Get me out of this finals hell!



Another show come and gone. It was a hell of a lot of work, but in the end, as always, it was worth it, and I loved doing it. The Secret Garden was a success. And the cast party was awesome. (Bob, perhaps only you will understand how much fun it was given how rarely I use the word "awesome".) Props to Team Parody.

Yeah, so it's only one day after the show, and I think most people have that depressing insane withdrawal feeling, which perhaps explains why my inbox is full of lovely messages. So I just want to give a final thanks and congratulations to the Penn Singers and all those involved with our show:) Peace.


Home For The Holidays

Thanksgiving was really good. It was the first time in a while where I didn't feel like wanting to run away from the table after the first five minutes.

Saw Charlie's Angels. It was so cool! Lucy Liu, with my girl Drew, Cameron Di...

Got to see Cristine and Beth, whom I haven't talked to in the longest time. Another good thing.

As for the rest of the weekend, I wonder if it might be better if it hadn't existed. But as Bob points out you can't change the past. For better or for worse it's already over. You have to accept that to move on.

And in certain cases, one just has to be an asshole to help someone else reach a light switch. So I'm going to fade into the background for now.


Music and Lyrics

A few days will give you some perspective, and a whole lotta e-mail.

To all my friends at home and at Penn, thanks for being understanding of me and how I like to work things out by myself. You people are cool!

To that girl in the front row of the silent bripat cheering section (no doubt with a Weezer CD in the discman <-- yeah I'm that gay...haha I crack me up), thank you especially for understanding what I want right now. You'll be the first person I turn to for a corny joke.

To Dani and Bob, I think we've decided to spare your lives. FELICITO!!!

Then there's this other girl who might be mad at me right now. Thank you for doing what you had to do. We have this favorite musical together. Remember the line, "Could we start again, please?"

It's hard to find a quote of the day, because nothing can possibly accurately describe everything I'm feeling. A line in my head that reminds me of all of us right now is from U2, "We get to carry each other, carry each other..." I guess that one is the most appropriate, but maybe we all just need a little Abba.


Elephant In The Blog

Lindsay and Dani came down on Saturday, and Matt's friends Mary, Beth, and Pat Barnes were also in town. We met up with Candy, Viv, Samantha, and Kevin and saw WP at the band competition. We had a Weezerful weekend. Matt froze my pants. We had a little shebang at Penang. hahaha. Samantha explained her theory of how we've all become what we were in the Kindergarten Circus: apparently Kevin is such a ball bouncer these days, Lindsay is a clown, and Dani is the leader of the ponies. We made jello tubs, thanks to the recipe from Erin (a.k.a. Jello Queen). The Night of So Much Wrong ensued. There was controversy surrounding who was the drunkest person in the room, Mary or me. The world may never know!

Thanks everyone for visiting. It was muy.



Happy Birthday, Melissa.

Happy Halloween.

Like I told Lindsay last week, we'll get by. We always do.

: *



So friends, we have a lot to discuss. Some themes I'm noticing. Bob's quote, "It's amazing how reality and experience fuck up your preconceived notions," is the quote of the day, month, season, whatever.

What else I'm noticing is that I appreciate the people that surround me. Lots of them have these definite paths they're traveling, they have goals and all that fun stuff. I respect that. But they have their stories, just like everyone else. Meanwhile I'm sitting here waiting for the next distraction. I think that's okay too. My friends are also big on the "no regrets" thing, you know the stuff they're always trying to tell you in movies and books but you feel you can't really measure up to. Then I look around and many people I know actually are trying to live that way! That's awesome. I said it...

I think I'm making a final decision never to be decisive. I think I shouldn't care about sex so much. I think I should chill out. That's funny because people think I'm very laid back.

What it all comes down to, my friends, is I haven't got it all figured out just yet. The summer of 2000, in spite of all the weirdness and bad times associated with it, was on balance (thanks Mr. Schwartz) the best thing to happen to me. I'm so confused at this point and nothing is definite and I'm really beginning to enjoy myself. There's something to think about.

And yet, who's breaking out the REM tonight? What a chach.


Birthdays And A Warning

Happy Birthday, Dani, Soniya, Gary!

You are never safe from randomness.


Shreds And Patches

Happy Birthday, Becky! Not that you have any clue about this website.

So the midterms are over. Yay. Now the controversy centers on what to be for Halloween and what to concentrate in. God, what am I going to be for Halloween!?! it's a joke, see.

So Matthew is revamping his website and is putting a link to mine on it. So if you're Matt's friend and you're reading this, hi. I only advise you to continue reading if you've got nothing to lose in terms of boredom. If you're my friend, don't worry, I'll have a link to that coochie snorcher's website soon enough.

Brooke and I think we should play the Penis Game in Accounting one day.

Fellow Parker Posey fans, go see Best In Show! It stars everyone from Waiting for Guffman. If you liked that movie, you'll like this one.

The Trent Patch shines like a ray of hope over the Penn campus...



I am the happiest I've been in a very long time, thanks to an old friend. I love you.


Vag 'Logs/Secret Garden

Saw The Vagina Monologues last night. It was really funny. I suggest you see it. They say cooter.

So in The Secret Garden I get to be a ghost. That's cool. I've never been dead before! I wonder what it would really be like to live in a house haunted by ghosts that sang all the time.





Quote of the Day:

This circus is falling down on its knees
The big top is crumbling down
It's raining in Baltimore fifty miles east
Where you should be, no one's around
I need a phone call
I need a raincoat
I need a big love
I need a phone call
These train conversations are passing me by
And I don't have nothing to say
You get what you pay for
But I just had no intention of living this way
I need a phone call
I need a plane ride
I need a sunburn
I need a raincoat
And I get no answers
And I don't get no change
It's raining in Baltimore, baby
But everything else is the same
There's things I remember and things I forget
I miss you I guess that I should
Three thousand five hundred miles away
But what would you change if you could?
I need a phone call Maybe I should buy a new car
I can always hear a freight train If I listen real hard
And I wish it was a small world
Because I'm lonely for the big towns
I'd like to hear a little guitar
I think it's time to put the top down
I need a phone call
I need a raincoat

--Counting Crows


School Daze

Oh, we knew it would happen: now that I'm back at school, I haven't updated my fake journal since Chinese time (hi Cristine). I apologize to the scores of fans who check out my site.

So let's try and recap. Well, my classes are going well. I don't have an intense hatred to any of them. That's a good sign. Still, it's amazing the things you can do to procrastinate. Tonight I spent a good ten minutes trying to beat my record of sliding off my chair and hiding under my desk. I haven't timed it, but you also have to keep in mind the importance of technical accuracy.

And of course, there's Undressed and Iron Chef for distraction...

Penn Singers had a lovely New Member Party. I am annoyed at the finding-an-audition-song process, but what can ya do? Here we go again. By the way, never introduce the topic of "flying fuck" to these people. They just blow it out of proportion! But they're good people: if you like Jem and G&S, you're okay in my book.

I was in McDonald's the week I got here, and I saw one of the weirdest things down at the Gallery. There was this woman writing random words on a napkin, like "cat" and "hopscotch". When she was done, she picked up her list in one hand and compared it to a box of douche in the other hand. Maybe I will only find this funny, but it sounds like a story Jessmar or some other people might like.

Penn Celtic Society. We'll see what develops.

In other news, I saw Guster, Rent, and Waiting for Guffman again. And some of Magnolia. Now, we all agreed it was a horrible movie, but I'm becoming obsessed with the soundtrack. That's something to check out. I got to see Julianne Moore's movie-stealing "I sucked other men's cocks..." for a second time. It's the little things that make me happy:P

Other fun facts you should know about Penn: Rosie is obsessed with KY Jelly, and stay away from the "Ro Special".


Pals, Pregnancies, Pics

Viv and Candy stopped by last night! Raina has dreams in which she is always seventh months pregnant. I think this is funny. She never delivers the child, but she's always pregnant. My French class seems like it will be fun. It's a lit class focusing on the themes of love and eroticism. Woo hoo, that's right up my alley. Damn FPAN tonight! If you're bored, go to www.explodingdog.com. This guy draws pictures based on titles that people mail him.



Today I moved back to Penn. Our room is so cool! Literally, too, because we have air conditioning. It is so good to see everyone after the summer. Saw several members of the KC3 crew, ate at Beijing.



Went to Syracuse to move Becky in. Went to dinner with Andrea and Lindsay. Visited Regan. Saw Richard. (Day and Flint are in East Bumblefuck, by the way.) Went to LBI and had a scrumptious diddly time, but Mike and Michelle get the thumbs down for cheating in Pictionary!

You know those times when you just want to go someplace and scream because it will make you feel better? Now is one of those times.


Guster Is For Lovers

Yesterday I went to the city with Matt, Mike, Michelle, Erin, Rohini, and Andrea. We went to MoMA and then saw Guster in Central Park. Now, I only have one Guster album, but they sang 10 out of 11 songs on that album. Yeah, baby! They were good.


Raining In Whippany

The goodbyes have begun. Beth went back up to Ithaca cuz she's gonna be an RA. Brooks was as described.

My theory about the weather just might be right. Today a beautiful girl left Whippany. And her friends are sad. Thus, it's raining. I think she will have fun in college, partly because she seems to have fun wherever she goes. That's cool.

Bob was on an honesty kick last night. It made me laugh.

I'm sure today's reflections aren't done yet. Later skaters.


I Am

I felt a little nubby last night. Sarah had a going away party. I also couldn't get over the fact that we were in Joe's old house. Blast from the past!

We don't need no education...hehehe.

You have to come visit Whippany sometime. I feel like such a diner/Starbucks rat. Wait, I am. That would explain it. Well, I do have to cram as much diner time as I can in because I missed that at school. South Street Diner is cool, but it is just not in a convenient location.

The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy is funny. And good.

Sometimes I think being a teacher would be cool because it is the way to make better people in this world, and who doesn't want that? This was just on my mind.


Party On

I went down the shore on Wednesday night. Twas me, Dani, Sue, and Regan at Dani's sister's house on LBI. We went over to Sam's. Cast: Sam, Elaine, Dana, Jared, Ken, Steve, us. Special Guest Appearances by: Elaine's toobaungaooters and Grace Hancock. So one thing led to another and we were naked in the bay. This was all nifty until the shadow of Grace Hancock was seen in the distance. "Party's over!" Sam was very calm and collected. Her mom had taught biology for 20 years, so this was nothing she hadn't seen. There was this neat little raft thing.

Regan is the funniest person to play cards with. or watch play cards.

Thursday we met up w/Jessmar. She was the beach bunny, all jeeped out. To the random reader, that sentence might not make sense. but that's the random reader's problem. We went down to Steven's, Kenneth and Stacy were there too. What beaches. hahahaha. just joshin' just joshin'. We did go to the beach, though.

Dani's cousin & co. chilled with us on the beach that night. We played with sparklers.

Vivian has good taste when it comes to music, in my opinion. I discovered this at Candy's and Viv's going away party (see you at Penn party for me).

Last night was Dick Fest II, produced by Richard Y, supplied by Kenneth N, party concept by RFA. What. It was muy fantastico, despite the horribly misleading name. We jammed to Phish and MJ and Lady Marmalade. gonna feel real good! Andrea joined the underground We Love Trent club.

People never stop surprising me, and that is fun. I don't know how you all feel, but I am very happy with this summer. good mood? Peace out.

As a thank you to a friend...

"Visions of you on a motorcycle drive by,
Cigarette ash flies in your eyes, And you don't mind, And you smile,
And say the world doesn't fit with you.
I don't believe you, You're so serene.
Careening through the universe, your axis on a tilt, guiltless and free,
I hope you take a piece of me with you..."

--Third Eye Blind


Weird NJ

Last night, we did the Clinton Road thing. It was plun.

Today, thank you DFash:)



Glass tables and crowded parking lots make me nervous. I'm sure a parking lot crowded with glass tables would be doubly unnerving.

It was certainly not a night of small talk. Wouldn't Rich be proud?

The quote is for someone I respect more than myself.

Quote of the Day: "To be nobody-but-yourself--in a world which is doing its best night and day, to make you everybody else--means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting." --e.e. cummings



This page won't have a title anymore. It isn't really a journal. I have a hard enough time writing a journal for myself, let alone making it accessible to other people. Well, maybe one day it will become a journal. But for now it will just be harmless updates, perhaps the occasional opinion. I have issues.

Erin, Erber, and I went to the Nip. There was this guy there that we could have been nice to when he asked our names, but I chose the asshole option. Can't say that I really care, though.



Mike, Erin, and I went to visit Cristine yesterday, but she was sick and could not come out and play. There is Liebfraumilch in Canada!



I had lunch with Christina S at Jersey Boy Bagels. Then I went to Bed, Bath, and Beyond. I want frog-related items for our bathroom at school. And I want the leopard print stuff for my bed. It's really annoying that I have no clue what my room next year looks like.

Sam W is back from Japan. She and Scott stopped over, but we have yet to make a DQ run.

Erin pondered over who Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston fantasize about while having sex.

The Alanis Morissette Lyrics Generator is kind of funny. I made up a song about people who leave their blinkers on too long after they turn.



Not too eventful. We discussed again the Method to One's Madness theory, which I believe in and practice. There was little or no food, surprise, surprise.



A weekend of insomnia. Not without reason. I've started to read the Harry Potter books to see if they live up to the hype. I like the first one so far. I wish owls delivered my mail. I can't believe the word "asphodel" is in it. Mike and I made a trip to Urban Outfitters. I went to the Rockaway Mall. I think London is still in the lead, though. I bought a new tongue ring, but I have issues with getting the other one out. Everyone I ask says you just unscrew it, but easier said than done.



So The Toronto Experience was muy. Stopped at Niagara Falls on the way. Dani changed in the parking lot. There was much ado about Andrea's cream. We got all the way to Toronto with no problem, but then somehow missed the city and ended up in Mississuaga, which looked like the Teletubbies set, except with some buildings scattered about. Thank God for Esso Man!

Friday night we walked around downtown, around Queen and King. There were Moose on the Loose. We managed to get lost again. But we made some Canadian friends e.g. Teresa the bank teller and the woman on the subway who saw Mamma Mia! three times. Lindsay was determined not to go back to "Chili's", but it's always the same in the end.

On Saturday morning, Matthew and his friend Mary (whose last name I currently don't know how to spell) ambled on into town. Lindsay, Bob, and I went swimming, with Lindsay in a Superdance shirt and underwear. Then little kids came with goggles. We got out of the pool.

Matt and Mary attempted to get scalped tickets to the show, but let me tell you, those Canadians just love ABBA music. And rightly so, because the show was worth our little trip. The gang went shopping during the afternoon, and we met up after the show.

Seven Hours in the CN Tower: During this segment of the trip, we made friends and enemies with the help at the CN Tower, that big space needle in Toronto. We think they were tracking us ever since they saw through our plot to get in at a group rate (Lindsay was the leader of our church youth group. She may have even flashed the Rev's card.) But we needed 20 people, and we could only find three volunteers.

The first employee we met was the camera bitch, who denied knowing the price of the picture that she had assisted in taking! The next one was in the elevator, but I forget his name. I do know, however, that he was not "imperial". He told us the picture was 10 dollars. Matt, Mary, Dre, Anthony, and I took a break from all the elevating at the restaurant. Our waiter there had something up with his shirt according to everyone else at the table, but I didn't find out. CN TOWER SOUVENIR GLASSES (for free)! Then Matt, Mary, and I waited to go to the SkyPod. The SkyPod was operated by Karen, who was by far the coolest worker in the tower. She didn't really know the price of the picture b/c she was rather isolated up in that pod. But she did get all her numbers right, as we were able to verify on the wall at the top. Karen also let me on for free, even though I had paid for a ticket that I somehow switched with the Italian bird's along the way.

We ate at the bar that night, and went off in search of "C'est What?". Matt did his magic trick that I was never able to figure out, but Dana shot him down in a second. Speaking of Dana,

Dana gets embarrassed when:

a. Her friends talk really loud on the subway.
b. Her friends sing really loud 24/7.
c. Her friends spend time in the Condom Shack.
d. She is tickled.
e. She is proposed to in public.

Mary told penguin jokes that we were all too eager to try at home. Despite requests for Matt to tell the clown joke, I ruined it by telling the punch line.

Matt and I called Rosie, but we never got to see her:(

We left on Sunday. Lindsay won a beach blanket at Arby's. This was after she dropped the directions out the window. We tried to be serious about that, but I couldn't stop laughing. This was all after our buddies in Dana's car (those hooligans) got stopped at the border. Frank Sinatra took us home.



How did you get here? Nobody's supposed to be here!

Actually, nobody is here. I mean I'm not. I'm going to Toronto this weekend to see Mamma Mia!, a musical featuring the music of Abba. So leave me a message or something.