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Friday, May 18, 2001
I'm at Mint Manor now, thank god. Finished the English paper last night. It is 7 and 1/3 pages and very boring. I believe I may be the only person under the age of 25 who can write such an excruciatingly dry, dull and academic paper on the topics of sex and violence. ("Sex and Danger: The Uses of Violence in Homoerotic Fiction". Even the title puts me to sleep.) I can suck the sexiness out of anything, baby.
Gina and I just went to dinner. That diner again. I had pork chops again. I don't think I've ever not had pork chops there.
We must call Caroline's and get Patton tickets, if we still can. Yes, we caved. Neither of us have the money, really, but we're going anyway, 'cause it's Patton.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:51 PM | shower me with attention
Gina and I just went to dinner. That diner again. I had pork chops again. I don't think I've ever not had pork chops there.
We must call Caroline's and get Patton tickets, if we still can. Yes, we caved. Neither of us have the money, really, but we're going anyway, 'cause it's Patton.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:51 PM | shower me with attention
Thursday, May 17, 2001
I also watched an entire episode of MSNBC's Headliners and Legends about Goldie Hawn and Kate Hudson. Every time I see Kate Hudson I am reminded of how some people in this world are golden and beautiful and blessed, and some people are not, even though they may be the same age. How pathetic. (But Mark still talked to me first! Ha!)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:21 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:21 AM | shower me with attention
People who don't update their blogs suck. Seriously.
I'm supposed to have this week off to be studying and writing papers and such in preparation for next week.
Tonight I was so bored that I actually watched almost an entire Regents preparation show on PBS. It was a math teacher going through problems from old Regents tests. I watched, slack-jawed, for what felt like hours as she went through concepts I left school so I would not have to attempt to understand. My anthro essays remain unprepared. My English paper remains unwritten. I feel fear.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:19 AM | shower me with attention
I'm supposed to have this week off to be studying and writing papers and such in preparation for next week.
Tonight I was so bored that I actually watched almost an entire Regents preparation show on PBS. It was a math teacher going through problems from old Regents tests. I watched, slack-jawed, for what felt like hours as she went through concepts I left school so I would not have to attempt to understand. My anthro essays remain unprepared. My English paper remains unwritten. I feel fear.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:19 AM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, May 16, 2001
I've often told the story of the day in the green room at Conan where I complimented Dave's blue doc martens. I used to be quite fixated by them. I would simply stare at them whenever we met in person, too shy to meet his eye. I dreamed of owning them. That day in the green room, he came in to get some coffee. He was newly blond then, and seemed even more Godly and Movie-Star-Like than ever before. After greeting us pleasantly, he turned to pour his coffee and out of nowhere I blurted out, "Where did you get those shoes?"
"Uh, Melrose," he said.
Here any normal person would make an intelligent and thoughtful reply, such as, "Ah" or "I see" or "How about that?" Not I. I simply burst out with an oh-so-clever, "D'oh!!!".
On a whim the other day I did an ebay search for said shoes. Not that I wouldn't prefer new ones, mind you, but since I do most of my shopping in this world online, and they are vaguely difficult to find, particularly within my terribly limited price range, I'd not put much thought into obtaining them through regular channels.
Well, guess what.
(To put it another way: WOO-HOO!!!!!!!!!!!!)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:41 AM | shower me with attention
"Uh, Melrose," he said.
Here any normal person would make an intelligent and thoughtful reply, such as, "Ah" or "I see" or "How about that?" Not I. I simply burst out with an oh-so-clever, "D'oh!!!".
On a whim the other day I did an ebay search for said shoes. Not that I wouldn't prefer new ones, mind you, but since I do most of my shopping in this world online, and they are vaguely difficult to find, particularly within my terribly limited price range, I'd not put much thought into obtaining them through regular channels.
Well, guess what.
(To put it another way: WOO-HOO!!!!!!!!!!!!)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:41 AM | shower me with attention
I never answer the phone.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:34 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:34 AM | shower me with attention
My Oz Prison Bitch Name is either "Queer Johnny" or "The Piss Guzzler", depending on whether I'm going by Octavia or Tavie.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:33 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:33 AM | shower me with attention
Geez, you must be a cola conniseur. (How do you spell that?) What exactly is Pepsi One? I've never understood it. How is it different from Diet Pepsi?
Happy Kevin day, all!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:31 AM | shower me with attention
Happy Kevin day, all!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:31 AM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, May 15, 2001
I just saw Michael Penn on a repeat of Saturday Night Live. I had part of that appearance on tape somewhere but this time I got the whole blessed thing, complete with Sean Penn ruffling his hair. Michael sang "This and That". I swooned.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:40 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:40 AM | shower me with attention
Monday, May 14, 2001
In order of priority:
1. English paper. 8 pages. Probably the topic about violence and "experimental sexuality".
2. Anthro final. Read articles. Prepare essays. Memorize essays.
3. Sociology final. Type out definitions. Memorize definitions.
4. Get a job.
5. Grow up.
6. Rhumba!
(Perhaps switch number 5 with number 6.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:58 PM | shower me with attention
1. English paper. 8 pages. Probably the topic about violence and "experimental sexuality".
2. Anthro final. Read articles. Prepare essays. Memorize essays.
3. Sociology final. Type out definitions. Memorize definitions.
4. Get a job.
5. Grow up.
6. Rhumba!
(Perhaps switch number 5 with number 6.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:58 PM | shower me with attention
If that Weakest Link woman had longer hair, I might be attracted to her.
I think I am definitely fuzzier-headed than I once was. I can't keep simple concepts in my brain. I can't remember words. I can't formulate interesting sentences. I am dull and lacking in creativity. Nothing rhymes anymore. Nothing I write down wants to be read. The only things I write down are emails, newsgroup posts, blog entries and school papers. I need to be quicker and sharper and more interesting.
I tried to register for summer school but the only course I "wanted" was closed. (Evening Math 101.) I don't like math, but I succumbed to maternal pressure and attempted to register for it. Oh, well. She's now trying to convince me to take astronomy. Need to get the science credits out of the way and all that. It's amazing how many courses they make you take when you compare it to European schools. In European schools you decide what to focus on early and then take classes relating to that subject. Not so here, but I wish the requirements weren't so... math-y and science-y. At least P.E. isn't required at my school.
My mom wants me to apply to transfer to Columbia. This would be good because of their anthro program, which is much better than Hunter's. Not to mention prestige level, if that's important at all. But I can't go to Columbia for several reasons, the least of which is the fact that they require P.E. (Monetary issues and the fact that I have absolutely no extracurriculars to put on the application are also factors, not to mention that entire semester of withdrawn classes on my transcript.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:54 PM | shower me with attention
I think I am definitely fuzzier-headed than I once was. I can't keep simple concepts in my brain. I can't remember words. I can't formulate interesting sentences. I am dull and lacking in creativity. Nothing rhymes anymore. Nothing I write down wants to be read. The only things I write down are emails, newsgroup posts, blog entries and school papers. I need to be quicker and sharper and more interesting.
I tried to register for summer school but the only course I "wanted" was closed. (Evening Math 101.) I don't like math, but I succumbed to maternal pressure and attempted to register for it. Oh, well. She's now trying to convince me to take astronomy. Need to get the science credits out of the way and all that. It's amazing how many courses they make you take when you compare it to European schools. In European schools you decide what to focus on early and then take classes relating to that subject. Not so here, but I wish the requirements weren't so... math-y and science-y. At least P.E. isn't required at my school.
My mom wants me to apply to transfer to Columbia. This would be good because of their anthro program, which is much better than Hunter's. Not to mention prestige level, if that's important at all. But I can't go to Columbia for several reasons, the least of which is the fact that they require P.E. (Monetary issues and the fact that I have absolutely no extracurriculars to put on the application are also factors, not to mention that entire semester of withdrawn classes on my transcript.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:54 PM | shower me with attention
Fuckin' ass Blogger wouldn't publish this earlier:
Happy Kitana Day!
Today is Kitana's 20th birthday. Forgetting that she was going away today to spend time with her family and take a trip to California, I ordered a bunch of balloons to be sent to her place today. Then, remembering her plans, I tried to cancel said order (perhaps a welcome-home bunch of balloons would be in better order, for when she's actually there?). I have no idea if the balloon people received my message or not; I got a very strange email in reply. So it will be interesting to see whether or not Kitana returns home to find a bunch of wilted balloons waiting for her. {g}
Today is the last day of classes (except for art tomorrow). Next week is finals week. This week is studying/writing papers week. Whoopee. I have to get my ass dressed and to class for the review sessions. I hope Terry got me an extra study sheet. (I, er, missed Sociology last Thursday. Whoops.)
Must get up and get dressed. Dry hair? No, Mr Sun shall do that for me.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:35 AM | shower me with attention
Happy Kitana Day!
Today is Kitana's 20th birthday. Forgetting that she was going away today to spend time with her family and take a trip to California, I ordered a bunch of balloons to be sent to her place today. Then, remembering her plans, I tried to cancel said order (perhaps a welcome-home bunch of balloons would be in better order, for when she's actually there?). I have no idea if the balloon people received my message or not; I got a very strange email in reply. So it will be interesting to see whether or not Kitana returns home to find a bunch of wilted balloons waiting for her. {g}
Today is the last day of classes (except for art tomorrow). Next week is finals week. This week is studying/writing papers week. Whoopee. I have to get my ass dressed and to class for the review sessions. I hope Terry got me an extra study sheet. (I, er, missed Sociology last Thursday. Whoops.)
Must get up and get dressed. Dry hair? No, Mr Sun shall do that for me.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:35 AM | shower me with attention
Sunday, May 13, 2001
o/~One Was Johnny...
One was Johnny who lived by himself
Two was the rat who jumped on the shelf
Three was the cat who chased the rat
Four was the dog who came in and sat
Five was the turtle who bit the dog's tail
Six was the monkey who brought in the mail
Seven the blackbird, pecked poor Johnny's nose.
One was Johnny.
Eight was a tiger out selling old clothes
Nine was the robber who took an old shoe
Ten was a puzzle: What would Johnny do?
One was Johnny.
He stood on a chair and he said:
"Here's what I'll do:
I'll start to count backwards, and when I am through
If this house isn't empty, I'll eat all of you!
Nine was the robber who left looking pale
Eight was the tiger who chased him to jail
Seven the blackbird, flew off to Havana
Six was the monkey who stole a banana
Five was the turtle who crawled off to bed
Four was the dog who went home on a sled
Three was the cat who pounced on the rat
Two was the rat who left with the cat
And one was Johnny.
One was Johnny who lived by himself
and liked it like that.
-Words by Maurice Sendak. Music by Carole King. Vocal stylings by Tavie.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:23 AM | shower me with attention
One was Johnny who lived by himself
Two was the rat who jumped on the shelf
Three was the cat who chased the rat
Four was the dog who came in and sat
Five was the turtle who bit the dog's tail
Six was the monkey who brought in the mail
Seven the blackbird, pecked poor Johnny's nose.
One was Johnny.
Eight was a tiger out selling old clothes
Nine was the robber who took an old shoe
Ten was a puzzle: What would Johnny do?
One was Johnny.
He stood on a chair and he said:
"Here's what I'll do:
I'll start to count backwards, and when I am through
If this house isn't empty, I'll eat all of you!
Nine was the robber who left looking pale
Eight was the tiger who chased him to jail
Seven the blackbird, flew off to Havana
Six was the monkey who stole a banana
Five was the turtle who crawled off to bed
Four was the dog who went home on a sled
Three was the cat who pounced on the rat
Two was the rat who left with the cat
And one was Johnny.
One was Johnny who lived by himself
and liked it like that.
-Words by Maurice Sendak. Music by Carole King. Vocal stylings by Tavie.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:23 AM | shower me with attention
