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).