Going Away

Let's pretend it's August 31 so I don't have to archive this chach.

I'm preparing for France, i.e. spending lots of money, running around, taking spastic road trips, seeing a sketchy production of Hamlet, eating cheese fries, playing ERS. Today I buckled and got a Destiny's Child CD. I also got Wish You Were Here for $10! I wish I could bargain-hunt for clothes like that.

Junior year seems so big right now! In Lyon, I will be studying here.

I hope all my readers have a good few months.


My Feelings

Still it would not come.


Me Talk Pretty One Day

I'm updating specifically to recommend David Sedaris' Me Talk Pretty One Day, particularly if you are going to study abroad in France. There are some very funny stories about learning the language.



This one's especially for Raina;) I respond to the needs of my readers.

The most recent happening of note was my trip to Montreal:

Friday was spent shopping, drinking (they have Yop!), eating poutine (Rosie raves about it, and with good reason), and going to Club SuperSexe. I have never been to a strip club before, so it was all new and exciting. Bob got a lap dance.

Saturday revolved around more drinking and eating. Food festival...mmm. We also walked around the Village in the middle of Montreal's Pride Week. There were gay boys as far as the eye could see. In our luxurious room, we played "Never Have I Ever." Sue's naked ass attracted our neighbors' attention, and then a fire alarm went off. Then we were off to a karaoke bar. Jackie Chan's head made an appearance. Erin gave Andrea a 50 and said, "Take this. Get drunk!" Well, she did, and she and Samantha were rocking to "Love Shack" while the rest of us provided backup. Bob performed an emotionally charged rendition of "Closer." He wants to fuck you like an animal...

On the way back to our hotel, we met the crackhead and her baby, and I feared we might end up riding back to the U.S. with a Canadian child. Mini-crisis averted, things were just getting started at the hotel. Dani, Sam, and Sue got naked. Then, "Some guy's coming over." This was followed by the naked trio taking pictures with the Arab in a nightgown. After that, "The girls are tired. The ladies request you leave." But our Kuwaiti friend kept hounding us, hence Bob's brandishing a butter knife/momentarily lapse in reason and some fun additions to my quote page.

I bought these dice in a sex shop: one die has verbs on it, and the other has body parts. I think they're funny. But "I know someone who" already owns them, and that made me smile. Everywhere I go, I'm surrounded by sex kittens!

On the way home, we wondered about Mike D's fate, drawing parallels with "The Wall."

And we ate at Cracker Barrel! hahaha.

I'll now give a shout-out to Brooke, in case she checks my page. Love you!

I have yet to write to my French family. I should go do that.

P.S. The Tom Jones and the Alleman Random Person Sex Dream mysteries were both solved. I feel a little more complete now.


Summer At Home

Whippany is Whippany.

I'm in the mood to write, but nothing comes...on my face. I've decided to work at Moore Catholic again, instead of the mysterious place where Bob works. It has its advantages, money not being one of them. What can ya do? But never look at a religion book. Chances are you'll be pissed off. I know someone who...So I work at a Catholic school and swim at a Jewish Community Center. Cover those bases! Now I need a lesbian witch to hang out with.

BJG proved that I can hold my liquor but not always remember that I did.

We went bowling. Competition was fierce.

I'm going to Long Island this weekend for the first time in years. It should be interesting.

I finally bought tickets for France! And today I graded a French midterm. The world is funny like that.



I'm getting ready to go home. Sayin' goodbye to everyone. I think I'm leaving Monday morning now, just to get in another week of Sex and the City/Six Feet Under. Damn HBO!

Philly had a nice fireworks display, and all these cool celebrities read the Declaration of Independence. It was teeming rain (!) on the way home from the Parkway.

To address Leslie D's concern, I had a vague notion of what a convertible bra was, but it was the five-way part that confused me. Thanks for the help :O



I'm done with Management!

Went to Super Scoops 2001. You pay $5 dollars for a spoon, then you are let into this tent and have all the ice cream you can eat from different vendors like Friendly's, Ben & Jerry's, Haagen Daz, etc. Plus they have water ice. How brilliant is that?? Too bad it was in BFE.

Cranium sucked that time I played it at Ken's, but it was a lot more fun the other night. Try doing charades for the word "reproduce."


Three Things

Happy Birthday to Mike.

Song: "Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk," Rufus Wainwright.

Summer goal three: go to the nude beach by Sandy Hook.



I watched The Labyrinth, to see if my previous assessment of it was a little too harsh. It wasn't. This is a pretty crappy movie. I can see people might like it for sentimental nostalgic reasons, but don't tell me it's brilliant. The David Bowie Constant Crotch Issue is funny, though. Sexual tension between David Bowie and a 15-year old is also funny. I actually like that the girl fantasizes about the villain in a semi-sexual manner. Leslie and I think villains should have sex appeal.

On the other hand, SpaceCamp was a welcome blast from the past.

Ranjana writes well. I like, "Once again I'm an associate, on the fringe...the 18th Floor and Me." And as for being beautiful, you should know it's not only to strangers.


Fives and Sixers

The Sixers lost again. This time it "blew ass", as my roommate Leslie is prone to saying.

Houston, we have a phone line.

I visited Ranjana's page today, because there are fun pictures. You can check her out on the link page. But I'm wondering, what is a five-way convertible bra, anyway?

Jessmar is off to work at Disney. Have fun, Jess!

Luchtvaardigheidsgraad is Dutch for "the level of air humidity."


Prepare Ye

Lisa has adopted my phrase, "Once, my mom bought twenty-piece Chicken McNuggets," but she usually uses it on me.

Prepare for the truth: El Diner closed. Maybe that's what the fortune cookie meant. Maybe it can open on the moon in next century, and I can go there.



DSL no work. I'm at Wharton. ( I always call it Wharton, even though everyone else calls it Steiny D. No one calls it SHDH.) No phone yet either.

The roomies and I are getting down with Billy Blanks' Tae Bo! We also play some hardcore foosball. One player doesn't have legs. The soccer boys put their names on the back of the blue team, so we think we should put our names on the back of the red team, e.g. Melanie "No Legs" L.

In Whippany, Club Mu kicked off the summer in style.

In Philadelphia, there is 76ers fever. It's the only thing on the news, and people stay up till 2 in the morning honking their horns. Those crazy chaches.

I'm a redhead!


How's The Weather?

I've been on a weather high the past two days. All worries and desires are secondary. Happiness is a function of sun, temperature, and humidity.

I'm almost done with I Know This Much Is True. One part reminded me of CCD: when you went to confession, you were supposed to have the Act of Contrition memorized because you were going to have to recite it. You never really knew it, though, so the priest would always feed you the lines. I wondered if that reflected badly, took away some of your points with God. Today, I think it's a crock:)

Upon further analysis, our idea for a party whose theme is "Put Out or Get Out" is probably not a good idea. I don't have a baby! Everybody drink!


Carried Away

Our house has HBO. I caught an episode of The Sopranos and discovered the wonder that is Sex and the City!



Summer school started today:( I moved into the sublet. Pretty nifty button pushing.

The Spirit was impounded, but now it is free. Sounds like a tagline for a TV movie.

I'm no longer an Azofran virgin. It's a nice restaurant.

Rufus Wainwright was instant pleasure. Leslie D. was there. And that lovely Tim fellow. Bob, Dani, and Sue came down. D was the name on everyone's lips. Keep your ears open for news about Does anybody here remember Shauna D? Then we met Becca at Judy's. I had a fun weekend.



School is done. It's weird that I won't see some people for a whole year. Isn't it always the way? You have this good thing going, and then you have to go to France.

I need money. It's all about the Benjamins.

David had a BBQ on the roof. We played Never Have I Ever. Interesting.

Have you seen the hip-hopera, Carmen?

Great Adventure was muy. SPAN was a last performing arts hurrah for the year.



What I've Been Up To

Exams. Lots of exams.


Out There

Bob's being a poop. I asked nicely!

On the musical front, I've discovered Dar Williams. Some good stuff.



Please remember every fight is not the end of the world.


Breaking Up

We will all fuck over other people and we will all get fucked over. Like John Core says, "Chances are the screwing goes both ways."

We love each other anyway.

A Drexel freshman jumped off the Sheraton last night. Things like that can get to you.

If you really want to be depressed, go watch Requiem for a Dream.

I sang at an elementary school this morning. It was a lot of fun. It made me feel better.

No more classes. Happy Hey Day.


Spring Fling

Archiving sounded like a good idea, so I wasted some time doing that.

"Flung over." The short summary: ITW was nifty. Freshgrocer unleashed its awesome power on Penn this weekend. And Lisa said,"What about breakfast for Tiffany?" White chocolate chip pancakes and punch were involved. The 80's pop star also unleashed her awesome power on Penn this weekend. Moonwalks are tiring. Vidhya unleashed her awesome party-hosting power on Penn this weekend. After Melissa and Erin got lost in Camden on the way to the art museum, we all ended up in Beijing.



The Sweetest Fling has begun. Went to Egypt last night to see Strictly Funk. The Baltimore Block Party was so cool! Many run-ins with randomers. Then the Into the Woods Party, where I was the whore. However, imagine walking into a party and hear YOUR CD's playing! I also met Matthew K for the second time. Six degrees of my ass. Okay, time to eat.



So I'm twenty now. That's a little sad, but I didn't get as depressed this year as I normally do. The times they are a-changin'.

Dani, Sue, and Dana came to visit on Friday. I looked popular on Locust Walk. Dana sounded really bright--effects of the night before? Dana, Sue, and I let out some frustrations about Danifoolery, but in the end, we all had a good laugh. 2/31! 2/31! (Memorize the slammers, Dani.) My Penn peeps took me out to dinner:) Key lime pie...mmmm.

Thanks to all my peeps for the cards and the great day. Thanks Erber for doing the right thing.

Josh, Melanie, Becca, Akiva, Gary, and I watched Sex Trek: The Final Orgasm. Yeah DVD porn and Vang!

Mike Y implicitly compares himself to James Joyce. Treading on thin ice, buddy...just joshin'just joshin'.

I went to Aunt Joanie's for Easter. It was cool. Met up with Mike and Lindsay and learned the art of the "80's dance".

Today, I love my sisters. Happy Easter, everyone.



Of note: the phrase "feed the rumor mill" was used 3 times yesterday by 3 different people. Granted I said it the second time in a facetious manner in order to mock the first utterance, but three times is a lot, especially since I don't think I heard it at all in the 365 days before that.



Spring In The Air

Today was a beautiful day in Philadelphia and elsewhere. College Green was inundated! The crossword was my bitch.

I surprised myself this weekend. Cristine and Justin rock my world, but not at the same time.

Didn't we leave for London on this day many moons ago?

It's a small world after all.

Songs to check out: Garbage's version of "Thirteen". It's cute. Tori Amos' "Raspberry Swirl" --leave it to girls in leather hooking up and being drenched in chocolate sauce to spark your interest in a song. Ah, the advantages of experimental theatre.

Where's Franco? He's on the SUN BOWL with Marge and Jeff!


Goof Off

Good weather, but I feel bleh.

Never think of a meal in terms of the McDonald's french fries you gave up to eat that meal. You might get upset. Especially if that meal happens to be from Izzy and Zoe's. They are geometric bitches.

I am done with midterms:)

Have you seen the album, "Songs 4 Worship", that's been advertised on TV recently? Raina is obsessed with "I Could Sing of Your Love Forever," and she downloaded it onto my geekbox (hahaha...ebonics translator worked for me!). Then we spent a good amount of time ranking the attractiveness of everyone from KC3 instead of doing our finance case.

If there were some Survivor-like competition involving away messages, and we had to kill off the person with the worst ones, I think I speak for all my Whippany peeps in saying Ken would be the first to go. But seriously, maybe it's an honor to be killed. Maybe you have better things to do. Maybe I should shut up because I used to think I was funny, but now it's clear I'm not.

I just laughed remembering a simple equation: Andrea = Creamy.

hahahaha. okay i need to be not typing anymore. good night.


Sweden and Sullivan

I have mixed feelings on Sweden today. Okay, we all know Sweden is the birthplace of ABBA. BUT Sweden's Really Cool Nation Status is in danger of being revoked today, in light of the discovery that it is also the birthplace of Tetrapak. Tetrapak is the packaging used in France to preserve milk in boxes for months, even years. It's like Parmalat. Drinking milk from a box that's been hanging out in the cabinet for a few months is anathema (go vocab!) to me.

Yesterday I got to chat with, and think about, some old friends. It was muy.

The Mikado was a success. The parody was fun, too. Alyc posted this cute Edward Gorey illustration with the caption, "It takes elan to wield a fan," but I can't find it on the Internet. So I found this fun picture of Katisha, drawn by none other than William Schwenck Gilbert. May all good fortune prosper you...

Happy April Fool's Day.



We jumped on the beds on Thursday and Safe Sexed and Danced our Queer Asses off on Friday. And walkshifts are a hoot...to boot!

Went to New York yesterday for our concert. Checked out the H&M, used my powers to get more females to admit to masturbation, met Daniela (!) in a bookstore, said "cream your jeans" incessantly,got Courtney the Pianist to fall for a Joe MAMA joke (!), had fun with Josh and Melanie in the bathroom on the bus, and still managed to have time to perform the world's most famous piece of comic light opera. Essentially the activities of the day confirmed that I am indeed a 7-year-old trapped in a 19-year-old's body.

By the way, I'm in a gang now: the Locust Walk Gang. Our leader is Snake. I am AWA, the Angel of Whoop Ass, and my peeps are Scrappy, the Reverend, Juvy & the Weasel, and Stucky Hampster the Baliwood Babe. Sometimes we run into the Quad Squad, and we have to put the smack down on Sassy Pants, Peep Show, Phlo, G-Phish, and Bitchtit. I love my extracurriculars.

Today I went to West Chester. It involved loading a set and chopping down bamboo. Good times. Neat neat fun.

Flirting is capital. Shine on, you crazy diamonds.



Gummy bear sex, anyone? ("mad props" to Deirdre Zabel for that artful display)

Anyway, I want to have a Jump On The Beds Night here à la Delaware.

You know the fake penis that you get when you're wearing jeans and you sit down? Brooke calls that a "jenis". How muy is that?

Why the hell do all these kids go and shoot other kids in high school? Don't they know they're going to make school suck even more? I imagine they'll become like prisons, and the students don't deserve that, excepting the idiot that decided to go on a rampage, of course.

I'm giving up Snood for the remainder of Lent. Now you might believe this is a herculean task, but this is how I think about it: there was life before Snood, and back then, I still didn't do any work, so I'll have to resort to "old school" methods of procrastinating in order to maintain the snoodian (a new adjective) no-work equilibrium. For example, I can watch T.V., play with this website, play Clickomania, play Sextris, IM...the possibilities are endless!

"Thoughts on the Parkway" was indeed published in B-GLAD, albeit accidently anonymously. Accolades for alliteration! I love dorks;) Still, I am happy.

If y'all are planning to be in NYC on 15th St. in between 2nd and 3rd Avenues at the 15th Street Friends Quaker Meeting House on Saturday at 8 PM, stop in. You'll see a sexy bunch of Penn Singers performing The Mikado, concert-style. Think this throng can't keep it up all day long? If that's you're idea, you're WRONG!

Peace, love, and Paprika Seika.


Trip To The Whip

Drew, what the hell happened to our snow? I was "banking" on it to get out of some classes. Oh, I saw this card today that I thought Dani and Sue would like. It said on the front, "Strip poker? I thought you said, 'Strip polka'!" Then when you opened it up it says, "It's your birthday. Celebrate accordionly." jajaja. Get thee to a punnery!

Anyway, Matt, Raina, and I went home to see The Sound of Music. It was muy. I thought the opening scene was cool. I like that WP theatre is probably actually being taken seriously by the school now because they realize it is good. Now Meera writes that they may have the "weird clothes day" tomorrow. That is nifty! And Kim said there were Greta signs (it all goes back to Mike not being able to spell) and lots of ABBA. Bob, Mike, Lindsay: we've succeeded where others have failed...

We had fun with grapes at Lindsay's, and a few rollicking rounds of "Who can hold their breath the longest?"

"My future seems vague and uncertain" is my phrase of the week.

Tom Jones has left our lives as mysteriously as he entered it.


It IS Unusual

Okay, so someone has decided to drive me insane! Last night, a person called our room TWICE and played "It's Not Unusual" by Tom Jones over the phone but didn't reveal their identity. They've already called again once tonight. Now what is the deal here, people? I'm trying to guess who it is. We don't know who the person is calling for or the significance of the Tom Jones song. AARGH!!!!!!

Played the Ha Game. Rootbeer and Vanilla Schnappes = yum yum.

Meanwhile, I'm on a Radiohead kick.



So I bet when Dani, Sue, and Raina have been bored recently they've probably been annoyed because I haven't added a journal entry in a while. Let's see. What to talk about. Um, last night we played Battle of the Sexes Taboo. The boys lost:( The Mask & Wig show was cool. I sang "Buddy Holly" out my dorm room window when I was bored, and this guy said, "I want what you're drinking!" I think, in my and Mr. Y's experience, people have this association with singing and drunkenness, and it's kind of stupid because I sing all the time...

I still want to dye my hair. And I'm jealous because Mu went to a rave and I really want to go to one.

We tried out El Diner last night, and it wasn't as bad as people have made it out to be. I guess the restaurant got its act together. By the way, for anyone that might try to convince you otherwise, a potato is a vegetable.

So fortune has smiled on Sue, who managed to get a Weezer ticket. That is neato mosquito.

Erber made my Valentine's Day. And the rents sent cookies! Those chaches are going on a cruise this week. Boo.

Bring It On and rainbow chip cake...mmmm!


Home Alone

If I thought about the future as much as I thought about sex, I'd probably have some serious career plans by now.

Three fucking fire drills in one day here in HRE. The first was at 5 in the morning. Not fun.

My roommates are all downtown for ILMUNC. Thus, I will have a rave.

Psych is awesome.

Bring it on, Constitutional Revision Committee!

I want to dye my hair.


Winter Break Review

Back in Philadelphia!! Winter Break was fairly uneventful, but it was fun. I finally saw Reality Bites all the way through. Dani, Bob, and Sue had Floydgasms nightly. We were all spotted at Sweet Dreams, being the artsy fartsy college folk we are. But, don't worry, I don't forget my diner roots, or Dunkin' Donuts (yeah Balderdash). It snowed a lot. That was cool. For Festivus, Sam stole the donkey from the nativity in Morris Plains. But she returned it with a ransom note, I think. The other big shampoo occurred on New Year's Eve in the luxurious Whippany HoJo on Rte. 10. Saw Kim, Mrs. David. Hours were wasted playing Snood, proving definitely that the government is up to something with this game. Let's do the time warp again. Currently looking for people who want to watch Ryan Phillippe for an hour and a half, i.e. Antitrust.