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Sunday, November 30, 2003

seriously, how cute are my friends?

Saturday, November 29, 2003

love actually.
go see it. right now.
this movie actually changed my opinion of hugh grant. i LIKE him now.
but that's kind of a secret, because for several years i have made a point of declaring my belief that he is a sniveling weenie who is only famous because he has an accent.
but oh oh, i love him now. and colin firth. and liam neeson. well, the second two i loved all along, but now i have added a third to the list.
anyway. i will admit that i was skeptical. and i am picky about movies... but: SO GOOD. i absolutely reccommend it to everyone and anyone.
i am getting sick. i went on a date and a half with em and tommy to bove's tonight. i got the new cosmopolitan. i have a really good plan for christmas presents. i'm going back to school tomorrow, where there are people i love dearly and who i have missed. and another person who falls into the aforementioned category is coming back in less than two weeks. "sweet baby james" is on the radio. the concert with SIM is on saturday. i'm going to kick the italian habit if it kills me. which it might.
also, i have temporary tattoos.
it is now time for annie's mac and cheese accompanied by an SNL repeat.

Tuesday, November 25, 2003

it snowed last night.
that's right. it was almost sixty degrees yesterday, and then it snowed last night.
I am proud to be a resident of this crazy state.
everyone is outside hugging and leaving and I miss my roommate. I am lonely.
meh. maybe I should go take a shower and face the rest of the world.

Monday, November 24, 2003

i'm alive
on the stereo
jackson browne is just merging into traffic
from the on-ramp
weaving his beat-up pickup in between
luxury sedans and other people
who aren't brokenhearted.
and this California drive is going to do him some good--
teach him to look at things alone
and confide in his guitar.
this trip
it going to do us some good,
me and jackson.
we're past those dead dreams
because the highway is as long as we want
and look--
the ocean.

Sunday, November 23, 2003

it's hard to listen to a hard hard heart
beating close to mine
pounding up against the stone and steel
walls that i won't climb
sometimes the hurt is so deep deep deep
you think that you're gonna drown
sometimes all i can do is weep weep weep
with all this rain falling down

strange how hard it rains now
rows and rows of big dark clouds
but im holding on underneath this shroud

it's hard to know when to give up the fight
some things you want will just never be right
it's never rained like it has tonight before
now i don't want to beg you baby
for something maybe you could never give
i'm not looking for the rest of your life
i just want another chance to live

strange how hard it rains now
rows and rows of big dark clouds
but im holding on underneath this shroud

strange how hard it rains now
rows and rows of big dark clouds
but im holding on underneath this shroud

strange how hard it rains now
rows and rows of big dark clouds
but im still alive underneath this shroud

ohh ra-a-a-in
ohh ra-a-a-in

-patty griffin

life here gets a little more interesting ever day
danny: "you mean you all here don't celebrate the day after christmas? we call it stevenses day. it's a big day for partying."
me: "nope. i think you have a lot more holidays than we do."
danny: "i guess so."
me: "it must be fun to be irish."
danny [leans back, grinning]: "yeah. yeah it is."

although the lad from ashbourne was only here because he is all in love with my roommate, it was fun to have him here nonetheless. next year i am going to live with someone who is not as cute as rachel so that boys will come to the room to visit ME.
well actually that's a lie. i'm going to live with rachel again. because gosh darn it, she is just adorable and i don't want to live with anyone else. that is, of course, if a certain erstwhile friend of mine doesn't keep trying to steal her. seriously, who does that? you don't try to get your friend's roommate to move out to live with YOU, especially by saying things like "live with me... why would you want to live with her? we would have so much more fun together!" not so cool.
and also. crazy ex-roommate apparently refers to me in conversations with rach as a "stupid bitch." which is lovely because though i care very little for her, i have never used that choice phrase in reference to her. did i ever do anything to her besides simply not like her? i wasn't mean, i didn't mess up her stuff, i didn't talk smack about her to her friends (which, by the way, is generally never a smart plan)... oh well. working very hard on the idea that not everyone has to like me. i'm not too sure where this obsessive need to be everyone's favorite originated, but it sure is a hard habit to kick.
on that note, i'm off to take a shower. we'll go from there.

Friday, November 21, 2003

holy magnum with the top cats last night...
last night had me considering rearranging my schedule for next semester so that i would have friday mornings free, thus enabling me to party with them every thursday night. we'll see. more details to come later.

Thursday, November 20, 2003

though i hate real snow, this is pretty cool
In the past few days, I have decided that maybe I am actually ready to be an adult.
I know this is a pretty ballsy declaration, and I don't mean being an "adult" in the sense that I need no support from other people, namely my parents. I mean that I am finally becoming a MATURE PERSON. Like, maybe when I stop being a teenager in March I will actually be ready to stop ACTING like a teenager.
This is all brought on mainly by an incident the other night. I was reading Sapienza's journal, including the various drafts of poems she has written over the past several months or so, and I realized this: she's GOOD. Really, really fucking good. Now, just to give you a bit of background, Sap and I have always had a fairly tumultuous friendship if only for the fact that we both liked to do all the same things (i.e. writing, theater, music) and both wanted to be the best/center of attention all the time... so that caused conflicts more often than not. In any case... it felt so good to read her stuff and just really appreciate it for what it is, and not be all competitive about it. She and I have really different styles of writing, and just because I obviously like my own style doesn't mean that I can't really like hers and see that it's awesome.
so yay for me on growing up. although self-congratulation is probably an ever-so-slight step backwards, I still feel pretty good.

Monday, November 17, 2003

Megan Estey : A Cappella Male Anatomy, Physiology, Pyschology, "Cute"ology... BS '06
-from the cat's meow fall concert program
needless to say, my parents were not super impressed. but what are you going to do.
switching gears ever so slightly.... sweet honey in the rock. oh my god. i can't even begin to describe how crazy this show was. my mom and i were definitely the squarest people there. sweet honey, as always, continued to be an amazing example of what five women can do with only their voices... for the entire performance i think i sat there with my mouth open, trying to figure out how i could get my voice to do that too. during the first half of the show, there was an entire set based on getting voting rights for washington d.c., with pieces of old songs (including sometime, i'm gon' stand, joanne little, and how long) woven in between verses of "no taxation." the entire show was done in collaboration with berneice johnson reagon's daughter and her band, toshi reagon and big lovely. overall. just crazy. i want to see it again.
and also, i sat next to julia alvarez during the show, which was cool. i really really wanted to talk to her about her books (how the garcia girls lost their accents is one of my all-time favorites) but i didn't want to be one of those people who assumes that just because someone has achieved a certain amount of success that they want to talk about it all the time. so i left her alone.
i have now successfully wasted at least 45 minutes of my morning when i should have been studying... so that's what i'm off to do now.

Sunday, November 16, 2003

The Princess Bride
I'm sure it's no big surprise to you that your
romance is The Princess Bride. A heartwarming
tale of "Twue Wuve" that has giants,
Spainards and swashbuckling. You really do
think that love can overcome anything. You may
be a touch naive but your heart is certainly in
the right place. You've probably got one of
those relationships where proper nouns have
been replaced with "Snookums" and
"Pookie Pie". Eww. Beware a cuteness

What Romance Movie Best Represents Your Love Life?
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i am such a nerd
Eb major - you are warm and kind, always there for
your friends, who are in turn there for you.
You are content with your confortable life and
what you are currently achieving; if you keep
in this state you will go far.

what key signature are you?
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i. love. cat's meow. our show rocked. i have never been so completely pleased with a concert. thank you so much to everyone who came... and everyone who didn't, you missed a great time.
after the show we partied with the top cats, among many other random people. i was psyched to finally make friends with people from the other a cappella groups, because everyone else is always like "blah blah, my friend in hit paws" and i don't know anyone.
the point is, i do now. yay.
i have my italian oral exam tomorrow. i'm not excited. five minutes is a long time to speak in a language you don't know how to speak.
sweet honey in the rock tonight at the flynn with my mom. hooray.
crazy week.