April 16th, 2001

fabulous weekend!!!!

yeah yeah yeah
i had the BEST weekend! I had to take a total breather, cause last week was so frantic that i couldnt even get a livejournal entry in...
and then i didnt wanna be in the office at all over the weekend, so thats why ive been so delinquent. in any case, i have pictures galore, but i cant put them up until afater work.

friday night, i finished up the party poster (which i will post) and met up with Wil and the J at out local coffe joint. Wil danced around merrily and clapped like a child when he saw the poster. I was relieved, since it was a pain in the ass at the end. i mean, the design thing was ok, but the computer i was working on was having issues, and wouldnt print or get online. so i had to copy the poster onto a zip drive and run across the street to kinkos. We all know how well kinko;s works. Needless to say, i was annoyed, yet not surprised when i discovered the printer didnt work there either and i had to wait for and hour for the computer guy to come in and reboot the network. LAme. I finally got out of there and ran tot he coffee shop to slurp down a skinny almond steamed milk (my latest fave drink)
Wil and the J were taking in peach italian sodas, which reminded me of my old high school days back in idaho where id stay out until my curfew, drinking kiwi italian sodas and playing chess, and talking the meaning of life.

Anyway, I had saturday off. So, I ran around all day shopping for Jeramy's Easter gifts, and doing laundry. You can never appreciate a clean bathmat, until you have used the same one for 2 months and not let it dry or anything. yeah, its gross.
anyway, so i left for the city around 3pm and shopped. I aquired this semi glossy silver bag, some easter grass, a round, thick piece of macadamia nut/ coconut brittle, a box of altoids, 2 cadbury eggs, and a some chips ahoy cookies. I also spotted this little memo book at this paper shop i dig on 18th street. Its bright blue sparkley with black pages. I got silver and white ink get pens to write. The J is always using random scraps of paper on counters and stuff when he thinks of an idea or line for his poetry. So, i thought he could carry this little memo book in his back pocket and keep it all together and not lose things and litte the apartement floor with his half forgotten thoughts

i packed this all up again at the coffee shop. At 7m, he got off of work and we headed over to the Galaxy Diner for dinner. I used to frequent the place quite often two summers ago. its open 24 hours, and has reasonably priced good food. Yeah, a gem in NYC. Wil called and said he was having a bite at the Yaffa Cafe with his cousin. So, we ran over there and met up with them as they finished their wine. His cousin was staying at some guys house to we followed them to his place and dumped off our stuff, since we had all decided go to the show at CBGB. Have any of you heard of the velevet mafia? They are a crazy lesbian/gay punky alt band. www.homocore.com Check it out.
So betwween the loud rock, the expensive budweiser and bathrooms from trainspotting, i have to say i had the best night since ive been here. its so nice to be able to go out a little bit and experience things. i took some pictures...they are a little blurry, as i used the slow shutter. some people were using the flash, but i think its pretty rude to flash cameras at performing artists. it may get to that poitn soon though, if i get tired of reddish, lowlight pics. ah well.

After the show, we met Wil's newest luvy, Gant. And he was the raddest, sicne he offered to drive us back o brooklyn. BAsically, by the time we got home, we would have been just catching a subway in the city. We will be grateful for months, im sure.

Yesterday was beautiful! The J and I awakened late to the sun shining in our faces. We slept in and then trecked over to union square to have lunch on the terrace of some restaurant. As it turned out, the rest of manahattan did the sme thing. The wait was 1.5 hours, so we ate inside. The host showed us to our table and said "don't mind the cameras" I turn around to find the cast of the NEw York Real World sitting next to us. How fitting. Im thinking "been there, done that"
they left after about 20 minutes, which was nice, cause all the commotion was making me miss here and now. i was getting annoyed byt the fact that there peopple (MTC ect) had the funds to do this same lame show they always do, and yet, i have all these great ideas and cant afford to do anything!
yeah, so i was happy they only semi-spoiled 20 m inutes of brunch. All was soon forgotten as the J and i started on our next mission: find an open grocery store on easter. We failed miserably, but did spend the rest of the money i took out for groceries on used books, hair dye (again, dyed!), barattes, candles, and a new brush.

Its soo hard to be at work today. My only savior from depression is that its gray out, so i have the confort of knowing that my days off in the sun were better that what they would be today.,
ok, i need to go..
i typed as fast as i could to get out everything..
(as if you couldnt tell from my typos)
love to all

an email to jaylene

Memoirs of college:
For Jay.

Sept 3, 1996
First day of college...Jaylene and Kristen have become good friends. At the moment, they are singing various songs out the window...Jay is sick...shouldnt have said anything about Dan. Im going to get hell for it now...

Sept 8 1996:
..right now i have to choose. i want his[dan's]
friendship, and yet i remember what ignoring things
does...Jaylene's fortune wasn't quite right [i guess we musta ate at hunan] Kristen says we are in denial.
Perhaps she's right.

Jan 28th-25th, 1997

I have spent this whole last friday talking with Noah. right now he is passed out on my bed, but it's all good, you know.. (i think i have told myself that about a billion times this evening..) I love people like him- so romantically inclined. James[harris] is pissed off at me. Jaylene is over at alec's. I think i have mono. Noah asked me to kiss him. I dont want to. I drank too much. I am writing to stay awake....

Feb 12th 1997-
I think its the 12th. I lose track quickly. Tonight was one of the best nights here. I went sledding with Kris, Henry, Tim and James. Then we, except for Henry who had to practice for piano class, went to 4th meal. Ate WAY too much, but it was so great being with my friends, talking away over greasy eggroles, cookies, mystery mexican sticks, coffee, soda,and bagels....I
wonder if Tim picked up the subtle hints...
He asked us at dinner is he should do something
radical for Valentines day. I suppose that to mean
hes telling the girl he likes how he feels. Definatly, i said...

Feb 14th-
I hate valentines day. I wonder who Tim's girl is?
She's lucky. I hope she knows it.

April 3,4 something..
Jaylene is sleeping. Kris is gone somewhere. Tim,
James and Henry are doing horn trios. Andre and chris are looking are gaudy jewelry. Lisa feels
thoughtful...It's such a gorgeous evening: the first time since september i could come out here without a coat. its been a LONG winter. Im sitting on the "horse shoe" as it gets called by the orientation people. Sitting in the same spot i started smoking...I remember that night pretty distinctly. Dan was high and kinda ditched me...yeah it was after one of those doozie parties. Jaylene and kris were asleep when i quietly entered the room. It was hard to keep quiet, rustling wrappers and such, searching for Jay's carton of Marlboro lights under her bed..but i grabbed
a box and found the pink lighter. I sulked out here on this horse shoe. Lit up. inhaled deeply. i hated
it....I can see the gazebo from here, perfectly. I remember making out there with Dan. I remember telling him about my past...I can see the bench across the way from the Gazebo where we lay in each other's arms on a warm night, avoiding going home until we were in jeaopardy of falling asleep like that. That same bench a drunk Andy Shapiro tried to seduce me a month ago. these paths hold their own history as well, where on a rainy night a few pages back, I decided to start seeing dan, where i jumped on the infamous block in the crossroad's center, and later received a bad Music History 101 grade...
One path leads to the con. I remember the
beginning..Kate, who i thought was cool because of her clothes..Kris all quiet and hanging out wiht Louie. Henry would ignore me. I rememeber seeing Tim in my theory class and of course i was attrracted to him the first time i set eyes on him. The shy Jay accompanied me to McDonalds. James Priest..the cool guy with the goatee in Burton who jay thought was hot. I thought he was a sophomore sleaze..a good catch and popular. Little did i know he was just like me. Carrie- that
tall girl I always saw smoking outside the con..we
were the new kids here. Outsiders looking
in...gibsons has closed. so has the hunan.

Sept 11, 1997-

He[eric shlightger] treated me with more respect in
one evening than i got all last semester-
As speed has been a detrimental factor in things, I
was so happy when he said "You can have me as you want
me" K and J interpret it in different ways. J as "wow,
you got him!" and K as "what a line..."

2 days later: "Fuck that asshole!"

i was reading my journal, and i just had to reminice.
jermay doesnt understand anything..
so, i have to email people i know..