Forget all your troubles, forget all your cares and go DOWNTOWN!

I am showing the apartment to two people, so far today. I got seven responses since yesterday. I am hoping to rent to someone who I get along with, who I can trust, who has similar interests as me. I wouldn't mind making a friend while I am at it. This is a good business technique, cause if they like me they're less willing to fuck me. Call me prejudice, but I haven't been calling back the people with accents that I can't understand because this does not give me good business prospects. I am really excited to move downtown. This should be good.

I feel like I did the same thing when I went to Dowling. At first, I wanted to get a grasp on school and to focus on it to my full capacity, but now that I am getting the hang of school, I want to be away from it. I really enjoyed my 40 minute car ride to school every morning, it gave me time to adjust. Also, up here there is nothing to do. I could have guessed that I wouldn't be crazily popular with the Columbia crowd, enough to want to live all the way up here.

Anyway. I had a really weird dream last night, involving the nude beach and people that I used to go to church with. I was on a church trip, and we stumbled across a nude beach and I was the first one to take off my clothes and dive in. I got stuck in a current with some other nudies and was loving floating on the waves, but was a bit scared I would get to far away from the shore. The current finally ended and I swam back safely. I noticed, after I got out that only a few people in that area were naked, so I proceeded to put my clothes back on. Then I ran into the church crew and was trying to talk my old pastor into believing that nudists aren't sinful because they like to hang out naked. He wasn't budging on his belief because this is what he had been indoctrinated through his schooling and preaching throughout his life. I went back over to the nude side of things, and this one guy had this kickass trailer, bigger than I had ever seen before, it had multiple bedrooms, quite a few hang out rooms, a tanning bed room, and a deck for sun bathing. It was incredible.

Anyway, symbolically, I think the whole nude current represents this time in my life where I am having fun and being free, however the fact that the current ended and I wanted to put my clothes back on, made me think that the nudist thing wont last. Or that my being free and soaring on waves wont last. Either way, this dream was prophetic.

I have mad work to do today and I am meeting up with Brittany later (woohoo) cause she is taking a tour at Columbia.

Toodles my Noodles.

Blading and Brooklyn.

Yesterday I went roller blading at a rink in Jersey with Crescencio, Kristin and Anna. It was really fun and good exercise. I miss going to United Skates as a kid for birthday parties.

We chowed down on Wendy's before hand in Staten Island. I haven't had Wendy's in forever. I had never been to Staten Island before. I can't believe it's so close to NYC and SO different. And there are rampant turkeys everywhere...like in South Park.

After blading, Crescencio and I got a bottle of champagne and some booze. We watched Hysterical Blindness and went out. I got silly. I haven't been drunk in a while so I thought I should, just for good measure. However, when I woke up this morning I wondered why I do this to myself. Why is it that forgetting shit and making an ass out of myself 'helps' relieve stress?

I hate it when creepy people talk to me on th subway. Its like they think of the dumbest comments just so they can talk to me...I mean I know I am really cool and all, but COME ON!

(As I am reading a book by a French author for Sociological Theory class)
creepy guy #1: Is that book French? Is it in French?

Me: No

him: But look (points to the author's name on the spine)

Me: The author is French but the book is not.

him: Is it History?

Me: No, It's Sociology.

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Creepy guy #2: Do you have a dog?

Me: No

him: What's this? ::points to cat hair that's on my bag::

Me: (here's the point where i should have said-NONE OF YOUR GODDAMNED BUSINESS) Cat hair.

him: Oh same thing.

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This is for Crescencio:

Woman who hates her life on loudspeaker at roller rink/Eeyore:"Everyone leave the rink, there is a private party at 5. Screw cleaning up, the partie's aready here."

Jersey broads: "Could you hold my hairspray?" "You didn't get the travel size yet?"

Overworked and Underpaid.

Tonight I worked a sabbath day dinner party at Paula's. I was supposed to watch 4-5 children, serve dinner, and wash dishes. Between teaching the boys how to play battleship, painting the girls nails and being the ref in the boys vs. girls soccer game I barely got a chance to sit still and enjoy dinner.

I worked for 5 hours and made $70. I am angry and beginning to agree with what everyone says about Jews being cheap. I need to talk to Paula because this is not right.

I understand why students are so happy underneath their studies. It's because they don't have to get raped with low paying jobs.

It wont be long now till I am professor Andersen. I can't fucking wait. All I want to do is drink a couple of 40 oz. and writhe in my room. But I wont. I will read Distincton: A Social Critique of the Judgment of Taste By Pierre Bourdieu, Brush/Cuddle with my cat, Watch Clerks II and knit my sweater. Next night I plan on getting so drunk i fall down or vomit...or fall down in my own vomit.

I'm Moving.

Ok. Three strikes and your out.

1) The power went out for a week and a half.

2) A guy jerks off outside my window.

3) There is a leak that keeps happening under the heater, and I'm afraid of electrocution/water damage to my computer. (not to mention its a bummer to keep cleaning up)

FUCK THIS APARTMENT!

I am looking to give my broker/landlord two months notice on the 9th or 10th because that is when my lease started.

I plan to move downtown after this semester ends. (I.E. Between Dec. 26 and Jan. 10th-depending on when i go to Fla.)

Ugh. I am so fed up with this bullshit.

Doing Everything but Accomplishing Nothing.

1) Since I brought my guitar into the city on Sunday, I have been writing songs a bit. I went to Kate's on Wednesday to hang and I played her my songs. When I played her the first one I wrote, she insisted that she record it. Therefore, soon I will have it posted on here. It's actually about this guy I previously mentioned from craigslist. He was txting me and annoying me while I was playing, so the song turned out to be about him haha. I really like the other song that I wrote. It needs a bit of practice because there is a bit of finger picking. Thats right, I gave up on the pick once and for all, so now you can actually hear me sing.

2) Also on Wednesday, Pikachu peed on my bed/pillow! I yelled at her and changed my sheets. Not that yelling her did anything, but I sent her mental images of me being mad and her peeing on the bed. Later on that night, she pees AGAIN in the same spot! I got mad and gave her a shower as punishment. Then I thought about it for a while, and I got her new litter recently. Maybe she doesn't like peeing on it? So I mixed it with the old stuff, and now we're all good (I hope).

Other than that spout of bitchiness, Pika has been very adorable, waking me up with whiskers in my face and Eskimo kisses.

3) I handed in my paper yesterday that I have been talking about. I am really nervous, even though it is a pass/fail class. We got assigned 600 paged to read for my theory class this week. I just laugh. I have no idea how to approach this, or what sections to leave out.

I was really awesome in class yesterday, at least I think so. Ok, at Dowling, I used to be the kind of student who would always speak her mind in class and was always the leader, if not, one of the leaders of class discussion. Since I've come to Columbia, I have tried a bit to be my old self, but found myself making somewhat irrelevant points and sometimes being laughed at (not really at...more with...but I felt like these really smart people were secretly thinking in the back of their minds "what a moron"). At Dowling, when people would laugh it me, I felt like they were all really happy that I was in class to lighten the mood and make learning less serious. Needless to say, I LOVE Columbia, but I can;t picture myself working at a big institutions. Too many ego's would get in the way of a good lecture.

Back to my point. I asked two questions/made two points in class that were really relevant and made great sense. Nobody laughed, and I felt that was some sort of accomplishment. :)

4) Last night was my first knitting class. I picked out a pattern for a really cute "go everywhere" cardigan. I am making it in black with this really pretty blended red mohair trim. I am using the smallest sticks I have ever used before (meaning the stitches will be really tiny, thus it will take more stitches to occupy the same amount of space that normally one stitch does). I am supposed to complete the back of the sweater this week. That means I have to stitch about 4 inches a day. That means about 4 hours a day. I need to learn to knit and read at the same time.

There are three other people in my class. Two of which I believe are teachers and the other one is this little girl who is probably around 10-12. This yarn store is awesome. There are 2 knitting sections, one upstairs and one downstairs. There were college age girls knitting upstairs and drinking sangria during the time my class was going on.

5) After my knit lesson, my friend Mariel (who I know from high school, who goes to Columbia Teachers College) invited me to come to this Grad student TC thing at Havanna Central. I stopped by there on my way home from knitting, had a couple of beers and came home. Knitted, watched Penelope, then went to bed.

Obama. A Terrorist and a Racist.

Below are a few lines from Obama's books; In his words!

From Dreams of My Father: 'I ceased to advertise my mother's race at the age of 12 or 13, when I began to suspect that by doing so I was ingratiating myself to whites.'

From Dreams of My Father : 'I found a solace in nursing a pervasive sense of grievance and animosity against my mother's race.'

From Dreams of My Father: 'There was something about him that made me wary, a little too sure of himself, maybe. And white.'

From Dreams of My Father: 'It remained necessary to prove which side you were on, to show your loyalty to the black masses, to strike out and name names.'

From Dreams of My Father: 'I never emulate white men and brown men whose fates didn't speak to my own. It was into my father's image, the black man, son of Africa , that I'd packed all the attributes I sought in myself , the attributes of Martin and Malcolm, DuBois and Mandela.'

And FINALLY the Most Damming one of ALL of them!!!

From Audacity of Hope: 'I will stand with the Muslims should the political winds shift in an ugly direction.'

Ugh. Obama.

I am appalled at America right now. I knew this was coming, but somehow I still had hope that McCain would win. All day I have seen people wearing Obama T-shirts and pins. Quite honestly the pin wearing has been consistent for a while now. I expected New York to come up as a blue state, but I still voted oppositionally.

Today, while entering the voting chamber, I thought of it as a pivotal moment in American history. There was still hope for the future and I was proud to push the levers and make my voice heard.

Now I feel hopeless and ashamed. When looking at the overwhelming blue states on the map, I feel like everyone has succumbed to charismatic false promises and advertisements. Obama's campaign was so strong that people couldn't look the other way. So many young voters took a stand because this was the first time a black man (or half black man) was nominated to be president. Of course this stands out in our culture. Even Tupac said "We have yet to see a black president" well, he is probably rolling over in his grave right now.

The thing that bugs me most of all is all the people screaming for joy out in the streets. I am just waiting for those damn Muslims to bomb another American monument. I am honestly frightened for the future. Call me old fashioned, but I am terrified.

Even tonight, when Carrie called me to tell me to come out and celebrate Obama's winning I got really angry. Even my own friends have succumbed to the mental slavery that results from a good campaign. I feel like I am all alone. They are all like sheep. Fuck America. I want to move to Canada ASAP.

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Give and hour, get an hour.

Saturday night I went to Sara's Halloween party. It was fun to see some old familiar faces. It was funner to see the fight that went down.

Best costume award goes to Greg, who was dressed as a Hi-C juice box. He said the costume came to him in a dream, which is even better.

Sunday I went back into the city with mom. We got some delicious vegetarian dinner at Hummus Place and then went to see Fuerabrutza. It was a really exciting show. Like moving modern art. It had some pretty strong messages which I liked.

Basically, what I got out of it was that we are constantly moving and nothing is permanent. Shit happens. Work is boring and pointless and everyone just wants to dance. It is more fun to break down walls, especially when those walls have confetti inside and you can dance in it as it falls on you.

Another idea conveyed was that dreams are sacred. Everyone can be happy in dreams, but can't always be happy in real life.

The coolest part of the show was the huge piece of clear vinyl that covered the audience that had the likes of a pool on top of it. It had anywhere from 1 to 4 girls swimming and playing on it. At certain points the "pool" would lower and we could touch it. I really wish it was my job to swim in a pool like that.

The worst part about the show was the pain in my neck from looking up a lot. However, I liked how the audience had to move around the room during the show and that there were volunteers, it made it more interactive.

Today was spent writing a kick ass draft for a paper due on Thursday. It really made me like writing again. I fell off the paper writing wagon recently because I was taking so many art classes that didn't require term papers. This paper is about the de-secularization of society because or from the media (movies, TV, music and the commercialization of Christmas) with reference to Weber and Durkheim. It really made me want to write a book with Kate about Religion, Gender and the Media. I think we could totally pull it off and have Columbia publish it.

Anyway, tomorrow is elections. I am SO happy this messy campaign is almost over. I think I want to watch it on TV tomorrow after I vote, just to get it out of my system once and for all.

The good, the bad and the ugly.

Ok, last night wasn't so bad.

Costume faves were...

1) Edward Scissorhands
2) The Burger King guy
3) Quailman
4) God's Gift to Man



I bought a sheet last minute at K-mart to make my toga. I got to Carrie's. Carrie and Jenn both made a lot of fun of me while I was trying to sew my costume onto myself. I thought I was gonna look like crap, but it actually came out really good. The only thing I was dumb about was that after I started sewing it on, I forgot that I was going to have to pee (I had a unitard on underneath), so I had to cut a hole in my pants. lol OOPS.

Jenn was a little girl, she brought a baby doll and then started stabbing it in the face and putting ketchup all over it. Carrie was a rotten pumpkin, but everyone thought she was a little French girl who got lost in the woods, or Gothic poison ivy.

No one had cameras. It's a shame. There were some pretty sweet costumes, mine included of course.

Got back to Carrie's at 5. Nick left for Wisconsin today. :(

Tonight is Sara's party. There will def be pics this time.