brahmsandgodiva

To all those who didn’t attend Nini's recital, I say this: HAH! We had the best time, and you missed out. An evening like this warrants a rather lengthy entry, so I will start where so many stories do: the beginning.

After getting out of work early, I go home and jump in the shower to wash off the smell of dog. Its about 2:15 by the time I get out of the shower, and I get a call from Aileen who tells me that Peter is going to pick me up in 15 minutes, so I better be ready. This was a bit of a surprise, being that I knew nothing about Peter picking me up, but I complied and raced off to get dressed. Now, I set aside an outfit the night before, so I wouldn’t have to worry about the day of. But it looked a whole lot better laid out on my bed than it did on me. So Im flipping out, trying to decide whether the dark AE jeans really didn’t go with my light blue button down, or if it just looked bad because I was emotional. I was then torn between the dark AE jeans and the Portugal-butt-pocket-hanging-off jeans. I decided to play it safe and go with the Portugal jeans. In any case, the moral of the story is that having a pathetic wardrobe is detrimental to your sanity, and that this little debate wasted 12 of my 15 remaining minutes. I run around, grabbing my wallet and camera, and stumble out the door just in time to meet Peter driving up with Aileen.

I open the door, and Peter starts to scream "GET IN THE CAR" because we were about to miss the train. I jump in the car, and Peter speeds off, hitting 65mph on a 15-20mph road. Aileen and I start to urge him on, once we realize that we could indeed miss the train. It is then that I notice a whole lot of yellow sitting in between my legs, which turns out to be my underwear, and realize that in my haste, I completely forgot to button my pants, leaving me...um...rather open and vulnerable. I address the matter at hand, and before I know it we are at the station. Get our tickets, start looking for the mob of Briarcliff kids we were expecting to meet, only to be met by Nuvia, get on the train.

I don’t remember the train ride. Moving on.

We get off at the 125th street station, leaving us with 40 minutes to buy flowers and get to MSM. I realize that we are a group of well dressed teens walking through Harlem, and in a futile attempt to blend in, I try to do the Harlem shake. Being that I dont know the Harlem shake, I just had a seizure, but I think I got the message across. Now, MSM is on 122nd street, on Broadway, which for those who don’t know, is on the other freaking side of Manhattan. So off the four of us go, in a brisk walk/occasional run/one desperate sprint, to MSM to meet our darling Nini. Harlem is a nice place, actually, no drive-bys to speak of, just a whole lot of insence, essential oils, and slabs of shea butter (You had to have been there). We still had to pick up flowers, so I had my eyes peeled for Broadway, a florist, and 50 cent. Found Broadway eventually, no 50 cent, and no florist. Not one in that whole stretch of Harlem we covered. Just a little old lady selling small, ugly bouquets of flowers out of an abandoned shopping cart. So ugly flowers in hand, we push on, and eventually get to MSM.

When we get there, we are met by a crowd of Briarcliff kids, as well as teachers. And Mrs. Hervey. No Sencen or Mrs. Sencen. Losers. We start to go up to the hall, as it is almost 4:00, when I realize that none of the teachers are following us. I rush back, and bring the straggling seniors up to the hall. I am two seconds late walking in the door (not my fault, as I saved the teachers) and find my seat next to Aileen. The recital was wonderful! Nini's "runner-up dress" (there is a whole story to that) looked stunning, and her program was, once again, amazing. Its Nini we are talking about here, on the Chamber Committee whatever thing. The kid knows her stuff. I can't describe the concert to you. It was just very well played, deeply felt, and humbling to listen to. I remember feeling very maternal, like "Thats my little up there!" type of thing, and all too soon, it was over. Side note to Nini, the Prok. was my favorite. Nini bows. Applause applause applause. She leaves. Applause applause applause. She comes back. So on and so forth. We meet her in the hallway, where she is promptly showered with cheers and flowers. She delivered her apologetic speech that we've come to expect, and then we spend at least 20 minutes taking pictures. After which, I announce that we will be holding a reception, a dinner rather, and that all are welcome. s back off, undoubtedly a little scared of the idea of dinner with us, and we are left with 13 people for dinner.

Off the 13 of us go for dinner, and we end up in Swish. Contemporary asian cuisine, very cute, very chic, very New York. We get a long table, (which was very lucky) and we proceed to order from a large selection of bubble tea. Conversation ensues, followed by ordering. I had sushi. Go figure. A friend of Nini's from the aforementioned Chamber Student Committee came with us, who was very fun, and slightly offended by my general impressions of Harlem. "We don’t all do the Harlem shake!" I don’t remember the conversation, but I do remember laughing a lot, and taking even more pictures. Food comes, everyone is happy. Food was very good. I had a 3 roll plate, cucumber, avocado, and something. VERY good sushi. VERY VERY good. More laughs, and Marissa and I slip out of the restaurant, under pretense of "calling our mommies". We run into the adjacent store, and pick up birthday candles, a lighter, and confetti. We then go back into the restaurant, and stealthily ask the manager to send a dessert over to the table after we are done. Manager-"Is it her birthday?" Me-"Um...yes!" We go back to the table, finish our meal, and the cake (white and dark chocolate mousse) is delivered, complete with birthday candle and singing waiters. Nini protests, of course, and even yells that its not her birthday. I promptly kick her under the table, and she shuts up. We order another round of bubble tea to go, pay the bill (which wasn’t as problemsome as I thought it was going to be), and leave. Dana and Nini's friend leaves (Im horrible with names), and the 11 remaining decide to walk.

Down we go, off to Riverside, to take advantage of the beautiful night. Nini insists that we all stay together, very mother hen, and I manage to slip handfuls of confetti into everyone’s hands. When we were all armed, we attacked Nini, showering her with shiny confetti that she is probably still trying to get out off her hair. After that brief, colorful, environmentally unfriendly, but satisfying moment, we proceed down Riverside, dancing and singing our hearts out. More pictures. We pass by a children’s playground, and I announce that we will be holding a candlelight vigil for those that couldn’t make it that night. So the 6 or so brave of us go to the playground, holding lit candles, while the others took pictures. Very dramatic, and pseudo artistic, to hold a candlelight vigil in an abandoned playground in the still of night. I hung upside down, while staring longingly at the candle. We extinguished the remaining candles by putting them in the snow, and then covering them all with a thin layer of snow, so we could see the soft colors of the dying flames. That is, except for this one candle, that I had to stomp on.

We finally get to the subway, pass metrocard origami on the way, and get on the train. I try to get into Nini’s pants, because she stole my camera’s batteries and put them in her pockets. Apparently it looked weird to those on the outside. When we get to Grand Central, we decide to take the 8:something train, but not before buying overpriced gellatos (sp?) (I got samosas) and a brief visit to the oyster room.

On the train, we take over a whole row of seats. Unwilling to let the night die so young, we play a rousing game of telephone. Standard telephone, dirty telephone, free association telephone, and any other types there are. We came up with some pretty random stuff, which I will not repeat, as they should never escape our lips again. We get to Pleasantville, still with energy and excitement to spare, when we say our goodbyes. After the personal and normal hugs, Peter had the bright idea to make a huddle - which quickly turned into one, giant, heaving mass of a hug. It is in that touching moment that I think to myself: “Oh my god. I just ran for 40 minutes. I must stink!” But that type of thinking is to be expected of me. I get in Peter’s car with Aileen, and Nandini, and I am driven home.

In closing - Nini is amazing. The night was amazing. The company was amazing. Amazing.

Its 2:40. Guess how long Ive been awake. 2 hours and 40 minutes. Do you know how that feels? Can you fathom the implications of a good nights sleep? I bet not. But today, I decided (once again) that I just wasnt feeling the whole

- roll out of bed at 6, jump in the shower, shave (which ladies, is not fun when youre a boy), have it hit you that its only Wednesday, get out of the shower, freeze (again not fun when your a boy), entertain the idea of jumping back in bed for five minutes, quickly dismiss that idea, pick out an outfit from a pathetic wardrobe that makes me cringe every time I think of it, deal with my sister's complaining and antics, get in my parent's car as I do not have one of my own, and then start the day - thing.

Nope. My day, thus far, has been more like a

-Wake up at 6, "Hell no!", get back to bed, explain to mother that I am any under no circumstacnes going to school, sleep, sleep, dream of something (someone?), sleep, wake up, close the curtains, sleep, wake, shower, dont shave (hah!), put on jeans (cuffed high, to the knees, Im such a g i r l), white T-shirt, strut my fat + ugly Calvin Klein jeans Ad self around the house, morning coffee, coffee encore, turn on TV, have sudden urge to be unusually productive, turn off TV, do Bio hw, eat cucumber and avacado roll mom got from Keyfood (hey, sush! I trust raw vegetables from Keyfood, not fish), continue working on Bio while eating sushi, Earl Grey tea, LiveJournal. - thing.

Not much to report on. Im just feeling extra fabulous and I wanted to share it with the world. Occasionaly updating my amazon wishlist, as that is lots of fun, and somehow keeps me from straying from my diet. I am just having the best time, talking to all you fine people, listening to my favorite composer of all time, (Beethoven, for those who unfamiliar with Prometheus), and picking at my left over wasabi/soysauce mixture. I have to find out what its called, and if I dont, Ill make up a name. Im thinking "soysabi". Being that I have so little to do today, and an uncharacteristic surge of "good-student" hormones, Im thinking of really getting ahead in Bio. Why Bio? Because thats the only class that has homework without fail, and its always the same: take notes on the next chapter. But not yet. Im still enjoying LiveJournal-ing.

I dont even know why I like doing this. Lets admit it, its very dorky and quite possibly an indicator that our lives are so pathetic, we revel in and share whatever semi-amusing thing graces our otherwise boring lives. That being said, Im still not planning on stopping anytime soon. Its a guilty pleasure, and rooted in the fact that anybody and everybody simply loves to talk about themselves. I dont necessarily think of the legions of cyber-geeks (thats you) who sit at their computers, hungrily awaiting an update on the fabulous life of Joe. Nor do I partake in this "post a comment" thing, as I rarely have anything to say. I like to check in with friends, but Im more comfortable with the idea of talking to them in person, or a friendly phone call. But all in all, LiveJournal is a wonderful thing. Thankyou, cybernerds, from whom LiveJournal came forth.

Im taking "Ways of Knowing" this semester, a philosophy course, with my s, Sam Levy and Nini. The rest of the class kind of doesnt exist, as they have nothing intellegent to say. Its actually a very fun class, and the scary thing is, I agree with Nini 90% of the time. I love Nini, but I never knew we had the same outlook on life. Interesting.

Off to bio...hookey is fun.

Its been getting harder and harder to get out of bed lately. Today, rolled out of bed at 7:40, 20 minutes before I had to be at work, giving me 10 minutes to get ready. 1 minute of which was spent on...gasp...weighing myself. I lost 2 (2.5? I dont remember) pounds, which is definitely a good thing. Im glad that Im getting this going, and Im sticking out the hard part. Because for me, the first 1-3 weeks are the hardest, and then I do it without thinking twice. Its like chemistry...the reaction graph. You start level, go through that activation energy phase, and then its all downhill. The first 1-3 are that activation hump, if I stick it through 3 weeks, Im good to go. And though its only been a week, I still feel like this could be it (dramatic, I know). I've been very good, and passing things up like bread and such isnt as hard as it usually is. So, anyways, 18 pounds to go. Actually, thats a very hazy number. Once I get in the range, I will finetune it. But enough about that...moving on.

Peter and I went to the nursery today. It was something that he wanted to do, and he wanted my company. We ordered carnivorous plants off ebay for AP Bio, and built a terrarium. But its very sparse and sad, so we set out to buy some new friends for our plants. Which is funny, because I paid for all of the Bio plants, and Peter bought stuff for himself. Funny funny kid. Actually, I only spent $20, because I charmed the pants off the lady there, and we got a lot of plants for free. What can I say...people love me! Peter and I leave and he is like "Oh my god! How did you...we got so much...you got to teach me how to do that!" I love doing that...making random friends. Not in the sketchy way, like when young teens attack pedestrians and passer-by's, arding them with personal questions and then going "will you be my friend?" - like they are funny and cool. Stupid. No, I just smile and make small talk with people, Hallmark lady, subway people, taximan, the office staff at our school (my biggest challenge, they are like stone!) and now the nursery lady. She went to plant school. How nuts is that? I wanted to ask her where she went and stuff, because she seemed to like to talk about it, but it would have been a short conversation.

Me: So what school did you go to?
Her: Applebury (made up)
Me: Oh.

So I didnt. Since I got them, Im going to name them. One is called a "ponytail" which I now dub "my little pony". There is also a "hairy maiden", which might just stand on its own. An african violet, which is open to suggestions, a bonsai juniper, and some other stuff. It was fun being with Peter, we had a lot of good laughs, and Im going to really miss him.

I am awaiting a call from Aileen. She went out to Manh. to meet with her Paris people, one of which, has a freaking brownstone in the upper east side. Im assuming brownstone, as Aileen said it was a house, and I dont know of any other kind there. But I will leave it at that, as Im sure Aileen will tell you all about it. Oh, and I think its the cute one that has the house (I've seen pictures...he is cute) - cute and with money? what? not fair! Aileen, go get him! And post pictures of him online, so all can revel in cuteness.

I haven't watched any more Will&Grace, I swear, which I am kind of proud of. Dont know why, just am.


So that was my day. Lost 2 pounds, had fun with Peter, and named a plant "my little pony". Tomorrow, Im thinking of hitting up Pleasantville, just for Joey time. Im going to wash my comforter, since I need a big machine to accommodate it, and Ill get some coffee, read a book, listen to music. Nice nice nice. But thats a maybe.

Today was a very nice day. I woke up rather late, 8:30ish, and dragged myself downstairs to watch TV. Live with Regis and Kelly (sans Regis, on vacation or something), and then I dabbled in Ellen and some other random stuff. Very satisfying, all in all, to sit on your butt and do absolutely nothing. That went on till about 10:30, when I convinced myself to eat breakfast. Milk. I then proceeded to do more nothing. Aileen called me, and we talked for a couple of hours, on something of importance, at least at the time. Then, I went on the adventure of a lifetime...BJ's.

For those of you who are painfully unaware, BJs is this huge mega-super-store selling anything and everything in bulk. Most of the people there seem very sad. Sad and lonely. Rather pathetic actually, and where else would I spend my friday off, if not in the company of sad, overly-thrifty middle age women. Honestly, its a fine store if you need a ton of something, (duh) like paper towels whatever. But when you are buying meat because you can get an entire cow for the price of a regular fillet mignon, its time to take a good look at yourself. And guess what - they added a clothing department. I tried to stay away, for my own sake, but that morbid curiosity thing got the best of me. So i found myself thumbing through random collections of fabric. And this is when I start to sound a lot like Karen, but some of the fabric made me cringe. Involuntarily, of course, because a seemingly nice older woman was thumbing through the same pile, and I didnt want to make her feel bad. So after an eternity, we got home. I unpacked a whole lot of stuff my mom seemed to think we needed. Oh, let me take this time to say that the only reason I was there, was because my mother wanted me to do the lifting. Wait...is my mom one of those sad BJ's people?

I just realized that today is my half-birthday. I don't know what that means, nor will I celebrate in any way. I just think that its nice.

I bought the third season of Will and Grace on DVD, (while at BJs...dont ask). I watched two episodes, and realized only really lonely people watch sitcoms on DVD alone. I dont want to be that person, though I think I already am. So, if anyone wants a Will & Grace party, Ive got three seasons on DVD.

I want sushi. And Indian food. But I'll talk about sushi first. I've decided that I want a Green Dragon, Pink Dragon, and Red Dragon. They all look so good! UGH. But its bad, because Im on a diet, (which Ill get to later) and I am also supposed to be saving my money...and thats 30 dollars on lunch. Actually, three rolls is a lot of food, and more than a lunch, but 30 dollars none the less. Indian food: my absolute favorite...and I had to turn it down...twice. First with my mother, who has a gift certificate to Malabar, and the second with Aileen and the s, as they are going out for a s night out. And though I am dying to, I cant - diet.

I've been very reluctant to post this on my journal, because then its all eyes on me. If I fail, its worse because everyone knows. But on the other hand, it could keep me on track. But here it is, out there in cyber space for all to see. I will not divulge into real numbers here, but I will tell you that I am out to lose 20 pounds. To do this, I am on 1000 cals a day, enough to lose weight, but without slipping into that dangerous "starvation mode". Also, I am burning at least 250 cals a day. It used to be 500, but I kept running out of time, so its officially 250 minimum, but going for 500. I have stuck to it for a week now (stay strong sister!) and tomorrow is the fateful first weigh in. Im debating whether or not to actually keep you update you guys on how this is going. Time will only tell.

Oh. On that note, I bought a really cute pair of jeans online today. But the thing is, they are small. Like...20 pounds small. Get where Im going with this? Its motivation...because they are really cute jeans.

Also, I've decided that I am going to buy my ipod as soon as I get the money. No point in waiting...I deserve it. I've also decided on the 40MG... 20 extra mg's is so worth $100. But, I had about 250 together, just from paychecks to be cashed/deposited. Also, please realize, I do have money, its just devoted to college, so I dont want to take my college money out for an ipod. But the thing is, I randomly buy stuff without thinking. About $100 of that $250 has just disappeared, and I have nothing to show for it, except jeans I cant get into, Will&Grace, and random sushi and such. And though its not that big of a deal, its still sad. I honestly have to put my money in a shoebox or something to actually save it. Once its in my wallet or pocket, its fair game.

Sigh... c'est la vie (spelling?)

Yes - I am finished. Thats not to say that I did well. As a matter of fact, I am fairly nervous. Spanish was easy...but AP Gov was pretty hard, and note to all others in that class - Comblo is not happy with the results...especially the writing. Bio was pretty brutal, a lot of randomness, and I got myself so worked up over it, (again) I made stupid mistakes. Math was horrid, come the last 8 questions. The multiple choice was almost laughable, but the short answer...I blanked. Oh well. But its all over. And I dont know what to do with myself.

Mrs. O flipped out today. It really saddens me that shes like this - something is obviously going wrong in her life...but I the fact that she is taking us down with her. She has been pushing for Nandini and me to do the pit (for the musical), and wanted us to go out for Oliver. So we did, and the pit scheduling conflicted with our private lessons. We tell her about it, and she says she will rework the schedule with Ms. Kelly. So the final schedule has a Thursday (the day of conflict) once a month. I bring this up...again, offering to move my lesson to Monday which is a HUGE inconvenience for me (which she knows about...regular orch class...and hour of chamber, an hour lesson, 2 hours for another orch), simply to try to make it work. But she flips and Nan and me, telling us to quit now, save her the trouble, that none of her other students do this to her. Blah blah. We were very upset. Somethings got to change with this woman...thank God I am leaving.

I am also shopping. Window shopping. Amazon window shopping. Which is pathetic, but its all I have. Its actually a lot of fun, but these things just sit on my wishlist, never to be bought. Classical music, mostly, the occasional book, and one messenger bag. The bag is for my laptop...which is still up in the air by the way, I may or may not get to this topic later this entry. One day...Im just going to buy it all. One fell swoop. Today is not that day.

http://www.amazon.com/gp/registry/registry.html/ref=cm_wl_topnav_gateway/002-8466491-6009664?type=wishlist

What else...I dont know. I've been hanging out with my brother lately. He is actually really funny, he gets that from me.

Im reading old entries...and I realize random words are missing. The thing is, we just installed new virus protection and all that, and it came with child protection or something. So random words that are semi objectionable are deleted. Now you know.

I am one of those compulsive cleaners. I cannot, CANNOT, study in a messy room. Its been like that forever, but its gotten worse. I spent yesterday in town (which I will get to later) and studying for my AP Government midterm. Studying is a strong term though, because it implies review. Its more like...learning for the first time, though some of the vocab is vaguely familiar. So anyway - on top of ordering everything in the room I was studying in, I vaccuumed, and rearranged the paper draw in my computer desk. That took at least 45 minutes, but it allowed me to get some serious studying done. About 90 minutes into my study session, I realized that I simply could not read another word, as long as my Windows Media Center...(thing) CD list was not organized. This requires searching the internet for track titles and such, which more often than not I had to type in myself, because the world s classical music. So just titling everything took an hour of potential study time. But it had to be done. I got to bed at 11:00, studied a little more, fell asleep about 11:20. That was nice.

The actual test wasn't that bad. There were some random concepts that I was clueless about, like political socialization...or something. But not nearly as bad as it could have been. The essays were pretty good, and considering how I was convinced I would know nothing about the assigned topics, I was pretty happy. Eight solid pages of essay, which is respectable. Peter had 16. Screw that. And everyone else had 8 or less, and while I know length does not mean much, (Note to Aileen: Youre me darling. I thought of a "size doesnt matter!" joke while writing that. See what you've done to me!?!) it is nice to know that you are in a comfortable range.

Ok. Lets talk town. I go out with Aileen and Peter to, of all places, Starbucks. I've turned into the scary person that can actually order a "Qua-Grande-Americano". But other than that, it was a very nice time, with the usual conversation: what would happen if...? In this case: If Peter and Aileen never met. I wont go into the details, because Im sure Aileen already did. Im also guessing that towards the list (because she's adopting a Joeyism) end she over-does it...because tats the Aileen I know and love. Watch me be totally wrong, and she didnt even mention starbucks. Or didnt update. I dont know...because my computer throws me off all the time. So after Starbucks, Peter drops me off in town, because I have...a mullet. I dont remember if I mentioned this before, so I will just summarize. My hairdresser doesnt like me. He forgot to cut the length of the back, and now that the sides are short...it looks like I have a mullet. I'm ! So anyways, I go back to see if he will squeeze me in to fix it. He wont. I had to make an appointment because he was walking out the door...an appointment I have to get to in two hours... oh well. After storming out of Baci, I went to cool off with take out sushi. I cant be trusted with money. I dropped $25 in half an hour, and I know thats not a lot, but it was on random stuff, and Im trying to save. So in that light, it is a lot. Made me realize, I am just Aileen on a smaller scale. She drops $150 at VS.com, I drop $25 on coffee and sushi. I ordered the Kamikaze and an salmon+avocado roll (the standard, not green dragon) I thought that I would love the Kamikaze, which is peppered tuna, on top of rice, crunchy stuff, and someother stuff. Ive been wanting to try it forever, and it sounded much better on the menu. I loved the first bite, but then it got really old, borderline gross. THe crunchies made it seem like there were bones...or something...and the other stuff was a little off. And the peppered tuna wasnt as fun as I would have hoped. I was rather upset. Dont get Kamikaze people, but if you do, you've been warned. Also...Kiku is great...dont let one questionable roll discourage you. Go. Eat.

I have to study for my Bio, Span, and Precalc midterms. Which Im not. But acknowledging the problem is the first step to overcoming it. I acknowledge that I, Joseph Charles Viana (XXVII...nini!), have three midterms to study for. There. I've said it. I feel so much better.

Nini: when you post (which you will) I want a list of composers and musicians I should know. Example: I realized I dont know anything about Liszt. Which is bad. Im thinking more contemporary...Crumb and the sort. You are on a mission nini, dont let me down!

http://brandeis.bkstore.com/default.asp?m=0303&p=17034&cat_id=5

Thats how Jewish my school is. Oh dear.

LiveJournal is being very mean. Either livejournal or my internet connection, because it keeps kicking me off. Today I did a lot of homework. Mucho. I wrote (writing...its only half done) my senior memoir, Bio, Gov, Midterm studying, Orchestra (actually, still have to do that) and a bunch of other stuff. Oh, and I dont know how to add friends to my account, and it wont let me put up a user picture. What the hell am I doing this for.

Senior Memoir

“I’m going to have a ba-by!” The last word drawn out, with an undeniable operatic quality, with a thin, yet surprising vibrato. “Excuse me one second!” and I dart off screen, making the appropriate high pitched yelps and screams that are associated with labor. The camera, obviously uncomfortable with the idea of filming me giving birth, pans the kitchen, focusing on my little brother and house keeper, both with a nervous grin, but in stitches nonetheless. I jump back into the frame, fresh with a maternal glow, and a deflated water-baby doll cradled in my arms. “Isn’t she beautiful?”

...

Life went on pretty uneventfully, again no defining moments to speak of. I made the natural progression of Thomas the Tank Engine to Power Rangers, was a firm believer that s did indeed have cooties, and my professional aspirations did, at one point, include being an astronaut. And while maternal desires never consumed me, I would occasionally flip through Parents magazine, just for fun. To each their own.


Question: Why cant I write? I read a lot...I write well for random assignments of little to no importance...why the hell cant I make important things work? I am very upset.

I had a little chat with Aileen today, which ironically lasted at least 5 hours. By the end of it, she reminded me that I have many expenses coming up. If I could only remember what they are...
-Thank you presents for 3 teachers (What is that...$150-$200...more...less?)
-Prom? (When is that?)
-What the hell! I have no idea! This is bad.
-Laptop and ipod...but thats for me...which means it doesnt count.
Could it be...I only have one real thing? Im so confused.
I need to get CDs...but that will come...with time...and the money I get from graduating.
-CLOTHES *sobs* oh dear lord I need clothes. Give me money people...please!

I got my hair done. Made sure not to get it too short because Aileen doesnt like it. Oh dear. Im whipped. And married. But even worse than the heterosexual marriage I am apparently slave to, he screwed me % I have...a mullet! (Is that how its spelled? Not a word I use often...) He just didnt cut the legnth in the back. It looked fine when the front was longer and it was all proportional...but now...IM WHITE TRASH! What am I going to do!?! Well, hes obviously going to fix it Monday...but still...white trash? Thats not fair!

This money thing is driving me crazy...what am I missing?

Pacifica will be playing Crumb. Im so excited.

Anyways, I need to get my homework out of the way, so I can watch Troy. Yum. Brad.

I cant believe I am doing this. I swore to myself: "Never again Joey, never again...". I used to do some other journal thing, and it took over my life. And lets face it ladies, only dorks make (or read) online journals. Im doing this mostly out of procrastination, being that I have to:
...-A Senior Memoir
-Practice Bio AP test
-Government outline
-Newspaper article
-Withdraw all college applications
-Fill out Brandeis crap
-Orchestra paper
-Study for midterms...
Each of which will take an eternity. But all this talk of homework is bringing me down. Which brings me to my next topic: College. For those who are unaware, I got into Brandeis (science-y liberal arts-y school right outside of Boston, also my first choice). So, I need to go shopping. SHOPPING. I am so excited! I get to pick out bedding, bathstuff, closet organizers...come to think of it, what do people get? Its not like you can do that much with a college dorm room. Ok...list time. (Get used to it, I make a lot of lists)

What I need to get
-Bedding (sheets, pillows, the whole bit)
-Bath stuff (Caddy, robe, whatever)
-Alarm Clock
-(Drawing a blank)

What I will bring from home
-Stereo
-...?

What I want to get
-Pillowtop for my bed
-Laptop (Dell 6000M)
-ipod (20MB, 40MB, 20MB, 40MG...)

That does not seem like a lot of stuff. I must be forgetting something! When you post a response (which you must) please help me out here. I dont know whats going on.

So thats it. Not a very good entry, but its a start!