02*27*05
02*27*05 Yay! I found it! 02*27*05 So I had my second date last night with my date from Friday night. Here are the specs: His name is Chad, he's 28, he goes to Columbia University for Sociology, he lives in Park Slope, he likes movies as much as me.... That's all anyone needs to know at the moment. I figure it's only a matter of time before he finds this, so I'm not going to say too much. Just know things went well enough Friday night to make us want to hang out again the next night. We went ice skating in Prospect Park with his friends last night. It was a lot of fun. I have pictures, but I have to get ready soon because my mom is coming up. So I'll post them tonight. I did talk my head off to Chad both nights we hung out, but surprisingly most of it wasn't too stupid. Although it's possible that maybe I just thought that because I had a few drinks. People tend to think they're a lot better at a lot of things when they've had a few. In any case, it's nice that I feel comfortable talking to him. Even though we've only had two dates, it seems to be going pretty well. I'm being overly-cautious about what I'm writing because I feel like any slip of the tongue will jinx the situation and send it to an early grave. Maybe I should just shut up about it now. My mom is coming here bearing gifts of paper towels and toilet paper in bulk. I'm very excited. It doesn't take much. We're going for pedicures in Manhattan. I think I'm going to get a back massage too because I'm still so sore from falling the other day. Afterwards I'm gonna see if I can make her go see The Gates with me. I've only seen them from across the street on my way to school in the morning. And since today is the last day they're up, I guess I should go take cheesy tourist pictures of me standing next to them. I saw the most amazing series of sequential photos of Tony Danza roller blading in Central Park, falling and smacking his head on the base of one of The Gates. It was in the Daily News a few weeks ago. I don't know why I didn't save that. Curses! 02*26*05 I like when a date leaves me smiling all the way back home. 02*25*05 Make that four times. 02*25*05 I have my date tonight! I'm really looking forward to it, but I'm kinda nervous. I guess because I actually care what he thinks about me. The problem with me being nervous on a date is that I tend to talk too much and I say really stupid things. A verbal vomiting of sorts. And I don't realize it until it's too late, so there's no stopping it. I slipped on the snow and fell really hard on the sidewalk last night. That's the third time this winter I've fallen. The first two times were kinda funny because it didn't really hurt and I just felt silly. This time it really hurt. I think I bruised up most of my right side. I fucking hate my snow boots! Who makes boots without any treads!? And furthermore, why do I wear boots without any treads in the snow!? I need to invest in some good boots. I'm still updating my site. I like it a lot better. If you don't, go make your own damned site. The girls at my internship discovered I'm pretty handy with Adobe Photoshop yesterday, so I got to Photoshop pictures all day. They asked if I wouldn't mind if they "raped my skills", and I said sure thing. At lunch they were interrogating me about why I don't eat meat. I told them I also didn't eat fast food and they were appalled. One girl said something to the effect that I've cut all the major food groups out of my diet. Apparently fast food is now a food group. Why do you meat eaters always give me shit about not eating meat? I never give carnivores any problems about eating meat. I think the reason behind this is that some carnivores probably think I think they're horrible and they feel guilty; so, they try and put my eating preferences down to feel better about theirs. All I have to say is cut it out! 02*22*05 I hope everybody has Verdana installed on their computer, because that's what I've changed all the font to on this site. I think it looks nicer. I also changed my About Me page. I know that most people just go straight to my journal and never look at anything else, so you may not even know what it looked like before. Here is another option I was playing around with. But I like the red one the best. I also changed my front page a tiny bit. I also updated the pictures on my picture page and my friends' picture page. I'm aware that there's absolutely no continuity between any of the designs of any of my pages (except the picture pages). But I like the individual designs too much to change them all to look the same. I'm not going to even say how long it took me to change the coding on my 20 other older journal pages. Just know that it took forever. It made me glad I never saved anything before June 2003. By the way, I don't know why I never did save them. I would always just replace my last entry with a new one, and that amounted to erasing almost three years of journal entries. Anyway, while changing the code, I couldn't help but skim over some of the things I've written. I wish I could go back in time and slap myself when I was dating Gavin. I can't believe all the shit I put up with and all the excuses I made for him. What the hell was wrong with me!? Of course hindsight is 20/20. Anyway, sorry for anyone who had to suffer reading that back then. My date is Friday. We're having dinner and then going to this bar that has a DJ playing stuff from the 30s-60s. I went once before over a year ago with Katrina. I remember it being really relaxing. Plus you don't have to scream to the person you're with to be heard. I skipped my internship again today. I'm bad. But I did get a lot done that I've been meaning to do. Oh, by the way, my rat dissection on Friday went very well. We had to skin the rat first and then cut it open. Then we took out its intestines and unraveled it to see how long it was. It was pretty fascinating. I named my rat Scratchy. But I don't actually know which one is the mouse out of Itchy and Scratchy. Ok, I just looked it up, the mouse is Itchy. Oh well. He's dead; I'm sure he won't mind being named after a cat. 02*21*05 I was going to go to the crime lab today and knock off some internship hours, but I decided just before I was about to leave that I don't want to go today. I'll skip class and go tomorrow instead. Anyway I figured I'd write in here, then go back to bed. But I swear I'll be productive once I wake up! I had a blast Saturday night. Jamin and I met up around midnight at MisShapes. Well actually we were supposed to meet at midnight, but he got there around 12:30. Anyway, we danced there for a little bit, but the music was only ok and it was crazy crowded. So around 2:30 we headed over to Opaline. Carlos was there with an extremely wasted date. About ten minutes after we got there, the strip contest started. With very little coaxing from me, Jamin entered it. He's been telling me about doing this forever. He said he was gonna bare all, but I wasn't too sure if he'd follow through. Good ol' Jamin didn't disappoint. He was the only one up there out of about ten people to take it all off. It came down to him and two girls who kissed topless. Ya know, you guys really need to get over the whole girl-on-girl action. It's so overrated. Jamin should have won that $100 hands down. But stupid jocks were rooting for the girls. And if they cheered for Jamin I guess that'd make them gay. Thankfully the hostess decided it was a three-way tie and they all split the money. Afterwards Jamin and I danced like crazy. He was clothed by that point. Then we went for pizza. He had his bike with him, so I rode on the handle bars. I've never done that before! It was so much fun. I didn't get to bed until after 5:30, so I spent most of Sunday sleepy and a little hung over. I have a date sometime this week. I'm really looking forward to meeting this guy. I don't think I've really looked forward to a date since probably my first date with Gavin a year ago. And I'm not even so sure I was really looking forward to that. But I'm probably only saying that now because I know what the overall outcome was. So, I am in a good mood and I get to go back to sleep. This week looks promising.
02*18*05 Well the day has finally come when I have to dissect a rat. I've managed to go my entire education without ever having to dissect anything. But today all that changes. Honestly I'm kind of looking forward to it. Maybe that's contradictory with me being a vegetarian and all. But if it makes anyone feel any better, I won't eat the rat when I'm done dissecting it. The other day at the crime lab I watched one of the criminalists process a case for hair and fibers that involved a dead baby being found on a beach. She brought a portable cd player into the examination room, so I picked a few cds. As she was putting the cd in the player, she looked at the cover and told me I was a sick girl. I didn't even realize the connection between the cover and the case she was working on until she pointed it out. See for yourself. Anyway I thought it was pretty funny...in a sick way of course. I was talking with some of my classmates yesterday and I'm almost positive we're going to take a little trip down to Atlantic City in May to go to a crime scene reconstruction conference. But we're gonna stay a day extra to investigate the casinos. Last night I had some drinks with those same classmates. They're in their 30s and have both had 6 year relationships that ended about a year ago. They were talking about how painful it was then, and how it's still a little painful now. I was trying to relate with their situations being that I've had my heart broken a few times, but they basically shunned me out of the conversation because I haven't spent a quarter of my life with a guy. I dunno, I get mad when people always try and quantitate the amount of heartbreak I've experienced with the amount of time I spent with the person. Four months, nine months, fifteen months or six years--I don't give a shit--if you loved the person and it ends before you want it to, it hurts a lot. End of story. Wednesday night I went to a great lecture given by a professional runner on how to start running. I'm so glad I went because I picked up a lot of great tips. I just wish I hadn't drank last night because my stomach felt too unsettled to work out. I'm not sure what I'm doing this weekend. I do know that I am going out even if it means going by myself. I can't spend another weekend inside now that I'm feeling better. Ok, it's dissection time. 02*14*05 I went to the doctor's today. He told me whatever I have is viral and all I can do is get plenty of sleep and drink plenty of liquids. But I did that all weekend and I still feel shitty! Oh well. This puts a damper on my punk rock karaoke plans tonight. I don't feel too bad about it though since it's so shitty out. I'd rather be inside. Not too much to write about since I haven't done anything all weekend except sleep. Jamin came over last night and watched Dawn of the Dead (2004). He liked it...of course. I was just watching season 3 of Strangers With Candy and decided that the following quote is my favorite at the moment: Jerri: Do a lot of the people die from the syphilis? 02*12*05 If I see one more fucking Valentine's commercial where a guy is giving some girl some cheesy ass piece of jewelry I wouldn't wish upon my worst enemy I'm gonna puke. I've been stuck inside most of the day with my wide selection of 7 channels to watch. I'm not feeling well. I wasn't feeling well last week either, but I started feeling better before Katrina got here and then we went out all night. I guess since I didn't give myself enough time to recuperate then, it's come back to bite me in the ass now. There was so much I had wanted to do today. I managed to get some of it done. And even though I feel like I might pass out if I were to go out right now, I was just telling Geoff a few hours ago that I still really wanted to go out. I told you dancing was addicting (see 01*25*05 if you don't believe me). But I've seen the err of my ways and I'm going to bed soon. I really hope I feel better by tomorrow. This has been the week from hell. I'm so glad it'll be over in one hour. I spent 5 hours on a lab Wednesday that got me no where. Then I went grocery shopping and when I got to the counter they informed me all the credit card machines were down. It was nice of them to tell me that after I had already done all my shopping. Then yesterday is when I started feeling really sick at my internship. I was really tired and just wanted to go home. When I finally did, I realized by the time I got from Queens to Manhattan that I had left my cell phone in my lab coat. So I took the train 40 minutes back to Queens, got the phone, and took the train 40 minutes back to Manhattan (and then sat on my train to Brooklyn another 40 minutes). And then of course there was that awful picture of me on that webpage (see last entry). Arg! Anyway, I'm counting on this string of bad luck to end at the stroke of midnight. And for my apartment to turn into a pumpkin. This is such a shitty time of year to be single. Not only because of Valentine's Day, but because when it's cold and dreary sometimes I just wanna stay in and watch movies. I miss having someone to do that with. But come warmer weather I know I won't care as much. And that's just around the corner. And school will be over soon! Need...Theraflu...now. 02*10*05 Ew ew ew ew ew! What the fuck!? Why couldn't I have just smiled like a normal human being!? I look like a zombie turd face...whatever that looks like. I told that boy to erase this picture!! Waaaaaah. 02*10*05 Got me a movie slicing up eyeballs! I really do. I rented the movie the Pixies wrote the song Debaser about. It's called Un Chien Andalou (An Andalusian Dog) and is around 18 minutes long. It was made in 1929--mostly silent. Basically it's just a bunch of random artistic images and happenings, one being a man slicing a woman's eyeball open with a straight edge razor. It's not as gross as it sounds. Salvador Dali helped create it. Anyway if you like the Pixies or weird movies, this may be of interest to you. If not, you'd probably wish I'd shut up. So I will. I have off of school tomorrow. A while back that would mean I could sleep late and do nothing. But now it means I have to go to my internship all day. Only 88 more hours left to go after tomorrow. It's taking forever! There's a few things that have been on my mind that I'd like to write about, but I don't know exactly who reads this, so I can't go into the details. Just know I'm bothered by something and another thing has me a little weirded out. How's that for vague? I guess this is what I made my "secret" journal for. I hate that journal though! I'm not really sure what this weekend has in store for me. Waiting to hear back from some people. I'm definitely going to lab on Saturday because it's just so much fun to go to school on the weekend. Jamin said he was coming over Sunday night to watch Dawn of the Dead, but I don't know if that's definite. I almost bought a $47 bra at Victoria's Secret today. But after looking at it a while I realized how ridiculous it was to spend that kind of money on something that no one sees (usually). I tried to rationalize it at first by saying it was my Valentine's gift to myself, but there are other things I'd rather spend $47 on that would make me happier. Last year I was looking at sunglasses that cost over $400. Once I realized how much they were I quickly put them back down. The sales lady said, "buy them as a Valentine's gift for yourself!" So I explained to her how I recently broke up with myself and it would be too painful to buy myself a gift because I may take it the wrong way. Actually, I probably just left. 02*08*05 Mmm I just had a tasty Fuji apple. I don't know what kinds of chemicals they gave that thing, but it was huge. And I don't mind. I had a dream last night that I had a brain aneurysm. But in my dream I thought that meant I had a brain tumor. I hope my brain's ok. I was going to get up early this morning and run around Prospect Park, but I didn't feel like it. Now I'll have to do it tomorrow. Evil Dead II was great last night. I've already seen it, but it was fun to see it in a room full of people laughing and clapping to Bruce Campbell lines like "groovy". There were so many people there that a lot of them had to sit on the floor. I didn't get to do punk rock karaoke though because it started the same time as the movie. I'm gonna do that next Monday instead. I'm trying to get a bunch of single people to go so we have something fun to do on stupid V day. I just got the box in the mail I'm supposed to use to send my iPod back to Apple to have the battery replaced. I can't believe I have to go a whole week without it! Bah, I have to get ready for school now. 02*06*05 I just got back from having breakfast with Katrina. It was horrible. I think the place we went to deep fried the french toast I ordered. If I hadn't been starving I wouldn't have eaten it. I'm a little hung over from last night. Katrina and I went to MisShapes. I was having so much fun, but then it got insanely crowded because Jarvis Cocker from Pulp was DJing. I didn't mind it so much this time around because the music he was playing was really good. But around 2 in the morning there wasn't really much room to dance, so Katrina and I took a cab over to Opaline. We got there a song before they had their strip contest. I coaxed Katrina to go up and strip. She was hesitant at first, but after I mentioned the $100 prize she took off her pants and went up on stage. It's amazing the amount of courage alcohol gives a person. I think I'd have to be to the point of unconsciousness to strip in front of a crowd. No one got completely naked like they did the last time I saw the strip contest. And, unfortunately, Katrina didn't win because she was too shy to do things like hump the stage like the girl who did win. But kudos to her for trying. We went nuts dancing for about an hour or so, and left for Brooklyn around 4:30. Just a little side note: I think one of my favorite songs to dance to in the whole world is The Rapture's House Of Jealous Lovers. Yesterday morning I ran around Prospect Park. I just want to re-state how different running on the ground is from running on a treadmill. I suck at it. Tomorrow night I'm hanging out with the boy I went on a date with a few weeks ago. We're gonna do punk rock karaoke and then watch Evil Dead II at Rififi for free. I'm gonna sing the Misfits' Bullet. I've been wanting to sing that at punk rock karaoke since September. And sing it I shall!
02*02*05 I hate that some days I can run 3 miles (like last night), and then other days I can barely run 1.5 (like tonight). I think I just need to start finding time in the morning to run. I'm too tired to run at night. RL joined the Road Runners, so he's doing the marathon thing too. I overheard him boasting to his graduate friends in lab yesterday how he was training for the marathon. I got mad. He wouldn't have even known how to get into it if it wasn't for me! I wanted some sort of credit. It was my idea first! Anyway, this adds an extra incentive for me to run: to kick his ass. I think in general I'm realizing he's kind of a geek. His good looks can only make me forgive that to a certain point. Scott asked me why I use his initials in here. I suppose it was to give myself some sense of security from him ever finding this. But if he ever googled my name, I'm sure he'd come across it and know I was talking about him within 3 seconds. Oh well. I'm still using his initials. Get over it. I'm staying pretty on top of my school work. I'm proud of me. Granted it is only the second week of school. But I plan to stay on top of the game for the whole semester. Below are some camera phone pictures. The first is of a PETA poster featuring Jerri Blank I came across on Bowery Street last Sunday. The second is of a classmate squeezing blood into a vial. I was poking holes in people's fingers left and right in lab today. Maybe I should be a doctor...or a knife-wielding maniac.
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