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Saturday, January 15, 2005
Inconsequential femininity or not, I'm graduating on Wednesday and I needed something to wear to the ceremony. I'd planned to actually go look in real stores in Manhattan, but being in Jersey on weekends as is my long-time habit, I found myself in the crappy nearby mall with my friends.
I didn't think I'd actually find a dress I could wear to a graduation, but I did find a dress. And I haven't had a new dress since I was 14 years old. I think erin is right, she is a shopping good-luck charm.
I rarely shop for new clothes, since clothes don't look good on me, thus I generally just wear old clothes until they fall apart. So it was a novel experience to walk into a store and want the first dress I tried on. And then walk into another and want the first pair of boots I found. And when I wear them together, I feel like Natalie Wood in the movie of Gypsy looking in the mirror before her first strip. (If you don't remember the line, you're not [a] gay [man] enough to understand the reference anyway.*)
I may as well end up wearing them to the ceremony anyway, although the ensemble is not particularly graduation-y. (Neither is my alternative: dirty jeans and decomposing high-tops.)
*I'm not a gay woman, but I am a gay man.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:49 PM | shower me with attention
I didn't think I'd actually find a dress I could wear to a graduation, but I did find a dress. And I haven't had a new dress since I was 14 years old. I think erin is right, she is a shopping good-luck charm.
I rarely shop for new clothes, since clothes don't look good on me, thus I generally just wear old clothes until they fall apart. So it was a novel experience to walk into a store and want the first dress I tried on. And then walk into another and want the first pair of boots I found. And when I wear them together, I feel like Natalie Wood in the movie of Gypsy looking in the mirror before her first strip. (If you don't remember the line, you're not [a] gay [man] enough to understand the reference anyway.*)
I may as well end up wearing them to the ceremony anyway, although the ensemble is not particularly graduation-y. (Neither is my alternative: dirty jeans and decomposing high-tops.)
*I'm not a gay woman, but I am a gay man.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:49 PM | shower me with attention
I had fun with The Goils last night, even though poor old Sicky McPlagueson once again missed a Matt Besser show. We saw The Life Aquatic, which I loved and can't stop thinking about. We ate and drank and be'd merry. People fell into subway poles and knocked their heads and it made them turn double-jointed!
I was thinking about how five years ago, when The Tour had just kicked off, that time, which I've often described as the Best Time in My Life (and it was) turned out to be so very much a turning point, in retrospect. (Or maybe we knew it at the time. It was magic that way.) The friendships that tour solidified for me turned out to be one of the greatest blessings of my life.
But maybe I'll save those thoughts for after I've had my morning Gleemonex, and for my actual personal Tour Anniversary date (1/26).
Five years, my god.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:10 PM | shower me with attention
I was thinking about how five years ago, when The Tour had just kicked off, that time, which I've often described as the Best Time in My Life (and it was) turned out to be so very much a turning point, in retrospect. (Or maybe we knew it at the time. It was magic that way.) The friendships that tour solidified for me turned out to be one of the greatest blessings of my life.
But maybe I'll save those thoughts for after I've had my morning Gleemonex, and for my actual personal Tour Anniversary date (1/26).
Five years, my god.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:10 PM | shower me with attention
I had to read the ten worst album covers of all time one more time before I went to bed.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:15 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:15 AM | shower me with attention
Wow, Tavie, remember when you couldn't imagine being able to fall asleep before 6 am?
And now you've been out all night long and it's 5 in the morning and that feels exotic.
I am so officially a boring adult now, it's scary. 5 am isn't exotic.
I am so. Damn. Sleepy.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:04 AM | shower me with attention
And now you've been out all night long and it's 5 in the morning and that feels exotic.
I am so officially a boring adult now, it's scary. 5 am isn't exotic.
I am so. Damn. Sleepy.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:04 AM | shower me with attention
Friday, January 14, 2005
I think I'll save this one to loll around on my tongue later. I said,
"Just because my femininity is of no consequence to anyone doesn't mean it doesn't exist!"
I may have tee shirts made. Who's in?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:17 PM | shower me with attention
"Just because my femininity is of no consequence to anyone doesn't mean it doesn't exist!"
I may have tee shirts made. Who's in?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:17 PM | shower me with attention
WOOT! As I was leaving the diner at lunch today the waitress told me my hair was beautiful. That is twice in one day. TWO TIMES.
Kirsten was right, that glossing cream is magic!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:13 PM | shower me with attention
Kirsten was right, that glossing cream is magic!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:13 PM | shower me with attention
And stepping into the elevator of my building this morning, a woman said to me, "My god, your hair... is so, so... beautiful. It's just so beautiful. It must take forever to dry."
See my beam?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:43 AM | shower me with attention
See my beam?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:43 AM | shower me with attention
Still couldn't get my computer to connect with the Airport last night but I was too tired to care.
So, what can I say about the Department Dinner? I had the exact same meal I did last time, only with less food in my stomach from a meagre lunch, and therefore I became tipsy relatively quickly. (Not drunk.) Which meant that I argued slightly less coherently than usual with Professor Persecuted.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:28 AM | shower me with attention
So, what can I say about the Department Dinner? I had the exact same meal I did last time, only with less food in my stomach from a meagre lunch, and therefore I became tipsy relatively quickly. (Not drunk.) Which meant that I argued slightly less coherently than usual with Professor Persecuted.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:28 AM | shower me with attention
Thursday, January 13, 2005
A cloud swallowed Roosevelt Island today. Couldn't see the building next to you, and the entire city was gone.
Tonight: FREE DINNER! In the company of my coworkers! Who's jealous?
(Don't everyone shout all at once...)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:15 AM | shower me with attention
Tonight: FREE DINNER! In the company of my coworkers! Who's jealous?
(Don't everyone shout all at once...)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:15 AM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
I can't get my Airport to connect, someone fix it.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:22 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:22 PM | shower me with attention
Holy crap, it has arisen! My battery is resurrected! It's a miracle!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:20 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:20 PM | shower me with attention
The battery on my computer, long dead, has decided to mysteriously charge behind my back.
Or has it? Has my computer, whose date/time has been resetting to odd days and hours of the year 1969 decided to lie, as well, about the power level of my battery, which now reads an improbable 100%? I fear to pull the plug and find out. (If the computer stays on, it's true; if it immediately shuts off, it's lying.)
After I post this I'll find out.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:15 PM | shower me with attention
Or has it? Has my computer, whose date/time has been resetting to odd days and hours of the year 1969 decided to lie, as well, about the power level of my battery, which now reads an improbable 100%? I fear to pull the plug and find out. (If the computer stays on, it's true; if it immediately shuts off, it's lying.)
After I post this I'll find out.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:15 PM | shower me with attention
I fear I may have caused confusion with my last post, so let me make it clear:
Bonnie from Student Services returned my email after the Mean Lady called, therefore cancelling the Mean Lady's meanness. Bonnie is approving my credits, and I will be graduating with no further snafu. Take that, Mean Lady! Tavie's a-gradumaratin'!
I did make it into work, by the way, after 11 glorious hours of Nyquil-induced sleep. I must continue to work now, or Certain Parties will note the time stamp on this post and have me hauled away to work at McDonald's.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:28 AM | shower me with attention
Bonnie from Student Services returned my email after the Mean Lady called, therefore cancelling the Mean Lady's meanness. Bonnie is approving my credits, and I will be graduating with no further snafu. Take that, Mean Lady! Tavie's a-gradumaratin'!
I did make it into work, by the way, after 11 glorious hours of Nyquil-induced sleep. I must continue to work now, or Certain Parties will note the time stamp on this post and have me hauled away to work at McDonald's.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:28 AM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
Can't move. Everything hurts. Long day. Can't miss any work, we are so busy. I was sneezing all over the place and Yoda* gave me some hand sanitizer, an uncharacteristically un-mean gesture.
Actually, I wanted to express my gratitude to a couple of my co-workers who obviously saw me crying when the mean lady (NOT Bonnie the Goddess, see below) from Student Services called me and told me that there was no way that my classes would fulfill the requirements, and that it was my fault for never seeking an advisor. I was so frustrated that I sort of choked on the phone and had to hang up all quick. Anyway, I got it together and they pretended not to see and I really appreciate it, thank you.
Like I said, long day.
My plan is to go to sleep right now and wake up in 13 hours, fresh and squeaky and ready for the day.
Wish me luck. Good night.
*Not meant to be a mean nickname, and yet invariably taken as such.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:58 PM | shower me with attention
Actually, I wanted to express my gratitude to a couple of my co-workers who obviously saw me crying when the mean lady (NOT Bonnie the Goddess, see below) from Student Services called me and told me that there was no way that my classes would fulfill the requirements, and that it was my fault for never seeking an advisor. I was so frustrated that I sort of choked on the phone and had to hang up all quick. Anyway, I got it together and they pretended not to see and I really appreciate it, thank you.
Like I said, long day.
My plan is to go to sleep right now and wake up in 13 hours, fresh and squeaky and ready for the day.
Wish me luck. Good night.
*Not meant to be a mean nickname, and yet invariably taken as such.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:58 PM | shower me with attention
There is a goddess in the Student Services department at my school. Her name is Bonnie. I think her full name is Bonnie the Goddess. She will be approving my social science requirement and sending me the approval slip in the mail.
I will be worshipping her. Some sort of sacrifice, I think. I'll burn a package of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups on some sort of altar. The smell of melted plastic and burnt sugar will be my way of thanking Goddess Bonnie for saving my graduation.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:26 PM | shower me with attention
I will be worshipping her. Some sort of sacrifice, I think. I'll burn a package of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups on some sort of altar. The smell of melted plastic and burnt sugar will be my way of thanking Goddess Bonnie for saving my graduation.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:26 PM | shower me with attention
Awaken you dreamers
Asleep at your desks
Parrots and lemurs
Populate your unconscious grotesques
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:29 AM | shower me with attention
Asleep at your desks
Parrots and lemurs
Populate your unconscious grotesques
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:29 AM | shower me with attention
Monday, January 10, 2005
I think I'm coming down with something; I hope it's not that Captain Tripps that seems to be going around.
In non-complaining news, I saw an Eating It tonight that wasn't completely terrible. I also heard that the building that currently houses Luna Lounge is being demolished. I'm sad about that. It's a sentimental landmark for me; it's the place where I first met all five Kids in the Hall at the same time. (11/15/99. Sigh.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:18 PM | shower me with attention
In non-complaining news, I saw an Eating It tonight that wasn't completely terrible. I also heard that the building that currently houses Luna Lounge is being demolished. I'm sad about that. It's a sentimental landmark for me; it's the place where I first met all five Kids in the Hall at the same time. (11/15/99. Sigh.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:18 PM | shower me with attention
