clap your hands say yeah

to the tune of "let the cool goddess rust away"
by clap your hands say yeah

strange things happen everyday, like unexpected instant messenger conversations, one night stands, making a new friend at work, nearly falling asleep as the man lectures the new hires for his restaurant group, dyeing hair strawberry blond for the umpteenth time, watching someone scream "tacos" under the influence of drugs and alcohol and then get thrown out of a bar for pushing his girl.
these things happen, and though they occur in my life, yes, i don't always write about them.
work, i write about that crap generally, without specifics like names and situations because i don't think those things should be expressed outside of my little paper journal. my personal life, generally i don't write when and how i get laid or don't. i merely whine when i feel loneliest and though i wasn't so lonely last week in a manner of speaking, i am left in a state of loneliness. needless to say i remain more a fan of jane austen than ever.
so i watched "persuasion" just now, and though i expected to see some of caesar in ciaran hinds, and to be disturbed and distracted, instead i am invigorated to see pride & prejudice by myself tomorrow. it shall be my day's activity. like couching was today's activity. and returning the red to my hair. monday was the expensive cut, today was the 10 dollar box of haircolor.

deep breath.

to the tune of "the skin of my yellow country teeth"

there are certain people that the mere thought of them stops me dead in my tracks, and pulls me back in time like quantum leap. some of my friends know him as Tex. and tonight the friend i lost due to my whole situation with Tex over 2 years ago instant messaged me. sara. she had been in love with him, and i guess it will be something that we'll share now, having our hearts broken by him. now i can think of him without weeping, literally and figuratively. but relating all that did or didn't go down between us to her in generalities and heartfelt apologies lept me back to the summer of 2003. late nights walking from the village to times square, talking and sitting on the curb waiting for the crosstown bus to my tiny studio on the upper east side, getting drunk and falling asleep with him, hearing the words "i never meant to give you the wrong impression or lead you on..." and still not being able to hang up, receiving phone calls in the middle of the night when he just wanted to hear my voice... imagine if i had kissed the guy. fuck. not that i sometimes fancy him my darcy, but i know why i love those types of romances. because i am a fucking romantic. and since i am one of those, i also will take this opportunity to be friends with a girl who stopped talking to me and just instant messaged me a few hours ago, i will take it and hold. not run. not go back. hold. i rotate through butt buddies, and she was one of my best friends that i spent too much time with back in the after nyu days. we made lame tshirts and loved phantom planet together. i miss the girl. and the unabashed funky fresh dance moves in public places. the middle of the art store. it was a good song, what can i say?

work, i still don't feel right writing about work. except in those generalities i mentioned.
i feel so ambivalent there. or schizophrenic. there are some great people there, that make me smile, that warm my heart, that are cute and i like to stare at, and then there are those that make me want to throw wooden spoons and use muffin scoopers as weapons. if only the assholes of the world and idiots too could be disposed of immediately so that i would no longer have to deal with them. i'm a nice girl, i do my work, i don't leave tons of shit to be done on my days off, i try and perpetuate the positive karma. all i try to put out is good vibes. and then the haters fuck with my shit. baa. it's tough to be zen with a line cook counting the empty muffin cups i have yet to fill at 1am, when all i want to do is be home with my temple against a cool pillowcase.

to the tune of "gimmie some salt"

i like tacos. a chicken guacoloco from san loco, oh what a lovely late night experience.

people say "gimme some sugar" and i think it works only coming from a guy's lips. but unless you're saying it to a lady, a lady sounds not so cool saying that. so when i heard this song "gimmie some salt" the first time i liked it simply because of the title/chorus. and luckily it's a friggin cool song. so that is what i'll say when i have a boy finally. gimme some salt. boys are salty, girls are sweet.

this summer i saw this band "clap your hands say yeah" at northsix in brooklyn, i think it was the ambulance ltd show, and though i liked them i didn't run out to find their album. until i saw it on the last page of rolling stone as a college radio favorite. like a more poppy easier-to-listen-to version of the unicorns. and less canadian of course. listen to them, they're good.

next week is mom's birthday (and turkey day). i get to go home. jo and i are first seeing rent (and plan to eat twizzlers to cut down on the singing-along) and then throwing a little shindig at her casa, and she promises late night bowling afterward. all i care about is collecting some cool people into her apartment and watching the happiness drip from my pores. my brother should be there, he's my favorite. and i get to see my dog. he's the cutest. i'd say gimme some sugar to him, because... he's a dog.

harry potter on friday. watch out kids, hermione's getting progressively hotter, ron more awkward, and i plan on loving that f-ing movie double since there's no lotr this winter.

loveboots.