Seriously Great Song

You know with love come strange currencies
And here is my appeal:

I need a chance, a second chance, a third chance, a fourth chance,
A word, a signal, a nod, a little breath
Just to fool myself, to catch myself, to make it real, real
-REM "Strange Currencies"

My sister had that CD when I was 13.
Michael Stipe and I have the same birthday, do you think he'd go out to dinner with me to celebrate? Rob says no. Rob's always raining on my parade.
The following people have the same birthday as Rob:
Barbara Bush
Joan Rivers
Julianna Margulies
Keenan Ivory Wayans
Kevin Farley
I dont think a single one of them would have dinner with him.

Rusty Pipe Pedicure and Other Salon Stories

Current Mood: Mmm, strawberries are good.
Currently Playing: The Very Best of Ray Charles

So I told you awhile ago about how I won that gift certificate to that salon, so I decided to go use it today. First of all, it was the sweetest thing ever, the most I've ever had done was a manicure- today I had a manicure, pedicure, mini-facial, deep conditioning, and hairstyle. All for free! Anyhow, so she does my nails, and she must have clipped a freaking pound of dead skin off my cuticles, but then she starts doing my feet. I feel bad that she has to touch my feet. I tell her "yeah, sorry..." but she doesn't speak any english. What can I say, my feet are gross, I have bad running shoes, so my feet slide around in there and I get calluses. So she does my toenails and then she starts looking at the balls of my feet. She takes out that big foot scrubby thing that's supposed to get the calluses off. It's not working. So she opens this drawer and out comes this new tool. The thing looks like a sawed off rusty pipe, seriously. I think it was actually sandpaper wrapped around something. And she starts going at it, like putting some freaking elbow grease into it. After a while she just gives up, because those calluses aren't going anywhere. Then she takes all the tools she used and throws them into the foot bath like they're diseased now that they've touched me.
Then she did my facial. That was wierd as hell. At one point I think she tried to smother me. She had this really super hot towel and she put it over my entire face and pressed down, and then she pressed down on the sides of my nose and I'm like "I can't breathe. Why is this lady trying to kill me?" She kept standing like two feet away and spraying something on my face. It was completely surreal, I had to stop myself from laughing the entire time. Also, at some point in time during the facial my purse caught on fire. But no one bothered to tell me. She puts this steam machine on and turns off the lights and leaves the room and I start smelling something buring, but it smelled kind of electrical and I'm thinking, must just be an old machine or something and I forgot all about it. Later, she comes in and I hear her pick up my purse and throw it on the chair, but again, I'm just like, oh, must have been in the way. Later, she's doing my hair and I'm looking at my purse and it looks really dirty on one side, all black, and I'm like "when did I get it that dirty? Oh well, I'll have to wash it" Then I notice that the zipper handle that used to be about four inches long is now an inch long and completely black. Anyhow, it melted the zipper too so now I can't open up the front pockets, which is cool since there's stuff in there. I like to think that if I saw someone's purse smoldering I'd let them in on it, but maybe that's not a universal feeling.
So that's that.
Tomorrow Rob and I are going out to celebrate being legally bound to one another for a year without inflicting bodily harm upon each other. The emotional scars though, they run deep.
Also, I just got "The Very Best of Ray Charles" from the library and I'm listening to it right now. Do you have songs that you can't listen to without crying all over yourself like a freaking sissy? "Georgia On My Mind" totally does that to me. When we went to see the Ray movie I got all teary. Other songs that do that to me include "The Scientist" by Coldplay and that "Hallelujah" song by Jeff Buckley. You should leave comments about what your weepy songs are, it'll be fun...

Current Mood: blah.
Currently Playing: nothing.

Rain sucks and makes my whole day suck. Seriously.

Current Mood: Exhilirated. Not really, but it's fun to say.
Currently Playing: Jason Mraz "You & I Both"

I'm going to a Jason Mraz concert with Sara on Sunday, so I have to study up on the music here. Sadly, I only have one song on a mix CD and Rob has forbidden music downloads on the computer. So Jason is only going to be able to play the three songs I know, I guess.
In other news, Rob just did some breakdancing for me. It's a rare experience you'll have to see for yourself.
I have three weeks of school left and then I'm done with my first year of grad school. How crazy is that?
That's all I've got right now. Maybe more later.

Current Mood: lots of work to do
Currently Playing: nothing

My niece has just invited me to join the Cheetah Club. The other members are her and my sister. We're not sure exactly what being in the Cheetah Club involves besides putting our hands in the middle, throwing them up and yelling "CHEETAH CLUB!", but we've decided to join anyways.

Current Mood: hungry
Currently Playing: "Sweet Thing" Van Morrison
Movie(s) I Watched Last Week: Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason
What Weekend Garage Lady Was Selling This Week: Brand new games for XBox, Van Helsing Figurines, Barbie Cars (again), all with Toys R' Us price tags still on them. And, an entire table full of watches still in their boxes
Noise My Car Is Making this Week: squeeeek! squeeek! Whiiiiiinnnnnnnneeee! "Change my breaks, Laura" whiiiiiiiiiiineeee. It only makes it when I back up, so I try to pull forward instead whenever possible.
Great Thing Joe V. Said: In response to a coat covered completely with pink sequins "Woah. Somebody went crazy with their Bedazzler."
Favorite Ray Quote: Ray- Hey, Rob, how you doin? Rob- Oh, I'm all right. Ray- Oh yeah? How's your left? heh heh heh.
Rob's Favorite Thing He Saw in the Park Today: Someone who had taken a piece of "Police Line Do Not Cross" tape, tied it around their dog's neck and used it as a leash.
Thing I Just Did: Took this too far

If I made a mix CD for people the following songs would be on it:
Lauryn Hill "The Sweetest Thing"
Bright Eyes "Land Locked Blues"
REM "Strange Currencies"
REM "It's The End of the World As We Know It"
Bob Dylan "How Does It Feel?"

I won something yesterday. We went to a reading that they do every month at this salon,and they do door prizes and I won this $100 gift certificate for a manicure, pedicure, facial and all this other stuff I can't remember. I never win anything. It was magnificent.

They're doing a special event at SLC next week. "Security Awareness Day". I guess people have been leaving their dorm rooms unlocked and people have been stealing things. The solution? Security is going through the buildings and if you're not in your room and the door is unlocked, they're locking it. The twist is, if you were, say, in the bathroom or next door at your friend's room and your keys are now locked in your room, you have to PAY security to open it back it up. Hmm. A nice fundraiser, I suppose.

We are now going to an open mic so Rob can play.

Current Mood: Tax free
Currently Playing: "Nobody does it better"

I tell people "stay away from downtown Yonkers, I cannot fully express it's sketchiness." People don't believe me. This is a story called "Why I Steer Clear of Downtown Yonkers."
So I, of course, waited until the last possible second to do my NY non-resident tax form, so that I had to find that one post office that stays open late. I called the post office and they said the one in downtown Yonkers was open late. Awesome. So I go get Rob and make him come with me because I wasn't going alone- It's like 6pm and we're almost there and all the sudden the traffic stops and I think to myself 'why is traffic so slow?' and then everyone starts honking their horns, so I'm trying to look past the cars and see whats going on. Oh. Turns out the cars are all stopped because two women have stopped their cars in the middle of S. Broadway and started beating the s*!t out of one another. I mean, they were driving, got out of their cars, and started fighting. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Throwing punches, hair grabbing, psychoticness. Riiigghttt. So there just so happens to be an off-duty police officer there who cuffs one of the women and then a million police cars come. THE FREAKING POLICE VAN THAT YOU THROW UNRULY PEOPLE INTO COMES. Completely insane. And to top it all off, the stupid post office wasn't even open.

Oops.

Current Mood: good mood.
Currently Playing: Come on Shake your Body Baby, Do the Conga.

So yesterday, I was home in the afternoon doing my laundry and around 3 I went downstairs to get my clothes out of the dryer. When I come back up, my door wouldn't open. I mean, I had the key, but the door still wouldn't open. So, it's times like these that I think it's a good thing that I decided to be a writer, because this is my first thought-
Someone broke into my apartment, locked the top lock, and they're stealing all of my stuff, and then they're going to go down the fire escape.
Riiiiighhtt.. cause that's plausible. Going six floors down an fire escape with, oh, you know, TV, DVD player, computer, without being noticed. But you know what I did? I went outside and looked up the fire escape. No one was coming down. So I go back upstairs and try again. Door still won't open. So I go in the lobby and sit next to the elevator to wait for Rob to get home. Second thought-
They'll think I'm gone, and the only way out of the building is by the elevator or the stairs, so I'll see them trying to leave the building. Damn, my mom TOLD me to get renter's insurance, why didn't I get renter's insurance?
An hour goes by. Eventually, the people who live next door to me, this old retired couple in their sixties come down. I tell them what the problem is and so the guy's like, oh, this happens to us all the time, you just need to put graphite on the key. So he goes back up with me and tries to open it, but the graphite doesn't work. So he's like "Is your fire escape window open?" because we share a fire escape, and I'm like 'yeah, I just opened it." So yes, this sixty year old man goes into his house and climbs out onto the fire escape for me. Riiigghhht.. what I was thinking when he said 'fire escape window' was 'bathroom window', which also leads out to the fire escape. Turns out he said exactly what he meant to say. My fire escape window wasn't open, and there was no way in hell he could fit in my bathroom window. A sixty year old man climbed out on my fire escape for me and my window was locked. I'm a bad person.
Anyhow, at that moment, Rob gets home, they mess with the key for, oh, 2-3 minutes, and get it open. Then my neighbor says to me "How's your mom's foot?", and then I remember that they were here when my parents were visiting and my mom fell in the middle of the street and couldn't walk, so we rolled her around my apartment building in an office chair. So, basically, they think my whole family's crazy. It's cool.

Sorry, Teeth.

I abuse my teeth. I don't give them the attention they deserve, even though they've been so nice to me and stayed cavity-free and never made me get braces. Someday I will regret it. Mark my words.

Shady.. or not? You decide.

Current Mood: skeptacle
Currently Playing: Inspector Gadget

So there's this lady that lives across the street from us who has a permanent garage sale going. Every weekend from the time we moved here until it got cold in October, she was out there saturday and sunday having a garage sale. And then two weekends ago, she started back up again. So I was thinking to myself, how in the world does this lady have so much stuff that she has a garage sale every weekend, but then I was thinking, she must just not sell much of it, so she tries again every weekend. But we were walking past it yesterday and I noticed that she had multiple stuffed animals that were exactly the same, and I thought to myself, now, why would you have five or six of the same giant stuffed lion? THEN I noticed that not only does she have mostly multiples of the same thing, but they're also still in their original boxes. Like, three Barbie cars in the box, untouched, stacked on top of each other. This lady is totally running a scam, isn't she? She's selling stolen goods at her garage sale! But the thing is, this lady is like, 90 years old, I swear. Maybe that's all part of the scam... I should have thought of this first.

Current Mood: amazed with the wonder that is the salad pizza
Currently Playing: L'Chiem! L'Chiem! To life!


So this is the guy who they think did some bombings. Why does this not surprise me? This guy LOOKS like a bomber. Look at the expression on his face. Here are some possible captions for this picture.
"And I would have gotten away with it.. if it weren't for those meddling kids."
"Bwah. Bwah. BWAH HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"I told them they shouldn't have cut me from JV Football. I told them they'd all pay. WHOSE LAUGHING NOW, COACH JENKINS??"
If you have some, I'd love to hear them.
Tonight we went to A'Mangiere in Bronxville and bought a few slices of pizza for dinner. I had salad pizza, best of all inventions. It's salad. On a pizza. I know what you're thinking, you're thinking, "salad doesn't belong on a pizza." and I would've said the same thing, but then you eat it and you think "wait a second.. salad DOES belong on a pizza!" It's a cold pizza. They must bake the crust first and then put everything on top. I had a slice of chicken ceaser salad pizza, and then the raddichio pizza. It's amazing. It has this spicy tomato sauce on the bottom, then some raddichio and some olives (which I usually hate) and some feta, and there's some type of vinagretty dressing on it, and ..well, it's basically amazing.
Then we went to see the Ardsley Middle School production of "Fiddler on the Roof". It was fantastic, some of Rob's kids were in it, so he told them he'd go see it... anyhow, it was fun.
I have to go to work in an hour. Awesome.

Current Mood:  PB&J, nothing wrong with that
Currently Playing:  Bright Eyes "Land Locked Blues"

So tuesday was gorgeous, like 67, so an interpretive dance class at SLC decided to have class outside. On the front lawn. With a bunch of cars driving by.
There's no way I could explain to you how absolutely hilarious this was. I'm not trying to be down on interpretive dance, but you have to admit, no matter if you take it seriously or whatever, that it still looks really funny. Here are all these cars speeding by and there are fifteen people on the front lawn, rolling around, leaning over each other backwards, walking around in circles, dancing, crawling, and doing little flappy arm motions. It must have looked like a freaking mental institute. The town already doesn't like SLC, I'm thinking stuff like that can't be doing much to help things out. Anyways, it was fantastic.
Last night Rob and I bought peanut butter and jelly. I forgot how great peanut butter and jelly is. I had it for dinner last night and for lunch today. Yum. Except we picked really sugary jelly.
Last night we watched Spanglish, which I liked but felt dragged out a bit too long.
But still liked.
And lastly, it's Joe V's bday. Happy bday Joe!