Be jealous....!

I've got good news and I've got bad news.

The bad news is that I missed the screening of "I Heart Huckabees" because people are assholes and hand out passes in every type of advertisement in the world. Too many people showed up for one showing and one tiny little theatre. Oh well.


The good news is that I have been "approved" along with every other major music journalism in the city to go and cover CMJ Music Marathon. Four fuckin' days of free music. I have to write this huuuuuugggggeeeeee story about it, but I don't care. If people named ANGELA! handed in their applications, they could be going with me. Now I have to go to a bunch of shows by myself with 943852093y4 year old men covering the story as well.

People like fuckin' MTV and ROLLING STONE are going to be there. I'm so happy. This is the biggest break I've had in a long time. I'll be able to write my story and it will just look awesome on my resume for a job. I'm so glad I live in NYC!


Be JEALOUS! and check out the website for the bands I get to see http://www.cmj.com/musicmarathon

I want it now!!!!

Handed out flyers for a friend of a friend. Not a single hot person took a flyer from me which dropped my self-esteem. Then Dan (friend of the friend) told us that the demographic that actually picks up the flyers is blacks and hispanic women. How funny is that. The worst demographic is white males. hahaha...

Anyway, Renee lost two of my favorite cds. Now I have to suffer. No Damien Rice. No Azure Ray. Sad faces mucho! :(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(

So I hung out with Sophia, Bhagli, Dan and Danny. Fun fun times. We took pictures of a random person's wedding when the groomsmen decided to come over and pose for a picture! CRAZY!

I love the city. What I don't like is Christopher street and Gay street. Everything is fuckin' gay. Every fuckin' man, woman, dog is gay!!

I went into this gay club called "Splash" muy muy gay! I had to sit there and watch these half-naked men serve people drinks. Great abs. Great abs...and...abs.

Haha. I must look so trashy. But afterwards I fell asleep on the train home and Bhagli read SPIN. We went to Sago for some nice drinks. Mine was super yummy. Babies are yummy too!
I couldn't resist and I bought pens at Magic Castle while waiting for my bus to arrive. Very cute pens I may also add.

I'm seriously a freak. I love flowers more than anything now and Blonde Redhead is in a month and two days!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!



Love.

PS: Estoy una chincheta.

i'm on saddle creek.



EDIT: http://www.saddle-creek.com/bands/reviews.php?id_number=1108

yummy in my happy tummy.

It's a holiday for a hanging.

I've been listening to the new Rilo Kiley and this obsession over the Royal Tenenbaums is subsiding.

I decided that today will be the day that I will not be insecure anymore. It didn't work out as well as I thought it would and now I'm more nervous than ever.

Maybe today is the day when I care less about what people say and care more about what I think. And what I think is...
Ted Hughes killed Sylvia Plath.
And I can't write one intellectual word about life.
Poetry is fleeting me.

I think it has been all the criticism that I have received throughout the past year that has completely turned me off to writing anything of poetic value. I write and the words seem to feel fake to me. I have no idea of what I might say. I feel empty but my body fills the emptiness with happy thoughts. I have smiled so much in the last month. But it is only a fool's smile. What I want most of all in life is to feel hurt.

Some people get phantom pains from body parts they lost over years.

How come we don't feel phantom pains in our belly buttons? We lost something that used to be attached, but we never feel the pain of once having it.

Think about that.

deadbeat

Sometimes I get the feeling that no one is listening to me.



Ahh...who am I kidding?

They'll start listening to me when I start writing major articles in big magazines. I want this year to end so that I can apply for my internship at National Geographic. There's no money in the job, but I don't care. College credit and my change to shmooze with co-workers by the water coolers.

I want my big break and I want it now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Childish? Isn't everyone when it's something they want?


School's a drag once again. My classes aren't that woot woot, but they're woot. That's good enough for me. I think I'm starting to understand the reasons for my english professor's pounding of the critical writing/close reading. I just have to get past this year and my life will start. No more drooling over boys and working this dead-end job. Things just need to pan out for me. Just a little bit, not enough to set me for life.


Blonde Redhead in a little more than a month. No Rilo Kiley or Death Cab because of the mucho dinero going into it. I have a growing obsession for the Garden State Soundtrack and the Royal Tenenbaums movie.

Social life has become better. Friends everywhere I turn which is good. People think I'm funny. Even Renee thinks I'm funny. I think this cloud of darkness that's always been hovering over me has finally dissipated. I feel happy. I'm now the bouncing face chasing the butterfly.

:)

I'm so sorry

It was moments like these that I forgot how much I love this town.

I hate my english professor. I wasn't even suppose to have her. i have to work on my writing once again. "Creative writers know better the academics of writing than their own kind."

Please shoot me.

I got the same Spanish professor for 3 semester in a row! Goodie! Do you know what's in store for me then? Another C.

All my other classes aren't that bad and the freshman are so little. I just want to grab them up and pinch their little cheeks.

Speaking of cheeks, I tried an experiment on Diego. Apparently, if you tell a guy they're cute in the most fluffy way possible they will react.

Eyes on the ground. Cheeks blushing.

It's incredible and useful at the same time. I shall use it for the future to embarass people.


Well, it's 8.30 in the morning and I think my mom wants me to go with her to the new house and check out the finished bathroom (notice the singular, not the plural). Before I go i will leave you with another professor Fordham (no relation to teh school) quote.

"Heart of the paper. does anyone know what type of figurative language that is? That's why I'm teaching you this course, so I can help you write better papers."