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May 2nd, 2007

06:39 am: NYC BPAL Meet N Sniff
Where: Yaffa, St. Marks between 1st Ave. and Ave. A, much closer to 1st
When: 2pm Sat. May 5
Maybe we'll go to a bar or something after.

Please comment here if you know now or think you will make it. If you already responded to my post in the BPAL forums about it, then don't bother. I want to be able to give Yaffa a ballpark estimate on how many people will be coming in on Saturday.

Current Mood: cheerfulcheerful

March 26th, 2007

06:00 pm: Fluffy died.
Fuck. I took such good care him too, god dammit! Well, fish aren't exactly known for living terribly long anyway. The new apartment thing is going alright I guess, but there are a few things I'm rather unhappy about. First of all, the floor is not complete. There was construction on the apartment right before we moved in and the front area was extended to give us more room, which is good, but they haven't installed a new floor in that area yet--it's been two weeks already, they should get on it. John should get on it, the landlords are his aunt and uncle. They said last week that they had to order a new floor from Home Depot because they don't make it anymore and it's not in yet. Personally, I think that's bullshit, and they should be doing more to ensure that our floor gets here. It's extremely annoying because we can't set up that front area. And sometimes, it's really chilly in the apartment. That's another thing I keep telling John to get on. Our conversation went something like this. The landlord pays for our heat.

"Alright, I'll see if they can turn up the heat and we'll pay the difference."
"Um, no, we're not going to pay the difference. They pay for the heat, so it's their job to keep it at a comfortable temperature, not at the bare minimum that is legally acceptable. This is reflecting very poorly on your extended family, John."

I'm not paying for heat or any portion of the heat. And I'm not living there if the heat levels are unaccpetable by my standards, and that they are.

Current Mood: irritatedirritated

March 19th, 2007

08:45 pm: I am aware...
That I have not updated in over a month! Anyway, I discovered http://www.blackphoenixalchemylab.com!
I know, I'm unnaturally obsessed with perfumes.

School's going okay as usual--not great, not terribly. My father broke his ankle a few weeks ago walking down a flight of stairs and tripping on a pile of books. He says he twisted it on the books, fell, twisting it further and it snapped. Fucking ouch. So my spring break wasn't much of a break. I was helping my father, helping my mother because she had eye surgery last weekend due to a torn retina, and over this past weekend, I've been helping John move himself into the new apartment I wrote about in my previous entry.

Why does Fluffy's water generate algae at a ferocious rate?

Current Mood: blahblah

February 13th, 2007

12:52 pm: I just changed Fluffy's water.
And in doing so, I ruined a very impressive bubble nest that he's been working on since Thursday.

Anyway, John and I have an apartment lined up for March so now I can finally leave the awful NYU housing system. It's in Brooklyn, which is not ideal but rent will be $1,600 a month--I'm not going to find much better unless I start looking in really grungy neighborhoods and this apartment is in a very safe one. I'm seeing it later tonight. Hopefully there will be room for two large gaming PCs and a big-ass dresser because the one I have at home is enormous and does not come apart but I'd rather not purchase another one. The only catch is that we need to start paying rent next month, which is not ideal for me, but John can move in by then. And it would allow me to gradually start moving my stuff over. Anyway, this seems really promising. Oh, and we'll have a garden!

Current Mood: hopefulhopeful

February 4th, 2007

06:52 pm: Glitter and Doom - The eye of the storm.
The Metropolitan Museum of Art has an exhibition through the 19th of February featuring works from the Weimar Republic. I had to see it for my Painting and Drawing Class, and I highly suggest that all of you readers who are in town go check it out. It's called Glitter and Doom, though it's less glitter and more doom.

It was interesting to see the artwork from a collapsing society. You could call it decadent, immoral, or whatever you want, but it's a question of economics. Inflation went crazy, German citizens were bitter, and anti-Semitism was on the rise. Germany had transitioned from one corrupt government to another, and an entire generation of men had been virtually wiped out. This affected the young women who had been raised believe that they would get married and have a family, but they couldn't because there were not enough men around. These women needed to support themselves somehow, and professional work was not exactly an option - This is Europe in the 1920's. Their families couldn't pay for them, most families couldn't pay for themselves. Becoming a prostitute and/or burlesque showgirl payed the rent.

Current Mood: bitchybitchy

January 31st, 2007

10:32 pm: The best perfumes ever.
It's probably not cool that I'm advertizing but l'Artisan Parfumeur makes wonderful, long-lasting perfumes. And their candles are yummy-smelling.

http://www.artisanparfumeur.com/uk/index2.html

Anyway, I was trying to get through "A Vindication on the Rights of Women" (Wollstonecraft) but failing. I gave up on it after 50 pages. I admit defeat, I can't comprehend anything this woman wrote. I'm sure she had very valid points at the time (women shouldn't be treated like animals, women she be educated) but what the hell is she saying? One should not have to work this hard to be able to understand what he or she is reading. And I usually put books down if they bore me that much. So I've been catching up on reading that I've missed over the past couple weeks.

Current Mood: sleepysleepy

January 23rd, 2007

10:39 pm: My Sleep Pattern.
Recently I started going to bed extremely early and waking up at around 8 or 9 am. Fluffy's still kicking, though all he's willing to eat are bloodworms on occasion. I think he's just finicky and will eventually get so hungry that he'll just eat. Apparently - my room mate watched the State of the Union address - Bush wants to increase the number of troops in Iraq. How is he going to do this without a draft? I doubt there will be a draft because I'm sure his advisors know that it would recieve less popular support that that for the Vietnam War. Anyway, I agree with Hillary - cap the maximum number of troops permitted in Iraq. At least, I think she's trying to do that. Enough of my mindless rambling.

Current Mood: boredbored

January 21st, 2007

12:59 am: Hello again.
I currently have not updated in over a month. Doesn't matter. I got a Siamese Fighting Fish on Friday afternoon. I named him Fluffy. He lives in a 1g fishbowl.


He turned his head just as I took the photo.



Fluffy burrowing.


He's in his favorite spot. Look at those colors!>


He's trying to figure out what book that is next to his bowl.

I just fed him earlier this afternoon, and he's not eating. It's probably because he's a little disoriented. I ordered some freeze-dried bloodworms and a different kind of food (pellets, this time - the flakes are slightly annoying and messy.) They should be here on Tuesday or Wednesday and hopefully he'll get a litter happier.

Current Mood: amusedamused

December 16th, 2006

04:40 pm: I poop out of my ass!
I got a pretty decent amount of quotes out of myself last night at Drew's party.

"Titties!" (accompanied by an exaggerated arm movement.)
"My dog is naked."
"There's a cock on my chest."
"I poop put of my ass."

Last night/this morning was fairly crazy and I will write about it tomorrow when I have more time to do so.

Current Mood: accomplishedaccomplished

December 10th, 2006

09:56 pm: I'm very angry at John right now.
John and I had a little chat earlier, and he's mad at me because of who I am. He knows very well what it's like to not give a shit about something and wonder why you're in college beyond the fact that your parents told you to go. He said "I've been there, and I now know the consequences." Will all this consequences-talk, he sounds like his horrid father, and he hates his father.

And a bit of useless trivia: How many dumb girls does it take to ask someone to wash dishes?
Three, apparently.

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