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| Time: | 12:42 am. |
| Mood: |  calm. |
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Let me try to explain this day clearly. I'm a little tired ( I only got five hours of sleep - I've been going all day ), so it might not be so clear.
So, I was rolled out of bed at 7 AM. I got dressed real quick, finished packing, and we rolled out into the crisp morning. We found ourselves a cheerful cabby and hauled ass to Union Station. Upon arrival, we were greeted by a cabby screaming and cursing at an old man for stopping in the cab stand so he could unload his luggage. We sighed, made remarks, and trotted inside.
We got onto the train early thanks to the Red Cap service, and found seats on the right side of the train to get the morning sunlight. At 8:20 AM sharp ( I checked two cellphones and a pocket watch to confirm this ), the train started moving. I knitted for about twenty minutes, then we pulled out the laptop and watched the DVD that had been cleverly left in the cushions of dad's seat - Saturday Night Live season 1, disk 2.
Nice.
Nice.
We pulled into Penn Station at about 11:23 ( I'm in New York - did I forget to mention this? ) and hailed ourselves a cab. After a little confusion, we found our way to the hotel ( 70th Park Avenue on Park and 38th ) and were told our room wasn't ready yet. So we checked our bags and waited until 12:30 for Jacob, who was coming in from St. John's just to join us. We hailed another cab and went down Park to a pizza joint dad wanted to try, only to find out it was closed. So we ended up at Grimaldi's, which is literally under the Brooklyn Bridge. Long lines, quick service, amazing pizza and root beer ( I burned the roof of my mouth real bad on that tomato sauce ), then went to an ice cream place down the block.
We walked back to Manhattan on the Brooklyn Bridge, took many pictures, then hopped the subway to Spring St. Dad bought me a camera bag at Crumpled, and it was given to me in a bag that is basically a tote bag. So we ended up getting two for one?
Jake showed us the new fads of Pinkberry ( couldn't get in, lines too long ) and Rice to Riches, a place that only has rice pudding in at least 16 different flavors. From there, we wandered aimlessly around Spring and Greene streets, ending up in Kid Robot, UniQuo, an art gallery, Dean and Deluca, and a Verizon store that seemed to be unable to properly charge Jake's phone for him.
After all that, we went back to the hotel. Jake met his friend and I took a nice long nap, only to be woken up again at 8. We hailed another cab and went to the Roseland Ballroom in Times Square to see The Pogues in concert. And I tell you, I have never seen so many drunks in my life.
Grey was with us for the longest time. He staggered around for a while before finally ending up slouched against a wall directly in front of us, his hands woven around a pole as he slid up and down every so often. Dad and I kept taking bets on how long it'd be before he collapsed, but he surprised us by not only remaining upright the entire show, but neither vomiting nor pissing himself. He did take his belt off and unzip his pants at some point, but nothing else happened.
Stumble was there for a while too. He was mostly dancing and screaming ( "COME ON SHAAAANE! COME ON SHAAAANE!! YOU'RE A PUSSY SHAAANE!!" ), but he was doing the awkward dance of the too-far-gone that involved embarrassing hand movements and disgustingly grotesque thrusts of his hips.
Rage was here and there, as was Angry/Leather Jacket ( we gave them all nicknames ). Both of them were the mean sort of drunks, and dad suspected that they would be throwing punches before the end of the night. Tubby almost killed herself walking out of the bathroom and staggering around the ballroom, and one girl ( unnamed ) did collapse right in front of me. The old guy sitting a few seats down had his sons with him - one of them lost his shoe in the crowd.
The music was amazing, but I couldn't see much of anything on stage, so I spent the time getting to know my drunks while remaining as far away as possible. I tell ya, a lot of them almost landed on and crushed me.
We went to the Stardust Diner afterwards for showtunes and dinner, then walked up to the Minskoff Theatre and hailed a cab back to the hotel, where I am currently.
Later today, the agenda looks like Sushi Samba as a maybe, but The Lion King for definate.
'Till then, loves.
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| Time: | 12:51 am. |
| Mood: |  sleepy. |
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I went to the botanical gardens and the butterfly exhibit with the lovely Miss Caitlin, and it was glorious. I had fun - I had a lot of fun. And it was good to finally see her outside of school for... I think the first time ever? (( PS: lots of pictures on Facebook )).
Ignoring that fateful tenth grade project, from which resulted a... Hmm.
So, I've done no packing for New York nor the required washes to accomplish said packing. But, come hell, high water, or lack of preparation, we're hopping that 8:20 train up to the Big Apple for a weekend of drunk people.
Yup. St. Paddy's Day in New York.
Seeing The Pogues in concert will be awesome - I just hope that the bar isn't full of drunk morons vomiting.
But before the Pogues, I'm going to see Jake for massive amounts of distracting him from studying and hanging out in the East Village and SoHo and either copious amounts of Tex-sushi or copious amounts of pizza. Either way works for me - I'm sure whatever we don't have on Saturday we'll have on Sunday.
So far, we're seeing The Lion King ( third for me, first for dad ). I'd love to see the cousins, but I doubt they'll be coming out. All sorts of yummy sporting tournaments going on. ( I'm the only one in the family to fail at everything sporty, except archery. What the hell skipped? ) So, we'll likely eat either copious amounts of Tex-sushi or copious amounts of pizza. Whichever we don't do on Saturday with Jake.
See a pattern here?
Entertainment, food, entertainment, more food, food, entertainment, drunks in Times Square, food, food...
I'll come home squishy, for sure.
Squishyer?
I'm excited, anyway. It's been wonderful to have the days off this week that I did - the absolute plus side of not telling Giant about spring break. And now I get a trip to New York.
Woot.
I'm excited. Vacation will hopefully do me some good.
I need some good done.
And I think it's bedtime.
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Wednesday, March 12th, 2008
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| Time: | 10:50 pm. |
| Mood: |  amused. |
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So, I ended up seeing Shinae and Chris *and* Katherine. Whoreay!
Not much to report today. I pissed some guy off at work by inviting the guy behind him into my line instead of yelling "NEXT IN LINE" and letting them fight amongst themselves.
My knee hurts still, and now my elbow is acting up.
Oi.
But Super Smash Brothers Brawl is amazing, and Bonkers 15 ( especially the Hixxy and Recon disk ) is to *die* for.
Caitlin tomorrow for mindless DC wanderings, and then I go off to work on Friday and New York on Saturday! *happyhappyhappy*
Lewis Black also makes me giggly in general, kthx.
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Tuesday, March 11th, 2008
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| Time: | 2:11 am. |
| Mood: |  cheerful. | | Music: | Hixxy and Recon - Love Comes. |
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So, between picking up Super Smash Brothers Brawl and having Bonkers 15 come in, today was a rather lovely day.
Surprisingly enough, seeing as it started on such a horrible note.
But Smashing things and raving by myself to new music always seems to make the night smoother. I just have to, y'know, sleep at some point. But each song flows so easily to the other... I can't turn it off.
(( I'd consider going straight for Hixxy. Just a heads up )).
So, I keep making promises to myself to update this damn thing, and you can all see how well it's going. I've made a couple posts so far this year, which is better than I've been doing... Row's getting more attention recently, though.
Nothing really to rant about. I mean, shit's happened, but I've already whined and moaned about all that.
Tomorrow I'll hopefully see my Katherine if I don't see Shinae and Chris, since it's been... Months since I last got the chance to see her. I'm hoping we can manage some form of crappy horror movie marathon, but we'll see. Wednesday I work, and Thursday I'm taking Caitlin to the Botanical Gardens and the butterfly exhibit. It'll be good to see them both... I'm glad I didn't tell work I had this week off of class. It's relaxing to do nothing but things I want to do for once, instead of worrying about how to bend over backwards and sing which sing upside down to please the cranky bluehairs I work for.
Oi.
Giant.
How I loathe thee.
Can anyone tell this is a bullshit "I NEED TO POST MOR EOMGOGOGMOGM" post? I'm just typing as I listen to this song and giving the basic rundown of how it's been since I last posted ( over a month? Or exactly a month?
Oi.
I'll have something intelligent to comment about at some point I guess.
Until then, more of the senseless gibberish!
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Monday, February 11th, 2008
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| Time: | 4:41 pm. |
| Mood: |  chipper. | | Music: | WJ Madrigals - Detour Ahead ( in my brainz ). |
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Can't you see the detour ahead?
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Friday, October 26th, 2007
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Also: MY SISTER'S ENGAGED! ^_______^
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| Subject: | Wheee! |
| Time: | 3:50 pm. |
| Mood: |  content. | | Music: | Miracle ( Extended Mix ) - Cascada. |
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Well, since it's been ten months since an actual post and a month since I came back, I figure I'll throw something in here to make it obvious that YES, I LIVE! WEEE!
Thank you for the welcome back comments, by the way. Had I known I was missed at all I would have made more of an effort to stay. =D
Let's see... What's gone on since January?
Dad's getting better. I'd read through my posts to see if I mentioned his health issues, but everytime I do something involving LJ and Firefox the browser shuts down, so if I did here's a recap. His first kidney failed ten years ago, and his second one has apparently been failing over the previous ten years. He got into a bit of legal trouble, and the circumstances of which involved him taking a blood test. He took it and was immediately checked into the nearest hospital. In addition to renal failure he was terribly anemic; he ended up getting every drop of his blood transfused in addition to the required sugery to begin dialysis. He's been on it for... A little less than a year now, and it has taken him that long to get the required medical insurance to begin moving forwards for a kidney transplant. He's going through doctor's meetings and interviews and testing as I type, and I'm hopeful they put him high on a list somewhere so he can get new kidneys and stop having to do dialysis.
I graduated high school with honors ( from Theatre Honors Society - my grades weren't *that* good ) and, after a summer of procrastination, registered for the local community college, MC. I'm taking thirteen hours of credits there in addition to the 15-25 hours of work a week. I'm taking psychology, anthropology, Russian, ancient world history, and yoga. I just got my midterm grade for psych - an A, of course. *hee*
Let's see. Mom's still planning a move to Florida or somewhere warmer, and if she goes south I'll move in with my father in DC and continue at MC for another year. My goal is to get my associates degree in fine arts so I can easily transfer to a college without worrying about a credit not going through. I'm undecided on a major, but it's narrowed down. I'm going to either major in theatre tech and minor in photography/photojournalism, or pull a double major. I guess in the next two years I'll figure it out.
Life as a whole has been alright - good and bad, as usual. Mostly good recently, and here's hoping for it to stay that way. *knocks on wood*
OH! My cat! The drama with my cat. She developed a nasty mark under her chin which grew and bled constantly. We were worried it was cancer, so we took her in and the vet said he was pretty sure it was. She was kept overnight, but that evolved into a week. In the middle of this week we got a call telling us that her biopsy results were still not in, but that she did have diabetes. Three days later we got the call that her tests results were negative, so we were incredibly relieved. Giving her shots sucks, but I'm getting used to it. Maybe it'll help me with my needle phobia.
...I don't know what else there is to talk about. My love life is non-existant, my social life went extinct when I got a job, I'm doing alright in school, and at the moment I'm on a steady uphill slope.
And yes, I'm still a flaming lesbian, I'm still addicted to techno music, I still write in my spare time, I still can't draw to save my life, the Red Sox still suck, and rainbow is my favorite color.
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Wednesday, September 5th, 2007
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Whoa.
I'd forgotten about this thing.
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Thursday, January 11th, 2007
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Tuesday, January 9th, 2007
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Fuck you, S*T*A*G*E.
I'm going to iStage, where I'm appreciated and will be paid.
Don't promise me something then take it away last second because someone on an egotrip is bitching.
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Saturday, December 30th, 2006
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| Time: | 11:22 pm. |
| Mood: | calm. |
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Stolen from ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) animositic. Because I'm a thief like that.
Go to your Calendar and find the first entry for each month of 2006. Post the first line of it in your journal, and that's your "Year In Review."
January: Click here.
February: I need to keep my bitch-damn mouth shut.
March: I feel like screaming.
April: So, I fail at trying to think of good April Fools' jokes.
May: Am in a rather random mood right now.
June: AHMYGAWD HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAKE!11!2HWEIURFGHWQ You're part of the cool kids club now. =D
July: Happy birthday, Laura!
August: I DON'T WANNA GO INTO WOOOOOOOOOOOOORK *whinebitchmoan*
September: Dear Steve,
October: Dude.
November: Wow, talk about me fucking up.
December: I got my phone back, bitchez.
My year in review?
January: links!1!
February, March, and November: EMO
April and May: Life is decent! And random, it seems.
June and July: Birthdays!
August: Work sux.
September: Steve Irwin died
October: Amish kids died
December: Phone died
I always say I'll post up a general synopsis of my trip so I can pretend people care, but I'm feeling incredibly lazy. I have to work tomorrow, and then there's party shindigs going on. That will be fun.
Assuming cramps don't make me so sick I can barely move.
*knocks on wood*
I celebrated my coming of age by watching The Playboy Channel. Sorry, Jan, I couldn't make it out to buy porn before midnight. But I watched some legally.
...Illegally I guess, since the girl I was watching it with was 17. But that's all another story.
So my birthday this week was filled with high profile deaths, namely James Brown, Gerald Ford, and... Saddam?
Holyshit.
All of 'em in a week.
Blagh, eff this. I'm goin' to sleep.
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Wednesday, December 27th, 2006
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Thursday, December 14th, 2006
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| Time: | 7:52 pm. |
| Mood: |  angry. |
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This is the last fucking straw.
I'm transfering Giants.
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Tuesday, December 12th, 2006
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Wednesday, December 13th on TNT at 10 PM.
Christmas in Washington! Starring many peoples - moi included.
Be thur or be square.
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Sunday, December 10th, 2006
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I have a thousand emails in my inbox.
None of them spam.
And I've only used 3% of my 2,000 avaliable MB.
Thanks, Hotmail! =D
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Saturday, December 9th, 2006
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Friday, December 8th, 2006
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( I hate these things. Especially when they're kind of right. )
I've lost ten pounds! *dances*
This weekend is going to be HEEEEEEEEEELL. Christmas in Washington rehearsal is going to kind of KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILL MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and my poor voice.
But it will be totally worth it on Wednesday night, when I have to suffer through watching Taylor Hicks and Dr. Phil to see if I can catch a glimpse of my face.
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Monday, December 4th, 2006
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| Time: | 10:53 pm. |
| Mood: |  enraged. |
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Mood says it all.
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Friday, December 1st, 2006
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| Time: | 3:17 pm. |
| Mood: | content. |
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I got my phone back, bitchez.
Well, not really. I got the number back though.
So I'm back in business!
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