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Monday, May 26, 2008

elmo! elmo!

song of the moment: swimming pool ~ the submarines

when you kiss me in ways i've forgotten
love is a swimming pool with no bottom


watching this video makes sad days turn into smiley ones

until you start thinking about how badly this puppy seems to want elmo. poor puppy!!

Lilly McElroy's photos are gorgeous.

this photo makes me feel weirdly poignant.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

All the umbrellas in London couldn't stop this rain.

new rule: never blog when you're sad.

Sunday, May 18, 2008

more quotes from the QG

Ryder: I'm never going to have popcorn chicken again? Never? I didn't even get to say goodbye.
Me: There is popcorn chicken in New York.
Ryder: Not Quincy Grille popcorn chicken.

I'm not sure why I'm blogging right now b/c the four people who read my blog are all here.

in the valley of the bloggers


...otherwise known as the Quincy grille

Guy in the grille: Can you keep it down? I'm trying to order.
Barry: Yeah, whatever. We're trying to make friends with sound.

It's kind of amusing that when you tell people you're sad at this school, they unfailingly offer you prescription drugs, cigarettes, alcohol, or fried food. Seriously. Don't worry, I only accepted the latter.

pamu, pamu pamu... san.

[[Party's Over ~ Nicole Atkins & the Sea]]

You shouldn't have to throw away your whole life. Maybe it was all the moving when I was little. I lived in twelve different apartments before I turned twelve. So now I'm kind of a packrat. I had three big binders on my shelf-- CityStep, thesis, Children of Eden-- and yesterday, I threw out all the papers in them. Senior sale-ing makes me sad.

Anywizzles...
I am obsessed with this video. Soooo funny.

Japanese TV is bizarre. And that exercise stuff Steve Carell does-- they really do that in Japanese offices and schools.

Yesterday was a good day. Aquarium, improv show, berryline, beautiful weather, party, dancing, quincy grille, late-night cookies... denial is a beautiful thing.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

foggy

From Overheard in New York:

Teen boy, with a sigh: Sometimes the world just isn't as shiny as you want it to be.

--42nd St


I feel you, kid.

Also, they say "Beer before liquor, never been sicker." This is untrue. There are all kinds of things you could do to make yourself even sicker than beer-before-liquor-sick. For example, you could eat a hot fudge sundae, horrible horrible shrimp and crab fondue, and drink the worst vodka ever made and then run as fast as you possibly can, naked. That could make you sicker. Hypothetically.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

one more trailer before i go

senior picnic? i am too lazy to get out of bed despite the beautiful weather.



the movie looks pretty good. derivative but good. and it has a lovely cast full of all those stock new wave of frat pack guys we've come to know and love. but i think the most interesting part of this preview is the extent to which it proves that jonah hill is entirely replaceable and any number of stock curly-headed chubsters could easily come along and play the exact part he plays in every movie.

this ad is adorbs



i love lilkiddies

i want to be a visioneer



I'm not quite sure I understand what this movie is about, but it looks AWESOME. as long as it stars the phenomnom zach galifianakis and judy greer, i am in it to win it. doesn't it look like something from the mind of charlie kaufman and michel gondry? even the score sounds wunderbar eternal sunshine-style. well, it's not. according to imdb, it is by newcomers Jared and Brandon Drake. also, according to imdb, if you like this title, you may also enjoy Wild Hogs. thesweetness.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

modern love college style

[[My Mother was a Chinese Trapeze Artist ~ The Decemberists]]

Trying to muster the energy to go work out...

Modern Love had an essay contest for college students, and this is the winner.

a quote: There was the guy with red hair and big steaklike hands that walked with me arm in arm through Washington Square Park, kissed me on the stoop of my mother’s brownstone and said he wanted to be my boyfriend. Until our next walk, when he kept his hands to himself and said he meant boyfriend “in the theoretical sense of the word.”

I actually do think it does a good job of describing our generation or whatever.

Also, that short-lived facebook thing where you find your five most-stalked or stalks-you-most people thing was awesome while it lasted. Facebook KNOWS. we are all doomed. there is no privacy.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

melon + collie


my door... note the welcome to crazyworld sign. a boy once told me he should have taken that as a warning.

everything in eliot house is broken. it is as if the house is telling us our time is up. my door is off the hinges. the bathroom door doesn't really close. the first of our three sinks is clogged. the thing you turn to turn on the shower (does that have a name?) is loose and falls off making a horrible clattering sound every time you turn it. my door being off the hinges is the worst. it only looks right when it is shut. when i open it, it hangs askew and then eventually falls down really loudly, cracking the paint and messing with the hinge. every time i open and close my door, it is like i am placing a giant unwieldy puzzle piece back in its place. now i know how babies feel.

hopelessly nostalgic thought of the day: When you go through all your facebook photos really quickly, it reminds you that you actually did have a lot of fun. Thank God for facebook photos. If I had this great a record of all the grades before there was facebook, I would feel very lucky.

I added premature nostalgia to my facebook interests a while back. That could be my tragic flaw.

Saturday, May 10, 2008


ugh yesterday I was on the bus for like 7 hours. I read an entire book: The Myth of You and Me by Leah Stewart. Nelson thinks this is an unfair statement because I had already read like 75 pages before I got on the bus. But I have the attention span of a goldfish who hasn't taken his adderal and unless I am reading while walking, I can usually read about 2 pages at a time before I need to alternate with a blogpost or get up and move around. When I was little, I used to alternate reading a page of a book and a page of a magazine over and over again. (this might be another one of those tidbits of information about how i was a psychotic child that should be kept to myself.) Regardless, the book is really good and the first book I've read for fun in a lilbit.

A quote from the book:
“With moving, I have always been partial to the in-between, the blurred highway outside the window, that suspended time when everything you were lies behind you like a molted skin, and everything you might become shimmers at the horizon. You might choose anything and make it happen, constrained by nothing but your own imagination, sure that not even gravity can hold you.” (77)

song of the day: (Lack of) Love Will Tear Us Apart ~ The Honeydrips (courtesy of quickbeforeitmelts)

There is something unnecessarily poignant about staring out a Greyhound window while the rain beats down outside. Especially when you're sitting by yourself and your phone is dead. Does it make it less poignant that it was actually fung wah? Doesn't quite have the same ring.

Thursday, May 8, 2008

picture time



me and stoney mcstonertons backstage at 24hourplays. he is the best alcoholic rat-lovin marriage counselor in the world.

the last couple of days have been schmawesome

24hourplays were awesome blossom. def the best one i've been a part of and one of the best i've seen. also prob my last time acting. kind of weird to think about, but toodeloo. hopefully, mary ellen will put it up on the interwebs soon and then people can see it if they didn't get to.

the eliot fete was gorgy porgy pudding & pie. the weather was loverly, the people were loverly. you can always tell the freshmen b/c they wear their prom dresses, which are like regular dresses but longer and more sparkly. i certainly wore my prom dress freshman year fete. at this one, i was finally able to drink legally and take advantage of the unlimited champagne and i prob drank less than at all the other fetes. maybe this is because i was distracted by the far more impressive UNLIMITED SHRIMP. actually, it was very limited shrimp. it looked unlimited at first but people kept eating the shit out of it, forcing us all to see the limits of the giant tray of shrimp.

also, after e-gotiations, i have been added to the gossipgeek blogroll which means i am one step closer to the achievement of campus fame, or fame-pus.

anyways, now i am home in new york for 24 hours, previewing my life post-college in which i live at home and watch a whole lot of tv. on the bus ride home, we stopped at a mcd's and they have all kinds of new ish. i feel out of the loop. chicken biscuits... wtf.

Sunday, May 4, 2008

oh dear lord



"should I choose a noble occupation
if I did I’d only show up late and
sick and they would stare at me with hatred
plus my only natural talent’s wasted
on my alcoholic friends
the party never ends
my alcoholic friends"

~ the dresden dolls

paper #1: feminism and the construction of femininity in The Golden Compass and Matilda 8-10 pp. (miraculously prof moved due date back til tuesday, hell yeah)
paper #2: food and hedonistic consumption in Sex and the City 12-15 pp. (due tomorrow)

sounds kind of fun, right? gahhhhhhhhhh. goodbye arts first weekend, hello me sitting in my bed trying desperately to write my last papers at harvard.

p.s. i think i ate more yesterday than i had the entire week leading up to it (thx to corn dogs, arts first bbq, grafton st, ihop, bubble tea, and the quincy grille... i am not kidding).