Sunday, December 31, 2006

the TOP TEN albums of 2006 (somewhat in order of importance):

1. brand new (the devil and god are raging inside me) - they make the top of the list because after an unquestionably long hiatus, just when i thought i would finally be happy, they bring back that angst and passion that'll have me down throughout the next year.


2. sufjan stevens (come on! feel the illinoise!) - simply because he made for the trippiest show in my life ever, both in and out of chemically altered states.




3. outkast (idlwyld) - the roommate will have to take credit for this one here. the marching band beats hooked me from the start.




4. jack's mannequin (everything in transit) - the fact that this album ever even came out should mean that there's a god looking out. this gives me my long-needed something corporate fix, without the questionable josh partington influence.


5. the working title (about face) - it makes me want to fly. and then maybe cry a little bit. but the flying, definitely.





6. the fray (how to save a life) - it didn't leave my repeat list for two months. go grey's anatomy.





7. the last kiss soundtrack - just as beautiful as last year's garden state soundtrack. a little less nostalgic, that much more heartwrenching. still haven't seen the movie, but that's how good this compilation is. don't miss joshua radin and rachel yamagata.


8. teddy geiger (underage thinking) - what can i say? i'm a sucker for sappy love songs. but more importantly because this album is linked to one brilliant yet canceled show of the year, love monkey.



9. gnarls barkley (st. elsewhere) - who else this year made a creepy laugh both imitatable and popular??





10. cobra starship (when the city sleeps, we rule the streets) - midtown boy is back! holla at your boy! way to milk the guest vocals and corporate sponsorship for aaaall it's worth.

the TOP TEN moments in 2006 (in chronological order):

1. the tattoo (january) - the new year begins with some painful action on my wrist, my first, as a reminder to move forward into the future as to honor the past. it gets redone in march. hurts like a bitch both times.

2. the craziest hookup of the year (february) - second floor speakman boy's bathroom shower. nuff said.

3. the fritz corrupts elmo (april) - nick fritzhand, partaking in a senior tradition, takes the mask and wig stage with blue mardi gras sunglasses, a pink tie, and an elmos head covering his schtuff. the girls (and boys, especially zetes boys) go bananas.

4. the first twenty first (april) - after a long day of drinking ridiculousness, uri's grand ole 21st closes with a grand finale, emily gives uri some sex. happy birthday!

5. the low rider trike (may) - finals week gives opportunity for me and peter to steal a green, low rider tricycle from the jewish activities center. we be riding dirty, all the way to the frat house.

6. the pinata, but not necessarily the santa maria (may) - cinco de mayo obviously means one thing only, get drunk and smash some pinatas in the freshman quad. or, in mike's case, smash the stick itself. or, in james's case, smash your hand open.

7. the drunken, yet dearly elementary, watson (november) - post-ridiculously drunken bus ride to the penn-princeton game, nick watson gets lost, misses the entire game, and tells us that he hooked up with a married woman in a portapotty. he passes out on my lap for the bus ride home.

8. the sae band goes 80's (november) - and lots of sexualities are questioned with demands of more makeup, more. but at least they brought the house down.

9. the roommate's best friend (november) - over thanksgiving break. this makes for some terribly confusing conversation (will? will?) as well as some terribly awkward conversation (so... how big was he?)

10. the goodman gets naked (again) (december) - and makes me not only paint his face, but also a tony the tiger "grrr-eat!" on his ass. he proceeds to prance and dance all the way back to the house where we watch bollywood. will is mesmerized.

honorable mentions -


* the moustache finger makes its debut (jan) and takes over the world.




* the potter hooks up (april) - stephen potter, at spring fling, with a fat ass beat chick, to the jeers of everyone, all the while holding a half-eaten piece of pizza. classy. later cut.


* the virginia debacle(may) - a group trip to visit beth for her birthday erupts in a free fall wrestling match. later on in the night, a free for all sleeping fest




* the sister gets drunk for the first time (aug) in our new house in philly during family trip.





* the giant goes goth (oct) and roger scares the shit out of everyone.





* the thong makes a comeback (nov) when some drunk jap at one of our parties can't handle her shit.

Sunday, December 24, 2006

there may not be chestnuts or open fires, but it's definitely christmas after all.

i'm pretty sure it's ridiculously gorgeous outside, but i think i've been sleeping too long to notice.
case in point? got home yesterday at 6pm, passed out, woke up at 9am for breakfast, passed out, and woke up at noon for lunch. seriously.

and suddenly i've realized that it is christmas eve! apparently we are going to the relatives to visit some, why we are going so early i have no idea. still haven't seen anyone of importance yet, mostly because i have been sleeping (though i did see monica for two seconds at the mall my first day back).

just found out that greg has caved to the unruly mob that we are and plans to throw a little something-something at his place for new years... should be a riot, as always.

merry christmas.

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

all-nighter party at van pelt!

hot damn it's been some looooong days/nights. i don't know where shit starts and ends.

6am: went to sleep after sixteen straight hours of sitting at my desk (where i have never studied before)
1:30pm: woke up to call from collectivesource saying they have money for me, and to meet at the castle.
1:35pm: find out that i just made ninety-four dollars. mini-freak out
2pm: mosey on down to van pelt.
2:05pm: run into gavin, goodman, and suneet, who are going to mad4mex for discount burritos.
2:10pm: pick up my money from dumb butch castle boy.
2:20pm: mad4mex is closed for spring cleaning??!
2:25pm: sit down at new deck, order some drinks and some food.
3:00pm: already ridiculously full from awesome cheese fries.
3:30pm: cannot eat a single bite more. goodman is farting on me. gavin can't finish his second beer despite exclamations of his irishness.
4:00pm: fall over each other from fullness. scramble outside for cigarettes.
4:10pm: finally sit down at van pelt. alex says "you smell like drunk".
6:00pm: place an order for some study buddies from chillpillnikhil.
7:00pm: shopping spree. white cable-knit sweater from gap. shiny red ballet flats from urban.
8:00pm: insane review session with seven other kids.
11:00pm: fail at paying attention to reich's ramblings about visual comm.
2:00am: partake in study buddy.
3:00am: rendevous in houston hall bathroom.
3:30am: discover that ruben has stolen my comm book. that asshole.
4:00am: pass out nap at desk.
4:20am: ridiculously refreshed and raring to go.
4:30am: rando jap falls from chair and collapses on floor. six penn policemen rush to the scene.
5:00am: alex lights two menorahs.
6:00am: alex finishes his first paper (18 pages). he begins his second (7 pages) and third (15 pages) paper. i shake my head in disbelief.
6:30am: wawa run. one vitaminwater. two cans of dietcoke. one pack of camel turkishroyals.
6:45am: commencement of visual comm review session with will.

EDIT:
8:45am: freeeaaaking out due to various drug overdoses. grinding teeth like a mother-f.
9:00am: visual comm final. sucked.
9:45am: succeeded in paying back ruben by scaring him shitless coming out of the shower. he then proceeded to ramble about mnemonic devices while standing with only a hand towel covering his schtuff.
12:00pm: children&media final. sucked too.
2:00pm: spent quite some time in tae's room making south park characters of the housemates.
7:00pm: lackadaisacal study sesh in gavin's room. gavin and nick daley poke fun at how gullible i am. continuously.
12:00am: gavin starts unloading the contents of an axe deordant can on me.
12:30am: i fall "gracefully" onto gavin's bookcase. other such ridiculous things are done and said.
12:35am: held hostage outside of gavin's room by axe spray gun. i now reek of boy. or, as nick daley put it, "mexican piss shower."
3:00am: finally finish and make it home. will is watching the simpsons while chowing down in the kitchen. commence short pass out.
7:45am: scramble out of bed as nick daley calls "are you awake??"
9:00am: we are three out of maybe fifteen kids taking this test. cassanelli passes around tangerine slices. we ace this test.
10:30am: we celebrate by moseying around the museum for a bit. when chancing upon a mummy, gavin asks "uhm, not to seem really juvenille, but man look at how his dick preserved!" nick daley replies "now that's a fucking legend man."
12:00pm: indecision 2004 sesh with gavin and jw.
3:00pm: will goes home. i'm heartbroken.
4:00pm: drop by skulls. roger is hardcore passed out.
9:00pm: roger calls "i thought we were going to hang out..."
10:00pm: discover that flight is actually at eight in the morning. mini freakout. pack pack clean pack.
1:00am: finally make it to skulls where roger drags himself out of bed long enough so we can sort of watch a scanner darkly.
3:00am: back home with mike. where is alex? commence ridiculously long and time-wasting (because i need to) conversation and other such fun-ness.
7:00am: to the airport!
11:00am (LA time): ahhhhhhh....


i'm sorry we all had to sit thru that.

Thursday, December 14, 2006

no straight boy would ask you out to coffee just for a platonic buddy buddy relationship

forty-eight hours. maybe one hour of sleep (to the lullabies of a jackhammer and james' church bell alarm). two three-hour final project critiques. six or seven diet cokes. two vitaminwaters. not nearly enough food for sustenance.

and now i've moved my life from the addams building to van pelt. my entire house no longer exists at home, except at odd hours to sleep. we all live at the library now (or the studio, in my or beth's case). the social scene here rocks. oh the joys of finals week.

i need some LA in my life. some sun, some shopping, some sleeping, some stopping to breathe for the first time in quite some time now. i wanna rock a good amount of upper melrose, a little bit of third street, maybe a tad of san diego... you know what? i don't care where. i just need some serious retail therapy, and some raiding my mom's closet. that is like its own outlet mall, but all freee.

i was talking to someone recently about not having snow for christmas. how it was the norm for me to go out in a tshirt and jeans on december twenty-fifth and i wouldn't think twice about it. that just seems unnatural, doesn't it? he asked if that was really difficult for me. i said it proved to be quite hard at times. i doubt i would have thought twice about that before co-habiting with the bipolarity of philly weather.

i know it's time when i really start missing the kids back home. we need something sweet ass to do for new years. two thousand seven is going to be huge.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

i didn't know that she could dance like this...

reading days have been pretty killer lately. i've been doing things monotonously for looong periods of time, like sitting on the couch downstairs with my laptop or sitting on my bed with my laptop or sitting in the mac lab with my laptop for hours and hours on end. i need a change of scenery. last nite though i did go up on the rooftop (with my laptop) and smoked some cigs while writing my africa history paper and staring beyond the city lights. it was quite romantic until it got real cold and my fingers felt like they were going to fall off.

two nights ago me and will watched dirty dancing 2, which is definitely a sorry excuse for a movie but so entertaining to watch nonetheless. diego luna may look barely older than thirteen, but watching him dance with that (rather homely) girl is amazing. she may not be that cute but some of the dresses she wears are really eye-catching. the ones i liked had v-cut necklines, tight bodices, and full-flown skirts that spun all around whenever she twirled. one of their best moves was when he'd catch the skirt of her dress and spin her away with it. i'll take her place if he'll let me.

on top of the dancing and the dresses, the movie featured the original version of shakira's "hips don't lie." it was like they took out all the annoying bits (aka shakira's yodeling) and the remaining parts all came together to really really make me want to get up and shake my hips around the room. too bad will isn't latin or straight. but he does have the babyface down pat.

finals are starting tomorrow and in honor of that awesomely momentous event i just finished baking what must now be my fifth loaf of pumpkin bread this season. i bought too many cans the first time around and so now i can bake whenever the urge strikes (ie. at two in the morning when i should be working on my projects). i plan to slice the bread up and put some in everyone's stockings (yep, we got stockings. over our mantle. next to our big decorated christmas tree. our house rocks like that.) so that they can have a lil something-something in the morning. anything to procrastinate, seriously.

Sunday, December 10, 2006

to think that for a second we may never have even seen these!

last nite at jossi's xmas party this big blue sheet runs in thru the door (floats? flies?) and underneath it are her three guy friends who strip down to friggin diapers, and they start dancing like maniacs. such a shit show.

i ran across pictures from the project runway finale, and i so love some of the pieces in jeffrey's collection. michael was my other favorite (of the four, too bad allison was taken out on a fluke so early on), but his collection just completely fell flat.



the deconstructed green/white stripes with the crazy zippers works so well, and he picked the best form to showcase it with. the halter dress is gorgeous, and the proportions accentuate the model's body, making her look like she has great curves (it, of course, doesn't hurt that she is adorable). it hits right at the knee and the skirt moves so well. i love the blazer too with its long rocker-skinny sleeves. these are what i really want for christmas!

Saturday, December 9, 2006

anthony's (extremely drunken) ode to emily's turtles.

my name is earl, ya
and I'm a turtle, ya
and i like watta, ya
and i like gravel,
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh

and i eat pellets, ya
and i like TJ, ohhh
and i am happy, woooo
and like tortugas, siiii
porque so una, de la tortugas, wooo

so please will you, oh
save me some more pellets, please
becuase i love them, so
much

and i am happy, ya
becuase i have a male partner, oh
and i'm gayyyyyyyyyyyyy turtle, earl, is me

yes
thats right

i have a confession

TJ and I made sweet love in our tank.
it was pretty

prettyyy

ummmm
your pretty

yes.

im a little brut drunks right now
yessss..

psps ... oh yess

i l ove email, and james
and emily

goodbyens

-- copy the house

enter requisite "and they say we go to an ivy league school" comment here.

last nite, i challenged a "i'm not drunk enough" peter to a contest dubbed "chug, frat boy, chug!" he whupped my ass during the first go, but only by mere seconds. we both came up gasping for air for having opened up our throats to an entire cupful of freezing cold beer. so ten minutes later when our body temperatures had returned to normal we went for the rematch, but not before arguing about how cold the beer was. logical solution? the microwave! timer set for five seconds, then ten seconds, and finally two rounds of twenty seconds and we were ready bottoms up again. i killed hands down this time around.

who does this, seriously?

and the tops ain't messing around either.



yigal azrouel. these jackets are to die for.

Thursday, December 7, 2006

because then amazing things like this can happen to you.

i've always had a girl crush on jennifer connelly, who seems so composed and collected. i have an even bigger crush now that she went and did this...
"i got a pretty serious neck injury, which was a shock, because i've never had a real injury before - as were the meds, frankly. the pills that they give you - those were a real shock. it says on the label, 'do not operate any heavy machinery', but, in my case, it should have been, 'do not leave the house under any circumstances'. i, of course, took no heed and unfortunately, i do vaguely remember talking to someone, saying i thought it would be a good idea if i, who has no experience of credentials whatsoever, edited the film. i do remember getting irritated with [husband] paul bettany, who was kicking me under the table, because... he could clearly see the person i was talking to was the editor of the film. i then also tried to replace the dj, evidently, at the club, because i thought i could do better at that, as well. paul, gracefully, dragged me home before i got pummeled." (imdb)
ah-fucking-mazing on her part. if a beautiful, oscar-winning a-lister can do it, then i can too. bring on the percocet!

clearly, drugs are the logical solution.

this would be valentine fillol-cordier, the ooh-la-la french "it" girl. there's something about that effortless, heroin-rocker-chic that all little girls (especially me) should aspire to emulate. absolutely love it.

i've gotten better recently at re-directing my focus on things like school, art, and fashion, so i could at least pretend to myself that i won't get caught up in boy things. but nevertheless anthony goes and does something dumb like tell me about his skulls semi-formal on sunday so i will spend now until then agonizing over how doug didn't (and won't) ask me. greaaaat. focus, baby, focus.

so, let's move onto what i want for christmas...

maybe one thing from any of the following labels?
1. marc by marc jacobs.
2. 3.1 phillip lim.
3. zac posen.
4. chanel.

or...
1. a holga flash camera.
2. some flat ankle boots.
3. a hot jacket.
4. some new (and much needed) jeans.

but most importantly...
1. a trip all over EUROPE with my best friend.

Tuesday, December 5, 2006

there's a reason i live with so many people


someone might look at me and not be able to comprehend what is going through my head, or why i'm one way one minute and totally contradictory the next. but i do know that i could be born, live, and die in this world and not have done a single thing worthwhile but if i met people, maintained fulfilling relationships with them, exposed myself to things i couldn't have discovered alone... then my life has been more gratifying than i could have ever asked for.

mike has his politics. he wants to ban the war on drugs and otherwise impose his libertarian views. alex has his philosophy. he wants to sit at the head of his bed (naked, preferably) and read exhaustive volumes and analyze himself to death. but me? all i want is to be around people, in their presence, to observe our social workings which i think deep down is the root of everything, be it politics or philosophy or love. yeah i have my art, and my music... but what i love most about art is the quiet expression of the subject's face in the photo, the sheer spontaneous instant caught in motion, and what i love most about music is the way his voice carries just a touch different in the second verse than in does in the first, or how it swings up instead of down in the chorus. whereas this might make breathtaking art or heartstopping music, to me they are subtle yet extraordinarily revealing signs about the people behind them.

because this way they touch me, the whole world does, and then i mean something too.

Sunday, December 3, 2006

christmas was made to bring us comfort, even when we're sad and broken-hearted

last night's crush party was purely formulaic for ridiculousness, and of course things panned out in ways i did not expect. my night was totally made by hearing someone scream "ROGER!!" and even more so when i see, behind him, doug and alex vecchio. this was despite the fact that the skulls boys had their own party going on that night, which they were supposed to be running. so imagine my surprise.

most of our crushes showed up, mike ran the beirut table (thereby getting em stags soooo trashed), and anthony scored a date. despite the fact that no one scored (that i know of), we did end the night in customary fashion, watching moulin rouge, trying so hard to refrain from singing along so that alex woudn't call us "stupid assholes" (which is kind of like the pot calling the kettle black), and laughing so hard at the new guys who were absolutely out of their minds and their bodies. i definitely got my fair share of hilarious polaroids out of it.




last week of classes now. the weather seems to have chilled for good this time. going home to warm weather after all of this should be great, as will the retail therapy. at least half the house plans to come back with friends to throw a big new year's bash, and i would love to be here for that. hmm. we shall see.