Adriane

SB2K5!!!.....is over

Wed, 23 Mar 2005 07:13:06 GMT

I must say I had an amazing trip to NYC last week. Miss Viki was a most congenial hostess and her roommates were saints for putting up with our late night/early morning antics as well. I'm far too lazy to give a good summanry of what exactly was accomplished on this trip but I will give a brief synopsis:

airtrain. Subways. illness. one rat. mole people. grilled cheese. loft party. gin & tonics. poorly aimed pictures. feet in agony. amazing stores. NYU. Dansetraks. afternoon bloody marys. brunch. Thomas "the door bitch". 4am diner deliveries. BFF reunions. ipod sharing. taxicab mishaps. precious naps. high of 50 degrees. learning street smarts. too many coincidences.

It's a small world after all. I ran into a riduculous number of people from AZ, or that happened to know people I know in AZ. Or people that were in NY at the same time I was, even if we didn't get to see each other. Best spring break ever. Now I must hit the books with such force it would wake the dead. Midterms are NOT over for me yet. But fun sure is...I'll just have to start dreaming about !!SB2K6!!

Day 2

Sun, 19 Dec 2004 00:19:27 GMT

OK...a brief synopsis...not for YOU, but for my own recollection later. And because it is midnight in London and I've been "home" for hours. Gotta love being the only one in an six person apartment under the age of 55.

Yesterday....after a million hours on a plane next to a delightful british twentysomething man (he was gay, don't get too excited for me), I arrived to pouring rain and had to carry my HUGE suitcases down the busy streets of cars going the opposite way I am accustomed to. Yes my hair got soaked, yes my makeup ran down my face, yes i stepped in numerous puddles in my designer jeans.

Other things that happened that day include seeing "the sights" such as Westminster Abbey, Big Ben, several cathedrals and monuments, the Aquarium from the movie "closer", regent/oxford/bond street shopping. Yes I dragged my aunt into diesel, ben sherman, zara, all saints, lambretta, etc. If I see one more person wearing a Burberry knockoff scarf I'm going to strangle them with it.

Todays activities included a trip to the largest open market I've ever seen. Fruits and vegetables I've never heard of, covent garden, more shopping, lester square, more of the tube and the double decker buses. Oh, and I saw "stomp" tonight. And the predominant language spoken in my apartment is French. Que lastima (yes i know thats spanish). Lets not forget about more rain.

no subject in particular

Sun, 03 Oct 2004 03:33:09 GMT

Well look at that... I haven't posted anything since November. I prefer to just lurk on the journal entries of everybody else.

I'm on my way to the David Cross show. Hilarity is inevitable. Then on to Raphael's birthday party. Should be something to write home about. That is all, for now.

BOOOO

Sun, 30 Nov 2003 09:05:29 GMT

Next time I stay home on a Saturday night to "write a 15 page paper" I sincerely hope that more is accomplished than visiting every web address I know and tearing absolut vodka ads out of rolling stone. Bad call.

call the glass doctor (he'll fix your panes)

Thu, 01 May 2003 18:21:43 GMT

So Yesterday was not the best day for me and automobiles. Lord knows it wasn't the worst either, but...
*Danielle and I were turning in to the salvation army parking lot when my car started to make a very disturbing noise. This noise was followed by a large amount of smoke which began to rise up from under the hood. Then anti-freeze commenced to pour from beneath my engine and onto the street, creating a toxic-looking cesspool of neon green sludge. It was as if I had inadvertnetly run over Slimer, my favorite Ghostbusters character. Fortunately that was not the case. Several "good samaritan" men "helped us out" by pointing to the car and uttering things like "looks like you got some car trouble there". Of course Daddy eventually came to the rescue.

*Later that night Megan and I were on our way to nowhere on the freeway (This time I wasn't driving) when our initial plans to exit the freeway were halted by an SUV which decided to rear end us at full speed. After our shock recovery, we made our way out of the car to check on the wrongdoers. This middle aged woman was damn near hyperventilating because their airbags had deployed and that is apparently more frightening than any Vin Diesel movie. She was shaking like crazy so we were being as nice as possible. This situation became almost fun by the end of it all...what with all the surrounding construction workers taking pictures of us and the fireman being the long lost brother of "The Ladies Man". This situation apparently required a firetruck, an ambulance, 3 police cars, highway patrol, and a motorcycle cop.

*Oh...and I've just been informed that Danielle's boyfriend's truck was broken into last night. Shitty car day my friends....

blind, deaf, and dumb...or not?

Tue, 04 Mar 2003 18:07:56 GMT

This morning in psychology we talked about perception, which led to a discussion of the blind and/or deaf. Obviously we had to watch a Helen Keller documentary, which changed my opinion of her entirely. I think we've all watched at least one Helen Keller movie in high school, and we probably all agreed that she seemed like an annoying bitch (or was it just me?). But I blame the actress, whoever it was, because the real Helen Keller I saw today was a sweet old lady who triumphed over seemingly impossible odds. Or maybe it was Jana Erwin's bitch-ass that made me hate Helen. I mean, Helen could even speak, though somewhat inaudibly.
Anyway, my hate for Ms. Keller has come to an end and I now have a much greater appreciation for both my hearing and sight. I couldn't even imagine needing glasses, which oh so many people do. Yea, lucky me....for now.

"And if you think you see with just your eyes you're mad
'Cause Lisa learned a lot from putting on a blindfold
When she knew she had been bad
She met another blind kid at a fancy dress
It was the best sex she ever had". -Belle and Sebastian

I sold my soul for $1.89

Tue, 11 Feb 2003 06:07:14 GMT

The only thing worse than waking up at 6:30 to go to class is waking up with an excrutiating pain in one's mouth that soon engulfs the jaw and captures the entire head much like the Nazi invasion of Poland. This scenario depicts my glorious morning.
My mother took me to the pediatrician, that's right the CHILDREN'S doctor, and he didn't know what the deal was. Even a crying fit didn't move that heartless bastard to fill me out a RX for vicadin. I decided it must be the good ol' wisdom teeth. So I guess its almost that time to go under the knife....shudder

I'd drive myself crazy if my car wasn't stolen

Good job George

Mon, 27 Jan 2003 09:08:53 GMT

The Goerge I'm referring to is none other than Goerge Clooney in his directing debut "Confessionss of a Dangerous Mind". I saw this film tonight and must admit it is the best thing I've seen in quite some time so SEE IT.
That is all

Eddie Money rocks my world

Thu, 02 Jan 2003 09:39:08 GMT

Well happy effing new year. Although technically not anymore given the current time of 2:25 am. Ah well, its close enough I suppose. Too bad I missed out on the grand fiesta last night. I managed to find one of my own. Ian was not alone in his statutory situation...but this kid was so tall...
Oh well, the only thing I know for is my new love for guacamole. I know what you're thinking "Gross, that stuff looks like sick baby poop" but honestly it so delicious. If you can get past its initial greenness and the way it turns grayish-brown after a few days then maybe you too can discover the many joys and uses of this fine vegetable. Obviously its great with chips, but its wonderful with any mexican food. Tonight at Red Robin, they even put it on my chicken sandwich. Talk about a party in your mouth. Please don't get it at the grocery store or the Taco Bell if it's your first time because it just wouldn't be fair judgment. I think you should probably have my mom make it for you because hers is the best I've ever had.

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Please shoot me in the face

Wed, 25 Dec 2002 04:37:53 GMT

Ah...Christmas with the famiy. I believe you all understand. Anyway, Merry Christmas to you and yours. Looks lke I'll be wrapping gifts all night; nothing like waiting til the last minute. Sorry to all those who shant recieve a gift from me. You know how it is. Good luck gettin what you want tomorrow. Til then:

"Don't know how you do the voodoo that you so well its a spell hell makes me wanna shoop shoop shoop" -salt n pepa

Camp Anawana, we hold you in our heart...

Thu, 28 Nov 2002 22:58:40 GMT

Happy Thanksgiving everybody! I'm currently at my parents' house anxiously awaiting the festivities to begin. In the spirit of this holiday, I would like to give thanks for an old TV show from the golden days of Nickelodeon....a show better than, dare I say, Hey Dude. This show is Salute Your Shorts. (let it first be said that the all-time best show is Pete & Pete, however, I shall leave this praise to Leith because he's already got it all planned out)
But anyway, the hijinks initiated by Bobby Butnick, Donkey Lips, Sponge, and the girls (the hippie, the tom-boy, and the spoiled princess)who are not quite as enthralling put that dude ranch to shame. Do you remember when Michael got chickenpox and had to leave camp? I was almost to tears; how could the show possibly recover from losing one of the main character? ---But then, Pinsky showed up. He was the coolest kid at camp...Bobby was hating it, but the ladies sure weren't. After many futile attempts by the boys to make Pinsky look "uncool", they finally gave up and accepted how much Pinsky ruled. And so should you.

Oh boy...time for turkey...we'll continue this at a later date.
Till then
Adriane

Please excuse my dear aunt sally

Mon, 25 Nov 2002 08:13:20 GMT

remember that crazy thang? Something that helps you remember the order of operations in math. Oh math.....those days are gone forever I hope.
So last night I went to a cocktail party for work...a reward of sorts. My only complaint.....no cocktails. I mean not that I care in an "I wanna drink" sense, but I'd say that is false advertising. I even wore a cocktail dress. But there was a big ol' bottle of moonshine...no, I did not partake.
So after that I went to several fiestas...all of which broke up fairly soon so there was nothing left to do but drive home a bunch of drunk aquaintances to far away locales.
But I saw Bowling for Columbine tonight. Someone needs to shank Charlton Heston's senile ass.good movie though.
Tubular is one that will never come back into style....God willing
I'm envious of all of you with pictures and pretty journals and whatnot. Is tony's an ocelot? I bet it is. Computer literacy can be a beautiful thing

"All the robots in the house say 'oh yeah'"
--Beck

Get crazy with the cheesewhiz

Sat, 23 Nov 2002 06:28:36 GMT

ok....lets see...in an attempt to stay emo and write these journal things on semi-permanent basis I shall tell the tales of my last two days...sort of. Thursday I went to the Flaming Lips/Beck show. I paid a crazy scalper 40 bones only to arrive right after the Flaming Lips ended their set. Now I will never know the outcome of Yoshime's battle with the evil robots...I can only hope and pray that good once again conquered evil. But it was cool to finally see Beck in person....and boy can he dance. He has developed his very own form of dance that can be neither imitated nor duplicated. Oh, at IHOP later that night, the band "Dope" apparently was there...but they had no entourage, no fans, no nothin. Just a couple of lonely, weird lookin guys eating at the friendly neighborhood IHOP. Take that, Dope. But I'm still bummed that I missed Rapid Fire...sorry guys. Today I worked 9 hours. And that nasty battle wound on my knuckle started bleeding profusely while I was talking to my manager. I got to mop up my own blood. It was kind of metal. Then my abusive male coworker slapped me in the face really hard. I had to explain the hand print to stupid/inquisitive customers. Oh, and apparently a car crashed through the window at Oregano's tonight. I loved it.

Boy am I a hypcrite

Thu, 21 Nov 2002 18:13:15 GMT

Well as this is my very first entry, I suppose I should take it upon myself to welcome myself to the electronic neighborhood. After calling Leith a loser for weeks about his little journal I finally decided "if you can't beat em, join em". And well, here I am.
"Fear not", I tell myself, "Fore I shall not use this as a mens to whine about how fat I feel today or how much i need a boyfriend", as I have read from so many others. No, I hope instead to inform....maybe even entertain. As I have had many seconds of joy from people like Fairfax, who I feel are 'keepin it real' in this crazy place.
Ah, I realize my anonymity is still intact. Alas, those who should know...will know....
Well that's that. I am more than happy to receive you letters of love and acceptance. Until a later date,
Adriane