| menstruation for the masses |
[23 Jan 2008|11:17pm] |
um, so probably tomorrow, or at least some time soon, i will have the first period of my adult life where i am not on birth control. i actually had cramps today. my boobs hurt. who knew these things actually happened to real people??
the worst part is this: i am not sure of really when it's going to start, so i awkwardly have to carry my menstrual cup in my purse until it happens. no more "oh, it's thursday, shove that thing home." :(
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| FOR TRADITION'S SAKE |
[02 Dec 2007|11:00am] |
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IT IS SNOWING IT IS SNOWING HOLLA WOOO WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
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| HARRYFUCKINGPOTTER |
[21 Jul 2007|02:27pm] |
OHMYGODOHMYGOD WHY IS NO ONE ELSE NERDY ENOUGH TO BE DONE YET. I NEED TO DISCUSS THIS AND NO ONE WILL FUCKING TALK TO ME!!!!!!!
P.S. NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM, GOOD GOD I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH. U R A BABE.
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| um |
[03 Jul 2007|10:03am] |
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i brushed off a loose taste bud today. one of the big circumvallate papillae on the back of my tongue. it was weird. i'm vaguely uncomfortable about this.
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| post college is still tight. |
[06 May 2007|10:39am] |
after a pretty shitty cinco de mayo, marci, jonelli and i got the brilliant idea to go to Angels and Kings, Fall Out Boy's new bar. we put on dark pete wentz-y eyeliner, marci and i wore bandanas, and we basically dressed ourselves as douche-ishly as possible. oh god then we rode the l-train dressed like that. there is a picture that i am too lazy to scan it.
angels and kings sucked. a bunch of nobodies roped off in a VIP that was literally 4x4 feet, a shitty shitty dj with no mixing skills, gin gimlets that were all gin, no gimlet, and NOT EVEN A HUGE CROWD OF EMOS LIKE WE WANTED. it was a bunch of tools in business suits and slutty chicks with highlights and low-cut tops. a totally straight crowd, with barely like 2 or 3 emo punks. still douches, but not good enough.
story of the night though: i threw a lime at pete wentz.
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| the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow |
[01 May 2007|10:05pm] |
i am done with college. i still can't get over it. sunday night i pulled an all-nighter in order to finish the two papers that were due yesterday. i began studying for my final approximately 2 hours before taking it. so, basically, i finished college in far less than perfect form, but whatever. f that. at the end of my last class, we did course evaluations, and as i was doing it, i was struck by the fact that this was my last piece of class-related paperwork and i scribbled THE CLASS WAS GREAT, put my pencil down and yelled OH MY FUCKING GOD I AM DONE WITH COLLEGE. it was a glorious moment.
from there, i went to celebrate with a dosa, but he was out, so i got vegan cookies and enjoyed the deliriously warm weather. i also went and bought myself a tshirt because i had sweated through my shirt and sweater and it was gross. then i went and got drunk with my coworkers, and then went BACK to campus to go to the strawberries and champagne toast. i was already druuuuuuuuuunk (i accidentally drunk dialed lena and talked to her for 2 minutes before i figured out it was her and not lauren, who i had meant to call initially), and kept dropping my platefuls of cheese and strawberries. when the champagne came out, i went back for seconds, thirds, fourths... etc. john sexton came out for the toast when i was on glass five. i yelled inappropriate jeers at the class president (something to the tune of "wow that stomach stapling paid off, huh bailey?"), and when john sexton finished his speech, i ran up and said PRESIDENT SEXTON MAY I HAVE A HUG AND A PICTURE. so there is a shitty cameraphoto of me and the president of new york university where i am shiiiiiiiiiiiitfaced.
following my moment of glory, i proceeded to mock my peers, consume more champagne, and finally made my way back down to the park with marci, jonelli, and sam. we went to the library to see maya and then tony, and i spent my time in bobst drunkenly pointing at studying students saying "fuck YOu fuck YOU fuck YOU fuck YOU HAHA I AM DONE." i flipped off an asian doing calculus. genius. no. GLORIOUS.
then we went and drank more at a pub, and i repeatedly tried to kick in the door of the girl's bathroom, assuming that the reason it wouldn't open was because it was just stuck. then a girl walked out, terrified.
afterwards, we went back to the park, and i saw a rat, and i chased it. zig zagging and all. i got LED lights from the urban barn raising, and walked up to union square while yelling I'M A RAVER and doing alex berger-esque twirls with the lights. then i told everyone about the time i had glow in the dark sex.
basically, it was a glorious night full of inappropriate shenanigans and lovely lovely booze. i look forward to many more nights like this.
FUCK YOU COLLEGE.
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| a lovely afternoon |
[24 Apr 2007|07:53pm] |
i went for a run this afternoon. i only did 3 miles, but hey, everybody's got to start somewhere right? on my way out a group of little kids started yelling at me, and i realized they were selling lemonade. i told them i'd buy some on my way home after the run. i ran to mccarren park and ran around the track there, enjoying the lovely weather, track meet, and numerous groups of dreamy soccer players training together. on my way home, some really hot black dude accidentally almost hit me with some plastic thing he was trying to throw at another dude, which earned me an "oh my god miss i'm sorry!" and a swooooooooooonworthy smile. back on bushwick, the little kids saw me and said THE LADY CAME BACK and sold me a cup of lemonade and a cup of iced tea for 50 cents. i sipped the top of each as i walked and got them down to the point where i could mix them into an arnold palmer. then, a block away from home, some rando white dude clinked my cup with his big ol' foam cup of booze and it was adorable and dainty even though i was sweaty and gross.
now SVU and wayyyy too many pan di stelle cookies. these are the cookies from italy that were advertised as a delicious and nutritious breakfast for children (or adults) with a cup of juice and milk or coffee. i found them for sale at the bedford cheese shop. i'm a happy lady.
ilu brooklyn!
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| done (partially) |
[17 Apr 2007|09:33pm] |
so you know that scene towards the end of charlotte's web where they are at the county fair and charlotte has just spent all night making her egg sac? wilbur wakes up and sees her and asks her what it is and she says 'it's my magnum opus' and he doesn't know what she means and she says 'it is my greatest work' and she is so exhausted from all of her hard work that she lays down and basically just dies once she knows wilbur has been saved?
i feel kinda like charlotte. except i don't really think of my thesis as my magnum opus in the sense that i hold pride in it, i just know how much goddamned work went into it. and wilbur isn't safe yet, so i'm not allowed to lie down and die yet. not until after my presentation on friday.
here is the upside: after the weeks of stress eating and weight gain, once i hit last week, the stress got to that wonderful point where i basically stopped eating almost altogether and my body was running at a higher metabolism, so i dropped five pounds and am back to normal.
here is the downside: in forgetting to eat, i think i got anemic, because i have been getting hella lightheaded every time i stand up. i'm taking iron pills now (thanks julie!!) so i don't pass out like that time when i was a freshman.
anyway, i am done with the writing. my egg sac was 50 pages in all.
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| define "stress eating"... |
[03 Apr 2007|06:17pm] |
dear god STOP ME. i bought tofu pups on the way home cause i wanted a hot dog. i bought some red bull cause i am gonna need it desperately. for dinner i made 2 hot dogs and i had a banana and a red bull. i am now tempted to consume the rest of the tofu pups (6 left). and the rest of the red bull (3 left in the fridge, one in my room). and more bananas (3 left that i bought, 2.3 left that ben or julie bought).
if i didn't need my hands for typing this thesis, i would cut them off to stop me from feeding myself. instead i'm gonna have a glass of milk. and then one of chocosoy. and then who knows what else.
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| another omnibus update |
[30 Mar 2007|10:22am] |
i can't believe i just used the word omnibus. this thesis... god damn. anyway, i have not updated in a very long time, and thus i shall record the many events and occurrences that have shaped my life recently.
1. the thesis: if it wasn't bad before, it certainly is now. after months of struggling to get support and assistance from my advisor on the statistical analyses, they are now complete (...for the final time, after bumbling my way through many failed attempts) and show that i literally have NO significant results to talk about. i mean, okay, there are group differences, but that was already known. so now my thesis is no longer about cocaine and depression, as evidently, in these trials, depression was not an important variable. neither was craving level, gender, cultural background, and for the most part, medication condition. my thesis is now about how treatment-seeking individuals in a clinical setting will in general, show at least some improvement. OH WOW, GREAT CULMINATION OF COLLEGE. i have to give a poster presentation and i think i am just going to print my poster over a giant image of leonardo dicaprio to distract from the fact that no one gives a shit.
2. employment: the meental health clinic where i've been interning offered me a full-time position post-graduation. i'll be a clinical research coordinator (which is pretty ridiculous considering the fact that i just spent this year bemoaning how much i hate research, and how useless going through the motions of this thesis will have been for my career). my first study is a medication treatment study for meth addicts. holy crap is that ever ironic. anyway, it is structured almost identically to the study i just analyzed for my thesis. i start my trainings soon, which include BRENDA behavior therapy, SCID diagnostic interviews, and PHLEBOTOMY (blood drawing omg blood drawing). i love that working at a mental health clinic gives my co-workers the illusion that i am comparatively normal, and thus a reasonable candidate for drawing the blood of others. in any other situation, people would be like WTF ARE YOU THINKING DON'T GIVE THAT GIRL A NEEDLE. anyway, i also get health insurance, and the best part: TUITION REMISSION so if i decide i want to take some classes i can FO FREE, and if i do eventually go back there for the drama therapy masters, i can do so part-time and not have to pay for it. schweet.
3. graduation: it is not g-d soon enough. hurryhurryhurry. f the stupid cap and gown junk. f madison square garden (i graduate there... awk...) my parents are coming. FREE FANCY MEALS. and you know, hugs and love and all that junk.
4. weight: i have been stress eating ;__; i can't wait till post-thesis exercise and marathon training.
5. marathon: did i mention i want to run the 2008 marathon? i'm joining ny road runners and starting training as soon as i have no school.
6. spring break: i realized that nobody who does not have a facebook knows about the events of spring break 2k7. it started out hella awesome with a road trip to ft. myers beach, florida with lena, jesse, and boyf. this could technically be a post of its own, but oh well. we had lots of mini-adventures and the best one was when we really wanted chinese food in north carolina but had no working knowledge of north carolina or any of its cities, and i google texted "chinese food, fayetteville NC" and then called the restaurants while we were on the highway and asked for directions. most had no idea what we were talking about (omg real chinese folk in the south??) and one gave us really long, complicated directions through a town we had never seen before. somehow i navigated us skillfully to said restaurant, only to discover it was a fairly sub-par chinese buffet. kinda gay but whatever, it was serious triumph. after 24 hours, we reached ft. myers beach, slept for 4 hours, and got to the beach. i met tony's famiry (omg cutest monster sister ever) and over the course of 3 days we got really drunk, really brown, and then really burnt. we also ate some pretty nasty food. note to florida-- i know you have citrus, but everything else your people eat sux. get some mexicans. then we were going to go to orlando and disneyworld, but instead, i crashed our car badly enough to warrant assistance from the fire department and ambulance. lena had to go to the hospital, jesse got nasty bruises and seatbelt marks, tony got punched in the face by the airbag, and i burnt the shit out of my wrist. luckily, that was it though, and we are all fine. minus tony's car, which was totaled, but thankfully can and will be repaired with insurance money. needless to say, spring break was ruined, and as a result of my fuck-up, i did not get to go to disneyworld, or south of the border (amazing theme part at the border of s and n carolinaz), or meet paula deen in savannah, or flash the white house. my bad.
here are links to a few of the pictures (jesse posted most of them and i can't link to his albums):
north carolina rest stop
florida + car
7. the arcade fire: i am not going to see them because uhhh ticketmaster sux and it fucked up and i did not manage to get tickets because yet again all 3 shows sold out within about 1.5 minutes.
8. tv: i am obsessed with national geographic channel. i watched the documentary on multiple births last night (FINALLY!!!) and it was so amazing. i was alternately mesmerized and disgusted at the images. babies are so cute/gross as fuck. c-sections: toooooooooooootally gross. literally i was yelling GROSS GROSS THAT IS DISGUSTING KILL ME EW as they carved this bitch up jack-o-lantern-style and then reached inside of her body and pulled out screaming fetus after screaming fetus after screaming fetus. cahuenga blvd will just have to open some extra lanes for my kid[s]. (<----EVIE LOOK WHAT I DID THERE)
9. babysittin' kids: totally awesome. i love thems. i will miss getting to play all day and get paid for it.
10. drinking: i love this. monday i went to a bar where all of the drinks made with cachaça were free. many many strawberry caipirinhas were consumed.
11. TMNT: i have seen this movie twice now. embarassing? kinda. but i got to be in press photos for an early screening with donatello and leonardo. omg it was awesome, me and the turtles. i don't know too many people who can say they got to be photographed with their childhood heroes. or how many new yorkers can say they have seen the turtles walking in open daylight on 59th (or 57th i don't remember) and NOT even heading for a manhole to go back to the sewers. i have. i have cameraphone pictures to prove it. i win.
FIN.
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| poll results |
[21 Feb 2007|03:25pm] |
so the voting was close, and leaned in favor of hitler, but after watching him for a few days i decided he is wayyyyyyyyyyyy not a hitler. looks can be deceiving and i think he is definitely a fidel castro. he gets a little snappy and likes to do his own thing, but is clearly still unsure of how the system works (omg my fishtank is a metaphor for COMMUNISM) and sticks close by khruschev when he needs some support.
so, fidel castro, welcome to my fishtank. i hope you live a long and happy life and do not die of cancer. i'll keep my grandfather as far from you as humanly possible. (p.s. real fidel castro, please do not die yet, i am working on my dual citizenship so i can come meet youuuuuuuuu asap<3<3<3<3<3<3<3)
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| voting time |
[17 Feb 2007|02:44pm] |
i realize this is the worst voting demographic in the country, but i really am at a loss and need help.
as some (or most) of you may know, i have named all of my fish after soviet leaders and premiers. at present, my goldfish is khruschev. for some time now, i have wanted to get a darker goldfish, and name him fidel castro, and have a cuban missile alliance tank (i am going to make some missiles and junk to stick in the tank). so yesterday, after a long and shitty day, i went in search of a fidel. he is a pretty cool looking little dood, and although he is a dark reddish orange, his fins are tipped black, and he has a black streak from his head reaching up his back onto his dorsal fin. i thought it was pretty tight, so i said YEAH THAT ONE, but then when i looked at him post-purchase, i noticed something...
he has a HITLER MOUSTACHE (p.s. that is khruschev looming largely in the background. he is a hoss now. also pardon the blurriness- my cameraphone is not great and the water is cloudy due to some gross bacteria that won't leave.)
my dilemma is pretty obvious i think. do i name him fidel castro as planned, and some day get myself a kennedy, or do i just accept that this fish is clearly a hitler and just live with an anachronistic tank???
PLEASE VOTE ON MY NEW FRIEND'S NAME:
1. FIDEL CASTRO
2. ADOLF HITLER
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| because valentimes is exbf times |
[14 Feb 2007|04:27pm] |
JOSE AVILA-MARTIN, WHERE IN THE WORLD ARE YOU??? i was just thinkin about you cause i was talking to mica about the wedding singer, and then i remembered how you used to make me do the george thing in 8th grade (to everybody else: do not ask, i'll NEVER TELL). then i looked you up on f-book and m-space and you are nowhere to be found.
HOW WILL I EVER FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENED TO MY FIRST BOYFRIEND, THE ONE WHO BROUGHT A CORSAGE TO ANOTHER GIRL AT THE 8TH GRADE DANCE???
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| happy accident |
[05 Feb 2007|11:54pm] |
last week i fell off of my bike when i slipped on an ice patch and i scraped my knee open, something that has not happened to me since 10th grade when i fell over the hurdles on my first day of track (an action that resulted in the present patches of slight scarring on my knees). at the time of this fall, i felt pretty exhilarated, because it brought back all of these sensations of childhood-- a mixture of adrenaline, pain, desire for my mommy to kiss it and make it better, and nostalgia for the days when i rode my bike around the neighborhood and falling was more than just a commonplace occurrence. afterwards, i felt kindof like a badass, because i had to get straight onto the subway with my jeans ripped and blood-stained, and repair myself with a band-aid and some neosporin through the gaping hole in my pants while on my way to work, plus my lip was bloody cause i accidentally ripped a piece of skin off earlier that morning, and the babysittin' kids were like WHOAAAAAAAA when i showed them my battle wound. or 4-year-old was at least.
BUT THE BEST PART DID NOT ARRIVE UNTIL TODAY: my scab is getting ripe for the picking. i already got some edges. this is going to be the best week ever. heart scabs forever and heart shiny brand new light pink skin.
i don't think i've ever been so pleased with an injury.
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| also here are is my black history month-related post |
[29 Jan 2007|01:13am] |
1. maya angelou is the most amazing human being on the planet. more amazing than anybody else. the iconoclasts special with her and dave chappelle made my heart leap, although not quite as much as the snow.
2. have you read "white" by richard dyer? it is honestly one of the most fascinating pieces of writing i have read in my entire college career. it makes wonderful sense and i think its got some incredible ideas that everyone in the world should consider if we are ever to attempt further equalization of different peoples on earth. i recommend that everyone read it, even if you hate school and academia and reading. even if you are completely politically and socially apathetic. it is important. read it. please.
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| Ok I do this every year |
[29 Jan 2007|01:12am] |
but whatever.
ITS SNOWING. AND STICKING. 12:45 AM AND I MADE A SNOW ANGEL IN THE COURTYARD BETWEEN THE APARTMENT BUILDING AND MY HOUSE. SNOW BOOTS TOMORROW AND SO MUCH FUN.
lovelovelovelovelovelovelovelove swoooooooooooooooooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnnn snow.
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| DREAMGIRL: |
[17 Jan 2007|10:09am] |
i was at backesto park by my old house in san jose, and the ice cream truck kept going by. it was hot, so i asked the man what kind of popsicles he had. he was in a rush so he let me get into the truck with him to pick one myself, but we kept traveling around the park, and i noticed that everyone in the world was coming out for ice cream, and most freqently indian (gandhi dot, not feather) businesspeople. they were frolicking in the streets waiting for the ice cream truck (which was really kindof a bus... one small freezer and then a lot of seats for people). i was narrating the scenario in my head, and said "it was the hottest day in the world...hot enough even for the indian suits to come out of their mundane little cubicles seeking relief in the form of ice cream." afterwards in the truck, and then on the sidwalk, i kept trying to zip myself into a sleeping bag that was red and black, and when it zipped it folded in half so my feet and the top of my head were close together. while i did that i kept singing "fame" to myself, and suddenly tony appeared and was yelling at me saying "STOP DOING THAT YOU ARE HURTING YOURSELF."
also, when i woke up i was incredibly disappointed in the dream-ice-cream-man for not having had grape juice bars or lotsa fizz tablets. only bomb pops and mexican paletas. even the ice cream truck of my dreams isn't the ice cream truck of my dreams ;__;
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