I have not been gracing the NY social scene as of yet, considering my entire life has just been moved into an unfurnished room in Brooklyn and well, some organization is necessary. My room looks like a crack den right now, black garbage bags of miscellaneous items strewn about, full suitcases with clothing spilling out, a nest of blankets and pillows on the ground for me to sleep until I can procure a bed. It's great though, I'm so happy to finally be home. I am very pleased with my living situation and I'm insanely lucky to have such awesome roommates.
I had my first day of work yesterday- I was late. Nervous and excited, I left the house a few minutes after I planned and hopped on the train. After getting to Canal Street and running for my life towards the Q train, I slumped into the seat relieved- until, all hell broke loose. There was an announcement over the speakers, explaining the police had been called. "Oh, what now," I thought to myself, "This cannot be happening right now." It was. One plain clothes officer following a disgruntled passenger came to the car and pointed to an older gentleman who had been sitting on the train before I got on, reading with his briefcase in his lap. "That guy," the passenger with the policeman says, "Him." Without hesitation the plain clothes cop sternly asks the man to step off the train. Utterly bewildered, the man stands up and immediately begins asking what he did. Then 3 or 4 more police officers come running to assist with the obviously overpowering perpetrator. This poor man looked like someone's dad or grandfather, hardly anyone who would be wielding scissors and threatening passengers.Yes. Apparently, there was a man who pulled out scissors, "threatened" someone with them, then jumped off the train. So, the wrongly accused stood at the wall while three police officers thoroughly searched his person and briefcase, only to find papers, a plastic knife (oh my!), and a banana. The entire time they searched, the man asked that they show him a little respect, him being an elder and all, but the police laughed haughtily and ripped through the man's belongings without saying a word to him. After finding nothing, the plain clothes cop came back on the train and asked if anyone had seen anything. Silence, then someone said no. He then asked if the older man was on the train already or if he got on more recently. Someone said he'd been sitting there. The officer looked amused as he walked off the train, ordering the other officers to cease their aggressive inquisitions. Then the strangest thing happened. They all started to smile at each other. Giving the "perp" back his suitcase they told him it was all procedure, but I don't remember if they apologized or not. The older man seemed extremely relieved and told the cops he understood. I even heard laughter. WTF?!
The entire time this was happening I couldn't help but to think, he's black, that's the only reason he's being targeted. Then I thought of that phrase driving while black, and thought damn, he wasn't doing anything. He was just living while black and that's enough to almost get arrested. Maybe my view of the judicial system is a little jaded (to say the least). I'm glad he wasn't arrested, though and intrigued by the subsequent events. Also, during the fiasco, there was a couple sitting across from me frowning the entire time. The woman whispered, "police brutality,"to the man sitting next to her. I was watching those cops like a hawk, preparing myself to be a witness in a case if anything should happen, my hand clutching my phone ready to document any mistreatment. Luckily, there was nothing worthy of reporting. It was all just a big misunderstanding that caused me to be late for my first day of work. Lamesauce. Work was-interesting. The store is very different then the one I'm used to, but it was just my first day so I'll refrain from formulating any judgments.
I'm out.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Thursday, December 3, 2009
I'M TRAPPED
In Yonkers. FML.
Brooklyn baby, one day we'll be reunited. On a cool day in December we will meet, and Yonkers will be forgotten. All of the horrid memories, the nightmarish days, the incessant madness- poof! Gone in an instant when I cross the threshold of my wonderful burrough. I can feel my energy leaking out of me. Yonkers, darling you're breaking my heart. We have to go our separate ways. These past few days have been a haze. Light blending into dark with such devious ease. I'm trying my hardest not to sink to my knees and beg for release from this incorrigible hell. Alone in my deepest desires to flee from thee, I wait for the one person who can release me. One person who has been running errands, in and out for days, going to work, preparing for the holidays, forgetting an increasingly impatient guest (feeling more like a prisoner). And all I can do is wait and wait and wait, my eagerness depleting along with my energy. Hopefully I won't be completely diminished by the time Brooklyn and I reunite. I can barely type anymore ........................................
I'm (soooooooooo) out (of it).
WAAAIT!! ANOTHER THING!! (HOW COULD I FORGET!) pardon my french but ef that ruling ny. how the hell could this happen in such a liberal state? this is truly getting ridiculous. the amount of injustice in the "legal system" is already unbearable and the continuation of such blatant ignorance is so incredibly shameful. How could this happen in "progressive America?" My love for NY and my already dwindling hope for humanity is rapidly depreciating. I loved what NY stood for, or what I thought NY stood for. Now there's this disgusting haze of disappoint suffocating the streets of the city that never sleeps (now the city that encourages injustice). There's so much wrong with this city and I was willing to love it anyway, but then this happened. C'mon NY, you're breaking my heart.
Not you Kermit, you're okay. you rock.
Brooklyn baby, one day we'll be reunited. On a cool day in December we will meet, and Yonkers will be forgotten. All of the horrid memories, the nightmarish days, the incessant madness- poof! Gone in an instant when I cross the threshold of my wonderful burrough. I can feel my energy leaking out of me. Yonkers, darling you're breaking my heart. We have to go our separate ways. These past few days have been a haze. Light blending into dark with such devious ease. I'm trying my hardest not to sink to my knees and beg for release from this incorrigible hell. Alone in my deepest desires to flee from thee, I wait for the one person who can release me. One person who has been running errands, in and out for days, going to work, preparing for the holidays, forgetting an increasingly impatient guest (feeling more like a prisoner). And all I can do is wait and wait and wait, my eagerness depleting along with my energy. Hopefully I won't be completely diminished by the time Brooklyn and I reunite. I can barely type anymore ........................................
I'm (soooooooooo) out (of it).
WAAAIT!! ANOTHER THING!! (HOW COULD I FORGET!) pardon my french but ef that ruling ny. how the hell could this happen in such a liberal state? this is truly getting ridiculous. the amount of injustice in the "legal system" is already unbearable and the continuation of such blatant ignorance is so incredibly shameful. How could this happen in "progressive America?" My love for NY and my already dwindling hope for humanity is rapidly depreciating. I loved what NY stood for, or what I thought NY stood for. Now there's this disgusting haze of disappoint suffocating the streets of the city that never sleeps (now the city that encourages injustice). There's so much wrong with this city and I was willing to love it anyway, but then this happened. C'mon NY, you're breaking my heart.
Not you Kermit, you're okay. you rock.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Helloooo NY!!!
I'm baaack!
Packing for my move was so strange. Everything that I experienced and lived in VA was also getting packed away in a different sense, and as I folded clothes and shoved books into my book bag I began to grasp the infallible change that has occurred within me these last months. It really has been like a story, with a definitive beginning, middle, and end along with rising action, klymaxx (haha), and all the rest. And what an extraordinary ending. I left on such a fantastic note.
So here's my life in VA packed away in suitcases and such...
Note how uneasily neat everything appears. It reminds me of Nietzsche's Appolinian/Dionysian feuding dualities. A violently raging, chaotic reality beneath an appearance of perfect serenity.
After months of rehabilitation and self-discovery I find myself back where I started, in the place where it all began- a slowly deteriorating house in Yonkers. Being here makes me feel strange. Not exactly like I'm reverting back to who/what I was before, but a certain sinking feeling, like staying here for any extended amount of time (more than 3 days) will eventually lead to self-destruction. Luckily, I am not staying here, but moving into my apartment in Brooklyn. However, when that is has not been discussed which makes me a tad nervous and slightly irritated. Alas, I cannot complain for my family has been such an extraordinarily dependable entity in my life.
For these past months I have been slightly withdrawn from certain emotional connections for (to me) obvious reasons, but have since shed that defense mechanism because though being numb is sometimes necessary, being in a constant state of aloofness is just plain unhealthy. Though I thought I was protecting myself, there was something I knew was missing. I wasn't entirely whole because I kept myself from feeling. Gah, I love learning. Isn't life awesome?!
And now I am ready to take on the big city! There are so many things I want to realistically accomplish, so again I'm planning and executing. You can call me the executioner (only if you so desire).
I shall leave you with a song I am currently infatuated with...
I LOVE THEM.
I'm out.
Packing for my move was so strange. Everything that I experienced and lived in VA was also getting packed away in a different sense, and as I folded clothes and shoved books into my book bag I began to grasp the infallible change that has occurred within me these last months. It really has been like a story, with a definitive beginning, middle, and end along with rising action, klymaxx (haha), and all the rest. And what an extraordinary ending. I left on such a fantastic note.
So here's my life in VA packed away in suitcases and such...
Note how uneasily neat everything appears. It reminds me of Nietzsche's Appolinian/Dionysian feuding dualities. A violently raging, chaotic reality beneath an appearance of perfect serenity.
After months of rehabilitation and self-discovery I find myself back where I started, in the place where it all began- a slowly deteriorating house in Yonkers. Being here makes me feel strange. Not exactly like I'm reverting back to who/what I was before, but a certain sinking feeling, like staying here for any extended amount of time (more than 3 days) will eventually lead to self-destruction. Luckily, I am not staying here, but moving into my apartment in Brooklyn. However, when that is has not been discussed which makes me a tad nervous and slightly irritated. Alas, I cannot complain for my family has been such an extraordinarily dependable entity in my life.
For these past months I have been slightly withdrawn from certain emotional connections for (to me) obvious reasons, but have since shed that defense mechanism because though being numb is sometimes necessary, being in a constant state of aloofness is just plain unhealthy. Though I thought I was protecting myself, there was something I knew was missing. I wasn't entirely whole because I kept myself from feeling. Gah, I love learning. Isn't life awesome?!
And now I am ready to take on the big city! There are so many things I want to realistically accomplish, so again I'm planning and executing. You can call me the executioner (only if you so desire).
I shall leave you with a song I am currently infatuated with...
I LOVE THEM.
I'm out.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Language
I was on the metro today on my way into DC just to gather some things from my friend's place and I witnessed a perspective changing event, which makes me feel mildly exploitative in that I was covertly relishing in someone else's experience, comparing it to my own and feeling that much more dynamic (and privileged?) being exposed to new, different ideas on humanity. Sign Language. Never have I thought of sign language in the way I should have, as an extremely complex culture that heavily accentuates the importance of expression through hands and body movements. Like any language, sign language formulates unique ideas, thoughts, opinions sometimes nobody can understand, but users of that language.
So these four guys got on the train and sat pretty close to me and immediately started signing. One guy was really animated, telling a story as his friends intently watched and interjected their thoughts occasionally. I felt like I was intruding on their conversation so I stopped sneaking glances at them and presumed pondering about life. Ah life. Ugh life. Yeah... life.
Then, I thought about the way people who speak take for granted the inflection in their voice, the way they change their tones and raise their voices, but then I thought what a horrible thing to think! These friends on the metro obviously had no trouble understanding each other using their own form of communication. There were distinctive ways in which they all signed that were unique to their own personality.
I hope I don't sound completely ignorant or offend anyone who uses sign language, I will never fully understand the complicated culture.
These are just my (incomprehensible) ramblings.
I'm out.
So these four guys got on the train and sat pretty close to me and immediately started signing. One guy was really animated, telling a story as his friends intently watched and interjected their thoughts occasionally. I felt like I was intruding on their conversation so I stopped sneaking glances at them and presumed pondering about life. Ah life. Ugh life. Yeah... life.
Then, I thought about the way people who speak take for granted the inflection in their voice, the way they change their tones and raise their voices, but then I thought what a horrible thing to think! These friends on the metro obviously had no trouble understanding each other using their own form of communication. There were distinctive ways in which they all signed that were unique to their own personality.
I hope I don't sound completely ignorant or offend anyone who uses sign language, I will never fully understand the complicated culture.
These are just my (incomprehensible) ramblings.
I'm out.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Holy... J.Tillman
So, a lot has happened since the last time I updated. Geebus. A LOT. Okay. I'm officially moving to Brooklyn and must admit, I am quite terrified, but also pleased with myself. I had a plan and I executed it... bitch. Sorry, that was uncalled for.
Throughout the entire process I deflected the negativity and realized my dream. Ugh, that sentence sounds like it was pulled out of some shitty self-help book. Apologies. Last night, however, is the true reason I'm writing this evening.
J. Tillman at the 9:30 Club
DC has a thing for nines it seems. Anyway, the 9:30 Club is this awesome venue down the street from dc9. The performance space is a lot bigger than dc9's, but certainly not overwhelmingly, obnoxiously big. I must say though, the outside of the 9:30 club looks like a penitentiary. Inside was actually a really decent space. There's an upstairs with seating kind of like bleachers, which I thought was really nice for people who just want to sit down and enjoy the entertainment (boring people). When you first walk in there's this huge space and a nicely sized stage. There were bars on either side of the large room and a cute little window to order food from. I noticed there were little 9:30 club cupcakes behind the food counter and read a flier posted near the window that explained they pass them out at a certain time. Of course, we were too late to get cute 9:30 Club cupcakes. Lame.
Again I went to another show knowing nothing about an artist and wound up falling in love. J.Tillman from Fleet Foxes played last night and him and the band were amazing. He's a percussionist for Fleet Foxes and you could totally tell by the music he played. There was a lot of emphasis on bass and drums. He even played a gong that was sitting inconspicuously at his feet. When he played it he got on his knees and just hammered into it, but with precision. The gong in no way drowned out the sound of the instruments but blended in with the melody miraculously. There was a lot of unconventional use of instruments, which reminded me of experimental theatre pieces I've seen. As the show went on, J.Tillman played a few solo songs as the rest of the band took swigs of Jameson and bantered playfully (but quietly) amongst each other, showing a sweet camaraderie that makes bands that much more humane and likable. His solo performances were some of my favorite. His voice is soft and filled with emotion. The way he drags out notes and his lyrics! Oh my gosh, his lyrics. That's what I really loved about the show. I have to post some lines from one of my favorite songs he sung (yes, I have favorites already) called Crosswinds:
We'll find each other where we promised
Where the tied is low for man and spirits
I put aside the yearning of my voice when I was young
We'll find each other where we promised.
The song is incredible recorded, but performed live it was just mind-blowing.
The steel guitar is one of my favorite instruments to watch people in a band play and there was a steel guitarist in his band! He was so serious when he was playing, intently sliding and plucking. He made me smile.
In this particular song, the bassist and J. Tillman pulled out recorders, the drummer started banging on the rim of his drums, the guitarist played chords then slapped the strings to make unnerving, sharp sounds, and the steel guitarist played frantically, clapping periodically. It was so much fun to witness. You couldn't help but be overtaken by the music and their wild energy.
At the end of the show my friend Karen and I were determined to talk to the man himself.
And we did! He was super nice and even took pictures with us. Here's the one of him and me:
He told us while we were taking pictures that he looks scary in them. haha! No comment.
Recap: The performance was spectacular and he was really down to earth. Yet another great night at an awesome show. Here's "Master's House" performed at Popcirkus:
Incredible. Check him out!
PS- It took everything in me to refrain from referring to J.Tillman as JT.
PPS- His beard is awesome.
I'm out.
Throughout the entire process I deflected the negativity and realized my dream. Ugh, that sentence sounds like it was pulled out of some shitty self-help book. Apologies. Last night, however, is the true reason I'm writing this evening.
J. Tillman at the 9:30 Club
DC has a thing for nines it seems. Anyway, the 9:30 Club is this awesome venue down the street from dc9. The performance space is a lot bigger than dc9's, but certainly not overwhelmingly, obnoxiously big. I must say though, the outside of the 9:30 club looks like a penitentiary. Inside was actually a really decent space. There's an upstairs with seating kind of like bleachers, which I thought was really nice for people who just want to sit down and enjoy the entertainment (boring people). When you first walk in there's this huge space and a nicely sized stage. There were bars on either side of the large room and a cute little window to order food from. I noticed there were little 9:30 club cupcakes behind the food counter and read a flier posted near the window that explained they pass them out at a certain time. Of course, we were too late to get cute 9:30 Club cupcakes. Lame.
Again I went to another show knowing nothing about an artist and wound up falling in love. J.Tillman from Fleet Foxes played last night and him and the band were amazing. He's a percussionist for Fleet Foxes and you could totally tell by the music he played. There was a lot of emphasis on bass and drums. He even played a gong that was sitting inconspicuously at his feet. When he played it he got on his knees and just hammered into it, but with precision. The gong in no way drowned out the sound of the instruments but blended in with the melody miraculously. There was a lot of unconventional use of instruments, which reminded me of experimental theatre pieces I've seen. As the show went on, J.Tillman played a few solo songs as the rest of the band took swigs of Jameson and bantered playfully (but quietly) amongst each other, showing a sweet camaraderie that makes bands that much more humane and likable. His solo performances were some of my favorite. His voice is soft and filled with emotion. The way he drags out notes and his lyrics! Oh my gosh, his lyrics. That's what I really loved about the show. I have to post some lines from one of my favorite songs he sung (yes, I have favorites already) called Crosswinds:
We'll find each other where we promised
Where the tied is low for man and spirits
I put aside the yearning of my voice when I was young
We'll find each other where we promised.
The song is incredible recorded, but performed live it was just mind-blowing.
The steel guitar is one of my favorite instruments to watch people in a band play and there was a steel guitarist in his band! He was so serious when he was playing, intently sliding and plucking. He made me smile.
In this particular song, the bassist and J. Tillman pulled out recorders, the drummer started banging on the rim of his drums, the guitarist played chords then slapped the strings to make unnerving, sharp sounds, and the steel guitarist played frantically, clapping periodically. It was so much fun to witness. You couldn't help but be overtaken by the music and their wild energy.
At the end of the show my friend Karen and I were determined to talk to the man himself.
And we did! He was super nice and even took pictures with us. Here's the one of him and me:
He told us while we were taking pictures that he looks scary in them. haha! No comment.
Recap: The performance was spectacular and he was really down to earth. Yet another great night at an awesome show. Here's "Master's House" performed at Popcirkus:
Incredible. Check him out!
PS- It took everything in me to refrain from referring to J.Tillman as JT.
PPS- His beard is awesome.
I'm out.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Sweden is exporting more than Volvos and Saabs these days...
Za Haus of Sveden- Sofia Talvik
(The House of Sweden)
A few weeks ago I trekked down to icky Georgetown from the comfort of my friend's place near Adams Morgan to go see a woman perform I knew nothing about in the basement of a very snazzy building. I hopped on the bus, not really knowing what to expect. As I walked up to the building I remembered I had been outside of it before, sitting on a bench across from its grand entrance, getting distracted by the ostentatious architecture and wondering who the hell designed such an extravagant building. Thanks to Wikipedia now I know, Gert Wingårdh and Tomas Hansen. Awesome. I walked up to it and entered the lobby, a little intimidated by the large windows and high ceilings. The guard looked at me and smiled as I timidly asked where the concert was held. They directed me downstairs where I descended this beautifully crafted floating staircase down to a level where a miniature, very shallow indoor pond sat inconspicuously. I had to do a double take. I'm lucky I didn't fall in. EXAGGERATING. I think there was railing there haha, but you just don't expect to see something like that inside! Well, when you enter such a magical place anything goes I suppose.
Finally I made my way into the small room set up with tables where people sat leisurely drinking as they watched this woman perform. I came in late. What else is new. So I stood in the back, but had a very decent view because the room was so small. The first thing I thought when I saw her was, "Oh no. I almost forgot my aversion to female singers. I hope this doesn't suck." Sofia Talvik was phenomenal. Her voice was beautiful. It was only her and another guy with a guitar, but their sound was so strong. Not overpowering, but filled with emotion that swept over you like a serenely thoughtful wave, calming yet stirring. She uses repetition a lot and usually I feel like repetition's a cop out, but there are artists who have mastered the art and make it their own, Sofia is one of those artists. Her song Burning Fields which you can download for free at www.worldsound.com/free/sofia was actually one of my favorite songs. A bit depressing, but you know how I'm into that ish. I must say she does sound slightly better live, but I'm not disappointed by the sound at all. She was so endearing on stage, not an ounce of an ego, just so sweet. She kept encouraging pepole to stay and talk to her after her set. Her new album is called Jonestown, named after the horrible massacre. That song is also really beautiful in a painfully, heart wrenching way. You can hear that song on her website.
Everyone's always crying about getting new music, so check her out!
Sofia Talvik
I'm out.
(The House of Sweden)
A few weeks ago I trekked down to icky Georgetown from the comfort of my friend's place near Adams Morgan to go see a woman perform I knew nothing about in the basement of a very snazzy building. I hopped on the bus, not really knowing what to expect. As I walked up to the building I remembered I had been outside of it before, sitting on a bench across from its grand entrance, getting distracted by the ostentatious architecture and wondering who the hell designed such an extravagant building. Thanks to Wikipedia now I know, Gert Wingårdh and Tomas Hansen. Awesome. I walked up to it and entered the lobby, a little intimidated by the large windows and high ceilings. The guard looked at me and smiled as I timidly asked where the concert was held. They directed me downstairs where I descended this beautifully crafted floating staircase down to a level where a miniature, very shallow indoor pond sat inconspicuously. I had to do a double take. I'm lucky I didn't fall in. EXAGGERATING. I think there was railing there haha, but you just don't expect to see something like that inside! Well, when you enter such a magical place anything goes I suppose.
Finally I made my way into the small room set up with tables where people sat leisurely drinking as they watched this woman perform. I came in late. What else is new. So I stood in the back, but had a very decent view because the room was so small. The first thing I thought when I saw her was, "Oh no. I almost forgot my aversion to female singers. I hope this doesn't suck." Sofia Talvik was phenomenal. Her voice was beautiful. It was only her and another guy with a guitar, but their sound was so strong. Not overpowering, but filled with emotion that swept over you like a serenely thoughtful wave, calming yet stirring. She uses repetition a lot and usually I feel like repetition's a cop out, but there are artists who have mastered the art and make it their own, Sofia is one of those artists. Her song Burning Fields which you can download for free at www.worldsound.com/free/sofia was actually one of my favorite songs. A bit depressing, but you know how I'm into that ish. I must say she does sound slightly better live, but I'm not disappointed by the sound at all. She was so endearing on stage, not an ounce of an ego, just so sweet. She kept encouraging pepole to stay and talk to her after her set. Her new album is called Jonestown, named after the horrible massacre. That song is also really beautiful in a painfully, heart wrenching way. You can hear that song on her website.
Everyone's always crying about getting new music, so check her out!
Sofia Talvik
I'm out.
Friday, November 6, 2009
NYC Trip and Other Things
My NY trip was so much more than I expected. I stayed with these wonderful people...
photo via stalkerbook
And had the most wonderful time!
Friday night was a Gender Bender party, which is an event hosted by some guy I forget the name of who treated me very rudely, by the way, for no apparent reason. Anyway, those two gentlemen above performed in two extremely entertaining skits. I don't have their performances from that night, but I have another one that is utterly amazing.
LOVE IT.
You may want to watch it on youtube b/c it's cut off here. STUPID BLOGSPOT.
Saturday night was just lots of running around to different parties trying to stay dry. I was complaining like a mofo because I was wearing high heels- I NEVER wear heels, what possessed me to wear them that night is beyond me. I wish I had pictures from the night... well Shane does. Hopefully he'll post them and/or send them to me.
The rest of the weekend was just lots of hanging out and seeing people I hadn't seen in months, which was fantastic.
Oh I did go to Papacitos which is suppose to be this really famous Mexican restaurant. Apparently anybody who's anybody knows about it. I never heard of it before. haha it was really good, though.
Oy it was my friend's birthday on Monday! Shout out to the Nishmeister! I owe her like a huge party. For cereal.
On a more serious note....
Since I made my decision to move I have been getting a lot of unwanted advice that is neither constructive or conducive to my plans. Instead, people are giving me drastic alternatives...
"Move back to Miami for a while"
"Wait for your mother to move to NY" (who knows when that will be)
"Substitute teach in Miami" (I'm just not good with kids... no offense kids and Miami is OUT OF THE QUESTION, ugh.)
And then my favorite is using scare tactics to dissuade me from moving. For some reason people seem to think I'm this oblivious, gullible novice at life who is destined to be taken advantage of at every turn. With all due respect, I can handle myself. I'm not claiming to be all-knowing, but I do have some common sense and a slight grasp on reality, enough not to get myself killed- I hope. So, with that said I would really appreciate it if people would stop being so negative and aid my cause with positive thoughts and serious help. Please.
Oh and another thing. Regrets. Now, I don't have many of them in my life because I think everything that happens is a learning experience and I love learning. However, I must say there are little things that I do regret saying or doing in certain circumstances that just bother me for months on end until finally I get too exhausted to keep criticizing myself and give up. I won't go into details because well, I'm too proud. Anyway, I just wanted to mention regrets because it irritates me when people say they don't have them.
"What's one thing you regret in your life?"
"Nothing. I don't have regrets."
-Instant liar. Don't trust anyone who says that. They're probably psychotic.
Alright, so I'm trying to get over this weird cold thing I contracted sometime this weekend. I'm coughing everywhere. EVERYWHERE. ALL THE TIME. It's seriously not cool. I'm trying to go out tonight but don't want to be a walking bio-hazard. Maybe I'll wear one of those ridiculous masks all night. It will either be seen as mysteriously sexy or obnoxiously cautious and plain sad.
I shall leave you with this...
NECESSARY.
I'm gonna go make some tea or something...
I'm out.
photo via stalkerbook
And had the most wonderful time!
Friday night was a Gender Bender party, which is an event hosted by some guy I forget the name of who treated me very rudely, by the way, for no apparent reason. Anyway, those two gentlemen above performed in two extremely entertaining skits. I don't have their performances from that night, but I have another one that is utterly amazing.
LOVE IT.
You may want to watch it on youtube b/c it's cut off here. STUPID BLOGSPOT.
Saturday night was just lots of running around to different parties trying to stay dry. I was complaining like a mofo because I was wearing high heels- I NEVER wear heels, what possessed me to wear them that night is beyond me. I wish I had pictures from the night... well Shane does. Hopefully he'll post them and/or send them to me.
The rest of the weekend was just lots of hanging out and seeing people I hadn't seen in months, which was fantastic.
Oh I did go to Papacitos which is suppose to be this really famous Mexican restaurant. Apparently anybody who's anybody knows about it. I never heard of it before. haha it was really good, though.
Oy it was my friend's birthday on Monday! Shout out to the Nishmeister! I owe her like a huge party. For cereal.
On a more serious note....
Since I made my decision to move I have been getting a lot of unwanted advice that is neither constructive or conducive to my plans. Instead, people are giving me drastic alternatives...
"Move back to Miami for a while"
"Wait for your mother to move to NY" (who knows when that will be)
"Substitute teach in Miami" (I'm just not good with kids... no offense kids and Miami is OUT OF THE QUESTION, ugh.)
And then my favorite is using scare tactics to dissuade me from moving. For some reason people seem to think I'm this oblivious, gullible novice at life who is destined to be taken advantage of at every turn. With all due respect, I can handle myself. I'm not claiming to be all-knowing, but I do have some common sense and a slight grasp on reality, enough not to get myself killed- I hope. So, with that said I would really appreciate it if people would stop being so negative and aid my cause with positive thoughts and serious help. Please.
Oh and another thing. Regrets. Now, I don't have many of them in my life because I think everything that happens is a learning experience and I love learning. However, I must say there are little things that I do regret saying or doing in certain circumstances that just bother me for months on end until finally I get too exhausted to keep criticizing myself and give up. I won't go into details because well, I'm too proud. Anyway, I just wanted to mention regrets because it irritates me when people say they don't have them.
"What's one thing you regret in your life?"
"Nothing. I don't have regrets."
-Instant liar. Don't trust anyone who says that. They're probably psychotic.
Alright, so I'm trying to get over this weird cold thing I contracted sometime this weekend. I'm coughing everywhere. EVERYWHERE. ALL THE TIME. It's seriously not cool. I'm trying to go out tonight but don't want to be a walking bio-hazard. Maybe I'll wear one of those ridiculous masks all night. It will either be seen as mysteriously sexy or obnoxiously cautious and plain sad.
I shall leave you with this...
NECESSARY.
I'm gonna go make some tea or something...
I'm out.
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