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I had such noble plans for today. I was going to wake up, come straight to The Penthouse and start on my Latin essay and do a lot of studying of gerunds and subjunctive endings and things like that while everyone is out at a concert.

Instead, I rolled out of bed late, left with my mom, opened a checking account at a new bank, and wandered the Upper West Side with Mom in search of tickets to The Frogs (found, and 'spensive), new walking shoes (not found), a new shoulder bag (not found), the new cast recording of Assassins (found) and lunch (not found.) Oh, and coffee. A'course. (Found at Edgar's Cafe.)

Mom ended up coming back to Jersey City with me, where we had dinner (DUCK!), came back to The Penthouse, made more coffee, watched Casablanca and cuddled the Puppers.

She just left and I just scrabbled together a pathetic little essay about Roman attitudes towards life and death. I guess I'll do the subjerundiviciples tomorrow. I'm too sleepy now. Or too wired. I can't tell the difference anymore.

Hey, look, a puppy.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:51 PM | shower me with attention

Friday, August 13, 2004

I just went into the living room where my parents are watching the Olympics and Bjork was about to come on and sing. She started her song and GODDAMN if Couric and Costas didn't CONTINUE TO TALK while the woman was singing. Like she was a damn sporting event.

I find that outrageously disrespectful. You commentate on sporting events, not over a vocal performance.

I'd write an angry letter if I were a Bjork fan, or weren't too lazy to look for an address to direct it to...

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:12 PM | shower me with attention

Can someone please turn this sound clip up into a dance mix?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:38 PM | shower me with attention

Oh god, I need to detox. Oh god. Check me into Saint Juan Valdez's Rehab Clinic. Oh god. Jitterjitterjitterjitterjitter. I type so fast I can't see my fingers anymore but my eyes are like cherry jawbreakers, unsucked-upon; dry, red. Arrrrr.

Drunk with the access to free coffee, drunk with the possibility of nonstop flow from cup to gullet to nerves, I have OD'd. Like Orson Welles OD'd.

Next week, next week, after the final on Monday, I have two weeks with no school. Two weeks free of school. Maybe, maybe I can detox. Maybe... maybe I can detox. Mom got some nice half-caff from Trader Joe's. Maybe... I'll fall asleep at my desk, but at least I won't have school...

Jitterjitterjitterjitter. That Puerto Rican coffee is muthafuckin stee-rong.

Nextweeknextweekmaybemaybemaybemaybemaybemaybe

Backtoworkbacktoworkbacktoworkbacktoworkbacktowork

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:26 PM | shower me with attention

Today's coffee-centred Post of the Day:

I did it! I did it! I made it into that super-special mysterious-coffeemaker-that-lives-on-the-lunchroom-counter club!

Well, my sister did it. She was talking to a guy who turned out to be the guy in charge of the little coffee club. She told him how I wanted in on that action and he told her to tell me the "rules", which are: throw some money in once in awhile, make a new pot if I finish it up, clean it out once in awhile. I can totally do that. I did it right away, in fact.

They use that really strong Puerto Rican coffee, too. Muy bueno.

Things are looking up.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:29 PM | shower me with attention

Apparently some people were playing a game last night where they were trying to guess one another's zodiac sign. Apparently an Aquarius tried to give a hint by referencing the song "Age of Aquarius", and when my sister didn't get the reference, that Aquarius prodded, "You know, it's from one of your sister's stupid musicals."

I just hope that a certain Gemini was in attendance for that, as I happen to know that that Gemini is also fond of said "stupid musical".

I would also like to state that I don't talk trash about other people's musical tastes behind their backs. Except for sometimes my sister's, but that's all in good fun.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:03 PM | shower me with attention

Beware the ides of August, children, for they fall on a Friday.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:01 AM | shower me with attention

Music go bye-bye. I thought I charged it up last night. Dammit. Dammit dammit. Right in the middle of "Blame it on Cain", too.

It's going to be one of those really long days, now.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:56 AM | shower me with attention

I'm glad that my memory's remote
'cause I'm doing just fine hour to hour
note to note...

(Name that tune.)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:34 AM | shower me with attention

Thursday, August 12, 2004

My last two posts were about coffee.

Hm.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:35 PM | shower me with attention

I think I probably average 500-600 milligrams of caffeine a day. (16 oz + 8 oz x 2-3 coffee + 2 cans or equiv of Diet Coke.) Is this a lot? It doesn't seem too terrible but without it I just want to die.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:39 PM | shower me with attention

The 50-cents-a-cup coffee machine was busted today. I thought I was gonna die. I still didn't have the nerve to use the mysterious coffeemaker that lives on the counter, and I was desperate. What to do, what to do?

My ingenious resourcefulness saved the situation: I "borrowed" a coffee filter from mysterious-coffeemaker, grabbed a single-serve foil packet (Sumatran blend, the strongest coffee of all!) that goes with the 50-cents machine, and stuffed the filter into a paper cup. I tore open the foil with my teeth and emptied the grounds into the filter. Then I took my nail clipper, poked a hole in the bottom of the cup, and fit the whole deal into another paper cup. Then I heated some water in the microwave and poured it into the first cup. I held the first cup up and let the coffee drip into the second cup. My very own one-cup dripper! And disposable!

I think I'll just start bringing my real one-cup dripper in with me and save myself the 50 cents a cup that way.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:16 PM | shower me with attention

I am Miss Lonelyheart. That is my new name, everyone address me as such.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:06 AM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, August 11, 2004

Addendum: Don't click the following link if you're at work. It's a picture of a penis. (Added because a couple of people almost did that.)

Oh shit, oh shit, Patton, oh shit. This is why we're not supposed to read blogs at work. How do I explain the tattooed penis picture in my cache, eh?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:46 AM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, August 10, 2004

Anyone who reads Andrew's blog should know that he's working on having it fixed; apparently someone hacked the site.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:29 PM | shower me with attention

Great gosh almighty, did you know there's a Gaylordsville, Connecticut?

I am MOVING THERE~

Oh, I hope it's as I imagine it to be...

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:42 PM | shower me with attention

I added some people back to the list at left, because they started blogging again.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:03 PM | shower me with attention

Let the record show: Josh Malina is a hipster-geek god among men.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:42 AM | shower me with attention

Monday, August 09, 2004

OCTAVIA.CF
SOROR
AVG[usti Caesaris]

Tonight was Latin gravestones again. That's freaking creepy, man.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:13 PM | shower me with attention

Have to take care,
unless there's a "where"
you'll only be wandering blind.
Just more questions,
different kinds.
Where are we to go?
Where are we ever to go?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:43 PM | shower me with attention

Sunday, August 08, 2004

Today we had a pick-a-nick in Central Park. We ate from a pick-a-nick basket. We had champagne. We played Texas Hold 'Em. I didn't play. I watched and commented and drank champagne. I fulfilled Dave's exact function on Celebrity Poker Showdown (where champagne = whiskey?)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:50 PM | shower me with attention

Today was a fun day because not only did CHERYL!!!!!! come to visit (she's staying over at The Penthouse until tomorrow) but we also got to spend the evening with FRANCIS!!!!! I sure love those guys. I wish they were here more. Why do people have to live in different states?

We saw some shows at the UCB. Because it's Saturday night and that's what we do.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:00 AM | shower me with attention