Better With A Pen

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. SO: Gaga last night was easily as amazing as I expected it to be. That's one hell of a show. Also, she's got a damn fine voice. I find it really refreshing and original to have gone and seen someone who didn't vocally show off on any of their studio tracks and as a result completely freaking shines on stage. The acoustic 'Poker Face' was promised by many to blow my mind and, DAMN it did that and more. Also, her male backup dancers... woah. Like WOAH were they beautiful. I have never seen a boy move his hips like that, and I say that having seen Queer as Folk in its entirety. I IRL swooned.

Moving on: I am admitted procrastinating in writing these papers. *hides from the scary papers*

Mainlining Merlin currently. It's pretty gay. I'm loving that aspect of it. However, the weird, creepy, bad fuckery of classic King Arthur cannon is both irritating and disorienting. I would enjoy the show way more if I could put aside my research paper from last semester, but it's fucking stuck in my head and its not going anywhere.

Phone charger really far away with my phone really dead? No, not my ideal situation for continuing communications. Oddly.

Bought a poster off Clandestine and even though I KNOW I changed the shipping info so it'll go home and not to my school mailbox... I cannot help checking for it every day. Honestly. I'm such a loser. In my totally obviously and unrealistic fangirl secret heart I have a dream where it magically shows up on my birthday at school for me. *facepalm*

BRB, listening to The Fame Monster forever...

Roomies moved in! First day of classes! Nightmare Before Christmas!

As for the first, our room rocks the motherfucking Casbah. Every place there can be a poster, there is. The furniture has been attacked, not just the walls.

Geographic Perspectives on Globilization = VERY INTERESTING. My classmates? Very pretentious. Well, to be fair, only two of them. Shakespeare Class is sort of the reduced, watered down version so far. Disappointing, but I'm looking forward to it getting better. Film! FILM YOU GUYS. Our first movie is Stagecoach!!! 1939! John Wayne! Exiled prostitutes! Baby's born in the middle of an Indian/Cowboy scrimmage! Escaped prisoners who are literally White Hats! Glorious.

Nightmare themed photoshoot. That's all I have to say.

*big breathe*
AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnndd... I'm back. To school, I mean. All the shit I intended to move in is moved in, and I merely work and eat and sleep and hopefully write, until the much beloved roomies arrive and school starts. (Uh, when clearly all those things will still occur, just not like, alone.) Move-in was hot. Ugh, and muggy. I think we've previous discussed my innate hatred for air that feels like it's touching you. At any rate, It was hot and I moved the last box in and tried to build my fan. Mostly, I succeeded in building said fan. I say 'mostly' because it totally works and is currently working it's cooling magic on my desk while aimed at my bed. However, it doesn't have a front grill. Ok, yeah that sounds maybe a little dangerous but the fan blades aren't metal or anything, and I know not to touch then while they're whirling. So as long as it works, I'm okay with it. Hopefully one of the roomies will procure a screwdriver and then the fan can be complete!

Went out to dinner with the parents before they left me for good. I figured, 'Yay, free meal!' and then Dave was all 'I want to go to Fridays.'

...

*big sigh* Ok, I hate TGIFridays. That is, very seriously, not real food. That is a whole menu of HOT MESS seasoned way out it's butt and served with a picture of (stupid fucking) Guy Fieri like that makes it actually edible. Which... what? Anyway, Mom says no to Bertucci's and we're not dressed for Papa Razzi and Dave vetos Uno. Fine. Fridays it is. However, the outrageous amount of complaining that that pair did over their tasteless, lukewarm food was like... hilarious. YOU WENT TO FRIDAYS. I'M SORRY, WHAT WERE YOU EXPECTING, EXACTLY? I, being the only one with tragically low standards, was the only one who did not complain. Although, that said, I rarely complain about the food I'm eating while I'm eating it, possibly because my parents choose to do so ad nauseum.

Regardless, there was free food, which I ate. BUT, after the free food and the hugs goodbye, and the dropping off: THERE WAS MUCH WATCHMEN. Hopped over to Towers to join a crew who was watching the Director's Cut. Okay, yes, long, but also awesome sauce. Sauce'd with awesome. Also, if you ever get the chance to do so, watch that shit with someone who knows comic books/graphic novels. I had a lot of 'Oh, this symbolism is totally legit and awesome I wonder if it's intentional' moments while watching it in theaters, and having someone who was really familiar with the storyline and of it's creator's intent present was just sweet. Much discussion of Ozymandias! My heart!

Then left my phone there. *facepalm* It's okay though. My VP's got my back and already went and snagged it for me and is gonna bring it to meals. Problem? Working through most meals today. We'll see what we can do.

I had a dream last night where SJ and I moved furniture in the room around. Seriously, that's all the dream was about. Then some guys knocked on our door and wanted to come in and we were like 'we don't know you... so no.' And then there was like... a forth bed we used as a couch. But it was normal. Idek, you guys, my brain has a weirdness.

Gonna probs listen to music to wake me up, now.

Heading in to work soon. Don't even really have time for this post. But I must say, very seriously: BRENDON URIE. That is all.

Beach was achieved. It was seriously amazing. The water was perfectly chilled, and I blissed so much. Just floating. Then we dried in the sun and I napped and talked with the girls and listened to music with nothing but big blue sky above me in every direction.

Now watching Branagh's Frankenstein, because my babes love me enough to suffer the creep and my obsession with it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pubd6A90LWE

Me and Gabe, havin' the same shirt. My night of win, let me show you it.

Cobra Starship: making me feel so much better about life at large since 2006. I can always count on them. Seriously.

x-posted to Twitter and Facebook + 2 journals. Sorry if you're in touch with all of those (Laura) and get informed that many times.

Some people never change? You mean their sound from album to album? Apparently not. Dick.

/fury

Why can't I love him? I want to so badly.

As may have been previously stated, I live in the prettiest place on earth. You can not convince me otherwise. However, it is deeply unfortunate that through the months of July and August, every tourist to ever exist realizes this as well and invades. I mean, I can't exactly be mad about how the flood of activity downtown means that working uptown is blissfully easy. I reserve the right to be furious that it turns the five minute drive home into a twenty minute one, though.

So, Laura's basically the best and got me 'New Persepctive' early. I think it's been on repeat since last night. Lol, by the time we see each other next we'll have the harmonies right.

Fucking room reservation at school thinks it's funny. To be sure, it is not. Also, feel free to respond to my e-mail STAT, Advisers.

SJ getting Transformers makes me want my own. Yes, I'm predictable and uncool because Optimus Prime is my favorite. Deal with it. I mean, let's not lie, I favor decepticons pretty heavily, but Opty's got my heart for realz.

No work tomorrow. Can I get a HELL YES. I'm gonna hit the fucking beach so hard it's gonna say 'Ow'. That's not an exaggeration. My goal is to be at least four shades tanner by the end of the day.

When did my hair get so long? To trim or not to trim? Will ponder.

Off to stalk to interwebz and write a lot. Later. <3

Leaving NY today. As one may guess I did call out of work. Just made more sense. Instead, today we get to make the long treck back. There were a lot of pictures taken and a lot of jokes made and a lot of good times had, so I'm really glad I came and that I stayed and that it worked out so well. All things considered, it didn't really have to.

Watched 'Forgetting Sarah Marshall' last night. And even though it's like the sixth time I've seen that movie in seven days, I still laugh out loud (obnoxiously) at the dinner scene where they talk about her shitty movie. "Absolutely awful film. Terrible premise. What if your mobile phone... killed you. That's ridiculous, how can a mobile phone have an agenda?".... "It's a metaphor! For... addiction to technology." "It's a metaphor for a crap film." I'm chuckling just writing about it. Does that guy remind anyone else of Tim Minchin? Lol, anyway, that was fun.

Began the quest to sort through bandom lyrics to apply to famous literature. Unsurprisingly it is at times both ridiculously easy and frustratingly difficult.

Waiting on pins and needles for the 28th. New Perspective. In other news, Idk if I can read interviews with Ryro anymore cuz the last one left me... uh, seething with anger. I'm trying to still love him. So hard. We'll see how that works.

Spent the majority of today looking for the park Woodstock was held in, in Woodstock, NY. Found out afterwords that the famous music festival was not held in the town of Woodstock, but in the town of Bethel. That would have perhaps been a good thing to look up beforehand. No?

Broke mah sunglasses, which resulted in a little bit of sad.

BUT, all was well. Why was all well? THERE WAS A SIGN. I say from on high, the roomies plus Richard and Ellen say that it was just a sign on the side of the road. Whatever. Point is, it said 'Sophia's Bar and Grill' and I was like "WHAT?" and they confirmed that I did not hallucinate. So, after much prodding on my part, we went to this Bar and Grill and it was MUCHLY AWESOME. The food was scrumptious, cheap, and you could add a wide variety of toppings to your burger if you so desired. Sauteed onions, bacon, chili, bacon (it was on there twice), grilled ham (??), and four kinds of cheese (American, cheddar, provolone, and... uh, Gorgonzola). And, most importantly, there was cheesecake for dessert. Good cheesecake. When I have a picture of this divine place, I will share.

Then we drove straight home (minus a three second detour while we idly considered a slowly dwindling craft fair) and I screamed my heart out to whatever happened to be playing on the stereo. Lost my voice a lil' bit. When we made it home we jumped in the pool. I don't think I've ever gotten so much water in my nose. Also new, Laura used me as a propeller for about five minutes. In the water. It's probably more amusing if you picture it in your head rather than me describing it.

I'm on my second cup of tea... and I'm still in the mood. So hot and yummy. Delicious.

I've announced to Laura my intention to create an entire collection of classic literature icons with bandom text, because I am a freak. A freaky freak with freaky thoughts.

To lie to my boss about car troubles or not? Will ponder.