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Saturday, November 08, 2003
In my dream, I went into the school cafeteria with Tracy Morgan and was joined by Spike. The two of them were in animated conversation, so I got up to get a cup of coffee.
As I was filling my cup (adding mocha syrup because in dreamland, sugar is a-okay), a girl said to me, "You know the new policy, right?"
"New policy?"
She pointed to a sign. "You can't just buy coffee. You have to buy a dessert with it or they make you leave the cafeteria. They don't want it to be full of just coffee-drinkers."
"WHAT?" I exploded. "Well FUCK THAT!!!"
A security guard rushed over to me and said, "Miss, you're going to have to leave."
"Fine," I said, "just let me get my stuff."
I took my cup of coffee back to where Spike and Tracy were still deep in their conversation. "Look," I said, "I have to get out of here, they're making me leave."
Spike looked up impatiently and said in his thick, British Spike accent, "Foine, whoy down'tchu leave then?"
"I'm going!" I huffed. "Don't hustle me, I'm carrying hot coffee!"
"Oh, I'll hustle you, love!" he said, grabbing my free hand. "I'll SPIN yew out'f here!" And he proceeded to spin me, like you would a dancing partner, me and my hot coffee right out of the cafeteria as Tracy Morgan laughed.
I woke up laughing, with the words echoing in my head, I'll SPIN yew out'f here! Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:54 PM | shower me with attention
Friday, November 07, 2003
Maybe this is the Nyquil™ talking, but I love you. Yes, you. Don't assume I'm talking to someone else reading this; I'm talking directly to you. Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:34 AM | shower me with attention
Thursday, November 06, 2003
I agree with Andrew: Dewey is my favourite of Donald's nephews. He's the smartest. Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:16 PM | shower me with attention
You know, if The Beagle Boys didn't always dress like that, I bet they wouldn't get caught half as often. Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:49 PM | shower me with attention
I fully intended to go to all three of my classes today, but I had to leave for the first one at 2, and my dad wasn't back with my emergency Effexor until 2:30. So I fell back asleep. And stayed asleep until about an hour ago.
I blame the meds. And my weak constitution. And my caffeine addiction. And The Man. Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:17 PM | shower me with attention
Oh, Crissy loves the baby sweater. She got back to me a little late because it arrived just as they were getting Alina baptized.
I forgot to ask her to take a picture of it for me, I'll do it later. Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:08 AM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, November 05, 2003
This song rocks. It's so scary.
I am gonna live in Sweden
Please don't ask me why
For if I were to give a reason
It would be a lie Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:35 PM | shower me with attention
I still haven't found Kate's book so I'm gonna have to find a way to buy a new copy. Dammit, the first book I'm interested in reading in weeks and I lose it on the second day. Where can it possibly have gone?
Meanwhile, I'm thinking of trying Gabriel Garcia-Marquez's One Hundred Years of Solitude. Might be a mistake, might be another abandoned book on my growing pile. My only experience with magical realism was three failed attempts at getting into Isabel Allende's House of the Spirits. Hated it. Any experiences with Garcia-Marquez would be appreciated. I think I had to read a short story of his for a class once but I don't remember much about it.
But the first few pages of Solitude are pretty good so far.
And of course there's always Unca Scrooge.
It's really hard to be without my little book-friends. Very lonely. Poor little cartoon rock, hopping along with his little cartoon raincloud. Have you lost interest in the things you used to love? Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:27 PM | shower me with attention
Whoops, snuck up on me.
Day one without Effexor. Didn't have to go anywhere so that's okay.
Day two tomorrow: I have school at 2:45. Big trouble, big trouble. Can't skip two days of meds in a row.
Wuh-oh. Wuh-oh. Whaddya mean, go to Brooklyn tomorrow morning and get a new prescription? Are you daffy, lady? First of all, you have no business reading my blog so get outta here. Second of all, you want me to get on a subway platform when I'm this dizzy? I've fallen down the stairs in the past on my way to fetching my morning dosage. Fallen down the stairs. Sure I'll go to Brooklyn and get a new prescription, but my legs might have to stay behind when they're severed by the oncoming train after I topple into the tracks.
Does anyone know how the world works? Call in an emergency prescription. Doctors have phones and beepers and everything.
Now get off my blog.
And, by the way, you're on the Effexor too, so you'd better not go to work until we get some in. I don't wanna scrape your legs off the tracks either. Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:21 PM | shower me with attention
Watching An American in Paris for the first time and I'm finding Gene Kelly's character to be a boorish pig. This is supposed to be charming? And I like Gene Kelly a lot.
But, come on, with the damn dancing already. Just stop dancing. And court someone at least half your age. Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:41 PM | shower me with attention
What's yer pirate name?
Your pirate name is:
Mad Anne Bonney
Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. You can be a little bit unpredictable, but a pirate's life is far from full of certainties, so that fits in pretty well. Arr!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:58 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, November 04, 2003
Look, a movie with a character named Tavie in it. That's the first one I've come across.
'Course it's French so it probably has something to do with "life", and is probably pronounced all wrong. But still. Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:49 AM | shower me with attention
I think Frank Burns' slow, painful disintegration and exit from M*A*S*H was more depressing than Colonel Blake's death. To have a beloved character die with a clean, if tragic, snap is much better than having a love-to-hate character go gradually mad over the course of a season (or a few, I don't remember), becoming a pale and pathetic ghost of his formerly nasty and arrogant self.
And over Margaret? It's just the most pathetic exit in tv history. Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:12 AM | shower me with attention
I finally found myself getting into a book, a Stephen King novel (one of the few I've not read) lent to me by Kate.
Last night I know I put it down on top of my laptop on my night table next to me before I went to sleep.
But it's like it never existed. I can't find it anywhere. And it's driving me looney. I've been tearing this room apart, and the rest of the apartment. Dust everywhere, and we're out of antihistamines, so I'm leaking from every hole in my face.
Then Kirsten comes in with a manila envelope and she sez, she sez: "Did you get this?"
And I sez, "I never get my mail around here anymore!"
And I grabs the envelope and my name is on the front, in capital letters, with an exclamation point-- TAVIE! -- and the name over the return address is the Sign of the Penguin.
And inside, Unca Scrooge and Donald Duck comixx!!!!!!!!!!
I luv Francis!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:35 AM | shower me with attention
Here is my mix of my favourite showtunes from my favourite shows. (Except for two shows which I've never seen/heard the soundtrack of in any form except for these single songs from them-- Sweet Charity and Hairspray-- but they're great songs.)
My rule was, only one song from each show. Which was hard but we need rules in life. All are from Original Cast Recordings unless otherwise noted.
"Jazz Hands"
1. "I Was Born on the Day Before Yesterday" - The Wiz
2. "Save the People" - Godspell movie soundtrack
3. "Winter's on the Wing" - The Secret Garden
4. "Sugar Daddy" - Hedwig and the Angry Inch
5. "Manchester, England" - Hair
6. "You Can't Stop the Beat" - Hairspray
7. "Take Me or Leave Me" - Rent (SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP)
8. "Another Hundred People" - Company
9. "Heaven on their Minds" - Jesus Christ Superstar movie soundtrack
10. "If Momma Was Married" - Gypsy Bette Midler tv version
11. "It Takes Two" - Into the Woods
12. "The Egg" - 1776
13. "The Rhythm of Life" - Sweet Charity
14. "Suddenly, Seymour" - Little Shop of Horrors movie soundtrack
15. "Nothing" - A Chorus Line*
16. "The Miller's Son"** - A Little Night Music
17. "This Is Not Over Yet" - Parade
18. "Move On" - Sunday in the Park With George
A full third of these songs are duets. Hm.
*I actually prefer the movie version, but couldn't find it on Limewire.
** Actually, my favourite song from that album is the bonus track of the movie version of "The Glamorous Life", but since it only appeared in the movie version, I felt it improper to include it. Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:46 AM | shower me with attention
I wonder if my sister will go to Japan next summer on the Jet Program and hang out with Jen Pardilla?
That would rock.
Except Jen Pardilla is very addictive and my worst fear is that Kirsten will not come back from Japan. Just live there forever. Like Jen P did.
Hey, Shmardilla, stay away from my sister. Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:44 AM | shower me with attention
Monday, November 03, 2003
Surprise (to us) guest at Eating It tonight-- Sarah Vowell! She's great. Maybe I'll try to read her book again. She read an excerpt from The Partly-Cloudy Patriot and it was still funny even though I had read it in the book.
Scott wore a suit and tie and brought the house down with his stories about how Della Reese is a mudslide and how his career has gone down the toilet. He made one comment about how none of his friends carry purses (this was after the revelation that Colin Quinn wears sanitary napkins to soak up the sweat from his armpits), but instead they all stomp around with backpacks, and someone shouted from the back of the room, "FUCK YOU!" and I thought, "Wouldn't it be funny if that was Lea Delaria?" And it was Lea Delaria. Ha ha!
I don't know when I got mental enough to start overanalyzing everything again, since I had believed I was well past that stage in my life, but I got the obligatory wave from Scott as he climbed onstage, the obligatory hug afterwards, and the obligatory chit-chat about the DVD. It was all very obligatory, in that he looked like he wanted to get away from the moment me and erin and Stephanie and I crossed the street to say hi to him. He was charming and gracious and there was absolutely nothing wrong with the encounter except for my persistent feeling that he felt like he was doing a chore (something he's usually good at covering up, anyway). Like, he immediately mentioned that the DVD is coming out and that there were seven stage pieces included in the extras, really old stuff from the Rivoli back when they were babies. It was like we were discussing Business and he Had To Mention It because he was talking to me.
And there's nothing wrong with that! Someone up my dosage! I got a hug from Scott Thompson tonight and all I can do is bitch about how I'm such a chore. Everyone should be such a chore. Sheesh. I am so mental. First I write bitchy blog posts about how I hate people who have fun in college, and then yell at people and don't call other people back, and now I'm finding some sort of fault in the fact that someone I admire was polite to me.
UP MY DOSAGE. Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:49 PM | shower me with attention
It is obscene how much it costs to ship something to the US from Sweden. Obscene. Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:31 PM | shower me with attention
I hate the young, beautiful and privileged.
Except for a few of them whom I love.
But I still hate them.
But I love them.
It's complicated. Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:40 AM | shower me with attention
Sunday, November 02, 2003
My left pierced earhole has closed up. Daw. Guess I should've worn earrings more often.
Off to Tante Joan's surprise birthday party. It has just occurred to me that I will not be able to tell any of her friends apart, as I haven't seen most of them for years, and never in the same place. I think I will address them each as "Snookums".
No I won't. Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:53 AM | shower me with attention
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