Halloween.

Halloween is overrated. I can never make up my mind on what I want to be because I can't commit. Identity is a big issue. I like being myself. I feel stupid in someone/something else's skin. I do love candy, but it always makes me feel guilty, because on occasions like these I eat way too much.

Halloween is a dumb holiday.

Last night I went to Nick's going away party. I took a video.


This morning, Carrie and I went on a wild goose hunt to find vine, black spray paint and a sheet. I still don't have a sheet. oops. I don't really even want to go out. I kind of want to stay in bed, eat pbj's and do research. Wow. When did I become so crotchety?

Cinderella.

A few points to note about my day...

1) I talked to a few girls in my class about what happened to me last night. One girl said it;s happened to her numerous times before. She even said it happened twice on the subway. What the hell is the world coming to?

2) I broke things off with the guy from craigslist that I met in person last night. (Don't worry, our "date" was nothing to write home about.) He was after one thing. And I nipped it in the butt (figuratively NOT literally! lol)

3) I went library hopping today. Hooray for getting research done.

4) I got a free tanning session in an AMAZING tanning bed. It had a water spray and air conditioning! I smell yummy. Ok, I know tanning is terrible for your skin, but what about those people who live in warmer climates and tan year round?

5) I am learning a new Rufus Wainwright song. "Going to a town". This video is funny because the guy in the beginning is such a meat head/jock rocker and Rufus is the saddest, gayest, most scrumptious musical genius.



6) On a happy, somewhat childlike romantic note, I was in Butler Library tonight and I spotted an agenda someone had left behind. I took it in hopes that I can find the owner and return it to him. It's kind of like a Cinderella story. He's probably an ugly dork, but a girl can dream can't she?

7) In travel news. I think I am going to go to Germany in January. I have a pen pal over there who I met in Barcelona last summer. He lives in Munich and is really tall. I just have to save up $647. That actually isn't that bad when you consider that its like $600 to go to California. I really want to save up and go!

FUCKING GROSS!

Ok, so I was just hanging out in my room in a tank top and underwear. I gave pika a shower in the sink and then went to the bathroom to dry her. Upon coming out of the bathroom, I thought I saw someone outside my window. Freaked out slightly, I assumed it was someone taking out the trash.

10 minutes later, I heard a noise and it looked like the same guy was outside. I went over to the window to make sure it was shut. I saw the guy scurry away and got a little bit more freaked out. Luckily, my apartment has bars on the window, so I feel a bit safer.

10 minutes after that, I saw the same hooded man outside, pushed my blinds to the side and noticed HE WAS WHACKING OFF!!

I guess I need to get shades. I am so grossed out right now. Who knows how long he has been doing this. I guess I asked for it though, dancing around naked with see through shades. I can be so stupid sometimes.

Needless to say, I am scared to look out my window and I am scared to leave my apt at night. Fucking sucks. I am pissed.

Lion Cut at Last!

This morning I went to the vet. I found out that Pika is a mere 7.2 lbs.

I also found out that her eyelids curve inward. This is a usual problem, it is also why Pika likes to close her eyes so much. I can get her surgery to cure this, but I don't know if it is a big enough problem worth fixing. She seems pretty happy.

Also, the vet said that she has nasal problems, which I already knew. This can be cured with surgery as well. Once again, probably not worth fixing. Most Persians have this problem because of their genetics. The smushed face makes for breathing problems. I already knew this.

On a happier note, I found out that she does not have ear mites. Also, the vet said that there are 2 ways to tell if she is deaf. One would be to bang pots and pans. The other would be to bring her to a specialist. I will not do the latter. There is nothing I can do even if she is deaf. Therefore, I will never know, but I am pretty sure she can't hear.

Then Pika got her hair cut. I will take pics. She looks just darling. I put a sweater on her, but she already took it off. She kept trying to walk backwards...it was cute. I know I am a sadist.

(Pictures soon to come!)

Re-cap.

Saturday was spent for la plupart, trying to sleep off the Gin from the night before. At night, however, my friend Brittany came out to play. It was nasty outside but I figured I would give her the grand walk through Columbia campus anyway, because she is considering coming to Columbia for grad school in Journalism or Creative Writing. She is also applying to a few other city schools. It would be really cool if we could live together in BK or something for my 2nd year at Columbia.
She wants to get a Persian cat too. It would be really cute if she got a black one, I think that would make for a lot of peace and harmony..at least in the feng shui sense.

I took the train back Saturday night with Pikachu and Derek picked me up. There was this really loud and annoying guido, blowout, brah, nassau county kid on the train back, trying to mack it with some hunnies. It was the most annoying thing EVER. Way worse than homeless people asking for change on the subway. I wanted to turn around and shout at him to shut the hell up, but I kept my composure, as difficult as it was. Oh Long Island.

Sunday I woke up and Mom took me out to breakfast at Mundays. We got some important bonding time in. She told me about her future prospects for marriage on the beach in Florida and it got me really happy and excited.

After that, me and Mom tried to acquaint Lulu and Pikachu. They did OK. This is important because if I ever want to go somewhere, I can leave Pika at her place.

After that I met up with Dad and Jean and we went to see Robert Hansen. He is this really awesome psychic/medium. The event was being held at this ladies house and there were no more than 40 people. It was a really personal gathering. I got to see a few people cry and shed a few tears myself about others losses, happiness or misunderstandings that have now been cleared up. This man is incredible. There is no possible way he could make this stuff up. I definitely urge anyone to go see this man.

After that I came home, ordered chinese food and went to Michaels to get some craft supplies. I got a tub of clay and a tote bag. I really want to sculpt a hand out of clay, paint it and hang jewelery on it.

I also really want to paint a pic of Karl Marx on a tote bag in time for christmas. That man looked to much like Santa Claus. I wanna ring in the season with a little commie insinuation. I think Santa and Karl were much alike. Santa pretty much treated everyone equally, not giving any child more or less (at least in the ecclesiastical sense). I mean that whole blasphemous talk about coal was just a tool used to get kids to shut up and behave. Anyway, Karl really wanted everyone to be equal in the same sort of way. But he was more into all the kids sharing their respective toys with each other. I think these are both valid claims which should be respected and appreciated during the season of christmas. I mean, even though I have turned against religion and believe that the marketing of christmas is disgusting and almost inhumane, I still believe that people should be nice to other people and give for the sake of giving, not just because they want something in return.

After gettin crafty with it, Ma and I came home and watched some Kath and Kim and Ugly Betty. Then I went to bed.

The Chelsea Hotel.

Friday night I went to Liam's birthday. It was at this really expensive bar/lounge in the meat packing district. I couldn't afford a single drink. It was kind of a bummer. The after party was way better. It was in a penthouse sweet of the Chelsea Hotel. It was not a hotel room, but an apartment. It had a HUGE roof top with plenty of fake crows, spotlights, couches, foliage, and fun people. Inside was even cooler. There were lofts on top of lofts, with the acme being this witch hat sort of thing with a ladder, on the bedroom pier. There were so many cool pieces of art work on the walls and on the ceilings. The place WAS art. Even on the way into the hotel, every wall of the stairwell was covered in cool, avant garde art and sculpture. It must be the hippest place to live in the city.

History

The hotel has always been a center of artistic and bohemian activity and it houses artwork created by many of the artists who have visited. The hotel was the first building to be listed by New York City as a cultural preservation site and historic building of note. The twelve-story red-brick building that now houses the Hotel Chelsea was built in 1883 as a private apartment cooperative that opened in 1884; it was the tallest building in New York until 1899. At the time Chelsea, and particularly the street on which the hotel was located, was the center of New York's Theater District. However, within a few years the combination of economic worries and the relocation of the theaters bankrupted the Chelsea cooperative. In 1905, the building was purchased and opened as a hotel.

Owing to its long list of famous guests and residents, the hotel has an ornate history, both as a birth place of creative modern art and home of bad behavior. Bob Dylan composed songs while staying at the Chelsea, and poets Allen Ginsberg and Gregory Corso chose it as a place for philosophical and intellectual exchange. It is also known as the place where the writer Dylan Thomas died of alcohol poisoning on in 1953, and where Sid Vicious of the Sex Pistols may have stabbed his girlfriend, Nancy Spungen, to death on October 12, 1978.

Chelsea Hotel’s famous visitors and residents

Visitors and residents of the Chelsea Hotel include Eugene O’Neil, Thomas Wolfe, and Arthur C. Clarke (who wrote 2001: A Space Oddyssey while in residence). Janis Joplin, Leonard Cohen, Bob Dylan, Jimi Hendrix, and the Grateful Dead passed through the hotels doors in the 1960s.

Virgil Thompson, Larry Rivers, William Burroughs, Willem de Kooning, Jasper Johns, Patti Smith, Arthur Miller, Dylan Thomas, and many, many others stayed here too.

The Hotel Chelsea

I Love Harlem.

If I had a dime for every time I have been cat called, I would have moved to Hawaii years ago.

Just today, walking to Marshalls on 125th, I was hollered at by 8 men. The funniest were...

On my way there...

Both of these men approached me from behind.
Skeez #1: "Damn girl, you're beautiful. What you can't say hi?"::walks away::
Skeez #2: "Well at least he has good taste."

Old man with gold teeth and a 3 piece suit (cane included).
"If I had a girl like you in my life, I wouldn't have any more troubles."

On my way back...

As I was sending a text.
"Nah, Don't do dat, call yo!"

Some guy selling umbrellas as it was starting to rain.
"Here, so you don't melt."

Haha. The last one was the cleverest. I feel like some people would be terrified by these sort of advances on the street. I just hold my head up high and strut. They're harmless, during the day. Would I ever venture out there at night? Hell No. It just makes me laugh, the things they come up with. Do they actually think I am going to respond? It's amazing the amount of things you learn to ignore while living in the city.

Lost my train of thought.

Last night was fun. I taught Kate how to play pool. I can't believe she has never played before. It was kind of funny. The game lasted forever, but I eventually lost because I got the 8 ball in. There was a really cute boy at open mic night with a blazer and glasses. Supposedly he spent a year in Cambodia or something, searching for life's meaning, eating caterpillars to survive.

Let me break it down for you, the school that Kate's BF goes to is a seminary. They are very liberal, but still a seminary, therefore many people who go there want to be religious leaders. Most of the poetry, songs and whatnot that were performed were written with regards to the higher power. It was interesting to sit in on such an event.

They were passing the guitar around later in the night and I was tempted to sing a song, but I didn't. This one guy from Australia sang a song by Flight of the Conchords, who we all know are New Zealanders. I was joking with him about how Australians and New Zealanders hate each other. I am so freakin witty.

Anyway. I have been a mega loser lately and have met a couple of boys on Craigslist. I haven't met any in person yet, but I know it must be at a public place and I shouldn't give out too much personal info.

Sidenote: My cat is SO funny. Everytime she poops, she gets out of her little littler-house and RUNS to the window ledge. Like she's ashamed. It is really funny, but really frightening, like, if I don't know she's pooping, I think something was chasing her or something. haha.

Today was spend taking Florence out for 2 hours, followed by some grocery shopping and homework/dillydallying.

I bought a delicious bottle of wine at my fave wine shop and I am about to take a shower before I get ready to go to Liam's birthday party. Should be a pretty big fiesta. His papa is none other than the infamous PatrickMcmullan i.e. the fabulous celeb. event photographer I used to work for. Tonight is the night to get my drink on. I will be sleeping at Carries. Hopefully I won't throw up through the course of the night.

TTFN.

"I got my drink and my 2 step"

The weekend already?

Today I went to class. I got a B+ on my Sociological Theory paper. Woohoo. After class I did a lot of reading because I have been feeling like a slacker lately. I hung out with Kate a lot today as well. Boy am I glad I met her. She really gets me and brings me up when I need to be brought up. She makes me feel smart. She is a really great friend for so many reasons. I don't think I would be managing half as well in this Columbia atmosphere without her.

This post goes out to Kate Mendes-Fridkis for being amazing and my most favorite new person in my life.

Anyway, tonight I am going to an open mic night with her and her bf tonight. Tomorrow I will hang with my woman Flo and then tomorrow night, I think Eddie is coming out to see Baal with me. Woot Woot.

Sloth.

I didn't do anything today. I am feeling a bit better. Pikachu kept me company. I watched bad movies and the 2nd season of arrested development. I wish I could make a living out of being a sloth.