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[Tuesday
June 16, 2009
10:13pm] |
posted by yours truly, thank you and goodnight
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[Monday
May 25, 2009
11:15pm] |
"So poured a bowl of oatmeal to realize no microwave. Great! So ate it raw, and the peanut butter is good."
Needless to say, I am living the life I've always dreamed of.
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[Saturday
May 16, 2009
11:42am] |
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First, I am going to bitch about the Stern curve. Maybe later I will step up to the challenge it presents. But right now it is bitch period.
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[Friday
May 15, 2009
06:18pm] |
Sometimes, this weird thing happens where I am catapulted out of my body and am given a bird's eye view of myself, and I have no choice but to realize how awesome I am.
Yesterday, I watched Ghostbusters on Netflix Instant instead of The Office season finale.
Today on my lunch break, I ate two bowls of Easy Mac and watched The Office.
Tonight, I am eating spinach herb wraps with nothing but brown mustard and trying to find online Suze Orman episodes.
Holy shit I can't even handle myself.
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[Tuesday
April 28, 2009
10:06pm] |
At midnight today, they released the lineup for the 2009 Austin City Limits Music Festival.
At 8:15 this morning, I got bored in Statistics and checked the lineup.
At 8:30, I started a list:
In no particular order, but in all caps: KINGS OF LEON, GHOSTLAND OBSERVATORY, ANDREW BIRD, GIRL TALK, L.A.X.
Also: Beastie Boys, Ben Harper and Relentless7, Thievery Corporation, Citizen Cope, Arctic Monkeys, Dave Matthews Band, Mos Def, John Vanderslice, STS9, Bell X1... I could go on
But in large part: AUSTIN, TEXAS.
But going would be a little ridiculous. Tickets are a pretty penny, not to mention flights. I would have to miss school and work. BUT IT'S SO GOOD.
( At 8:45 pm, )
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[Saturday
April 18, 2009
12:11am] |
i think i wish i was going home for summer. maybe.
but there's always next summer, right? and anyway, then i'll be able to show off my chic just-back-from-london self, speaking with the english accent i'm determined to pick up within 16 weeks.
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[Friday
April 03, 2009
12:40am] |
RUDE that car stereo (wars) is playing a glow in the dark show on saturday which if i a) was actually in austin and b) was turning 21 instead of 18 would have been a cool birthday party. also how is it that i still have yet to see a celeb? we saw jason schwartzman filming tonight but still that doesn't count - natural habitat. unfair.
i never update anymore because i am too busy pretending to learn about monopoly power and tests of hypothesis, depreciating fixed assets and running expenditure reports of cooper union accounts, and hanging out in a hundred degree room listening to sanskrit. contrary to what it may seem, life is really great.
and made even more so by froyo for dinner; sixteen handles you do me good. luv u.
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[Thursday
March 05, 2009
10:27am] |
can't close my eyes, i'm wide awake
every hair on my body
has got a thing for this place
oh, empty my heart
i've got to make room for this feeling
it's so much bigger than me
it couldn't be anymore beautiful; i can't take it in.
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[Sunday
February 15, 2009
12:51pm] |
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I don't care how shallow or recession-oblivious it may paint me, but I just got my first issue of my new subscription of Vogue in the mail yesterday and I am a happy girl. Clothes are so pretty.
Florida t-minus 27 days, so I am headed to the gym (if I can even remember where it is, it has been so long) to work off Valentine's Day Chocolate Pizza from Max Brenner and also as an excuse to leave my room and stop thinking about how badly I got shafted with this view.. of a brick wall fifteen feet away. NYU Housing better make it up to me next year with a hassle-free application process that lands me and five of my friends in a Gramercy (or Glamercy, if you will) Green suite with a view of the whole wide world.
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[Wednesday
January 21, 2009
11:14pm] |
things i am going to do this semester:
- have better posture
- read more non-fiction, preferably career-related; also fiction too though. but palahniuk causes vivid (though not scary) dreams nightly, so that may need to be rethought
- allocate more money to clothes and less to food
- study more and harder
- take care of myself, physically and mentally, although that is a massive massive undertaking
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[Thursday
January 15, 2009
01:43am] |
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All the things I've done are going to stick with me forever and it doesn't matter if I stop looking at certain Facebooks or if I act like I don't see certain people at the gym. This is me learning that I need to treat myself better because it actually does matter, despite what I may tell myself. Self-respect is all it's cracked up to be.
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[Thursday
January 08, 2009
01:38pm] |
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right now it is a gorgeous day and i am sitting on my back porch in austin, texas wearing cowboy boots and listening to a lawnmower, birds chirping, and okkervil river; i'm drinking lots of water and waiting to start a skype date with a friend and wondering if i will ever be as cool as i am at this very moment.
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[Monday
December 29, 2008
01:44pm] |
my life is the same day over and over again and i'm really okay with it:
wake up around 10am, read for a few hours, eat cereal, read for a few more hours, nap, go to the gym, come home and do i really don't know what, read, sleep, repeat.
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[Saturday
December 27, 2008
10:25pm] |
my father absolutely stuns me.
his response to an appeal for any help with spring tuition? he's paying so much for plane tickets, he doesn't have anything else to give to nyu. why are we keeping up this charade, i'm just going to end up at texas state so my first few years aren't going to matter anyway.
1. he paid $100 of a $450 ticket so i could go down to texas and see his family for thanksgiving. my mom gave me $200 to help me out with that ticket; she never saw me once while i was down there.
2. unable to afford any donations for my education, but willing to spend money replacing ceiling fans that are perfectly fine just because, buying brand new bedroom sets because he's bored of the other one, becoming the owner of a new saab two years after having bought a new truck.
3. it's not a fucking charade. this is what i want to do, i'm doing it, and you aren't going to stop me if you try. which i think i've shown you pretty clearly.
4. if i ever were to no longer go to nyu, for whatever reason, i would most CERTAINLY not find myself at texas state. i'm elitist, and i'm well aware; but texas state, really? people do well there, sure, but all texas state will ever be to me is the place you went for a semester before you dropped out to lead the wildly successful life you do now.
for christmas, i got a few gift cards, a cardigan, and a card that said "i heard about your ipod problems last minute. i was going to get you a nano but you said you wanted a different style, so get it and i'll pitch in what a nano costs." this would have made for an excellent haul, except he then proceeded to question me on why i needed something bigger than a nano, then made me feel irrationally guilty for having over 6000 songs in my music collection. turns out it wasn't about the music, but "something else". i'm a brat for going to nyu.
and he is a jerk for existing.
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[Saturday
December 20, 2008
07:43am] |
a meditation on my dreams, focusing on those around times of travel:
- i miss my flight home for thanksgiving and it's a much bigger ordeal than necessary; i wake up panicked and sweating (which only multiplies when i realize i am 11 minutes late for spring registration)
- i check bags from jfk to austin, but completely fail to stop by the baggage claim on my way out the door at the austin airport. i don't even think about my bags until two days later, and when i ask my dad if he picked them up, he's like "when would i have had a chance to go to the baggage claim? you were with me from the moment you got off your plane" and again, a panic attack ensues
- i am on my way to brooklyn, but transfer at some random station and for some reason rip off my coat while reading the map to figure out what i'm doing. i end up dashing off to catch a train whose doors keep closing and opening; i pry them open and land not-so-gracefully in a seat before realizing i left my coat on the ground by the map and there is no hope of getting it back. i get off the train in brooklyn to meet a friend and commence bitching about how i just lost an $80 coat that should have lasted me years
considering these plus the gutwrenching reaction i have to airports and planes, maybe traveling is just not my cup of tea
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[Monday
December 15, 2008
01:52pm] |
You like that exactly one year ago today I was eagerly and obsessively checking my mailbox for a letter from NYU, and now I am equally eagerly and obsessively checking my phone for a text message from my roommate that marks my return to Facebook? Pathetique.
edited to add:
Does it make it less pathetic if I get a little bored after just a few minutes, and if I conclude that Facebook is not all it's cracked up to be? Maybe I'm just bitter because the majority of my notifications were just Compare People bullshit.
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[Saturday
December 13, 2008
06:57pm] |
This week I am going to:
- memorize lots of useless (for an accounting major) information about endocrine systems and neural communication and consequently (hopefully) ace that final
- start (and finish) my Christmas shopping
- haul myself down to Chinatown even though I really don't want to
- see Twilight again so that that way I can spend the rest of Wednesday night whining about how Edward Cullen/Robert Pattinson is not my boyfriend
- buy a wine glass because solo wine drinking is only classy when done Carrie Bradshaw-style, aka not out of paper cups; everyone is leaving and the cork is broken so I have no other option
- board a plane to Texas, where I will spend three and a half weeks visiting family I actually like, interspersed with avoiding family I really don't like and all the while reading lots of books and organizing my iTunes library and making a resume
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[Saturday
December 13, 2008
02:42pm] |
Despite my deep-seated hatred of sweaters that is really just an extension of my deep-seated hatred of my 36D chest, all signs are starting to point to yes, winter is my favorite season. Going to the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree and to the windows at Saks, Macy's, and Lord and Taylor certainly did not work against the season.
It's still very silly to me that I can think about things like how I could just be driving around Austin looking at okay but not necessarily stunning Christmas decorations but instead no big, I just go to Saks Fifth Avenue and see one-of-a-kind gowns by Zac Posen and Missoni and Dior in windows carpeted with Swarovski crystal snow, pieces of art that are only one component of displays about Mike the Snowflake. Then I go down the street and see intricate scenes straight out of The Great Gatsby, not that I can take credit for that reference because I've never read Fitzgerald but my friends have. Then I can stand on the corner of 5th Avenue and 35th Street and sing "Jingle Bells" with a drunken crowd of strangers. Then I come home to my cozy dorm farther down 5th Avenue and wrap up in my blanket and be sad about how my roommate is leaving in 15 hours and I will be alone for 8 days and even lonelier for three and a half weeks after that.
Then I wake up and study boring Enlightenment and Antiquity texts while my roommate finishes packing up her entire world for five weeks at home. We go downstairs so she can hail a taxi and then I come upstairs and listen to music like Aqualung and Her Space Holiday and other bands that just sound sort of cold, but it is really the sound I think I like the most. I like winter because it is always okay to listen to cold music.
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[Wednesday
December 10, 2008
01:06pm] |
Seriously, fuck New York City customer service (or, more appropriately, lack thereof).
Kelsey Edelen (1:02:29 PM): so i walk up to the quiznos counter in the dining hall and there's no wheat bread laid out right where they prepare the sandwiches but there were literally like 30 loaves right behind the lady in this oveny thing and an entire bag on top of the oven with at least that many loaves, but all she has by the prep counter is one loaf of white and i was like 'can i get a veggie on wheat' and she was like 'all i got's white' and i was like 'there's so much wheat bread right behind you' and she was like 'nope, all i can give you is white' and i was like 'why can i not have one of those, you clearly have wheat bread' and she was like 'i work here, i know what i can and cannot do behind this counter and there is a reason i'm not giving you wheat bread'
Kelsey Edelen (1:03:10 PM): and then i was like 'okay fine whatever white' and she was like 'what.' and i was like 'veggie. on white. whatever.' and she just like stared at me with this rude look and i was like '...PLEASE.' and she was like 'yeah, that's right. respect your elders.'
Kelsey Edelen (1:04:44 PM): and she mumbled about how she was 30 years old and how she doesn't give sass so she didn't want mine blah blah blah and i was like 'okay whatever i'm sorry i apologize' and she was like 'i ain't TALKIN to you, i was talking to HER' and pointed to this other lady behind the counter and then she just went on mubling
Kelsey Edelen (1:05:48 PM): and i was just thinking 'okay you work at the fucking quiznos, i don't care how old you are. and besides i pay too much fucking money to not get served bread that you clearly have available. i'm paying 8 dollars for this 4 dollar sandwich, and i know you don't set the prices but fuck you'
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[Monday
December 08, 2008
06:53pm] |
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Tentatively, I am resolving to start spending money on books. I approach purchasing books with some severely inexplicable and severely debilitating reluctance. I am so much more willing to spend $15 on a meal that will provide me with only a short time of enjoyment but really lots of self-loathing and stress, but a book means hours spent engaged in a much more rewarding activity. So there.
Also, resolving to make my entries less trivial. Already sensing failure on this one.
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