Me, Myself and The Other One

Where I've Been

2006-04-20T10:34:00.000-04:00

Wanna see where I've been? Check it out! I'll clean it up when I've got a few minutes. If you can remember any places I've been, send me a note so I can add it!

Bore Re Me

2006-03-17T13:51:00.000-05:00

Yet again another Friday. And yet again, NOTHING TO DO! Ok, fine. I can do some stuff, but that's boring. I've talked to 2 Chris' and a Cris today on IM. I've called Megan & Farah and left messages. I've emailed back and forth with Erin, Sonia & Dawn. My weekend is all up in the air when originally I thought it was all planned out. The bagpipers are downstairs.

So...hmmm...I have Thursday and next Saturday planned. Tuesday...eh, IDK, we'll see. Alright, we'll I'm gonna pretend to do some more work, email some more, maybe make another call or two, we'll see.

Erin go BRAUGH

2006-03-17T10:30:00.000-05:00

HAPPY SAINT PATRICK'S DAY (and Evacuation Day too - Mass. residents)

The Subways...ROCK

2006-03-10T13:09:00.000-05:00

I am addicted to all things The Subways. I bought their album as soon as it hit stateside. On Wednesday, I went to Newbury Comics on Newbury Street and saw them play acoustically three of their songs and then did some signing. I'll take some pics of what they signed of mine. You want to know? Ok, they signed my cd (not the booklet like every other wanker) and my discman. Yes, my discman. Charlotte liked the fact that I had to take my disc out of my discman, which showed that I actually have been listening to it.

After Newbury Comics, I headed to The Paradise on Comm. Ave to see them play. Both of these shows were free! The opening bands were really good. The Subways, however, were pure ROCK! See Billy at the left? That's how I felt that I should be, jumpin' like that 'cause they were awesome. Great stage presence, great music, great singing. Even though Billy was a little hoarse, he sang wonderfully.

Let me see if I can do what I read I could do. That would be great if I could. I don't have speakers so I wouldn't know if it actually worked. Let's see. If not, go out now...NOW and buy "Young for Eternity" by The Subways. I said NOW.

Sorry about your Sorry

2006-03-08T11:58:00.000-05:00

I hafta mention this: Hershey’s Kissables candy coated mini Kisses look like pieces from the game Sorry. And don't have that plastic taste to them.

Yodel

2006-03-06T15:21:00.000-05:00

Mmm. Forgot all about those tasty things until I just typed that. Mmm, yodels.

So, I'm a pretty lucky girl. Karma is my pal. "Earl", I believe in ya. I went to craigslist.org to post up some free Harpoon tix I had but didn't want to go and didn't want to waste them. I got a few responses but one intrigued me. And I took it. I gave away 3 Harpoon St. Patrick's Festival tix (valued $12 each), and will receive 2 Club seat tickets to a Celtics game (valued $110 - $192 each). Uh yea! Awesome, right? I've never been to a Celtics game. Or a basketball game. Or the old Garden. So, this is a real treat. And free, which is my favorite price for things.

Don't envy me. Be good. Karma. Pay it forward.

Best Day

2006-03-02T15:33:00.000-05:00

Today's like the best day. I'm gonna see Lizzie. I'm gonna see Megan. I talked to my friend Adrienne in Philadelphia today. My coworker John was not in due to a doc appt. My boss Brian is in Barbados. My boss Bobby is not in today (unfortunately very ill). No one has really bothered me. I didn't hafta get all my work done by 2:00p like I thought I did, which is good 'cause at the moment, it's not but 'tis ok, 'cause I will still get the checks done and then we'll see what I end up doin' for the rest of the work day. Maybe sneak out a few minutes late so I can rush home and pretend to tidy up my room for Lizzie and Megan. We're ordering Pini's pizza, yum! And I might even be nice enough to share one of my prized possessions: coconut ice cream pops! Shhh...don't tell them about my coconut and pineapple ice cream though. I may share that with Megan if we hang out Saturday though.

Oh, and I found this cute quote from Jenna Fischer of "The Office". Interject "Ed" for all the "Roys" and "he" and you'll understand my old problem.

"Roy is a good guy; he's a provider, he's stable, he's reliable, but he isn't very thoughtful and he just does the bare minimum," Fischer says. "He's the guy who buys you the rose at the 7-Eleven on Valentine's Day. Whereas look what Jim gave her [for Christmas]: a teapot filled with inside jokes. That is the way to a woman's heart.

7-Eleven roses...got them so someone wouldn't be upset that he was at the strip club drinkin' all night.

Smile, frown, smile, frown (work those muscles)

2006-03-02T09:56:00.000-05:00

Tonight I get to see my Lizzie! Lickin' Legs! Juniper Julep! Aaahhh, porno names are fun to make up. Ok, let's do the one with your pet's name and the street you live on. Ready?

Rusty Hume.

That just sounds wrong. Hume sounds like a euphemism. Ok, wait, it's "a" not "an", right? 'Cause "an" sounds wrong there. Anyways...

I'm all alone at my office. I have massive amounts of work to do that I need to get done in 4hrs, which of course will not get done to perfection but done to an agreeable result.

Was just checkin' up on my Megan's blog. Need to update my television one. People, does anyone read it? I hope so. I also will find time to maybe update the OC newsreel.

Anyone that reads this (Bueller? Bueller?) and is signed up for an 'FNX card want to go see The Subways for free at The Paradise next Thursday? Oh, gotta remind Megan about Nada Surf next Friday. Hmmm...anything else goin' on in my life? Well, planning another Girls' Night In, would should be lots of fun. March 25th, girlies. Gotta remember to tell Megan I had Brian read her entry about Zinc.

Alrighty. I'm gonna do some work. LOL, seriously...LOL.

Registered Gift Offenders

2006-02-23T15:12:00.000-05:00

I don’t understand gift registries. Ok, I mildly get them, but I don’t like them. To me, they scream, “selfish, gimme gimme”. They don’t allow you to be creative and original. It does let you in on the couple’s (or really, soon-to-be wife’s) style and greediness. The atrocious things they think they need immediately after the ceremony. Who really needs olive picks? You can’t just go out and buy them yourself? Honestly?! If I want something, I just go out and buy it. I’m a horrible giftee for Christmas, birthdays, any time I should receive a gift because if I want something, I’ll just go get it myself. I’m picky. So, yea, to the untrained person, a gift registry would be perfect for me. But, you also hafta know that although I like things as much as the next person, I’m not a charity case that needs you to buy me things. Ok, that’s an extreme note. Do these people not own regular dishware? Or do they really think they should use the nice china every day?

Me? Give me gift certificates. Give me cash. Or checks. Hey, if I can figure it out, I’ll accept credit cards in one orifice or another. So, what will I be doin’ regarding an impending bridal shower and wedding? Most likely, not from the registry. I already have a few ideas. I’m clever. I don’t need to know the couple, since, well, since one of them was 18 but I damn know sure how to give gifts. Considerate gifts. Original gifts. Perfect gifts specific for the receiver.

Plus, I’m surprised they are not registered for a big screen HDTV and surround sound system. Come on, if you’re gonna go for it, go for the gusto. GUSTO…not pesto. And, in this rant, really…really! Who actually uses a waffle maker more than once? Just another item to collect dust.

And while you are at it, pick up a bread machine for the couple. I can sure use a great hand-me-down, never-been-used personal bakery in the near future.

Bright

2006-02-10T10:07:00.000-05:00

Can someone please figure out a way to collect, harness and use static electricity? I mean, if I knew that my last two months of bein' electrocuted was conducive for something, then I wouldn't be so annoyed every time I touch something relatively made with metal like, say file cabinets, a paper cutter or the Poland Springs water spigot covered in plastic. Imagine that, like me, you work in an office. Every time you make a photo copy, put something on top of the CPU, get a glass of water or come within feet of a file cabinet you would get an electric current through your right index finger, every time!! I was thinkin' maybe dunkin' my finger in water before touchin' might even it out but then I remember bein' electrocuted in my first apartment when I tried to shut off the bathroom light. Purell doesn't create the right pH levels.

So, please...PLEASE give me some ideas. Or figure out how to capture my static like a lightnin' bug in a mason jar.

Mistaken Identity

2006-02-08T16:26:00.000-05:00

Apparently, I'm the perfect employee! I don't see how I can be when, well, as you can read, I'm doin' this durin' my work hours, so, obviously mistaken identity.

But, hey, anyways, I'll take that other person's raise a month early. OH YEA!

The Little Things are Obsessive/Complusive

2006-02-08T10:16:00.000-05:00

I admit it: I am O/C. Yea, I'm Orange County. No. Read the title of the entry, dummy. Certain things I go insane over. Music. Movies. Books. So, let's discuss my book problem right now. It's just starting, so you're on the entry level of my obsession, congratulations.

I went to the Boston Public Library at Copley and got a shiny, red library card. Pet it...PET IT. Decided, "hmm, maybe I'll do what I've always wanted to do since high school, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn-it". Ok, I made the title of the condition after the book the inspired it. Duly noted. But, after finishin' one book, I've already gone off the alphabet and headed straight toward Harry Potter land. Just started the first book yesterday. I'm figurin', it took me about a week to read Who You Know by someone with the last name starting with "A", Allen? Eh, who cares. Chick lit. And that's just from readin' it on the bus to and from work with an interruption for the Metro and a ride on the T. So, I'll read the first book (in paperback, natch!) and then the second one and I have the third and forth on hold for me. The rest are on my list. And here starts the problem.

I want to cancel Blockbuster, but you see, I have a Queue of 200+ movies and tv shows that I want to see, so even though I barely have time to watch them, I want to keep it so I when I do have the chance, I have the option. $16/month option with free coupons I never get a chance to use, but an option noneoftheless. I want to cancel but, hey, addictive personality!

Back to the books. You can go online to the BPL and create a list of books you want to remember you want to read. In a few minutes, I already have 15 books on it. In a few minutes! 15! Let me write that out for you, fifteen. I have saved Rory's Book Club emails for well over a year or so, just to make sure I keep straight some of the books I would like to read. My mind already remembered all those magazines I used to get that I have that have book recommendations I wanted to check out. I swear, next week, I'll be goin' through those magazines again to find those book titles before throwing the mags away. [Note to Megan: YES, you read right. I HAVE been throwing away issues of magazines. Happy?]

So, two people should be happy regarding my new (old) obsession: my mom and Megan. Both are way into the bookages. And the freebies. Well, free as long as you return on time. So, we'll be exchanging some book titles and authors soon, just after I get caught up to the sixth Harry Potter book.

Oh, and until Megan and I get to hang out and she helps me, well, it's a surprise, so nevermind that part, let me just make sure I link again her blog, which she has recently updated, so I feel better to linking you to something up-to-better-date-than-October. hehe

astrosequis.blogspot.com

A Day at the Beach

2006-02-03T08:54:00.000-05:00

Last night I went to The Pour House, no wait, I went to the Carribbean Club. Let me explain: they create the downstairs bar into a tiki hut, make it all tropical, free buffet for a few hours and serve beer in a sand pail. Had Erin and I wear a lei, cut through the line and headed downstairs. Erin LOVED my new Coach bag (HA! Like I said, it's not bright and it is the cutest bag, so there.) I should've had some of the buffet but I wasn't hungry. Fried plaintains? YUM, damn me and my non-hunger. So, for every drink or every Bacardi drink, something like that, you get a raffle ticket for a chance to win a trip.

Erin and I don't get to chill, just the two of us much, so it was really nice. Granted, the bartender didn't know I existed in The Pour House realm, but I cleared that up. Lots of talks, got to see Heather and Brian. Poor Paul and the microphone. And a huge hug from Robin, that sweet guy. Got Erin's and my pic on the tv screen together. And I need to remember, I'm still overweight so no more pics for awhile 'cause I looked like the blueberry girl in Willy Wonka.

Anyways, I started a minor trend! Yes, I'm the girl that started orange as the new black. And pink and green preppy as the new orange. And yellow as the new prep. Last night it was a drink called "A Day at the Beach". Yummy! Got Erin to order it all night, myself of course, then the bartender made it unknowingly for Heather who liked it and then some complete, utter stranger came and saw it and had to order it for herself. So, yet again, trendsetter.

A Day at the Beach
1oz coconut rum
1/2oz amaretto
4oz orange juice
1/2oz grenadine
ice
garnish a la tropicale!

Stayed until a bit after strip-tease Brian left 'cause, well, it was a Thursday night, and both Erin & I work Fridays. Granted, I didn't go to sleep until 1a, but, at least I left after 9p and got home before 10:30p. It was an attempt, noneoftheless.

Tell Me Lies Tell Me Sweet Little Lies

2006-01-30T14:15:00.000-05:00

Ok, it wasn't a lie, but it nearly gave me a heart-attack. I was listenin' to music when I was cleaning (yes, that's NOT a lie, I'm tellin' you!) and Mr. Brightside by The Killers come on. She's like, "oh, they were at The Burren on Thursday".

Me: "No they weren't." (I wasn't there)
Kim: "Yes, it was them."

Continued on until I was really pissed off, because A) there was no way in Ach E Double Hockey Sticks that such an awesome band would play in some bar like that (never been) and B) if they were there, eff me 'cause I've been wantin' to see them for over a year.

After all that and listenin' to Kim freak out about some guy she's dating, no not dating, seeing, no we just started, no we're boyfriend/girlfriend, why hasn't he called me, text me, sent pigeon messenger yet? bologna, he finally told her what I originally said "they were a cover band". COVER BAND!

Look Ma, an entry

2006-01-30T12:23:00.000-05:00

See, I can do it. Sorry. I've been ultra busy at work, hence, no new entries. And plus, had an actual week vacation. Haven't had one of those since, probably sophmore year of high school.

The cruise was great. We have a motto: "What happens on the cruise, stays on the cruise". But, I guess I can give you a morsel...I'm the reignin' queen of tequila.

Cleaned my room this weekend. And, no, not my half-ass way. The REAL way. The way where even regular people can take notice that I have a floor in my room. And 4 walls, not just 3 and a line of boxes. It's not completely done, but I am very determined now that I made such progress. I am calculatin' that by the time it's all done, I can display all my crudola for one week before starting to pack it away so I can move again. lol...actually...what scares me, which makes me laugh, is that, I'm probably right.

Last week Erin got kicked out of The Liquor Store. So, that's #2 of the times she's been kicked out of a place with me there. This time, it was a catfight. For a pole! I was pullin' a girl off Erin by the belt. Crazy. And, Erin was excited that I was partakin' in some drinks. And, upset because I wasn't even buzzed and I had a good amount to drink. Hey, I'm Italian, German and Irish. I have alcoholic genes.

Overboard/Banana Boat

2005-12-29T15:04:00.000-05:00

My fear came true. No, not the one with the gigantic green bunnies attacking the world with laser carrots. The other one. I knew I shouldn’t be nice. And, granted, I was originally nice, but in the end, I was mean! I was evil con carne. I am the sole reason why the kid was attacked, pranked, joked upon. And now I will be stuck on a boat with him. Ugh. I knew it! I had a feeling and, because I can predict things, or maybe I just know how to read people, now I know it’s true. Damn you Keith! Damn you for tellin’ me what I already knew so now I really know.

Apparently, from what Keith has told me (and Keith was not at the Christmas party…so this is HIS side of the events of that night), he had me in a corner for like an hour talking and he was really nervous and couldn’t get the courage to ask me to dinner so he just talked about stupid things. Um, I’m pretty sure it wasn’t an hour, even adding up the two times we talked. And it wasn’t really a corner. It was near a corner…but it was NOT a corner. And, he didn’t have me. I saw him alone so I thought I’d come over and say “hi”, be nice. Unless, that was his ploy, to look completely lonely. And the second time, he was smuckered off his patooty so I figured I’d talk to him to see how he was doin’ and to make sure he didn’t get sick in Brian’s sitting room. Remind me: bein’ nice does not pay nicely. He’s right though, he did talk about stupid things, but that didn’t bother me too much.

I just don’t like bein’ in a position that someone likes me and I don’t feel the same way. It’s awkward, it’s embarrassing and havin’ to be on a boat that, although mighty big, I can’t escape from and hafta do work sponsored stuff together; it’s just weird for me. I’m an acquired taste, I’m odd. I do things my way. So, hopefully I can get some of the boys to be big brothers to me. Gawd, I hope my Pour House Boys protect me!

P.S. I decided from now on, these are the things I want for any day that giving me a present is required: Newbury Comics gift card, money, travel books (literally, to ANYWHERE, don’t care!). And very unlikely: Who tickets.

Grrr to you! And you too!

2005-12-16T14:03:00.000-05:00

Becky. Becky, Becky, Becky. I told you a month ago. I told you how to spell it several times. And I told you a month ago you had to change it. No, you didn't. So, when a few of you bug me to place my confirmation for the cruise, I put it off, 'cause although you say I don't really need my travel documents (GGRRR, I am SOOO pissed off about my birth certificate on that one), I can still confirm. Well, it took me awhile to figure out why I couldn't get past the first page. Not because I wasn't sure the name of the boat. It was because my last name is STILL WRONG!

So, I tried to write a nice note, 'cause I don't want to seem a bitch. Becky called as I finished it. I told her I was just goin' to leave her a note. I really need her to change my name on it or I can't go. She's like, "why can't you go?" Because, as the site states, my name on board MUST match my travel identification documents. It doesn't, so I would most likely not be allowed on board. She said it was ok for her sons. Well, they are tinier. I am not. Especially with how the world is now, on tippy-toes, I mos def need it to be fixed.

So, my fear came true. My birth certificate does not mention when it was done, when it was entered into the system so I can't get my passport, yet. So, I either hafta look for my transcript from high school, call and get it faxed (again) or contact the City of Waltham and get another birth certificate, which I don't have time to go to and get. And, who's to say that it would be any different, that it will have the info I need.

**UPDATE**
So, I now know what's up. The City of Waltham didn't put the file date on there and the passport agency doesn't really accept town birth certificates since they don't put them on there. I, therefore, hafta fax my information to USCerts (because anyone can obtain your birth certificate...did you know that? I did, even before this), hafta pay $37 for the thing, plus $5.50 for the USCerts fee AND because I need this ASAP, actually, I needed this a million years ago, I hafta pay a FedEx Overnight fee of $13.

Grand total for my passport: $212.50

How much money do I have this month to play around like this: $0

Here's what I wrote to my friend Erin because she and I were talkin' 'bout how this will most likely happen to me: I am, yet again, screwed up the ass. I can't get my passport because of my birth certificate. Oh great...and I just read that I may hafta do something extra because I am born out-of-wedlock. And it's $43 for the damn thing!!! I effin' hate this shit. Plus all the extra fees because I need this immediately. I can't wait 2 weeks for it. Oh, I now know. Passports don't recognize the city birth certificate. They need the certified one from the state. I had no idea there are so many different certificates and the difference.

Ugh. Ok, I'm gonna send the damn thing and head to lunch before I combust.

Brian-itis

2005-12-16T13:57:00.000-05:00

Eff me, man. I had another bike messenger come to my work (I think it's like the 4th or 5th this week!) and today's was the CUTEST one. Oy. And, uh wha, what's his name?

Brian.

Of course. I gotta start a movement that all Brian's are gawd's cutest creatures. I swear, so far (cross my fingers for this to never happen), I have not met a Brian that was not cute. And he was personable and adorable and I'm just blach. Come on, pouty face here!

Ho ho, uh oh?

2005-12-15T11:47:00.000-05:00

What would one do to constitute having only 1½ hours of sleep Monday? Well, if you are me, then that would be goin’ to the company holiday party. What can I say, your job is stuffy and boring and the people don’t know how to get down while my job and my coworkers rock. ‘Nuff said. Ok…not ‘nuff said. I’m sure you want details. Alright, let’s see what I can do for you.

At about 5p I leave my office to head downstairs to catch my ride to Lexington. Karen had to run around to do a few things first so I sat with Adam and we talked. About music clubs in Philly, eating corn chips with ketchup (uh yea, I think gross), that sorta thing. Finally we get goin’ and head towards Lexington. Me, still having not gained complete MA direction, made us head in a direction…NOT WRONG per se, just longer. What’s funny is along the way I saw this car. And I looked at it, drawn to it. And I know why. And after a few IMs, I was told I am correct. It was Megan! So, although I didn’t actually see her, I at lease sorta saw her. Cool cool…oh, anyways, back to the story.

Got to the hotel at about 6, 6:20ish. Got to the room and got ready. I wore my great grey pants with a sequin (I know! Jen and sequins? Shocker.) pink, light sweater from the Gap I picked up Sunday (after somehow bumpin’ into my roommate and Nengi on the way to the city after I left about 20 minutes after them and took a different direction…anyways…) and my black boots (so I’ll probably return those shoes I got at DSW, I need to money). Headed down to the lobby at the correct time. No one noticed that I almost fell down the stairs because I was still pretty high up the stairs that they couldn’t see or pay attention to me. So, everyone’s like, yea, Jen’s here, on time. Hey, I was, exactly on time. So we stand around for a few minutes, I say hello to this person and that, got introduced to a few people’s dates, that sorta thing.

Then the cars arrive. I ended up with Shaun, his date (who I think may work for W’s’s), Rich, and Bobby was the driver (Bobby as in Becky’s husband that works for W’s’s, not the owner Bobby). Finally got to meet Ayla. We talk on the phone basically every day but we didn’t have a face to put with the voice. Now we do. And what’s great is that we know each other now before the cruise.

The party was really nice. Because of nerves, I wasn’t very hungry but of the few things I did eat, it was really good. I wish I were a bit hungry so I could’ve eaten more. Paul was immediately on the case of getting me a drink. Mixed a few juices and I think it was vodka or rum, something of the sort and handed it over. I drank it, which was pretty good. At first, Paul was like, damn, ‘cause I was drinkin’ it pretty fast. That’s probably another good reason I should drink. Occasionally I drink my drinks pretty fast. Well, I held on to the glass for a bit, just to not drink too much. Oh yea, Karen had me drink a White Russian at the hotel. So, there, I’m up to 2 drinks.

I’m mixing, I’m mingling. Talking to Ayla, Elaine (Ayla’s mom whom I’ve met before), Becky, Karen, Rich, Jeremy, etc. etc. Becky took a survey to who wants to have one of those really fancy nights for dinner. Some of the guys were for it but for the girls, we weren’t. We girls don’t think the guys understood that it was tux, not suit and jacket. And for us girls, we didn’t want to get basically a prom dress. Eventually, somehow I got involved by Ayla saying that I had to have a shot so she picked the shot and the entire group of us got a glass, toasted a few times and drank. I’m pretty sure a few people were checking on me to see how I’d do. It was called Apples & Oranges. Decent. Then a few seconds later, I believe Paul walks up to Becky to ask if she wants a shot of Patron. “I’ll do it if Jen does it.” Uh WHAA? I turn around and was like, how the heck did I get involved? But, I said sure. And that was the moment I did my first shot of tequila. Very good. Didn’t really even need the lime but it was good. Paul was happy to see me down it pretty quick. In the beginning of the night he was tryin’ to get me to drink heavily while I was making sure he wasn’t (because of him puking all over Bobby’s car the year before).

Then Robin comes up and tells me I’m doin’ a Jager bomb. Uh, NO. I shook my head. I’m like, no Robin, no way, I’m done for tonight. So, since I know he wasn’t taken any of those as a real no, I went to the kitchen and started talking to Elaine to hideaway from Robin. So, it was like 11ish, I’m talking to a few girls and I look over and see Rich starting to close the eyes. Oh great, first one down. So, I went up to him and started talking to him, just to check up on him. He proceeded to tell me that all of W’s’s believes that I am Bobby’s (the owner) daughter. I’m like, wrong Jen, she waitresses at PH but I’m another Jen. Then, just to be a little interesting, I acted all offended that I couldn’t get this job on my own, that I had to resort to nepotism.

Karen was like, ya ready to go. Ok. Asks Brian to look into it. A few minutes later, I turn to Karen and tell her, Brian forgot. Nah, he didn’t. Uh, Karen, I know people, he forgot. Waits around a bit, comes back to me, I was right, he forgot. So, Karen, Rich & I went back to the hotel. Had to take Rich with us since he wouldn’t have lasted any more. I felt like an ass leaving ‘cause I hate to miss anything but I was planning on goin’ to work at a reasonable time. Get to the hotel, Rich has no idea where he room is so I had to go to the desk and find out. Took him to his room and left. Then I realized I didn’t grab his key so I got security to let me in. He passed out on the bed the wrong way, both arms about his head, one hand with his glasses, the other with his cell. I get him to get in bed properly and then check on him every so often.

Before leaving the party, Brian lets me know there will be some poker playing in one of the rooms. Well, I wanted to make sure Rich was ok for a bit so I stayed up. Karen got ready for bed and then started talking to me. She can be a bit, eh. But, she hasn’t really offended me yet or said shit to me, so we get along. A lot of the people don’t like her (and years ago she and my roommate met up and got into a huge fight, coinky-dink) but I put up with her ‘cause I haven’t found any real reason not to. So, we discussed how she’s glad there is now another girl to hang out with ‘cause it ends up being a boy’s crew goin’ here and there. Also discussed that some of the guys shouldn’t have brought dates or certain dates. Why? Well, For Jeremy it was ok, he’s been dating Leah for a long time and she’s been goin’ to these parties and stuff. Michael just joined management and just transferred companies so he should’ve been minglin’ and getting’ to know the PH crew but instead he was with the W’s’s crew a lot and brought someone he’s been kinda dating that’s a waitress at W’s’s. Shaun, also a W’s’s (seeing a pattern with these W’s’s people, incestuous! hehe) manager brings his date who he has only been on a few dates with and may work for W’s’s also. Shaun is a new manager also, well, new this year.

The PH crew and the W’s’s crew are very different. I get along with the PH. Could be ‘cause I eat 2 meals a day there but it’s also ‘cause they just generally get along a certain way. W’s’s stays in a small little group among each other while the PH people bumble here and there. So, anyways. Karen thinks I’m an equalizing girl…in my head while she’s saying that, I’m thinkin’, uh, I definitely will be hanging with the guys. It’s just my nature, and it’s a lot more fun. They are at least closer to my age or at least my mentality. So, she falls asleep and I get restless. I start to pace up and down the hotel wonderin’ when they are gonna get here. 2 hours later, 1:30, they finally show up. I hear Colin, Robin & Paul stumble in, tryin’ to get coolers of alcohol into there room. I pop out and say hellos. Paul mentions that Rich has his jacket and he has Rich’s. Oh really…

POP!

“I think this will come in handy”. Colin, Robin & Paul look at me. Oh, yea, so, I was bein’ nice to Rich…but you think I wouldn’t have ulterior motives? Come on! First one down and out gets picked on. It’s just a general rule. And, because he’s a W’s’s crew member, more so. They guys look to me and I’m like, “so, whatcha wanna do?”

They LOVE it. Love the fact that I have the key to Rich’s room. So, we settle all the alcohol in their room, try to figure something out. Shave? Nah, no one had a razor. Draw? I have a pink Sharpie & I got get it. Paul had Rich’s jacket so he had his license and draws all over it. Then the four of us head to the room. Case it out. Come to a decision. Although I do see a razor, they settle on putting all the hotel furniture on his bed, piled high. Anything that wouldn’t fit on the bed would be around the bed. All his clothes and stuff, except for what he was wearing (and he was wearing enough that he wouldn’t get embarrassed if he had no clothes and shoved them outside. Made sure everything was all set. Then Colin opens up a coffee filter and dumps the coffee grinds on him. I see Paul go in and out of the bathroom. Didn’t see that he put shampoo in Rich’s butt crack! Then Paul & Colin T-P the set-up. Rich moves around a bit and the boys try to run and hide but I knew he was pretty passed out so it was no biggie. We leave, grab everything in the hall and bring it back to their room. OH! Wait, did I not mention that in between them putting the stuff on the bed (probably when Paul put the shampoo, ya know) I went back to my room to grab Karen’s camera. I heard someone in the boys’ room and thinkin’ it was Robin, I go in. “Oh, it’s you, nevermind.” It was Brian, he asks what’s up. Oh, you’ll see, we’re messing around with Rich and his room. What? I smile and say I hafta go and head back to the room so we can grab a few shots before leaving.

We go back to the room and the boys are completely loving it. I get high-gives, gratitude and many mentions that I’m an honorary PH girl. They would rather give Karen to W’s’s and take me. Aww, you guys! So, it ends up being Colin, Brian (in bed together, natch), Carla (Brian’s girl), Bobby (owner; them in the other bed), Robin, Paul & I in the room. Colin was pretty chill the entire time, a few tender moments with Brian though, lol! Brian was pretty drunk. He and Paul had a few things happen. No, no, more like Paul SMACKED Brian’s ass soooo hard, he couldn’t sit down. Not only did Paul do this once, he did this twice, that hard. Brian tried to sit on Paul but ended up getting a beer bottle up his ass. Carla was definitely drunk. She reminded me a bit of myself in her slight violence mode. She head-butted Bobby in the tummy. That was fine for a bit, pretty funny. Then she head-butted him in the belly again and he went FLYING! Right off the bed, banged into the wall and onto the floor. He’s in his upper 50s or so. Besides making sure he was ok, we were all in hysterics. I thought Paul was goin’ to die from laughin’ all night. It started to hurt for him to laugh, he was laughin’ so hard.

Robin wanted everyone to have Jager & Red Bull, poured 6 glasses for the 7 of us and we all turned him down. He ended up drinking half of them and Paul had a least one, just to make Robin happy. Robin opens a bottle of water ($3.50 charge to Colin, hehe), drinks a bit and splashes a little on Paul. Then he turns to me and pours some on me. I was freezing! I didn’t see him drink all those Jagers so I grab a cup, empty. Grabbed another, empty, grabbed a third and was like, when the hell did you do this, they were sitting right next to me and I didn’t see either one of them drink them.

Eventually a few went out to smoke and Bobby never came back. Then Brian and Carla left, after a little simulation that I won’t repeat here. Paul at first was scared because, although he was happy we were all on his side, he was afraid we’d do something to him when he fell asleep. Then Paul went to grab the cot but Robin said it was cool, Jeremy had signed in for the hotel but ended up driving home with Leah so the room was open. Shouldn’t have driven but can’t do anything about it now. I went to my room.

3:30a. I was suppose to get up and leave with Karen. Woke up when Karen did at 5a. Went, eff that, ‘cause lack of sleep makes me vomit, I decided to go in with the boys. Well, I never got to fall back asleep. As soon as I felt like I was about to, I could hear Rich banging on the boys’ door. I went out ‘cause I didn’t know who it was, at first, or second ‘cause I didn’t have my glasses on, so he was telling me what they did and I was in all shocks (hehe…innocent Jen). Then he left, came back and banged again.

Originally, Robin told me when we would probably leave so after hours of not sleeping and vomiting from lack of sleep (no, not from alcohol, definitely from lack of sleep), I got up to take a shower and call the boys. Robin, always awake, had no idea and Paul wouldn’t answer the phone. Few more calls to Paul before I finally got him hours later with a response, “sooner rather than later”. Over an hour or so later, finally heard them carryin’ the coolers out to the car. Yea, time to leave. What time was that? Before 11a! Karen was tellin’ me to make sure Robin got in by 10 which I knew was bologna, he never does after those kind of nights (oh, Paul and Robin had one of those nights the night before too and this morning was worse than the previous morning).

Headed to work, talked to the boys a bit, figured out where I told Karen to go the longer way and got to work. Worked the whole entire day, oy. John had heard a few stories I had told Karen in the morning. Loved it. Left a note on the door saying “If you’re goin’ to play, you gotta pay” as in, “if you drink, ya gotta deal with the hangover”. But, no hangover for me, ever. Then, on my desk were four post-its. “L”, “U”, “S” and “H”. I asked, “How many drinks constitute a lush?” “More than one.” Now, that’s just ridiculous. Told him more details of the stories, did some work, that sorta thing.

Rest of the day, whatevers. This post is over 4 Microsoft Word pages long and no internet in the office (Verizon is here, finally, now to fix) plus been back and forth writing this and working. My throat is damn sore now. This is Wednesday. Just wanted you to know that if I don’t get to post this until tomorrow. Ok, gotta do some work. Wait for Verizon to fix the internet and two of our phone lines and then I can go to lunch. Or until Bobby comes back to go to lunch. Ah man, my throat. I don’t want to get sick agai

**just got a little talkin' to regarding the event...eek**

Last Minute Everything

2005-12-06T15:07:00.000-05:00

Got my passport started on Saturday and today I am now worried. I forgot about the notice regarding if you have a birth certificate that's from more than a year after you were born. So...I feel a bit screwed at the moment since I forgot about that and therefore did not send any other documents to help the process. I NEED this passport, ASAP.

I also need to buy summer clothes (yes...we are in the midst of the beginning of REAL WINTER in Boston), get my luggage from Erin, figure out money, get all the money from Tweedle-Ass & Tweedle-Asshole, that sorta thing. And, yes...maybe even that "what normally is heaven to me and now is dreaded since of the monetary shortage" Christmas shopping. Cough-cough, oh, excuse me, HOLIDAY SHOPPING. Must be all PC, ya know, with the "holiday tree" and all. Uh, yea! Exactly. You know what I'm sayin'.

So...since I never ask for anything for x...um, the holidays, let's pretend that I do, and that I have a taste for, well...just see for yourself...
Imagine not in denim, but all leather. Oh...yea...save up for me. It's Dooney & Bourke...uh, yeah, it's THAT EXPENSIVE. And if you buy it for yourself and flaunt it to me, F-U. 'Cause I saw it first. MONTHS ago. Before it was available. I called DIBS! DIBS!

Gator to the Ade

2005-11-28T14:19:00.000-05:00

Turkey Day was fantastic. But, since I love to gripe...

I ended up in the hospital for a few hours Friday.

NOW STOP!

I know, well, Friday was the day after Thanksgiving, which means you cooked dinner and made yourself sick. NOT TRUE. No one else got sick from the dinner. And I went to the hospital for dehydration. Ahh, lovely IV. How I missed you from 17 years ago.

And, I got a DVR!!!!

Gobble Gobble

2005-11-23T12:21:00.000-05:00

Hope one and all have a lovely Turkey Day. Please be amazed at my culinary skills as I prepare the Turkey Day spread of turkey, rolls, vegetables, gravy, etc.

Later, rather than sooner

2005-11-21T12:16:00.000-05:00

Erin & Eric are back ON! YESSSS. I am SOOO excited for them both. It’s a relief that they are together, again. Didn’t explain and no need to since they are good to go.

Ahh…Christmas bonus. Who else, as my mom would say, fall into a pile of shit and come out smelling like roses? ME! Come January 16th, I will have successfully made use of a passport I will be receiving. Ok, yea, it’s not completely outta the country BUT it’s off the main land. Ok, giving awful clues. I’m goin’ on a CRUISE! My first cruise, ever. Boat sickness? I sure as hello operator hope not. And if I don’t drink my entire group’s volume in alcohol, then I’m goin’ overboard. I’m sharing a cabin with my roommate’s best friend (mark sarcasm…HERE). So, yea, all-expenses paid cruise to the Bahamas!!! AND on of my things to-do before I die will be checked off, swim with the dolphins! I STILL need to skydive, but at least one thing is getting checked off and that’s worth something.

I’m not goin’ to get into detail about the company outing that brought forth the bonus because, well, some of it’s boring, some if it is agitating and some of it, I just don’t want to get all “hurumph” all over again. But, let’s just say “Spin the Sake” is now the most innovative game ever.

Got to see Jem a week and a half ago. She was AMAZING! Josh Kelley opened & he is really good. Definitely worth $10 to grab his cd. But Jem put on a great show. And, like I predicted, did some covers, masterfully. I'd see her again, mos def.

Don’t even get me started about coming home that night and finding half the refrigerator contents on the floor and on the counter. I’m sorry, if you are goin’ through the fridge and are worried that some no-named items may still be someone’s food, instead of leaving it on the counter & floor (we have a mouse problem, yea mouse problems) for several hours (yes, hours), you just bring it up when people are home and leave the food in the fridge. Or leave a note, but still keep the food in the fridge. I had 3 items with no names on it yesterday (more but since it was weird food, figure it was the evil M’s), I left it in the freezer and asked when an appropriate person to whom it may belong to arrived. And sure enough, 2 of the items were his. Now, he doesn’t hafta worry that his food was lying out for hours and I’m not the bitch who left it out there.

-be back later with more ramblings-

Quickie

2005-11-10T16:31:00.000-05:00

Just a quick little note to jot down some stuff and to remember that I want to discuss these points but don't have the time at this exact moment.

Sunday 11/6: Erin problema
Monday 11/7: Work outing, Christmas bonus, jackhole, control issues
Tuesday 11/8: Started to flip out but managed to control it
Wednesday 11/9: Jem, refrigerator mess and the roommates
Thursday 11/10: Heather & myspace, DMV (or RMV in MA)
Friday 11/11: off of work (Veteran's Day), Erin's party bonanza
Saturday 11/12: alive?, RI to see Matt Pond PA & Guster
Sunday 11/13: Must relax

See? These are the things at happens to me in ONE WEEK! Let alone my entire life. Wowza. Keep in touch, make a comment, call me at my new, personal phone line and be good (for once).

I did it!

2005-11-04T13:43:00.000-05:00

I am finally on the current comic of Questionable Content. Approximately 4 days & 484 comics later (yes 484!) I am current! Now, I don't completely agree with some of his rants on musical taste, but of course "to each their own". Now I need something else to fill my day. Or maybe do some actual work...humph.
Small feats, baby. Little things make me happy. I don't need no stinking hot tub like some people (My Name is Earl reference - the like one episode I actually had a chance to watch) .

My new obsession

2005-11-03T13:36:00.000-05:00

I LOVE this comic. It's awesome. And I totally get Faye. Faye is so me. And Marten is so any cute indie guy I'd like.

I am determined to get to day-of strip. I'm approximately halfway through and I just found this comic 3 days ago. So, you know what I've been doin' at work, huh?

Falling down

2005-10-31T14:58:00.000-05:00

Ok, besides the fact that my left knee might be permanately damaged (yes, you may laugh that apparently with sun glare in my eyes this morning I could not calculate the height of the curb and therefore tripped over it. You can stop laughing now. Ok, yes, it was funny, I laughed. But, it wasn't THAT funny), today is the perfect fall day. Saturday was the perfect winter day and today is the perfect fall day. A tee and a crisp jacket is all you need right now. It'll chill down later for the trick-or-treaters but for now, hopefully on my way home it won't be dark so I can take a pic of it and upload it. Aw, Boston weather can be gorgeous sometimes (and now I jinxed you all, Bostonians).

AAAGH, robots!

2005-10-31T14:57:00.000-05:00

Automated robots keep calling me today. And one had a MAJOR stutter. Jackhole, was that you?

All Hallow's Eve

2005-10-31T14:52:00.000-05:00

Today is the sacred day of the macabre. Am I dressed up? Uh, no. Will I dress up? Uh, unless someone spikes my drink tonight, no. My roommate Brian wants to be the "cool house" on the street. He wants to give away the king-size candy to the kiddies. Me? I'll wait until the bags of candies are 88cents each tomorrow. Do I know what I want to be for Halloween? Yes, but I will need some time to actually create the costume. Trust me, I better go to a Halloween party next year with this costume. If I had time to create it this year, I would've gone to the ones I was invited to this weekend and tonight.

Megan had the best idea when she went to one two weeks ago. She was "magnetic poetry". Trust me, the concept got her a few butt/boob grabs that she didn't plan accordingly for.

Coinky-dink

2005-10-31T14:50:00.000-05:00

Alright, someone annoyed Megan only once about “I win, you lose” yet they annoyed me several times. Awww, you love me more!! So, I’m thinking that maybe it’s one of Megan’s compadres that was showing me the love. Or, it was Ms. Scarlett in the billiard room with the rope.

Ok, so it could be someone I know that then annoyed Megan. But, how could that be ‘cause I don’t have her blog’s address linked to mine yet she has hers linked to me. WESSOCK…You said on both you didn’t but you are the only other link and I’m telling you, her tell-all about your winky just needs the “all set” to be published.

Walking with a ghost

2005-10-31T11:47:00.000-05:00

Takes alot to get people to let me be, huh? One weekend of "just Jen". Granted, invites were thrown at me all weekend but I just needed to get some errands done, or not done if that's the case.

Friday I got harassed! Me! Little Jen. Oy, the humanity. I guess I should be grateful that someone was taking an interest in my bowels and wanted to rip me a new asshole, but really, I don't believe that's necessary. Now, threatening my life, that was a bit too far. All the name calling and she was saying I was immature? Puh-lease. Don't f* with me, aight?

Saturday, oh, glorious Saturday. Ruined by aforementioned new butthole surgeon with an early wake-up call at first but after some time, the sun shined. Ok, not literally. Por que? Because it was the first day of snow! After lunch with Erin and some solo shopping, I was hearing rattlings of what I had told people was goin' to happen and they didn't believe me. So, finally, I decided I had to check it out. And it was beautiful. Not cold enough to hate it. Not sticking to the ground. Just slushy enough that there was the possibility to get mad at it. I even took a pretty picture while walking in it 'cause it was just too pretty.

Watch Gilmore Girls? I felt like Lorelai on the first day of snow. Please, if you have no idea what I'm writing about, watch GG, it's a damn good show.

Sunday was all about me again. Ahh...I am pretty snazzy, huh? Ended up hanging with some coworkers for a bit. Adam, your sour apple martini will surely kill me one day! And I got to talk to my Kevin, whaddup!!

Now, to sign off. HAHAHAHA. To all my friends in Philly...HAHAHAHA. Warned me. Bugged me. Scared me. And what happens? The 7 years I lived there, not one. NOT ONE! But, I leave and it starts up again. SEPTA strikes! lol

"Ich heisse superfantastisch!"

2005-10-27T15:05:00.000-04:00

Live: Franz Ferdinand
The Orpheum, Boston, MA: 15 October 2005
Story by Adam Moerder (pitchforkmedia.com)

"This theater thing feels like a special event or something," said an unusually sheepish Alex Kapranos. Indeed, the hoity-toity Orpheum was a far cry from the beer-soaked venues Franz Ferdinand played just 16 months ago, when tickets cost less than their first LP. Like nearly everything else in Boston, the Orpheum stands smack dab in the middle of American history, just 100 yards from the Freedom Trail and some lamppost Paul Revere touched. On this night, however, Boston was blessed by Glasgow's finest, who've entranced an American audience whose impressions of Scotland are shaped by Trainspotting and Groundskeeper Willie.

Miraculously, Franz managed to ascend simultaneously in both indie and mainstream circles, and the permeating euphoria in the Orpheum could tickle even the most cynical of indie snobs. Literally everyone and their moms lined up to see these guys as both 14-year old halter-top princesses and middle-aged soccer moms instantly (re)discovered their sexuality during Kapranos' suave opening croon on "Jacqueline". Even more stunning, the teeny-boppers really get these guys. Rather than living from single to single, the indoctrinated Franz Youth screamed along to the obscurer stuff only marginally less maniacally than the showstoppers. "Auf Achse", "Fallen", and "Walk Away" each received the foot-stomping sing-along treatment, further solidifying Franz's status as today's primo party band. Then there's Kapranos, the devilish Don Juan basking in his own cult of personality. The Super Awesome Fun Kapranos Machine took a little while to warm up, and between the first few songs he mawkishly engaged in such banter as "this is a song about, um, the friends you have" while stiffly rocking back and forth. About seven songs in though, "Michael" provided Kapranos with the needed kick in the pants. From there on out the drum set scaling, crowd beckoning, and geeky yet captivating punk-Riverdance choreography decorated every song, and guitarist Nick McCarthy incited a small-scale rebellion by urging fans to abandon their assigned theatre seats and flood the stage-side allies.

At times, the magnitude of Franz-mania was scary. "Take Me Out" brainwashed the crowd beyond the theater ushers' control, with awkwardly dancing fans blocking fire exits and disregarding proper theater etiquette in general. Also, I'm pretty sure some people would've dowsed themselves in gasoline and lit a match had the band not cockteased so cruelly during the drawn-out "Ich heisse superfantastisch!" outro of "Darts of Pleasure." Ditto for the dubious encore, which the band wisely kept brief to maintain momentum. In fact, the later songs demonstrated that the more adoration given to the band, the seemingly stronger they grew. "40 Ft" featured bombastic ringmaster introductions for all four band members, providing background info on the four Big Brother-style faces hanging grandiosely from four separate banners behind the set. If I still clung to my naive concert-going self, I'd probably end this review with a "And to those banners, I give a salute, to you, Franz Ferdinand!" But I'm a stoic music connoisseur now, and after the closing numbers "Outsiders" and "This Fire", I conclude: "Oh...my...gawd!!!"

Anonymous said...

2005-10-21T15:31:00.000-04:00

Oh "anonymous". How I miss your vagueness. How I miss your gloating over an unspecified prize. What will I do this weekend without your final words of encouragement?

Weekend...weekend...oh, that's right. I believe I have a party to go to. And meet up with a bevy of friends at a couple of drinking establishments. My silver-gray pants will look smashing tomorrow night. Can't wait!

Oh "anonymous," you slay me.

Get a-lei, odelay

2005-10-20T15:08:00.000-04:00

You can't beat a day that contains 20th anniversary cake, lei's, a jello-shot drunk 70-something year old who just received a Hawaiian cruise, tiny bubbles, possibly getting some (bleeps) evicted and a midget Elvis in a silver suit.

Hmmm...Barcardi party tonight? With Rock-em Sock-em Robots bigger than me? Oy to the vay.

:)

Two Different Crowds

2005-10-18T14:57:00.000-04:00

Saturday. The Orpheum Theater. Lights darken. Screams, hoots, hollers. The members of the Scottish band Franz Ferdinand cross the stage. They proceed to envelope the entire audience with the sounds of their instruments. The notes hypnotizes the crowd which begin to sway, dance, shake any groove things they have, arms pump at the air. The balcony shakes to the point where it could possibly collapse.

Monday. The Orpheum Theater. Lights darken. Screams, hoots, hollers. The members of the Seatlle-based Death Cab for Cutie cross the stage. People sit down. And continue to sit. The entire time. No head bobbing. No swaying.

Both shows' performers were top-notch. They had quality performances. So why such a different crowd reaction? Yes, the Death Cab crowd did stand to stroke the egos of the performers to receive an encore. But, as soon as they came out, they all sat down again and just listened. Did they only know one song? Is it to mainstream to actually dig the music? Is it the indie thing to do to just sit there and look numb? The Franz crowd was jumping, dancing, singing along, shaking it up. Maybe 'cause Franz was a Saturday and Death Cab was a Monday?

I really should've bought the tix for this upcoming Saturday for the Death Cab show with Stars. Oh well, have plans now anyways plus I wanted to see Broken Social Scene & Feist but not doin' that. If you go Megan, have a good time!! And tell me all about it.

The Upside to Anger

2005-10-12T16:30:00.000-04:00

Two of the best quotes from the movie that I've been wanting to post for awhile and hadn't gotten around to doing:

Lavender "Popeye" Wolfmeyer: People don't know how to love. They bite rather than kiss. They slap rather than stroke. Maybe it's because they recognize how easy it is for love to go bad, to become suddenly impossible... unworkable, an exercise of futility. So they avoid it and seek solace in angst, and fear, and aggression, which are always there and readily available. Or maybe sometimes... they just don't have all the facts.

Lavender "Popeye" Wolfmeyer: Anger and resentment can stop you in your tracks. That's what I know now. It needs nothing to burn but the air and the life that it swallows and smothers. It's real, though - the fury, even when it isn't. It can change you... turn you... mold you and shape you into something you're not. The only upside to anger, then... is the person you become. Hopefully someone that wakes up one day and realizes they're not afraid to take the journey, someone that knows that the truth is, at best, a partially told story. That anger, like growth, comes in spurts and fits, and in its wake, leaves a new chance at acceptance, and the promise of calm. Then again, what do I know? I'm only a child.

If you haven't checked out the movie, you should. It's pretty good. And me being "6 degrees of everyone", I love a cast so diverse yet I've seen lots of things each has been in and follow them for different reasons. Trust me, Felicity to MI:3? Gotta check that out.

Schedule (so far)

2005-10-11T16:25:00.000-04:00

Tuesday 10/11/05
Clean room/unpack/search for things
Gilmore Girls (MEGAN!)
Nip/Tuck
(aka chill and watch tv)

Wednesday 10/12/05
Gym
Clean room/unpack/search for things
Lost/Veronica Mars
(aka chill and watch tv)

Thursday 10/13/05
DMV (hopefully)
Plans with Lizzie

Friday 10/14/05
Gym
So far…nothing!

Saturday 10/15/05
Boston Design Center Fall Red Tag Sale
Franz Ferdinand concert

Sunday 10/16/05
The Boston Women’s Show (PAMPOSH! hopefully)
Elizabethtown

Monday 10/17/05
Work
Death Cab for Cutie concert

Phew...am I goin' to survive this? Well, tonight and tomorrow aren't so bad. Unless my buddy Megan brings the electric screwdriver which means I'll tackle a bookcase. So, then it may get ugly. And bloody. And grainy.

More Music

2005-10-07T09:45:00.000-04:00

Went ahead and bought two more cds from Newbury. I should just set up a cot there. But, since there are too many other people with cots there, I'll hafta settle with my current apartment. Went in because I thought I was gonna U2 it, but I walked out with The Postal Service & Tegan & Sara. So, now all 3 cds I bought this week are naked but I still have yet to completely tear off all it's outer coatings and listen to it. Thus, that's what I would like to do tonight. I don't need to go out every night of the weekend. And, I'm sure Ty would like to have me around all night rather than boozing it up, which, quite frankly, I don't really need to do. And I'd love to actually listen to the cds I bought. I mean, I need to memorize the new Franz songs pronto.

Spammers

2005-10-07T09:37:00.000-04:00

Please revert to the entry titled "UGH". I am getting SICK of you.

Something's Happening Here

2005-10-06T15:03:00.000-04:00

There must be something wrong with me. The last few cd purchases, I didn't RIP open the packages before getting on the bus and heading home. In fact, I'm not even opening when I get home. Or the next day! What is wrong with me? Am I that busy that I can buy a cd and not listen to it immediately? And I didn't buy more than one each time? I think I may be feverish. Feel my forehead. Is it hot?

Well, I am gonna hit Newbury Comics again 'cause, well, they had some good $9.99 cds and I didn't buy them and since I showed restraint Tuesday, today I should buy them.

Oh, you wanna know what the last cd purchases were?

Forty Licks Rolling Stones
You Can Have It So Much Better With...Franz Ferdinand (new 10/4/2005)

Anyone interested in seeing Franz Ferdinand on 10/15? I am NOT selling these to other people. I MUST go. I missed Bloc Party but I can NOT miss them.

UGH

2005-10-03T16:34:00.000-04:00

I’ve had this blog for 5 months and now I get all these spam comments and religious bull. I’ll tell ya now, STOP IT. This is not a blog for crap like that. It’s for my personal use, for my friends to find out what’s goin’ on with me and for complete strangers to get to know me, not for you to try to sell your crap. Go to Ebay. Or Craigslist. Or, best yet…take your products/ideas/etc and shove them up your…(BEEP)

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T minus 19h 38m

2005-09-30T17:21:00.000-04:00

UNTIL LIZZIE COMES HOME!! AND STAYS IN MASSACHUSETTS!!

SO EXCITEDABLE. CAN'T WAIT TO SEE HER, THAT'S WHY I HAVE THE CAPS.

OOH...

AND I DID NOT FORGET

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!!!

SEE YOU TOMORROW.

Moving on up, to the, uh…10 blocks away

2005-09-22T09:30:00.000-04:00

I, again, moved. Alright, it’s not a significant move. No flashy apartment with shiny new appliances and such. It’s like, ten blocks away from my old place.

So…I guess I could write about each roommate separately.

Here goes:

Kim: Met her for like 5 seconds when I checked out the apartment. Rob said some nice things about me to her so she was expectin’ me to be decently cool. But, so far, she thinks I’m outstandingly awesome. Hey, it happens. She and I have hung out a lot since I moved in. Shopping, watching dvds and such. I have a new theme song for her “Gonna have to face it, you’re addicted to Lost”. She’s learning that, even if I buy certain items, I still get the BEST deals. I’m telling ya, I rock, lol.

Paulo: (or as Kim would call him: Pablo) Was my downstairs neighbor. Still, technically downstairs. But, we share common areas now. Very good guy, very sarcastic, funny. He’ll be fun to live with. And will be very happy that I finally threw away my old Chinese food. I did it for you, Paulo (chest punch).

Brian: Very good kid. Cute, funny, has the same likes, can actually hold a conversation although he can be a mumbler (turn-off) but generally, he’d be the perfect guy for me…if he wasn’t my roommate! Grr. He’s got the mix of nerdom/geekdom that is now popular (Thanks Seth Cohen!) but, alas, he’s my roommate. Plus with my apparent fascination with guys named Brian, oy, I could get in trouble. So, I shall move on to some other cute guy that is not my roommate. And, in addition, now that a few people know, I probably won’t like him anymore but still be embarrassed.

Marc (and the invisible wife): gggrrr. Grrr. GRRRR. I have a list of complaints already. No, seriously, they are all typed out, waiting for a few more days until it’s decided to actually send that before the lease is signed so he can be kicked out.

“…I’m a midnight toker…”

2005-09-15T10:31:00.000-04:00

Yea…what? Another concert? Uh, yea, get over it. So, the end of the week after watching Rolling Stones, I partook (had partaken?) a Steve Miller Band concert. Got there a bit late, which is fine ‘cause not much of a fan of Bob Weir and Rat Dog. Uh, just no. So, as soon as Steve Miller got on stage, and this happened at the Stones show too, the exact moment, people lit up their…doobies…and smoked on through. I thought I was goin’ to get a contact high and that would not be good as I was the designated driver. The music was great but I had a problem with one thing, “Fly Like An Eagle”. Great song, of course. Jamming, great fun. But TWENTY MINUTES LONG? See, it was so long, I had to type out the word for the digits. I thought the song would play for so long that it would still be on during my funeral. Steve Miller was great though.

Sorry, if I wrote this like a few weeks ago after it happened, I’d have more to say. Not much to say except getting outta the parking lot was great and easy.

Please to Meet You, Won't You Guess My Name

2005-09-13T15:31:00.000-04:00

Alright! Finally, I am purposely just not doin’ some work in order to write on this thing. To update you on all things me. It’ll take awhile so be prepared for an onslaught of entries. And this is my work busy day, so you better appreciate it.

“I know, it’s only rock and roll but I like it!”

Say wha? You’ve heard that before? Well, so have I. Yea yea, on the radio, on cd, blah blah. But…what about LIVE? What about at the first concert of their tour. Bright eyed, bushy tailed? The Rolling Stones rocked. It was amazing.

Let me tell you the story the way I normally tell stories. (grabs and shakes you) HEY! No falling asleep! Gee!

I really wanted to go to this pre-Rolling Stones party at Pour House so after some convincing, I got Erin to agree to meet me there. And now she is so happy that I got her outta the house for that. We met diehard fans (like Molly and her red sparkled lipstick – I could so not pull that off, and I can pull of any look) and we got these two guys to buy us three rounds and food (they would’ve bought more but we were taking it easy. I ended up with a new record of drink consumption, 5. Yea, that’s not a lot? Well, f-you man ‘cause I am not a drinker and I just don’t care man. Keith thought the last one, the shot that he bought me would kill me. That was my first shot! Washington Apple. Tasted like juice! Backed that thing in my gullet and left for Fenway.

Concert was fabulous. Oh my gawd, it was such a wonder to see. My qualms? The stage was too big for the band. It felt like it took Mick a half hour to walk to one side and then to the other (and that’s not because of his age). That made it seem like he was disconnected from the rest of the band. When the stage slide out, they did not record and display the Stones on the big screen, so, that wasn’t good. And they didn’t project Black Eyed Peas either. A few Keith songs, eh, could’ve done without but gave me 10 minutes to sit back down and relax and cool down a bit before getting amped back up again. Fireworks: good. Sound: good. Lightshow: good. Music: classic. Didn’t play “Paint It, Black” and “Time Is On My Side”, so a bit disappointed but very happy to hear “Sympathy for the Devil” so that was a pleasure.

Found out the next morning that Keith was worried about me as well as my mom. Well, my mom’s a worry-wart, so if someone got hurt in a 1000 mile radius of where I am, she thinks it me. No matter if it’s a 40 year old guy or a dog. Keith thought that because of the Washington Apple, I got a little, uh, ya know, dumb, and climbed some rafters and fell 40’, broke both wrists and an ankle. Um…yea, I would never climb anything like that, no matter what my condition is. So, I’m fine everyone, thanx for asking. And the 20-something girl? She’s in court.

Absentee Postee

2005-09-02T16:28:00.000-04:00

There has been SEVERAL things I wanted to post up here but haven't had a chance. I don't want to forget what I want to talk about, so I'm gonna write a list here to remind me and to remind you to bug me for the info:

Rolling Stones
Steve Miller
Moving

There was more...those are the BIG ones but smaller things happened every day. Every day is a new adventure.

Oh...

Puppy-sitting
Raman (not puppy -sitting Raman though, teehee)
Bloc Party
Missing cds
Death Cab
New cds (new to me or just released...gotta get that freezepop icon, thanx for reminding me)
Raise
Beowulf

See...things happen with me. I'm it. I'm bo-jiggady.

Something Funny Happened on the Way to the Exchange

2005-08-24T16:38:00.000-04:00

VERY recent conversation (like, two minutes ago, still happenin'):

Sonia: LOL ok. You are so funny! How in the world did you live in Philly so long?

Jen: Well, first I had a few immunization shots, like they do when people go to Africa. Then apparently after that I can't remember. Someone mention lobotomy but then BLANKNESS and I was back here.

Sonia: You mean like the saber in Men In Black? I bet that’s what they did to you!
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2005-08-22T15:58:00.000-04:00

I am doin’ FANTASTIC! I would not like to jinx myself (damn, just did probably) but things with me are great. Couldn’t be better. And that’s not the fake, “Screw you, I hafta feel better about myself than you” sorta thing. Well, I haven’t had a chance to call Virgin yet (grr Jen). But, I did hear about the apartment so I really need to get into gear and pack whatever I unpacked in May.

The previous weekend I went to Ben Folds and Coldplay, consecutively. On Friday went from work right to Eric’s house. Thought I would be the last there, but I was the first. Met Eric’s NYer friends and his buddy Geno. We all headed out to Bank of American Pavilion. The line-up was Ben Lee, Ben Folds and Rufus Wainwright, also known as “The Odd Man Out Tour”. Ben Folds was great. Not enough “Five” songs for my taste but very excited to hear “1 Angry Dwarf and 200 Solemn Faces”. But…an incident arose. Oh yes, the incident. But, maybe I shouldn’t mention it, just in case there is a legal suit. Most likely not, but better be safe than sorry. Ended up goin’ to the police station but nothin’ arose from that so we went to a bar close to Erin’s and Eric’s.

Did some errands on Saturday morning before hittin’ home. Paul thought I just liked hangin’ around The Pour House. He’s screamin’ across Boylston at me to make fun of me. I’m like, “dude, I haven’t even been HOME yet!”

That night was Coldplay. Aaah, glorious Coldplay. My roommate and I met up with the group (Eric, Erin, Geno, Peggy and Michelle) at Eric’s place. We rode in style in our 8-person limo to Mansfield. Whoever thought of namin’ a concert place with all those R’s in the Boston area, tsk tsk, very funny! The concert was a blast! I have two words for Coldplay: Bloody brilliant! Everything was perfect. The music, the singing, the lights, the balloons, the teleprompter, Chris Martin running around the Tweetah Centah. Ok, that part I was a little slow on the uptake and didn’t realize ‘til 2 seconds too late that I should’ve left my seat to get the world’s best picture of Chris running. Oh wells, another time (yea right!).

So, if you’re a Coldplay fan and believe in good organizations, check out http://www.one.org/, aight? Good.

On my phone

2005-08-14T01:18:00.000-04:00

Virgin mobile is starting to charge me for just breathing in the vicinity of this thing. I still haven't heard about the apt. It's f'ing too hot to sleep. Haven't told you about last weekend. So much to tell but fingers are now stubs.

Wouldn't It Be Nice

2005-08-05T10:42:00.000-04:00

Actually, no, it wouldn't be. Ugh. Alright, I predicted that Narnia would become a film series. It make sense. The lusciousness of the scenery, the storytelling, the greediness of the Mouse House (muggles being jealous, huh?). So, that I don't mind.

I was talking to Megan last week about "Zen and The Art of Motorcyle Maintanence" and how I correlate it with "On the Road". The stream of conscious from "On the Road" is a bit easier for me to understand than "Zen's" talk about Chattanooga or whatever that word is and the old Greek philosopher Phaedras. Maybe that's a sign that my train of thought is on the same track as an alcoholic/druggie beatnik but I'm fine with that. It was once reviewed that Jack Kerouac's book was typing rather than actual writing.

Back to the point, "On the Road" is coming to the big screen courtesy of Francis Ford Coppola and the Brazilian director of "The Motorcycle Diaries". Apparently Coppola's American Zoetrope production company has owned the film rights to the book since '79 but couldn't get the script right.

"The book is inherently difficult to adapt to the screen, and we've never quite found the right combination of director and writer to do it justice until now," said Coppola, who will serve as an executive producer.

The right combination is the writing duo behind the biopic chronicling Ernesto "Che" Guevara (played by cutie Gael Garcia Benal) and the revolution. Sal Paradise, basically Kerouac, is rumored to be played by Billy Crudup (who I envision more Dean Moriarty than Sal).

Maybe it is difficult to adapt because it is not meant to be a movie? Hmm? Why is Hollywood determined to undermine the entire intention of books and writing by making everything into a movie? ---[I interrupt this blog with high priority news. "Me, Myself and The Other One" is becoming a movie. Oh wait, production is over. The film has been marketed, received critical reviews, an Oscar nomination for the lead actress and is now found at your local Blockbuster. I now let you continue with your regularly scheduled blog]---Can one enjoy a book, close the cover, put it on a shelf and admire the work and not head to the theater after the last sentence? Yes, there are some books that were turned into great movies. Some crappy books, some fantastic books. Some crappy movies, some fantastic movies.

A quote from Cameron Diaz (surprisingly) remarks that she was told Hollywood only has 14 original ideas and they have apparently been used and reproduced billions of times. I mean, look at the current film screen. Movies based on television shows (at this precise moment, "Dukes of Hazzard"). Television shows making a movie to satisfy fans (out soon, "Serenity" from the short-lived Fox show, "Firefly" and in production, "The Simpsons"). It's pure craziness. I'm sure that there are authors that have been writing their manuscripts and before the ink dries, start to write the movie adaption. It's the one reason why I can't get past the outline of my version of the "Great American Novel". Should I write the novel or just go straight to screenplay?

(yahoo.com, Metro Boston newspaper and me)
Read NPR.org to learn more about the myth and reality surrounding the inspiration for "On the Road"

Make Your Voice Heard

2005-08-04T14:25:00.000-04:00

I'm no political savant and will never say I am. I read, I inform myself but I never get a chance to fully understand all of it 'cause, well, I'm probably too lazy or just get busy with other things.

Sandra Day O'Connor has announced her retirement from the Supreme Court. Bush gets to elect a replacement and the House and Senate will be making the decision for us. Supreme Court nominee John G Roberts is not the candidate the majority of Democrats would hope for.

Let me type for you what I found in this week's Boston Phoenix that I think people should look into:

"Last week, seven Democratic female senators launched a Web site - www.democrats.senate.gov/askroberts - where anyone can submit questions for Supreme Court nominee John G. Roberts, whose confirmation hearing will behing September 6.

The senators are looking for questions that go beyond where the conservative Roberts stands on Roe v. Wade. They want inquiries into his positions on education, civil rights, and business practices.

As Senators, we believe it shouldn't only be Senators that get to ask the questions this time around, the site's message reads.

More than 10,000 questions have b een submitted since Thursday, according to the office of Maryland senator Barbara Mikulski, who spearheaded the effort."

So, get political. Know your rights. And let your opinion and questions out.

When I'm Weak You Give Me Strength

2005-08-03T12:13:00.000-04:00

So, went a tiny, microscopically cd crazy yesterday. So many finds. Two cds unfortunately were over my usual "$10 and under" rule but one is used and cheaper than if I bought it new and the other one was the one I've been waiting for.

My thoughts?

Clap Your Hands Say Yeah; s/t: First off, let me inform you that for me to like something musically, I usually need to listen to it twice. Once for an overall listen-thru and the second for actual consumption. I am only on my once-thru so I can't be all "oh my gawd this is amazing" yet. First song I was like, "what the hell did I buy myself?" and not in the good way. Some of it was decent but definately need that second listen to give a full thumbs-up or thumbs-down review. Oh, better yet, I know what should be my review indicator: freezepops! Cue clouds parting a la heaven opening and a gospal choir. "Aaaaahhhhhh". Anyways, was wrapped up into one of my magazines and listening to the music that I didn't realize my roommate was tryin' to get my attention. Sorry dude.

Moving on...

Zero 7; Simple Things: Been waiting to get this since I bought their second cd. I currently have their "Warm Sounds" from Somersault in my head. Again, first listen-thru. Got to the third song which I was very excited about 'cause it's a song I've heard before and love. Most likely from Garden State 'cause Zach Braff has excellent taste in music. Well, my phone started to ring. And it's usually right next to me but it was on the dining room table so my mind just didn't hear it/thought it was music from the cd. But, eventually, right before it hit voicemail, I realized it was my phone so I grabbed it. So, my listen-thru was cut short. Picked up from the 3rd track this morning, so far, so good. There was another song I knew off of it also, so peachy keen, jelly bean.

Death Cab for Cutie; Transatlanticism: Albeit I have listened and heard one song from a compliation disc and had been for awhile wanting to try some more (even before their OCness) and then some more from a mixed cd dubbed "Folktronica" and then to the actual cd itself. I love the concept of burning cds for people (blah blah piracy is stealing). I'm more of the "burn them for mixes" sorta person. But, I just can't get down with having an entire cd burned for me of one band and their album. I have a Beck one but I just like having the case, the booklet, the images on the disc itself. It's all marketing, packaging, etc but I like the artistic nature of the entire cd package. So, I bought myself Death Cab. I looked in it's normal hiding place but none for this title. Strange. Moved along, found other stuff and then attempted to make the cashier checkout several times before deciding to check the $9.99 rack. And there it was, one sole copy. MINE! I also found the next disc there too. Tabulated if I should buy it. I had to, it's not normally this price. I was waiting for it to become this price but holding on to the notion it just might never. I didn't think it would.

Oh, so you noticed no freezepop indication on the past few cds reviewed, well, remember, it's my first listen-thru, so BLAH. But, for Death Cab, I know it's gonna be a 4 - 4.5/5. If someone can find me a tiny pic of a freezepop, both full and half-way used, greatly appreciated. Or, I'll just do it myself.

Nada Surf; Let's Go: n/a. Have not had one listen yet. I'm sure I'll like it. I enjoyed them at the Rilo Kiley concert, although I'm not sure if they played "Popular" or I just got there a few minutes too late.

Now I'm pining for my Arcade Fire Funeral again. Must weep.

Where the Streets Have No Name

2005-08-02T13:57:00.000-04:00

So, I'm gonna do some "Eternal Sunshine on the Spotless Mind" about my weekend...

Anywho. I need to get Clap Your Hands, along with LOTS of other cds. Actually, I really need a cd tower or bookshelf or something. Yes, a bookshelf.

Been looking at apartments. I'm just ready to go, "what the hey" and just pick something so I don't hafta look any more. I'm sure I'll get along great wherever I am. And, it's only a year, so it's not THAT bad. I liked this place I looked at yesterday. About 10 blocks away from where I am now, so UHaul would be pretty cheap for me this time around. I know I will have an upset Erin on my hands 'cause she wants me in Allston (I'd like to be there too, ya know) but that could be something I save up for for next year.

I really need to save up for things like a car, vacations, pay back Drexel, things of that notion. Plus, the more money I save, the more money I can play with. To go, say SKYDIVING!

Bay-u-tea-full

2005-08-02T12:37:00.000-04:00

Hmm...I wonder how many Smoots long Boston is? Well, ya need to know Boston area history to understand that one. If not, oh wells.

So, here is a pic (not the best pic, but pretty decent I might say) of my city. Unfortunately the only day I take a stroll on the bridge is when none of the boats and sails are out. I will get one with all the white sails billowing in the wind though.

This summer has shown me a gorgeous city. My city. The city I never truly left behind.

Two Cents for Both the Things on My Mind

2005-07-29T16:43:00.000-04:00

Well, of course I have more things on my mind. But, these are the things that I am about at this precise moment.

#1: Writing
#2: Clap Your Hands

What does #1 mean? Well, a friend asked me to look over first a back cover synopsis of a story then a few paragraphs on the first chapter. I'm a critical person. I am PERFECT as an editor. I mean, one of my first real dreams for the future me. This person knows my affinity to correct people, to mold and shape things far better than they original were. This story, I'm sorry, it was just SOO hard not just point all the negative. I tried, TRIED to find the good points. But, the bad aspects of the story was just everywhere. The back cover synopsis made the female lead character sound like she's post-op. Huh? As in she just had a gender reidentification surgery. Ahhh...and that is not what the author meant to say. And the male and female leads are almost carbon copies of each other. And not even carbon copies of interesting people. There is potential but the back cover was so generic, I wouldn't even put it back on the shelf if it was in a bookstore, I'd throw it on the floor and stomp on it (and I'm the type of person that loves books in perfect condition in perfect order).

As for the first dozen or so paragraphs, as soon as I thought the author was getting somewhere, the setting was changed. Five different settings in 12 paragraphs. That's ridiculous! Reading it caused whiplash from all the relocating. Nothing was drawn out. Nothing properly described so you get a sense of where the characters are, who these characters are. And the characters on the back cover were NOT the same characters in the story. The story characters were a bit better but didn't make sense from the back cover. The author just doesn't know what he/she is doin'. It is wonderful that he/she is asking my friend for her opinion and my friend knows how my writing opinion hopefully means something. But, I hate to be critical and not have one nice word to say. I didn't even do what I normally would do 'cause I was just so aggravated by the writing. I would usually write notes for each paragraph but that would end up either having the notes longer than the actual paragraph or me actually writing the story myself.

Oy. I really, really would've love to have something in there that was good. I mean, the essence I believe the author was tryin' to get was decently good but the person just isn't a writer. I don't mean the author isn't Hemingway, Steinbeck, et al. I mean the person couldn't write a thank you card properly. Ok...yes, now I'm stretching my frustration of the writing to say mean things about this person I do not know. So, that must mean it was really a sad, pathetic attempt.

...

So...I'm moving on to #2. Over a month ago I dropped in to my local Newbury Comics store. One of my meccas. Read on a few music sites that I frequent often about this band called Clap Your Hands Say Yeah. I like their band name. Some people don't, well, blah to you. But, I like it. So, I read the reviews and they are getting awesome reviews. Like, Arcade Fire sorta reviews. I absolutely LOVE Arcade Fire with every cell in my body. I had a good feeling about them from the reviews and now I'm feeling that same feeling about Clap Your Hands. So, I went to Newbury and looked around. Thought I was goin' blind 'cause I couldn't find it (this was pre-new glasses so it was the right feeling for me). I went to go ask one of the workers and overheard someone else asking. I walked over to listen but didn't hear all of it so I went up and asked to repeat exactly what he said. He's like, ugh. Us two were like #11 and 12 that day to ask about them. Apparently only this certain website was selling it right now but he had called his distributors to get his hands on some copies. Call and we'll let you know.

Well, tix for Clap Your Hands at TT the Bears ($10) goes on sale tomorrow and I would like to go, especially if I like the music. But, I haven't heard it yet! Dilemna? Yea. So, I called up the store, listening to some weird background noise/music and found out that at 6:30 they should be receiving a shipment for about 10 copies, I should call around then. Uh, NO! I am not calling 'cause after finishes this and checking my email one last time, I'm gonna stalk Newbury Comics. Well...first I might go to a particular store in the Pru and pick up this specific gift (I'm not telling you LIZZIE! You'll find out when it arrives in FL) but after that and wafting through a few things (hint hint...nudge nudge) then I'm stalking the Newbury Comics. I LOVE that I work a block away from the original store. The ambiance, the setting, the history, the music. Aaah. Must get Clap Your Hands.

Ok, well, I'm heading out. Next week Thurs and Friday are busy busy. Will try Tuesday (Monday if no helper bee) to let you know more. If not, well, then just wait 'til next time.

So, I'm off to hopefully clap my hands to Clap Your Hands and hopefully say YEAH!

Update v2

2005-07-13T13:09:00.000-04:00

I updated the entry "The Weekend Cometh To An End" with a picture of Snow Patrol's lead singer and also the entry "Spitting Games" (which happens to be a Snow Patrol song) with a picture of the lead singer of Stars emoting.

Oh, and Megan, yes I know you already have Stars' Set Yourself on Fire but I had to buy it for myself anyways. So many cds to buy, so little room in my apartment for them. Someone remind me to buy a bigger cd storage unit.

Update

2005-07-13T10:08:00.000-04:00

Just updated "Under Pressure" entry with picture of Fenway Park from my seat.

To EP or not to EP, that is the question

2005-07-12T13:21:00.000-04:00

I'm a saver. I like to get the most out of my dollar. I stretch it out until the resistance and tension the dollar feels pulls itself back together. I want the new Arcade Fire that comes out today, but, it's an EP. I could wait and be patient and buy the full-length and it'll be cheaper. But, that doesn't get it to me now. Oy.

Oh, and here's a question. Puff of air diagnoses glaucomas? That's just ridiculous. And annoys the eyes. Although my reaction time is at an all-time high. But, still, do not like.

It looks like Saturday is racing in the lead to be "Drive-In Night". Pack your car, pack in the people, pack in the snacks and blankets and come to the drive-in. $20/car so it can be pretty cheap the more people you carpool with.

And the timing for the Party Bus has been settled. First I was told 10am by Peters and then 10:30am by Becky. It's 10:30. I'm glad I asked. But, at the same time, not glad to hear alot of warnings, all surrounding the area of puking. So, will Jen remain alcohol free during this event? Most likely since if someone pukes near me, I'm liable to do the same. And at least I will be more discreet and I don't mean doin' it in the couch and flipping the cushion over (who ever is responsible for that...ew)

Unsolved Mystery...uh...Solved

2005-07-06T11:54:00.000-04:00

We have located the bathroom cleaning culprit. Blonde, built like a frat boy, 20 years of age, goes by the name of Max.

Apparently his M.O. is to move into the apartment. Thanx Attilio for keeping people posted. I was wondering why I'm hearing these random sounds upstairs and Jon's has been making fun of me for bein' paranoid. Aha, I laugh at paranoia.

My buddy Erin swears that I am psychic. I just have a hunch. An inkling about things. I mean, who's to say how hard it is to have a feeling that someone I know or outside of the people I know would get engaged over the Fourth of July weekend. I'm sure thousands of people did. But, it's fun that someone thinks that way of me. So, Erin's little sister is now engaged. It'll be a long engagement, as the couple wishes to complete college before getting married. I think that's very smart of them. Congratulations!!

Can You Canoe, Eukanuba?

2005-07-05T16:02:00.000-04:00

Hope you all had a lovely Fourth of July. I sure did. And I have a feel-good sunburn to prove it. I'm not sure if I feel like sharing all the details today 'cause, well, I'll leave some stuff to the imagination.

All in all, it was a heck of a good weekend. Very relaxing. I had a good time swimming, had my first kayak trip (notice I did not say "my last" - that's a good thing!), made s'mores, ate meat, and meat and meat and meat and meat, watched as a collection of boys almost lost significant body parts due to the explosives in fireworks, played games, ate everyone's weight in Freezpops and just had a general kick-ass time.

I wished I had more time like everyone else but maybe next time.

Thanks Jon! Thanks Megan!

I made it home alive. And my roommate's bathroom was cleaned while we were gone. Not mine! What the hey?! Yea, for those of you in the know, think about it. Yea, gross.

Under Pressure

2005-06-30T11:25:00.000-04:00

Peer pressure is an on-going civil hardship that starts in elementary school. One thinks that it'll be over when you graduate high school or college. Nope. It continues as you become an adult. I, on the other hand, have been able to not succumb to the pressure. I work at two bars, I mean, that's basically saying that I should be a notorious alcoholic. But I am not. I don't drink. I can't even finish a damn Smirnoff Ice. I have no problems with people having a drink. It's the gluttony that gets to me.

I could go on about the gluttony but I'll get back to my point. Peer pressure does not have its hold on me. Imagine being able to receive what ever drink you want for free. You take advantage of it. I have a small Bailey's and Cream. Go to the Red Sox game and normally you grab a brew or three. Well, I was constantly handed every Budweiser product under the sun, for free and I kept passing them along to all my buddies. After the game I do succumb to a little pressure and instead of heading home, I head to The Baseball Tavern for some more free Budweisers. I hand them over to Bri and he and I gave a few away to people, telling them he won the lottery. We got some congratulations, some advice to save the money and not spend it all on beer tonight (aha!) and to buy me a nice house. From there, since I already missed all public modes of transportation, we made our way back to The Pour House for some more drinks. I continued with my water.

I finally got my comp'ed cab and made it home at 2pm withstanding all (but one) alcoholic beverages. A mass of people thought I wouldn't make it into work the next day because they assumed they were going to get me sooo blitzed. Well, besides being pretty tired, I made it to breakfast the next morning. Bek was still damning Bobby the next day (and those mojitos).

My only problem the next morning is that there were just too much chocolate in my chocolate chip pancakes. Oh, the horror! I didn't think it was possible.

So kids, remember: Be strong, be individualistic and don't give in to peer pressure. You don't get to enjoy your pancakes the next morning because your hangover is unbearable. Plus, you remember all the antics from the night before. Be wise and use other people's humilitation to your advantage. See, one night without drinks equals many days of hanging something over someone's head. Now, that's fun.

Take Me Out (Franz - good; baseball game - ya)

2005-06-28T15:43:00.000-04:00

The Wedding Crashers was hilarious. Oh, wait. How did I see it when it doesn't come to theaters until 7/15?

Well, first of all, I'm that special. And second of all, again, I'm that special. Don't you love previewing movies before they come out, for free? I sure do. And with good friends and new friends. Ahh. Isn't that the life?

So, for all of you who want to see The Wedding Crashers, it's a must. You just hafta wait 2, 2 and a half weeks, unlike me.

Erin & Hilary: enjoy the new Rob Zombie movie this Thursday, on me. For free!

Tonight, I go to my first ever professional baseball game. First ever Red Sox game. First ever Budweiser Box seats (which go for over $100 each). Again...free! Ah. I'm living the big life. What would those rappers say? Bling bling? Oy, as soon as Snoop said that on an AOL commercial, it was dead. RIP - "Bling".

I see more Bo Sox games in the future. Some I pay for, some I don't. Man, this is the way to live life. To the fullest. And be free (freedom and gratis).

Cheer! I'll drink a mojito in your honor (again...what's the magic word? Free!)
Can't beat free alcohol and food.

Now...if I come back to work and I'm still in the same clothes...well...the bad influences most likely got to me and I did something naughty.

Is There Anybody Left in Here (I Predict A Riot)

2005-06-27T12:55:00.000-04:00

Guster was phenomenal. Actually did encores. And not just those fake, cheesy "We're goin' away but it's on purpose so you can applaud, we get our egos boosted and then we come back and play two more songs we already picked for you". No, this was a real REAL encore. They had no idea what to play next because it was not planned at all. That's how sweet Guster is.

Tried to take a few days to settle down, unpack some more (yes! I'm still not unpacked), clean up and try to beat some of the heat. Saturday was just too hot to do what I planned. Plus, it's a good thing I didn't go 'cause it ended up bein' cancelled. Lucky me.

Sunday saw Batman Begins. Enjoyed the air conditioning. Angry at mine that decided to break down exactly when I had guests walk in the door whose sole purpose was to enjoy the a/c. But, I digressed (as usual). The movie was great although a key point in the plot kinda made it a little sour for me. I'm not gonna ruin it. Not gonna tell you what it is. But, just makes it alot let plausible. Ok, ok. Yeah, a person dressin' up like a bat and becomin' a super hero is unplausible to. BUT, this movie fills in the gaps so well. You really learn what brought Bruce Wayne to the edge of his well-being, his emotional curtain. That, I loved. Did it feel long at 2:30 hours? For those who have ADD, yes. For those who are used to shorter movies, yes. But, after 5 minutes of goin', "damn, when is the actual villians goin' to pop up," you realize that when they do, it's goin' to go to fast and you'll be left wantin' more. Well, it didn't go too fast. Or too slow. It went exactly how it should go. Story-tellin' was excellent and I look forward to the Batman franchise sparkage of new movies. (ya like that Erin? Eric? Yes, I enjoyed the movie...but I knew I would, I like those types of movies.)

Tonight will be a different movie experience. Different group of people goin'. Not matinee but completely free, which is doublin' the experience. Seein' a movie two weeks before it premieres is good too. The Wedding Crashers will be wicked hilarious, in my predicting opinion.

Now, onto other business I must conclude before the end of the day. So much on the mind. Need to finish scheduling the week out. Seems that I'm a wanted person. Ah, don't you just love that? Oh, and maybe revivin' CD Night again 'cause Erin, well, I got some new cds you need to check out. We'll talk tonight.

A Combination Like No Other

2005-06-22T08:42:00.000-04:00

Aaahh...Boston. The international city. Charles River and white sails. Newbury Street and Newbury Comics. Guster and the Boston Symphony. Yes, the eponymous Guster and the classical Boston Symphony are harmonizing tonight and tomorrow. And guess who's goin'...?

Guster sent me an email a few months ago. I was ecstatic. I mean, first, well, it's Guster and they rock all houses. And it's the Symphony who's 1812 Overture is what signifies Independence Day and fireworks to me.

My buddy Megan just happens to work at the Symph and I asked her to keep a look out on tickets and I'd give her the cashiola. Well, they were sold out. Sold out! The horror! What would being back in Massachusetts be without listening to the live version of Homecoming King with the same line in the actual state the song mentions?

So, reluctanly, several weeks later I finally took the Guster dates out of my scheduler in my cell phone. And then Monday happened. The 20th to be more precise. I get an email. It's from that friend Megan I've told you about. Well...somehow, some crazy person doesn't want to go to see Guster. How moronic is that person? And how lucky am I? Somebody's stupidity has again reaped benefits for me. Which leads me to tonight.

After work I'll meet Megan at The Pour House. Get some free food, waste some time and then head up Mass Ave to the Symphony to see Guster for free. Sadly, not the seats I had last Tuesday at the Pops but, who cares, it's Guster. They were walking around the halls of the, uh, hall yesterday, practicing, looking jagged and tired. Tonight they will be electric. Instrumental. Provocative. Classical. Kick-ass.

Now, go to their website, read their journal, check out some pictures and remind me that I need to go out and buy some ping-pong balls.

I gots me one of those job things (hick voice)

2005-06-16T16:31:00.000-04:00

Yessiree bob. I have worked one week at my new job. Hey, I'm there right now! Hehe. Ok, yes. Bad ethics but there is like very little for me to do and I'm all alone. So, what the hey.

The job has great benefits, perks, etc. Good pay, good people. Chef's Market wha? Exactly.

This summer's outlook (besides the weather as of lately) is bright and sunny. I have box seats to a Red Sox's game (jealous Erin?), I've been to the Symphony this week, havin' my Pajama Jammy Jam tomorrow night, hanging out with Lizzie alot who is visiting from FL, will be contacting Farah when she gets back from Pakistan, July 4th in NH, headin' to NYC at least once to see Sonia (twice to show Jon), Ben Folds/Rufus Wainright concert, next day Coldplay concert, then a few weeks later Rolling Stones at Fenway, less than a week later then Steve Miller Band...

This is just off the top of my head right now. I have alot of other things with no definate dates to plan, free concerts at the Esplanade, free movies, blah blah blah! I'm soooo excited.

Moving back to Massachusetts has been one of the best moves that I have made. If I did that at any other time, none of the great opportunities and benefits would I have received. It's like finding the exact matching blue sky puzzle piece, then the next and the next one, all in the row yet so random. Wow, I like that train of though right there.

Ok, I gotta finish up an email to a person that I just got back in contact with. One of those "I'm puttin' it on the DL that I'm better than you" "Oh really, well blah blah blah, haha, see, I'm better than you".

Yes, we're girls, we're catty like that.

Oy with the poodles already

2005-05-24T13:06:00.000-04:00

So, yea, yesterday didn't make it to the city. Mac and cheese got me. And Gilmore Girls. But, hey, whatevs. I can do that today. Again, attempt in the rain. Well, actually, it's more likely for me to get into the city today 'cause I have plans.

Tonight is CD night. I bring as many cds as I can carry to Erin's, she's gonna burn some onto her iTunes and I'll grab some of hers and we'll each get a better collection of discs to listen to. Man, I really wanna hit Newbury Comics though. Been jonesing for some new tunes. And shiny packaging. Shiny, plastic, hard to tear open, sticky, glue-ey (?) circular disc of musical arrangements. I've even been in some sorta mood where I sing, out loud, walking to the library. Although, when people walk by, I'm like Bjork, "oh so quiet".

Wow, one of the few people I have been compared to. Bjork and Ally Sheedy. Should I be flattered or insulted? Well, I guess that's better than Buttercup and Velma. Is it disturbing to be associated with having the same looks as cartoon characters? My cousin David drew me like a cartoon/comic book character once and it was awesome. Well, until it fell off my door and Rusty peed on it...um...yea, besides the point. Was I the only person that liked Scooby Doo and gang for sheer comedic performance and their mysteries or was I the only person that didn't know that each character was based on certain 70s type-models? I mean, granted, I figured Scooby and Shaggy were pot-heads (uh duh!) but Daphne and Fred swingers and Velma the token lesbian? That I found odd because I always thought Velma and Shaggy sorta had something goin' on during commercial breaks. Ya know what...let's not talk about that bologna.

Before I head out to Boston I must, must, must pack, well, do some laundry before that, figure out what cds to bring and do a "stop the rain" dance. I'm sure the Native Americans that are illegal in Boston wouldn't mind making a pit stop in Medford. Isn't that ridiculous? Some 400 year old law that somehow slipped through the cracks and never found and is totally unconstitutional is still upheld in the books and apparently an entire creed of people have been afraid to step foot in Boston? I'm sorry, that just can't be right. First off, uh duh, unconstitutional. And second, um, before the white men from England and all over Europe came, who inhabited Massachusetts but, uh, let's see, the Native Americans. It's ok for them to dine with us on that one fateful Thanksgiving many moons ago and teach us how to plant corn and fish but they aren't allowed in the city of Boston? It's ok for the white men to give them deadly diseases, butcher and kill them and trade them some glass beads for bridges but, ugh, let's not talk about it, ok?

Ok, must head to tinymixtapes.com just for fun. Get my mind off of historical wrongs of this world.

The Weekend Cometh to an End

2005-05-23T12:31:00.000-04:00

Tis Monday and all weekend activities come to an end. Ahh...relaxation...scratch that. I need a job. More applications, more resumes, more trekking the beautiful Boston landscape.

Ok, before I head out to not pahk my cah in Hahvid Yahd (just not legal, and besides, I don't own a gas guzzler), let me tell you about my weekend.

Saturday:
Tiki Room - Good food. Even got Erin to try two new dishes. Not something incredibly difficult since they were both pretty tame, but still, an achievement on her part. Bravo!

Avalon - Athlete was pretty good. I was not expecting that but what do I know. Lead singer dreamy. Accents get me every time. Snow Patrol rocked my 5'1" world. Damn tall sluttiola barged herself in front of me and two other shorties and mad me very angry. Angry to the point where I was not enjoying myself. But, I relaxed and got right back into the groove, albeit a reduced groove. They were brilliant and I promise to see them when they come back. And buy all other records of theirs, old and soon-to-be released.

Harp - First looked very slow, no one really there. Got passed the burly men in my sneakers. Score one for the comfy Skechers. Eventually met up with Shannon and Hillary. Erin and I apparently aren't TOO much fun 'cause we weren't up for drinkin' ourselves stupid. I interrupt this blog for an important announcement - FLEET WEEK! I know bring you back to your regulary scheduled blog. Oh yea. Sailors. Nice, crisp white uniforms, cute hats. Am in a few pics with our fine sailing boys. Talked to a few. I didn't really catch all their names. One was Sean but I think that's the one from Jersey. I didn't catch my dude's name, unless it was Sean. He's from Cali, very cute and whenever he was dragged away, he'd eventually find me and check up on me. Too cute. But, alas, it was brief. Did some dancing then headed to Erin's. OH! Forgot to mention I met the infamous Eric. So far, Jen's Seal of Approval will be underway. But, it was very brief but I have high hopes for him and Erin. And met Tyler. Cutest little pug around. Anyways.
Erin's: Cute apartment was really nice. Comfy sofa. I couldn't sleep right away 'cause of all the ringing from the concert and the band at Harp (who, incidently say 867-5309...infectious) so I stayed up a little later and watch some My So-Called Life. Good show, didn't get all the respect it deserved.

Sunday:
Erin's: Got some Dunkin' D's, hung out for a little then headed out. Took me forever and a day to get home. Damn Sunday bus schedule. I was very aggravated. But, I came home, read one of my books from the book fair I went to the day before (yea, apparently tryin' to write day-by-day is not working for me at this time). Decided that a nap was definately in order. Might have fallen asleep, looked at time and thought I could get ten more minutes. Half hour later woke up in a scramble to get dress and be ready to rock yet again.

Met up with Megan's cousin Marianne and friends and headed to the Avalon (deju vu?) and took in some Nada Surf (did I miss "Popular" and if so...NOOOOO!), Brunettes (folky indie groove) and Rilo Kiley. On my way home earlier in the day I found out that two of the bandmates not only dated but were child actors. One from Troop Beverly Hills and the other from Salute Your Shorts and Boy Meets World. My shortness got me a little closer but eventually, like always, I was lost in the abyss and a group of people had to wait for me. Sorries.

Went home, watch some GG Season 3 and went to bed. And now it's Monday.

Oh, I didn't mention how the job thing went. There. Happy? That's how it went. Apparently my personality is more vivid in person than through a dumb-ass computer system that cares how my teachers viewed me in high school. Um...hello? Some of the people bein' tested just had their 10 or 15 year reunion. Like they remember! Blah to you BofA. And here I leave the library soon to put my money in their bank. Sadist.

Weekend a-bounty

2005-05-20T13:00:00.000-04:00

So, at the moment back in MA. Very good, indeed. One more trek to Philly and that should be it (or at least it for Chef's Market).

Have some job interview thing tomorrow in my birthplace. Then, for a belated b-day celebration hittin' up Snow Patrol concert! Remember how I said I couldn't get tix? Well...twenty minutes later on my way home, Erin called to tell me not to get tix 'cause she got them for me! So...yea!

Sunday I have Rilo Kiley with Nada Surf, nice!

Summer I'm checking out ROLLING STONES @ FENWAY PARK!

Jealous? Huh? Huh? Yea, I thought so.

Well, if you're in Philly on July 2nd there might be a free show called Live Aid with Rolling Stones, U2, Paul McCartney, Eminem (yea, huh?). Just to let you know.

Oh. OH! Well, looks like August 26th I'll be busy too. Steve Miller Band! Erin got me Rolling Stones and I'm getting her Steve Miller. Guess I'll pay her the difference between the two tickets. Yes!! Shit man, I'm spending a lot on concerts. I best be getting a job soon.

Gotta go count my change. Oh, I didn't tell you about Monday? One word, two syllables: Ziplock

Spitting Games

2005-05-11T12:28:00.000-04:00

It looks like I might not be goin' (sob sob) to (sob sob) Snow (waaah) Patrol. Sold out! Sold out! How dare they do that when I didn't get my ticket yet. Just, just unfathomable.

Well, maybe I'll fare better with Rilo Kiley and Nada Surf. If not, then why the heck did I schedule my flights between PHL & BOS like I did?

Tonight I'm goin' to P.F. Chang's for some Chinese. Am very excited 'cause it's been a little too long without some Chinese in my belly. Hangin' out with Erin. I was TOTALLY RIGHT on the Erin/Eric relationship fiasco. People, people. I am one of the most rational people on the face of this side of the earth. I see both sides of the same coin at the same time. I am great at the advice thing. Advice columnist? Puh-lease. Uh, wait...I can get paid for that. Ka-ching.

Headin' back to the city today. Yesterday was gorgeous. I really should have taken a picture while traveling over the Charles (Chah-les). The sky, the river, the white sails of the boats. Newbury St. was lovely. Upscale South Street (if you are from Philly reading this). Boston Public Garden, beautiful like always. Swan boats are out. Go get your swan on.

My birthday was good. Went to see Astaire, Stars and Ivy (that was the play order). Let me just say that Bruce from Astaire...sooo cute! hehe. Below is a pic of Stars!

My apartment is great. Still not completely unpacked and I don't think I will completely unpack since I will be moving come September. Roommates are good. Johnathon is from France. Very nice guy. We've been a-chatting on the couch when I'm home at night and he gets back from work. Mike, is well, he seems, well, he's moving out at the end of the month. Financial reasons which would be probably solved if he nixed the alch and pot, but, hey, who am I to say anything. Not my business. Don't know if anyone is moving into his room, as of yet. Actually, it looks like almost all of us are moving out at the end of the summer. Johnathon doesn't know what he's doin' for his last two months in the States. It'd suck for him to hafta move again just for two months. The downstairs boys will be movin' also. Yes, my ENTIRE house is boys. I'm the sole girl. Should that be empowering or something?

Tomorrow I'll be back in Philly. Uh man. I have soo much to do. Today and every other day. Alright. I'm gonna head out to Boston now. See what I can accomplish in the day, head back home, pack and then head back out to Boston. Oy! hehe

Back to Massachusetts

2005-04-30T21:55:00.000-04:00

"To your golden days, where your star was shining bright" - Guster

So...after evil ex's, current shims, CM idiocy and the lot, I finally got outta Dodge. Alright. Outta PA. I'm in MA. Now...RIGHT NOW!! Operation: Rescue Jen was a success. Thank you to all the members of the squad. Each and every individual was vital in this mission and deserves the respect of our fellow comrades.

Of course...there's a catch. This wouldn't be about Jen if there wasn't just a little drama. A little, how do you say...situation not normal. I will have dual citizenship. In MA and PA. Wow, that sounds so wrong.

To all you MA people: I am here! I am available (for a limited time only). Please schedule your days now for they go fast. And, no Megan, I'm not like Ticketmaster. No surcharge! I'm in the fight against Tixmaster along with Guster. But, I do accept donations.

To all you PA people: I'll be there! I am sorta available (for a more limited amount of time). Please schedule your time with me in 5 days advance. There WILL be a surcharge and is based on whatever I feel like. Donations are not just recommended but demanded.

What is this all about? Contact me and I'll tell ya.

Or...I'll just tell you when I have more time 'cause, well, it's been an arduous day trekkin' through the Jersey Jungle, the Nefarious New York, the Constant Complainin' (and rainin' ) Connecticut and the Marvelous Massachusetts.

Ciao Chow.

Days Go By

2005-04-25T19:15:00.000-04:00

Made the decision on which apartment, got in contact with some old friends, rented the UHaul...wow...this is TOTALLY happenin'!!

After the move, the 25th birthday, some definate concerts I need to check out and any quarter-life crisis I may have, I wanna have a party. A blow-out! A "Back to Massachusetts, We Missed You/Happy 25th/Nice To Meet You, New Roomie/Congratulations On The New Job/Ahh, You're Cute & Fun, etc" party.

All the people I know, all the people I used to know and all the people that I will eventually know after the party are invited. Someone needs to get on this, pronto.

Gotta get crackin'

2005-04-22T19:09:00.000-04:00

Funniest thing I've ever seen: CLICK ON THIS LINK

Ok, that's not the funniest thing I've seen, but if Zach Braff enjoys it, so do I. hehe

So...hmm...was just gonna mention somethin' here but I'm not. It's almost too ridiculous to mention.

Here's a website you college kids would appreciate. IProcrastinate.com You must have a valid edu in order to subscribe. Grr, us workin' stiffs need one too!

I'm callin' my cutie this weekend. Yea! Oh yea!

Ok, well, I've got too much to do. Contact me. Oh, and give it up for some noodly goodness (M). Me? I'm just excited that there is a possibility of checkin' out Guster with the Boston Pops.

10 More Days

2005-04-19T08:31:00.000-04:00

Well, well, well. Seems like some people are very interested in what I hafta to say. Either by entering into my section of the computer and checking me out or by way of Google. Wow. I'm honored that you care about me so much to search me out. Thank you. I didn't realize how much you cared.

You know what? I haven't been Zen Jen sometimes when I'm on this. Many of my friends know Zen Jen and realize that under normal circumstances I don't act out against people. The only time I do is when it feels totally necessary. Retaliation. When I'm treated like a sub-human. I have done what I can. Acted civilized or just stayed in my room. When people blatently attack me when I've been good natured and reclused, when I take the time to make sure that I'm giving people a chance to feel at home even though I don't, it just feels that I'm being taken advantaged of. And that's not cool.

I am fully aware that everyone talks behind someone's back. Obviously! It's our culture's human behaviour. I will fully admit that I have said to people, "Ugh, those pants are atrocious" regarding some stranger and his/her fashion mistake. And I know people talk behind my back. Sometimes it's completely funny because I'm right there. I am within earshot. I hear the fake voices, clearly just saying things about me to see what my reaction is. Zen. My reaction is that it's completely funny. Why do you care so much about what I do? What I say? What I would say or do to you just because of what you are saying or doing to me?

Oh, hahahahahaha. Howard Stern and his talks about blogs. I know certain people are making it obvious because they want me to move out. Uh...did you get the memo? It was discussed. I'm moving out. Now, let's pretend that you have some modern decorum and act civilized. Let's just let things happen. I am moving out in 10 days. Why make it harder? Fun? Oh well. "Can't we all just get along?" Apparently, people don't want to.

To the millions of bloggers out there: I've heard that it takes a stupid person to do a blog. Well. In not defense of myself but the community of bloggers: you are not stupid. It takes a geniune human to be honest with not just themselves but to strangers. To post thoughts, feelings, etc, it takes a little bit of balls to open yourself up to others. And congratulations to all those bloggers that recently received book publishing deals because of your blogs. And those that received job offers regarding their documentation of politics, to the actors and musicians that use their blogs to sell themselves and connect to their fans, kudos for using the internet and the blog as your resource.

Some people do not understand the "inside joke" of what this entry is all about. Don't you worry yourself. Your Jen will be completely fine. Intact, strong, resilient, solid, brick. To those of you who do, can I let you know that it's just 10 more days. Then you don't hafta deal with the roommate that doesn't ask much. That just wants to use the computer to finalize her move back to the illustrious, luminous Massachusetts. That, if you took offense to everything that was said, well, what do you want me to do, pat you on the back and make you feel better? Oooh, Jen. You stopped yourself. Zen. Zen. Zen. Let's just finish the last 10 days of the sentence. It really never had to be like this. I was never planning on making it like, well, whatever this is. Whatever more retaliation you have planned for me, why bother? Why think about me more than you have to? Why process the very thought of me when you do not have a biological need to?

Me? I'm just letting some frustration out. The purpose of my blog. Come on! We can do it! We can be gracious, understanding. Take all of this in light. 10 more days and that's it. I know you want to keep in touch, that is very nice. Touching. That's the graciousness I knew you had in you. But, really, besides this blog, you think I have no life. Massachusetts is my life. My friends, my family, my man. That's my life. My environment. My surroundings. The beauty that is the city of Boston. The people, the fanaticism for the Red Sox, Patriots, the Marathon, Tea Party, Mayflower, Plymouth Rock, Sturbridge Village, Avalon, Paradise, Dick's Last Resort, Sunday dinners, accent, Newbury Comics, St. Patty's Day...I mean. Boston has SOO much to offer. Something that I want so bad. Something that you want so bad. Something that an entire community of people want so bad. Yes, and another entire community of people that do not want this. I know who you are. I know your voices. I'm sorry to you.

Please, let's be civilized and just get everything over with. I thank you in advance for all the help you offered with the move. I do believe I need more boxes. And with moving some pieces of furniture, you will be a great deal of help. Thank you for the two boxes brought home. Very helpful also. Let's be better than we have been recently. Let's be the people we know that we are. Who cares what the others says about us. What you say about each other.

I'm off. Claro es.

S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y

2005-04-15T21:18:00.000-04:00

Tomorrow is Saturday and My Megan is comin' to do me a huge favor and help me pack and we'll drive back to MA so I can check out some apts and look for a job. I am SOOO excited for her to come visit. It's been like 4 years. Ever since she met Ed, it's like she never wanted to visit again (hehe...I know that's not entirely true).

Chinese food, yum yum. English muffin pizza, yum yum. So Good Black & White cake, yum yum.

Gotta make some phone calls, put the used contraceptive back on the mouse (nastiness to the 10th power) and get some other things done to make the place look all sorts of pretty for The Megan! YEA!! I'm soo excited!!!

Wanted...dead or alive...(ok, just alive)

2005-04-13T20:11:00.000-04:00

Sooo. The past few days I've felt so wanted. After feeling so unwanted.

Ok, besides work realizin' that they are losin' their STAR employee (yea yea, I'm actually startin' to feel really bad about all the bad news I hear about Nadia doin' my job and perpetuatin' them). I'll be doin' more hours upstairs until I am completely gone. Then Chef's Market will realize how useless they are without me. And it'll be too late. Tra la la.

Many people emailin' me regarding answerin' ads for apartments. Two places that I've been really contactin' are in Medford and Allston. Allston has the pop-culture fanatic Maggy, so I would totally get along with her. Medford, on the other hand, is closer to my Megan (MEGAN!) and is $50 a month cheaper.

The phone has been ringin' as well. But, mostly 'cause I call people, they aren't there, I leave messages and they finally call back. Erin is runnin' in the Boston Marathon! She also has a group of friends that have Sunday night dinners, which I am invited to (and was plannin' on doin' one of those myself but now I don't hafta, I can just invite people over as part of that one).

Supposed to meet up with Hyunjun on Monday but couldn't. I would love to see her before I leave...but the way the schedule is lookin', I don't think that's possible.

Also like to see Chris too before I leave. But, again, that doesn't look possible. That's all my fault though. I should've tried to see him a long time ago. Hmm...maybe he'll come up one Friday or something. We'll see.

Sonia is all married and stuff. Got back from Miami. Can't wait for me to be totally in MA, although she's now in NYC.

Finally got in touch with Steffi. Yea!! My old, sweet roommate. I'd love to go visit her in Germany one day. A mos def.

Carolyn emailed me back too. I really gotta try to hang out with her more too. She's incredibly sweet and kind.

Only person that hasn't called me back the past few days is my mom. Mom? Where are you? hehe.

Even my doctor doesn't want me to go (and I don't think just for my co-payment). She said that I just seem so happier and it's sooo true. I feel so much happier. I sound so much happier. It's like I'm finally getting this one thing I've wanted for so long. Yea, so I don't exactly have an apartment (yet) or a job (yet). But, I will.

There was this diatribe I've been wantin' to spurt about the old Jen and the new Jen but, again, no time. I must call Kate about the Allston apartment right now. Cross your fingers...um...yea, um...you might want to uncross them when you want to type a comment to me. Aight?

Lads & Lassies (and I don't mean gender-bendin' rescue dogs)

2005-04-11T15:04:00.000-04:00

Apparently I didn't realize that while I've been boastin' about Snow Patrol, they are from Scotland. Another great band from Scotland to listen to is Franz Ferninand.

First, please check out Snow Patrol on tour. I best be goin' or I'll be one upset little Jenny. May 21st at the Avalon, if you are in the Boston area. Other places, check out their website.

Franz Ferninand just announced they are goin' on tour. For those Stateside, we'll just hafta wait. Those in Europe, lucky duckies.

A few entries ago, I was blazin' on and on about Canadian music. Well, I gotta give Scotland some mad props, yo! (see, I can't say that, let alone write that...I am sooo dang white). I knew I was happy for Scotland in just the Franz respective. But Snow Patrol...I gotta get me over to Scotland, now. There is another Scottish band I know I like too...which one? Or I'm I thinkin' Ireland? Yea, I'm thinkin' Ireland.

Anyways...

I think Megan and I have confirmed our schedules.
(right here I was goin' to upload the little calendar but that doesn't seem to work. Now I know why I can't upload pics online for the OC Newsreel anymore. Grrr. Well, if you need the schedule, I'll email it to ya)

Dang it, I needed to book my AirTran flight 14 days in advance, not 7 like I thought. Oh well. Let me look up other airlines. See what is the cheapest for one way. doo doo do doo. Looks like AirTran is the winner. $74. Hmm...should I use a free flight? Don't worry Megan, I have enough left over for you too.

I can't wait! I'm soo excited (have you realized that yet from all my rants?)!

Unfortunately, I hafta renew my PA license and wait a little bit to get my MA license $90! To transfer states! That's ridiculous. Plus, I need somethin' to prove residency there so I guess I'll wait a little bit. At least it's only $26 to renew. Which is what I'll do right now. See ya.

Countdown, commence!

2005-04-11T13:34:00.000-04:00

Today is April 11th. I want to be livin' in Massachusetts on May 1st. Will this happen? DAMN YES! Everyday there are pieces of papers with lists of things I need to do, things I gotta check out, repeats of items on other lists. I am tryin' to organize myself but my mind is just all a-flutter. Here, there and everywhere.

Phone card has been mondo helpful, as of lately. Been very popular. And very busy callin' people. I can't wait to be back up in New England. Gosh, I am SOOO excited.

I need an apartment. Anyone lookin' for a roommate? Anyone willin' to take a chance on me? Anyone need me to do a job? Eh. Fine. Whatever.

So...if you are in the Boston area and would like to see me, start callin', emailin', snail mailin' me now 'cause, well, I'm a hot commodity. People want to see me. I'm already makin' plans.

Oh, and if you are up for Snow Patrol, rock on! I SOOO wanna go. Other shows too, but, yea, Snow Patrol is major must-see for me.

Been A Long Time

2005-04-08T20:35:00.000-04:00

Everytime I wanted to write, I couldn't. Kept thinkin' about it. Anyways...

-George, in his usual yell-at-me-ness, told me last Saturday I was immature for listenin' to my discman at work. He said that no office listens to music. Um...then was does B101 say they are like the "it" radio station for the work office? Hmm...? Eff off, grr!

-Ed's grandfather was almost a Terri Schiavo sorta thing. But, since he's an older gentleman, he has a livin' will. It states to not give him feedin' tubes, etc. Well, eventually they gave it to him and he perked right up. So, for right now, he's doin' as well as someone his age and with his conditions can do.

-Sunday, finally gonna watch ET on MTV 'cause I keep missin' it although I wanna watch it to see sneak peeks of The O.C. and then, at the exact moment I was waitin' for, Dan, asshole from work called to ask how to get emails. Grr.

-PORK CHOP TRIFECTA! Very delicious three days. I bought buy one get one free pork chops and then was like, ooh, yea, I gotta cook these. Went to the grocery store and bought this yummy Jack Daniels marinade bag. Trust me, the pork chop trifecta might make another appearance at a dinner table near me.

-Got to see Hyunjun Monday, yea!! Checked out Drexel, went to White Dog Cafe, realized too small of a menu selection and went to Mad Mex. Yummy quesadilla. Tried the flan. FLAN! "Friends"-inspired. Birthday goo. Ok, not my birthday yet, but still fun to say GOO. Goo. Goo.

-On the way home Monday, I should've been 20 minutes early for the bus. I ended up 20 minutes late 'cause 1 minute outside my train station we stopped because we might have hit someone. After findin' out that he jumped outta the way in the nick of time, we were on our way. Danced to my hummin' of Arcade Fire while waitin' for a ride home.

-Works sucks, constant crap.

-Oh, I want to check out superchefblog.com

-Mom sent me a package of ads for work in MA. Yea! Thanx!

-Emailed 12 potential apartments. Got back some replies today. Talked to Megan. She might visit twice to help me get outta here. YEA!! Make more concrete plans tomorrow. Visit some apartments up there.

-So much to do! So much in my head that I can't even think properly. Don't even remember what I wanted to write stuff and blah blah. I'm gonna stop before my head explodes at this point. Maybe put some food in my tummy (no pork chops!). Oh, maybe I should make those apartment calls. Uh, soo much to do.

Lost

2005-04-06T19:18:00.000-04:00

Ok, I have TONS of little notes here and there that I wanted to type. In order...hmmm...not really.

EWWW!!

I just came across something. I can't even type it for you 'cause if I do, that'll make me remember it happened. So, nothin' typed, nothin' happened.

Let me go get my notes before I remember I have tons of other things I hafta do online. Don't feel bad if I wander away. It's known to happen.

Ok, I'm gettin' sidetracked. So, let me do the apartment search thing and then get back to you.

Oh! And on Lost tonight, Claire has her baby! Who's gonna die?

The Pursuit of Trivial

2005-04-02T23:05:00.000-05:00

Ok, I keep almost signin' off but afraid to have to be seen by ex-bf, Shim, and Shim friends and I just overheard Shim ask "what Spice Girl would I be" and then hear It say "Scary Spice". If you could see her, you would think that it's funny...especially 'cause it's true.

And, Ed's desktop pic is the pic I took a pic of (does that make sense?) with little thought bubbles that would scare the be-jeezus outta little children. Pathetic.

Alright. I'm gonna try to buy cds from Newbury tomorrow. I think I know what I want. Hopefully sale will still be on.

Ugh...overhearin' about the ranch flavored sunflower seed incident. Double "ugh". Didn't hear it? Well, Ed was on the computer or whatever, eatin' the seeds in bed. Shim was sleepin' next to him and he spits out the seed and plop! Right into her ear. Um, first off, why spit things in bed? And second, you knew where you were aimin'. So, yea, gross.

Ok, I really need to go. I don't like when I sound all complainy about some dumbass that I have been so over for well over a year. If that sounds like I'm typin' the complete opposite of my feelings, well, get over it 'cause that's so not true.

I leave you, again. With a reminder:

SPRING FORWARD.

Change your clocks to one hour ahead. Unless you are in those states and countries that don't believe in Daylight Savings. Then, phewy to you for not relatively losin' one hour of sleep.

Saturday morning...and who's gonna play with me (cont.)

2005-04-02T20:53:00.000-05:00

Ok, so I had to sign off to talk to my mom. Hi MOM!

Alright, so I was just about to start the story regarding my co-worker Scott. He's a miserable, heinous guy and I feel bad right now sayin' such mean things but 98% of the time, he's an asshole. No rhyme or reason, just an asshole. Can't help but be mean to everyone around him. Alright, so Atul told me a little story about Scott. A horrifyin', nasty, nightmarish story. Ugh! Ok, let me give you just a tiny bit more backstory. Scott is gay. Scott is probably miserable 'cause he doesn't get much satisfaction, if you know what I mean...duh. He's overweight and downright horrible to deal with. Enough of my bashin'. I really feel bad but these are the truths. In Philly there is a place called Delilah's. There you can see some ladies. See them in most of their "glory". Now, most guys that go, you assume they are straight. Let's keep that assumption. Scott admitted to a coworker that he goes there, sits in the parkin' lot and waits for guys to leave, all horny and liquored up. Then he takes care of some business. These poor individuals come to look at the ladies, see the tatas and the mambo jambos all dance around. They drink, they have a good time and then they are preyed on. They don't realize that they are bein' taken advantage of. They don't know that this is really happenin' and what is goin' on. Ugh! The poor gentlemen.
-Shudder-

Hmm...what else can I talk about? Oh crud. I didn't order my cds. Hmm...will the sale still be happenin' tomorrow? Eek. IDK. I don't want to go in the other room to get my bag and my debit card and such. The livin' room is bein' taken over by Ed, Shim (thank you for that new vocab word - she and him) and Shim's friends (surprisingly, ugh). Playin' my Trivial Pursuit. So, I'm in Ed's room, typin' this all up, waitin' for another call which I thought I was gettin' earlier but it was my mom. Let me clarify that I am happy that it was my mom. Hi MOM! hehehe I called her earlier and asked her to call me. Man, I gotta make a few calls tomorrow. I bought a phone card so some people will be hearin' from me. Yea!

Oh. So, as I was sayin' earlier, I ripped something outta the Philly Weekly that I thought I would share. I haven't even looked at the website yet. But, soon I will. My Megan will be very upset at one of the things on this site. If you were one of those kids that like killin' ants with a magnifyin' glass and turnin' into a psychopath (I heard that's a proven theory), then you should check out the Solar Death Ray. It focuses 112 mirrors at a target area measuring 4" across. It heats up objects to an estimate 450 degrees Fahrenheit. You can make suggestions on what you would like U of W graduate student Louis Giersch to sear but he refuses to burn "puppies or goldfish or anything like that". Good to know. Check out the pics of a melted cell phone to (AAAHHH Megan, don't read this) a roasted rubber ducky.

Sunday and Monday I have off of work. I don't know what I'm doin' Monday yet. Two options: First, I'm gonna call up Hyunjun to see how her carpel tunnel is doin'. Last Monday we were gonna meet but the carpel tunnel was bein' mean. It is kinda a good thing though 'cause it was rainy all day. My second option that Monday and this Monday is to return a set of Ralph Lauren sheets to the Franklin Mills Mall, buy a bra or two and maybe some more photo frames. I didn't do it last week 'cause of the said rain and my pajamas were very comfy.

Printed out a calender today. I don't care what I hafta do, I hafta move to Massachusetts asap. Today is April 2nd and I would like to be up there on May 1st. If anyone can get me a job, an apartment and rent me a UHaul, that would be GREATLY appreciated. I have a list of things that once I have some more online time, like if I don't meet up with Hyunjun Monday, I need to look-up and do. But please, PLEASE, I beg of you, if you read this and feeling humanitarian, help a girl out.

Alright, here's the situation if I haven't really been clear. At the current moment I have the crappiest of crap jobs. I live with my ex-fiance and his current girlfriend (it). I live in the unholiest of suburbs with no car to get around in, no real friends in the area anymore, nothin' really keepin' me here any more. Why Massachusetts? Why the Boston area? I'm originally from there, my accent comes out every so often. All my great friends are there (except the two that recently got married. Congrats Farah and Sonia! - um...not to each other though, let me clarify that). My family is there. I should make up with the rest of my estranged family sometime soon. Whole story on that.

Another reason to be up there by May is that I'm turnin' 25 soon. Megan got Stars, Ivy and Astaire tix for my b-day (or the day after. She says the concert is on Wednesday which is the 4th, the day after my b-day or in other words, my Rest in Peace Grampie's b-day). I miss the T, I miss the fact that although you can't "pahk ya cah in Haavid Yahd", it's just fun to say, along with "The Tweetah Centah foah the Pahforming Ahts".

Wow, people are right. I DO write alot.

Umm...what else? Eh...ahh... Right this moment I'm talkin' to my friend Raman online. Catchin' up. Been a long time since last we talked. He just started a new job this week, doin' IT for Mellon. He just mentioned he would like to move to NC. He has always talked about San Diego but now all of the sudden maybe NC. I told him I used to really wanna move there. Why?

J: The scenery, the peacefulness, the coastline, the hurricanes
R: hurricanes?
J: I like my weather phenoms
R: but i agree with the rest
R: id like to be within 100 miles of the coast

So, there you have it. North Carolina is the place to be. But, as you read earlier, I'm really all about the Mass. Massachusetts! Great music, great food, great people, great vibe. Sport curses vanished. Beautiful landscape.

Hehehe, toxic tomatoes. New Jersey. Blach. Another reason to leave PA, too close to NJ.

Ok, I guess I should stop with the madness of this entry. Gonna email my mom to let her know that I have a blog. Didn't tell her yet. She'll be most interested. Here, for you Ma, I'll put the thing you wanted me to put in the Newsreel. Why aren't there black people on the OC? Where's the multiculturalism? Where is the ethnic diversity that is the actual OC? They've had some Latinos but no Asians or African Americans or even Indians (India, not Native American).

YEA!! My Megan is on the phone. So I really should go.

Saturday morning...and who's gonna play with me

2005-04-02T19:58:00.000-05:00

Ok, so it's not morning anymore. But, dog-gone it, ptttp to you. It's a good song, dang-it.

So, I have stories, complaints, rants and raves from the past two days. Let me go get my ripped from the Philly Weekly piece of paper that I wrote on so I could remember some things I wanted to mention.

Alright. I'm back. Miss me? Probably not. Oh, and I'm very excited. Besides my buddy Megan, a random person read and commented on my blog. Whoohoo, I'm out there. To that cute guy (I looked at his profile and his blog so I know you are cute) , thanx! Yea!!

OK, back to me. So, I'm in bed Thursday night, sleepin'. Zzzzz... You get the idea. I wake up. You know when you just wake up for no reason in the middle of the night. So, I wake up and it's the one night that I didn't lock my bedroom door. My roommate/ex-bf is standin' in my room.

"What are you doin'?"
"hmmhms mmm mumble"
"What are you doin' in here?
"hmmhms mmm mumble I don't know"
"Get out of my room"
--exit stage right--
--look at my clock, 2:30am, okidokie--

So, yea...very odd. But, almost not odd enough for that kid. He's an alchy and probably thought it was the bathroom. I'm just glad I found no trace of what he did when he thought the computer was the toilet one night.

The next day, Friday, and I'm at my suck-ass job doin' suck-ass things and then I hear it pourin'. Strange...I'm INDOORS. I look around and it's pourin' "water" from the ceiling onto the hot bar. So, I go straight to the phone and call the owner and he didn't say much. So, I go upstairs to make it very clear that it's rainin' inside the store. I come across one of the upstairs bathrooms and it's a flood. The top of the toilet is broken off and there is water everywhere. Me, bein' my brilliant self realized that this toilet water was rainin' onto the bar. Eventually it stops, and it's cleaned up...oh wait. No. It's not really cleaned up. The owner and general manager have the employees just mop up the floor and dry off some of the plastic containers and that's it. That's it! I've warned as many co-workers as I could to let them know that they should never, ever eat from the hot bar again. I mean, it's not sanitary. Yes, I understand it wasn't like urine was really flowin' onto the bar. It was just toilet water and people can drink toilet water 'cause it's just tap water but toilets themselves are dirty, they are barely cleaned at work and the tank is never ever cleaned anywhere. Nasty. All sorts of nastyiness that can ever be conveyed in our lifetime.

Science

2005-03-31T16:15:00.000-05:00

Learned today that if you want Septa to come on time, don't sing Coldplay songs outloud at the bus stop. "Home, home, where I wanted to go" - perfect line.

Work was ho-hum. Got my pictures back from the wedding. Adrienne hung the pic of me in my Indian-inspired skirt up above her desk. Awww.

Yesterday got to see Cutie McCute Cute and meet his similarly cute friend. Ahhh...besides today's wait, the bus stop is becomin' a good place to graze out the cuties.

Man, I had all these things to type yesterday but dorkus roommate said that he and "it" were just gonna go in the room to watch a movie. Tick, tick, tick, 30 minutes later they finally started it. I really wanna to write some stuff and check out some cd selections. I'm gettin' antsy again for some new cds.

I am gettin' a slight joy outta the things comin' from Wessock regardin' my ex's current "thing". I took a pic of a picture of them (could not take an actual picture of them 'cause A) they would think I like them and B) even a disposable camera can break from ugliness.

So, anyways. Sittin' at the bus stop all alone, wonderin' if it is actually gonna come and wearin' air conditioned pants when the air is startin' to get chilly and preparin' itself for rain is not what I consider fun. And those damn last resort headphones suck. I should send all the broken ones in under warrently...as well as send in my shower radio and other things but maybe I just need a better set of earphones. And, yes, although of lately I do go through headphones like water, it's not that I treat them badly. I treat them very well, thank you. Like my books. Or dvd sets. Grrr...that Nicole ruined! RUINED! my GG sets. One we literally like a week old. I'm so well behaved with books that I have read one in a weekend and returned it to the bookstore 'cause it didn't look like I opened it at all. I'm freaky that way. Somethin' else Adrienne thinks I'm nutso for. But, I just can't help it. I'm very nice to my belongings. If I'm nice to them, they will treat me nicely.

Megan told me about the Kaiser Chiefs and I read a little critique in the Philadelphia Weekly and I think it's somethin' I should add on to the list. It's Brit-pop, like early Blur and I L..L..Love Blur.

Found a 1909 penny today. Nice!

Alright, I really, really, really want to move back to the Boston area by May. It's hard since I can't rent a UHaul or anythin' 'til I'm 25 and that's not until May 3rd but I really, really, really wanna be up there. And definately for Astaire and Stars show. But mostly 'cause I really miss my friends, miss the area, feel more tranquil there. And the Philly bullshit is just...well...bullshit.

Talkin' to Megan online now. She has fulfilled my little antsy dream in buyin' new cds. She got The Frames (live), The Stars (new) and Death Cab. Good choices, Megan!

Ok, I should go, talk to some peoples and check out online some prices for cds and dvds. Have some dvds in mind to buy myself for my b-day as well.

Back In The Day

2005-03-29T21:24:00.000-05:00

I go on a glorious weekend in MA and I come back to timewarp, 50s where registers aren't computerized. Yes, it's good not to be a slave to the digital and all but, it's so much easier. Well, actually, I was upstairs in the office most of the day, so that was sorta nice. Actually, I went straight to stress mode up there. Nadia has taken over and I can't say that I was never backed up and such but my way of course is the right way. It's the Chef's Market way. People know my way. They're used to it. I have no idea what that girl is doin' up there. I know that people are complainin' though.

Ok, I just read that Bronson Pinchot from Perfect Strangers is gonna be on the new Surreal Life. I was just thinkin' the other day how he was in Beverly Hills Cop and so funny as Balki and such. Rock on C-lister.

I'm listenin' to my babies Snow Patrol. Oh yea! Readin' some entertainment news and wonderin' if I should post up the story I started last week. Do you want it? Do ya? Well, I gotta add some stuff to the OC blog and then we'll see how much I feel like doin' on this blog.

Canadia Rox

2005-03-28T19:05:00.000-05:00

So, I am gonna tout the extraordinary level of music that Canada is producin' lately. Oh my gawd. Stars, Dears, Arcade Fire, Tegan & Sara, Broken Social Scene, just to name a few. I opened my last issue of Tracks (free from buyin' something at Tower Records) and they had like a 3 page article on Canadian music. I was like, "oh yea! They must have been listenin' to those little voices in my head talkin' to myself just talkin' about how I am really enjoyin' the music."

Take a listen if you have no clue. Radio sux right now. It has no substantial paramount in the world nowadays. It's the same old crap pushed into our ears. I can't listen to it anymore. Right now I'm all about non-radio music. The latest addition to my collection of music which I am proud to get back into (I stopped for a long time when my ghetto-land apartment was broken into and a majority of my cds were stolen, along with my Eddie Bauer bag with pins I got from my grandfather when he died, my discman, my then-bf's discman, a kitchen towel and a knife...yea...odd couplings to steal) is Arcade Fire (indie beautiful), Snow Patrol (I want to have little musical Snow Patrol babies), Rachael Yamagata (sorta sounds like Fiona Apple in some respects and Norah Jones in others) and Eisley (which I have dubbed "Pixie Lullabies").

Ok, I just was lookin' for a site that I can't remember the name of but I know starts with a "P" and I put "Indie Music" in Google and one of the listings is for SoYouWanna.com. Very cool website to learn about stuff. Didn't know they had this but here is the thing Google popped up for me, "So You Wanna Fake Being an Indie Rock Expert". Awesome.

Ooh, finally listenin' to the cd Megan mixed me this weekend. Had to use my shower radio. Bjork rocks. I've been told that I sorta resemble her. Nice!

Oh, so I didn't mention. Y100 is off the air. Philly has no "alternative" music now. Well, it really hasn't for some time. But now it's more official. You can go online for it now though. I think it is Y100rocks.com. I'll check it out a bit more later. Must learn to fake indie cred.

Ok, I'm learnin' that some of my fav music was considered underground and indie back in the day but got airtime and mainstream and as the kiddies say, sold out. The Clash sold out? Come on! I don't care that The Clash's commercial songs are songs I like. Boo to you, man. I'll "Rock the Casbah" as much as I want, ya dig?

Alright, I was readin' Alternative Press eons ago. I'm so indie. HAhaha. Sayin' that is so not indie. So...I'm just...am. Am what? Hey, stop tryin' to catagorize me into a nice little box. So uncool of you.

Ok, done. Sorry it took me a while. Back to topic. Canadian music. They are really pumpin' out some great stuff. Check out Arts & Crafts label for some good tunes.

Ooh. Ok, Tower Records is not really the coolest place to get music but the do have some good deals. Although, they did jip me outta a signed booklet. I don't forget things like that. I've been wantin' the Zutons and now they have it so you get it autographed. That's decently cool. So, let's see who their "Artists of the Month" are. Never heard of them. Aight. Newbury Comics is havin' an indie sale. But, I don't know how much it really is a sale. So, maybe this week I'll do some cd buyin'. That'll be good.

Aight. It's 4ish so I'm gonna be domesticate, pick up my Chinese food from the livin' room floor, maybe clean up my room a little, unpack from this weekend...oh, which I didn't get into. Oh well.

My final thoughts: Good luck Megan with BSO, let me know what cds you picked up, hehe and drop me a line on some good music. I'm sure I can add some more good bands to the 26+ typed up list that I want to buy.

Rain Rain Go Away

2005-03-28T18:20:00.000-05:00

The plan was to meet up in Philly with Hyunjun. But, unfortunately her carpel tunnel is killin' her so no "Jen & Hyunjun Day" like planned. Boo!

So, then I was like, ok, then I can finally return those green gingham Ralph Lauren sheets. But my pajamas felt sooo comfy that I couldn't leave them at home all by themselves.

Grrr. This cd that Megan made me I was all sorts of excitedable to listen to it and at the airport yesterday it didn't want to play. Now it doesn't wanna play again. Or eject from the computer. Out! Out! Damn spot. So, Snow Patrol it is.

I was so lucky on the plane yesterday. I was supposed to be all jam packed into my windown seat yet when the plane took off, no one. No one sat in my row. I had all sorts of leg room. Nice and cozy. But Air France was in our way at the gate so I missed my trains. Oh well. Whatcha gonna do, right?

Grrr. This is really startin' to tick me off. Why won't this contraption play my music? It has before. Give me my cd back. Give it. Stop it...give it back...I mean. I'm supposed to hit the little button and it ejects, right? I'm not that dumb. I pressed "eject", hello!

Ok. I'm gonna restart the computer. See if it likes that.

First Entry...finally

2005-03-26T14:28:00.000-05:00

YES!! I finally did it. I've been wantin' to, thinkin' about it and then...what the hey. I did it. Sooo...now you must listen to meee. aaahahahaha. Ok. We'll get more from me laterz.

Today is Lady's wedding. I'm all splangled and splazzled and such. Megan is tutoring. I'm at the Lexington Library. Afterwards we will be heading to the festivities. I am all excitedable. Many colorful pictures will be taken. Hopefully "the curse" will subside for today.

Last night was the "before the wedding" party. What it's called, IDK. I danced my little legs off, found them, reattached them and then danced more. Before that I met up with Lizzie and Louisa. Have not seen Lulubelle in a half of a millenia. Lizzie I saw in September but am always wantin' to see more of. Ok....um...not like that. I mean like, see her more. Yea, that's it.

Ok. Uh, back to business. Got into Massachusetts on Thursday. Met up with my Megan. Then Matt. Very good to see. We didn't really know each other in high school. Had one math class together. Sat on complete opposite sides on the room. But I know occassionally we conversed. More on the "hello" "hello" sorta thing.

Alright, time is expiring on the computer. So, I must go. Def more on me at another time.

J