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Laughing at Tara's description of BNL fan Hetty. Hell, if I had the energy, I'd be the Tavie of the BNL group, but I could never get into that group, not even before Stunt. Don't love BNL any less, of course.

I am now remembering that excruciating (but in retrospect, highly amusing) Meet-N-Greet when Tyler came out to be the first to make the rounds among the knee-knocking fans waiting around backstage with their things to be signed, and he came up to me and erin first off and for a few seconds no one said or did anything, and so I stuck my hand out and said, too loudly, "Hi, I'm Tavie."

Derf.

Then I made Tyler and Jim and Steve sign my shirt. It was a dirty white shirt. I'd just gotten off a plane that day and hadn't had time to change. (It was an Emergency BNL-meeting situation. {g})

::shaking head:: "Hi, I'm Tavie."
Luckily, it was to Tyler. He's the Ringo. (I LOVE Tyler, but he IS the Ringo. Admit it.)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:16 PM | shower me with attention

Fuck-all! Just saw the commercial again... THAT AIN'T NO FRANCIS!

THAT AIN'T NO FRANCIS!

Well, I'll watch it, but I ain't tapin' it.

Found my purse!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:21 PM | shower me with attention

Where the hell is my purse?

I'm going to Mint Manor tonight, I don't care. My mom's in Sweden and it fuckin' sucks over here.

Kirsten and I just watched a commercial on TNT for The Mists of Avalon, which I am totally seeing anyway because that book was awesome and I think Julianna Margulies and Anjelica Huston look perfect as Morgaine and Igraine, but anyhow, towards the end of the ad Kirsten goes, "Isn't that Francis?" meaning Francis from "Malcolm in the Middle", and holy hell! I screamed, "Oh my god that IS FRANCIS!!" and we laughed our asses off and shrieked. I am so taping that now. Francis (I don't even know the actor's name) is my lustbunny. Homina.

Where the hell is my purse???

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:40 AM | shower me with attention

Thursday, March 22, 2001

I am in no way cool enough to even know Goose and Matt.

I must work harder to accept this. I am a fawner, a groupie, a fangirl, a satellite. I revolve, I adore, I fawn, I group. There is a lot of love in me but not much else. That, too, has a function. It is not art but it is very nice.

I will now write Goose and Matt's names on my sneakers in glitter marker and dream up a fan site dedicated to them. I
will, perhaps, gain some small notoriety for the extensiveness, the volume, the duration of my fandom.

This is who I am. This is what I'll be. Smile!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:33 PM | shower me with attention

Yay, Goose is back.

Instead of catching up on Lady Audley's Secret, 280 pages of which I'm supposed to have read for my Queer England class today, I have been combing eBay and obsessing over my violin. It is actually cradled in my lap now. It is so sad. I wish I could play it. I've spent all morning wishing I could play it. When I quit at age 9 everyone said I'd regret it and I said, "Pshaw! I'd rather be playing outside or watching The Monkees than practicing!"

What a fool I was.

So now, as an Adult, every few months I take out old Siggerson (still not sure how to spell it but that's his name) and I tune him up best I can and screeeeeeeeeech along to Aimee songs or over Andie MacDowell's voice in Andie MacDowell movies. Really it sounds so very terrible. I spent all morning trying to make the broken E string somehow fit in the peg, and then, in a flash of brilliance, stripped the old baby-violin of its E string.

I envy anyone who can actually play a musical instrument.
Let's take Aimee. (Might as well, right?) She's a guitar goddess who got so good at the guitar that she needed a NEW challenge and started taking piano lessons. In the middle of a brilliant career, at age 40, after winning AWARDS for playing the bass and stuff, she learns a new instrument.

AND she's an example of postmodernism in my sociology textbook.

I hope when I'm 40 I'm no longer living with my parents. That's my One Big Ambition.

Until then, Siggerson and I will be practicing our ear-scorching rendition of Choice in the Matter.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:02 PM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, March 21, 2001

What bugged me about the "Baby Sitter's Club" series was how Ann Martin tried to combat the American stereotype of the "smart Asian" by making Claudia Kishi borderline-retarded. A five-year-old wouldn't make the spelling mistakes she did. But it's okay, because she's "artistic".
Kristy was obviously a lesbian. She made way too big a deal about her "love/hate" relationship with one Alan Gray. (Forgot about him, didn't you?)

It's great how I can't remember anything about the effect of imperialist European discourse on the colonized societies, but I can remember every detail from every "Baby Sitter's Club" book I ever read.

Saw Dad in the hospital today and he's doin' good. I wonder when they're letting him go. I'm supposed to start working at Gina's job on Fridays starting this Friday, but I can't if he's coming home tomorrow or Friday because mom's going to Sweden tomorrow. Dagnabbit.

I have so much homework to do I might as well just strangle myself with my hair. The anthro midterm next Wednesday is going to kick my ass.

Bitch, bitch. bitch.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:54 PM | shower me with attention

They think dad'll be in another night because they don't like his blood cell count or something. I think I shall bring over the Velveteen Rabbit or something to comfort him. (I would bring over Eloise, neé Baby in the Pink Dress, which is his favourite of my stuffed friends, but I think it's too girly.)

ROTFLMAO!!!!!! I cannot stop laughing! A tinfoil hat! Sold! On eBay! For $60.99!!!!
The music and the looks on the people's faces... and the description... it's just too funny.

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

{{{{{{{{{{{{Laura}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}

My dad's still in the hospital overnight for observation, but he'll be fine. He's got a bleeding ulcer and will take medication and antibiotics and have to eat much more carefully. So I get to play Food Police, yay!
I really appreciated your support today... thank you.

Matt, Boy-Crazy Stacey was book 8, in which Stacey and Mary Anne are mother's helpers for the Pike family in Sea City.

::looks up, notices the stares:: What?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:00 AM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, March 20, 2001

My mom took my dad to the Emergency Room this morning.

They're still there. It's all or nothing with my dad. He's a notorious whiner with hypochondriatic tendencies who throws himself into a sulk if you don't fawn every time he cuts his finger. He wears his diabetes like a badge-- we have never eaten in a restaurant without the waitperson knowing he's a diabetic.

The past few months he's been having a lot of stomachaches. The doctor diagnosed it as a virus... he's missed more work in the past few months than he probably has in 20 years. He woke up this morning feeling very sick and his normally ruddy complexion was scary-pale. My dad's face is never pale. When I touched his head it was cold and sweaty, and my dad's face is never cold. So my mom took him to the Emergency Room. I called his office and told them he wasn't coming in.

Mom just called. The nurse took one look at him and said he was anaemic... they've been doing tests all morning and apparently his stomach's bleeding or something. I guess he has an ulcer. They're going to do something with a scope soon, my mom said, and she guesses he'll be there all night, but she doesn't sound worried, so that's good. My mom's good at worrying so if she's not in a frenzy over this, it must not be too bad.

It makes me think, though, because his mother, my grandma, died a few years ago and they say she had stomach cancer. She was pretty old, in her early 90's, and my dad's only 63, but she didn't have diabetes.

So it's worrisome.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:02 PM | shower me with attention

Monday, March 19, 2001

The sociology midterm was very, very easy.

I'm having breathing issues today. I wonder if I have asthma. I should really find out. Every spring I have trouble breathing. It sucks.

Kitana's new blog location is linked to the left, guys. But the wench hasn't updated it. :P

Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:52 PM | shower me with attention

I am fading. This is bad, as I have a midterm in sociology in exactly 2 hours. I can't study anymore. I really haven't studied very much, but I can't anymore. I hope I get by anyway, somehow, like Ferris Bueller, or the girl in that 'Til Tuesday song, "Limits to Love".
I think that song is pretty much the way my sister sees me. Or am I projecting my own feelings onto her again?

She gets in trouble but she will scrape through
She is the kind of girl who can always find help.
I'd say she's stupid but it'd be untrue
Oh, you've got to be smart if you're fooling yourself.

I sure talk about Kirsten a lot here. Well, she's a good sister and she's around a lot and I don't have much going on in my life... do you know what was surreal, seeing Matt refer to meeting "Tavie and Kirsten". The phrase "Tavie and Kirsten" is the most natural concept in the world to me, of course, but I'm unused to hearing it from online people.

In other news, the goils gave me a key to Mint Manor! A real key! Now I have two working keys on my keychain, and one just for show. {g} AND Gina is getting a computer! There is nothing stopping me from moving in full-time, now. My dream is that I do that this summer, get a crappy job at the CVS, and Kitana comes down for the summer and lives with us. She can get a crappy job, too. It would be wonderful, and take some of the sting away from Linn's departure.

Real-life Steph called last night from Tennessee. She was feeling blue and I helped her be unblue. I miss her so much. I think it's good for her to live away from her family, but she still has so much needless guilt. And being far from her family means being far away from us. Erica and Kirsten and I are also her family. She's graduating in June. I hope she goes to grad school somewhere a bit closer.

I watched the A&E Up Close Biography of "Sesame Street", and of course it made me cry. I love Carol Spinney, I just love him.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:18 AM | shower me with attention

People with no lives write faq's instead of studying.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:21 AM | shower me with attention

Sunday, March 18, 2001

Fucking-ass Tripod is a fucking bastard mother-fucker. I want Kitana's blog back and I want it NOW.

Say the word, pumpkin. I'd love to have you be tavie.com/kitana.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:00 PM | shower me with attention

It is funny that Matt should compare my sweetness to that of old Duran Duran songs, for just a few moments before reading that, I had posed a question to the room at large:

"How do I remember that Gustav LeBon formulated theories about mob mentality?"

Kirsten replied, "Simon LeBon was the guy from Duran Duran."
Me: "And people used to mob Duran Duran!"

Just call me Johnny Mnemonic.

In other news, I think I scared Goose a little less than usual. I'm getting better and better each time we meet. Maybe one day I won't scare her at all!

Before Night Falls was rambly and confusing, but it DID have a scene on Roosevelt Island, and that's good enough for me.

Matt is delightful and he and Goose are my new favourite comedy duo. They may force me to become a "Gilmore Girls" fan, but it's a small price to pay for being allowed audience to their delicious, chewy, melt-in-your-mouth gourmet brand of banter.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:49 PM | shower me with attention