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Friday, January 13th, 2006
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I am sitting in a cafe in the circulo de bellas artes, where I have to pay a member fee in order to enter. There is a rather large chandeleer, a mural on the ceiling of Apollo(i think) driving a charriot across the sky, and a large sculpture of a reclining nude woman in the center of the room. It reinforces the fact that I am not at all anywhere near what i'd consider normal.
I am still very mmuch enjoying spain, while in NY everything just seemed to easy almost, I understood what people said to me, and it removed all the guesswork of what someone cursing at you is saying. But the main problem seems to be highs and lows. At one point you are having a ridiculous time, and then the next day you are bored out of your mind. It doesn't surpsirse me, I am without TV, radio, aim, internet mostly, gtown activities, theatre activities, and the availablilty of friends 24/7. So when i am with my friends I have an awesome time, then the other hours of my day i plan out giant sculptures i can make with free sugar packets. Thus I am conisdering moving to my friend's buildings, since the sugar statue would most likely melt in the rain.
But is it creepy to move to your friends' building, Erica encourages it, but I would hate to be that weird girl that practically moved in... I guess being the weird girl that comes over a lot is only marginally better though.
We are having a "Rockstaz" party tonight, organized by me and Erica, for which Julian, Guillermo and Arturo have almost promised we can stlye them. So excited, and not just because we bought 12 boxes of Sangria yesterday for it, but yes, that is the main reason, that and all the makeup.
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Tuesday, November 8th, 2005
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So far at georgetown, among other things, I have missed speeches, by John Kerry, Colin Powell, and the ex-president of Spain, a quiz contest moderated by George Tenet,(apparently to be accompanied by a wing eating contest?), Nicole Kidman filming a movie there, and Prince Charles.
http://explore.georgetown.edu/news/?ID=3602
Starting Dec. 15 there will also be an artshow of postsecrets.com at Corcoran. wt.
On the other hand, here I have seen David Beckham, a royal being chased down the street by Paparazzi (literally) and more ham than I ever thought possible... hmm, such choices.
I am taking an illustration class here which is awesome. When the teacher stays for class, he shows us slides of different artists and comics, then critiques what we have done. Usually there are only like 5 of the 30 students there, and he will often leave too after 30 an hour or so. its odd....
But artists are supposed to come in next week to talk to us, so that will be sweet hopefully
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Wednesday, November 2nd, 2005
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Livejouranl is in Spanish at the computer I am currently at, so could be posting this on someone else´s journal, I am not really sure.
I have yet to get that fluency thing people talk about, i more just zone out when i hear anything other than strait out english.
I moved my home, i now live in a residency at Calloa and it is awesome, i have the coolest roomates.
they don´t celebrate halloween here, the FOOLS, but my friends and I celebrated it anyway. Erica and I dressed as pirates, and if you think you get a lot of stairs walking down the mainstreet here being American, imagine now walking down mainstreet dressed as a pirate. Whenever we made eyecontact with someone starring we screamed arrrrg at them. I really think I am doing a lot for spanishamerican relations.
We went to an Irish bar with two of my roomates who are from Italy, Roberto, who was dressed as a pumpkin, very cute, and Frencesco, dressed as crow, makeup so hot. The bar was having a halloween party so was completely decked out, and we took pictures with anyone else dressed as a pirate. We stayed there till 6 when the bar closed then took the metro home when it reopened.
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Sunday, October 9th, 2005
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I have been putting off updating because I wanted to compose the perfect entry, not sure why, but realized I was just being silly.
I am in Spain.
I have been here for several weeks, living as an outsider, not really understanding a majority of everything. I didn't come abroad really excited, I saw it more as a chore that one must do, something that you just do. I am kind of envious of the people back at home because in my mind I am picturing them living these easy safe lives, and I know that isn't necesarily true, it is is just me second guessing myself. I hope in the longrun this will really payoff, I am liking it now, and have met many awesome ppl, but it is hard nonetheless. I have lost all interest in learning Spanish, or ever even doing/seeing anything Spanish ever again.
Positives are definetly that I have met people/grown closer to people that I find incredibly awesome, that I wouldn't have been able to do otherwise, this situation has also created so many hillarious stories and situations, usually that all end in me being threatened.
not the perfect entry, yes, more to come, even more yes...?
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Thursday, September 1st, 2005
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I miss having instant acess to a computer.
But today, in the train station in Philladelphia, I saw Geraldo Rivera. I thought it was just hillarious, so I asked him if he had change for a dollar. In order to not look to sketchy, I started a few ppl in front of him asking, none looked like did, and because God likes my plans to go well, I got all the way to him, and he gave me his quarters!! I spent one and kept the other three. Yes, it makes no sense, and doesn't matter, but the mustache is just so hypnotizing.
I go to Spain in 12 days, for the entire year! I go between being exstatic(?) and terrified.
A final note- the song "London Underground," which is the funniest song I have ever hear, has been playing in my head for 60 straight hours. yet it is still so funny!
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It was an embaressing scene when I tried to take the chronicles of Narnia out of the library.
The head librarian sent me downstairs to the children's section.
But upon opening the door to go downstairs the way i remembered from when i was like 5
I found myself standing in a broom closet.
After getting directions, I found myslef in line behind a very overactive 5 year old.
At which point i decided to look on my own.
Before taking out said books however, I was forced to pay a seven year fine of $3.
DAMN U grapes of wrath
Although it did remind me that I had vowed to kill all of John Steinbeck's descendants.
I should get on that.
On a seperate note, i received a rude rejection letter from the Journal News- THEY LOST THEMSELVES TWO QUARTERS A WEEK WITH THAT ONE! the foools
As well, despite my desires to possibly do something relating to sports as a career- like draw or write about them or something- i dunno- I continually seem to be shooting myself in the face.
The other day at the Lounge, I got in what one might describe as a mud fight with a 50 year old man, at which point he mocked me and i mocked him back- he was a red sox fan, and i wanted the TV changed from Nascar to the baseball game. Nothing to mean, but after the fact i realized it could have gone better. As in after he left I asked the waiter who it was, and was informed that the man had just retired from being the head editor of Sports Illustrated. God I am good at networking
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Kara and I met up today, in what can only be described as a heartwarming moment under the clock of Grand Central Station that captured both love and mystery in a scene that would make the hardest biker cry. We were this close to hugging!
I met her sister again, who i fully approve of, and whenever ppl talked to us on the street Kara would respond to them... because she is from AZ. Hillarious.
On the subway back, the car i was in was pretty crowded, and a woman sat next to me with a baby, and I really just had no idea what to do. So i stared down at my lap and pretended that it wasn't starring at me. Finally at a stop like everyone got off, and in the clearance, who do i see huddiling against the door grasping the rail, but a small indian girl and a tall boy with white hair. YES!! It was YAZ AND VARUN! I am embaressed to say we went "ahhhh!" but we did. It was even funnier because the whole day Kara and I looked for ppl we knew, and talked about Varun and Yaz- including saying how funny it would be if we were talking about Varun, and he walked around the corner- at which point he would discover that he is the center of our lives, lol... just kidding... no I am not....
status of job search? currently calling random ppl...awesome, prospects look good.
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And we have come to the very last night, durring which we went from Henle, to Vill. A to Back? street, to M, to the stage for graduation where Tom and I posed for picutres,back to Henle, back to Vill. A and back to Henle.
There was majorrr progress in the Tom dept. He came with us to the other party, then asked if I wanted to go back to Henle, then we got food, then went to Henle, then asked if I wanted to go back to his apt. And of course then ppl came, so we played beirut. Then around 4:30 we all realized we had to pack and that we were gonna die. So I said goodbye.... and wait, someone stayed... who? TAGER. yeah, I went home, and shhhee stayed because she had gotten very friendly with JT.
AH! she just came back!! she hooked up him!!! and apparently made a quick getaway
MUHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHAHAHAHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHAHAAHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAAAAAAHHA
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tomorrow is my last school thing of the year: my Art History final. And by tomorrow, I mean in a few hours.
i hate when ppl fight... out of my earshot.
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I think it what one would consider the middle of the night, 3:30 am. And Kara and I are at library. In theory we should be studying.
I don't really have a need to study yet, but it is good too. the test is thursday. But through this, i have come to a huge realization- I love finals, because everyone else is awake with me. Like usually I am awake at this time of night, but no one else is. But now, EVERYONE IS, and we are all together out, chilliing, and sure some ppl are doing work, but really no.
Yeah I am tired, but I like love it, i don't know. I thrive on the pain that i could be asleep but am not. LONG LIVE LONG NIGHTS!!! woop woop. party in the libs
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I have finally bought boxes, apparently I am really moving/leaving. The entire premise is so weird, and is repeated 4 times. I am not going to be back in DC possibly for 14 months. Then I will probably spend my last year in Washington DC ever.
I was thinking about going to the National Gallery sometime, and was like eh, I can go whenever, how about after my art history test. And that is realized the 14 month thing. That DC will no longer be home, yada yada, but that I can't just go down to the mall or to a Nationals game. Of course now i will be able to do all the things in NY I have been missing, but there is something special about a second home, it still has the newsense I guess. New York rarely feels new- we'll have to change that this summer ;-D
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Saturday, April 30th, 2005
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Your Inner European is Irish! |
Sprited and boisterous!
You drink everyone under the table. |
Wow, this wasn't actually shocking, but still a little...
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Thursday, April 28th, 2005
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I have really enjoyed being an ESL teacher for Georgetown workers, but it was also really sad. The first class we asked them to write about their families, and I rember on man, Antonio just wrote "My Family is not here." At another class one of the men, Pedro said he missed his old job in Mexico, which was accounting, and because I am an idiot I responded oh accounting sounds boring- then I remembered he is doing a manual labor job here, even though he has a degree in accounting. I felt like shit.
Today we had the end of the year celebration, and before it started I was talking to one of our students Aureliano. When I asked him how his week was he said soso, that there had been a lot of fixing concrete and its really hard. He said he'd like to become a bus driver.
We were also talking about English and Spanish and he said there was one American worker who had proposed a rule that no one could speak Spanish at work. And Aureliano was really worried and anxious about it, he thought the US had liberties so why can't he talk to someone else in a language they'd both understand. He said of course he wouldn't talk to some one that didn't speak spanish in spanish, but just didn't know if he was right to think they were unjust in possibly creating this rule. It was so heartbraking, he felt so stepped on.
the senior art show was also tonight- much better than last year... thank god
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Thursday, April 14th, 2005
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God! I had so many plans, but have been sick all week and am steadily missing all of the things I wanted to do. Last night I was supposed to see Assassins, but couldn't get out of bed. Today the Guy that plays Sergeant Garcia on RENO 911 had a stand up show along with DANE COOK, and I wanted to see it so much, but no one else could and I feared I would die alone of bronchitis on my way, and ergo stayed at home. I plan to go to the midnight show in a bit, and MUST gol, I can not miss yet enough piece of fun. Tomorrrow I am supposed to go a Yankee game in Baltimore with Brian and the couple, and on Saturday I have tickets to the opera! I can not miss these things, it will mean the entire week has gone to shit. Ergo, I am willing myself to stop dying....
And I am not writing my Spanish essay.... for reasons I have yet to think out.
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wow, crazy party last night, but so much fun, and I am never drinking again- please atleast not until this horrible hang over wears off, because I am still having trouble functioning as of 15 hours later. I love that you tell people to come, and then they do, it is like you control their minds! OK, this goes back to me never drinking again. Haha, Kara woke up 2 hours ago.
There arose today a question about productivity. Molly, Will and I spent the afternoon on the lawn. Will takled to me, Molly did a Spanish assignment and I painted a picture. Who accomplished the most? Clearly Will lost, he did nothing. But Molly did something she needed to do, and I did something I wanted to do. I feel I win, because I would have to kill myself if I acted like Molly, and that would lead to very little productivity.
As well, I just went to a meeting that apparently didn't exist, so just talked to Chris and Peter about last night- step one to making them our new comrades. All suggestions welcome, currently I am thinking muffin basket.
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Saturday, April 9th, 2005
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I saw it go, it was amazing. One moment the handle of vodka was on the table, the next it was down his pants. In one shocking movement, Juba had become my hero. We were at a lame party, because it is in a lame area where the neighbors get pissed if we are too loud. So no one can hang outisde, so we are all crammed inside and it is too hot and you can not control the dance floor and people are hugging you and you don't know why that boy is in a skirt or where any of the people you came with have gone.
And thus, with Juba clutching $12 worh of cheap vodka close to his package, we left. 5 minutes later to be run after by Cal, my new best friend, screaming Xandra, my new name. I have known him since the fall but we had never done much together, until this last week where i saw him everyday.
The night started off well too, Erin and I stole ice from the conference center. I didn't actually know that that was our mission upon entering the Leavey center, I was care free as usual of course. "Just act like you know what you are doing." Always a good thing to hear at the begining of the night. Armed with bags, we went through Hoya court and through "employee only" doors, and down this long hallway. There they were, these industrial ice machines, complete with scoopers. I don't think you can get in trouble for stealing ice, it is water and well worth very little on the open market...but it would be a very embaressing thing to have to explain to someone... or a future employer.
speaking of which, I am probably heading to NY in a week or two to have kind of a job interview for this summer. It is at a Comic agency, where I think the man misunderstood my repeated emails to him, because he emailed me back talking like we had met before. But says he is eager to see my work, (and that he is in the same building....as if I'd been there...) I am just gonna go with it. After many failed attempts at getting him to respond, I finally said straight out: I live in NY, will work for free, and will do whatever. Let's hope that getting your start is more important than paying your bills....or buying food.
Tomorrow I am going to the National Gallery with Adam, who tonight told me he has a penis, it is very large,and he often needs to wrap it around his waist as if it were a belt. He also promised me that tomorrow when we go to the museum he will wear Daisy Dukes. Daisy Dukes with a penis belt, the hottest new fashion in Paris I am sure.
Huuge party tomorrow at our apartment, pray it goes well, as in no puke in my shoes, bed,or hair. That is all i ask.
More to come about Sin City, a movie I enjoyed very, very much. [ but could not stop thinking about drawing the people, fricken color/ incredible higlights + lowlights playing with my mind! ]
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Thursday, March 31st, 2005
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I am so saddened to hear that Mitch Hedberg has died. Supposedly of a heroin overdose- he was 37. I have like him for years and have always been waiting for him to really come out with some big stuff. He was seriously a comic genius, no one I know has one liners...or several liners,like he does. The following is my favorite:
I bought a doughnut and they gave me a receipt for the doughnut... I don't need a receipt for the doughnut. I give you money and you give me the doughnut, end of transaction. We don't need to bring ink and paper into this. I can't imagine a scenario that I would have to prove that I bought a doughnut. To some skeptical friend, Don't even act like I didn't buy a doughnut, I've got the documentation right here... It's in my file at home. ...Under "D".
On a seperate, probably equally as sad note, I realize that I spend a majority of my time with my friend's boyfriends. (friends not present at the time.) I mean, now that me and danny are square, we spend several hours a day hanging out, I went to the basketball games with Christina's boyfriend, and Will and I bought Nationals tickets for Sunday. Is this bad?
"If carrots were alcoholic, bunnies would be fucked up"-- the man was a genius!
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Barcelona was hot, which was hard because it was often quite cold. I love how much the city really embraced its artists, I mean, they let Gaudi, a fricken nutjob- albeit fabulous- seriously run a muck. which is so awesome. We went to the Sagrada Familia, a huge cathedral that Gaudi started working on in like 1890. In 1926, when he was killed, (hit by a tram- reinforcing my earlier comment that he was a nut) it still wasn't done. The construction took a brief break, on account of his death and the Spanish Civil War and all, and restarted in the 50's. There are still construction workers and artisans there, there is still no roof and it is expected to be done in 30 years. Would New York ever tell an artist, yeah you can build the biggest building in the city, sure, it is going to take 140 years to complete? Oh no problem, here are millions of dollars.
Maybe I have more career options than I think!
Team Pues is staying strong. Today Kari and I were like, wanna go to a movie? Yeah, ok, so we went. Took the bus to dupont. There was a brief scene when we tried to get our tickets. Asked for a student ticket and he asked for Id, Kar showed her student ID, and he was like no,I need to see ID, so she coninued showing him her ID, No, I need to see ID. This is my ID! (she replied). He started poinitng randomly, and finally we realized that the movie was NC 17, and he was carding us. Awesome, at 20, we look like we are 16? Since it took us so long to figure out what he wanted, we're clearly not child geniuses and ergo not in college at 16 yrs.
The movie was La Mala Educacion, and was really good. The lead actor is gorgeous. I am excited to be studing in Madrid all next year, although still hesitiant. Eh, I seem to like throwing myself into awkward situations and then seeing what happens. This sounds like it will be one long year of awkward situations.
Also we started teaching the ESL classes and they are awesome, except I feel like a tard because I told the workers/students how to spell 8 incorrectly. There is an H in it, and I didn't didn't realize literally till 7 hours later as I was walking across campus. I should take ESL myself.... :-(
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Wednesday, March 2nd, 2005
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Wow, we leave for Barcelona in TWO days! And really have noo plans of what to do there. Any suggestions? Pedro is gonna be there to, so maybe we will meet up or something. It is so beautiful there, the last time I was there was with Liz 4 years ago. All I remember is Gaudi's Cathedral and Park, and the beach. For some reason I think there was a giant wire sculpture of a fish.
Finally our shocking spanish goodlooks and speaking skills will pay off- except for our lack of Catalan- speaking skills, but I am surrre no one will notice. So far all we have are a place to stay and plane tickets. We are working on how to get to the airport, and once we are in the country but those are just technicalities, I am sure. Our plane takes off at like 12pm, we have a layover in Detroit, and then in Amsterdam, and don't get to Barcelona till noon on Saturday. Awesome, with the time delay, I believe that is an 18 hour flight, AWESOME! That is alright though, because with special waterbottles and Georgetown spirit, we will be riding high. A layover in Amsterdam by the way...what a cool place to stay over, I wonder what language they speak there. JK- Japanese, I know. Speaking of that, lately I have been so craving going back to Japan, connecting with my roots, or as much as I can not being actually Japanese. I want to go to my old school, apartment and park- all of which I would have to figure out where they are, and if they are even still standing. That would be ridiculous, I get there, and my whole neighborhood was destroyed by Godzilla the week before.
The other day in the store, I bought a gallon of milk, then proceded to knock it off the counter, and it exploded, spraying everone with a blast of reduced fat milk. I stood there for atleast a minute, contemplated just walking out of the store, then finally picked up the still gushing shell of what use to be the carton.
PS- Evan is our new best friend, and shall soon be a new roommate
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Friday, February 18th, 2005
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I found my first gray hair today, and it wasn't even gray, it was totally white. Of course it was immediately removed from my head. Thus we are dying my hair, I shall not be gray before I gradaute college. The color shall be chosen at a later time. I was considering bleaching it, then dying it blue or something, then remembered Reagan is getting married in July, plus I yet to have a job, so i might have to go less drastic.
I thought I saw Tim Standaert today, my ninth grade teacher, he went here, so it is possible that he'd be visiting, except last time i talked to him we was stamping passports in Russia. He was my fav teacher, I was starring at the man, trying to see if it was him, then the door hit me.... so I wasn't able to really decide if it was him or not.
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