Nothing much going on. I declared this a weekend of productivity, and it's actually been semi-successful so far. We'll see how today goes. Also: ( Quizzes from Rora )

While still entertaining, bowling last night proved the point that some things are not meant to be jazzed up. Crazy Chelsea Piers with all its black lights and cutesy teal bowling balls really made me miss old Anderson Alley and its jukebox and its plastic cups and its total lack of expectation that you will tip your incompetent waitress. ( Read more... )

I just got a call from someone in New Zealand. I looked up his student ID number for him, and he said 'cheers' in his wonderful New Zealous accent. And this makes me ever so happy. The whole Scottish study abroad experience left me strangely conditioned to be delighted whenever anyone says 'cheers ( Read more... )

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I found out today that I got into Brooklyn College. NYU waitlisted me by the way; that info came yesterday. A) Waitlists irritate me (Swarthmore waitlisted me when I was applying to colleges, and I immediately pronounced I didn't care what they decided). B) As I think about it, I am coming up with more and more reasons that it would be wiser for ( Read more... )

I just saw the best-dressed man in the world as I was walking down the street. Unfortunately, he was on his cell phone, so I couldn't ask him to marry me. Hmm, considering that it was the rest of my life at stake, perhaps I should have interrupted the conversation. Could get some of those annoying little pseudo-business cards to hand out on such ( Read more... )

I have purchased plane tickets and the event ticket to Burning Man. Fuck, yes! I'm all dancing around in my chair right now. Soon I will get up and dance around the kitchen because my room is, as always, too messy.

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People who were involved in Blood Brothers will remember him as the guy who was in the closet but didn't realize it because it was too dark in there for him to tell that it was a closet. Or that there was a grand runway in the closet with him and that when he thought he was striding manfully about he was really prancing on it in a polka-dotted ( Read more... )

Due to stupid-ass crossed wires and wrong info from my supervisor I just ended up telling the graduate school dean to call herself and get her own approval for readmitting a student.

Hurry the hell up, Friday. I want to go home.

So as it turns out, positioning yourself at the train window and blowing kisses to the people on the opposite platform as your train pulls aways will get you strange looks on the subway. Who'd a' thunk. Things like playing peek-a-boo behind the stuctural pillars of the tunnel seem to put people off as well ( Read more... )