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maybe some things do last forever

The most important realization I made this weekend is definetely the fact that the Wendy's on Parsons & Kissenna still sells $.99 jr. bacon cheeseburgers. When I found out that the JBC was no longer featured on most Wendy's $.99 menus, I was heartbroken; almost as heartbroken as when they, without warning, removed the Pitas from the Wendy's menu (God, what I wouldn't do for a chicken caesar pita right now.) I'm happy to know that at least one Wendy's still sells the JBC for $1.07 (with tax), although I question why they sell it and other Wendy's don't. I guess it's better to not question these things and just enjoy it.

I also realized that miracles happen when "November Rain" comes on a bar jukebox. We thought Erica's phone, which inexplicably got wet and wasn't turning on, was a goner. That is, until halfway through the classic GnR song came on. Halfway through, poof! The little Verizon sign came on the screen. It was a miracle!

Clare's 21st birthday bash was last night at Butterfield 8. Fran & Mike stopped in for a few, and we gave Cbear her present-- a beautiful necklace, to signify the "circle of friends", and of course, the amazing scrapbook. She loved everything and wisely sent the presents back home with my parents, because intoxication leads to losing things.

Butterfield 8 (which, for an entire week, I kept calling Battlefield 8, which sounds like the John Travolta movie) is this insanely swanky place with reserved circular and leather booths that just made me feel poor. When Clare puts her pics up I'll post them on here, and hopefully give a full recap because my head is still fuzzy from the open bar.

Just finished watching the St. Johns-WVU game--shit, that team never ceases to surprise me. They managed to come within 2 in the last minute of the game, and I'm incredibly proud.

The women beat WVU earlier in the day, and they played an incredible game as well.

Ok, I have homework to do.


shit...will smith has aids??

Has anyone seen those ads in subway stations that has all these celebrities under a caption that says "We all have AIDS"? I understand that they really don't all have AIDS, and that the whole point of it is to explain that we, as human beings, should sympathize with those suffering from this horrible disease; and that if one person has AIDS, we all do, because duh, it's humanity. But still--it's a little unsettling, as you're whizzing by on the train, to see that title.

My first week (well, half week) of school was hectic, interesting, and kind of exciting. I had 3 of my 5 classes, and they all seem pretty cool so far. My Business of Film & Video seems like the biggest challenge--it's on the manhattan campus, wednesday nights, and I have to get there right after QPTV, so it'll be a lot of quick commuting. The assignments aren't necessarily hard but they are challenging; they force me to actually network. But it's awesome. My whole major is about networking, and my professor is going to have a guest speaker every class; someone who is actually making this whole "working in the entertainment business" thing work for them.

I have visual aesthetics tues/thurs at 9, which sucks, but it's with Professor Sherman, who's cool. Contemporary Cinema is with some new professor but he seems cool too. That's on the manhattan campus, too, which is another pain in the ass.

If the TWU strikes again I'm screeeewed....but I doubt they'd have school. Everyone would be screwed.

WSJU's first broadcast day is tomorrow--the Activities Fair is Tuesday.

This past Friday Shilaleigh Law played at the Circle and it was PACKED. Like, insanely packed. Think, Connolly's during the hard body contest packed. Everyone and there mom (literally) was there, and I don't even remember if the band was that good or not. Wait, I do remember hearing "Christmas in New York" and "Fields of Athenry" but you could barely hear them and it was just very crazy. Went home kind of early, took a cab with Jagear and Cbear. Came home and put a movie on and fell asleep.

Saturday my dad and I went to the legacy game at the Garden, where St. John's played Pitt. Try to imagine it-- we just beat a nationally ranked Lousville, which built our confidence but Pitt was undefeated AND ranked at #9.

The first 15 minutes of the game, we were up 12-0. That's right. Zero. They didnt' score in 15 minutes. We led by 19 (19!) at the half, and even though we blew the lead towards the end (St. John's would be ranked #1 if basketball games were like only 30 minutes long) we managed to win. If I wasn't with my dad I would have rushed the court with the rest of the people who did but...we just applauded in our seats.

Went to Zum Stammtish after the game and ate some awesome german food. Uh, came home and watched TV.

Tomorrow is my first day of the internship!



I start school on Wednesday...yikes. This semester I'm going to be so insanely busy, but I'm actually, in a sick way, looking forward to it. I like being busy--I get more done when the pressure's on. Mondays and Wednesdays I'm going to be out of my house by 8, and probably not back until 10:15ish, which sounds scary. Hopefully I won't pass out from exhaustion during the commute to class or home.

This break has been alright--nothing too crazy went on, which is good.

I got waitlisted for Rome, which is an extreme bummer. It sucks because they don't put your class standing into consideration, which means some bratty freshman who handed his or her paper in 3 days before me will get to go, and I might not. This is my last possible chance to go, and some little kid is going to ruin it. Oh, and they also let students from OTHER SCHOOLS go. WTF. I've been paying tuition here for 3 years, the least they can do is bump me up on the list.

I'm out.


what do i always say? the internet is scary!

look what the power of google images & paint has allowed me to do...


Gilmore Girls

A two bedroom apartment, with a living room, kitchen, bathroom; 10 minutes from school, a shuttle bus to campus, and possible drug dealers on the bottom floor? I think Rory is living in the ultimate college apartment. I'd be happy with a studio apartment, a micro-fridge, and a hot pot to boil water for ramen and easy mac so long as it was 10 minutes from school. I'm living the good life here at home this year, especially with Sassy the Rav, but I miss the "college experience", if I can be so corny to call it that.

But yea. I didn't think I could hate Logan anymore, but, alas, the smug brat made me hate him even more with his idea that just showing up with coffee would win Rory back. I enjoyed his leather jacket, but nothing else; and although I hate Rory, she could use some time alone to get her life in order, without dead wealthy weight around. Trim the fat, Rory! Maybe then you wouldn't have to have a meltdown/improv comedy session with your psychologist, who was, I'll admit, a little bit nosey.

I didn't know what to think with that "scene", with that "acting." I know TV Guide (ok, and me) rightfully get in a tizzy when GG gets snubbed for almost every award show--so they can nominate every Desperate Housewife down to that old annoying lady who actually might have died, and the entire cast of Will & Grace for being the most cartoonish characters ever--but you know it's not because of Alexis Bledel. You'd think working for 6 seasons with Lauren Graham, an actress who deserves tons of awards (not just ones that are surfboards), you'd pick something up. Sheesh.

I'm still unsure about Lorelai's dress, about Luke's little kid, about how it's all going to play out. I'll just have to wait for next week.

The Gauntlet

Alton, you are a freak of nature.

There & Back

Good God, I'm ashamed to admit that I even watched this crap. I don't feel bad for a lazy musician who refuses to get a real job because he's afraid people will "recognize" him.


too much time on my hands, clearly

Catherine and I got into a late-night discussion over AIM on who our TV character husbands would be. My choices were obvious:


Oh, Michael Bluth. You are the glue that keeps the Bluth family together, and luckily for you, I am not a Mentally Retaded Female (even if I don't look much like Charlize Theron). Let's get married and run away from the O.C (ok, sorry, I won't say that.)


Oh, Luke Danes. Make me cheeseburgers, buy me a house, build me a chuppah, be your hot, caring, stoic self. I'll even let you propose to me first, the way it's supposed to be.

Me, crazy? Shit, crazy's just sane on a lunch break.


life lessons behind the deli counter

"There's nothing worse than pulling your pants down for nothing. I've done it tons of times and trust me-- it sucks."

- my co-worker.

that is all i'm typing...trust me, there was more. but you don't need to read it.


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I first heard about this from ALana, who heard it on the Star and Buc Wil show....I didn't know Moesha little brother (ok, I'm sorry, Brandy's little brother...I think Miles could do a better job actually) was a crossover artist.

Actually, he isn't a crossover artist, at all.

Just....watch him dancing to it. And...listen to his freestyling and singing of other Coldplay songs at the end. Just...good Lord.


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A Wednesday That Was Wacky for All Different Reasons

After last week's complete tease of a WW, Catherine suggested we got see Whole In One play at the Knitting Factory instead. I agreed, and so did a lot of other people, but they soon backed out when we realized the band was going on not at 10:30, but 7:15. Yikes. That...that means leaving at like, 5:30 instead of 8; which means asses in gear, stat,which no one likes to do (me included). I sucked it up, though, and met Catherine in front of the stores by 5:30; after being really disappointed that our fine workplace, Deirdre Maeve's, doesn't sell 40's (something I knew but never thought of until I needed them, and something we should really, really look into), I bought mini bottles of absolut for my seltzer and for my diet pepsi and Carolyn Cryan and Amanda Ryan soon showed up and Mrs. Cryan drove us to Sheepshead Bay, where our journey began. I remembered the last time I Was with Carolyn at this train station--the summer,open bar somewhere we couldn't remember, and a lot of drunk, sunburned people.

We got out on Canal at 7, right on time, but we got lost for a while, which was embarrassing, because I hate looking like a tourist. Hate it, can't stand it, will go to great lengths to avoid it. When I got to restaurants and the waiters ask me where I'm from, in that condescending, fake-caring tone they reserve for wide-eyed week long visitors from Wisconsin,I usually defensively reply with something like "Here, well, Queens, Rockaway, but whatever, it's still the city and I've lived here forever and it's New York so...yes. That's where I'm from." I will literally walk around in circles before stopping for help,as long as I walk around those circles very fast, very confident, very unfazed by my surroundings, while still occasionallyrolling my eyes at the tourists buying fake bags (albeit making a mental note of where on Canal they were actually sellingthose Louis's because shiiiit, they looked mad real.)

But we made it--in time to see Whole In One play 3 songs. They did a good job, a better job than the band after them,straight outta SI, which I I'm pretty sure had their last gig at a high school dance or something. Seriously, while they sounded decent,the lead singer's overwhelmingly cornball presence overrided everything. He blew fake fairydust (yes, seriously, fake fairydust) at the audience and pretty much had a full conversation with one of his "buddies" in the front; he also seemed to watchtoo much Fuse, proven by his horribly forced stage antics and occasional jumping on the bass drum. The only rock and roll thing about him was his black eye, but he probably just got that for mad wack. HE also threw poland spring caps in the audience, flicked them actually, almost hitting me in the face and I was very tempted to throw my can of PBR at him.

Their band name was Oedipus and the Mamas Boys, which Catherine informed me was the fake band from PCU. Way to be original,you 17 year olds.

The band after, though, SGT, were awesome and I bought their CD and listened to it all day today.

Lourds played after them but...yea. I was scared, so we left.

We went to Josie Wood's pub, where I remembered being before, many years ago with Clare. We were all pretty drunk, and it was dark, so in our heads it felt like 1 am; really, it was 9:15. The bar was filled with lots of old people dressed in running clothes,and as I ate some of their buffalo wings I learned they were having a private party. Oops--sorry I stole some of your wings.

The Texas vs USC game was on and lots of people wre excited about it, but none of us were. Catherine was wearing an orange coat and some kid came up to her all excited and wasl ike, "GO TEXAS. YOU'RE WEARING OUR BURNT ORANGE. HOOK 'EM HORNS" but we were just confused and uncomfortable by all this college football hoopla. I think I actually told the kid no one cared about Texas, "we're in NY, you idiot", just to get him away from us, and it worked, because he told me reallyangrily "FUCK YOU" and walked away.

It's not that I don't like college athletics-- it's just college football has never been a big thing in my house, because there are no really big local football teams. I mean, Syracuse is far, Hofstra is..Hofstra, and I think Columbia might have a semi-decent football team, but I don't follow Ivy League athletics--there's something weird about it. I like to perpetuate the stereotype that most athletes are, at the most, of average intelligence, and at the least, borderline retarded; I don't like thinking that they can hack it in the Ivy system. My dad went to St. John's (where, duh, I go now), where we had a lower division level football team that was cut, and where we used to, kinda sorta, back in the day, remember that? have a reputable basketball team. My mom went to BC...no, not that BC, Brooklyn College; a school whose mascot is the Bridges. Yes, the Brooklyn Bridges-- clever, really, but not about to get asked to the Fiesta Bowl. I grew up watching St. John's basketball, and I'm still a fan, and I believe whole-heartedly that with the guidance of the always confident, always handsome Norm Roberts,and with a win for the Holiday Bowl and the support of the school and even the dedication of Lou Carnessecca (who I sat behind at a game once and was actually making fun of all the gushing fans who came up to him to hand him letters telling him how much he meant to them,and I respected him more for it) we will actually be back on top. Just, with that loss to Marist, probably not anytime soon.

So yea-- I was talking about the bar, right? Long story short-- we got pitchers, we got food, we got the hell outta there and headed back on the train where we got off at the junction and waited so long for the Q35 our transfers expired.

Seriously, does that bus run on like a 6 hour schedule? Is it a fucking Greyhound bus--miss the 10:30 one, you gottawait for the 4:30? And what was with the rude-ass bus driver, who not-so-kindly informed me that "YOUR CARD ISN'T VALID" and when I was like, me? he meanly added "YES YOU", without looking me in the eye and being really scary and I got off and wanted to throw something at him. Asshole.

Danny Grady saved the day though! Yes, thank God. He came to get us, saving us from our rainy hour at the junction,where we were strong enough to fight off temptation from the 24-hour White Castle around the corner. Thank God for Danny Grady.

Went to Spumoni Gardens with CG, Candace, and Alana. The food was awesome and so was the company, even though I took the scenic route to get there and back. There was a time where I was all, wah wah wah, I miss high school, and I still get nostalgic sometimes; but I'm glad I'm still in contact with the favorite parts of my high school experience. I'm glad I can still call these people up (sometimes a lot, since they don't always pick up their phones, {alana}) and chill and eat lots of food and just feel really comfortable with them. It's a gift not everyone has.


Gilmore Girls is FINALLY new next week.

Gauntlet--Jisela, you are a punk ass, maybe even more so than Cameran, because you hid your punk-assness.

True Life: I'm Moving to New York City
The only cool people on this were Frankie and Dana. They were hardworking people who came to New York looking for a better life, and did it without their parent's paying for a nearly $4,000 a month apartment in the Village. Theylived in Bushwick, they saved their money, they worked two jobs, they were just happy to be here. I hopethey have a great life. That idiot model from Wisconsin, while at times amusing, was getting on my nerves. He lacked ambition, drive, professionalism, brain cells, and wasn't even that good looking. That photographer was right--he's too cocky, but he's not sure if he can back it up. Have fun backin Washau, man. And Julie--shit. I wanted to slap that spoiled bitch and her overly-tanned stomach. IF you want to save money, here are some hints: Avoid cabs as much as possible. Avoid bars/clubs/lounges with clever one-word names. Drink more when your'e in your apartment, so you can avoid having to drink so many of those $12 vodka tonics. And stop being so fucking spoiled, you fucking bitch.


sorta, kinda rockin' new years eve

I hate New Years Eve. It's always completly hyped up and expensive and I never seem to have as much fun as I hope-- and ever since that disaster at the Pier many years ago, where I paid $55 for all I could eat/drink, and they ran out of cups and booze and the cops were suspiciously called at 1 am, I've been wary of those flat-rate things held at bars and featuring a midnight champagne toast and a DJ, all pretty ordinary things but all of a sudden MAGICAL! because they're being featured on New Years Eve. I prefer any other Eve holiday--Thanksgiving (of course), Christmas, even Easter Saturday. But fuck New Years Eve-- I'll toast myself at midnigh and listen to my iPod.

So yea. This New Years, absolutely nothign was going on back here; everyoen I spoke to was undecided, all knowing of places to go, but all very "ehh, ahhh, I dunnooo" about them. I decided I'd work Saturday, because I have some pretty big things planned in 2006, and someone has to pay for them. I thought I'd have to work until 8, so when RoHo, Clare, and Beth (my usual NYE homies) decided they'd suck it up and go to Martel's on 83rd and 3rd for a $60 event, I was at first a little bummed because I wouldn't be able to go, but mainly certain that I would not spend that much for my New Years Event, whatever it turned out to be.

I got out of work at 6:30--nice and early-- but I was sniffly and had a fever, and threats from Clare, who realized I was home and could possibly go, went ignored. I'd put on some jeans and a shirt and bring my $9.99 bottle of White Z over to Jacie's, instead, where Kerry and Kmag and KBrady were going, say peace the fuck out to 2005 courtesy of Ste-pheeeeen, and be home by 12:15. Nice and simple.

Well, almost. Almost all of Indaculture came over to the Weber's, which led to us goign to a house party at the Rudolph's, which was filled with lots of drunk young'ns. I rang in the new year with fun little kids and a bottle of Andre ($4.99) that KMag brought over and it was really fun and really random, even though I embarrased myself in flip cup. Honestly, I'm usually really awesome.

After that, we stopped at Jameson's, which was as horrible as I imagined; we walked outside, about to call a cab to 116th to make a new year's trip to Pickle's but a yellow cab pulled up, someone fell out, I fell trying to pick up her phone, and we hopped in. We met another yellow cab, carrying Clare and RoHo, in the parking lot of the diner, which was sadly not open. Why the fuck isn't that place open 24 hours? Oh, right-- because it would jsut be filled with the likes of me.

We went to D&D, where I dropped a bottle of beer (bought for me) and I tipped them even though I didn't order anything; we went ot Pickles where I bought a hostess cupcake ($1) and I walked home with KBrady, but not before we almost got beat up by a 45 year old blvd. trash man. Scary.

My New Years Eve cost me :$10.99. And I got to listen to music and drink champagne (out of hte bottle) at midnight. Word up.

NEw Years Day-- had a brunch, finally participated in the 119th street dip. Jumping in the water wasn't as bad as I thought, although next time I won't go in with a t-shirt on (I thoughti t would keep me warmer, but it just like, froze to me. Not cool). I felt...rejuvenated jumping in there, like I was cleaning the slate for a new year, doing something crazy and with all of my crazy neighbors.

LAtely I've been doing nothing, which I am enjoying too much. I hope the rain goes away.

I wonder if my writing has even improved?