In the new apartment. My room is a bit cozy, but what can you expect from New York. I'm just glad I can fit a full size bed in here. The cat is making my nose stuffy..starting today only but a few zyrtec made that go away FAST.
Anyways just an update. The past few days have been hectic and my luck still hasn't gone up from where it is. Sunday, I moved in. Success. Started studying for Stats midterm. Fail. I didn't understand most of the concepts so I read the book. Didn't help much. Monday I reviewed all the problems and questions I didn't understand. Okay. Fail again. Tuesday. Midterm. Fail. I don't think I'm going to do well on this one. I just have to study harder/learn earlier these damn concepts and not have to skip class to move shit around and visit lawyers and whatnot. Nahmean? So after, I was feeling pretty upset/angry/pissed off/every emotion that goes with bad mood. Ben told me he did pretty well and I told him to stop talking about it. Another kid that sat next to me, Max wouldn't shut up and I wanted to shoot him. When I say please don't talk about it, don't. I said, please. Find another way to piss me off. Really. I was nice too. I asked 3 times. Asshole. Ben decided drinks and dinner would be a good way to cool off. Success. Alcohol makes all problems disappear. I drank myself to my death. However, still not good because I still have yet to read a book and write a review on it due Thursday. How lovely. I had to skip Tuesday's, well today's class to study for my Stats, but from what I remember from last week, the paper is due before class on Thursday. Okay. Great. Fail.
I am blogging rather than reading. I don't want to read about the telegraph. Doesn't sound interesting. Writing about how shitty my life is right now..better.
On the calendar for the next 3 weeks. Thursday - book review. Following Monday, genetics study paper, Tuesday, film midterm. Thursday - nothing. Following Monday Genetics Presentation, Following Thursday Genetics midterm II, Film presentation. Merde. WTF. KILL THIS SHIT. I'm so happy I'm taking genetics pass/fail. Who deals with genetics in film/media? Complete bullshit. I'm going to study something that has something to do with my major thanks. Anyways it's a MAP course, who are they to think it's so goddamn important.
I won't have time for myself for a while. Just stress upon stress. I feel it in my joints, my arthritis kills, my back is dying. Yay, I'm officially an old lady. On top of that, Halloween is this weekend. Great. Bunch of sluts walking around in stripper boots. Everywhere. That's just lovely. I just want to hide during Halloween. These bitches would die if I had a machine gun. I still don't approve of this provocative dress. Call me old fashioned but I thought Halloween was to scare the shit out of you. Just saying.
Btw, French toast this morning at Mud made my day. At least until Stats. (Insert f-word multiple times over.)
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
I smile.
These past 5 days in the katcourtjordanross apartment has been the best 5 days of my life. Unfortunately, I have to listen to Paparazzi every 5 minutes, but it's fun listening to them play and sing. These people have actual jobs, have time to go out during weeknights and right now, all of them are in bed sleeping. How does this happen? I want this life. They all seem so happy even when they say they're stressed out. Being around these people has made me so undeniable giggly girl happy. I don't know what it is. Even Kat says I'm weird happy. I guess when you surround yourself with happy people, life is great.
On another topic, my old apartment. I have officially moved out. I found 7 bugs inside my vinyl covering of my new mattress. NEW, mind you. A bug in my coffee mug and probably countless others hiding within the boxes. I'm scared that my dad is bringing them to our home in New Jersey. We moved everything out Tuesday with the help of his worker. I signed a contract until May, well Sonia, my new landlord says, month by month basis, but probably til May. I have my own cute little bedroom, she has a huge kitchen, I'm bringing a toaster oven because hers is ancient, she's got a great living room and a cat and a dog. She seems pretty stressed out, so I don't want to bother her. Well, as much as I can. And the price I'm paying for this place is so so much less than what I paid living by myself. I needed roommates to begin with (coughbenandsusie). Oh well. We've gotten to that point of a new place. Our family lawyer says he'll handle it from here. I haven't heard from him. I'll probably call him tomorrow to find out what's going on. Hopefully he can get our security deposit back as well as October and September's rent. It's definitely called for. I still have bug bite marks from August. Yeah, it's that bad. I hope he knows what he's doing. My entire building is pissed off. Maybe this'll start a riot. Who knows. I hope so.
Although my living situation has been great, school has been going downhill. I HATE it now. I go to class and think, why the fuck am I sitting here looking at him when all of his lectures are online. Well, given it's only one class, but still. It's online and I can barely hear him in class so I should just watch it online. Right? Stats is so boring. My teacher is French and is always adorable but still, the subject is boring. Politics/Propaganda is a bit confusing now. I don't know how to understand him anymore. Film is the same over and over again. She's funny but the same stuff gets more boring every day. Yeah.
Anyway, I planned my schedule for next semester already. I think I don't have to take a class in the winter session (yay!) but we'll have to find a 1 credit class that will fit my schedule. Most things require an audition (ie. choir and orchestra). If USingers came back I'd totally do it again. I miss FrankieJ. He was the bomb diggity. He's on a sabbatical right now. Fart. Otherwise my schedule looks pretty good. I have enough days to hold a decent internship at a big company I can get credit for. I'm excited. I never got to apply to those things because I couldn't get credit. Yeah. I'm excited to work for credit. It's better than working for nothing. I've been working for nothing for about 2 years now. It sucks balls.
It's only 12:30. I'm going to bed. I've never been on such a good sleeping schedule. Thanks Kat and roommates, although poor Kat is studying for a Business Law exam at the moment. Girl is stressing. We had red velvet cake/cupcakes today though. It made up for it. I told her not to get another slice, but it looks like some food could cheer her up at the moment. I don't like seeing her stressed out. It worries me. Yeah, I'm a mama bird right now.
On another topic, my old apartment. I have officially moved out. I found 7 bugs inside my vinyl covering of my new mattress. NEW, mind you. A bug in my coffee mug and probably countless others hiding within the boxes. I'm scared that my dad is bringing them to our home in New Jersey. We moved everything out Tuesday with the help of his worker. I signed a contract until May, well Sonia, my new landlord says, month by month basis, but probably til May. I have my own cute little bedroom, she has a huge kitchen, I'm bringing a toaster oven because hers is ancient, she's got a great living room and a cat and a dog. She seems pretty stressed out, so I don't want to bother her. Well, as much as I can. And the price I'm paying for this place is so so much less than what I paid living by myself. I needed roommates to begin with (coughbenandsusie). Oh well. We've gotten to that point of a new place. Our family lawyer says he'll handle it from here. I haven't heard from him. I'll probably call him tomorrow to find out what's going on. Hopefully he can get our security deposit back as well as October and September's rent. It's definitely called for. I still have bug bite marks from August. Yeah, it's that bad. I hope he knows what he's doing. My entire building is pissed off. Maybe this'll start a riot. Who knows. I hope so.
Although my living situation has been great, school has been going downhill. I HATE it now. I go to class and think, why the fuck am I sitting here looking at him when all of his lectures are online. Well, given it's only one class, but still. It's online and I can barely hear him in class so I should just watch it online. Right? Stats is so boring. My teacher is French and is always adorable but still, the subject is boring. Politics/Propaganda is a bit confusing now. I don't know how to understand him anymore. Film is the same over and over again. She's funny but the same stuff gets more boring every day. Yeah.
Anyway, I planned my schedule for next semester already. I think I don't have to take a class in the winter session (yay!) but we'll have to find a 1 credit class that will fit my schedule. Most things require an audition (ie. choir and orchestra). If USingers came back I'd totally do it again. I miss FrankieJ. He was the bomb diggity. He's on a sabbatical right now. Fart. Otherwise my schedule looks pretty good. I have enough days to hold a decent internship at a big company I can get credit for. I'm excited. I never got to apply to those things because I couldn't get credit. Yeah. I'm excited to work for credit. It's better than working for nothing. I've been working for nothing for about 2 years now. It sucks balls.
It's only 12:30. I'm going to bed. I've never been on such a good sleeping schedule. Thanks Kat and roommates, although poor Kat is studying for a Business Law exam at the moment. Girl is stressing. We had red velvet cake/cupcakes today though. It made up for it. I told her not to get another slice, but it looks like some food could cheer her up at the moment. I don't like seeing her stressed out. It worries me. Yeah, I'm a mama bird right now.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
I am.
These past few weeks really have been a test of endurance. Even though I fail miserably in patience, I make up for it in determination. I still need to finish what I came to New York to do. Although my problems with this apartment has gotten past the breaking point, we have people who are willing to back us up and claim their rights as tenants of the building. I just hope it works in the end. I spent 4 hours talking to my 'community.' It was quite an ordeal. People have spent THOUSANDS of dollars on laundering their clothing. This problem is a maintenance situation and the landlord should handle it. AKA the people who work across the street. I dislike them very much. No. Hate is actually allowed in this situation. They deserve what's coming to them.
In my time of need, Katharine has taken me under her wing. I no longer breathe in fumes from pesticides and can get a decent night's sleep in a warm and habitable environment. Her roommates are all hilarious and are so welcoming. I can't thank them enough for their hospitality. I'm sad that I'll be leaving to actually find a place to live because well, they're great people to live with, and I can'y become the 5th roommate.
I have finally found a place and am securing it tomorrow. I finally will have a place to call home for the next 7 months. I'm quite excited.
A thought, Halloween is next next weekend? What am I going to be? WHO KNOWS. I don't know. I might dress up like someone and call it a day. Thing is, I was talking to a friend who was like "Let's dress slutty for Halloween?" Me: "Wtf, porque?" Her: "Because it's the only day of the year that we have a reason to." Me: "Why are you my friend?" We fought about this. I don't find it appropriate to dress 'sexy' or 'slutty' for Halloween. Last time I checked Halloween was something scary with ghosts and things like Jason and Michael and what not killing things. Okay, it's becoming some big ho holiday for the closeted and outed sluts of the world, meaning most of the girls in the US and all of the girls in New Jersey. I watched this segment on the news the other day about slutty dressing and how it's affecting younger girls. I watched a young girl, what, 12 years old, choose out a short/mini skirt with fishnet stockings and a top that showed her bare nonexistent midriff. WHAT is GOING ON? She was going to be a vampire. That look like a vampire to you, because that screams HO in my head. Poor girl is gonna end up pregnant in a ditch. People keep scolding young pregnant teens and young adults scoff of these young teens but they're the ones setting the example for them. I hate society. Let's go back to being cavemen. No such thing as being slutty, no such thing as society, just community and each other. I like that. I don't belong in this era/generation/lifetime.
In my time of need, Katharine has taken me under her wing. I no longer breathe in fumes from pesticides and can get a decent night's sleep in a warm and habitable environment. Her roommates are all hilarious and are so welcoming. I can't thank them enough for their hospitality. I'm sad that I'll be leaving to actually find a place to live because well, they're great people to live with, and I can'y become the 5th roommate.
I have finally found a place and am securing it tomorrow. I finally will have a place to call home for the next 7 months. I'm quite excited.
A thought, Halloween is next next weekend? What am I going to be? WHO KNOWS. I don't know. I might dress up like someone and call it a day. Thing is, I was talking to a friend who was like "Let's dress slutty for Halloween?" Me: "Wtf, porque?" Her: "Because it's the only day of the year that we have a reason to." Me: "Why are you my friend?" We fought about this. I don't find it appropriate to dress 'sexy' or 'slutty' for Halloween. Last time I checked Halloween was something scary with ghosts and things like Jason and Michael and what not killing things. Okay, it's becoming some big ho holiday for the closeted and outed sluts of the world, meaning most of the girls in the US and all of the girls in New Jersey. I watched this segment on the news the other day about slutty dressing and how it's affecting younger girls. I watched a young girl, what, 12 years old, choose out a short/mini skirt with fishnet stockings and a top that showed her bare nonexistent midriff. WHAT is GOING ON? She was going to be a vampire. That look like a vampire to you, because that screams HO in my head. Poor girl is gonna end up pregnant in a ditch. People keep scolding young pregnant teens and young adults scoff of these young teens but they're the ones setting the example for them. I hate society. Let's go back to being cavemen. No such thing as being slutty, no such thing as society, just community and each other. I like that. I don't belong in this era/generation/lifetime.
Friday, October 16, 2009
I laugh.
Over the past few days, I've written some mean things. But, so what. Free expression right?
I've got some, well two, nasty emails. Haha. Of course it's regarding them first, but they try not to sound too selfish and branch out to the closest person.
Is this good enough for the both of you right now? I'm not mentioning your names but you know it's you. Is that better? People don't know who you are and now you can successfully hide behind this anonymous image I've given you. I promise I'll give you a different entity the next time I write. One of you will be a ugly old lab rat and the other, a completely white cow. Oh wait, I don't care. Thing is, it's probably dumb to write about them in the future. They clearly can't handle truth, or they can, but they refuse to see it from my point of view. Who knows.
It's also clear that people really refuse to identify with one another. No one knows who anyone really is. I have 2 people who know me for me. That's that. That's all I need-well, until another has proven that they are worthy. Haaah. Just playing. Since when does that happen? If I find another good friend, it'll happen for a reason.
Since it's around that time of year...abracadabra
Bedbugs BEGONE.
Fail.
It's 3:30. I'm irked. I'm itchy. 3 new bites and the lack of desire to sleep. Faustyna and I are going kickboxing this weekend. It is very much needed.
I've got some, well two, nasty emails. Haha. Of course it's regarding them first, but they try not to sound too selfish and branch out to the closest person.
Is this good enough for the both of you right now? I'm not mentioning your names but you know it's you. Is that better? People don't know who you are and now you can successfully hide behind this anonymous image I've given you. I promise I'll give you a different entity the next time I write. One of you will be a ugly old lab rat and the other, a completely white cow. Oh wait, I don't care. Thing is, it's probably dumb to write about them in the future. They clearly can't handle truth, or they can, but they refuse to see it from my point of view. Who knows.
It's also clear that people really refuse to identify with one another. No one knows who anyone really is. I have 2 people who know me for me. That's that. That's all I need-well, until another has proven that they are worthy. Haaah. Just playing. Since when does that happen? If I find another good friend, it'll happen for a reason.
Since it's around that time of year...abracadabra
Bedbugs BEGONE.
Fail.
It's 3:30. I'm irked. I'm itchy. 3 new bites and the lack of desire to sleep. Faustyna and I are going kickboxing this weekend. It is very much needed.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
And I'm Back Where I Started.
New Jersey. Home of the oil refineries, random beautiful foliage, and white trash bitches, where the uber conservative, rude and ill-mannered racist assholes subside.
So that was my weekend albeit I only went out for a few hours Friday night and didn't leave my house Saturday. This is what I experience in a mere, give or take, 7-8 hours. Went home to sleep which I did not successfully do because there wasn't enough time in a day. Haah.
Went to see Austin at his crib near Rutgers. It's pretty nice. He lives with a roommate and his brobro comes to visit on occasion. If any of you Rutgers boys needs a place to stay, lemme know, I'll ask him for you. Anyways, he brought me to a Wawa. I didn't know what that was. I've heard of it and think I've passed one a while back but I've never went in. Anyway, digression. Um, yeah. So we went in. I had a coke slushie. Oh, how I miss thee. I forgot how good they tasted. The cashier was an asshole. I say one simple thing and here comes some fucking attitude. Great. He looked at us funny when we approached the register. Yes, we are of asian descent. Go fuck yourself.
Went to say hi at Kevin's crib. It's much nicer without 50 million people in it. I also realized boys still smell bad. Whew. Twas fun. I heard this story about this girl, who will remain unnamed. She wants to date this boy, we (meaning me and almost everyone we know) think she wants to be his wifey because he'll be a successful entrepreneur. He's a big dreamer. I envy him. Anyway, he sat down and talked to her and basically said, you're a big ho, I don't like hos. The end. I pretty much died then. Twas a great story.
So then I went home, slept til 1 the next day. Didn't leave my house all of Saturday, then slept til 11 on Sunday and came back to NY. People in Chinatown are such assholes. They just push and shove and push and shove and yell at you when they push YOU. Assholes. I hate them all. Chinese people suck.
Currently watching new Family Guy. So far so good. I need to sleep. It's only 9. I think I will and do HW tomorrow morning. Yeahhhh. WTF wait. Why doesn't NYU have Columbus day off? WEIRD. I hate it. I need to sleeep.
So that was my weekend albeit I only went out for a few hours Friday night and didn't leave my house Saturday. This is what I experience in a mere, give or take, 7-8 hours. Went home to sleep which I did not successfully do because there wasn't enough time in a day. Haah.
Went to see Austin at his crib near Rutgers. It's pretty nice. He lives with a roommate and his brobro comes to visit on occasion. If any of you Rutgers boys needs a place to stay, lemme know, I'll ask him for you. Anyways, he brought me to a Wawa. I didn't know what that was. I've heard of it and think I've passed one a while back but I've never went in. Anyway, digression. Um, yeah. So we went in. I had a coke slushie. Oh, how I miss thee. I forgot how good they tasted. The cashier was an asshole. I say one simple thing and here comes some fucking attitude. Great. He looked at us funny when we approached the register. Yes, we are of asian descent. Go fuck yourself.
Went to say hi at Kevin's crib. It's much nicer without 50 million people in it. I also realized boys still smell bad. Whew. Twas fun. I heard this story about this girl, who will remain unnamed. She wants to date this boy, we (meaning me and almost everyone we know) think she wants to be his wifey because he'll be a successful entrepreneur. He's a big dreamer. I envy him. Anyway, he sat down and talked to her and basically said, you're a big ho, I don't like hos. The end. I pretty much died then. Twas a great story.
So then I went home, slept til 1 the next day. Didn't leave my house all of Saturday, then slept til 11 on Sunday and came back to NY. People in Chinatown are such assholes. They just push and shove and push and shove and yell at you when they push YOU. Assholes. I hate them all. Chinese people suck.
Currently watching new Family Guy. So far so good. I need to sleep. It's only 9. I think I will and do HW tomorrow morning. Yeahhhh. WTF wait. Why doesn't NYU have Columbus day off? WEIRD. I hate it. I need to sleeep.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Time to...pray?
It's hard to get through life when nothing's going the way you want it to. But, why should it go the way you want it, just because YOU want it? Selfish bastards. Yeah, I'm one of those selfish bastards. Sometimes it'd be nice to have things go your way though. Once in a while. So I've put this apartment up for rent. The exterminator's coming Friday, but I still don't want to stay here. Too many bad memories already. I found a nice mother and daughter from Vancouver willing to live here, but they want to bring pets. I need to figure out how this works. I'll have to go in and talk to the greedy son of a bitch motherfuckers. Hopefully I can talk to Richard instead of Sol. Sol's an asshole. Dumb ***. Not, it's not ass, I would write this. This word is racial. I can't say it. I can. Oh.. whatever.
Anyway, I have an appointment with my adviser tomorrow about Pass/Failing a class. I HATE GENETICS. Why should I care about it? I shouldn't. So, pass failing that bitch. Need to write a paper. Given it's 2 pages, but it has to be define a phrase as an encyclopedia would. Shit. I suck at writing.
A meeting with a woman who's willing to house me for a mere 1000 a month. Shit. I'd be saving $1000 a month. I don't care if I can't bring anyone home. I'll just sleep there. Yeah mofucka. Then I can do work at Bobst. Baller. I can be a nerd like I always wanted. I'm kinda excited. She also has a dog and a cat...oh cat. I'll bring medicine. I hope she likes me. I hope someone take my apartment. I'm considering praying. I'm atheist. This is weird. Maybe I'll wish instead. I believe in fairies, I do! I do! Don't read this like I'm crazy, I'm sure you know what that's from.
Crossing my fingers. Oh dear lord.
Anyway, I have an appointment with my adviser tomorrow about Pass/Failing a class. I HATE GENETICS. Why should I care about it? I shouldn't. So, pass failing that bitch. Need to write a paper. Given it's 2 pages, but it has to be define a phrase as an encyclopedia would. Shit. I suck at writing.
A meeting with a woman who's willing to house me for a mere 1000 a month. Shit. I'd be saving $1000 a month. I don't care if I can't bring anyone home. I'll just sleep there. Yeah mofucka. Then I can do work at Bobst. Baller. I can be a nerd like I always wanted. I'm kinda excited. She also has a dog and a cat...oh cat. I'll bring medicine. I hope she likes me. I hope someone take my apartment. I'm considering praying. I'm atheist. This is weird. Maybe I'll wish instead. I believe in fairies, I do! I do! Don't read this like I'm crazy, I'm sure you know what that's from.
Crossing my fingers. Oh dear lord.
Monday, October 5, 2009
Extreme Hate.
This apartment has been nothing but problems since I moved in. This is ballsack. I hate this. I hate Matel Realty. I hate Tex Larida. I hate this goddamned situation. I hate suffering. Why does this happen. Oh. My. God. Fucking assholes. I'm so angry. I'm trying to do work but all i can do is feel arthritis in my hands and my entire body burning up because of the bugbites. Just dandy. So fucking dandy.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Fear.
So, does anyone know how to get out a lease? It's been a month and a half since I've moved in and in that month in a half, I've accumulated about give or take 75 bug bites. It's painful and itchy and the realty company knew this before I moved in and decided not to tell me or anyone else in my building. I am allergic to bug bites and get bitten almost every night. I don't know what to do and I really don't want to live somewhere where I have to look around every 5 minutes to see if there's a bug crawling on my wall, couch, bed, or myself. It angers me that my mattress is only a month old and probably now infested with bedbugs because my damn management company refused to tell me there was a bedbug infestation in the fucking building. I didn't yoga today, I'm very angry.
I don't have time to stay home buy slipcovers for all my fabric items. I don't have time to stay at home and clean out my entire apartment. I don't have time to stay at home and move and clean everything before the exterminator comes. I don't have enough money to wash every single piece of clothing, my sheets, carpet, bathmat, towels, everything to prep for this. I don't have the time. These assholes don't realize that I have work to do. I don't have time to be dealing with this bullshit. I'm so sick and tired of people lying to me. I hate renting from assholes. Dealing with lying cheating brokers. I can't deal with this. Not on top of my schoolwork and internships. I'm GRADUATING. I NEED TO HAVE TIME TO ARRANGE MY STUFF. If I don't graduate, I'm going to sue them and make them pay for the extra semester I'm going to have to stay. This is complete bullshit. I hate them and this apartment so much right now. Again, I'm looking around and I'm not happy. Not happy at all.
This is how I feel right now. And this is what I want to do. Well, I can't find a picture, but I want to beat down these assholes. It's illegal so I won't. But I want to. I need a lawyer. I need to get out. I need my money back and new things so I don't bring these bedbugs to a new place. Fuck my life. My life gets worse every day.
I don't have time to stay home buy slipcovers for all my fabric items. I don't have time to stay at home and clean out my entire apartment. I don't have time to stay at home and move and clean everything before the exterminator comes. I don't have enough money to wash every single piece of clothing, my sheets, carpet, bathmat, towels, everything to prep for this. I don't have the time. These assholes don't realize that I have work to do. I don't have time to be dealing with this bullshit. I'm so sick and tired of people lying to me. I hate renting from assholes. Dealing with lying cheating brokers. I can't deal with this. Not on top of my schoolwork and internships. I'm GRADUATING. I NEED TO HAVE TIME TO ARRANGE MY STUFF. If I don't graduate, I'm going to sue them and make them pay for the extra semester I'm going to have to stay. This is complete bullshit. I hate them and this apartment so much right now. Again, I'm looking around and I'm not happy. Not happy at all.
This is how I feel right now. And this is what I want to do. Well, I can't find a picture, but I want to beat down these assholes. It's illegal so I won't. But I want to. I need a lawyer. I need to get out. I need my money back and new things so I don't bring these bedbugs to a new place. Fuck my life. My life gets worse every day.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Somebody to love.
So it's Saturday and I haven't done anything I wanted to do outside because it was raining. Most of the day at least. So I...watched Glee. Ha.
via e-online
I believe it's my new addiction. Seeing musicals/music-themed shows are my fix. What can I say, I'm addicted. I want to be on this show, just to be part of this. It's pretty damn cool.
Lots of people have been upset and depressed lately. I blame it on the rain and the winter weather...late fall weather that shouldn't be happening at this moment. My friends are all sad. As am I. It sucks ballsack. So this is all I have to say, because everyone needs to hear this once in a while.
via fuckyeahlove.tumblr.com
via e-onlineLots of people have been upset and depressed lately. I blame it on the rain and the winter weather...late fall weather that shouldn't be happening at this moment. My friends are all sad. As am I. It sucks ballsack. So this is all I have to say, because everyone needs to hear this once in a while.
via fuckyeahlove.tumblr.comYes, Faustyna, Ben, Susan. I know you don't hear this too often. Especially this way. I know you're going through a tough time. So I just want to say, I fucking love you. Ok. Bis.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Inspiration.
Melissa & Ade - This dance was just so moving. It was featured on Ellen's show and I just had to see the original. The original is what got her to like it in the first place, right? Anyway, it was choreographed by Tyce Diorio and featured on Ellen's show for breast cancer awareness month. Just so moving. I can't get over it. This choreographer feels. I don't even like SYTYCD, but these dancers just won me over.
Beginning
The moon drops one or two feathers into the field.
The dark wheat listens.
Be still.
Now.
There they are, the moons young, trying
Their wings.
Between trees, a slender woman lifts up the lovely shadow
Of her face, and now she steps into the air, now she is gone
Wholly, into the air.
I stand alone by an elder tree, I do not dare breathe
Or move.
I listen.
The wheat leans back toward its own darkness,
And I lean toward mine.
This was just so inspirational and calming. Do you ever have those moments where that one little thing you find or that one little thing you see completely changes your entire day? It's 9PM. These things happened just now.
Today was quite painful. It was one of those mornings. Ya'know. Stumbled to class, fell in my seat and almost fell over sleeping this morning. No bene. The following class on genetics was equally painful. How about this, being tired and not having time to get coffee in between classes equals a bad day all around. I couldn't even muster enough energy to say something in a class that is basically based on class participation. Great. It's okay. It's the end of the school week.
I got home today greeted by the exterminator, Harry. He's a nice man. He told me I need to buy stuff on top of services and the actual extermination to exterminate my apartment. This is frustrating me. I'm keeping these receipts and getting my goddamn landlords to pay for this. This bedbug origin is the apartment at the bottom of my stairs. Great. They crawled up those damn stairs into my apartment. The girl who lives above this guy. Oh, man. I feel bad for her. She's been here for 15 years, she hates the management, but her apartment is rent stabilized. Lucky and unlucky woman. She told me the city stopped spraying DTT on the street which kept the bugs out, but they stopped right? Here they come. The management company doesn't want to make this a big deal. Too bad assholes. I have 48 bugbites. They should've told me about this problem when I moved in, which they didn't. Shit going down mofuckas. This conversation with them lasted about an hour and it was a nice time to vent and share hatred upon this management company. I'm getting a lawyer. I want a new place without bedbugs and my money back. The other women in my building agree. I'm done with it.
So you see why I needed that calming. Yes. I'm going to watch the video and read the poem again. I want to be calm. Calm, calm, calm. This is difficult.
Today was quite painful. It was one of those mornings. Ya'know. Stumbled to class, fell in my seat and almost fell over sleeping this morning. No bene. The following class on genetics was equally painful. How about this, being tired and not having time to get coffee in between classes equals a bad day all around. I couldn't even muster enough energy to say something in a class that is basically based on class participation. Great. It's okay. It's the end of the school week.
I got home today greeted by the exterminator, Harry. He's a nice man. He told me I need to buy stuff on top of services and the actual extermination to exterminate my apartment. This is frustrating me. I'm keeping these receipts and getting my goddamn landlords to pay for this. This bedbug origin is the apartment at the bottom of my stairs. Great. They crawled up those damn stairs into my apartment. The girl who lives above this guy. Oh, man. I feel bad for her. She's been here for 15 years, she hates the management, but her apartment is rent stabilized. Lucky and unlucky woman. She told me the city stopped spraying DTT on the street which kept the bugs out, but they stopped right? Here they come. The management company doesn't want to make this a big deal. Too bad assholes. I have 48 bugbites. They should've told me about this problem when I moved in, which they didn't. Shit going down mofuckas. This conversation with them lasted about an hour and it was a nice time to vent and share hatred upon this management company. I'm getting a lawyer. I want a new place without bedbugs and my money back. The other women in my building agree. I'm done with it.
So you see why I needed that calming. Yes. I'm going to watch the video and read the poem again. I want to be calm. Calm, calm, calm. This is difficult.
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