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She won't mention it, but I will: Kitana graduated at the very top of her class. Apparently they don't "do" the Valedictorian label up in Canada, but translated into American, that's what she was: Valedictorian.

Is anyone surprised? No.
Is anyone proud? You should see my face...

(Kitana seems, for some reason, to be embarrassed by this fact. Therefore, I prohibit her from commenting on this entry and trying somehow to deflect from the glory of my announcement.)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:28 PM | shower me with attention

I called my sis today in London to ask her a question, and she said, "Miss you". And she said it first.

It was beautiful.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:30 PM | shower me with attention

My wish list is ridiculously up to date. But I can't get them to list the Sports Night DVDs first. They should let you list these in the order of what you want the most...

Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:18 PM | shower me with attention

So I'll talk about the weather: today is the first official day of summer. In New York City, it's 60° F and raining steadily. It's cold in the house. Yay summer.

I was supposed to get up by 11 today to get a particular yarn I need for a particular project that I can't discuss here because it's someone's birthday soon, and I called the shop ahead of time and made sure they had it. The shop is in the town in New Jersey where Gina works. It's an hour away. But I couldn't fall asleep last night, so I couldn't get up today. So I'll have to find a place in the city that sells the yarn. Gina went to work anyway. She's a hard worker.

I'm up to the decorative yoke on the cardigan.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:29 PM | shower me with attention

There is nothing to report.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:22 PM | shower me with attention

Thursday, June 19, 2003

So, after complaining here about how lonely I am all day, today I got out of my test early, bought a book at Shakespeare, and was reading said book outside of the building when not one but two people whom I'd taken classes with in the class, came up to me, one after the other, to chat me up.

And, as much as I hate to repeat a cliche-- who'm I kidding, I love to repeat a cliche-- why are gay guys so damn cute?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:37 PM | shower me with attention

Some say, “I’m more of a cat person”. Choices like these don’t work for me. I want it all. I could fall in love with a turtle. Easily.

I love you, Craig Northey.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:24 PM | shower me with attention

I am studying for my computers exam, and, tell me if I'm wrong, but isn't the concept of EEPROM an oxymoron? Or, hell, just PROM? "Programmable Read Only Memory". If it's read-only, how's it programmable?

This is why computers make no sense.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:51 PM | shower me with attention

I am a lonely sumbitch. This is my cycle:

Monday- Thursday: School in evening. Watch tv all night. Sleep during day. Repeat until Friday.
Friday - Sunday: Mint Manor.

"Oh, sure," you say. "Three days a week you spend with friends." But the four days in between are so very lacking in company. I go for six hours a day not speaking a word to anyone. Oh, the cats. Occasionally, my dad. But mostly, I sit around wondering where my friends are. Daytime, when not sleeping, is watching tv and feeling lonely. Eveningtime is watching lecturers and feeling lonely. I hate the weekdays. Hate, hate, hate. Instead of sleeping during the day, I should be out enjoying the summery citytime. But instead, I watch tv and complain about it. So now I see the function of employment: at least then, I was getting paid for feeling lonely. And there were people around me at all times.

How I miss people... when is my sis coming back, again?

At least Andrew comes over about once a week and we watch movies all night. Those are the highlights of my life.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:01 AM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, June 18, 2003

Let's hope I don't start any fires.

Did I also mention that my mom's dental insurance rejected her claim for me? So I have no dental coverage. Two cavities and no dental coverage. Better save my pennies now.

Roosevelt Island has no fire station covering us, and I have no dentist. This is not right.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:56 PM | shower me with attention

Binge, binge, bingety binge, BINGETY BINGETY BINGE.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:12 AM | shower me with attention

I just discovered that my cable system carries an international news channel that has regular showings of CBC's "The National". That's cool, dude. So, how about that Canada and its same-sex marriages, eh?

And our country? Monkey in charge.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:10 AM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, June 17, 2003

There's a cat climbing up my ponytail.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:28 PM | shower me with attention

Monday, June 16, 2003

Do you know how old Larry was supposed to be in the first season of Perfect Strangers?

Last night I saw an episode where he was depressed because it was his birthday and he hadn't yet become a photojournalist, and at such a ripe old age was not on the way to accomplishing his life's goals. It was his 24th birthday.

Please. Cousin Larry was supposed to be 23, 24 years old at the beginning of Perfect Strangers?

It's shocking, I tell you!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:04 PM | shower me with attention

I'm ashamed that I feel the need to blog about and obsess over every tiny, insignificant school assignment. I am not troubled by school. I obsess about small assignments in lieu of something bigger to obsess over. School is a dull and necessary part of life and I have no real problems with writing a two-page film review.

Shame on me and everything that comes out of my head.

I shouldn't blog from school.-

Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:10 PM | shower me with attention

My sister is now in London with her friends. I wish I was there.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:07 PM | shower me with attention

Although I didn't fall asleep this morning until after the 4:30 am Nick@Nite showing of Head of the Class, I managed to be awake when erin arrived this morning and we went to see Spellbound, which was excellent. I suppose I will say that in a more interesting way later tonight in the form of a film review, which I will write on my sister's computer and submit to my professor so that he may grade me on my opinions.

I really don't care much for film criticism, although I enjoy it when other people do it.

I am extraordinarily sleepy now but I will still go watch Citizen Kane for credit. He's going all crazy with the syllabus and now that my knitting is too big to bring to class I don't know how I'll stay awake. I should've brought the sock I've been knitting for six months. Poor, neglected little stripety sock.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:06 PM | shower me with attention

Sunday, June 15, 2003

Oh, the drama of the sweater. I actually attached the sleeves upside down, panicked, ripped out one sleeve, and then calmed down enough to unknit (URRRGHH) the rest and pretty much detach and fix the sleeves. It was very frightening for awhile there; I thought I might have to scrap the whole project. But I fixed it. Which makes me, as erin quipped, "the best knitter in the world".

That's me.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:47 AM | shower me with attention