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Saturday, July 03, 2004
Better today. Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:01 PM | shower me with attention
I read a scary article in the Sunday Times magazine about a man who thought he was losing his mind the summer when he was 24. He just began losing his grip on reality, fuzzing out.
I have just discovered that I've been reading an extraordinarily convincing, completely fake version of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. (The dangers of downloading books, people.) My mind is blown. My brain is fried. I need a lobotomy. Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:57 AM | shower me with attention
I was disconnected today, brain cloud, weepy, sleepy, headache, horrible. Fuzzy. Walking in the rain with only my book under the umbrella, slapping myself across the face, rubbing my palms on the trunks of trees, anything to feel like I was there. I was not there.
The movie, Farenheit 9/11, though it didn't make me feel better, at least took me away from myself for two hours. At Chinese dinner with my family afterwards, I opened the fortune cookie like I always do, and got the best fortune of my life: You are almost there. See the double (triple?) meaning? I felt like I wasn't quite there all day. But also, you know, more obvious stuff. Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:13 AM | shower me with attention Friday, July 02, 2004
Feel the love, poppets. Alan Rickman sings to you. Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:37 PM | shower me with attention
Carole King is singing the Care-a-Lot song on the tv and it's making me cry.
If someone can recommend either a therapist in the NYC area (female preferably), sliding scale until my health coverage kicks in (job starts Tuesday), or else a psychiatrist that can tweak my meds, that'd be swell. Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:08 PM | shower me with attention
You know what I did today? I napped.
Well, first I went to bed at 7 am. Then I fell asleep. Then I woke up at around 2:00 pm. Then I had one cup of coffee and some eggs. Then I went on the computer and read some of my illicitly-downloaded-Harry-Potter-and-the-Order-of-the-Phoenix-which-I'm-only-reading-on-the-computer-until-I-can-borrow-someone-else's-copy/buy-my-own-copy*, and then Andrew came over. Then I thought about having more coffee but instead went and had a nap because I was too tired to get the coffee. Shit. *I stayed up all night reading Goblet of Fire the other night and it made me cry. Poor Cedric. You must realize that I found the first three books vaguely amusing, often insipid and lacking in emotional depth, although with some fun ideas. So it came as a surprise when the fourth one started kicking some ass, and ended with such intensity that I couldn't wait to go find a real copy of the next book, but actually had to (Hmm, I should probably not discuss breaking copyright law on a website that contains my full name. Therefore, let me conclude by saying that the preceding was merely a piece of fiction, as is my whole blog, a work of creative writing that can in no way be proven to reflect any reality of my life.) Besides, I still hate reading on the computer. It burns my eyes, it's not portable, it stinks. If these damned serial novels weren't so compelling, weren't the only thing in the world I find interesting these days... Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:39 AM | shower me with attention Thursday, July 01, 2004
I am lonely. Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:54 AM | shower me with attention Happy Canada Day!!! Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:30 AM | shower me with attention
SUMMER KNITTY OUT, PEOPLE!!!!
...and the first issue ever that doesn't contain a single pattern that I would ever want to make. Jesus. A man's thong? Why would I possibly want to knit that? Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:44 AM | shower me with attention Wednesday, June 30, 2004
Truly, Madly Deeply tonight. No one else wanted to watch with me so I was free to cry as much as I pleased, except for when my mom kept bursting in to accuse me of turning off her air conditioner (I never!) That last scene was the tearjerker of all time. Very satisfying.
Alan Rickman played the cello in this one, which is two steps away from the violin, and we know how I feel about guys who play violins... One of the times my mom burst in to accuse me, she teased, "I'm sorry, did I interrupt your make-out session with Alan Rickman?" and I informed her that she had, in fact, interrupted his making love to me through the medium of cinema in the form of glorious acting, and that's when I found out that not only does she not find Alan Rickman attractive, but she finds MICHAEL PALIN unattractive. And then I knew she was in the mood to tease me, for she said, "At least they're not effeminate, like--" "DON'T SAY IT! DON'T YOU DARE!" No taste, that woman. No wonder she married my dad. It all makes sense now. I asked which Python she did like, and she said John Cleese. Over Palin. Come on. Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:56 PM | shower me with attention
My dad, speaking of his friend:
"Oh, Bill, he's not doing so good." "What's the matter with him?" "He's overweight, he's getting old, he's got a beard down to his poopik..." ... ... "I don't wanna know what you just said." "Navel. Down to his navel." "OH! Ha ha ha!" Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:13 PM | shower me with attention Tuesday, June 29, 2004
Dear Mom,
If you call Alan Rickman old and ugly one more time, I'm not inviting you to my upcoming film festival (date TBA). I'm thinking "Sense and Sensibility", "Truly Madly Deeply" and "Close My Eyes". Those are the ones I want to see most. But I'd have to rent them. Being very lazy, I'll probably be limited to movies we actually own, in which case, it will be "Harry Potter", "Other Harry Potter", "Dogma", "Mesmer", "Bob Roberts" and "Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves" (if I can find it.) We have rather a fine collection of Rickman movies, don't we, Mom? And I didn't buy a single one. "Old and ugly" from the woman who purchased all those movies? Dost thou protest too much? Stop insulting my middle-aged British boyfriend. Your, Tavie Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:34 PM | shower me with attention
I have big plans for the rest of the day. I'm going to do laundry. Lots and lots of laundry. My last couple of days as a non-working lump will be spent in the grandest luxury, such as that to be found in the un-air-conditioned laundry room in the basement.
If I was smart, I'd review some Latin before classes start next week. Not read Harry Potter. But I never said I was smart, just a quick typist. Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:50 PM | shower me with attention Monday, June 28, 2004
I think I'm in love with The Bearded Lady.
(Not really, but she was really, really cool.) Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:42 PM | shower me with attention
So, I'll probably get a call tomorrow that I've got the job where my sister works. It's the same job, really. I almost didn't get it because I failed to mention to the first guy who interviewed me that I was referred by my sister, who just started working there. (I actually tried to mention this first off, but the guy never stopped talking and I didn't get a chance. And I mentioned it to everyone else after that. So I wasn't trying to deceive him or anything!)
Apparently they have a company policy about not hiring relatives of employees. But the guy is breaking the policy for me, because I broke the record on their typing test. Fastest typing speed they've clocked. (98 wpm with one mistake, if you care.) So thank you, fingers, once again. The big issue I'm going to have working at this place is that my sister informs me the only coffee machine is a vending one-- meaning I'll have to pay a dollar every time I want a cup of coffee. This is going to be a problem. It will get very expensive if that's the way it's to be. At all of my other jobs, they provided coffee for the employees. At my last job, there were big, industrial-sized pots that were always full. So I'm worried about this. I can't afford a dollar per cup. I drink like six cups over the course of a work day. I guess I'll have to dig out the thermos. It's leaky, I think. Dammit. I should've asked them about the coffee thing during the interview. But that would make me look like the raving addict I am... Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:24 PM | shower me with attention Sunday, June 27, 2004
I think for my birthday, I want someone to commission Dave Roman to draw a portrait of me. With a turtle. Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:23 PM | shower me with attention
Yesterday we went to Coney Island. Felt the Old Skool Brooklyn vibes. There were a lot of mermaids around. Sat on the beach. Dipped our toes. Saw the Side Show. Those signs in front of the Side Show are really cool. It's the last operating Side Show in America. It was like watching The Last Unicorn, except with contortionists and fire-eaters instead of unicorns. Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:55 PM | shower me with attention |