:: Who Mistook the Steak for Chicken? ::

:: Friday, February 20, 2004 ::

Goodbye Song

Well folks, we've moved....

http://www.livejournal.com/users/paranoidfloyd/

It's just...better. I may be back, if it really isn't, though.

Sniff, I'll miss this sandbox.

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:: Tuesday, February 17, 2004 ::

Are you sure you want to delete that item?

Well, I've just deleted Sharon from my life, basically.

Anything that I owned, not clothes or cds, but anything stupidly sentimental, I got rid of. I deleted every e'mail, every saved conversation. I threw away every letter, every note, and even, this was the hardest part, that notebook that we used all of last year, "THE" notebook. I kept a few pictures, I wasn't that hasty, but I tossed all those ones from the Snow Day last year, just everything.

I came home from seeing 50 First Dates today and got this urge to just straighten out my things, and of course I come across all this stuff. And in this burst of zeal, I just tossed everything. Maybe I shouldn't have gotten rid of that notebook. Maybe so, if she weren't a heartless evil bitch.

It's hard to imagine. One day you have a best friend, and the next she's completely ignoring you and that's that. And you know the weirdest part, is that I haven't been upset by it yet? I mean, I've gotten these little twinges, but nothing major. Just the opposite in fact, I find I've become this happy outgoing person, and school has become somewhat...FUN. I've made new friends, most of all with Charlotte, who is this incredible person, and I just never knew because Sharon always badmouthed her, not completely outright just by saying randomly negative things about her. And I find we have so much in common, it's just weird, I can't even express it.

I wonder when I'll start feeling crappy about it. Maybe around graduation time. I just feel bad for her now, and I can't even explain why. It's like, when I look at her, I think of this pitiful wet, mangly dog. This is going to sound so mean, but she just gained this huge amount of weight, and I don't know, she always looks so depressed. I guess that's something I just didn't see when I was friends with her. I don't really think she's depressed, she just projects that image, because she thinks it's cool. And I did too, until I was able to step out of the box. What a sad picture.

So yes, this is goodbye, and getting rid of all that stuff finalized it. More eerie than sad, more comforting than upsetting. Whatever happens to her, I hope she...finds whatever the hell it is that will make her happy with herself, because once she gets out into the real world, people won't put up with her constant moodiness. Oh well, her own fault.

I'm about to OD on nostalgia, heehee. Okay there we go. Oh yeah and Valentines Day, pfft :D
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:: Wednesday, February 04, 2004 ::

It's Oh So Quiet...

Things have never been so...uneventful.

As in, nothing is going on, at all. For "AWESOME OMFG SENIOR YEAR !!!11!!!111!!!11'one" it's actually been pretty dull. I mean sure, great things have happened like:

I went to The Stills this past Thursday! It was a terrific show, and perfection-Lita and Couirey were all the way up front when I got there, so I squeezed through to the front too and was able to get awesome pictures during the show. I should be a photographer. "Every girl goes through a photography phase, right?" So says Charlotte in Lost In Translation.

Which is a beautiful movie.

I've become so scatterbrained these past few weeks. Maybe it's my diet of celery, lettuce, and cheese. Certainly paid off as I lost seven pounds in a week. I feel great and light, I'm almost floating, just a few more pounds. Thank you, Mr. South Beach.

Speaking of scatterbrained, I wasn't done with the Stills show. After it was over, Lita and I went downstairs to get our coats, and as I turn the corner, the first person I see.

Carlos.

Hint: Interpol.

And he is so much more beautiful in person than you would ever imagine. My heart stopped, I did the whole four-year-old sweating giggly thing, and that's when Couirey (bless his heart) decided to step in for me. He went over to Carlos and said, Hi, my friend is a big fan, she's a bit shy...the whole thing. And sigh, Carlos was so sweet and he took a picture with me and ah! I hardly ever get that way, but I just love Interpol so much and I couldn't take it.

Wasn't nearly as exciting when I met Dan and Paul (of afformentioned Interpol) but still, really awesome. Dan was a bit not-nice, but sort of came off as shyness. Paul wasn't that nice, eh. But still, what an amazing experience. One of my favorite bands of all time, it was fucking incredible.

Of course, it took about two hours to get home, and those damn subways must have been air-conditioned or something, because I woke up Friday morning with 102 fever and spent the weekend in miserable agony. And it was completely worth it, I would do it again twenty times over. Achoo.

Now, looking forward to February break, a week of bliss! And of course, my wonderful Jeff Lewis always pulls through:

Feb 21 - The Knitting Factory Old Office, New York City, 74 Leonard St, with Ish Marquez & the Drive By Proposals

Jeff AND Ish Marquez! That's fucking terrific, I will be there, please God! Not another Bluestockings episode, heehee. Actually, I think Couirey and Christy are going to see Elefant that night. Damn, I wanted to go to that show too, hmph. Jeff will have to do, yee haw.

Right, February break after I survive this weekend - Senior Weekend in Riverdale (wee?) and my Math Midterm next week, which is really more like a final as school is over in 49 days. Yes, I said forty fucking nine. But that's not including breaks and weekends, sigh.

Alright, back to My Bloody Valentine.

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:: Sunday, January 11, 2004 ::

How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Major Deegan Expressway

On Friday, I ventured to my friend Benay's house for a fun-filled weekend in Riverdale (a tiny pocket in the Bronx that's inhabited by white people). I expected the usual fun: sitting, eating, eating, maybe some TV, maybe something fun on Saturday Night, maybe some sitting. Nothing very out of the ordinary did I expect.

*The experienced or "in-tune" reader may realize that the term "Nothing very out of the ordinary did I expect" is both a very awkward souding phrase and a very nifty and unoriginal way to foreshadow the events that took place on Saturday night*

So Friday, for some bizarre reason, I decided to give that guy I had met last Saturday night (while waiting for Couirey at Union Square to go to the Jeff Lewis show at Bluestockings, which turned out to have been the night before-doh!) a call, cos he seemed really cool. So I called him, and we decided to hang out for a bit on Saturday night, with Benay and her boyfriend Sam. Fine. We had fun Friday night, stayed up, talked a lot, you know, "girl stuff" neener heehee.

Saturday we woke up pretty late, eeps, and after lunch I showered and Benay did my hair-she ironed it, it looks straight and uncurly now. But I love it and must buy that nifty iron she used (nifty count: 2). Then she did my makeup which was nice too. Anyway, alright. So we met Sam and went downtown and met this guy who turned out to be insanely creepy and so after being insanely creeped out, we ditched him and dined at the wonderfully manufacturedfoodheaven Olive Garden, oh yum. Waiter-Patrick-yum as well, mwahaha.

Then, Benay's friend Avi met up with us, and we walked hours to his car cos he FORGOT WHERE HE PARKED IT IN NEGATIVE DEGREE WEATHER and so we finally found it and drove Sam to the subway and then started driving around, looking for something to do. At this point it was already about 12:20, so we decided to all just go back to Benay's house.

So we're driving, and it's kinda bumpy so AFTER we get on the Major Deegan Expressway (der) Avi goes-I wonder why it's so bumpy. So he pulls over and sure enough, there's a flat. Since most Jewish boys are sheltered and don't know how to do things like change tires, Avi had to call the AAA and within ten minutes a tow truck came.

Jewish boys aren't the only ones who can't change tires. Turns out the guy who'se supposed to be making his living changing tires couldn't do it either. So we're sitting in Avi's car as the AAA guy is doing some sort of raindance outside in the four degree weather, and finally he comes back and tells Avi that he has to turn the car around while he blocks the highway up. It took about five minutes cos turns out Avi can't turn a car around either, so the AAA guy came and did it for him meanwhile, blocking traffic which was awesome, what a feeling of power, mwahaha.

So now the car is turned around, and the AAA guy hooks it up to the tow truck and informs us that he's towing the truck to the nearest car-fixing place. Only problem-me and Benay had to stay in the car AS IT WAS BEING TOWED. Avi got to sit in the tow truck, we had to stay in the half-elevated car, which was speeding backwards down the highway. It was literally one of the most terrifying five minutes of my LIFE. Benay and I were sitting in the backseat cracking up and screaming and threatening the unpresent Avi that we were about to shit out of fear in his backseat. It was hysterical and frightening and fucking hysterical.

We get to the car place and again, wait for hours until someone clues us in as to what's going on. We find out that Avi has to pay something like 80 dollars for everything, so this same AAA guy told us to go to the ATM down the block.

This is when we noticed that we were on E. 140, which is essentially, the most black and quite the most crackridden drugdenned area of New York City. We were white, we were Jewish, and we were scared shitless. Needless to say, AAA's cautionary suggestion-"Eef you have to go to de ATM, tayke de two gurls weeth you, lahck yore car dores, hide yore monies under yore coat ahnd bee qweeck."-did not help matters too much. We started to walk to the ATM but decided that Benay would just lend Avi the rest of the money. Who knows why she decided to do that, it's always been a dream of mine to be mugged, raped, and shot in East Harlem.

At this point, we (together now known as the traveling circus group-The Farting Mormons) returned to the car, paid, locked the doors, rolled up the windows, and zoomed out of there. Never (hopefully) to return. Back to the confines of another AmericanJewishWhiteTown.

Which, for once, wasn't a bad thing at all.

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:: Wednesday, December 17, 2003 ::

Yawn, oh yawn.

AntiUp Volume 1 on my doorstep today, finally. Good stuff.

Listening to the CD. Joie DBG, noice.

Oh, void.

Winter break, six days and counting till my face turns blue.

Speaking of blue, Jeff Lewis at Bluestockings the third! Nice!

Shit, forgot to call Capitol lady back. Looks like I'll get fired before I've actually begun, oh fucksticks.

Saddam is caught and this will be the only thing we hear about for the next two months. That and Howard Dean, the world's most self-righteous prick. I support no one in this blasted election.

Philosophical wax of the day:

Politics=the runs.

Budum Tish


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:: Thursday, December 11, 2003 ::

Euphoric

After three and a half years of working like a maniac and dying over schoolwork, crying, late nights, fighting with teachers, all nighters, grey hairs (literally GREY), insomnia, nervous stomach, mouth sores, exhaustion, depression, and helplesness, it's all over. Finally cos...

I GOT INTO BOSTON UNIVERSITY! My letter came today and after hours of KNOWING that it came (from my grandma) I FINALLY got in touch with my mom and she read the letter to me over the phone. I almost cried from relief.

Nothing could make my day any better. So I thought. Cos then I called the woman who was dealing with my application for the Capitol Street Team and she told me I'm on! This means I'm a wee low on the ladder volunteer for Capitol records. Basically, I go to different places, like coffee shops, small record stores, mostly places downtown, etc...and I hang up flyers for concerts and new records for bands that are under the label. I also get to go to concerts for said bands, and I hand out promo CDs and stuff and I review each show...basically it's AWESOME. And I don't get paid, but thats okay cos I get to go to SHOWS and I get to be involved and that's AWESOME. I'm insanely psyched. And it gets to continue when I go to college (PLEASE G-D IN BOSTON) well if it's in Boston, I'll be transfered to be a Boston rep. I'm sort of just spewing right now cos I'm at Lizzie's and it's so late and today has been awesome.

Bands on Capitol:

http://uk.towerrecords.com/label_title.asp?label=Capitol&oldid=7d12760a0b5ca6b5bf

Who knows, maybe I could be the next best friend of Chris Martin :p (and get rid of Gwynnie, mwahaha. DOWN WITH THE NEW YOKO! She's already nixed two of their new songs because she didn't like them. Stupid bitch.)

Except I got into a fight with mom, sigh what else is new?

But even that can't spoil my mood, things are finally going okay. Well, for the moment. They could get bad at any second. Jesus Christ, I'm such a negative thinker, this has GOT to go away. Soon, soon.

WOO HOO

MAJOR MATT MASON USA!

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:: Friday, December 05, 2003 ::

Tidbits

1) Now that I'm out one best friend, what do I do? I'm getting over it surprisingly quickly though- it's only been three days and I'm hardly thinking about it. So either I'm good at getting over things, or I'm just in extreme denial. I guess I'll find out in a matter of a few weeks.

2) So what I had thought all along was confirmed today. I always KNEW that hunger and horniness were connected cos whenever I get horny, my appetite shoots through the roof and I start eating everything in site.
What I learned in Psych class today:
When a certain rat's lateral hypothalamus was stimulated, it started humping everything in sight and then eating and eating...Eventually the sexual drive dissipated and the rat just kept eating until it grew into a very very FAT rat. Translation-a horny girl is not a happy girl for more reasons than one.

3) London Calling is really one of the most overrated songs in history.

4) I'm so glad the skating season is back and that Scott Hamilton is looking healthy. He's still got a few more shows left in him.

5) About a week until the Boston University letter comes, telling me whether I'll be invited to join the class of 2008. It would be particularly fabulous if they decided to invite me to join the class of 2008 free of charge.

6) It's snowing like fuck out there. Lots of accidents. I may hate Sharon forever for what she did, but I still hope she's okay, as a bunch of accidents have happened right by her house. Or maybe that would be extremely appropriate punishment. I'm still so angry that I'm not going to delete that previous sentance.

7) Maybe am going to Carson Daly on Wednesday with Tal and Jack. ONLY because the Rapture is playing. I swear it. N0 1'M N07 1 L0V3 CAR$0N, 0K4Y, H3 7074LLY R0XX0R5 MY 50X.

8) I felt how you did that. How did you know how to do that? I had three handles. Read these words. New York Wierd. New Jerseywierd. Connecticut




WIERD.


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:: Wednesday, November 26, 2003 ::

The Painters Are In...

Note:

Agent=Shar
Travis=Me

AgentCher007: btw....
AgentCher007: hahahahhaha
AgentCher007: HAHAH
AgentCher007: OKAY
AgentCher007: so i ran out of tampons yesterday
AgentCher007: in school
AgentCher007: so i stuck some toilet paper up there
Travisgirl28: HAHAHAH
Travisgirl28: WDE
AgentCher007: and was like: "okay, ill just change it later"
AgentCher007: and a couple of periods later i was going to the bathroom to change it
AgentCher007: and i get on the toilet and pull down my THONG
AgentCher007: and realize that the toilet paper is gone
AgentCher007: MEANING
AgentCher007: it fell out somewhere
AgentCher007: in school
AgentCher007: in the hallway
AgentCher007: or in class
AgentCher007: WDEEE
AgentCher007: hahahahhahahahah
AgentCher007: i was like: "OMG thats horrible. oh well."
AgentCher007: hello?
Travisgirl28: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Travisgirl28: HHAHAHAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Travisgirl28: HAHAAAAAAAAAAAA
AgentCher007: HAHAHHAHA I KNOW...HOW TERRIBLE?
Travisgirl28: I AM DYING
AgentCher007: hahahahahahhahaha
Travisgirl28: HOWO DID YOU NOT TELL ME THIS BEFORE???????????????????????????????????????????????????????
Travisgirl28: HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AgentCher007: i was so embarrased!!!!!!
Travisgirl28: COUCH HACK AHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Travisgirl28: HAHA WHAT IF SOMEONE SAW?
AgentCher007: i thought someone would find it and
Travisgirl28: OMG
AgentCher007: you would start laughing and give me away
Travisgirl28: HAHHHHHHHHHHH I CANT BELIEVE IT
Travisgirl28: HAHAHHAHAAH THAT IS SUCH A CLASSIC STORY
Travisgirl28: WIAIT I HAVE TO READ AGAIN
AgentCher007: hhahahahahhahahah okay
AgentCher007: like, it just FELL OUT
AgentCher007: i guess my thong was too loose,
AgentCher007: or too thin or somethingq
Travisgirl28: omg HAHA
Travisgirl28: WAIT LET ME READ
Travisgirl28: aahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Travisgirl28: what if it fell out?>?
Travisgirl28: and someone SAW it fall out?
AgentCher007: HAHAHHA
AgentCher007: HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA
Travisgirl28: AUAHAHAHAHA
Travisgirl28: LIKE WHILE YOU WERE WALKING DOWN THE HALLWAY
Travisgirl28: OMG IMAGINE SOMEONE FINDING IT
Travisgirl28: EEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWW
Travisgirl28: IEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
AgentCher007: i KNOW it fell out, cuz it wasnt in my underwear, it wasnt in the toilet, and it wasnt on the floor of the stall
AgentCher007: HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA
AgentCher007: I WOULD DIE
Travisgirl28: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
AgentCher007: I WOULD DIE OF LAUGHTER
Travisgirl28: SO SO SO BDE
Travisgirl28: HAHAH I WOULD HAVE DIED
Travisgirl28: SERIOUSLY
AgentCher007: HAHAHAHAH ME TOO
Travisgirl28: I WOULDNT HAVE BEEN BREATHING
AgentCher007: hahahhahahahahaha omg
AgentCher007: ewwwwwww
AgentCher007: imagine picking it up
Travisgirl28: HSHA
Travisgirl28: IM SORRY
Travisgirl28: THAT NEEDS TO GO IN MY BLOG
Travisgirl28: NEEDS
Travisgirl28: no one reads it antyway
AgentCher007: hahahahahaahhahahahahahahah oh god
Travisgirl28: HAHAH
Travisgirl28: hahaha SO
Travisgirl28: ikat hold on
AgentCher007: hahahah oay
Travisgirl28: NO TYPIE
AgentCher007: i need to change my tampon anyway
Travisgirl28: hah
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:: Thursday, November 20, 2003 ::

Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch

Today was utterly fanTASTIC.

It began as a regular day...class, cramming for my sixth period Psychology test. Then came the sixth period Psychology test, which was actually pretty fucking difficult, but I'll worry about that later.

I came out of my Psych test completely exhausted. The thought of attending ANOTHER class and being in school for three more hours was physically nauseating. But that's how it is everyday and so, dejected and falling asleep, I trudged to my locker and took out my crumbling history notebook. Then, looking at the barren wasteland that is the senior hallway one last time, I pressed the "up" button and waited for the elevator.

Until! A certain Sharon came traipsing down the hallway, head in clouds, smile on face...I knew something was up. Either she had just been fucked really REALLY well against the wall of the boy's locker room OR she was about to make a run for it.

"Do you think it would be a good idea? Will they catch me? My parents aren't home and I have the car!"

Yes. Probably not. WOO HOO!

What was there to do? My best friend was leaving school, leaving ME to sit through a DOUBLE period of history, math, and an english test.

I thought not.

So, furiously nodding our heads, we made a break for it. Being outside while the rest of the school was not was completely exilharating. We got into Shar's car and blasted Adam Green all the way down 17 South.

We first made our way to Panara to use the bathroom and then to CD World where we spent an unearthly amount of time talking about the awfulness of emo and CKY and complaining about how broke we were. I saw Mogwai's Happy Songs for Happy People, Adam Green's Garfield, the new Walkmen ( I don't know the name of the album) and the Still's Logic Will Break Your Heart. And I couldn't get ANY of it. Oh my lack of funds is highly irritating.

Then came what we had been waiting for-the discovery of a LIFETIME! There, under Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch was an actual FULL-LENGTH album for .49 cents. SO what the hell, right?

I managed to part with the .25 needed to buy the album (you don't know how difficult that was and how I've come to highly appreciate what I once called "chump change"). But I did, and so did Shar, and we excitedly ran to her car to play the album.

Explosions! Sounds of exstacy burst forth from the stereo as the ever so profound ryhmings of Marky Mark played. Especially deep was Track 4-titled, simply, Loungin'. Here's a little sampler:

"How you feelin', G?"
"I'm loungin'."
"How you feelin', B?"
"Yo, I'm jus' loungin'."
"How you feelin', B?"
"Yo, I'm jus' loungin' ski."
"How you feelin', cheese?"
"Yo, I'm jus' loungiiiiiiiiiiiiiin. Lounginnnnn."

I swear. I swear I swear. This playing while anyone is driving-quite the dangerous combination. We were literally, CRACKING UP for an hour and listening to that song over and over and over. There is nothin' like "old school."

Then we went to National Wholesale Liquidators, cos Diana had bought converse there for ten bucks. Excited about buying white ones to draw all over with permanent marker ( I would draw anything to do with Antifolk and Teen Girl Squad and Shar would write a ton of song lyrics (we thought about this for a while)), we ran into the store and found the Converse Bin, only to discover that there were no sizes below a womens 13. Fabulous. SO we left,and hung out at Co0l Beans for a while (the Jersey equivalent to Alt. Coffee) and then Shar drove me back to school, just in time to make the bus.

A great and MUCH needed day.


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:: Thursday, November 13, 2003 ::

Tidbits

Holy fuckers, the wind, the WIND!

LAY OF MY FUCKING WINDOWS YOU WHORE.

Shar-"I think you have tourettes."

DAMN STRAIGHT, CUNT.

I love my friends.

Me-"I think I'm bipolar."

RE: Grey Revell is the new Jeff Lewis.

ANTIFOLK OWNS YOU.

New York.
Wierd.
New Jerseywierd.
Connecticut




Wierd.

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