Sufjan Stevens was AMAZING last night. He played almost everything I wanted to hear and a new song that blew everyone away. He even received two standing ovations. Although, at times I did question his heterosexuality...especially when he and his 15 band members came out with wings strapped onto their backs and he announced they were the "magical butterfly brigade". But I must admit, with the lighting and the silver curtain in the background, the whole setup looked really gorgeous. At the beginning of the show, about 20 two-foot plastic blow-up dolls of Superman were thrown into the crowd, and then at some other point in the show, a few blow-up dolls of Santa Clause were thrown in as well after Sufjan announced he was playing a song off a Christmas album he was writing. One of the Santas up in the balcony near us was making a squeaking noise which sent Melissa and me into a fit of giggles. Then the squeaky Santa was thrown violently to the foot of the balcony and made one big squeak as it hit the ground limp. After that, Melissa and I lost it; she had tears streaming down her face and I could barely breathe. Not to mention that after someone picked it up and threw it back in the crowd, the same thing happened again. Also, we spotted Parker Posey in the balcony. It was a fun night. Tonight I am heading to Jersey Shitty to celebrate Alex's birthday. I found out Wednesday that she's pregnant, so I have threatened to rub her belly all night long. She said she'd give me the five point palm exploding heart technique if I do, but I'm willing to risk it. I'm so happy for her! Pictures I didn't take of various other Sufjan shows:
09*29*06 It is 2 in the morning and I have just been woken up by a Spanish transvestite having loud drama on the phone outside. "Tell me you love me! L-O-V! I want to hear the word!" I heart NY. 09*28*06 So strange...I wake up at night occasionally and I can't take a deep breath without bursting into a fit of coughing. Sometimes I can actually hear myself wheezing with each breath. It happened again after I cleaned my place on Tuesday night, but it lasted until this morning. I've been googling asthma symptoms and it seems so silly to me that I didn't realize that was what was afflicting me sooner. I also just read that an asthma trigger can be breathing in extremely cold air; and here I thought it was normal to be short of breath when it was really cold. Anyway, I called out sick today and got my behind to a doctor. She prescribed Singulair for me along with a much-needed inhaler. Hopefully I won't lose any more sleep because I can't breathe. And hopefully this will be the last chronic illness I develop as I get older. 09*26*06 I'm exhausted. I skipped the gym today so I could get my laundry done, go grocery shopping and clean my apartment. I managed to accomplish everything I set out to do. I was supposed to do all that this weekend, but I stayed out too late Friday and Saturday night to have the energy to do it. The party Saturday night was ok. I felt a little out of place since mostly everyone knew each other. Thankfully talking about my job is always a good icebreaker. There are always a million questions that follow once I say what I do. My friend Kristy threw the party; I know her from back when I interned at the NYPD Forensic Lab. She's running the half marathon this Sunday, so I plan to cheer her on. The exhibit at PS1 that I went to Sunday turned out to be really interesting and somewhat pornographic. There was vomit art, fecal art, ejaculation art, etc. There were also a lot of short films on display. My favorite was probably a close up of a girl's face trying to put on makeup as some guy was having sex with her from behind. The end result was rather messy. There was also art visitors could participate in; in one of the bathroom stalls, a closed circuit camera was installed at the bottom of the inside of a toilet, and a tv screen displaying the camera's view was secured to the inside of the stall door. I gave it a try, but could only see a faint shadow of my butt. It's probably best that way. Supposedly it wasn't being recorded, but it was so vague, I could care less if it was. I'm going to some party with Brook tomorrow evening, and then Sufjan Stevens Friday night with Melissa! It's nice to be busy sometimes...when it's not work-related that is...and it doesn't involve cleaning. I will post pictures before the month is over. Probably. 09*23*06 Did you hear that a man in China received the world's first penis transplant a few weeks ago? Well, he did. But then he got too freaked out by the thing and had the doctors remove it two weeks later. What a dick. Bahahaha! I hung out with Brook last night. We went to the Spiegel Tent by the South Street Seaport and drank in their "beer garden" for a bit earlier on in the night; it was gorgeous there, but too friggen chilly. So then we headed over to Lit and drank there until closing time. I had said to Brook at some point in the night that I always run into people I don't necessarily care to see, but never the few people I actually want to run into. Holding true to that statement, I ran into a guy I had a few dates with almost exactly a year ago. Actually we made out after meeting at a bar one night and then had one proper date. But I decided he wasn't my type and that was that. Anyway, it wasn't like I don't like him, so we talked for most of the night and I gave him my number again. But the problem still lies in the fact that I think he lacks the backbone to stand up for himself; he kind of seems like a pushover. Not that I've ever seen him in a confrontation, but that's just what I've gathered. I find it attractive when a guy can hold his ground, and actually a quality that is a must to be in a relationship with me. Sometimes I can be stubborn and I need to be called out on it; I need someone to put my ass in line every now and then...in a loving way. I may not always like it, but at least I respect them more. So I'm actually not dating him for his own good. It was a good night, and I have some pictures I'll post from it at some point. I have a party to go to tonight in the Upper East Side, and after squeezing in some much-needed laundry-time tomorrow morning, Melissa and I are going to the PS1 Contemporary Art Center to see Into Me/Out Of Me before it closes on Monday. And right now I have to go take a shower and go clothes shopping before it's too late! Oh and those barrel things drove by again on Tuesday and I got a better look at what was written on it: LS Cable. I guess they are some sort of huge electrical cables. I suppose that's not too weird, but I'm still crossing my fingers for them to be for some secret underground plot to make a city under water or something. 09*18*06 As I'm typing this, those huge wheel things are driving by my apartment...but they're not actually driving, the truck drivers are. I told you it happens frequently! Anyway, here's another piece to the puzzle: 45 or 65 Cable was written on the side of one of these barrel things. Perhaps I was focusing so much on the outside that I never thought about what it could be holding inside: cable! Cable TV for everyone! 09*18*06 How gross yet strangely addicting is this to watch!?
09*17*06 I had a pretty uneventful weekend, except for last night when I went to Brook's birthday party. I feel like I haven't been to a party in a while, and oddly enough I've suddenly been invited to another one next weekend. Joy! Anyway, I had a good time last night, and I got Brook tickets to see The Knife with me in a few months. I've finally come to terms with the fact that I most likely won't ever recover the 80 pictures from my Montreal trip. I brought my memory card to a few places with no luck, and got an online estimate from another place for around $300. I want my pictures back, but not that bad. But I do have a few pictures left from my other memory card, so here ya go:
Also, I finally got some pictures of a phenomenon that has been occurring outside my window late at night for the past few months. About 1-2 times a week, a caravan of huge trucks drive past my apartment with these humongous wheel-like structures in tow. What are these things!? Where are the trucks taking these things? Why do they have to transport these things so late at night and wake me up!? Theories are welcome.
09*13*06 Instead of posting a new video everyday, how about I just give you the link to my YouTube profile where all 12 videos can be viewed? Like that idea? Me too. 09*12*06 Not too long ago, I tried not to be hooked on any TV shows because I didn't want to be one of those people who plan their week around not missing their shows, but I couldn't help it! I cannot wait for Gilmore Girls and Lost to start again. I'm dying here! How will Luke react to Lorelai sleeping with Christopher? Will they ever get married?! And what are The Others going to do with Jack, Kate and Sawyer!? Who the hell are The Others!? Will Sun's baby be a mutant polar bear? Aghh! Must...know...now. 09*11*06 This is probably my second favorite video by Rory and me:
09*10*06 So I had a pretty good weekend. Melissa's friend Sarah came down from Boston for a visit. I hung out with her last time she came here two years ago and I had a blast, so I was pretty excited to see her again. Melissa and I took the G train to Williamsburg Friday night to meet with Sarah and some of her friends at a bar. Unfortunately some obnoxious trashy people got on the train about 7 minutes into the ride and began talking loudly and bothering everyone. Now this is something most people experience about 25% of the time they ride the subway, especially after midnight. The only reason I'm bothering to mention it is because the only guy in the group was sitting behind me and started screaming obscene comments into my ear about blow jobs. One of the girls he was with kept telling him what to say, and then he'd turn to my head and SCREAM it at me! Oh, and did I mention they had a baby with them the whole time? Finally I got up and moved to another seat. This made the belligerent bunch erupt into laughter. I smiled at them with the most evil smile I could muster. They got off at the next stop and the girl with the baby paused and asked me why I moved. I told her I wasn't fond of having someone scream in my face. She then replied, "You look like you give a lot of blow jobs." As I was getting ready to respond with something vicious, I looked at her baby, who was staring at me, and momentarily hesitated. Finally I just muttered, "So do you." That's the first time in the 5 years I've lived here that I've ever been harassed like that by strangers. Some people should be sterilized. Anyway, the rest of the night was ok. We went to a couple of bars in Williamsburg, a neighborhood I've since decided I don't really like. We then took a cab to Park Slope and hung out at Buttermilk for a little bit. I was too hungover to attend brunch the next morning, plus they were eating in friggen Williamsburg. I watched United 93 at some point during the day, which I thought was really well done. I'm glad I watched it in the privacy of my own apartment though. Very emotional. I met up with Melissa and Sarah again last night for chocolates and wine at the Cocoa Room in Park Slope. Today I had brunch with them in my hood again, and then we walked around and bought some neat items from various street vendors. I love Sarah. I've never met anyone so full of life. Plus she's friggen hysterical. Ah yes, and the highlight of my weekend was when I realized that if I uploaded some videos I had previously been unable to view on my iBook onto YouTube, they were viewable once again! All of the videos I have were filmed back in 2000 after my boyfriend at the time, Adam, bought me a webcam for Christmas. Anyway, here is a rendition of Mommie Dearest done by Rory and me:
09*06*06 Hey look at that; today's date is all multiples of 3. Wowy. I'm plagued with curiosity about a certain incident that occurred towards the end of my shift today. My co-worker called around 3 to let us know he was on his way back from a donor. About 15-20 minutes later he called back asking to speak with my supervisor. My supervisor was sitting right by me and I heard him ask, "Are you ok? Can I speak to the EMS?" Of course my other co-worker and I perked our ears and asked a barrage of questions once he got off the phone, but all we were told was that the technician had gotten sick, called 911, and was being taken to the ER. I feel bad prying into someone else's business, but when you're given all the details except the key element, it kind of makes you wonder. Anyway, I hope he's ok. I don't want to go to therapy tomorrow...waaaaaah. My therapist is kind of weird. She always asks me if I trust her and, in not so many words, if I like her. I always tell her I don't really know her, so it's hard to say. Then she asks me what I'd like to know that would make me more comfortable around her. I've asked her some questions in the past, but she always gives really vague answers, so I stopped asking. It's a vicious cycle. Plus sometimes I think she doesn't know how to handle my problems...or maybe I just think the way she does handle them is ineffective. I dunno. Maybe I need a new therapist. My problem is that I have invested so much time with her that I feel like it'd be such a waste of time to have to start all over with someone new. I know that's a stupid reason not to switch, especially since I'm paying her $40 a week to help me. I guess I was also trying to give it at least 6-8 months, which is the amount of time other friends who have been in therapy have said they felt it took for their sessions to become truly beneficial for them. That time has almost come though. I guess I can discuss that with her tomorrow. Well, that and my undying love for Satan. 09*04*06 I decided against another date with my date from Saturday. I haven't gotten past three dates in a while. Oh well. There was a brief moment on my second date with him that I thought maybe I could see the possibility of becoming serious with him in the future; it made me feel panicked and made me question whether or not I even wanted to be in another relationship right now. Do I really want to put up with all the bullshit that comes along with it at this point in my life? Things have been pretty bullshit-free for a good stretch of time now. I like it that way. It doesn't bother me that I'm single, so I don't know if I want to jeopardize that. But at the same time, I guess I wouldn't necessarily turn my head the other way if I met someone I was nuts about. I feel like I've written this paragraph 100 times in this journal already. Hopefully I'm the only one who notices these things...until now of course. In any case, I feel much saner when I'm not seeing anyone to the point where I haven't really missed my therapist in the month and change she's been on vacation. I'm seeing her this Thursday though. I was actually thinking of canceling my sessions indefinitely, but Alex suggested it would probably not be a good idea to be so rash just because I've had a good month. Plus on the off chance I do enter into another relationship, I'm gonna need all the help I can get. 09*04*06 I'm not a huge fan of The Crocodile Hunter, but I feel so sad that he died! My heart goes out to his wife and kids. Such a strange way to die. 09*03*06 I should have known that if I went to bed early on Friday night just in case I got called in, I wouldn't get called in and instead I'd get an insane amount of sleep. But tonight, of course, since I stayed out late with Melissa and haven't gone to sleep yet, I got called in to drive an hour upstate at the beginning of my shift. Plllllllllllt.
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