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Zatanna hot but not brown-eyed.
Predictor and chooser together at last making burritos.
If I call her, I'm either calling the bride or the fiancée.
Someone should buy those absurd vampire girl coasters. The best person would be me - because it is my fault that they were ordered. But I don't want to spend the money on them.
If you would murder me you would be making the wrong choice.
Don't get nostalgic over elves in under a week. Don't zone out over the reality of the northeast.

Some photo examples from the trip in chronological order - I'm working on them for photography. My lovely friend Friar D. is in the fourth and fifth images.. Advising mania today; I'm visiting department heads, advisors, and my teachers. Looks like I'll be a Philosophical Communicating Global Studies Major and a French Asian Languages and Literatures minor. Well, something like that. With less words.

I don't know what to say about Long Island and New York City yet.. I'm still a bit overwhelmed, still trying to stick onto the ceilings over here. But it's in my mind a lot. All of the water, words, and faces.

...Handed my restaurant and attractions list to Mr. Kelly, thanked him for the sandwich-wraps, went down the escalator, grabbed my suitcase at the baggage claim, rolled to the tram, went back and forth one time too many, enjoyed the briskness of the limestone train station cavern, and got on the light rail. Sliding down the tracks, I put my headphones on. Only the left ear worked, and I sat there looking grim. Eyeliner wasn't washed off.

Bright and sunny on Monday, I got to French early. Still had eyeliner on. I walked in with a blueberry muffin and a cold press and dropped down all my shit. Then, I walked out into the hall with the French book and looked at all of my chapter notes. I went back inside to take the exam.

Some unfortunate anxiety got the best of me on venir. I couldn't remember the il/elle form of venir, used twice. In haste, I wrote viens. Double checking my answers later, I changed it to viennes. I don't know what possessed me. The Austrians or the Ukrainians. Whatever the case, Lydia came in and tapped me on the back, relieving me of the stress. I dropped the test down in front of the teacher and left the room as her class came in.

Hiding over here complaining about everything is very fun. If that's what I do. Oh well.
Yeah, man, I was thinking about the film the other day, and it just hit me. How disconnected I am from all of it. How detached. But it's on hiatus.
So now is the time to run off again and have a little adventure with my pal Friar D. over on the LI. I'm supposed to be to bed in 3 hours to get my 8. And then I'm off.
Better finish this paper here...

But before I do, fuck all y'all, as my homie Friar Bibba from the old school clan would say. (Fuck all y'all from the computer lab, bitches)

Yep. Very funny.

Okay, on to business. No, this is just a distraction from business.

Paper on working, word count : 3, I don't work.

This peanut butter reminds me of you. This Cadbury egg with its cheap creme harkens back to your glorification of candy. CANDY!!!

Is this really the only way to change what's going on? Quang, Alma, Nami, Origami, Holy Land, The Liffey, True Thai, Jasmine Deli, Fasika, and everywhere else. Always taking a bite with that cute face. Always asking, "What?!"

Nah, you can't be cute though, it's gotta be painful. It's gotta be self-loathing. You're too badass.

I'll just puke and bask in the waters of Kitchen Sink adult contemporary.

..hello..

Carol is this mad lady that comes to my work. Literally mad, crazy, psycho. Always asking for pez, she looks like an old penguin woman.. she's hilarious. Go Carol. "ONIONS?!?!?"

Wisdom Teeth pretty healed up. I made a cool "Closed On Easter" sign due to next Sunday's activities.

I feel so weird... it's happening? I'm flying away? Should it happen? If I do it, it's almost here, just four days? It feels more spontaneous than I thought it would, and far more unfamiliar. That's a good thing?

Probably.

Suck a polar bear's funky ass.

I was scared today that my canker sore was a cold sore. But it's not. I'm happy that I don't have scary mouth herpes. I'm on Vicodin, whoo... I need it though because my mouth is aching from the wisdom teeth removal.

It was crazy, there was a female dentist that would lean on my leg and hold my arm during the tough parts. And there was this nurse guy who was funny and kept saying, "She's doing all the work." (wink-wink) No but they were sweet. And then the girl one would say, "There are going to be funny noises." And then, "crack crack". They were huge teeth. I was half out of it on laughing gas and eight shots of novacaine.

But now, I'm visited by this bastard of Morpheus!

I've been drinking all of my food:

Miso soup
Slim Fast
Ensure (hahaha)
Cheese soup

Are these clam shells, or red pepper flakes?

So I caved in and bought the Beekeeper today. Together with 2 other rather adult blonde cds, I have increased my muzak collection a little.

I can't quit calling people disguised as my annoying new Uzbek alter-ego. Fuck, it's fun. But cruel. And lame. To them! Ha.

Man, it drags today, it drags. Really, I'm so sick of it. If I wasn't waiting for a call right now I'd run out there with a camera, tripod, and 20+ second shutter speed. Although unfortunately I'm missing a necessary ingredient for this one shot - a model.

Yes, how fucking disjointed. Really. Madly. I feel like I am trying to complete two separate puzzles but the pieces are all mixed together in one box. I should call the manager at Games by James. No, I should just dig for that one phone number...

Audrey just keeps staring at me, mouth slightly parted. What? What is it?

Oh fine, I'll put up a few lists. First, movies. Hmm, two Danish directed, one Swedish, Hitchcock, a script by Kaufman, Pabst/Brooks, a wild Japanese one, Peter O'Toole, and Maggie G. Sounds complete.

My Favorite Movies:
1. Vertigo
2. Roman Holiday
3. Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind
4. Wild Strawberries
5. The Passion Of Joan Of Arc
6. Pandora's Box
7. Turkish Delight
8. Suicide Club
9. Secretary
10. Lawrence Of Arabia

Music time. Total flux.

Albums:
1. Doolittle - Pixies
2. Boys For Pele - Tori Amos
3. Violator - Depeche Mode
4. The Smiths - The Smiths
5. Wet From Birth - The Faint
6. Return To Central - Bis
7. Thirteenth Step - A Perfect Circle
8. Vespertine - Bjork
9. Angel Dust - Faith No More
10. Amnesiac - Radiohead


Bands:
1. Pixies
2. Tori Amos
3. The Smiths
4. The Faint
5. Client
6. Faith No More
7. Bjork
8. Depeche Mode
9. Tool
10. Ladytron

I miss Weezer.

Okay, so here's a bonus - my favorite albums that I have purchased in the past year.


1. Wet From Birth - The Faint
2. Business Casual - Beep Beep
3. Melodies Of Certain Damaged Lemons - Blonde Redhead
4. City - Client
5. I, Cactus - I, Cactus
6. fulfilled/complete - Broken Spindles
7. Reise, Reise - Rammstein
8. Medulla - Bjork
9. You Are the Quarry - Morrissey
10. Anxiety Always - Adult

Wait, how can I be waiting for a call with the internet on?
Oops.

What? No tug of war with my tooth today? Eh, not enough time, they said.
Alas, this week is turning out to be a little mad. All of the bills due, rent, mailings, a million errands, airplanes and amis, food adventuring and shrimp allergies.

My coffee smells like French toast. That's the whole trick I suppose. Photos, parlance, and back room absence deals. Smack on the head, smack on the head. Annoying the... proto-yippie? "Why did you have to sit next to me?"

Nice handbag. Neurotic, makes their own clothes - that is a tribute to Daniel Clowes.

This is shaky ground.
Bullshit stories to British buyers. The name Rhonda came up.
Made a shot to the black journal, first since August.

It was working today with my French teacher. Got along and all. Most of the people there are in good shape.

Walk-in Oral Surgery. Gotta love it.

Shadows and streetlight through shades. Dripping down the windows. Neighbors without shirts. Sebastien Tellier trying to make sense of everything.. What does he smell like?

I'll take a quick swim, I'll survive off of yogurt.

Nah, it seems like this hippie messiah dream is melting like candlewax. All the cologne that was used, cheap. Bought and sold like Karina. Import and export, item number...
item number?

Uno
Searching around the Caspian Sea for sarcasm. I'm hoping to please M. O'Brien, not of the Tom variety. My teacher of French.

Trying to decide when to pop out my tooth. I'm eating at True Thai on Wednesday. From my schedule book:

Wednesday, March 2nd, 2005: Things to do: Eat True Thai, Fd Adv. 8pm from work Tone, Tom, OK - Death?
Thursday, March 3rd, 2005: Things to do: Lose jaw?
Friday, March 4th, 2005: Things to do: Starve

Part Deux: Excerpt from my consultation with the all-powerful Brooks goddess:

"Manhattan was quite fun. Anita Loos was such a darling." - L
"I wish that I had a smart set of my own." - W
"Oh?" - L
"But it won't consist of lit-school proto-yuppies." - W

Yes I'm high, caffeine; je sais.