"even stupid people know famous people"
Monday: i stay home. but then decide that the only way to relieve sat stress is for me to purchase some review books. and use them. of course. one practice sat is done.
Tuesday: i slack off. i spend the morning doing lord knows what and then play playstation with audrey. justine had agreed to buy me dinner and so i finally change and leave the house. i get off houston and decide that i am hopelessly lost. no...wandering around wouldn't do this time...especially in the village. so. i call my lover justine. she calls me incompetent. and we finally find ino! they offer wine. i decline for fear of them asking me for ID (justine pointed out that it wouldn't make sense for them to offer wine and then refuse us it, but it's played out in my mind something like this..."you have id right?"). i can only take their offering us wine as an indication that we look years beyond our age, me with my lesbian-short hair and librarian glasses, justine with her milk leaking. anyway, we have panini, as well as a mini-discussion on how justine needs to eat faster. after dinner we have pie a la mode! thanks to justine's dad for putting money on her debit card to pay for our meal!
Wednesday: i oversleep. plans had been made for us, nami, jenn, will, and i, to meet and have supersonic blasts. we meet and go to the museum of natural history! we visit the whale room first and i suggest we play tag like i used to with camp kids. but i am denied this chance to relive my childhood memories and we move on to the watson and crick room. we watch the documentary, most of us watch anyway, until jenn and i decide to leave. people groping is not something jenn and i enjoy seeing, so we go to central park. i see a tree that i want to climb but jenn finds a huge bug on it and i frown. we see swings next and decide to swing. next to us there is a father holding a baby, being pushed by his young daughter. the daughter tires and climbs on the father. the father puts the baby on top of the daughter and tries swinging. jenn and i say awww and make sad faces. we make sad faces because we'll never find husbands as tender and gentle. here is a sad face :(. then we go have bubble tea in chinatown.
Thursday: BEULAH BEULAH BEULAH. after calling and expecting to be called back, i come to the conclusion that the only way for me to see beulah is alone. so alone i go and wait amongst indie rock kids and older beulah fans. alone, i catch up on new yorker reading. gaby's stalker sees me, i think, and lingers for me to notice him. i pretend not to. gaby's stalker is creepy. gaby's stalker, if you're reading this, please don't decide to stalk me too. thanks. i wait and read and hope some boy falls in love with me within the next hour. this does not happen. sad face here. the people are much too tall and me much too small. but it is still ok. i am reading and reading is fun right? finally we are allowed in. we sit and wait another hour. the clouds are menacing and threaten to rain on us. beulah finally comes out. i do not know what they are playing, but it sounds familiar and i know a few words. so i try singing along but fail. IT IS RAINING. I GET DRENCHED. WHY IS IT ALWAYS RAINING AT FREE EVENTS? i am wet and my shirt has magically become see through! oh no! so i try not moving, so my shirt does not touch my skin, thus decreasing risk of boob exposure. i see wendy! wendy of the wall! i speak! it stops raining! beulah plays! the synth player reminds me of wayne coyne and wears an elephant six shirt. the next five minutes i spend wishing i was married to him. the lead singer is a crowd pleaser and is clever. i listen and revel in the glory that is beulah. i dramatize. beulah is OK. this is their last show. the bassist has a son. the son is brought out to stage and is kissed. we aww. beulah plays more and we listen more. beulah brings people up to play tambourine and such. they have good times. i have a good time. i dance alone and wish i was taller.
Tuesday: i slack off. i spend the morning doing lord knows what and then play playstation with audrey. justine had agreed to buy me dinner and so i finally change and leave the house. i get off houston and decide that i am hopelessly lost. no...wandering around wouldn't do this time...especially in the village. so. i call my lover justine. she calls me incompetent. and we finally find ino! they offer wine. i decline for fear of them asking me for ID (justine pointed out that it wouldn't make sense for them to offer wine and then refuse us it, but it's played out in my mind something like this..."you have id right?"). i can only take their offering us wine as an indication that we look years beyond our age, me with my lesbian-short hair and librarian glasses, justine with her milk leaking. anyway, we have panini, as well as a mini-discussion on how justine needs to eat faster. after dinner we have pie a la mode! thanks to justine's dad for putting money on her debit card to pay for our meal!
Wednesday: i oversleep. plans had been made for us, nami, jenn, will, and i, to meet and have supersonic blasts. we meet and go to the museum of natural history! we visit the whale room first and i suggest we play tag like i used to with camp kids. but i am denied this chance to relive my childhood memories and we move on to the watson and crick room. we watch the documentary, most of us watch anyway, until jenn and i decide to leave. people groping is not something jenn and i enjoy seeing, so we go to central park. i see a tree that i want to climb but jenn finds a huge bug on it and i frown. we see swings next and decide to swing. next to us there is a father holding a baby, being pushed by his young daughter. the daughter tires and climbs on the father. the father puts the baby on top of the daughter and tries swinging. jenn and i say awww and make sad faces. we make sad faces because we'll never find husbands as tender and gentle. here is a sad face :(. then we go have bubble tea in chinatown.
Thursday: BEULAH BEULAH BEULAH. after calling and expecting to be called back, i come to the conclusion that the only way for me to see beulah is alone. so alone i go and wait amongst indie rock kids and older beulah fans. alone, i catch up on new yorker reading. gaby's stalker sees me, i think, and lingers for me to notice him. i pretend not to. gaby's stalker is creepy. gaby's stalker, if you're reading this, please don't decide to stalk me too. thanks. i wait and read and hope some boy falls in love with me within the next hour. this does not happen. sad face here. the people are much too tall and me much too small. but it is still ok. i am reading and reading is fun right? finally we are allowed in. we sit and wait another hour. the clouds are menacing and threaten to rain on us. beulah finally comes out. i do not know what they are playing, but it sounds familiar and i know a few words. so i try singing along but fail. IT IS RAINING. I GET DRENCHED. WHY IS IT ALWAYS RAINING AT FREE EVENTS? i am wet and my shirt has magically become see through! oh no! so i try not moving, so my shirt does not touch my skin, thus decreasing risk of boob exposure. i see wendy! wendy of the wall! i speak! it stops raining! beulah plays! the synth player reminds me of wayne coyne and wears an elephant six shirt. the next five minutes i spend wishing i was married to him. the lead singer is a crowd pleaser and is clever. i listen and revel in the glory that is beulah. i dramatize. beulah is OK. this is their last show. the bassist has a son. the son is brought out to stage and is kissed. we aww. beulah plays more and we listen more. beulah brings people up to play tambourine and such. they have good times. i have a good time. i dance alone and wish i was taller.