Adbusters

I just read this in Adbusters magazine (where I really want to maybe get an internship or job), and thought it was absolutely true and eloquently put.

"We've reached a point in our civilization where counterculture has mutated into a self-obsessed aesthetic vaccum. So while hipsterdom is the end product of all prior countercultures, it's been stripped of its subversion and originality. and is leaving a generation pointlessly obsessing over fashion, faux individuality, cultural capital and the commodities of style."

Me Day

Today started out a bit rocky. I woke up, knowing me and boppy were in a fight. I initially felt awkward, but tried to play it off like I didn't care. I got a lot of work done for PTTV. I am working on some publicity stuff and networking for our upcoming open house. This means I had to search all the NYC colleges and find e-mail addresses of faculty members in the programs for which our ethos is capable of being relevant for. I am actually really excited for our open house and I hope a lot of interesting people show up. However, I am not so good at party planning.

After being productive, I decided to visit Tony. I got out a lot of angst and tears. I have been extremely lachrymose lately. I don't know what it is, but I feel like this is a weird moment for me. I feel like I am all the sudden waiting in the sag of a valley, waiting to climb the next peak. I have been realizing that I have been less than kind to the people that mean the most to me. I feel awful about it. Maybe I have more psychological breakdown than I thought. I have really been manic lately.

Anyway, back to happy thoughts. After visiting my beloved Tony, I decided to go to Borders and use my gift card from Dad and Jean. I wound up getting the new Regina Spektor (which is so profound and remarkable) and Slapstick by Kurt Vonnegut. I had a nice couple of hours at the book store. That always seems to calm me down.

After finding out that Bruce had reaped the benefits of an expired speeding ticket, had his GF over and wouldn't be able to get dinner with me tonight as we had planned, I called back Stephen (who I worked on that song with). He asked me out to dinner last night, and we were planning to possibly get a drink tonight, I decided that would be the perfect idea.

He told me that he was about to go to the shooting range and I was stoked and all about it. I picked him up and we went to the range. He has a few guns, but the one we used tonight is a sexy black 9mm. I hadn't shot a gun since sleep away camp when I was 13. It was just what I needed. So exhilarating and stress-releasing. I have been doing this thing lately where I try to do something that scares me whenever the opportunity presents itself.

After shooting, we went to Tai Show and got some grub. I hadn't been there in so long and it used to be my spot at least once a week when I went to Dowling, so I am sure you can imagine. We had a really fun night. He is totally not my type but he makes me laugh and sometimes its at him, sometimes with him. However, a good times nonetheless. Def helped to heighten my mood.

Tony's Birthday

The 28th marked the 5th year that tony has been in heaven. I woke up, anticipating practice with Kim but then we wound up going to the beach. Which was incredible and just what i needed. Kim left for Seattle today. We had a lovely day at the beach, or at least a couple of great hours. Then I went off to Tony's birthday. It was good to see some people I hadn't seen in a while. I ate some pretty great food and let a balloon go with a note on it, like I do every year. Mine is the purple one in the pic.

After that, I went to go pick up my phone which I accidentally left in Kim's car. I picked it up and failed in finding other plans. Instead, I came home and got into a fight with my mom. A stupid fight. An avoidable fight. Over something so very quotidian. Ugh. I feel like a big doodie.

Vladimir Kush and Central Park

Today I met up with Boppy in UES and we went to see Vladimir Kush's gallery opening. We LOVE his work. It was such an honor to meet him. Afterward we went to lunch, and then central park. It was a beautiful day. Now I am on the train back to LI.

Riding Solo

Yesterday, I finally went and got tires for Kristen's old bike. I started riding around BK. It was really fun to feel the breeze in my hair and almost get hit by big, loud trucks. Afterward, I met up with Carrie, Jeff and Ally at Sweet Ups for happy hour. I totally deserved that beer, after my ride.

Afterward, Carrie and I watched The Notebook and she cooked me dinner. I left her house crying, only to find out that my step sister has cancer again. I guess it was a good time to find out because I was crying already. After taking a shower and getting ready at home, I met back up with Carrie at BCC and we also met up with Jeff, Alli and Jeff's 2 friends from Ireland. I had a lot to talk to them about because one of them lives in Galway (where I did a semester abroad) and actually went to the same school that I went to.

After that, I decided to head over to Kristen and Anna's going away party. They are both moving back home at the end of the month. I had the worst acid reflux ever, but their friends were really funny. I was hesitant about leaving when I did, I totally wanted to stay, I just felt like my throat was going to burst into flames...not such a good feeling.

RIP MJ

I got on the train tonight to go to work and witnessed this nice young woman mourning the loss of Michael Jackson. I was pretty shocked because I thought he was pretty young. I also found out that Farrah Fawcett died today too. Supposedly MJ had a heart attack. After I got off the subway, there was a constant buzz around Broadway - Lafayette. Everyone was talking about it. All you had to do was walk down the street. He made a huge impact on pop culture. But hey, that's what people do, they die. RIP.

A Turning of Tables

I don't know why, but for some reason recently I feel like my generally happy-go-lucky outlook has been misplaced. This is due to no fault of my own, I believe its something bigger than me that is causing this rupture of my usually pretty awesome mood and life. OH well. It is actually nice out today so I shouldn't complain and go outside and relax.

Sahara East and BCC

Last night Carrie, Anna, Kristen and Jason all came out to the hookah bar for my birthday. We sat out on the back patio/tent, which was pretty neat and almost felt like walking into the saharan desert. We got some hummus, sangria and hookah. It was delish. It was nice to have a little intimate gang of us. After that, we went to BCC and got some slushies. A few more people showed up and I made friends with a guy who has my birthday and is very much like me. It was really strange. We are supposed to go for coffee, but that may have just been me assuming things because I was drunk.

Pikachu and Tanning

I had some pretty strange dreams last night. In one, Pikachu was not my cat anymore and was out in my neighbors yard. I still lived with Edith and she went over to Pikachu and peed on her. It was kind of gross and I felt bad for Pika, but I didn't go near her because I had this perception of her being mean.

In the other dream, I was living in this really nice building in the LES with a bunch of kids, like who I knew from HS and we had a bunch of tanning beds and stuff in our lobby. That was def the inner me saying, fuck this weather. And now on the one day I should be going to work this week, its gorgeous out.

Take Me To Brown Town

After awaking to a slightly disturbing state of a hangover and no concrete plans for the day, I got a message from Jodette asking if I wanted to get a mani pedi. So I went and J and I got some sushi at Sakana after. We had a really great little day together. A pleasant surprise for my birthday. I am mad that it has been raining on and off all day. In all of my years on this earth, I do not recall one birthday where it wasn't sunny and warm. I guess I shouldn't complain. I have been spoiled by all these years with nice weather. At least my birthday isn't in the winter (sorry guys).

Happy Birthday to Me

Last night I went out in Huntington for my birthday. We went to the Tavern and Mary Carolls and I got pretty silly. People who showed up were Mom, Derek, Patti, Mike, Bruce, Kathy, Nicole, Jodette, Sara, Nick, Mariel...I think thats it. Tonight is another event in the city/Brooklyn. (Argh! I wish I had my picture cord!!)



Highlights of the night include

-Dancing to Girltalk
-Derek's Fishbowl
-Little V's
-Making Nicole my GF
-Jagerbombs!
-Derek making friends with EVERYBODY at MC's

I Told You We'd Make It

My life has been taken by storm due to musical influence. We had a band practice on Sunday night after my fathers day festivities and I introduced Lauren (Keys, Bass & Back up Vocals) to Kim (Violin, Electronic, & Back up Vocals) to each other. They totally hit it off and we are all really stoked to start doing songs together. We decided that we are going to try to do a cover of Radiohead - Paranoid Android just to get it started. However, also in the mix is Explosions in the Sky, the Cartigains, Rilo Kiley, the Beatles, Andrew Bird, Metric, and Van Halen amongst others. I am really ecstatic that this musical project is coming together and with such talented musicians. Both of my girls went/almost went to school for music, did all county/nyssma/all state and one of them actually used to play gigs with Miley Cyrus and Ashley Tisdale (She said it was as a joke, but I am mucho impressed). Anyway, I will have some songs on here soon. I just wanted to post some "Paranoid Android" so you could listen to it and pretend it was being played with violin, keys and little old me on my guitar (oh and some drums...somehow).



OH and other good band news. Last night I recorded this song with my boy steph and he told me that I could hold onto his drum set for a while. Woohoo! Free drums!! I am so glad that I have a practice space and that drums are being added to it! The pattern of the universe is certainly in my favor!

Providence, RI

Yesterday, (Saturday) I was supposed to go to the mermaid parade in Coney Island with Blair. However, it was raining so Blair came up with a plan B, which was to go to Rhode Island to see Ted Leo and the Pharmacists. I haven't spontaneously driven out of state to see a band play in so long, so I did everything in my power to make it happen. We had a nice ride in the rain, listening to good music and having good conversation. We stopped for Taco Bell on the way (totally out of the way but completely necessary) and then we finally made it to RI. They were just finishing up having a gay pride parade so the city was alive. It was nice being there with him, sort of like a mini getaway. Its funny how much more you appreciate a place when you've spontaneously driven 4 hours to get there.

We found the venue and they told us the show was sold out. But we told them that we just traveled all that way, so they let us in anyway. The show was great and the opening band reminded us of the Sex Pistols meets Connor Oberst...meets a few others. After the show we took some pictures in front of the festively flamboyant capitol building and I ran through some sprinklers. We then drove home and arrived in Brooklyn at 4am.

Today I said goodbye to B for the summer. It was kind of sad, but I know I will see him again when he gets back and then again when I get back from Taiwan. The summer isn't the time to fall for someone anyway, I think it must be protocol that the weather be much colder for that.

Happy father's day!

Awesome Combination

Friday night I had a lovely band practice with Lauren. We came to a conclusion on what song by Rufus Wainwright to play while feasting on dark chocolate and wine. We will be covering 'Between My Legs'. Below is an awesome live rendition of it, watch closely because at the end a certain someone (echem Jake Gyllenhall) makes a hilarious guest appearance.

Something Big

Something big is happening. I can feel it.

Where is Summer?

Why is it cold and rainy? I have never had bad weather on my birthday, ever. This year may be a first.



OH, So I am pretty keen on taking a couple of years off to work/volunteer/make music. It is weird, like I know I will go back. I just am not ready to be so serious yet. I know I will be, for sure. I love being a student and I know that I am really good at it. Besides, I won't ever leave the world of academia anyway, so there's no reason for me not to excel in my education, cause it will only help me in teaching. Dad, stop worrying! I understand that other people say they are going to go back and never do, but it must not have been imperative for them to excel in their education as part of their 'time off' job. It's weird, like I finally feel like I don't need to what everyone else is doing. I have really become less dependent and all about accomplishing my own goals rather than succumbing the the goals of others. I feel like I am in a good place in my life, and I don't want to waste my youth toiling away in a library. School will always be there, my youth wont. There will always be time for settling down.

New Hair?

I am thinking of getting my hair did in shades of red for the summer.

I like the color of the darker one, but the cut of the longer one. So hopefully that would look good or something. Hmmm.

Satisfying the Musical Me

The last few weeks have revolved around music for me and I have to say that its made me pretty happy. I ran a bunch of errands today, and then treated myself to some instruments. I got maracas, clave sticks, a glass slide, a capo and a tambourine all for about 60 bucks. I am really happy and excited that I can express myself through music and it actually sounds pretty good..(I think). I am actually second guessing applying for a doctoral program this year because once i do that, its like..I can settle down and stuff. I don't know If I am ready to be a doctor yet. I kind of just want to live and be young and artsy for a couple more years. I am way early anyway.

What I Really Meant

And you probably thought I 'accidentally' posted that last one. Here is proof I didn't.

Dance Monkey! Dance!

Dance Monkey

I meant to post a video of Jason tap dancing with a fro wig...but instead my computer posted a recording/video of me and lauren jamming/writing our new song. oops! I will get that Jason vid on here ASAP

Puerto Rican Day Parade

Geez those PR's are noisy. All day my eardrums have been bombarded with incessant honking and shouting. I understand you;re excited PR is getting recognized. But can you PLEASE STFU?!

True Blood Party

I picked up some fangs yesterday to go to the True Blood Party at R Bar. We are going to start having them there every week when Jeff works. This vamp craze is kind of a big deal.

You Met Me At A Very Strange Time In My Life

After the bike ride, I dangled around the LES for a bit before returning home to watch my footage. I had talked to B about going to the movies, so we went to see land of the lost. I was expecting it to be horrible because I had read all these bad reviews, but I guess since I had B and popcorn to occupy myself, it wasn't too bad.

Afterward we made our way back to Willburg. The trains haven't been running at night and there is free shuttle service, but it is always SO crowded and annoying. The other day I had to be crammed up on a bus, next to some guy who was obscenely shouting at and about his Puerto Rican girlfriend. And the worst part was that he was complaining about being on the bus. I am sure I wasn't the only one who thought his rants were making his/and all of our predicaments worse.

After getting home to my fur/piss free bedroom, I serenaded B with some of my vocal stylings and played him a recording of the song I am working on with Steph.

After a peaceful sleep, with a nice breeze trickling in, we decided it would be apropos for us to grab some brunch at FADA. Next we went off to PS1 because I had heard of a really good exhibit that I wanted to drag him to. It was pretty interesting and enjoyable and we had a great time wandering through the halls/rooms of PS1, which used to be a public school. I was really excited we got to see the faux swimming pool that they were setting up the last time I was there.



After the museum, we wandered around Queens for a bit and sat out by the water. We talked while melting/bursting into flames and eventually found the subway and got out at Times Square. This is the part of the city we always try to avoid, however, B needed to pick up a few things, and I didn't want our date to end yet, so I tagged along. Also, I hadn't been to Times Square since they stopped allowing cars in. It was really cool to see people lounging in the middle of times square. I kind of like it, and want them to keep it that way.

B and I had a conversation that I needed to have, right in the middle of Times Square, to ensure our privacy and anonymity. It is really funny how you can feel the most alone/private while surrounded by hundreds of people. At one point B said 'You met me at a very strange time in my life" and immediately, I thought of this scene from Fight Club. Epic.

Naked Bike Ride

On Saturday, I went to Chelsea to cover a naked bike ride for PTTV. I was looking forward to heading out there and taking my top off, however I didn't because barely anyone showed up and only 2 girls actually took their tops off. There was also WAY too much press. The rain definitely put a damper on this event.

It is a law in NY State that one cannot reveal their privates in public. What a dumb law. Because of this, people who were riding in the race could not expose themselves completely and be assured that they wouldn't get arrested. The bike ride did not live up to what I had hoped, however, it still felt good to be a part of something and to be there for a good cause, and it was nice to learn how to use the camera. BTW this picture is of the 3 hottest people who showed up.

Urban, Suburban and Beyond

Since I have moved I have become harder and more pretentious. This is good, I suppose, in the competitive world of academia and business, so I have definitely learned something here. However I feel like no matter how hard I try to avoid it, I still have my suburban-long island roots.

I know that most artists/writers have conflicted feelings about their homeland and I am no exception. Even though I have only been living off the island for 10 months, my outlook has drastically changed. I am more able to see the long island population from somewhat of an outside observer's perspective. This makes me want to move further away from long island, into another city or somewhere that I perceive would be better (though I know deep down that just maybe, LI is where I belong most). Maybe its not the place itself, but the people I am acquainted with that make me feel out of place. Maybe I just don't know where to meet the right people. Or maybe, people like me just don't hang out. That can't make any sense.

I guess what I am trying to say is that I don't feel like I belong anywhere, or maybe I just don't want to belong anywhere. It's not 'belonging' as much as fitting. Some people search the world to find somewhere they fit in, and then realize it was under their nose the whole time. Kind of like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz.

I don't know, maybe a feeling of belonging isn't something that is ever stable or permanent. I know that I felt perfectly at home in my apt and like a family with my roomies a few months ago, but now I feel somewhat out of place because the new people that I have met out at bars who once seemed witty and mysterious really turned out to be boring and not worth my time. Maybe you have to actively search to belong or fit in, as it is something that is always changing with the dynamics of the people involved. I am going to keep chasing that rainbow, hopefully move to California for my doctorate, only to find out that the people on the west coast are just like the people on the east coast and I will have to go through disassociating myself all over again.

I found out that I am moving back to Long Island after I get back from Taiwan. My teaching job calls for work in Patchogue, and I do not want to commute, no sir! I am a bit disappointed that I have to move back home, as it felt so good to be somewhat independent. But I guess its for the best, especially since we are in a recession. Ugh, another crossroads lays out before me and I must say goodbye to the old and hello to the new.

Chillin at the Studio

Ok, so I went on a date with this guy Stephen last night, who I met over the weekend through Julia. He is only a month older than me, and lives out east on LI. We have a lot of weird stuff in common, but there is also a huge amount of things we don't have in common, like our personal style. After dinner, we went to his friends studio to lay down some tracks for this song he has been working on. He wants me to do the vocals for it. He sort of wrote lyrics, so I am working with him to complete this song. I am totally honored that he asked me to do this, as I am always interested in starting a new musical project. He laid down guitar, drums and beatbox tracks and I will be singing along to the cd to see what I think sounds best vocally. The song is actually really pretty, kind of like alternative/rock/acoustic.

It's weird how vastly different the persona of the general population becomes when you move from urban to suburban areas. He was funny, he made me laugh a lot, but also was kind of embarrassing at times. I am used to dating older guys, or urban guys who grew up faster, so I was kind of taken aback by how old/young I felt hanging out with him.

BCL.EDU

I met with my new boss yesterday to discuss my future employment at Briarcliffe. I found out that I will not be teaching this summer, but will start in November. This kind of made me sad, but also happy because it means that I won't have a real job this summer. I was kind of looking forward to being a successful business woman, oh well, that dream will have to be postponed. She gave me a HUGE stack of paperwork to do before I can be employed. I really would like to slit my wrists, or paper-cut myself to death. haha.

So Naive

After giving away my cat yesterday, I decided that drinking a whole bottle of champagne by myself would be a good idea. I sat in the apartment and sulked and thought about how she is in a better place and that I did the right thing. After putting the remainder of my bottle in a sippy cup for the road, I headed out for PTTV.

I got to the office pretty tipsy, but I don't think anyone had any idea. I facilitated the meeting, pretty well; but it was an abbreviated meeting due to a friend of a member coming in to discuss racial and sexual diversity in our group. I brought up some valid points which needed to be assessed about our missions statement prescribing to educated, middle class individuals. I also noted that in this urban environment, it is difficult to assess that everyone has equal opportunity for enriched education. Most of the people in my collective went to ivy league schools and/or are white. People usually work on topics which pertain to their lives, it is very much, a self fulfilling prophecy. I felt like it took some degree of 'balls' to say all this stuff about race and class, especially being the newest member of my group. I am really proud that it didn't go unsaid though, especially since I am to teach about the importance of race and class in my upcoming job.

After a drunken rant, which was ideally received by my peers, I went out with a couple of members for a beer. Just quickly though, because I had made plans to meet up with Lewis for dinner/drinks. I had a lot of fun talking to him, and I feel so naive for thinking that he just wanted friendship because that's what I was after. He approached me from the friendship angle and I didn't believe he would come onto me, but whatever, I realized last night how dumb I am to think that anyone just wants to be friends with someone of the opposite sex.

I walked out of the bar in somewhat of a frenzied hurry, I had to get out of there because I realized where the night may be headed if I had kept drinking. On my way to find a subway route that connected to where I was going, I asked two random strangers for directions. Little did I know, they were both psychics. One was a tall, handsome, flamboyant, black man with bleach blonde hair, probably in his mid-twenties. The other was an older, shorter, hispanic woman, with big hoop earrings. Both of them said that they had visions of me in a dark red room with huge piles of books, that I should do some work with a pendulum and that I seem like I may have healing powers. We talked astrology in front of the train station which they led me to, for about half an hour. I didn't want to go because our conversation was SO interesting.

After a long train ride, (or long time spent waiting for the train) and having to transfer to a shuttle bus outside of the Lorimer station (UGH), I stopped in the deli downstairs from my house to get a snack. Who should come in right behind me but Jason and his friend Brittany. I had been meaning to meet up with them earlier all night! However, both of our nights had lasted longer than originally planned, so it was weird that we happened to cross paths on the way home.

So yeah. An eventful night. I feel like there should have been a full moon or something.

Pika's New Boyfriend

This cat will be living with Pikachu from now on. Isn't he gorgeous?

FIlled with Love and Pee

I am really going to miss that little stinker. I just got rid of Pika, and I am sadder than I thought I would be. A study was done concerning health problems and cat ownership. It was found that a large number of health problems have been presumed to be avoided as a psychological result of owning a cat. However, I suppose if the cat causes more drama then its worth, this statistic cant be true.

I just handed her off to some acquaintances. They seemed like really genuine, cat-loving people. I trust that they will take good care of her. I hope that she never feels lonely enough to want to piss on a bed ever again.

Dear Pika.

You were full of love and all you wanted was my attention. I was too busy to give you the constant affection you so desperately needed. I am sorry that things didn't work out. I love you very much. You helped me through some hard times, and good times, and were a great companion when I lived alone. I am sorry that you didn't quite get along with Edie and Ramoana. And I am also sorry that you are deaf, even though that is not my fault. I will always love you Pikachu. Thank you for cuddling with me when I needed cuddling, sneezing in my face when I least expected it, and dancing on my head early in the AM. You will be missed.

<3 Nicole

Reading My Mind

I love it when you are able to read someone's mind without even trying. Like a unique understanding of what the other wants or needs or is just thinking about. Yesterday was a day like that for me and a certain someone.

I Will Miss You, But Not Your Pee

Quarantined and Kept

Monday I came home to find my apartment in the messiest condition EVER. It's annoying to come home from vacation and have everything in your kitchen, living room and bathroom be in disarray. I immediately started cleaning my bedroom, in hopes that somebody would come over and adopt my cat. Later on, Jason and I did some laundry and then I went to Prospect park to see David Byrne (of the Talking Heads) play a free show, and to meet up with Blair.

There were a bajillion hippies everywhere, sprawled out on the grass, smoking grass and loving life. I finally found B and we went to a diner to get some eats. After a lovely night, I woke up and went straight to work at PTTV. I finished my flyer and then stopped home to pick up clothes for the next day. My bed is sealed with plastic so that in case if Pika pees anymore, I can easily get rid of the scent. Not to say that I mind sleeping at B's house. :)

After a quick slice of pizza and a trip home, I went to meet up with B at Cobble Hill cinemas to see Angels and Demons. It was pretty good, I thought. I didn't actually finish the book, so the ending threw me for a loop. One part of the movie with I particularly enjoyed was how they portrayed the press. The news companies from around the world shown in the movie were always misinformed and wrong, doling out incorrect or incomplete information. I felt like this was an accurate portrayal of news media and applaud Ron Howard for including this aspect in the movie.

Summertime and the Livin' is Easy

Ok, So I know I have been slacking lately. Long story short, I hung out in SF, went out with Michelle and the gang one more time and came home on Saturday. Sunday was beach day. My first time this season. It was SO beautiful out, but the water was still too cold for swimming. It is going to be such a great summer. Please excuse my slight blog interruption/lack of posts due to a booming social life.

Berkeley Squared

Wednesday we went to Berkeley to take the tour. The tour guide was a Soc student. I asked him a few questions and we bounced. I have been doubting my prospective place at Berkeley. Nonetheless, I didn't need to take the whole tour, as the campus is SO huge. Me and Boppy walked around Berkeley for a few hours. I decided that Berkeley is the equivalent of SF's Brooklyn.

After a lovely day walking around the beautiful campus, I we met up with Michelle for dinner in the ghetto, at this place which is supposedly the best place to get Vietnamese food in the city. Then Boppy parted ways and Mich and I went back to her place and met up with roomie/friends and went out to a bar where there was a kick-ass live band. After that, Mich and I went to this speakeasy near my hotel. It is top secret and you need reservations and a password to get in. Pretty cool.

The Truth About SF (hehe)

Vino & Berkeley

Today we went for a wine tour in Napa Valley. It was absolutely gorgeous. We hit up 4 wineries and took a ferry ride back to SF. It was a beautiful day!

After we got back to the hotel, I decided I wanted to check out Berkeley solo to prep for our tour tomorrow. My first trip on the Bart was rather interesting. I can't believe how small their subway system is. I mean, compared to what I am used to. I got on the wrong subway at first, but it didn't matter because a lot of them go to the same places anyway. Then I got onto the right one and went through oakland, which has all these strange looking pieces of machinery that look like giant mechanical dogs with their heads pointed toward the heavens. Quite strange looking, really. Then, after thinking I was headed in the wrong direction, and telling myself I would get off at the next stop, whether right or wrong to see if I was headed in the right direction; I was at Berkeley. This area is SO cool. The U C Berkeley campus is gorgeous with trees and historic buildings and random hippies galore. I feel like I belong here. The only thing killing my buzz is that I don't think their sociology program has what I need academically. They are far more focused in political and religious sociology. Ugh. Oh well. The tour will be fun tomorrow anyway.

The San Francisco Treat

Yesterday, Boppy and I went to Fisherman's Wharf. It was a blustery day and we decided to go to the wax museum and Ripley's believe it or not. We walked around a lot, ate In & Out (YUM!) and got matching rings (as usual on our vaca's). I was SO exhausted as I didn't get much sleep the night before. I found out from Cres that (a) my new roomate's name is Nathan and (b) Erika is going to move into my apt in Sept. Thus, I am moving back home (or into another apt) after I get back from Taiwan. I will probably hang out on LI though. I also made another decision, to try to go teach/live in an American city for the spring semester of 10'. I just realized how happy it would make me to get out of my New York element for a few months. I never separated myself far enough away to reap the benefits of being truly independent.