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Wednesday, November 4th, 2009
7:17 am	(Have I mentioned that I had a sleep study to try to figure out my bizarro chronic insomnia and it turns out that I have a moderate obstructive sleep apnea duing REM sleep, apparently because I have semi-large tonsils and a really high tongue and I'm choking on them when I'm sleeping and that's why I'm so goddamned tired all the time? Because all that is true. Don't laugh because right now I am so unhinged by exhaustion that I might track you down and smack the shit out of you. I nearly went apeshit on some woman on the bus yesterday because she was eating popcorn. I AM CRACKING UP FOR REAL.) (Oh and P.S. don't tell me about your own sleep apnea because mine is a SPECIAL GODDAMNED FLOWER because I am a normal-weight young woman who doesn't snore and no one can tell me what the FUCKING FUCK they're going to do to help me. AND DON'T YOU START GIVING ANY SUGGESTIONS EITHER. I WILL BITE YOU.) Here's a quote from Facebook because I'm too exhausted to type something new: "I feel like one of those really unethical Army experiments from the '50 on extreme sleep-deprivations. A piece of paper just fell on the floor and I nearly cried with the hopelessness of it all, and then I felt really guilty for being the kind of terrible person who lets things fall on the floor all the time. It might be funny if it weren't me... maybe. Maybe it would just be pitiful." In short, I don't feel so hot. Current Mood: exhausted (18 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, October 30th, 2009
4:53 pm	I think it's completely hilarious and awesome that over a year since my "Jeopardy!" episodes aired, they're rerunning them in some markets and people have actually been sending me nice little notes the second time around - it's like I get to relive my nerdlebrity heyday! Aaaaaaaaand it's Halloween, which I'm actually excited about for the first time in a long time. I have a touch of the panic disorder and tend to freak out in crowds, so holidays in the city whose festivities generally center around dark places crammed full of drunk people (see: Halloween, New Year's Eve, St. Patrick's Day...) are generally not my favorites. But we've got two fun parties to go to in somewhat more private venues, and for once I pulled out all the stops and actually committed to Sparkle Motion when it came to costumes. Which is to say, I'm not dragging my Dorothy costume out of storage for the fifth time. Tonight, we're going as Salome and the head of John the Baptist, and tomorrow, I'm going as a Playboy Club bunny and Dylan will be Hef (he gets to wear pajamas and a bathrobe all night, the lucky SOB). Yes, Halloween is the one time of the year I disregard every last one of my feminist principles, and yes, there will be photos. And if that's not an enticement for my ever-growing entourage of nerdlebrity appreciators to get on my LiveJournal friends list, then I don't know what is. Current Mood: bewigged Current Music: The Smiths, "Shoplifters of the World Unite" (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, August 22nd, 2009
1:20 am	A joyous Meredithmas and an exquisitely happy Boobsday to you and yours! Just got back from fried shrimp on the water in Brooklyn and a long scenic drive around the North Shore of Long Island, which was seriously about the 11th of 27th planned Meredithmas/Boobsday activities so far. Needless to say, we have a big big weekend of still more activities and tons of driving (oh, the driving) planned for the weekend, but I promise a miscellaneous update on Monday. Or, um, Tuesday. Something like that, anyway. Spend Meredithmas with someone (or at least some boobs) you love! Current Music: Weezer, "Buddy Holly" (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, July 10th, 2009
5:21 am	OMG boobs! I have to be at the hospital so early for my 7:30 surgery -- did you know they have 6 in the morning now? No lie. If Alaina ever needs surgery, I'll have to show up at, like, 4, just as a way to say thank you. If anyone asks, I was at a day spa. For a week. In my apartment. OMG OMG OMG y'all Jeopardy boobs! Current Mood: deliriously excited (14 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, June 29th, 2009
6:50 pm	OMG I've been waiting and waiting for the apartment to be presentable enough to post on Saucy Dwellings, and THAT DAY WAS TODAY: They like me! They really like me! Which is good, because putting up that damned wall decal on Saturday night nearly drove me into a catatonic state. Current Music: Gianny yelling at Mr. Gi, AKA Tiny Monster, AKA the Worst Pug in the World (10 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, June 8th, 2009
11:00 pm	I just posted this to the New Yorkers LJ community in a fit of EVIDENTLY MISPLACED optimism, but just in case anyone missed it and is SO TOTALLY DYING to go see the Decemberists with me on Wednesday at 8: "OK, who's coming to see the Decemberists with me on Wednesday at Radio City? My boyfriend has group psychotherapy class (yes, really) that he can't miss, and bizarrely, I can't convince any of the eighty-two billion people I actually KNOW on my Facebook to come with me. The tickets are "obstructed view," although who knows how obstructed that actually means, and may I remind you that this show is None More Sold Out? I'm asking face value ($39.50), plus the unparallelled joy of sitting next to me; alternately, if you decide I'm fun, you can take me somewhere after the show and buy me $39.50 worth of delicious cocktails (oh yes, I can certainly drink $39.50 worth of delicious cocktails). Message me or whatever and tell me you're not too crazy, and let's go get rowdy Decemberist-style, with lots of big words and droll imagery." APPARENTLY MY POST IS CUTE BUT NOT CUTE ENOUGH FOR ANYONE TO WANT TO GO SIT NEXT TO ME FOR TWO HOURS. Pleeeeeeeeeeeease come with me, somebody! I don't want to have to sit next to some stinkypants stranger from Craigslist, and I don't want to have paid $39.50 for my handbag to have its very own seat. Help me, LiveJournals!!! Current Mood: Decemberist Current Music: Cat Stevens, "The First Cut is the Deepest" (SO TRUE, YUSUF) (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 20th, 2009
1:20 am	I know that this isn't the standard of LiveJournalistic excellence that you should -- nay, must -- hold me to after five full weeks of silence, but it's Tuesday, it's 1:21 AM, I just got home, and I can't go to bed yet because this blog (yes, blog, and yes, this is another parenthetical, and yes, there may be more) won't let me. You probably all already know about it, because you're up on all the coolest things the kids are surfing on the World Wide Web these days, but Sorry I Missed Your Party will be consuming all of my free time for the foreseeable future. Because once I read through all the posts once, I think I'm going to need to read them all again. God, I'm glad we invented the blogging, if only for this: (Click for blogitudinal awesomeness. And yes, this is pretty much what my evening was like. Minus the parrot, but plus a nightclub inexplicably connected to a hamburger place. I'm happy there were no birds, but I do reek of french fries.) Current Mood: awake (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, April 9th, 2009
2:05 pm	It's beautiful here today, and since it also happens to (praise be to Jeebus) be the first day of my spring break, Bear-Bear and I went on a jaunt to the small dog run in Carl Schurz Park, which is just around the corner from where I live. ( We're on our way... ) Current Music: David Bowie, "Moonage Daydream" (12 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, April 4th, 2009
3:47 pm	The New York Couch Doctor is in my building's lobby right now, cutting my brand-new, stupidly expensive sofa into pieces in order to get it out of the service elevator and into my apartment. GODDAMN MY EXQUISITE TASTE AND ITS PREFERENCE FOR VERY PRICEY SOFAS THAT ARE AN INCH AND A HALF TOO LONG. Until the maneuver is complete, I am keeping the dogs in canine quarantine in the bedroom and drinking vodka-and-soda out of a pint glass. I'd be drinking it out of a bucket if I had a straw long enough. Dylan went down to meet the guys when they arrived (Half an hour from when I called and they said they'd be here in half an hour! Amazing!), and he was going to stick around and watch until they started unpacking their equipment and pulled out a bandsaw. Then he decided he just didn't have the stomach for it anymore. He's a braver man than I am, though, because he just announced that he's going to go out and get Diet Coke -- for more cocktails, natch -- and take a peek at how it's going. I told him to take pictures, because although I cannot bear to watch it while it's actually happening to my brand-new couch that if I have not mentioned was really quite expensive, I am fascinated by the idea of sofa surgery. Fascinated and HORRIFIED. I figure that when the couch is in safe and sound and reassembled and I have paid the nice sofa-disassembler man his insane fee, I'll be ready to look at the pictures. After a week or two of Xanax as needed. They're actually moving it in right now OMG, I can hear loud bangs and squeals, OMG I'm dying. OMG I CAN HEAR A NAILGUN. Current Mood: OMG OMG MY POOR SOFA OMG (11 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, March 25th, 2009
8:24 pm	DYLAN'S SORE BUTT SUPPORTS GAY RIGHTS... BUT NOT THE WAY YOU THINK: Dylan's Five-Boro Bike Tour Fundraising Page He's raising $500 to help the gays get married in New York State, and in return you get to think about him riding around all five boroughs in his tiny tiny little bicycling britches, just for you. (He does wear normal britches over the tiny britches, but still, the miniature pants are there. After 42 miles, you gotta have the ass padding.) He's going to have to fundraise his fingers to the very bone to get there by the beginning of May, so won't you please considering donating to this worthy cause? And by "this worthy cause," I refer both to the britches and to the whole marriage equality thing. Did I ever mention that I knew Dylan was the man for me because we went to see "Brokeback Mountain" on our third date and he cried like a lady? Just a little dating suggestion for all you heterosexual gentlemen out there. Current Music: Chuck Berry, "Maybellene" (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, March 21st, 2009
2:53 pm	If you're not on my friends list, you're missing out on photo posts this week! I pity the fool who's not on my friends list! Get with the program, suckas! !!! (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, March 18th, 2009
8:23 am	Taking a moment from the 8,000 things I have to do at work today to show you the hottness you miss when you miss your trip on the Dylan-'n'-Meredith Good Times Karaoke Party Train: CAN YOU SEE THE PARTY GOOD TIMES IN DYLAN'S EYES? Actually, it kind of sucked. At the point these pictures were taken, we had waited something like three hours to sing our damn songs, and my girl Heather didn't get to sing at all. And this was all before the fistfight broke out. Yes, a fistfight. Yes, at karaoke. No, I don't know either. Thumbs down, Top Tunes, located on E 53rd St between 1st and 2nd Ave. Thumbs way down. Oh oh oh anyways I want to do that thing where I take pictures of whatever you want me to take pictures of and then post them. What do you want to see? You are not allowed to say "Your boobs," even though I know that's the first thing I'd say, if I were you. (16 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, March 9th, 2009
9:23 pm	What's the best compliment you've ever received? Submitted By krizzzie View 501 Answers This one time a couple of years ago I was at a party with a bunch of Dylan's co-workers, and this girl Elisabeth -- who I really really like and I especially like when she's got a couple of drinks in her -- came wobbling over to me. She looked me very seriously in the eye and said earnestly, "I just want you to know that you are very well-liked." I told Dylan that I might have that embroidered on the waistband of my underpants or something, so I can take it with me always. Either that, or I'm going to get VERY WELL-LIKED tattooed in Gothic lettering across my abs like Tupac, I'm not sure which. It's only Monday, but today was the one of those days that feel like four separate days, so really it should be Friday. Speaking of Friday, I really want to go get my karaoke on this weekend. Who's in? Current Music: Jill Sobule, "I Kissed a Girl" (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, March 2nd, 2009
7:25 am	OH MY JEEBUS FIRST SNOW DAY IN SEVEN YEARS FINALLY ALL MY YEARS OF FUNDAMENTAL MORAL DECENCY HAVE PAID OFF GOING BACK TO BED NOW (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, January 18th, 2009
12:00 pm	1. I dropped a full sample vial of perfume on the bathroom floor a few days ago, and since that's the dog's favorite place to hang out in all the world, now one side of him reeks of Vera Wang. He smells like a well-dressed real estate agent, mixed with a liberal dash of Dog. Classy! 2. I've been trying to get a picture of my sassy new haircut for you, but for some reason I looked like Quasimodo in all of them. And now I'm having issues with the Mystery Exploding Eyeball again, so I'm definitely not letting anyone take my picture with one eye swollen shut, no matter how adorable the hair above that eye might be. (Actually, my morning prednisone is finally starting to kick in and the eye isn't SO bad, but my right eye is still visibly smaller than my left eye, which lends me an air of sort of dull-witted geniality. Dur hur hur hur.) Just picture short hair. It's cute. 3. How can there be such a huge difference between 6 mg of prednisone a day and 5 mg of prednisone a day that dropping down 1 DAMN MILLIGRAM makes my face explode? You probably absorb more prednisone than that in your drinking water every day -- it's an infinitesimal dose. But apparently that's all that stands between me and a future as a semi-professional sideshow freak (SEE the Amazing She-Cyclops of the Upper East Side! THRILL to her one giant eyelid! MARVEL at her incredible sensitivity to corticosteroids!). And now I'm going to have to go back to the neuro-ophthalmologist and let them poke me and prod me and shine horrible bright lights in my eye again, which sucks so bad. 4. Oh, yeah, Las Vegas. We went there. I had never been before, and it turns out I don't like Las Vegas, like, at all. Gambling doesn't really do much for me -- I like to keep my money, thank you, preferably changed entirely into dimes and kept in a giant vault where I can swim in it like Scrooge McDuck -- and overall I found the whole place enervating and creepy. I smelled like Marlboro Lights all the time, and if I heard the Wheel of Fortune theme come out of a slot machine one more time, I thought I was going to lose it. On the up side, being the alternate on the Tournament Champions meant that a. I got to see what's behind Alex Trebek's podium, and I don't mean that euphemistically, and b. I got a bitchin' t-shirt. ALSO I saw a lot of very disturbing downtown wedding chapels and I bought a very excellent souvenir piggy bank at the World's Largest Gift Shop. And I ate my weight in buffet food, which is pretty much the only thing you can do in Vegas that you can't do in Manhattan. 5. OH and speaking of eating my weight in steam-table french toast sticks, I can't do that anymore, because you know what? I finally decided what I'm going to do with my wheelbarrow of "Jeopardy!" money (I'm gonna put it in a wheelbarrow after I change it into dimes, so I can have it with me wherever I go), and the answer is... new boobs! Yes, America, I said it: NEW. BOOBS. Well, really I just want to have the old boobs taken in a bit -- I want to hike those puppies up before the effects of gravity are such that I can tuck them into the waistband of my pants because AMERICA I AM RAPIDLY APPROACHING THAT POINT YOU HAVE NO IDEA. So now I'm on the New Boobs '09 Diet Plan, because I want to be at my official fighting weight when I go in for my consultation with the boobtician in May. Needless to say, 14 french toast sticks at a sitting are not on the diet plan, so it's a good thing I got my french toast ya-yas out in Vegas. Eyeball smelly dog haircut Vegas boobs -- yes, I think that's everything. Current Music: Rilo Kiley, "Rock and Roll Suicide" (17 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, December 30th, 2008
7:43 pm	So! Internet. I bet you've been waiting with breath that is positively bated to find out What The Hell Is Wrong With Me, and -- finally! -- we think we know! I would say that I am 95% sure that we've figured out why I've felt so horrible for the last few months, and that in itself has been a huge relief. I got my blood test results back from the internist last Tuesday before we left for Christmas, and the only thing that was abnormal in the whole exhaustive panel were my vitamin D levels and my vitamin B12 level. Low vitamin D can cause depression and fatigue, so that sort of explains some of my symptoms. Vitamin D deficiency is evidently fairly common, and it's particularly unsurprising in my case because prednisone makes you not metabolize D properly; I have been taking a daily multivitamin and Tums for extra calcium (because prednisone also causes calcium malabsorption), but apparently I should have been taking a D supplement, as well. BUT. The B12 thing is weird. It's pretty much impossible for a normal, healthy person not to get enough B12 in her diet -- you only need, like, 2 mcg a day, which is really easy to get from meat, eggs, or dairy. Pretty much the only people who get dietary B12 deficiencies are really strict vegans, hardcore alcoholics who drink their meals, and old people who eat nothing but toast and weak tea. I fit into none of those categories. The only other possible reason to have a B12 deficiency is malabsorption, most commonly caused either by having had part of your intestinal tract removed or by having a lack of the necessary factor to absorb B12, as in pernicious anemia. Hm... Pernicious anemia, you say? Fatigue, weakness, clumsiness, hair loss, and chronic low-grade fevers, you say? Autoimmune condition, you say? And having one autoimmune condition predisposes you to other autoimmune conditions, you say? Why, they say that Mystery Exploding Eyeball Syndrome orbital pseudotumor is an autoimmune condition! And I have that! How... intriguing. With pernicious anemia, you can't fix the underlying malabsorption problem, but it's really easy to deal with the symptoms with B12 supplementation. They used to think that the only way to give people with pernicious anemia enough B12 that you could actually absorb adequate quantities was through monthly injections, but I guess now studies have shown that you can just take massive quantities of it by mouth every day and get the same effect. So I'm on a regimen of 2,000 mcg a day to try to get my reserves built back up and hopefully help me start feeling better. My internist also wants me to come in and get an injection, as well, to hopefully sort of jump start the process, which would be like a MAGICAL WONDERFUL GIFT FROM THE INFANT CHRIST HIMSELF IN THIS, THE FESTIVE HOLIDAY SEASON OF HIS PUTATIVE BIRTH. I was going to go do that tomorrow, but ironically, I think I'm too tired. Oh, and speaking of tired, never ever fly Delta, because they won't let you check your bag if you're five minutes late for the cut-off, even though you actually checked in at the self-serve kiosk more than half an hour earlier and are only late checking your bag because you just waited for 25 goddamn minutes in their goddamn line. And there will be no one in the entire insane chaotic concourse full of weeping, raging passengers to appeal this situation to, so you will end up racing to the rental car counter to pay approximately 12,000 American dollars to rent one of the last three rental vehicles in the entire airport in order to drive 10 hours from New York City to Pittsburgh, arriving at your mother's house at 6:15 AM on Christmas goddamn Eve after driving all goddamn night. Oh, how we hate Delta! But we're home now after a lovely holiday visit to Pittsburgh and points Kentucky-ward, and to Delta Airlines we will be writing a VERY STERNLY WORDED LETTER indeed. Don't they know I am afflicted with pernicious anemia? I am too weary and deprived of vital blood components for this drama! To summarize: 1. B12: Yay! 2. Delta: Boo! 3. Anemia: Pernicious! Current Mood: pale and weak Current Music: Mika, "Grace Kelly" (10 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, December 10th, 2008
7:12 pm	Holy crap, I just got a little crazy drying my face after taking a shower, and I nearly ripped half my nose off when one of the little terrycloth loops latched onto my nose stud. TOWEL DRYING IS DANGEROUS BUSINESS. I have many small news itemlets to share... 1. Next Wednesday I'm going to go get my thyroid checked out, to see whether I'm JUST tired and fat and balding or whether I'm tired and fat and balding and ALSO hypothyroid. I've been assuming that the prednisone is what's been making my lustrous locks come out in great disturbing fistfuls lately, but it seems worth checking to make sure it's not something else. Plus, as I was discussing with Kenn yesterday, it would be really nice to have a genuine medical problem on which to blame all of my less pleasant personal qualities. Don't blame me for being a chubby cranky forgetful mess -- blame my thyroid! Oh, that damn thyroid. Thyroid, thyroid, thyroid. 2. The only way I'm going to be on the "Jeopardy!" Tournament of Champions is if one of the contestants gets horribly injured or something, but I get an awesome trip to Vegas and some sweet sweet gamblin' money out of it. If someone on my Facebook takes my hint acts completely independently without my knowledge or consent and pulls a Gilooly with a retractable baton, though, I'm totally in. 3. Remember that Gilooly fellow? The Tonya Harding years were good times, am I right? 4. Dylan has a job lined up for next year when he finishes his residency, which is pretty exciting stuff. The commute to Brooklyn will take approximately 17 hours a day -- each way! -- but in exchange they will reward him with sack after sack of gleaming golden coins. I hope that he is prepared to support me in the style to which I intend to be accustomed. 5. Oh yeah, in other medical news, I finally got in to see my new neuro-ophthalmologist last week. (It makes me feel so glamorous to have my very own neuro-ophthalmologist, just like all the Hollywood movie stars.) I felt a bit like the Elephant Man, as various residents and attendings and fellows and physician assistants gathered around to refer to me in the third person as they Discussed My Case, but I feel like I'm in good hands. By now I feel like I've really gotten a handle on the options for neuro-ophthalmological care throughout the tristate area, so let me know if you ever have any kind of eyeball-brain-related problem, and I'll tell you who to call. Anyway, they've got me on a regimen to taper off the prednisone that's so complicated that I have to keep a chart on the fridge and check off the days as I go; this hopefully will keep my face from exploding while also preventing my bones from crumbling into dust. I apparently have some swelling in my right optic nerve, which is a fairly bad if not yet completely alarming thing, so I'm on mega-doses of ibuprofen to try to bring that down and also control my eyeball headaches. Oh, and I got to see an actual photograph of my own swollen optic nerve, which as you can imagine was a thrill. 6. If anyone ever wants to take a picture of the back of your eyeball, you had better make sure they have a damned good reason before you say yes. The flash really, really hurts, and it makes your eyeball start quivering in its socket as it tries desperately to escape, which is creepy. 7. I'm supposed to meet with people from the city tomorrow to discuss why they should give us $10,000 to replace our library security gates and keep the darling children from stealing all our books. I'm glad they're reading them, at least, but it gets tiresome to continually have to reorder all the good/dirty books. AWESOME MIX CDS GO OUT FRIDAY! Current Music: The Clash, "Guns of Brixton" (14 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, December 1st, 2008
6:06 pm	Next time we invite you to Thanksgiving, you should totally come! Of course, if anyone else had come to our house this time, you would have had to sit on the floor, because as we now know, a quantity of people greater than 10 sorely taxes our household supply of chairs, even with the four folding chairs we bought rented from Staples. We've never had a party where anyone sat down before! It was extra awesome because enough people came that we had two days' worth of leftovers, instead of two weeks. Last year it got to the point where the smell of leftover lamb wafting out of the refrigerator at me was enough to make me gag. Thanksgiving dinner for 10! Sometimes I'm impressed by us. I'm burning copies of the Greatest Mix CD of All Time tonight. It's tentatively entitled GET THE CLAP, unless I come up with something both more awesome and (maybe) less gross before I start sending them out. Let me know if you want one and you aren't already on the list to get one, because everybody needs to listen to more songs with handclapping in them. Belle and Sebastian, "The Boy with the Arab Strap" Black Flag, "TV Party" David Bowie & Queen, "Under Pressure" Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, "Shuffle Your Feet" Shout Out Louds, "Hurry Up Let's Go" Pelle Carlberg, "Clever Girls Like Clever Boys Much More Than Clever Boys Like Clever Girls" Architecture in Helsinki, "Do the Whirlwind" Le Tigre, "Deceptacon" Neil Sedaka, "Breaking Up Is Hard to Do" Daryl Hall & John Oates, "Private Eyes" The Cure, "Close to Me" Bay City Rollers, "Saturday Night" Diana Ross and the Supremes, "Where Did Our Love Go?" Iggy Pop and the Stooges, "1969" Kurtis Blow, "The Breaks" Old Dirty Bastard f/ Kelis, "Baby I Got Your Money" Rilo Kiley "The Frug" Rose Royce, "Car Wash" Simon and Garfunkel, "Cecilia" Avril Lavigne, "Girlfriend" The Ramones, "Sheena is a Punk Rocker" CLAPTACULAR! Current Mood: clapnificent (15 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, November 23rd, 2008
4:09 pm	I've managed to get the Greatest Mix CD of All Time (GMCDAT) down from 48 songs to 29. I've had to make some tough choices, and they're just going to get tougher from here on out. Right now I'm trying to decided which is going to stay: "Breaking Up Is Hard to Do" by Neil Sedaka, "Jimmy Mack" by Martha Reeves and the Vandellas, or "Where Did Our Love Go?" by the Supremes. Oh, now you can try to guess what the theme is! I don't know what your prize will be if you get it right -- a copy of the Greatest Mix CD of All Time would be appropriate, I suppose. Dylan's off "jamming," as the kids say, with Commander Dylan's All-American Good Time Party Band. Can you tell I'm at loose ends? I watched all seven episodes of "The Sarah Silverman Program" saved up on Tivo (shut up, I love her), and then I officially didn't know what to do with myself. Oh! I called this kid I'm supposed to interview for the admissions office at my alma mater, which made me feel like I was going to get arrested for impersonating a grown-up. I think I freaked him out, because I was like, "I actually e-mailed you last Thursday, and I hadn't heard back from you, so --" and he was all, "OH MY GOD I'M SO SORRY I WAS GOING TO E-MAIL YOU TONIGHT BUT I'VE BEEN SO BUSY AND -- " Wow, intensity in ten cities. It's cool, really. I couldn't keep you out of college even if I wanted to. At the end of the call, he actually said, "I promise I won't let you down." Um, OK, thanks, just try not to be late or whatever. Maybe wear a clean shirt. This round of interviews is for students who are applying for early decision, so I guess they're wound a little extra tightly. Lord knows I was. I actually don't know how I made it out of high school without having a massive aneurysm, so I can relate. Thanksgiving is shaping up nicely. My mom gets in Wednesday morning, and then we're expecting somewhere between 8 and 10 people for dinner on Thursday, maybe more if anyone decides to come over last minute. We might rent chairs! Exciting. If you're in the city (and, I guess I should add since this is a public post, you're also not some crazy who's going to poison the mashed potatoes or do something equally antisocial and/or antithetical to the spirit of the season), let me know if you want an invite. Organic certified-humane leg of lamb for all! Let's see, anything else? I went out with Gianny and her friends from Stamford on Friday night, and I've pretty much been recovering since then. It was a good reminder of A.) why I love Gianny and B.) why I really, really hate nightclubs. Why can't someone open a club where you can dance to good music WITHOUT being surrounded by douchebags? It is a mystery. But I met some cool girls and got to take my new boots for a test drive, so I guess it was all worth it in the end. New boots! Current Music: ODB w/ Kelis, "Baby I Got Your Money" (14 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, November 18th, 2008
5:46 pm	Hahahahaha, it happened again. (No, I don't troll the Missed Connections looking for myself, though apparently my friend Steve does.) The part about the smart wagering threw me off for a second, but the gender's a clincher. W? I'm a W! That is undeniably so! I was going to write something else, but I am too damned tired. Oh, random anecdote that I don't want to be Googlable in locked post TK. Stay tuned, lucky friendslist people. Current Mood: too damned tired Current Music: Scissor Sisters, "Filthy and Gorgeous" (6 Comments |Comment on this)