When they made you, brother, they broke the mold...

What the fuck. I'm listening to SPRINGSTEEN. Voluntarily! This shouldn't happen until at least my late thirties! Oh well, the new album is just too good. As is the new Jimmy Eat World. They really don't get enough credit for being the original emo band, before it was corrupted by skinny whiners in eyeliner. Back then, emo just meant big hooks and emotional lyrics. Clarity is the best album that the label "emo" ever produced, and the new one isn't too shabby either. Take a listen:

Feels like the crowd is sayin'...

January 2008 update: Okay, so I'm taking this story down. Not because I'm ashamed of it, anyone who wants to read it is welcome to ask. I just don't like the idea of people googling certain terms and being drawn to this blog because of them. Anyway... yeah, that's all.

I always said that I was a rover...

Okay, I know, I've been a bad blogger again. However, this time I do actually have... drum roll... A LEGITIMATE REASON FOR NOT HAVING POSTED! Okay, so... I can't share it with you right now, but rest assured that I will give the full story by Monday night. Okay, as much of the story as I'll know by then, because there's always that not-so-little lurking extra factor that just isn't funny, but anything I'll know by then will be really unpleasant for me and probs really hilarious for anyone else reading it.

HAH that sounds so ambiguous and self-important, but let me just say that a. No one I actually know in person will have heard about this, b. I'm sorry, Auntie M, but if you've finally found my blog and are reading this, you'll get a feel for what the part of my city life you don't want to know about is sort of like, and c. ... I am a walking afterschool special slash cautionary tale. Details at eleven.

Tomorrow should be a good day, though. Daddy dearest (the one who spawned me, not the daddy warbucks I'm looking for to buy me a brownstone in the West Village) is coming to town, so he gets to pay for things! Yay! Definitely a Spotted Pig and full-price Broadway ticket kind of day. Wish me luck! (in more ways than one...)

How can I repay you for saving me and my hardwood floors?

Okay, so I'm a bad blogger, I know. I haven't updated in two full weeks. It's just that my life is SO BORING! I can't possibly be bothered to write about it when I'm not even interested by it myself!

Of course, that sort of begs the question of whether or not my life is interesting during the periods when I do feel like writing about it, which... well, let's not go there. So... My Life! The Musical!

Or not. If my life were currently a musical, it would be written by Stephen Sondheim, and not during one of his more blatant moods. Lots of unspoken, repressed emotion and not much else going on. Classes are fine, friends are fine. Romance is... oh, I don't know. The current boy (aka still the one I'm trying to phase out) seems to be a bit less interested in me than before... and so, of course, I'm now magically that much more attracted to him. It's almost laughable how predictable my want-what-you-can't-have instincts are. I even went to dinner last week with one of my BIG mistakes of last semester, just because I saw him at lunch with someone else. Someone else attractive. Anyway, I came to my senses long before dinner became anything else, but still. What's fricking wrong with me?

I was on Facebook the other day and happened to come across a video of... well, I'm not linking back to the posts, but the very first guy of the NYU experience. It was from a campfire this summer, with him singing a song that sounded familiar. It took a couple viewings to recognize it... but then I realized that the last time I'd heard it was a morning last November when he sang it, still unfinished, to me, because it was about me. Damn. He finished it, it would seem, and... it's the best thing anyone's ever produced because of me. (No cum jokes, please.) Grrr. I really don't regret not being with him anymore, or even miss him that often. But still, when someone talented writes a really, really good song about you and is still singing it nine months later... it makes you wonder.

Anyway, my battery is about to run out (and Legally Blonde is just getting to the good part of the trial), so I'll have to wrap this up. I'm in Philly with the roommate and our friend for the weekend, but tomorrow it's back to the city and nose back to the grindstone. Boo. Ah well, at least the weather is still gloooorious and next weekend I think I'm heading to the beach with some girlfriends and a guy of oh-so-questionable sexuality.... bwahahah. I promise I'll update before then, but wish me luck in advance anyway :)