Big city life has turned my brain into mush. It was almost there, but this town allowed the transformation to complete itself. So, here are some scattered thoughts rolling around in my head today. (Yay, it's Saturday...I have personal computer access!)
Professional freakazoid Marilyn Manson recently married his girlfriend. In other news, I am still single. Who says God doesn't have a sense of humor?
If one more bum asks me for money, I'm going to hand him my checkbook, ask him to balance it and offer him a sawbuck if I'm actually in the black.
Why is it that everyone in NYC is in such a damn hurry except for the person I'm walking behind?
Even surrounded by complete spazzes, I am still self-conscious about my own dancing abilities. I don't know why I can't shake that.
I had another celebrity sighting. Last night at the Knockout Drops' show (and if you're in NYC and still haven't seen Escape from Bellevue yet, shame on you for six weeks), I sold a ticket to Sid McGinnis from the Late Show band. The verbal exhange:
Me (dork): Hey I know you. You're in my living room every night.
Sid (cool): How did I get there?
Me (dork): huhuhuhuhuh (a la Butthead)
Richard Pryor just died. I hope no one's looking to me for a post on that, because I was never much of a fan. I really don't know that much about him. Seemed like a decent guy, but that's about all I can say.
It's odd that the 25-year old death of John Lennon still seems to be getting more press coverage than Pryor's recent passing.
I can't wait to go home for Christmas so I can watch all my sister's Christmas movies. I've missed all my favorites this season - "Santa Claus is Comin' to Town", "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer", "Year Without a Santa Claus", etc. I did manage to catch "The Grinch Who Stole Christmas", but that was way back on Thanksgiving. Christmas shows on Thanksgiving should be outlawed.
I finally found an apartment. It's in Jersey City, not Brooklyn as I was hoping for, but it'll do. Nice roommates, great, huge, remodeled space and a place to park my car. I'm afraid I won't make it as a Jersey girl with my current hair configuration though. I need to start buying Aqua Net in bulk and invest in a professional-grade teasing comb.
Is this turning into a personal journal?? God, I hope not. But I'm sorry, I just don't care if Britney and K-Fed are getting divorced or not. But if K-Fed puts an album out, I'm all over that mess.
Professional freakazoid Marilyn Manson recently married his girlfriend. In other news, I am still single. Who says God doesn't have a sense of humor?
If one more bum asks me for money, I'm going to hand him my checkbook, ask him to balance it and offer him a sawbuck if I'm actually in the black.
Why is it that everyone in NYC is in such a damn hurry except for the person I'm walking behind?
Even surrounded by complete spazzes, I am still self-conscious about my own dancing abilities. I don't know why I can't shake that.
I had another celebrity sighting. Last night at the Knockout Drops' show (and if you're in NYC and still haven't seen Escape from Bellevue yet, shame on you for six weeks), I sold a ticket to Sid McGinnis from the Late Show band. The verbal exhange:
Me (dork): Hey I know you. You're in my living room every night.
Sid (cool): How did I get there?
Me (dork): huhuhuhuhuh (a la Butthead)
Richard Pryor just died. I hope no one's looking to me for a post on that, because I was never much of a fan. I really don't know that much about him. Seemed like a decent guy, but that's about all I can say.
It's odd that the 25-year old death of John Lennon still seems to be getting more press coverage than Pryor's recent passing.
I can't wait to go home for Christmas so I can watch all my sister's Christmas movies. I've missed all my favorites this season - "Santa Claus is Comin' to Town", "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer", "Year Without a Santa Claus", etc. I did manage to catch "The Grinch Who Stole Christmas", but that was way back on Thanksgiving. Christmas shows on Thanksgiving should be outlawed.
I finally found an apartment. It's in Jersey City, not Brooklyn as I was hoping for, but it'll do. Nice roommates, great, huge, remodeled space and a place to park my car. I'm afraid I won't make it as a Jersey girl with my current hair configuration though. I need to start buying Aqua Net in bulk and invest in a professional-grade teasing comb.
Is this turning into a personal journal?? God, I hope not. But I'm sorry, I just don't care if Britney and K-Fed are getting divorced or not. But if K-Fed puts an album out, I'm all over that mess.
Comments
I think what you said to Sid was cute (maybe I am a dork too).
Cool that you found an apartment. Jersey is not too bad...I lived in Upper Saddle River for a while.
Sounds like everything is falling into place for you. Hope you have a great holiday, and keep us updated.
Um, I think your finger slipped when you were mentioning John Lennon's death's anniversary, it's been 25 years. I wish it was 15 years because then I'd be a helluva lot younger than I am today.
congrats!
Then imagine a giant puppy.
Which is cooler?!
i was born about 2 months before john lennon was shot. my mom claims that had i been born 2 months later, my middle name would be "lennon." i don't think she's kidding.
Loved that post on Bono. I couldn't agree more.
And yes, New Yorkers are ALWAYS like that. It's like you have to bodycheck them out of the way! LOL
(I fixed the error btw...thanks for the heads up Layla!)
Hope you're having fun. You know we would much rather hear about you than Jimmy-Jean and Cleatus...I mean Britney Jean and K-Fed.
*hugs*
Peace,
- Neo
Beck, just stopping by to wish you a Merry Christmas and thank your for one of the best blogs out there!
Hope all is going well for you in NYC!