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Saturday, November 11, 2000
So I know my first survey flopped--but here is one that I want all y'all to answer to. And there is no need for that modesty thing to get in the way here. And I am serious---this is to all the readers and bloggers of this site man. I spoke with my bro and T tonight, who have a baby name picked out, but they are keeping it a secret so that it will be a surprise. So here is my question to you: what do you think that the baby's name will be? Use your creativity here people!! You can post with the answer, or plug it into the guestbook
posted by Record Album
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argh...twisted emotions, dizzy head, unable to discern rational feelings. fucking menstruation gets you every time.
so i just watched the ghostbusters by myself cuz last night's conversation with those boys got me jonesing for it. i enjoyed it thoroughly, as usual. except that this time during the final scene in which ernie hudson (winston), arises from the ashes, covered in marshmallow man mucus, and raises his hands, smiling, to yell, "i love this town!", i started to cry. they were tears of pure empathy and understanding. i am such a nerd. i just called mark and he is blowing me off in a very upsetting manner and now i am very pissed. i was talking to him and he's not paying any attention or is actually speaking real sentences and he's like, "i dont know if im gonna come down cuz i kinda wanna find this girl, if you know what i mean." um..hmm..let's see. if i know what you mean. i love when people put that into converasation. as if their base instincts weren't painfully obvious. so im talking on the phone with him and he's all, "im confused about what to do", and im all, "whatever". that's another one of my faves: im confused. yeah, well, we're all confused. cry me a river. my face got really hot when i was talking to him on the phone and i dont like the implications of such an involuntary, physical reaction. dammit. dammit. dammit to hell. why cant i just find bill murray? and more importantly, what is behind my ridiculous yet unwavering belief that bill murray, in particular, is the answer to all my problems? eh, gotta have something.
posted by vic
@ 21:33
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Saturday mornings are by far my favorite time ever. Wake up leisurely around noon, shower- or not, and just putz around doing whatever, drinking hot tea and playing ELP really loud. mmmm...
the gang and I went to a new place for session last night. We went to a paved bike path in the middle of a field. I have never seen the moon so bright. It was like there were street lights, but there weren't, it was just the moon, man. really cool... Also really cool: roommate's gone for the weekend, but I have to watch her fish/frog. which means something will go wrong because something always goes wrong with those bastards as soon as she leaves. I shit you not, I just looked over at them and one is trying to swim upside down. little fuckers are always trying to get me in trouble. When she got back last weekend she noticed that the heater had come unplugged- i had nothing to do with it! but on the note she left me yesterday she wrote, "try not to let the heater come unplugged this time." whatever. ....My mom called this morning, after I had talked to her for a long time on thursday, to tell me she found a kitten outside and brought it in. It is about 3 or 4 pounds, but has already managed to take over my cat's favorite sleeping box and scratch the hell out of my dog. Second weird phone call of the day: random girl from crew calling (she got my number from another girl who I'd prefer to never see again) to see if I wanted to go see a swimming meet. The only time I saw this girl outside of crew was a lesbian concert in a coffee shop- something I was cornered into doing with other girl- the one a never want to see again- because the musician went to grade school with her (I just found out from a 3rd girl that the one I never want to see again thinks we're long lost sisters. rrrright.) . So, now i'm wondering why she wants to hang out with me. I told her that I was gonna go out to breakfast with some friends, but then I was putting myself back under house arrest because I have a million drawings to finish. She answers this with something I can't remember- it was tricky, something like, "well, does that mean you won't be busy tomorrow?" it was really strange and persistant. So she gave me her phone number and she wants me to call her tomorrow so we can do something. ehhhh... I don't give off lesbian vibes, do I? oh well... I hope my "I love cock" t-shirt is clean....if not I'll just wear the one that says, "i only love my vagina."
If you've never heard it, I want you to find a copy of and listen to Lucky Man by emerson lake and palmer. enjoy.
posted by K-Lo
@ 15:13
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Vicki's blog just made me really miss America--that and the fact that I hung out with a bunch of American's last night--fresh from the states! God, there was this one kid Mikey---an Irish kid from Queens who was trying to fight everybody. He reminded me so much of the neighbors. Today, I went to my volunteer "friendly visit" with my old homie, Marie. We go out to coffee and run into a cronie of her's who says "Marie, how are your children? Oh, we call her dog and cat her children" and then Marie says "I call them my bare naked ladies because I don't have to clothe them". (apparently my homie is hip to pop culture or something) Later she tells me a story about this lady who said to her "Marie, I like your hair, but I hate your clothes" to which Marie said "next time I come here I'll make sure to be in the nude"----Man I love old people. Every saturday that I have had to wake up (just 2) I'm all pissed about waking up, but after I leave her place, I feel so full of love for humanity.
posted by Record Album
@ 14:15
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hooooly shit...i can barely type but i better get some of this down before i fall asleep and forget it all like the wonderful strange fruit it is.
so becky ditched me but i wasnt mad. i get a cab and the moron driver takes me to 416 E. 14th instead of west and im left standing in front of this church in this less than desirable area with my virgin-whore gear on. i see a bunch of kids in the alleyway, building some sort of skate ramp and i ask them where 416 is. they ended up being really young, fabulous new york kids and they were extremely helpful. one of them really reminded me of zaya and the rest were just a motley of typical hardass new york characters. you can tell a kid is from here when they say, "no, you gotta go to de oter river. you cant walk dat. dese are avenue blocks". it was precious. they had to be about 14. so i left them and hailed another cab to take me back past where i started from and west into the meatpacking district. and you can tell it's the meat packing district when you get there. raw meat hits you right in the face. i felt like upton fucking sinclair. i'll probably get consumption now.
i knew everything was going to be alright when the cabby turned up that fabulous "do you think youre better off alone" techno song. god, i love that song. i thought about marisa cuz i think she shares this guilty pleasure.
i got to the club and when i walked in there was no band playing but there were a bunch of extremely hip grownups drinking. i spotteed dave hillyard so i knew i was in the right place. god bless it when the band is at the bar before they play.i hugged the back wall and my bottle of 3 dollar water(the only thing i could buy) for a while. a nice, fun rockabilly band opened up, but they were less than nothing compared to what was about to occur.
the greatest moment of my life occured when i went to the bathroom and none other than vic ruggiero himself was standing and checked me out not once, not twice, but OH THREE TIMES PEOPLE! once while he was hugging who i believe to be "the wix" (slackers fans only will know this) after she was scolding him and he said, "i want to have fun. i wanna be able to just have fun". it was the sexiest damn look ive ever recieved. well, that was till i realized that maybe he was looking at me because i was waiting outside of the bathroom door thinking it was locked when really it was just an outer door that had many stalls inside and i wasnt pulling hard enough, geekcore that i am.
the show was fucking incredible as usual. this, however had to be the best show i have ever seen. i know that i say this about every new show i go to, but i am serious this time. only the slackers can top themselves now. they are the hardest working band in show business. ive been to good concerts, but this was an all-out, balls to the wind, one-love fest. i danced harder than i ever have in my life. i was sweating in places i didnt know existed. my entire head was soaked. turns out people dont skank in nyc, but me and this large fellow who kept trying to give me the eye all night skanked ourselves silly. it was just beautiful. they had a speacial guitarist with them who they described as "the man from the planet where there are only guitars" and that was dead-on. the cooler is small so there was only one girl in front of me and then the stage. and i finally got my wish. a band member openly flirted with me from the stage. glen pine, the sexiest motherfucking trombonist to ever walk the face of the earth, got up in my face and sang looking right at me. it was like heaven. i know you may all think that i am exaggerating because i thought tori amos was looking at me from 50 rows away, but i shit you not. when you're in front of the stage you can tell. slap my ass, glen, and call me a groupie cuz i want your baby! speaking of ass slapping, he did a very suave ass-slap move at me too. heeheehee...he's from boston and looks extremely irish. he can do anything he wants.
the difference between an eh/good musician and a great fucking performer is that a good musician looks like he's having sex with himself when he plays his instrument, an incredible musician looks like he's making sweet, sweet, musical love to you.
there are certain bands that are meant to form in order to unite people. sublime is one of these. the slackers are definitely another. to witness a room being enveloped in pure love is the most incredible thing and i am so thankful i got to see it.
on the way out i found a bunch of boys from NYU and asked if i could walk with them. they were cool and we talked all about ghostbusters all the way to 14th and 5th. i have been waiting for this day my whole college career. i left them off there and walked the rest of the way home alone in the rain, relishing in the sweetness of the evening.
things i learned that dont fit anywhere else:
1. i dont need drugs/substances when im alone. i think i smoke pot a lot to cope with other people. this is a tad frightening cuz i live in a city of what, 2 billion? when im by myself, im in a wonderful, adventure world of excitement and happiness. it's actually really great to realize this. i dont need to keep desperately searching for someone else to show this to me. i've got me and i like me best anyway!
2. there are certain people that you can watch move and know that you would have great sex with them. compatible movers = good sex. i would have great sex with glen pine. heeheehee. we dance alike. that's all im saying.
3. i will end up with an irish boy. there. im writing it down. this is kinda an established fact though, i guess. we all knew it was coming, now it's on virtual paper.
4. i need to get out more. this was the greatest thing ive done for myself in months.
goodnight all my friends. may you all have wonderful weekends. i love you all!
posted by vic
@ 01:52
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Friday, November 10, 2000
well, mike may be going to see p-funk, and my friend mark is at james brown (!), but i, my friends, am off to see the fabulous, incredible, ska-licious slackers and i could not be more excited. becky, chris and i are going to the cooler to see them which is an adventure in itself since the cooler is in the infamous meat-packing district which has gone through mad changes in the past years. this area used to be a duh, meat-packing area which was then overrun with hookers and other red-light things and has just been revamped into an ultra-hip, up and coming, god bless gentrification type of place. oh god, i can hardly wait. the blasted opening act doesnt start till 10 and the slackers dont come on till 11:15 (people!) so i am sitting on my hands, listening to "the question" (yes, mark, i know you hate it, but i really like that album!), chain-smoking like a chimney and filling my head with ridiculous fantasies involving vic ruggiero asking me up on-stage to skank and then running away with me after the show. shit, i dont even need to run away with him - one night would suffice. now THAT'S getting some rock-star lovin'. mmmmmm...
im getting all nostalgic over the last time mike and i went to see them at the fireside. what a great night. we were seniors and it was second semester so we didnt care that it was a school night. it was a great fucking show, one of the best ive ever seen. they did an encore (rrright..encore at the fireside. more like they got off the stage, stood in the lanes for a second and came back on) of "when the saints go marching in" and they all got off stage and went through the crowd singing. they covered the entire 50 feet of the whole joint. there was a girl who looked like she was straight outta the crackhouse in front of me and she had a sweater hanging off her shoulder which revealed this huge, bizarro, self-done anarchy tattoo. neither she nor her boyfriend (complete with creepy pre-pubescent molester mustache) ever moved even though the whole damn place was dancing. i hope the people dance in nyc, cuz im going to be, and it's more fun when everyone will get their groove on. we saw roy at that fireside show (of course, how can you miss him) and later i cut him off hardcore on fullerton prompting him to give me a downright evil look. but you know, im sure all the pretty, thin, teenaged, white girls in his car took his mind off the incident. what is up with that guy and young white girls anyway? we also saw monica lurking around john ciba (surprise again) and after i realized she had been giving me the death stare for ten minutes i managed to say "hi". this was after the dale scandal. he was there too, but i didnt see him and only learned that after a report from frankie. oooh, what i wouldnt give for a faux-dramatic run in these days. i miss that bullshit. the only mildly upsetting run ins i have here are when i see that damned 8th floor boy in the elevator and he shoots me a "dont like me!" look or when my dad calls and im high. neither really count for much since when hasn't my dad walked in and found us stoned? (garfield? pointer sisters? scrambling to shove dame edna under the porch stairs? jamming cale, antoine and the potato out the back door? ooh, if he only knew! good times)
now im getting nervous about where the hell becky is. she better get her boyfriend-toting ass home soon!
i walked down 6th avenue in my cute, little ska outfit (gotta do it. it's my first show here!) and i got much attention from the local drug dealers on that street. then when i was standing outside, smoking a cigarette, the guy who works in the cafeteria at the pan-geos stand walked by and said, "wooo...you are looking mighty..hiissss...vivacious tonight." hahah! the difference between high school and college: it is perfectly acceptable for administration and workers for the school to hit on you. in fact, i think it's encouraged here.
becky just called me and said she's not going. damn her. oh well, now it will be much more easy for me to pick up the band! muwahahha! time to get back into groupie mode...it's like i never left.
posted by vic
@ 20:04
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Guess who's going to see P-funk tonight? awwww yeah.
posted by rayve nation
@ 15:24
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a downright wonderful night, i've had. im reluctant to give it up and hopefully, since i just saw mark and he was making extreme "im coming up! help!" faces, it might not be done yet. so im gonna sit here with my half empty bottle of tequiza and smoke a cigarette and listen to badfish. WHY OH WHY DO I HAVE FRIDAY CLASSES? IT'S THE BANE OF MY EXISTENCE!
feeling downright good right now.
i saw loren nunley today in the lobby and it was this extremely weird portal back to high school. i loved it. he was with some other ignatius kid i didnt know but it was just so fucking great to see their fresh faces. they're all, "man, i cant WAIT to get out of ignatius" and im all, "man, you've got noooo idea!" (but in my head..rrright).
so we watched er and deanine had the brilliant idea to get drunk. so we walked over to the bodega and after much harrassment (including a warning about what to do if the police saw us with the beer - "i dont know where i got it, officer!") we walked home with the goods. aaron came over a little later and that of course changed everything but i think it might all work out for the better.
yip yip.
this is the worst thing ive ever written on here. blah blah blah. oooh drinking and blogging - why wont i ever learn?
i do love you all though. that much is true. and 11 days till i get home and squeeze all of you repeatedly until you burst (just like with my cat!). goodnight all my friends.
posted by vic
@ 00:38
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Thursday, November 09, 2000
Oh short circuit is brilliant! Um, I guess vicki's not the only one who can do whippets and blog.........(that means I just did whippets and am blogging for all you slow one's)
posted by Record Album
@ 15:29
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Short Circuit 2!
posted by marko
@ 10:58
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Wednesday, November 08, 2000
i havent written in a while, and i dont really feel like it now either. im a little cracked out/disoriented from last night and my little magic fungi excursion. woooaah man...and you thought it was going to be a smack-free tuesday (that one went out to my dead homie, matt hayslip). yeah, so ive neglected my work all week and i dont think that's going to change anytime soon. i swear, i leave for one weekend and when i come back i feel like i have no responsibility to my education. hmph. blech. marisa's computer is broken, that's why she hasnt been around internet stylee.
12 days till thanksgiving. that's all im saying people. 12 motherfucking days.
steph, are you going to be a boxer like im going to be a ballplayer? i heard that movie sucked. i'll have to check it out for myself now. bleep bleep work and sleep.
posted by vic
@ 23:16
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Oh woman, I just saw Girlfight and I'm gonna be a boxer! Yeah, you might not believe me, and I might not believe me, but it's gonna happen!!! It is the fucking greatest movie ever! It's so great, everyone should see it!!!! John, thanks for your vivid response, it's goin down in the books....
posted by Record Album
@ 22:32
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Asswiping: Ok, it's a fact of life. And there's nowhere you can go to read about proper procedure. Personally, I just wipe and wipe until there is no coloration on the piece of TP that I just used. Then I know I am dome. Sometimes, depending on my regularity, I only need to wipe once or twice. Other times it can take a lot more. But usually it stays under 6 or 7.
Does anyone know what they're going to do about those 3000 people in that one county in FLA?
posted by egeus
@ 21:18
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Karen, 2% isn't enough you doofus
posted by rayve nation
@ 16:51
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hey all...I noticed that nobody is responding to my survey...RESPOND! Don't be shy---everyone wipes their asses!! You're not alone!! In other news, I just came back from watching the elections, specifically CNN for 3 and a half hours, and I can't stand the fucking wait anymore. It's 246 Bush to 242 Gore, and I can't take it!!! Can't everyone just let Gore win already?! Did all of you vote? I'm a sucker and didn't register on time, but what can ya' do? I can't wait until thanksgiving now----I want it to be now! Yes, well, why aren't any of you suckers posting all the time like usual???? I have found the perfect propoganda song, entitled Meat is Murder by the Smiths...expect it on all mix tapes from now on
posted by Record Album
@ 00:26
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Monday, November 06, 2000
Alright kiddies, I'm makin' a survey of my own. My house is torn in two by this: Question one--how many times do you wipe your ass in one sitting--once or more? And second--how many squares of toilet paper do you use when you just pee? Please either e-mail me and please tell me, or post it, because half of the roomies are twice wipers and the other three are once, and some only use 2 squares of toilet paper when they pee! Thanks for the cooperation!
posted by Record Album
@ 18:52
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well, im back from my lovely weekend in new hampshire. i had a great time and learned a lot (traveling - the way to really learn). i really enjoyed every second of my visit - it was really great to get outta here. i could feel the hands of nyc tightening around my neck as i drove home. i think things are going to be different now though. i really do love this city and i really am meant to be here. this was also my first interaction with the outside world since college has started and that was really insane. the only people ive dealt with besides employees of restaurants and stores, have been intellectuals and students - which is NOT a realistic slice of the world. speaking of realistic - nyc is NOT. for as much as i (and everyone else who lives here) would like to believe that this is a more valid and more real existence, it is certainly not. i have to keep that in perspective because i think that truth is what will keep me from going insane.
perk of the trip (though certainly not the best part): a certain party gave me two doses of some magic friends to take back home. who knew id go on a family visit and come back with that? woohoo!
posted by vic
@ 18:17
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Sunday, November 05, 2000
My parents left today around 4:00. I guess it wasn't so bad. It was nice to see them again. On saturday night, I came to the slow realization that my dad is a functioning alchoholic (oops).
You know that feeling you got right after your parents left you to be on your own in college? you were like "shit, now I can be a baddass" And you know how that feeling wore off with time? well, when my parents left today, I got that feeling all over again. I can't wait till thanksgiving weekend!! life is so perfect.
posted by rayve nation
@ 22:30
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Oh man, I just had the best weekend. My friend (ukie) Marko came up for the weekend and we went to this Ukrainian dance. We just had pure fun this weekend---the type you have when you are a kid--fun with no politics! Speaking of which, if any of all y'all aren't voting for Gore, I WILL kick your arses---for Nader we'll make an exception...just don't vote Bush and stab me in the heart!!! 3 weeks till thanksgiving!!!
posted by Record Album
@ 13:50
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Oh man, I just had the best weekend. My friend (ukie) Marko came up for the weekend and we went to this Ukrainian dance. We just had pure fun this weekend---the type you have when you are a kid--fun with no politics! Speaking of which, if any of all y'all aren't voting for Gore, I WILL kick your arses---for Nader we'll make an exception...just don't vote Bush and stab me in the heart!!! 3 weeks till thanksgiving!!!
posted by Record Album
@ 13:50
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