i ain't tellin you a secret.

i'm hot on dinosaur jr right now. things seem to be a bit complicated and busy. i guess it's just that time of year. thanks to jek and gb for picking me up and making me get coffee and listening to all of the words i had to get out. it made my day better. i'm having trouble dealing with incompetent professors. you know the drill.

amy where are you? no more urban blogging?

riding my bike is better than hot sex. better than me in my sailor suit even.

photographic evidence.

these are two of my favorite shells and seaweeds. i will post more later.

today was fun and no fun at the same time. turns out my asthma is classified as terrible not only by me, but by doctors too. i go on 2 new meds tomorrow and both suck. antibiotics and steroids. i can't wait for the yeast infection or puffy face to start!

i cut class, got dinner with emily, got drinks with emily and greg, played checkers (greg killed me), rode my scooter home, and now i'm going to bed early. maybe i'll actually get something done. don't you love when spring hits and you get "senioritis."

back

back in boston. i feel great. well right now i'm tired and still a bit sick, but i'm going to bed. i'll post pictures soon. don't you love the beach? and don't you love that i'll graduate?

how i met lucas

last night, me and chris got back to my apartment with a bunch of groceries from m2m and the blender we "borrowed" from my mom, and there was a cat out in the hall. he looked very excited to see us and ran in little circles around us, nuzzling our bags of groceries.

me: um, open the door.
chris: i can't. the cat will come in. you have to go distract it.
[i try unsuccessfully to lead the cat down the hallway]
chris: cats are smart, amy.
me: well, just let it come in. i wouldn't mind having a cat.
[chris sighs. we stand in the hallway, not sure what to do. the cat continues to nuzzle our groceries. finally, after a couple minutes, we hear a voice calling down the staircase: "kitty! kitty!" a guy comes down stairs and picks up the cat.]
guy: i'm sorry. he always does this.
me: it's okay. what's his name?
guy: it's luke. lucas. [then, addressing the cat, and rubbing its belly, playfully admonishing] lucas, you fag.
[guy heads upstairs]
guy: goodnight.
me: goodnight.
[we get into my apartment and put the groceries down]
me: did he just call his cat a fag?

urban

and while jacqueline takes care of beach blogging (via smoke signal) this week, i'll be on top of urban blogging.

i am in new york city, where i usually am.

and two nights ago i went to a poetry reading to see dave and mark doty read at kgb bar and right when i got there this dude was like "i am taking pictures of girls with good style for jane magazine" and i said yeah he could take my picture, so he took my picture and then i went down to the atm on the corner to take out money (i had no money for beer), and came back and the reading had started and i was like "oh shit" and i stood in the doorway (it was really crowded) and listened and then the photographer dude handed me a release form to sign with some questions on it (typical women's mag ridiculousness) and i filled it out really fast and here's what it looked like (except more illegible):

what's the craziest thing that has happened tonight?
dave is reading

what's in your bag?
my scarf

what music do you listen to while you're getting dressed to go out?
chris corsano

what is the most random thing you think might happen tonight?
meh

so i hand the survey back to the guy, and he starts to walk downstairs to the exit, and i try to slip quietly back into the poetry reading, but THEN i hear the photographer guy running back up the stairs and i see him motion to me so i come back out and he says "you wrote chris corsano? i'm friends with chris corsano! i went to no fun fest this weekend!" i tried to give him a high-five but he didn't seem to understand. awesome.

okay, i have work to do.

just one more thing: i found myself listening to the one iron maiden song on my ipod this morning, repeatedly, and feeling very moved by it. so, can anyone recommend any other metal jams i ought to dl (preferably funny ones). i know you're reading this, people who sort of like metal.

love,
amy

i'll be gone for the week. i hope i can kick this cold, but if not, atleast i can sun myself while i blow my nose. no internet, no phone, send smoke signals. love.

congratulations!

today, chris woke me up by saying "congratulations! congratulations!" i was really excited because i figured something great had happened to me! but it turns out he was dreaming.

i'm happy it's friday. i'm happy it's no fun fest. at least, i think i am. here's this thing i wrote about it: http://www.tinymixtapes.com/articles/2006.03.15-no_fun_fest_girlfriend.htm

yesterday at work, i wrote eleven rejection letters. the publishing world is a cold, cold world. today at work, i did not fall asleep at my desk. this is an improvement!

things that are supposed to happen this weekend:
no fun fest
palindrome party (?)
tasha's (?) party
whitney biennial

i don't think this leaves much time for grocery shopping. does anyone want to buy food for me and leave it at my apartment? chris? monen, if you're in the city? i'll cook you dinner, promise.

new bike. hurt vagina.

you are so cool.

do you ever wish someone was secretly listening to your thoughts just because they are so goddamned funny? i do, and i have tried numerous times to portray them in type but it never works out quite right. today i've been mischevious.

i feel a lot better about things in general after talking to my mom. she inevitably gave me this confidence boost that only a mom can give. it's her birthday and she really is amazing as a person and as a mom. i wish the rest of my family appreciated her as much as i do.

i just picked off the dead skin left over from a blister and i should have saved it for monen. poor girl. she got hit by a car and broke her arm. she is so tough and so cool.

the last few days of my life have been quite nice. the weather is beautiful - i wore heels. i got to see all of my favorite friends, and i feel beautiful. something has changed about my face. maybe i'm just happy.

the house is getting cleaned, i still don't have a door, but i like to know everyone else's business.

i wanna seeeeeee movies of my dreams

it's fkkn t-shirt weather.
chris noble's finally in the country.
it's practically the weekend.

ALL-RIGHT!

i wanna seeee it nowwwwwww.

I'm so excited, I just can't wait for you to come. I've been living alone and lonely far too long. When I see your face And the love that's in your eyes, You know I just can't place this feeling. I'm so excited, All my sad days will soon be over. I know you can do it, because you did it before, And I'm happy when I'm with you. I guess it's a lot to ask of you To change everything that's bad. You know I have to laugh at this feeling. There's one thing I hesitate to add - What if it turns out bad? We'll be living together, Will we be spending too much time together? I'm gonna find out just how close we really are, And if having you around is better than being alone. If I had to bet whether this works or not I'm certain That it will but still I can't forget this feeling.

2 more years?

i broke the news of the vulvitis to patrick. he is devastated. really. all day he said "wow. i really can't believe that."

for the rest of the month i am going to eat a well balanced diet. i usually do a good job, but ever since chicago, i have let myself go. the only junk food i'm allowing is pop once in awhile. i've been having stomach aches lately so i'm going to try to eat less dairy and less oil. i've been getting good exercise and have been having a lot of fun. unfortunately, i am behind in school and nervous for an exam tomorrow. i got into grad school though. i may just be in boston for another 2 years.

it was nice to be around so many ohioans this weekend. clevelanders even.

goodbye 401

tonight is the last night i sleep in my parents' house! probably the last night i sleep anywhere in manhattan, ever, because psssssssh i cannot afford that shit.

i'm pretty psyched. today i painted my new room SEA-FOAM GREEN with david boylan, PROFESSIONAL ROOM PAINTER, and then we ate burritos on the roof.

sometimes in life, we listen to liz phair, and nothing but liz phair, and we do not get sick of it, even though we know that logically we should. ladies and gentlemen: this is one of those times.

actually that's a total lie because today was the first day i listened to AND REALLY REALLY LIKED the new (uh sort of new ish) lightning bolt cd. it was good music for taking really long twisty busrides through brooklyn cos the L wasn't working.

oh man. i'm pretty excited for 24 night in new jersey. even though i don't like the tv show so much. i'm also pretty excited that my boo is coming to hang out for a while ON THURSDAY.

in conclusion, i want to make a mixtape like this:

side a: rap songs about how you should use a condom and you shouldn't do drugs.
side b: don't use a condom, just do drugs.

this weekend i:
-oped the door and it fell off its hinges.
-aquired 3 new paintings that i like a lot.
-practiced what to do if i were about to be raped (zach: ok i'm going to rape you. what do you do? me: um, run up the stairs? zach: yes. )
-drank a lot.
-slept in.
-went to coffee shops to do homework.
-ate "pasta surprise" at the spontaneous tropical party.
-giggled.

i've probably done something cool

recently, but right now i'm preoccupied with some embarrassing, dorky shit. like the three main things on my mind today have been:

1. kimya dawson,
2. serial commas,
and, 3. (check out that serial comma dude!!) coffeemakers.

fuckin shit dude, i don't know if you've tried to buy a coffeemaker recently, but these days, they make two kinds:

a) shitty $15 hamilton beach, or
b) fancy, DIGITAL $90+ braun or whatevs.

i don't want a digital coffeemaker. i really, really don't. it will be so stressful. i will have to push buttons and think about numbers in the morning. there might be high-pitched beeping. i don't want that. why would anyone want a digital coffeemaker? this is the worst idea ever.

so then, on amazon, i found a braun that cost $16, which seemed weird. also, the description seemed weird: "makes realistic sounds." do other coffeemakers make unrealistic sounds? oh. nope. okay. apparently, this is a toy coffeemaker, for children. it is safe, because it will not get hot. this also strikes me as a bad idea.

uh yeah i have to go drink wine and pack another box.

laters.

3/2/06

Hi Mom!
I wrote my rent check today. I'm fine and tired. I was up until 2 last night with seamus and arwen drinking sake, eating girlscout cookies, and trying on bathing suits. I'm so busy I may die. Leave me money so I can take him on a date.
Love,
Jacqueline