes surpass even the importance of "he loves me." Perhaps it is that when someone loves, one can be sharing only strength, but when one admits need one is sharing a weakness, something much more difficult to reveal or fabricate.
Which takes me back to "I'm alive I'm a mess," which is another redundancy. Being alive is inevitably being a mess, but not an irresolvable mess, or even a mess that needs to be resolved in the first place. To claim to be a mess is simply to acknowledge your state of being alive, is sometimes the best way to remind yourself that you are alive at all. Miss Nova and our dear Felicity are those types who would sooner not be alive than not be a mess, who revel in and accept the inevitable messiness of life with gusto rather than complaint. To greet the day with a hearty "I'm alive I'm a mess" is more of a statement of constancy than helplessness, it is a reassuringly constant yet subtly shifting state that keeps us free from apathy and impassivity.
So that's that, I'm going to go listen to "Pass In Time" on repeat.
to
So anyways in response to my feelings about possibly being too old for online communitites she responded "I think that the reason i am too old for them is that all they do is bring back sad memories of when i used to be a nice person and remind me of all the people i've lost touch with who, when I'm not under the influence of debilitating nostalgia, I realize left mylife for a reason." As we say in the mother tongue, PALABRA!!
Come back later to read about my extended metaphor of life being like a game of poker and how i suck at it.
Monday, January 22, 2007
I'm alive, i'm a mess
This is a phrase has been uttered by me on many many occasions because sometimes it's the only way to express how i feel. and then today i was talking to Tortor and she was like "my mantra these days is 'i'm alive i'm a mess.'" truth! truth!! Etimology of the phrase. There used to be this awesome singer in the 90's named Heather Nova and her voice was like that of a siren and she would sing these really good strummy la la songs for shows like Dawson's creek and felicity and we all know how much i love dawson's creek and felicity. anyways the songs were just so appropriate to being a woman sometimes. So the lyrics go
I'm coming home to you
i'm alive i'm a mess
...
and it goes on to talking about her man and the rain and how nothing heels her like him and stuff but the line resonates.
anyways i have alwyas felt that these lines really express how i feel on a daily basis, and i often start long emails to my bitches with this phrase. Because really i'm here, i'm focussed, i got my shit together, but goddamn i am a hot mess! And i mean that in the literal and figurative sense. Liek i've got my life in order but i have no fucking clue what i'm doing. And isn't that just the way life is?
so i've been thinking alot about aging, and all this has mainly been prompted by the fact that i found 4 gray hairs, short ones and long ones, while i was blowdrying my hair on saturday night. My first thought was "has it really been this long since i've blow dryed my hair that i didn't even notice i had grays! have i let myself go?" my second thought was "fuck, this is it!" My dad went gray around 24, so my time might actually be up. And then i've been waking up and watching vh1 in the morning as i get ready and they tell me the "hip new artists to watch out for" and the thing is I ACTUALLY LIKE THEIR CHOICE OF HIP NEW ARTISTS! vh1 is cool to me now! and the other day i tried to watch an episode of super sweet 16 and i could not sit through it. and real world....over it. I mean...vh1? and i like to watch shows like "how i met your mother" because it's a really good show! it's about peopel my age trying to find themselves, some of them in grad school. It's liek friends only they hang out at a bar instead of a coffee hous eand they reminisce about college and smoke pot and go on trips and do fun stuff. actualy now that i think about it i'm remembering how we realized one night that the firends characters were all our age when the show started. wow. It's like that scene in when harry met sally when she's like ranting about life and she goes
sally: and i'm going to be 40!!
harry: when??
sally: someday!
harry: in 8 years
sally: but it's there. It's just sitting there like some big dead end.
and she goes on to weep, but i think if we substituted this with 30 it woudl kind of show you exactly how i feel. I'm alive, i'm a mess.
So anyways to all the ladies out there. If you come home, throw down your keys and your gloves, throw on some pj's, heat up a lean cuisine because sometimes cooking can be draining, and you cuddle up with your television remote to a nice gchat conversationwiht friends, then you too are alive but a mess, and you know what, that is ok.
on another note i think i'm getting too old for online communities like facebook and myspace. any thoughts on this? it's just something i've been thinking about.
I'm coming home to you
i'm alive i'm a mess
...
and it goes on to talking about her man and the rain and how nothing heels her like him and stuff but the line resonates.
anyways i have alwyas felt that these lines really express how i feel on a daily basis, and i often start long emails to my bitches with this phrase. Because really i'm here, i'm focussed, i got my shit together, but goddamn i am a hot mess! And i mean that in the literal and figurative sense. Liek i've got my life in order but i have no fucking clue what i'm doing. And isn't that just the way life is?
so i've been thinking alot about aging, and all this has mainly been prompted by the fact that i found 4 gray hairs, short ones and long ones, while i was blowdrying my hair on saturday night. My first thought was "has it really been this long since i've blow dryed my hair that i didn't even notice i had grays! have i let myself go?" my second thought was "fuck, this is it!" My dad went gray around 24, so my time might actually be up. And then i've been waking up and watching vh1 in the morning as i get ready and they tell me the "hip new artists to watch out for" and the thing is I ACTUALLY LIKE THEIR CHOICE OF HIP NEW ARTISTS! vh1 is cool to me now! and the other day i tried to watch an episode of super sweet 16 and i could not sit through it. and real world....over it. I mean...vh1? and i like to watch shows like "how i met your mother" because it's a really good show! it's about peopel my age trying to find themselves, some of them in grad school. It's liek friends only they hang out at a bar instead of a coffee hous eand they reminisce about college and smoke pot and go on trips and do fun stuff. actualy now that i think about it i'm remembering how we realized one night that the firends characters were all our age when the show started. wow. It's like that scene in when harry met sally when she's like ranting about life and she goes
sally: and i'm going to be 40!!
harry: when??
sally: someday!
harry: in 8 years
sally: but it's there. It's just sitting there like some big dead end.
and she goes on to weep, but i think if we substituted this with 30 it woudl kind of show you exactly how i feel. I'm alive, i'm a mess.
So anyways to all the ladies out there. If you come home, throw down your keys and your gloves, throw on some pj's, heat up a lean cuisine because sometimes cooking can be draining, and you cuddle up with your television remote to a nice gchat conversationwiht friends, then you too are alive but a mess, and you know what, that is ok.
on another note i think i'm getting too old for online communities like facebook and myspace. any thoughts on this? it's just something i've been thinking about.
Sunday, January 21, 2007
night on the town
fuck i am drunk! for many reasons
a) grad school sucks. this is always the main reason for being drunk at 2:20 am. grad school really sucks sometimes, as do the people.
b) I found 4 gray hairs gonight. Guys, is it life, is it grad school, is it the general stress of "what am i going to do long term" i dont know what it is but i found 4 gray hairs as i was attempting to "look cute" tonight. "lookking cute" in grad schools happen pretty rarely and when yiou do it people say thing slike "wow you look GOOD!" or "WOW u usually wear that sweatshirt and have the hood on and U LOOK REALLY GOOD RIGHT NOW." and basicallly it all makes you feel like you genearllly look like shit. so i showed some cleavage and wore some tight jeans and basicallyy what it all comes down to is my theory that if you dress real cute in the midwest it's the same as dressing semi cute in california
c) watching decently attractiv men in desperation hook up with very unatractive women. I feel like this happens very often and everyone is like "i see why you want to hook up wiht her cuz it's been a long time" but also says "seriously thought, DO NOT HOOK UP WITH HER. you are way better than that." I think this is just a life thing and it happens all the time, so what can you say to it.
d) oh grad school, what else can i say but "oooooooooooooooooh"
fuck i'm HELLA drunk.
a) grad school sucks. this is always the main reason for being drunk at 2:20 am. grad school really sucks sometimes, as do the people.
b) I found 4 gray hairs gonight. Guys, is it life, is it grad school, is it the general stress of "what am i going to do long term" i dont know what it is but i found 4 gray hairs as i was attempting to "look cute" tonight. "lookking cute" in grad schools happen pretty rarely and when yiou do it people say thing slike "wow you look GOOD!" or "WOW u usually wear that sweatshirt and have the hood on and U LOOK REALLY GOOD RIGHT NOW." and basicallly it all makes you feel like you genearllly look like shit. so i showed some cleavage and wore some tight jeans and basicallyy what it all comes down to is my theory that if you dress real cute in the midwest it's the same as dressing semi cute in california
c) watching decently attractiv men in desperation hook up with very unatractive women. I feel like this happens very often and everyone is like "i see why you want to hook up wiht her cuz it's been a long time" but also says "seriously thought, DO NOT HOOK UP WITH HER. you are way better than that." I think this is just a life thing and it happens all the time, so what can you say to it.
d) oh grad school, what else can i say but "oooooooooooooooooh"
fuck i'm HELLA drunk.
Friday, January 19, 2007
The ice storm: epilogue
so our department secretary informed me today that in fact ice storms are pretty rare and the kind we got doesn't happen that often. This is kind of a bummer. Being a winter virgin i just assumed the awesome glassy glaze over the trees would be around for the whole winter, but alas i went outside today to see just plane old bark. boo!! So yeah usually after ice storms all the ice melts off so by the morning you can't see the awesomness. But because it was so cold teh ice stayed frozen for 3 days, a pretty long time for that to happen, and when the sun hit it it created the awesome crystal effect. So now 4 days later the ice is all gone and all i can think is, "damnit why didn't i take more pictures?!" life is full of coulda shoulda woulda's, and we might not get a storm like this one for another few years so people i tell you, seize the day and all that crap. I wish i was a photographer and had a digital SLR camera. someday...someday
Boardgames and people who suck at them
Case, this post is for you,
so tonight we had a little pot luck dinner for the return of Jen from her homeland of singapore. We were all very excited as Jen is kind of totally awesome. Anyways afterwards we decided to all play cranium which leads me to my next topic. What is up with grad students (and i guess people in general's) lack of knowledge about things that i consider basic? I mean ok, i sucked at the real trivial pursuit when i played at Casey's house but those were actual hard questions and i was very upset about the whole thing.
But like seriously. Who doesn't know who Zsa Zsa Gabore is? now I'm not saying that you have to give me every film she has ever been in but i'm talking just general, you know that she was an actress, or....a person. Someone said "wait ok so where is that?" It's a person!! an actress! gahhh. But my team was bomb and we essentially lapped the other teams. We had Jen and this kid Scott who has my level of knowledge on pop culture, thus he gets things when i act them out and hum them, and he's good at trivia and words games, which we were not. If he were good at sports i would add him to my all star trivia team. And jen and i, well jen and i are just relaly competitive and driven. But i've found that my key talent is not necessarily my acting skills, or drawing skills, or Humming skills (although i'm a damn good hummer). But my key talent is that i usually know who the people are, what the books are, who the bands and singers are. Have you ever been playing a game and someone picks up the clue and is liek "what is this???" that almost never happens to me, and so consequently i can almost always figure out a way to get the message across to my team as i know what i'm talking about. but alas sometimes my team does not know who i am talking about and so even my knowledge of all things media does not help.
No no but wait, the worst was when this one team, "UPS-What can brown do for you" (an indian and 2 black guys) got the clue "director of the 'brat pack" movies." Now at this point scott and i were liek EASY EASY WE KNOW IT!! but the question goes on, which i felt was unnecessary "such as breakfast club, sixteen candles, ferris bueller's day off." They were stumped. At this point i was the clue reader so i started singing "man in motion" for them but only my team was really laughing cuz the rest of the room was like what the fuck is she doing. So they did not get the answer!! and they were like "dude we are black! why would we know this!" and i was like "dude i am mexican and i know this!!" and at the end me and scott were liek "JOHN HUGHES!!" now to me i felt that was a really easy question. I mean it's all relative right. So point being...if these people were to play the intense game of charades that was played Tahoe 2006 they would have been anihilated. I mean seriously, most intense game of charades EVER!!! I mean when you have team members who can act out and guess "jacque cousteau" and "Obsessive Compulsive Disorder" in under 2 seconds you clearly have a team of winners.
so i don't know what my point is. My point is i miss my peeps. tonight is a chill night. Sometimes i'ts nice to have chill nights in grad school because you forget to do things like eat, and shower and watch tv and do your nails and stuff. So tonight I
plucked my eybrows
cut my finger nails
gave myself a pedicure
put V05 hot oil in my hair (yes, i did a hair treatment. who am i?)
and then i blowm dryed my hair, something i never have time to do anymore.
and you know what, in the end, it has truly been a glorious night.
so tonight we had a little pot luck dinner for the return of Jen from her homeland of singapore. We were all very excited as Jen is kind of totally awesome. Anyways afterwards we decided to all play cranium which leads me to my next topic. What is up with grad students (and i guess people in general's) lack of knowledge about things that i consider basic? I mean ok, i sucked at the real trivial pursuit when i played at Casey's house but those were actual hard questions and i was very upset about the whole thing.
But like seriously. Who doesn't know who Zsa Zsa Gabore is? now I'm not saying that you have to give me every film she has ever been in but i'm talking just general, you know that she was an actress, or....a person. Someone said "wait ok so where is that?" It's a person!! an actress! gahhh. But my team was bomb and we essentially lapped the other teams. We had Jen and this kid Scott who has my level of knowledge on pop culture, thus he gets things when i act them out and hum them, and he's good at trivia and words games, which we were not. If he were good at sports i would add him to my all star trivia team. And jen and i, well jen and i are just relaly competitive and driven. But i've found that my key talent is not necessarily my acting skills, or drawing skills, or Humming skills (although i'm a damn good hummer). But my key talent is that i usually know who the people are, what the books are, who the bands and singers are. Have you ever been playing a game and someone picks up the clue and is liek "what is this???" that almost never happens to me, and so consequently i can almost always figure out a way to get the message across to my team as i know what i'm talking about. but alas sometimes my team does not know who i am talking about and so even my knowledge of all things media does not help.
No no but wait, the worst was when this one team, "UPS-What can brown do for you" (an indian and 2 black guys) got the clue "director of the 'brat pack" movies." Now at this point scott and i were liek EASY EASY WE KNOW IT!! but the question goes on, which i felt was unnecessary "such as breakfast club, sixteen candles, ferris bueller's day off." They were stumped. At this point i was the clue reader so i started singing "man in motion" for them but only my team was really laughing cuz the rest of the room was like what the fuck is she doing. So they did not get the answer!! and they were like "dude we are black! why would we know this!" and i was like "dude i am mexican and i know this!!" and at the end me and scott were liek "JOHN HUGHES!!" now to me i felt that was a really easy question. I mean it's all relative right. So point being...if these people were to play the intense game of charades that was played Tahoe 2006 they would have been anihilated. I mean seriously, most intense game of charades EVER!!! I mean when you have team members who can act out and guess "jacque cousteau" and "Obsessive Compulsive Disorder" in under 2 seconds you clearly have a team of winners.
so i don't know what my point is. My point is i miss my peeps. tonight is a chill night. Sometimes i'ts nice to have chill nights in grad school because you forget to do things like eat, and shower and watch tv and do your nails and stuff. So tonight I
plucked my eybrows
cut my finger nails
gave myself a pedicure
put V05 hot oil in my hair (yes, i did a hair treatment. who am i?)
and then i blowm dryed my hair, something i never have time to do anymore.
and you know what, in the end, it has truly been a glorious night.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
confession time:
after the crystals of the ice storm wash away, and after the snow melts, it's just FUCKING COLD! it's cold and wet. and I'm sick or i might have meningitus or something. I don't know. My whole back hurts and i kind of have a fever but kind of not. It's that cold where it just hurts and all you want to do is get in bed because bed is the only warm place (and only after lying in it for 10 minutes to get it warmed up). God is this what peopel live in all the time!! why would you leave california!! damn education! And to top it off i have lowered myself to watchign American Idol. I hate american idol. A few years back my mom and i had a pact that we would not watch it because as she says "it promotes mediocrity and i do not promote america's love of mediocrity." she said this in response to the fact that she felt that good people got voted off while bad peopel stayed on cuz they had votes. But this year i kind of just wanted to watch the train wreck that is paula abdul. Was she on crack last night? i think so. Some guy just came in dressed as uncle sam and he sucked so paula's like, "next season he'll be dressed as in Indian cheif" and simon comes back with what i think was some kind of Indian sound like "bowwowowow" which i thought....wow that is REALLY offensive. Leave the native american's alone already, people!
you know what, let's just turn this into a good old am idol liveblog!! Obviously all the time stamps are off since i'll be fastforwarding and watching it an hour later but i feel liek they give you context so i will leave them.
9:00
OH shit some girl is coming on who refers to herself as "the hotness"! haha this is hilars. She sounds like mariah and she's kidn of got that mariah cookyness going on. I just love that she refers to herself as the "hotness" because she has a spicy personality. did you ever see that movie "cry baby"? She kind of looks like hatchetface from that movie. hatchetface was NOT the hotness. Oh my god she's having like a panting orgasm while singing. i love it!
9:06
the hotness: "pinion don't mean nuttin" (translation, you're opinion simon doesn't mean anything)
simon: "then why are you here?"
the hotness: "cuz you don't leave no stone unturned, whatchu know bout music"
what does that even mean???
9:09
the hotness has left the room!! "i was just TOO hot for him". INDEED!
9:17
this fat asian chick is singing the song from mulan. this may be one of the saddest things i have ever seen. she is so bad.
9:20
Mischa aka Darwin has like the droopiest boobs ever. her nipples are at her waste. hhha she said she picked her outfit cuz it's sexy. pan down shot: gold button down shiny shirt, frumpy skirt, black tights, orthopedic sneakers!! please let her be a good singer.
9:22
oh my god oh my god oh my god (i litrrrally just said this out loud to myself) she is singing "don't cha" by the pussycat dolls. i love this women. ha paula just looked at the camera and mouths 'oh my god." When paula thinks you are crazy that speaks volumes. oh my god sing already!!!
9:24
my dreams shattered. she sucks. damnit! i was rooting for you darwin! As many a prospective idol have done, Darwin chalks it up to nerves.
9:28
yes Ryan, tell me again for the bagilionth time how much it rains in seattle. Really? i had no idea. Oh even better, play milli vanilli "blame it on the rain." nice
9:38
Chubby woman is wearing a professional outfit with some kind of pink mesh body suit underneath. i kind of love it. I love how simon looks at all fat people who come on this show with such utter disgust. haha. oh simon, you slay me. Oh snap body suit girl is pretty decent. Ok wait now she went high and missed a note. if she were thin and hot they would totally have let her go. Simon: "what was that net she was wearing. It looked liek she'd been caught in a net."
9:47
oh a nice indian brother and sister team! their dad sings classical indian music. oh wow the sister has huge breasts. i kind of love them. please please don't suck! Wow paula just totally fucked up her name. It's shamali, not too hard. Paula's like "shayamayakali?" It's not hawaiin Paula! Oh she's good! yes i'm so happy. and she's cute. and not blonde and blue eyed!None of the red states are gonna vote for this girl. so sad. Come on indian community! rally!
9:50
why does Paula do that spread fingers seal clap. Oh the indian brother is singing now. awe i hope he's good. ooh i like his voice!!! oh yes i love indian brother and sister pair! oh my god i'm tearing up! so many eeemotions. i love multiculturalism! oh the family is so happy, it's liek the american dream, 2 kids getting onto america idol! Proving yet again that Indians are better than us at EVERYTHING.
10:14
some venezuelan dude named rudy cardenas. wait wait dont' tell me, he's going to be the "latino heartthrob" and the adjectives they use to describe him are going to be "spicy" and "hotttttt!" and "caliente." ugh.
10:15
ok wait he says he's singing Journey "open arms." this guy might be my soul mate. Simon does not look impressed but whatevs simon. it's journey.
10:31
damnit they are playing that stupid "bad day" song. ugh not another season of this song please.
10:34
realization that watching this 2 hour episode and chatting on line, and pausing and talking on teh phone. all is making this the longest episode ever.
10:35
oh my god this really wierd hobbity looking guy is singing nsync wiht the dance moves. this is like...beyond.
10:42
gay hairdresser just said "it really helps me wiht the ladiessss." he kind of acts like a drunk Ivan. "Soul patrol! Soul TWISSSSST train!"
10:50
Ok i'm throwing in the towel for the live blog. i'm too tired. i hate these 2 hour episodes.
after the crystals of the ice storm wash away, and after the snow melts, it's just FUCKING COLD! it's cold and wet. and I'm sick or i might have meningitus or something. I don't know. My whole back hurts and i kind of have a fever but kind of not. It's that cold where it just hurts and all you want to do is get in bed because bed is the only warm place (and only after lying in it for 10 minutes to get it warmed up). God is this what peopel live in all the time!! why would you leave california!! damn education! And to top it off i have lowered myself to watchign American Idol. I hate american idol. A few years back my mom and i had a pact that we would not watch it because as she says "it promotes mediocrity and i do not promote america's love of mediocrity." she said this in response to the fact that she felt that good people got voted off while bad peopel stayed on cuz they had votes. But this year i kind of just wanted to watch the train wreck that is paula abdul. Was she on crack last night? i think so. Some guy just came in dressed as uncle sam and he sucked so paula's like, "next season he'll be dressed as in Indian cheif" and simon comes back with what i think was some kind of Indian sound like "bowwowowow" which i thought....wow that is REALLY offensive. Leave the native american's alone already, people!
you know what, let's just turn this into a good old am idol liveblog!! Obviously all the time stamps are off since i'll be fastforwarding and watching it an hour later but i feel liek they give you context so i will leave them.
9:00
OH shit some girl is coming on who refers to herself as "the hotness"! haha this is hilars. She sounds like mariah and she's kidn of got that mariah cookyness going on. I just love that she refers to herself as the "hotness" because she has a spicy personality. did you ever see that movie "cry baby"? She kind of looks like hatchetface from that movie. hatchetface was NOT the hotness. Oh my god she's having like a panting orgasm while singing. i love it!
9:06
the hotness: "pinion don't mean nuttin" (translation, you're opinion simon doesn't mean anything)
simon: "then why are you here?"
the hotness: "cuz you don't leave no stone unturned, whatchu know bout music"
what does that even mean???
9:09
the hotness has left the room!! "i was just TOO hot for him". INDEED!
9:17
this fat asian chick is singing the song from mulan. this may be one of the saddest things i have ever seen. she is so bad.
9:20
Mischa aka Darwin has like the droopiest boobs ever. her nipples are at her waste. hhha she said she picked her outfit cuz it's sexy. pan down shot: gold button down shiny shirt, frumpy skirt, black tights, orthopedic sneakers!! please let her be a good singer.
9:22
oh my god oh my god oh my god (i litrrrally just said this out loud to myself) she is singing "don't cha" by the pussycat dolls. i love this women. ha paula just looked at the camera and mouths 'oh my god." When paula thinks you are crazy that speaks volumes. oh my god sing already!!!
9:24
my dreams shattered. she sucks. damnit! i was rooting for you darwin! As many a prospective idol have done, Darwin chalks it up to nerves.
9:28
yes Ryan, tell me again for the bagilionth time how much it rains in seattle. Really? i had no idea. Oh even better, play milli vanilli "blame it on the rain." nice
9:38
Chubby woman is wearing a professional outfit with some kind of pink mesh body suit underneath. i kind of love it. I love how simon looks at all fat people who come on this show with such utter disgust. haha. oh simon, you slay me. Oh snap body suit girl is pretty decent. Ok wait now she went high and missed a note. if she were thin and hot they would totally have let her go. Simon: "what was that net she was wearing. It looked liek she'd been caught in a net."
9:47
oh a nice indian brother and sister team! their dad sings classical indian music. oh wow the sister has huge breasts. i kind of love them. please please don't suck! Wow paula just totally fucked up her name. It's shamali, not too hard. Paula's like "shayamayakali?" It's not hawaiin Paula! Oh she's good! yes i'm so happy. and she's cute. and not blonde and blue eyed!None of the red states are gonna vote for this girl. so sad. Come on indian community! rally!
9:50
why does Paula do that spread fingers seal clap. Oh the indian brother is singing now. awe i hope he's good. ooh i like his voice!!! oh yes i love indian brother and sister pair! oh my god i'm tearing up! so many eeemotions. i love multiculturalism! oh the family is so happy, it's liek the american dream, 2 kids getting onto america idol! Proving yet again that Indians are better than us at EVERYTHING.
10:14
some venezuelan dude named rudy cardenas. wait wait dont' tell me, he's going to be the "latino heartthrob" and the adjectives they use to describe him are going to be "spicy" and "hotttttt!" and "caliente." ugh.
10:15
ok wait he says he's singing Journey "open arms." this guy might be my soul mate. Simon does not look impressed but whatevs simon. it's journey.
10:31
damnit they are playing that stupid "bad day" song. ugh not another season of this song please.
10:34
realization that watching this 2 hour episode and chatting on line, and pausing and talking on teh phone. all is making this the longest episode ever.
10:35
oh my god this really wierd hobbity looking guy is singing nsync wiht the dance moves. this is like...beyond.
10:42
gay hairdresser just said "it really helps me wiht the ladiessss." he kind of acts like a drunk Ivan. "Soul patrol! Soul TWISSSSST train!"
10:50
Ok i'm throwing in the towel for the live blog. i'm too tired. i hate these 2 hour episodes.
Monday, January 15, 2007
The Ice Storm
so last night we had what is called an ice storm. It's pretty nasty. Basically waht happens (i know this from reading about it on wiki) is that the ground is below freezing but there is this patch of sky that is warm so when the precipitation goes through it it does not become snow but rather comes down as rain, but since the ground is freezing as soon as it hits it turns into ice. This usually ends up being a big mess because it weighs down electric cables causing black outs, makes it really dangerous to drive and you fall on your ass alot when you walk. Well i woke up this morning expecting to think "uugh wretched!" and walked to work at my new job only to be met by what looked like a magical crystal castle wonderland. Everything, trees, cars, fences, gates, street signs, electric lines, all were coated in a glossy ice. One time a few christmases ago my my mom kept telling me how she was really excited to take me to rodeo drive because they had replaced the street lamps with baccarat crystal chandeliers. I was basically imaginig that it looked like the evil queen's palace in "lion, the witch, and the wardrobe" but as tends to happen my mom totally over exaggerated and it was not that cool. But walking outside this morning was how i imagined the baccarat crystal street lamps looking. ann arbor has a lot of trees, like they connect across the street from each other. Anyways here is what it all looked liek this morning.
an crystal palace wonderland! I remember watching this movie back in the day called "the ice storm" and i felt liek i never really got it. to quote IMDB
"It is Thanksgiving, 1973, and the climate is changing, politically and physically. As the Watergate scandal unfolds in the background, the inhabitants of New Canaan, Conneticut begin to slip into an existentialist void, wherein social taboos are shattered on whims and the line between adult authority and juvenile irresponsibility is practically nonexistant. Focusing on two families in particular, the Hoods and the Carvers, "The Ice Storm" chronicles a brief period of rapid moral deterioration, as the characters shatter their social "roles" in pursuit of meaning and satisfaction, within an environment turned inwards on itself. As the narrative device of an "Ice Storm" builds up around them, the actions of the characters - including adultery, sexual experimentation, drug use and petty crimes - become increasingly unpredictable and impulsive. Once the "storm" hits, though, reality sinks in, and the severity of their situation becomes all to apparent in its bitter, and resonating aftermath."
Anyways yes, the ice storm was LIKE THAT!
an crystal palace wonderland! I remember watching this movie back in the day called "the ice storm" and i felt liek i never really got it. to quote IMDB
"It is Thanksgiving, 1973, and the climate is changing, politically and physically. As the Watergate scandal unfolds in the background, the inhabitants of New Canaan, Conneticut begin to slip into an existentialist void, wherein social taboos are shattered on whims and the line between adult authority and juvenile irresponsibility is practically nonexistant. Focusing on two families in particular, the Hoods and the Carvers, "The Ice Storm" chronicles a brief period of rapid moral deterioration, as the characters shatter their social "roles" in pursuit of meaning and satisfaction, within an environment turned inwards on itself. As the narrative device of an "Ice Storm" builds up around them, the actions of the characters - including adultery, sexual experimentation, drug use and petty crimes - become increasingly unpredictable and impulsive. Once the "storm" hits, though, reality sinks in, and the severity of their situation becomes all to apparent in its bitter, and resonating aftermath."
Anyways yes, the ice storm was LIKE THAT!
dance movies
guys, i saw "stomp the yard" last night. I would like to be able to say that someone had to drag me there and i hated every minute of it, but let's be honest. I have wanted to see this movie since i saw the preview during "the covenant" (a movie that i DID in fact get dragged to, and which i did in fact hate). "Stomp the yard," on the other hand was AWESOME! ok maybe not capitol letters wiht exclamation but it was like "step up" good. It was not quite "center stage" or "bring it on" or anything but it was good. I mean stomping, historically black universities, fraternities, brotherhood, bringing street moves to the refined world....all in one film?? how can you not go wrong. I judge all of my dance movies on a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being "save the last dance" and 10 being "girls just want to have fun." And now in honor of this i give you my greatest and worst dance off end sequence films of all time.
10 out or 10: "girls just wanna have fun" - young Sarah Jessica Parker, young helen hunt, young SHANNON DOUGHERTY!! how can you go wrong with this film. the perfect mix of 80's glitter fashion, awesome dancing, SJP in white leather ankle boots and suspenders!!...i love this movie. It made me want to be a dancer. I didn't actually try to be a dancer but like in my head i imagined a dance sequence where i'd be moving, closing my eyes, and some rough tough man in a cut off t shirt would see me and fall madly in love with me. never happened.
9 out of 10: "shag" - a group of women in the early 1960's (i think) want to take their girlfriend Carson on her final weekend of fun in the sun before she gets married. They go to murtyle beach, meet boys, dance the shag, win dance competitions, throw a massive house party, and lose their virginities. one word, eeeeemagine.
9 out of 10: "Bring it on" - Like awesome, oh wow, like totally freak me out i mean RIGHT ON! this may be the only Kirsten dunst movie i have ever liked. Also that really hot guy was in it before he did "swimfan." why?? why did he make that movie? more importantly why did i spent 2 free hours watching it on hbo???
8 out of 10: "center stage" - fuck you mandy moore for singing one of the most awesome movie theme songs ever!! fuck you mandy and your sweet dulcit tones. i love the final scene when the "fat" girl with crooked feet fucking shows them all that she in fact CAN dance so fuck you peter gallagher and your eyebrows too! also this movie reminds me of my frosh roommate who was also a ballerini and during the scene with the bulemic girl would say "oh my god this movie is SOOOO my life!"
7 out of 10: "dirty dancing" - I mean it's a little tired out but you always have to go with a good classic dance movie. And damnit if "she's like the wind" doesn't make me tear up. nobody puts baby in the corner, need i say more?
7 out of 10: "dance with me" - personally i would have liked the plot to have gone away and just seen the ballroom dancing competitions. Samba samba!
1 out of 10: "save the last dance" - ballerina meets black man, learns to hip hop and move her inner soul and her vagina or something..? I honestly don't remember anything about this movie which clearly means it was not good enough to be good nor was it bad enough to be AWESOME so it was just there. I mean... as far as dance movies goes i would not know this in a marathon.
8 out of 10: "step up" - hottness, awesome ballerini clothes, fantastic dance scenes. It was good.
8 our of 10: "stomp the yard" - I don't know much about stomping or the history behind it but it seems hella cool as does "crumping" so for originality i give it snaps. Also the men were hot and ripped and running around on hill tops without shirts on.
9 out of 10: "salsa, the motion picture" - a lesser known film but a great one nonetheless. Made in 1988, this was my aunt martha's favorite movie. I don't remember the story exactly but puerto rican Rico (who was also the lead singer of Menudo) wants to be able to qualify for this dance competition in puerto rico so he can return to his hometown. he's also in love with a girl named margarita. Anywyas it's half dance movie half musical with singing and it's 100% awesome.
7 out of 10: "strictly ballroom" - again this one loses it's points for it's wierd plot but ballroom dancing is always welcomed. Traditional dancer learns to do the paso doble from a spanish man in australia = v. random
0 out of 10: "honey" - i didn't see this movie but just judging from the fact that jessica alba was in it and i hate her i will rate it a NOTHING.
8 out of 10: "saturday night fever" - wierd plot, rape scenes, leading lady with an awful accent and irritating voice and a really let down "dance off" scene but fuck if if john travolta doesn't dance the shit out of "more than a woman."
So that is my list of awesome dance movies, no particular order. my recommendation, rent them all on a friday night and then go see "stomp the yard" on saturday afternoon.
10 out or 10: "girls just wanna have fun" - young Sarah Jessica Parker, young helen hunt, young SHANNON DOUGHERTY!! how can you go wrong with this film. the perfect mix of 80's glitter fashion, awesome dancing, SJP in white leather ankle boots and suspenders!!...i love this movie. It made me want to be a dancer. I didn't actually try to be a dancer but like in my head i imagined a dance sequence where i'd be moving, closing my eyes, and some rough tough man in a cut off t shirt would see me and fall madly in love with me. never happened.
9 out of 10: "shag" - a group of women in the early 1960's (i think) want to take their girlfriend Carson on her final weekend of fun in the sun before she gets married. They go to murtyle beach, meet boys, dance the shag, win dance competitions, throw a massive house party, and lose their virginities. one word, eeeeemagine.
9 out of 10: "Bring it on" - Like awesome, oh wow, like totally freak me out i mean RIGHT ON! this may be the only Kirsten dunst movie i have ever liked. Also that really hot guy was in it before he did "swimfan." why?? why did he make that movie? more importantly why did i spent 2 free hours watching it on hbo???
8 out of 10: "center stage" - fuck you mandy moore for singing one of the most awesome movie theme songs ever!! fuck you mandy and your sweet dulcit tones. i love the final scene when the "fat" girl with crooked feet fucking shows them all that she in fact CAN dance so fuck you peter gallagher and your eyebrows too! also this movie reminds me of my frosh roommate who was also a ballerini and during the scene with the bulemic girl would say "oh my god this movie is SOOOO my life!"
7 out of 10: "dirty dancing" - I mean it's a little tired out but you always have to go with a good classic dance movie. And damnit if "she's like the wind" doesn't make me tear up. nobody puts baby in the corner, need i say more?
7 out of 10: "dance with me" - personally i would have liked the plot to have gone away and just seen the ballroom dancing competitions. Samba samba!
1 out of 10: "save the last dance" - ballerina meets black man, learns to hip hop and move her inner soul and her vagina or something..? I honestly don't remember anything about this movie which clearly means it was not good enough to be good nor was it bad enough to be AWESOME so it was just there. I mean... as far as dance movies goes i would not know this in a marathon.
8 out of 10: "step up" - hottness, awesome ballerini clothes, fantastic dance scenes. It was good.
8 our of 10: "stomp the yard" - I don't know much about stomping or the history behind it but it seems hella cool as does "crumping" so for originality i give it snaps. Also the men were hot and ripped and running around on hill tops without shirts on.
9 out of 10: "salsa, the motion picture" - a lesser known film but a great one nonetheless. Made in 1988, this was my aunt martha's favorite movie. I don't remember the story exactly but puerto rican Rico (who was also the lead singer of Menudo) wants to be able to qualify for this dance competition in puerto rico so he can return to his hometown. he's also in love with a girl named margarita. Anywyas it's half dance movie half musical with singing and it's 100% awesome.
7 out of 10: "strictly ballroom" - again this one loses it's points for it's wierd plot but ballroom dancing is always welcomed. Traditional dancer learns to do the paso doble from a spanish man in australia = v. random
0 out of 10: "honey" - i didn't see this movie but just judging from the fact that jessica alba was in it and i hate her i will rate it a NOTHING.
8 out of 10: "saturday night fever" - wierd plot, rape scenes, leading lady with an awful accent and irritating voice and a really let down "dance off" scene but fuck if if john travolta doesn't dance the shit out of "more than a woman."
So that is my list of awesome dance movies, no particular order. my recommendation, rent them all on a friday night and then go see "stomp the yard" on saturday afternoon.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
things i want to do
the past few days cathy's and I's conversations have been heading in the "what am i doing in my life!" direction. the main breakdown was about Wednesday when cathy realized that she had no assets. I had to calm her down by reminding her that my biggest asset is a $300 red corduroy couch i purchased at ikea. Of all the things to "own" why that? Anyways i had to remind her what i remind myself and David quite often which is that our lives are not going to be "normal." We are not going to do "normal" things like settle down by 25 and have window treatments and babies at 28 and take our kids to little league etc etc. We are most likely going to travel alot, live life to it's fullest, get married in our 30's to men who understand our needs, again not have normal marriages but good marriages, not have normal kidss but good kids and though things will be different that doesn't make them bad. But i guess it is hard to have the picture perfect life fantasy ruined and realize that by 30 you will be graduating and then you'll have to find a job and start working for tenure and busting your ass, and really when would you have children and even if youdid have children how woudl you spend time wiht them let alone your husband.
And then we started thinking of all the things hadn't done yet as far as the whoel "by 25 i thought i'd be doing this." when i was a teenager 25 seemed really old, like by then i'd have my life figured out and i'd be in that place where my life was officially starting. I'm 2 months away from 25 and i realize i have nothing figured out. And the life that is starting is not the life i imagined. But you know what, i've travelled to europe 3 times, i've gone all over mexico to my mother's hometown, i've done the carribbean, i've been to vegas, i've camped, i've read, i've seen, i've done a lot. Cathy has been travelled through asia on her own. We have done alot. So maybe we don't have retirement plans and 401k's and stocks and maybe my biggest asset is a tacky couch. but really people save up their retirements to live life the way that we do now. that old saying about "youth is wasted on the young." i don't want to fulfill that.
Anyways as C was buying rice a roni at the local market we started thinking about all the things we need to do before we get settled down and married, cuz married people can't go out and have fun with their friends the way that we do. it's a bit reckless and "adults" are not reckless. But i still want to be reckless. As cathy put it "i want to go somewhere i can piss and vomit and get drunk and have my friends hold my hair. I don't want to like, vomit, in front of my husband!" Truth, she speaks the truth
so here is the list, places that my friends have to travel before we get married and can't do such things anymore:
Argenteeeeeeeena and south america more generally speaking- take a tour of the pampas and maybe visit uraguay and a tribal visit perhaps to the amazon, eat lots of steaksssss maybe go to the galapagos or something
roadtrip through the south - incluing shooting guns, going to a country western bar or i guess it would just be called a bar over there. Perhaps going through the florida everglades, definitely hitting up hotlanta and maybe a civil war reinactment, murtyle beach.
Camping - anywhere, with an RV, eemagine
Ethhhhhpana - ok we are doing it this summer so we can check that one off the list
Ghana and other parts of africa - so i saw a special anthony bourdain did on ghana and it was so awesome! they eat lots of pork and fish and put spicy pepper sauces all over it and make wine out of the insides of palms and they arethe makers of kente (spelling) cloth and it just sounded HELLA cool! Anthony bourdain makes everything look hella cool though
Portugal - to fulfill my life long dream of doing what i call the "candide" tour. All the places candide went to in europe (before he made it to south america).
Russia or as cathy calls it "doing the transiberian rail road" - drinking lots of vodka, maybe clubbing with meka,
and last but not least
HHHHHapon - eating lots of noodles, trying ot find an underground car club/racer/drifting society, dressing like a harajuku for reals.
Basically we totaled it out if we did one of these eveyr year before we got married we woudl not get married until we were 31 or 32. Hmm, don't know if that is exactly going to work. so in the end we comprosied that we supposed we could still do all of these things and have annual "friend only" trips, no significant others, so we could still drink and get belig. but then i guess the new deal has to become no babies before we do this stuff.
And then we started thinking of all the things hadn't done yet as far as the whoel "by 25 i thought i'd be doing this." when i was a teenager 25 seemed really old, like by then i'd have my life figured out and i'd be in that place where my life was officially starting. I'm 2 months away from 25 and i realize i have nothing figured out. And the life that is starting is not the life i imagined. But you know what, i've travelled to europe 3 times, i've gone all over mexico to my mother's hometown, i've done the carribbean, i've been to vegas, i've camped, i've read, i've seen, i've done a lot. Cathy has been travelled through asia on her own. We have done alot. So maybe we don't have retirement plans and 401k's and stocks and maybe my biggest asset is a tacky couch. but really people save up their retirements to live life the way that we do now. that old saying about "youth is wasted on the young." i don't want to fulfill that.
Anyways as C was buying rice a roni at the local market we started thinking about all the things we need to do before we get settled down and married, cuz married people can't go out and have fun with their friends the way that we do. it's a bit reckless and "adults" are not reckless. But i still want to be reckless. As cathy put it "i want to go somewhere i can piss and vomit and get drunk and have my friends hold my hair. I don't want to like, vomit, in front of my husband!" Truth, she speaks the truth
so here is the list, places that my friends have to travel before we get married and can't do such things anymore:
Argenteeeeeeeena and south america more generally speaking- take a tour of the pampas and maybe visit uraguay and a tribal visit perhaps to the amazon, eat lots of steaksssss maybe go to the galapagos or something
roadtrip through the south - incluing shooting guns, going to a country western bar or i guess it would just be called a bar over there. Perhaps going through the florida everglades, definitely hitting up hotlanta and maybe a civil war reinactment, murtyle beach.
Camping - anywhere, with an RV, eemagine
Ethhhhhpana - ok we are doing it this summer so we can check that one off the list
Ghana and other parts of africa - so i saw a special anthony bourdain did on ghana and it was so awesome! they eat lots of pork and fish and put spicy pepper sauces all over it and make wine out of the insides of palms and they arethe makers of kente (spelling) cloth and it just sounded HELLA cool! Anthony bourdain makes everything look hella cool though
Portugal - to fulfill my life long dream of doing what i call the "candide" tour. All the places candide went to in europe (before he made it to south america).
Russia or as cathy calls it "doing the transiberian rail road" - drinking lots of vodka, maybe clubbing with meka,
and last but not least
HHHHHapon - eating lots of noodles, trying ot find an underground car club/racer/drifting society, dressing like a harajuku for reals.
Basically we totaled it out if we did one of these eveyr year before we got married we woudl not get married until we were 31 or 32. Hmm, don't know if that is exactly going to work. so in the end we comprosied that we supposed we could still do all of these things and have annual "friend only" trips, no significant others, so we could still drink and get belig. but then i guess the new deal has to become no babies before we do this stuff.
Monday, January 08, 2007
the south is a wierd place
So i'm in the south carolina airport, mainly because i'm too cheap to ever get myself good travel itineraries (woo for travelling across the country only to backtrack!! woo!). I really hate long flights. All the flights i've been on the last year have had hella turbulance and i wonder, has it always been this turbulant and i just didn't know or is this some type of global warming thing? anyways i usually have panic attacks and start hyperventilating into my vomit bag and whatever nice old lady happens to be sitting next to me tries not to look too concerned and the stuartess usually asks me if i'm ok when in a very breathless stressed tone i say "can i please have some water." very scary indeed. Anyways a few things of note
1. the food court has rocking chairs instead of benches all lined along the people mover. White, rocking chair, and old white people sitting in them staring at...the food court. i was on the peopel mover texting when i looked up and was like..."what the fuck?" I wish my camera battery were not dead so i could show you.
2. There was a big fat white man checking into the us airways counter and he had this gigantic plastic case, like 4 feet long. then i noticed that the check in lady was making some calls and looking at some papers that he had given her. I looked at a sign in front of him that read "please declare all firearms." I had never noticed that sign before. I thought the rules was NO FIREARMS, not declare firearms. Before this sign what did people do? did they just not declare their firearms?? Anyways i put two and two together and realized that this man was "declaring his fire arms," a gigantic shot gun. I know it was a shot gun cuz there was a picture on the box. I was like...please sweet baby jesus, don't let this big fat white man who is declaring a shot gun be getting on my plane. About an hour into my flight he brushed past me to go to the bathroom. leave your guns at home people!
3. I am sitting in front of a restaurant in the terminal called "phillips crab: pastuerized crab meat, hand picked." what exactly is pasteurized crab meat? Can you hand pick pasteurized crab meat? it sounds to me liek they are saying that it's somehow fake, but hand picked fake crab meat? i'm not really sure
My one consolation is that this airport has free wi-fi! thank you! finally! guns and internet! woo! I texted cathy to tell her of my journies through the south and she responded
"A gun?! wtf. we must roadtrip there!"
agreed, agreed. Proving once again that my stereotypes of the south are warranted. It is a very strange place where people sit on rocking chairs, eat fatening foods, carry guns, and hate black people.
1. the food court has rocking chairs instead of benches all lined along the people mover. White, rocking chair, and old white people sitting in them staring at...the food court. i was on the peopel mover texting when i looked up and was like..."what the fuck?" I wish my camera battery were not dead so i could show you.
2. There was a big fat white man checking into the us airways counter and he had this gigantic plastic case, like 4 feet long. then i noticed that the check in lady was making some calls and looking at some papers that he had given her. I looked at a sign in front of him that read "please declare all firearms." I had never noticed that sign before. I thought the rules was NO FIREARMS, not declare firearms. Before this sign what did people do? did they just not declare their firearms?? Anyways i put two and two together and realized that this man was "declaring his fire arms," a gigantic shot gun. I know it was a shot gun cuz there was a picture on the box. I was like...please sweet baby jesus, don't let this big fat white man who is declaring a shot gun be getting on my plane. About an hour into my flight he brushed past me to go to the bathroom. leave your guns at home people!
3. I am sitting in front of a restaurant in the terminal called "phillips crab: pastuerized crab meat, hand picked." what exactly is pasteurized crab meat? Can you hand pick pasteurized crab meat? it sounds to me liek they are saying that it's somehow fake, but hand picked fake crab meat? i'm not really sure
My one consolation is that this airport has free wi-fi! thank you! finally! guns and internet! woo! I texted cathy to tell her of my journies through the south and she responded
"A gun?! wtf. we must roadtrip there!"
agreed, agreed. Proving once again that my stereotypes of the south are warranted. It is a very strange place where people sit on rocking chairs, eat fatening foods, carry guns, and hate black people.
Saturday, January 06, 2007
did you know?
A few things that go along the same lines of that whole realization that i have a lisssssssp. Actually it's more like i elongate my sss's as opposed to talking like elmer fudd. Silvia once equated it to me being able to speak parseltongue, like Harry Potter. Anyways here they are:
MY CACKLE
So the other day cathy made some mention of my very "unlady like laugh" to which i responded "what are you talking about?!?" It's always odd when someone who is as self-referrential and self obsessed as me finds out new things aboutl, well, myself. Like for instance, my laugh is really loud and unlady like!! Anyways when we got to SF i made sure to bring this up with D.Love, like, "for reals do you think my laugh is loud and unlady like?" To which he responded "well i wouldn't call it a laugh as much as a cackle." This made me laugh, or cackle as it were, very loudly and cathy pointed "see!! you DO have a loud unlady like laugh and it IS kind of like a cackle." Ever since then david has been pointing out my cackle and i've kind of started to embrace it. Guys, i have a cackle.
MY SNORT
I don't know if it's my allergies or my bad posture creating a wierd contortion on my wind pipe but recently i have developed this habit of snorting quite regularly. It's really gross. i mean talk about unladylike! the other day at cathy's vince heard me do it and was like "HA I HEARD THAT!" it happens. Anyways i did it like twice this morning, to which i said "DLove, do you think my snort and cackle are endearing?" "it is kind of." he said. Now that i'm thinkign about it think it's cuz when i laugh i want to cackle and that cackle gets twists up my nose and my voice and other stuff thus leading to a snort. i mean i really do'nt know. it's kind of awesome though.
tomorrow dan and DLove are going to compete in our very own iron chef SF. I'm picking the key ingredient. This all came about because david was drunk last night and challenged dan to a duel.
MY CACKLE
So the other day cathy made some mention of my very "unlady like laugh" to which i responded "what are you talking about?!?" It's always odd when someone who is as self-referrential and self obsessed as me finds out new things aboutl, well, myself. Like for instance, my laugh is really loud and unlady like!! Anyways when we got to SF i made sure to bring this up with D.Love, like, "for reals do you think my laugh is loud and unlady like?" To which he responded "well i wouldn't call it a laugh as much as a cackle." This made me laugh, or cackle as it were, very loudly and cathy pointed "see!! you DO have a loud unlady like laugh and it IS kind of like a cackle." Ever since then david has been pointing out my cackle and i've kind of started to embrace it. Guys, i have a cackle.
MY SNORT
I don't know if it's my allergies or my bad posture creating a wierd contortion on my wind pipe but recently i have developed this habit of snorting quite regularly. It's really gross. i mean talk about unladylike! the other day at cathy's vince heard me do it and was like "HA I HEARD THAT!" it happens. Anyways i did it like twice this morning, to which i said "DLove, do you think my snort and cackle are endearing?" "it is kind of." he said. Now that i'm thinkign about it think it's cuz when i laugh i want to cackle and that cackle gets twists up my nose and my voice and other stuff thus leading to a snort. i mean i really do'nt know. it's kind of awesome though.
tomorrow dan and DLove are going to compete in our very own iron chef SF. I'm picking the key ingredient. This all came about because david was drunk last night and challenged dan to a duel.
Friday, January 05, 2007
just like oil on my hands...
So i was reading John Mayer's blog the other day. Yes i read John Mayer's blog! Judge me! but his music is kind of my super guilty pleasure plus i kind of secretly think that John Mayer and I are kindred spirits and that if we ever met and hugn out we would get along swimmingly and become BFF and he'd write a song about platonic love for a woman named Cristina. Seroiusly, read his blog and tell me that he and I are not the same person.
Anyways the other day he put this video on his blog. It's the Corinne Bailey Rae song "like a star." And John (BFF's totally call each other by first names) writes
How a lock works
(picture of a lock)
"the right combination of pins lines up perfectly with the notches in the key"
...is the best way I can illustrate what happens to me when i see and hear this.
See the thing is, i watched the video for the song and i heard the lyrics and i thought, fuck dude, i know what you mean! My problem is that i tend to have difficulty expressing myself, which i know sounds crazy since my bagillion posts on the somethingness of nothingness would seem to say otherwise. But really, and i use this quote quite regularly, but there is this scene in the totally awesome movie "contact" where Jodie Foster's character has longed to go to space her whole life and she finally gets to go and travel through space and time or something and anyways this other planet she goes to is beautiful like...heaven and on her way there she is looking at the stars as she floats and she says in this way that lets you know that she just cannot say it any better
so beautiful...no words to describe...should have sent a poet.
And i know it was kind of a cheesy line to say but it has always stuck with me because so often there are moments in life when i wish i was a fuckin gpoet so that i could express the words in my soul. and i read stuff like neruda's "love is so short, and forgetting so long" and i think FUCK!! THAT IS SOME GOOD SHIT! my mom used to say "i wish i could write so that i could tell the story of my life" and i would say "mom, if you were a writer you wouldn't talk about writing, you would just do it. You wouldn't be able to not do it." Anyways i wish i was a poet, but alas, i am not.
My Tia Irma is really new agey adn says really random shit sometimes. When i was back home over break we were talking about my cousin who has this really bizarre sixth sense. There are moments when you talk to him and it's like he's seeing through your soul and it's kind of creepy and kind of comforting all at the same time. Anyways one time his mom has this dream that someone was going ot break into her house and in her dream she would always be saying to herself "lock teh sliding door, peopel are gonna come in." then one night my cousin was sleeping in her room and he woke up in the middle of the night after she had had her same dream and he goes "mom, mom please go make sure the sliding door is locked. please just do it. someoen is gonna break in." Anyways my Tia Irma was saying that she believes that artists (painters, poets, writers, singers, musicians, etc) literally act as mediums for humanity, like a Jungian collective unconscious which explains why they are sometimes so tortured because they have teh thoughts of the world weighing on them. I thought it was a really beautiful way of putting it.
So the point of all these words is to say that "like a star" is a really beautiful song and i wish that i was a poet or a singer or a musician or anything really so that i could express my soul like this.
Can't find the words to write this song...oooh
and for those who can't see the embedded
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EeTaboHap2g
Anyways the other day he put this video on his blog. It's the Corinne Bailey Rae song "like a star." And John (BFF's totally call each other by first names) writes
How a lock works
(picture of a lock)
"the right combination of pins lines up perfectly with the notches in the key"
...is the best way I can illustrate what happens to me when i see and hear this.
See the thing is, i watched the video for the song and i heard the lyrics and i thought, fuck dude, i know what you mean! My problem is that i tend to have difficulty expressing myself, which i know sounds crazy since my bagillion posts on the somethingness of nothingness would seem to say otherwise. But really, and i use this quote quite regularly, but there is this scene in the totally awesome movie "contact" where Jodie Foster's character has longed to go to space her whole life and she finally gets to go and travel through space and time or something and anyways this other planet she goes to is beautiful like...heaven and on her way there she is looking at the stars as she floats and she says in this way that lets you know that she just cannot say it any better
so beautiful...no words to describe...should have sent a poet.
And i know it was kind of a cheesy line to say but it has always stuck with me because so often there are moments in life when i wish i was a fuckin gpoet so that i could express the words in my soul. and i read stuff like neruda's "love is so short, and forgetting so long" and i think FUCK!! THAT IS SOME GOOD SHIT! my mom used to say "i wish i could write so that i could tell the story of my life" and i would say "mom, if you were a writer you wouldn't talk about writing, you would just do it. You wouldn't be able to not do it." Anyways i wish i was a poet, but alas, i am not.
My Tia Irma is really new agey adn says really random shit sometimes. When i was back home over break we were talking about my cousin who has this really bizarre sixth sense. There are moments when you talk to him and it's like he's seeing through your soul and it's kind of creepy and kind of comforting all at the same time. Anyways one time his mom has this dream that someone was going ot break into her house and in her dream she would always be saying to herself "lock teh sliding door, peopel are gonna come in." then one night my cousin was sleeping in her room and he woke up in the middle of the night after she had had her same dream and he goes "mom, mom please go make sure the sliding door is locked. please just do it. someoen is gonna break in." Anyways my Tia Irma was saying that she believes that artists (painters, poets, writers, singers, musicians, etc) literally act as mediums for humanity, like a Jungian collective unconscious which explains why they are sometimes so tortured because they have teh thoughts of the world weighing on them. I thought it was a really beautiful way of putting it.
So the point of all these words is to say that "like a star" is a really beautiful song and i wish that i was a poet or a singer or a musician or anything really so that i could express my soul like this.
Can't find the words to write this song...oooh
and for those who can't see the embedded
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EeTaboHap2g
Thursday, January 04, 2007
Single Behavior II
remember how i talked about single behavior earlier? well david has his own wierd single behavior. now i won't go into the details of his more personal gross behavior but this is kind of funny. so he's working on his grant right now that is due later tonight and he's had a realy bad schedule at work so i feel bad for the guy. Well he came home tonight really stressed on the verge of tears and then went to his computer and turned on the Scrubs theme song. apparently he does this when he's stressed, he listens to "i can't do this all on my own, i'm no supreman" and does like fist pumps and points his finger at the computer and perses his lips and closes his eyes and i felt bad for him cuz i saw the desperation in his eyes but i also wanted to laugh cuz it was just so ridiculous. and he roams around his room saying melodramatic things like "you're betting on a losing horse, cristina! a losing horse" and his most recent edition "i'm a broken china pot (pointing at his chest). That's me." And hten i think about how someties i put on "call on me" just to get pumped up, so i am not above judgement myself.
swonder, sfabulous, smarvellous
I LOVE san francisco in January, not because of the wretched weather, or the snobby hipster but because IT'S DINE ABOUT TOWN MONTH!!! DAT is when all the finest restaurants in the city open their doors to the common folk of society by having a 3 to 4 course prix fixe menu that usually ranges from 25 to 35 dollars. Mind you these are meals that might normally cost you 60 dollars. It took me six month to pay off my dept from DAT 2006, and the same amount of time to drop the 10 lbs of glorious deliciousness that i gained: heavy cream sauces, chanterelles, beef, foie gras, etc!!!!! last night bobby and i went to the XYZ restaurant in the W hotel and had a fine dining experience. First course i had a beet sssssalad (red, yellow and orange beets. who knew there were so many!) and some fancy goat cheese that looked like brie and tasted like feet, and i mean that in the best way. Bobby had a white bean roasted garlic soup. Then we added on a course of butternut squash stuffed ravioli topped with grilled chanterelle mushrooms. mmmmm. Then for our main course we both dined on sssssalmon ssssteaks atop a risotto cream thing with various orange sssslices and what not. for desert i had the sorbet. guys, it was really good.
anyways point being i love fine dining. It's kind of like how i love watching food network because i love seeing how food is made as an art form, but i hate cooking. so over dinner bobby and i were discussing our friends and i thought about how much i love my friends and how rarely i thank them so i wanted to do a shout out MTV style to my peeps.
Cathy: thank you for listening to me bitch about the most mundane things. If we did not have our daily 4 hour convos i think i might go insane
Ivan: thank you for being like the little brother i never had.
Bobby: thank you for being fabulous and always giving me your good mood. Grace always says that when we decide to spend time wiht peopel we should always try to give them our good mood otherwise it's a waste of time. you always give yoru good mood.
Orges: thank you for telling it to me straight
Emily: thanks for alwyas introducing me to new technology since i never keep up with these things. Seriously, this shit changes my life
anyways i've spent the past 3 days sitting in david's basement apartment just kind of waiting for inspiration while he's off saving lives in the hospital. he leaves at 5:30 and comes back at like 6. is this what it's like to be a housewife? If so i would make the worst house wife EVAAAAA. for seers, i like to clean but david is too anal to let me touch anything and he has no cleaning product. And i hate cooking so it's not liek i'm gonna slave away all day over a hot meal for him. And there is just something relaly demeaning about cooking and cleaning for someone, namely a man. I ran a couple of times, which was like....ok i guess. maybe if i were a housewife i'd get a gym membership and just work out all the time at those nice gyms that have tv's in every treadmill. I think that's waht i'd do. I miss my tivo. i miss grad school and having purpose. I miss my bed and my pillow and my couch and my bathroom with the clean hairless floor that is vacuumed twice a week, and all of my shoes and clothes. I miss my single life!! i mean i'm not single but you know waht i mean. Liek when carrie talks about not being able to live with a man cuz she has her single habits that she can't give up. i miss my living alone habits. i don't think i could ever live with someone else. i'd have to have my own bathroom and private tv watching room where i could watch the oc (damn it being cancelled) and gilmore girls without being judged, and a cleaning lady. I guess i could leave the house and do something but i have no real inspiration to do that either. I didnt' bring any good city walking shoes, my bad. Anyways i've used this time to catch up on and download shows i wanted to see but can't becuase i don't have premium cable. So i watched all of weeds season 2....BOMB SHOW!! then i watched the first 2 episodes of dexter, which was also real good, waiting on the latter episodes to download. um...that's about it.
anyways point being i love fine dining. It's kind of like how i love watching food network because i love seeing how food is made as an art form, but i hate cooking. so over dinner bobby and i were discussing our friends and i thought about how much i love my friends and how rarely i thank them so i wanted to do a shout out MTV style to my peeps.
Cathy: thank you for listening to me bitch about the most mundane things. If we did not have our daily 4 hour convos i think i might go insane
Ivan: thank you for being like the little brother i never had.
Bobby: thank you for being fabulous and always giving me your good mood. Grace always says that when we decide to spend time wiht peopel we should always try to give them our good mood otherwise it's a waste of time. you always give yoru good mood.
Orges: thank you for telling it to me straight
Emily: thanks for alwyas introducing me to new technology since i never keep up with these things. Seriously, this shit changes my life
anyways i've spent the past 3 days sitting in david's basement apartment just kind of waiting for inspiration while he's off saving lives in the hospital. he leaves at 5:30 and comes back at like 6. is this what it's like to be a housewife? If so i would make the worst house wife EVAAAAA. for seers, i like to clean but david is too anal to let me touch anything and he has no cleaning product. And i hate cooking so it's not liek i'm gonna slave away all day over a hot meal for him. And there is just something relaly demeaning about cooking and cleaning for someone, namely a man. I ran a couple of times, which was like....ok i guess. maybe if i were a housewife i'd get a gym membership and just work out all the time at those nice gyms that have tv's in every treadmill. I think that's waht i'd do. I miss my tivo. i miss grad school and having purpose. I miss my bed and my pillow and my couch and my bathroom with the clean hairless floor that is vacuumed twice a week, and all of my shoes and clothes. I miss my single life!! i mean i'm not single but you know waht i mean. Liek when carrie talks about not being able to live with a man cuz she has her single habits that she can't give up. i miss my living alone habits. i don't think i could ever live with someone else. i'd have to have my own bathroom and private tv watching room where i could watch the oc (damn it being cancelled) and gilmore girls without being judged, and a cleaning lady. I guess i could leave the house and do something but i have no real inspiration to do that either. I didnt' bring any good city walking shoes, my bad. Anyways i've used this time to catch up on and download shows i wanted to see but can't becuase i don't have premium cable. So i watched all of weeds season 2....BOMB SHOW!! then i watched the first 2 episodes of dexter, which was also real good, waiting on the latter episodes to download. um...that's about it.
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
10! 9! 8! ...
At this point in the night the ssssss's were sssssluring like what!! the dinner and mixer part of the party was over and now was time for the actual guests to arrive so we could start dancing. bobby and I had compiled a mix of the greatest hits from the 70's, 80's, 90's and beyond. I shall tell the rest of the story in pictures
the first guests to arrive were paloma and amanda. "herro!!"
Cathy and ivan are very excited to see that the ladies had a nice time dining at the clam sssssslammer. "hey guyssss!" cathy's greeting for every asian that came in was "herrrroooo azians!! serioulsy cristina, what the fuck wiht all the azians here!!??"
then jorge and leanne arrived
heeey!! But we were a little more excited by the arrival of the guest of honor!
ivan is very excited to see his ex lover, hello kitty.
"kisses!!"
GAY!
We knew the party was getting serious when the captain hat came out.
i would liek to say this was cathy's last drink, but sadly, it was one of many. Cathy! put down the pitcher!
my michigan peeps arrived to party wiht us, but sadly this was the last we saw of them since they really couldn't hang with us. Talk about not being able to hold your liquor. An hour after this Hugo was vomitting falling on furniture, vomitting on the roof.
OG Roomates! Awe so cute.
as you can see teh pictures start getting a little more crooked and off sides. Harajuku and amanduuuuuuuuuh
random shots of cathy dancing. i tthink they speak for themselves. Before these pictures were taken the speakers went out and all we had was bass with no treble. we all tried to fix it and cathy kept yelling "this is the WORST NEW YEARS EVER!!! we didnt' even get to listen to fergalicious! the worst!!! i hate everything!!! how wretched!" Our alternate plan was to turn on the magic mic and karaoke for the rest of the night. we turned it on adn cathy started singing "jitterbug! da da da jitterbug!! you put the boom boom into my smiiiiiile." Bobby and i looked at each other and quickly unplugged the mic. vince worked on it and in the end we ended up with sub par speakers but at least we could still sing "i'll be tasty tasty!" Pictures of cathy dancing to fergalicious. It was one of those things where she said the next day she thought she looked really sexy but then saw the pics and was liek "oh my god!!" it was like the scene in beerfest.
it's amazing that she didn't pass out after this picture
I love this picture because it has so many stories going on:
-first off the girl in the green was from michigan and was being a total buzz kill. like seriously! she got so drunk that she was slipping all over the place and then started yelling "did you knowthat i'm bleeding from when i fell earlier!! and then kept sticking herself in random pictures
-fernando was really drunk and trying to get on paloma, but i don't think he knew that she had just been dining at the clam slammer earlier that night.
-before fernando got there ivan's goal of the night was to see if fernando was gay or straight and part of this was that ivan was "giving him eyes" all night and trying to dance with him. I think teh key word here is "trying" as you can see ivan "trying" in this shot
-it looks like bobby is looking at cathy's luscious breassssts with disgust and cathy is having a moment with her drink and the song.
i think after this picture was taken paloma and amanda snuck off to ivan's roommate's room to do god knows what and it was at that point (and after them making out all over the party) that we decided that lesbians are officialy the best party accessory ever
ivan again "trying" to seduce fernando. the funny thing is that when we went on the roof ivan started grinding on fernando and fernando was pushing him away in horror. david goes to me "look, fernando looks really uncomfortable." and literlaly 2 seconds later ivan comes up to me and goes "oh my god he's sooooo gay!! he wants me sooooo bad!!!" I didn't have the heart to tell him the truth because, well, it was just too funny to watch. You cant' tell but ivan is pushing paloma out of this shot, her hand is in the center.
fucking fernando ruined a really good picture of us
cathy and i at midnight. woo!! it was that beer that really did her in i think. I mean, just look at her. it's like she's sucking on mother's milk.
well fernando vomitted and we stuck him in a cab, cathy booted and passed out on ivan's bed. ivan passed out right next to her and bobby and nuria passed out respectively.
it was a great party. me, david, and vince, decided to take bobby home since he lives around the corner, and i tell you, watching vince and david carry bobby home was like a scene from weekend at bernie's. especially when the cops drive by us and we had to play it cool like bobby was actually conscious. How i got bobby up 3 flights of stairs, i do not know, but he proceeded to run to the bathroom to do god knows what where he consequently locked himself in. the next 15 minutes consisted of me talking to bobby through the door "bobby just turn the lock" and him responding by pouding on the door and saying "crisssssty. i don't want to be in this ssssssituation any more than you do." I thought bobby was just turning the lock the wrong way but it turned out he was sitting on the floor scratching at the door trying to literally claw his way out. His roommate had to crawl through the window to free him.
the next morning i headed over the the boys apartment. I walked in and saw that dan and his friends sitting on the couch singing in the mag mic "it's like raaaaaaain on your weddding day!" This led to a nice little morning hang over karaoke sess. i sang "total eclipse of the heart" and dan wooed us with rendition of "down on bended knee." then the saddest part of teh morning came when ivan started singing "all by myself" liek he really was the saddest girl to ever hold a martini. then we all went to a sports bar in the marina to watch teh rose bowl and the one thing that everyone kept saying as they looked at the pictures was "wait, we went on the roof?? i don't remember going on the roof!!" but here is the highlight of my morning. seeing that i had in fact filmed cathy doing her "sexy" dances to nelly furtado's maneater. this was the only song cathy wanted to hear all night and so she was very excited when it came on. I wish the quality of this video was better but it was dark in the room and i was drunk. the sound really says it all.
the next morning she refused to watch herself, citing that it was too painful.
The best part is that she's yelling "don't play this song if you don' t want me to dance!" I didn't play the song, she did. at the end of the video her face goes all crazy. upon further inspection we realized this was in fact not her "maneater" face but actually hugo and spilled his drink all down her back and so she was shocked. i think my next purchase is going to be a camera and i'm gonna take better videos with actual color and light and where you can see them.
alas that was new years, an average day in the life of us. damn it feels good to be a gansta
the first guests to arrive were paloma and amanda. "herro!!"
Cathy and ivan are very excited to see that the ladies had a nice time dining at the clam sssssslammer. "hey guyssss!" cathy's greeting for every asian that came in was "herrrroooo azians!! serioulsy cristina, what the fuck wiht all the azians here!!??"
then jorge and leanne arrived
heeey!! But we were a little more excited by the arrival of the guest of honor!
ivan is very excited to see his ex lover, hello kitty.
"kisses!!"
GAY!
We knew the party was getting serious when the captain hat came out.
i would liek to say this was cathy's last drink, but sadly, it was one of many. Cathy! put down the pitcher!
my michigan peeps arrived to party wiht us, but sadly this was the last we saw of them since they really couldn't hang with us. Talk about not being able to hold your liquor. An hour after this Hugo was vomitting falling on furniture, vomitting on the roof.
OG Roomates! Awe so cute.
as you can see teh pictures start getting a little more crooked and off sides. Harajuku and amanduuuuuuuuuh
random shots of cathy dancing. i tthink they speak for themselves. Before these pictures were taken the speakers went out and all we had was bass with no treble. we all tried to fix it and cathy kept yelling "this is the WORST NEW YEARS EVER!!! we didnt' even get to listen to fergalicious! the worst!!! i hate everything!!! how wretched!" Our alternate plan was to turn on the magic mic and karaoke for the rest of the night. we turned it on adn cathy started singing "jitterbug! da da da jitterbug!! you put the boom boom into my smiiiiiile." Bobby and i looked at each other and quickly unplugged the mic. vince worked on it and in the end we ended up with sub par speakers but at least we could still sing "i'll be tasty tasty!" Pictures of cathy dancing to fergalicious. It was one of those things where she said the next day she thought she looked really sexy but then saw the pics and was liek "oh my god!!" it was like the scene in beerfest.
it's amazing that she didn't pass out after this picture
I love this picture because it has so many stories going on:-first off the girl in the green was from michigan and was being a total buzz kill. like seriously! she got so drunk that she was slipping all over the place and then started yelling "did you knowthat i'm bleeding from when i fell earlier!! and then kept sticking herself in random pictures
-fernando was really drunk and trying to get on paloma, but i don't think he knew that she had just been dining at the clam slammer earlier that night.
-before fernando got there ivan's goal of the night was to see if fernando was gay or straight and part of this was that ivan was "giving him eyes" all night and trying to dance with him. I think teh key word here is "trying" as you can see ivan "trying" in this shot
-it looks like bobby is looking at cathy's luscious breassssts with disgust and cathy is having a moment with her drink and the song.
i think after this picture was taken paloma and amanda snuck off to ivan's roommate's room to do god knows what and it was at that point (and after them making out all over the party) that we decided that lesbians are officialy the best party accessory ever
ivan again "trying" to seduce fernando. the funny thing is that when we went on the roof ivan started grinding on fernando and fernando was pushing him away in horror. david goes to me "look, fernando looks really uncomfortable." and literlaly 2 seconds later ivan comes up to me and goes "oh my god he's sooooo gay!! he wants me sooooo bad!!!" I didn't have the heart to tell him the truth because, well, it was just too funny to watch. You cant' tell but ivan is pushing paloma out of this shot, her hand is in the center.
fucking fernando ruined a really good picture of us
cathy and i at midnight. woo!! it was that beer that really did her in i think. I mean, just look at her. it's like she's sucking on mother's milk.
well fernando vomitted and we stuck him in a cab, cathy booted and passed out on ivan's bed. ivan passed out right next to her and bobby and nuria passed out respectively.
it was a great party. me, david, and vince, decided to take bobby home since he lives around the corner, and i tell you, watching vince and david carry bobby home was like a scene from weekend at bernie's. especially when the cops drive by us and we had to play it cool like bobby was actually conscious. How i got bobby up 3 flights of stairs, i do not know, but he proceeded to run to the bathroom to do god knows what where he consequently locked himself in. the next 15 minutes consisted of me talking to bobby through the door "bobby just turn the lock" and him responding by pouding on the door and saying "crisssssty. i don't want to be in this ssssssituation any more than you do." I thought bobby was just turning the lock the wrong way but it turned out he was sitting on the floor scratching at the door trying to literally claw his way out. His roommate had to crawl through the window to free him.the next morning i headed over the the boys apartment. I walked in and saw that dan and his friends sitting on the couch singing in the mag mic "it's like raaaaaaain on your weddding day!" This led to a nice little morning hang over karaoke sess. i sang "total eclipse of the heart" and dan wooed us with rendition of "down on bended knee." then the saddest part of teh morning came when ivan started singing "all by myself" liek he really was the saddest girl to ever hold a martini. then we all went to a sports bar in the marina to watch teh rose bowl and the one thing that everyone kept saying as they looked at the pictures was "wait, we went on the roof?? i don't remember going on the roof!!" but here is the highlight of my morning. seeing that i had in fact filmed cathy doing her "sexy" dances to nelly furtado's maneater. this was the only song cathy wanted to hear all night and so she was very excited when it came on. I wish the quality of this video was better but it was dark in the room and i was drunk. the sound really says it all.
the next morning she refused to watch herself, citing that it was too painful.
The best part is that she's yelling "don't play this song if you don' t want me to dance!" I didn't play the song, she did. at the end of the video her face goes all crazy. upon further inspection we realized this was in fact not her "maneater" face but actually hugo and spilled his drink all down her back and so she was shocked. i think my next purchase is going to be a camera and i'm gonna take better videos with actual color and light and where you can see them.
alas that was new years, an average day in the life of us. damn it feels good to be a gansta
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