Thursday, June 28, 2001

new orleans

WOW it's been a while since I've written. Well first of all, New Orleans (or what I've seen of it so far) is cool. I haven't been out much yet because I sprained my ankle again. AGAIN, dammit. I'll never get up in pointe shoes again. Oh well.

See, I was walking to the train station to get the R1 to the airport, carrying all of my luggage (which turned out, when I had it weighed, to be about 70 pounds total). I was about 2 blocks away. I was crossing Sansom street, and my ankle just gave out under all of the weight. I probably wouldn't have even made it to the train station if this absolute angel of a woman hadn't come and helped me carry my stuff. (She took the heavy stuff, too!)

So here I am, icing my ankle.

Last night we went to trivia night at Hooters. We got 60 points which means that we got a $15 off coupon. I had the wings. They are pretty good.

I saw the lights of the city when I was flying in. It was reeeeally pretty.

When I move down here for good, I'll be getting a job and stuff, but I'm only here for 2 months b/c I still have a year of school left. So for now, I'm just being a housewife...or a housefiancee. whatever. You know it's hard to figure out what's for dinner every night.

Well that's all for now.

Sunday, June 24, 2001

caffeine and forbidden foods

It'll probably be a while before I'm able to get online and update. I'm so excited, in 12 hours I'll be almost there. I think my fi (bridespeak for fiance) has to work on Monday so I'll have plenty of time to chill online. I'm about to go buy sandwich baggies to pack stuff in. And a can of soda for lunch.

The thing about me and soda is, that I'm a total caffeine addict. I'm trying to limit my caffeine intake, so I'm buying my soda one can at a time from the machine around the corner (only 50 cents, and it has cherry coke and root beer). Because if I bought a 2 liter bottle, I'd drink the whole think in about 30 minutes. I'm like a chain-drinker - when I finish a glass, I'm up pouring another one and drinking it before I even realize it.

If I don't have at least one soda or coffee during the day, I get hit with an absolutely excruciating withdrawal headache around 5pm. Even 600mg of Ibuprofen (which I was prescribed last time I sprained my ankle) doesn't make it go away.

What really sucks, though, is that I'm not supposed to be drinking coffee or soda at all - even decaffeinated - because of my stupid acid reflux. The entrance to my esophagus doesn't close all the way, but apparently it's not bad enough for the surgery that fixes it, so...

I'm not supposed to eat: greasy or fatty foods; spicy or heavily seasoned foods; coffee; cola; tomatoes (!); chocolate (I may as well be dead!); orange juice (!!!!!). I could LIVE on chocolate and orange juice. I think I have in the past. And tomatoes! Sigh.

Well at least I'll be in New Orleans soon, and I'll be able to sample all that fabulous cajun cuisine...DOH!

Saturday, June 23, 2001

saying hi

I walked around Philly again today. I still hate the human race, but it is nice to live in a big city like this. It's so anonymous. But at the same time, I love running into people I know, and just saying "hi" to people on the street. It makes me feel good.

airport, concert tickets, and being 14

I'm going to New Orleans tomorrow night. You have no idea how excited I am.

I still haven't packed. It's too damned hot. I'm making a list of things to pack, though. And figuring out my schedule for tomorrow. Here's what I have so far: 4:30, start getting my stuff together; 5:00, leave my apartment; 5:15 arrive at Suburban Station, hit taco bell and dunkin donuts, get a gordita and a coolatta (maybe I'll get a soda with the gordita, and drink the coolatta afterwards, cause together seems kind of gross); 5:30, catch the R1; around 5:50, arrive at the airport, find United, check in, etc. Then I sit around until 7:45 when my plane leaves. I want to arrive extra early just in case. (PS, all of those are PM)

I have to go to the bank, and to Tower to buy some cd's to listen to on the plane, but I refuse to leave before they give away another pair of Matchbox Twenty tickets on Q102. The concert is the day after I get back from New Orleans, and I reeeeeally want to go.

This has probably been the most boring entry ever. It's like I'm a fourteen year old, telling you everything that happened during my day. (Well apparently I LOOK like a 14 year old, so it's all good, I guess.) While I'm at it, why don't I pretend I'm fourteen? Hmmm...what would I have written if I was fourteen...

"Wow thank God the school year is over! Freshman year sucked!!! Ohmigod, Mark toooootally smiled at me today and I was like, duuuuude, awesome!!!! he is soooooooo cute. Cuter even than, like, eddie vedder. totally.
But like, then, karyn had to totally go and ruin my day by being bitchy to me. what the hell is up with her? she totaly stole all of my friends. what a whore."

No, wait, "what a whore" is what I would say now. Oh well.

Friday, June 22, 2001

the ex from Maine

I didn't have the best time in the world when I was in Maine. Not just because I got food poisoning and threw up at 6am on the morning of the wedding I went all the way up there to go to. I was in the hotel room sleeping for most of the vacation.

The other thing was something that wouldn't even have occurred to me if my mom hadn't said something to the effect of, "hey, we both have ex-boyfriends from the Portland area!" My mom is weird like that.

Well anyway, we were at the bride's house the night before the wedding, and there was this guy there who turned out to be the next-door neighbor, who was also acting as the dj for the wedding. I was convinced that this guy was my ex's father or uncle or something. He had the exact same eyes and smile and it was FREAKING ME OUT. I was paranoid the entire time that my ex would just pop up somewhere. When he didn't show up at the wedding, I was still totally paranoid...we went to Old Orchard Beach and I was like, "he used to talk about how he was always going to the beach..." and when we went to the mall I was like, "what if he works here!??!" Who knows what the hell he's up to lately. Last I heard, he was the night manager at Kinko's here in Philly. But I haven't seen him around lately so God knows where he is.

One time last summer I was walking down Broad Street in the rain and I saw this couple walking down the street in the opposite direction. He had an umbrella, and she was all huddled under the hood of her sweatshirt. And I was thinking, "What an inconsiderate asshole! I don't know if that's his girlfriend, or just a friend, but you don't just walk down the street hogging an umbrella like that and not sharing." Right as I was passing them, I recognized the guy. It was the ex-boyfriend from Maine.

I couldn't help it. I laughed out loud. I laughed and laughed and laughed...

ringing phones

there's a phone in another apartment, i think it's the one dowstairs, that rings exactly like mine. it's always freaking me out.

Thursday, June 21, 2001


You know those commercials and billboards and stuff where they say that Dunkin Donuts Coolattas are like "portable air conditioning"? It's true.


I got a haircut yesterday. Usually I am thrilled when I get a haircut, but I'm not sure this time. My regular hairstylist is on maternity leave, and the girl who cut my hair made it jaw-length instead of chin-length. That extra inch and a half makes a big difference when you have a round-ish face.

ME (looking in the mirror): Is my face puffy? It looks puffy.
MY SISTER: It doesn't look any different.
ME: Maybe it's just a different shape than I remember.
Then I realized that it's just the length of my hair that makes my face look rounder. Oh well. It'll grow.

Speaking of hair, I was remembering the other day how the teacher of my high school Health class told us that conditioner is useless. I don't remember the exact words she used, but she said something like this:

"My daughters insist on using this pro-vitamin stuff, and I just don't understand it. Hair is dead cells, and there's nothing you can do to change them once they're out of your body. If you want your hair to be nice, make sure you have vitamins in your diet."

I can see how she would believe this IN THEORY. But then again, she had the flattest, dullest hair I have ever seen. Her two daughters, on the other hand, had simply gorgeous hair. Hmm.


I got back to Philly last night. I haven't really been here in over a month. I went out to buy lunch today, and all it really did was reaffirm my hatred of the human race. People are just rude and stupid. Walking right in the middle of the flow of pedestrian traffic and stopping. It happened, like, twelve times, at least.

Tuesday, June 19, 2001

Maine Recap

This is what I would've written in this diary if I'd had access to the internet while on vacation in Maine:

-In the supermarket, the beer is in an aisle marked "men's needs".

-I heard this girl at the mall say "OMG!" not "Oh my God!", just "OMG!" It made me want to puke.

-At Old Orchard Beach, you have to pay a quarter to get into the public restrooms. There's a turnstile and everything. And there's this guy who sits at a desk outside; presumably to make sure nobody jumps the turnstiles. That has to be one of the worst jobs in the world.

-In New Hampshire, there are state-run liquor stores - on the side of the highway. Like, there's one on each side, and they have their own exits. As if they were rest stops. What's wrong with this picture?

-Fireworks are illegal in Maine. There's even a sign on the highway when you drive over the border that says so. But you can buy sparklers almost anywhere. (Sparklers are considered fireworks where I'm from.) We asked a guy at a gift shop about this, and he said, "It's only things that go boom that are illegal." And I thought to myself, does that include guns?

-Remember the video for "Rush Rush"? Remember how cool it was, at the time, that Keanu Reeves was in it?

Wednesday, June 13, 2001

Well, it's getting to be that time: I always run out of everything (shampoo, shower gel, etc) at around the same time, and I need to do a huge shopping spree at CVS or Rite Aid, whichever one I feel like walking to.

But since I'm visiting my family on Long Island (I usually live in Philly), I can't walk to the drug store, and in a week and a half I'm leaving to spend two months in New Orleans, anyway. And there's nothing I hate more than half a bottle of $7 shampoo all over my clothes (you know, airplanes), so I did my shopping at and had it all shipped to my fiance in New Orleans.

Here's what I got: Stridex Herbal Foaming Wash; Softsoap Lavender & Chamomile Body Wash; Sheer Blonde Shampoo & Conditioner for Honey to Caramel Blondes; Johnson's Bedtime Bath with Lavender & Chamomile (I had a hunch that baby bath would cost less than "adult" bubble bath - I was right); St. Ives Vitamin C & Fresh Berry Moisturizing Lotion; St. Ives Hydroxy Moisture Lotion. This does not include the stuff I already have and am bringing with me: contact solution, refill blades for my Venus razor, St Ives Apricot Scrub & Eye Gel, Sheer Blonde mousse & pomade, makeup, etc etc etc...

I always thought I was relatively low-maintenance, when it comes to my beauty routine. I have come to the conclusion that I was wrong.

Sunday, June 10, 2001

the F word

The other day I posted a message on the Martha Stewart Weddings message board. And part of my message got censored!!!!

Here's what I wrote: "so i thought, f*ck it"

Here's what they changed it to: so i thought, "to heck with it"

I laughed really hard at first. Then I realized that maybe I had offended someone and I felt bad. See, I curse a lot more than I should - a friend of mine once said to me, "I can't believe you say the F word in front of your mother!" I guess that not everybody grew up with a heavily-swearing father. I don't even notice when I say it anymore.

"Why the f*ck not? It's not hurting anybody! F*ck, f*ckity f*ck f*ck f*ck."

Saturday, June 9, 2001


Every time I find a skin- or hair-care product that I like, either it gets discontinued or I develop an allergy to it and get pimples on my scalp. Either that or it just costs an arm and a leg. That's why the world sucks.


Today my mom called me a "technocrat". I guess because I booked my wedding reception over the phone, I'm buying the flowers (& almost everything else) over the internet, and practically every decision involves feedback from the Martha Stewart Weddings message boards.

Yeah, I know, Martha Stewart is evil. But the people who post on her message boards aren't.

I've been talking about my wedding too much, haven't I? Well I'm kind of in "wedding" mode today, so here's an observation. Wedding magazines keep on printing articles with titles like, "100 ways to make your wedding unique" and "55 ideas to personalize your wedding". Isn't our society in sorry shape when the only way people can feel like their wedding is unique and personal is to copy a bunch of ideas from a magazine?

RIP, Creativity

Friday, June 8, 2001

wedding nightmares

Last night I dreamed that instead of going to my wedding reception, I had to go to class to take a test.

Tuesday, June 5, 2001

Taster's Choice

I wonder how Taster's Choice Coffee got its name. Do you think there was an actual taste test at some point? If so, do you think it was the clear winner with the majority, or just with one particular taster (ie, THIS taster's choice)?

Wouldn't it be ironic if there was a huge coffee survey conducted, where thousands of people were asked to taste different coffees and say which one was their choice, and Taster's Choice didn't win?

Monday, June 4, 2001


Even if you THINK you don't hate your job, at some level, you do. Simply because, no matter how much you think you enjoy it, it's something that you HAVE to do. Nobody likes that.

*N Sync

I just got back from seeing *N Sync at Giants Stadium. There is so much I could say, about the silent film and the mechanical bulls and the hippity-hops, but I won't get into that. I'll even save my "art vs. entertainment" diatribe for another day. But I do have something that I want to mention.

Across the aisle from me, there were four 15 year old boys. Just sitting there. On occasion, they would make some sort of comment, although it was difficult to hear over all the shreiking 8-year-olds (and there is nothing more shrill than thousands of 8-year olds at an *N Sync concert). But mostly they just sat there. They didn't even participate in the pre-show wave that went around about 13 or 14 times.

Now I'm wondering, why were they there? The tickets were too damned much money (even in the 3rd to last row) to just go and make a point of how much you hate it. I think they were closet fans. They were just too embarassed to admit it, even though they were at the concert.

I say, if you go so far as to show up at the concert, then you may as well admit you're a fan. It's like going to a Cher concert and still insisting that you're not gay.

Sunday, June 3, 2001


I'd rather be poor and happy than rich and miserable. Everyone says this. But everyone has jobs that they hate.

Saturday, June 2, 2001

flip phone

i shouldn't have a flip phone. it makes it way too easy for me to hang up on people.


There's no such thing as a bad sweeping generalization.


You know why I like being a woman? Because if I'm running late, I can pee and tie my shoes at the same time. Men can't do that.