Wednesday, October 31, 2001


I've mentioned before that everyone who's ever lived in the apartment below me (since I've lived here, at least) has been very, very loud. Usually they play music and scream a lot into the wee hours of the morning.

Well, in addition to that, everyone who's ever lived above me has a tendency to move furniture around in the middle of the night.

I wish I understood people.

two stores

Barns & Streudel

Johnny's Fish Chips & Wedding Supplies

Theses are two stores that Brian said he doesn't want to go to.

Sunday, October 28, 2001

last straw

Okay, I am officially freaked out.

I can deal with seeing a mouse here and there. I have been dealing with it for what seems like forever. I gave up trying to catch them because they were too smart for the traps, and I never told my landlord to call an exterminator because I don't want to have to deal with finding dead mice all over my apartment.

But I just saw two - maybe more (I couldn't tell) - mice scurrying around my bedroom. Running out from underneath my bed, climbing over the pile of clothes that are still in my suitcase from last week's trip to New York.

I am calling my landlord first thing Monday morning.


Today is the one-year-mark. Brian and I got engaged on October 28, 2000. We still have a year and two months to go until the wedding.

I am slowly going insane.

The logistics of planning a wedding that's taking place in New York, when I live in Philadelphia, the groom lives in New Orleans, I will be moving to New Orleans 6 months before the wedding, the groom's family is in South Jersey, and various members the wedding party live in Philly, South Jersey, North Jersey, Alabama, and possibly even London by the time of the wedding...ARE ENOUGH TO MAKE ME INSANE.

Thank God I still have a year and two months to figure it all out.

Saturday, October 27, 2001

stinky tree

Here are some things that I DON'T love about autumn:

1. Days when the temperature changes by 30 or 40 degrees overnight.
2. Days when it is so windy that my scarf won't even stay wrapped around my neck.
3. Ass-fruits.

Allow me to explain. The things that I call "ass-fruits" are actually called gingkos or something like that. I got the name from Lucas, who called them "ass-berries", but they look like little citrus fruits so I changed the name.

They grow on trees with pretty fan-shaped leaves and really nice blossoms in the spring...but the fruits. My GOD, the fruits.

For a full month or two every autumn, the fruits cover the sidewalk and road underneath the tree (there are three of them on my block). And these fruits...STINK. Heaven forbid you should accidentally step on one; your shoes will stink for days.

It's difficult to enjoy a nice, breezy autumn day when you're hopping around, playing ass-fruit hopscotch.

And it's even worse when the temperature just dropped 30 degrees overnight.

Friday, October 26, 2001


I've been researching headpieces all night and apparently these "15" tiaras are quite common.

What makes me really laugh is that one site had a page called "Quincinera & Sweet 16"...and all the tiaras said "15" on them.

Gee, I wish I'd had a tiara with a great big "15" on it for my Sweet 16.

I know exactly what kind of headpiece I'm looking for, but I'm having some trouble locating it online. They don't have it at my bridal salon either. OH WELL. I've got over a year to keep on looking, right? Right.

Unless you're reading this in my archives over a year from now. In which case...sorry, boys, I'm married.

"I guess you'll have to wait then."

If there were four drug stores within a four block area, and you went to one of them, you'd think that they'd at least PRETEND to care about the customer, right? Aren't they trying to win business away from the other stores? Isn't it stupid of them to be rude?

It's not my fault you're 40 and the best job you can get is as a cashier at a second-rate Rite Aid. (I call it "second-rate" because the Rite Aid that's ONE BLOCK away is much bigger and generally better.)

So I went to CVS to buy my dishwashing liquid. The cashier was friendly. I will go there from now on, without exception.

suddenly it makes sense

I turned on the radio, and that everyone-under-the-sun version of "What's Going On" was on, and it was just up to the line, "War is not the answer."

And I was like, "Yes it is."

And then I realized why it is that I never won Peacemaker of the Month when I went to Catholic School.

Thursday, October 25, 2001


Today I learned that it is, in fact, possible for Instant Breakfast powder to get stale.

Tuesday, October 23, 2001


Top 10 things I love about autumn:

10. the end of the baseball season, aka the Yankees kicking everyone's butts
9. scarves
8. every school year I begin is one school year closer to the end (I'm on my last one, yay!)
7. the leaves changing color
6. squash (the vegetable, not the sport)
5. it's not too hot, but not too cold either
4. sweet potatoes
3. breezy days
2. caramel apples
1. my birthday

Tuesday, October 16, 2001


Today on Days of Our Lives, Marlena ("the most respected psychiatrist in Salem") was actually talking...gasp! if she were intelligent. I'm as shocked as you are.

This is one of the things she said (not exactly word for word, but I'll try to remember as best I can - I'll get the gist of it, at least):

"One time I was walking on the beach with my daughter Sami, and she asked me, 'Once you have a husband, how do you keep him?' I picked up two handfuls of sand, and with the one hand, I made a fist and squeezed really tightly, and she saw the sand leak out from between my fingers. I left my other hand open, and the sand stayed there. She learned a fundamental truth that day: force is not the same thing as love."

Did she, Marlena? Did she really?

Where's Sami been lately, anyway?

Regardless, it's a good message.

piercing cries

A lot of people get their baby's ears pierced when they're still babies, because it supposedly hurts less. Apparently, the older you are, the harder the cartilage is. Therefore, the older you are, the more it hurts.

You know what, though? When you're older, you're better able to handle the pain. I was 12 when I got my ears pierced, and it barely hurt at all. I was 17 when I got my second hole, and yeah, it hurt, but I held my best friend's hand and got over it. (Actually, the pain was mostly due to the fact that the posts of the earrings were bizarrely thick.)

When you're a baby, though, you don't know that it would "hurt more" if you had it done when you're older. All you know is that it's the probably the worst pain you've ever experienced. Does the fact that the baby won't consciously remember it later really make it okay? (Let's not forget the importance of the subconscious...and besides, you don't consciously remember your mother holding you during those first crucial months of life, but we all know how important that is to our future development.)

I was in Claires today, and a couple was having their baby's ears pierced. I've heard a lot of babies cry, but I've never heard a baby cry like that.

chicken HARD taco

Today was such an exciting day, that I don't know where to begin.

First off, did you know that you can order ANYTHING on the Taco Bell menu, with chicken instead of beef? It's true. I was standing in this colossally long line at Taco Bell today, all psyched to be getting my Baja Chicken Gordita and Chicken Soft Taco, and I found myself gazing longlingly at the picture of the regular, hard beef taco.

Now mind you, I haven't eaten beef since I was twelve, and I don't even consider it food anymore.

But I do love me some crunchy taco shells.

I decided that I would make some veggie tacos (using veggie "crumbles" - like ground beef, but not) sometime in the near future, and get my Chicken Soft Taco as usual.

And then I saw the sign.

It beckoned me to "Turn my Taco Bell favorite" into an "indulgence" by substituting "marinated chicken".

It was like a dream come true.

I was a little bit nervous as I stepped up to the cash register, because I've been going to Taco Bell for years and years, but I'd never had a special order. Special orders are usually a pain in the ass (I despise mayo with a hatred unknown in the universe, so I know whence I speak), so I was a little apprehensive about placing a special order at the peak of the lunch rush.

"I'll have a Baja Chicken Gordita, and...can I get a hard taco with chicken?"


She didn't even look up.

I was golden.

I was soooo excited that it never occurred to me that a chicken taco in a hard shell would be exactly the same thing as a chicken taco in a soft shell, only in a hard shell. In other words, it wasn't all that remarkable, as far as taste is concerned.

But oh, the was a hard shell. There's just no getting over that.


"...because Weebles wobble, but they don't fall down."

Monday, October 15, 2001


Okay, I could be remembering this wrong, but...remember on the Soup Nazi episode of Seinfeld, how Newman got jambalaya? And he was all like, "Jambalaya"???

Jambalaya is rice.


I'm not afraid to fly. But I am afraid every time a plane flies overhead.

Sunday, October 14, 2001

the buzzer is clearly marked

Somebody just hit my buzzer accidentally. I don't know what's more annoying: the fact that people are always accidentally hitting my buzzer (despite the fact that it's clearly labeled "1A"); or the fact that my buzzer is always ringing and it's never for me, because nobody ever stops by to see me.

Oh, well. I don't need visitors, I've got my computer.

That sounded really pathetic, didn't it?

Pretend I didn't say it.


Saturday, October 13, 2001

so i lied

I just have to say one more thing before I go to sleep.

I've been telling you all about the lessons I've learned from watching Days of Our Lives lately. I said that you can stab a guy and shoot him three times, but if he's pure evil and looks like Dave Navarro, he won't die.

Make that seven times. Yup. Shot seven times and he's still breathing.

Isn't that insane?

Oh, and they surprised me today...Belle & Shawn went into a janitor's closet to make out and didn't get locked in. I thought this was a TV show!

up late

You do realize, of course, that whenever I'm awake and online at 3am, I'm going to quote Matchbox 20.

It's 3am, I must be lonely...looooooneleeeeeeeey.

Don't ask me why I'm still awake...I don't know. Actually, I do. I was educating myself about stylesheets at Webmonkey, then I was catching up at the MSW message boards (since I've barely been online all week) and then I read all of Uncle Bob's entries that I missed.

And now I'm going to go to sleep.

Sometimes I wish I could just fall asleep earlier. Like, even if I was sitting at my computer, it would be so great to just keel over and fall asleep with my head on my midi keyboard. Just so that I could sleep like a normal human being. You know, experience daylight.

It sucks because I love the sun. I hardly ever see it.

That's an exaggeration, by the way.

I'm going to sleep now. Goodnight.


I love cannolis.

That's really all I have to say about cannolis; I'm just trying to write something. Anything. I haven't had any diary-worthy thoughts lately.

But I really do love cannolis.

Friday, October 12, 2001

i'm bitter and rambling. don't read this.

I haven't been writing lately b/c I haven't been on the computer much lately. I'd like to say that I've been studying for the midterm I had today; but that would be a lie. I studied for it last night.

I've been mostly resting because I am kind of sick. I lost my voice through over-use and all of this congestion is rising up around it. Also my throat is so irritated that I keep on coughing all the time. This probably seems pointless, so to point out the gravity of the situation, I will remind you of two facts about me that you may not know:

1. I have a heart condition (relax, it's nothing serious), and I'm not allowed to take decongestants.

2. I'm a musical theater major. I sing. No voice means no singing. I had to sit out a mock audition today. Boooo.

So how did I lose my voice, you ask? Well...remember the Sweet 16 I mentioned? You know how loud the music is as Sweet 16's? I was trying my best to talk over the music all night, and it just ripped my voice to shreds. The music was so loud and everyone wanted to talk to me about the wedding. Of course, nobody else's voices were affected. I guess the fact that I was already a little sick contributed.

You'd think that all the years of voice training I've had would've made it possible for me to talk loudly without injuring my voice, but apparently not.

Monday, October 8, 2001

well, they've won then, haven't they?

I've figured it out!

It isn't about Holy War. It isn't about US involvement in the Middle East. It isn't about the immorality of the American people.

It's about the Emmy Awards.

They wanted to get rid of the Emmy Awards.

They couldn't bear to watch Frasier win again, either.

(In case you don't remember, the Emmy Awards were postponed due to security concerns in the wake of 9/11. -3/22/07)

Friday, October 5, 2001

how could i have forgotten!?

YIKES, I forgot to say something about Friends tonight!!!

Well, I'll just sum it up this way: I clapped my hands, I screamed an unnaturally high-pitched squeal, I jumped up to my feet with such force that the remote controls on the couch went flying across the room, I threw my pillow up in the air. (I guess that's why they call it a throw pillow...HAHAHA.)

In one word:

(This entry was in reference to the revelation that Ross was the father of Rachel's baby. -3/22/07)

Thursday, October 4, 2001

lesson #2

I learned another important thing while watching Days of Our Lives today. Re: being reported "drowned" in Puerto Rico, not only will the news media be informed before your parents, but they will have the same picture of you on file that your parents have framed on the coffee table. They will not have to go to your parents to ask for a picture.

Wednesday, October 3, 2001

billy from towanda

There is this freshman voice major named Billy in the choir I'm in. He said something really funny tonight:

"It's getting to be good funeral season. December, January...all the people shoveling snow. It's terrible to talk about it, but you puts food on the table."

His family owns a funeral home, by the way.

the lessons for today

I learned two very important things while watching Days of Our Lives today:

1. The key to keeping a marriage fresh is walking in slow motion. (Of course!)

2. If you are a high school student on a school trip in Puerto Rico, and you are reported drowned, the news media in your hometown will be notified, but your parents won't. (Never mind if you actually were drowned or not.)

And let's not forget the lesson that we learned last week: you can stab guy and shoot him three times, but if he's pure evil and looks like Dave Navarro, he'll still be able to get to a deserted island in an inflatable motor boat in the middle of a hurricane...and faster than three teenagers on jetskis, too.

Tuesday, October 2, 2001

it made me jump

Did you ever think to yourself, "Oh my God! I forgot to call my fiance! He's gonna kill me!" ... and then remember that you did call him, and say goodnight to him, literally hours ago, and it's only because you're staying up so darned late that you think you didn't yet?

Don't you hate that?

Monday, October 1, 2001

did you know...

I wasn't going to write any more entries today, but I just came across this tidbit, and it made me laugh so hard that I just had to share.

Trey Parker & Matt Stone are working on the movie version of the show "That's My Bush" (which was cancelled b/c it was too expensive to produce). The movie is going to be called George W. Bush and the Secret of the Glass Tiger.

I can't wait.

(I'm still incredibly disappointed that this never panned out. - 3/20/07)

rob thomas, the prophet

"I dreamed that the world was crumbling down
we sat on my back porch and watched it.
I dreamed that the buildings all fell down
we sat on my back porch and we watched it."
-"Busted", Matchbox 20

Just my little piece of proof that anything can seem prophetic in hindsight.