I have decided that...

- being that I am entering the job market soon to pursue a "career" and that

- I write journal entries mostly for myself but sometimes just for those whom I am far away from to keep up to date on little goings on and that

- I often don't feel comfortable writing things about people I come into contact on a daily basis be those thing good or bad with the possibility of them seeing them without me knowing and it making awkward social happenings

...it is time to switch over to a friends-only account.


If you are a friend and do not have a lj account but wish to keep in touch since I will now be writing more often (hopefully) comment and i will set up an account specifically for those who don't want the trouble of an account/liability but still want access.


My next post will be my last for my friends only banner.

So... this is my fucking beautiful new bike. A 13"/33cm Trek 2008 Women's 7.2 Hybrid with Hard Case tires.

And tomorrow I'm going to fake trash it so that it will be less likely to be stolen.







If I had bought the $250 low end commuter from REI two hours away this would be a lot easier to do.





I also really want to watch my DVD that came with my bike, but my mac won't play it... *grumblegrumblergrumble*

Though I do admit the Runnig with Scissors is an awesome fucking movie and I am not ashamed to admit that I almost cried 3 times and actually did once.

I think that's all for today... Oh! Except that I got to spend the day cruising in the Yaris with my mom. Hell yeah I'm willing to admit that. My mom is the fucking BOMB!

I had a bad start.

I was up until 3am downloading albums of pictures of Dazza for work, which I didn't have to do, but I had waited up for Casey to call and then figured I may as well finish the page's worth of galleries.

I am SO DUMB.

I slept straight through my alarms (I know I set them before I went to bed) because 6 hours is apparently not enough for my body. :/ I got a wake up call and ran to work a half hour late. Brad and I took a walk in which I felt horrible about being late like I always do, but it was a little humiliating because he was so nice and covert about it. It wasn't until we were down the stairs and he said that it was because his office was not so private that the sinking feeling hit me. He asked if everything was ok and I responded that it was and that it's just that summer is so unregulated and up in the air. Before I left at 2 Meg and Marielle gave good advice that I should have something else to wake up for first. Though this time I had had a little extra internship I was supposed to do that I also slept through. I'm AMAZING aren't I!?

So I got home and snuck their location in central park from Anthony and told him I didn't know when I was getting off. A little time in the restroom and I had my hair "did" and my drag make-up done as per request and I was out the door.

I have to say I love the attention I get when I'm in drag. I'm not so naturally that everyone assumes I'm a guy but just enough to make them wonder and shake up some preconceptions. Drag is such a fun social experiment.

So I take the subway up and am almost ignored until Anthony picks me out on the path coming over towards them and waves. I hop the fence with the soda and Katie's present and it's hugs all around. Peter, Katie, Anthony and his sister are there.

With a laugh Katie opens her present (a book on making cocktails) which I got so that if I have dreams about my residents again she can be a little more sophisticated when she's drunk in them. lol. We just chilled and talked and laughed and remembered the good old times until Anthony had to leave and Ting finally showed up a little later and we became ribbon ninjas under the power invested on us by Anthony's ribbon wrappers from Katie's present.

There will be pictures on facebook.

From there Peter and Anthony's sister left for Saks (sp?) and Katie, Ting and I headed back for the subway. On the way there I knocked my head going under scafolding but was well prepared with an icepack from the cooler. Ting made a much bigger deal about it than it really was.

I'm going tomorrow to look at Laurel's bike that she would lend me for the summer. I really just want my bike back. I would also like all the stuff that was taken from my room in the VY back.

It's funny that I left my door unlocked a million and 2 times during the school year and nothing was stolen. I leave it locked for a week while I go to Canada and my good part of my life is stolen.

Why would someone steal these things? That's not really a good question cause there are a million reasons, but it seems like a better question to ask than "why did they steal those things from me?" because the first one actually has an answer. I guess whomever it was either steals now because it's what they do and they don't care about the people they steal from or they thought I was rich enough to afford a new one since it was a decent bike.

I thought maybe I could look at this as an opportunity to start over, but I really just want my old stuff back. I don't want my parents blowing their money on me. I want to support myself and be independent, but I don't have time with my internship and RA stuff and everything else. In honesty I also don't want to grow up. All I want is one more free summer, like one where I could just up and leave on a road trip for a week or something, ya know? I hate money because I don't want to live dependent on it, but that's what I'm going to end up doing. I will have no squishy jobs. I will always struggle to make the bills and stay out of debt (if I ever get out of the debt I have from deciding to go to SVA).

But money is no object and you have to follow your dreams and stuff, right?

Yeah, I guess...

Until, of course someone steals the bike your dad gave you (the only symbol of generosity in relation to not being super-hard-core-stingy about money) that you've had since ninth grade...

FUCKER

Tig signed my hat, my lucky hat. ...

And then I had pie and went to bed.

I had a lot more to say... but life is too busy

First full day in Toronto (after a full glass of white wine and 10ish hours of sleep) and I spend most of it indoors. Though from the others I hear that outside it I wasn't the cup o' tea weather we expected, but more like a real boiling cup o' tea. Inside of Bonnie and Tony's apartment (which is fucking beautiful) I finally have my computer running at average speed after hours of watching file transfers and 2 very panicy hours of believing that I had lost 40GB of transfered work (a good portion of which had been trashed from my HD).

At 3:30 we started to get ready for dinner and by 5:15 we were finally ready after my mom's paniced urgings for us to be out the door since we would surely be late. We were the first people their besides the hosts. I meet a LOT of family and 5 or so people I knew well through their mention and stories of them. The food was delectable!
The salad was rolled up in a cucumber that acted like a napkin ring and the dressing was kind of like thousand island. The main entree, salmon for me, we so delicious it was to die for. it had a flaky crust around the parimeter (like rice on sushi) and inside it in the center it had sauteed mushrooms and it was all over a delicioud gravy sauce. The greenbeen and grilled tomatoe were just as delicious. I love my family, but I really can't wait for dinner tomorrow night, haha.

Afterwards, Jamie and I had another dinner with our housing hosts, Bonnie and Tony, the Matza Pizzas (not-so-distant cousins on my mother's grandfater's side). They took us to Little Italy and we ended up at a place called Li'Ly (haha). The eggplant was delicious and I had my first martini, i think it was Pear Apple (various vodka like things flavored with pear, melon, and apple). the downstairs (where the bathroom was) was a dance floor in a low ceilinged space mostly black or dark brown with reds and rounded corners that made it look like an underground space ship.

After diner we walked around Little Italy and saw some interesting stuff. There were lots of cute patio bars, a couple in an old fashion light green VW Bug (that had a cylinder outside the side window horizontally that Tony found out was air conditioner), and lots of naked bikers. Wait.... WHAT!? Yes my friends 10-15 or maybe more naked bicyclers and many a cute girl among them. Bonnie explained they're a group who is trying to raise money... cool either way.

When we finally found the car we were all exhausted and ready to go home. And now... I am more than ready for bed.

Things seem to be going well. lets hope I don't jinx stuff.

I just got my hair did and it looks swell, I finally have a proper looking mohawk that is willing to stay up. Only issue is that it curls at the front just enough so it's like the opposite of the super man curl (not at all a pompedor though!! thank goodness)

My rubber tree plant, Hobbes, is thriving in the new environment of the new res. He's even grown a new leaf to start to recoup from the three he lost in vandy Y! He's such a cute little bugger. I also talk to him a lot more so it's better for both of us.

The internship I have with Drew at Blam! is amazing. He's really decided to take me under his wing and teach me everything he knows about going from the ground up. It's a much better ed-u-macation than most other internships give.

Speaking of other internships I do have the wonderful opportunity of interviewing for the editorial internship at Vertigo tomorrow. It's gonna be chill because I already know Shelly Bond, but I'm still pretty nervous about it. I'm thinking of spending the morning at the comic shop/book store refressing my memory of their history of comics.

I'm going to visit Kali again on Wed midday (I got to spend 7 whole hours with her on sunday!) and then head out to Jersey for dinner. On Thurs we leave for toronto! I'm kinda looking forward to seeing how many people/relatives I can weird out at the Bar Mitzvah, though I'm in much greater anticipation concerning the lesbian and gay film fest going on that weekend.

Crossing my fingers that this keeps up.

( The Story of Graduation )

Goodnight folks

Today I accomplished the feat of ultimate pale art freak in that I got sunburned on my forearms from spending three hours drawing outside for John's class at high noon. It was well worth it though because the drawings I did he said are one's he'd love to put in a show and that I will be proud of for years to come.

In other news I would like to say that I officially hate Advanced Copy Center and hope to god I can trick them into giving me a quote so that I can take it to Unique Copy so they can do the job. Viva la Inkstains!

Also I got to see Raina and Dave today... their married now-cool. Cartoonist love is so the way to go. they made a comic to give out at their wedding. I still feel really bad that I wasn't able to do something for them for a wedding present. Maybe something for their first year aniversary(sp?). I've always wanted to draw like Raina and have been totally inspired to do auto-bio comics by her which I hope to make up half of my senior portfolio. Dave I've alway thought of as a super sweet really intelligent guy, I really look up to him as an editor. I really feel him about art, we're both good but our styles don't seem to wow people the way other styles do.

To end the night Ting and I sang the TMNT theme song and she sang it in chinese. Plus now I know what my door decks are for next year since there will be four people in each suite. Score.