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Ohh, an update. Filler for your friends page. Gooey nougaty bits of my life for you to read. Exciting!
Jendy's been here for the last few days, learning all about life in the Park (IE: that it's boring a good amount of the time, and that I watch a lot of movies) and ringing in the New Year at First Night up in Saratoga. For her initiation night, we went to see Lost In Translation at Scotia cinema, which was deemed cute all around ("cute" is going to be one of the words of 2004, I can tell).
New Years itself was a good time - we made hot chocolate with peppermint schnapps, then went to get a tipsy Rob (who had me play x-treme ping pong for a while - we hit Jendy and each other about as often as we scored actual points). Drove up to Saratoga, scored a kickass parking spot, and went to go check out some bands. First was Monkey Gone Mad, who I think I've seen before (not particularly impressed, either) but tonight they were a lot of fun. Rob and I went and skanked with all the people and worked up a killer sweat, especially since they played Hey Ya in a ska way. That was lots of fun, and when they finished, we went out in the street in tshirts.
First Night wouldn't be complete without Ernie Williams and the Wildcats, so we went to see them next. Ernie Williams is turning 79 this year, but still heads up a really kickass blues band and has this CRAZY old man laugh, one of those "heh heh heh heh heh" ones that he can't seem to control. He's so cool, the ultimate in old people. My dad's mom is about that age, and what does she have to show? She's bonkers. Anyway, they rocked hard, and I wanted to get up and dance, but Jendy wasn't drunk enough, and Rob bailed on me midway up to the front. Oh well.
After that, we went back to the car to refuel our tanks (with Jack Daniels cocktail drinks that Rob got from somewhere, the "drink of the gay Hells Angels" - they're pretty tasty, I must say) and found Katie, Katrina, and Sarah as we were having a Robert Randolph dance party on top of the car. That company turned out to be pretty bust, so we abandoned them and went wandering on our own.
I should mention that at this point, I got Felix (the rubber squeaky rat from the back of my car) out of my pocket and onto my shoulder, where he sat contentedly for the rest of the night. I got some pretty great double-takes from people for that one, and was amazed at how many people think to say the exact same things: "Hey, you've got a rat on your shoulder!" and think that they're being clever. The first time, I said Yes, I know, his name is Felix, but after a suggestion from Jendy, I freaked out when he was mentioned. I screamed JESUS CHIRST GET IT OFF ME on the evening news while they were talking about someone getting shot in Albany. That's why they have that live delay thing.
So the four of us wandered about, looking at shops, seeing the performers in the storefront windows, and getting sandwiches at Subway before going over to see the McKrells, who put in a sub-average performance (except for their percussionist, who was amazing as always). Some old guy started YELLING about Felix for some reason, and then as we were leaving, some middle aged women asked "Can I pet your rat?" so I obliged, and they told me to look up "this movie about the guy with the rats." Thanks for your amazing clarity, ladies. I'm thinking I should bring Felix to more events. He seems to be a good conversation starter.
Anyway, off to get a good spot for the fireworks, where we found Melissa and Lisa and Ron, the Old Guard of Shen drama. Kicked off the New Year with them, watched a pretty good fireworks display (thank you, child slave laborers in Korea who made it all possible) and got to Melissa's house for several hours of champagne, pool, hookah, and music, which ended with Jendy driving Rob and me home around 6 AM.
Yesterday was spent recovering from New Years, and today has been all about sleeping until Jendy leaves, which was just a little while ago. It's back to mom telling me to get a job now... anyone else want to come visit?
I ought to recap 2003 like last year.
In 2003, I:
Worked more than one job in a year. Learned about how crap applying for jobs at the track is. Started smoking cigarettes. Started smoking pot. Started worrying about drug tests for jobs, then realized that I'm not going to go work at WalMart because Mark says it's crap. Planned world conquests with Morgan. Went berserk at any number of parties. Drank absinthe and bowled for freshmen and looked at the stars. Discovered a trail behind the golf course. Went to the gym regularly. Found an excuse to stop going to the gym regularly. Saw twelve deer on campus. Sat under a weeping willow tree in the rain. Discovered the south shore of Sunset Lake. Discovered hardcore, Noracore, punk, and the comedic value of porn music without the visuals. Went to Northern California and stayed with Kara for a while. Saw San Francisco. Saw Mendocino. Saw Yosemite, the giant redwoods, the pygmy trees, and the old hippies at Haight-Asbury. Saw Finch, Snapcase, Catch 22, Voodoo Glow Skulls, Pietasters, The Mighty Mighty Bosstones, The All-American Rejects, Yellowcard, Rancid, Dropkick Murphys, The Used, Avenged Sevenfold, From Autumn to Ashes, Every Time I Die, Most Precious Blood, and The Suicide Machines (twice) and more play live. Was in two bands of my own. Recorded three songs. Gigged once, in a basement, which was amazingly fun. Finished three-eighths of college. Went to two foam parties. Had random hookups. Had hot sex. Destroyed myself. Thought seriously about suicide. Went to therapy. Started taking antidepressants. Dyed my hair green. Started listening to ska. Started loving ska. Could not understand why I was so down on ska for all of high school. Met amazing people. Met crap people. Made better friends with people. Stopped talking to people. Decided that if we get Bush 2004, I will move to Canada after graduation. Started recruiting for senior housing. Went to Chans, the Deli, the Acrop more times than I can remember. Got amazingly stoned. Got sick. Had to take care of sick people. Had my first lead role in a production. Had my first lead role in a production admired. Had my frist lead role in a production scathingly but constructively criticized. Realized that I had to be an actor, and subsequently declared a Drama major. Realized that I can't handle money. Realized that I am now and will forever be a loner, maladjusted, and cynical dork. Realized that I still have no real idea what I'm doing. Realized that some things never change. Realized that this life is what I make it, and nothing else. Realized that I might as well make it a good one.
Jendy's been here for the last few days, learning all about life in the Park (IE: that it's boring a good amount of the time, and that I watch a lot of movies) and ringing in the New Year at First Night up in Saratoga. For her initiation night, we went to see Lost In Translation at Scotia cinema, which was deemed cute all around ("cute" is going to be one of the words of 2004, I can tell).
New Years itself was a good time - we made hot chocolate with peppermint schnapps, then went to get a tipsy Rob (who had me play x-treme ping pong for a while - we hit Jendy and each other about as often as we scored actual points). Drove up to Saratoga, scored a kickass parking spot, and went to go check out some bands. First was Monkey Gone Mad, who I think I've seen before (not particularly impressed, either) but tonight they were a lot of fun. Rob and I went and skanked with all the people and worked up a killer sweat, especially since they played Hey Ya in a ska way. That was lots of fun, and when they finished, we went out in the street in tshirts.
First Night wouldn't be complete without Ernie Williams and the Wildcats, so we went to see them next. Ernie Williams is turning 79 this year, but still heads up a really kickass blues band and has this CRAZY old man laugh, one of those "heh heh heh heh heh" ones that he can't seem to control. He's so cool, the ultimate in old people. My dad's mom is about that age, and what does she have to show? She's bonkers. Anyway, they rocked hard, and I wanted to get up and dance, but Jendy wasn't drunk enough, and Rob bailed on me midway up to the front. Oh well.
After that, we went back to the car to refuel our tanks (with Jack Daniels cocktail drinks that Rob got from somewhere, the "drink of the gay Hells Angels" - they're pretty tasty, I must say) and found Katie, Katrina, and Sarah as we were having a Robert Randolph dance party on top of the car. That company turned out to be pretty bust, so we abandoned them and went wandering on our own.
I should mention that at this point, I got Felix (the rubber squeaky rat from the back of my car) out of my pocket and onto my shoulder, where he sat contentedly for the rest of the night. I got some pretty great double-takes from people for that one, and was amazed at how many people think to say the exact same things: "Hey, you've got a rat on your shoulder!" and think that they're being clever. The first time, I said Yes, I know, his name is Felix, but after a suggestion from Jendy, I freaked out when he was mentioned. I screamed JESUS CHIRST GET IT OFF ME on the evening news while they were talking about someone getting shot in Albany. That's why they have that live delay thing.
So the four of us wandered about, looking at shops, seeing the performers in the storefront windows, and getting sandwiches at Subway before going over to see the McKrells, who put in a sub-average performance (except for their percussionist, who was amazing as always). Some old guy started YELLING about Felix for some reason, and then as we were leaving, some middle aged women asked "Can I pet your rat?" so I obliged, and they told me to look up "this movie about the guy with the rats." Thanks for your amazing clarity, ladies. I'm thinking I should bring Felix to more events. He seems to be a good conversation starter.
Anyway, off to get a good spot for the fireworks, where we found Melissa and Lisa and Ron, the Old Guard of Shen drama. Kicked off the New Year with them, watched a pretty good fireworks display (thank you, child slave laborers in Korea who made it all possible) and got to Melissa's house for several hours of champagne, pool, hookah, and music, which ended with Jendy driving Rob and me home around 6 AM.
Yesterday was spent recovering from New Years, and today has been all about sleeping until Jendy leaves, which was just a little while ago. It's back to mom telling me to get a job now... anyone else want to come visit?
I ought to recap 2003 like last year.
In 2003, I:
Worked more than one job in a year. Learned about how crap applying for jobs at the track is. Started smoking cigarettes. Started smoking pot. Started worrying about drug tests for jobs, then realized that I'm not going to go work at WalMart because Mark says it's crap. Planned world conquests with Morgan. Went berserk at any number of parties. Drank absinthe and bowled for freshmen and looked at the stars. Discovered a trail behind the golf course. Went to the gym regularly. Found an excuse to stop going to the gym regularly. Saw twelve deer on campus. Sat under a weeping willow tree in the rain. Discovered the south shore of Sunset Lake. Discovered hardcore, Noracore, punk, and the comedic value of porn music without the visuals. Went to Northern California and stayed with Kara for a while. Saw San Francisco. Saw Mendocino. Saw Yosemite, the giant redwoods, the pygmy trees, and the old hippies at Haight-Asbury. Saw Finch, Snapcase, Catch 22, Voodoo Glow Skulls, Pietasters, The Mighty Mighty Bosstones, The All-American Rejects, Yellowcard, Rancid, Dropkick Murphys, The Used, Avenged Sevenfold, From Autumn to Ashes, Every Time I Die, Most Precious Blood, and The Suicide Machines (twice) and more play live. Was in two bands of my own. Recorded three songs. Gigged once, in a basement, which was amazingly fun. Finished three-eighths of college. Went to two foam parties. Had random hookups. Had hot sex. Destroyed myself. Thought seriously about suicide. Went to therapy. Started taking antidepressants. Dyed my hair green. Started listening to ska. Started loving ska. Could not understand why I was so down on ska for all of high school. Met amazing people. Met crap people. Made better friends with people. Stopped talking to people. Decided that if we get Bush 2004, I will move to Canada after graduation. Started recruiting for senior housing. Went to Chans, the Deli, the Acrop more times than I can remember. Got amazingly stoned. Got sick. Had to take care of sick people. Had my first lead role in a production. Had my first lead role in a production admired. Had my frist lead role in a production scathingly but constructively criticized. Realized that I had to be an actor, and subsequently declared a Drama major. Realized that I can't handle money. Realized that I am now and will forever be a loner, maladjusted, and cynical dork. Realized that I still have no real idea what I'm doing. Realized that some things never change. Realized that this life is what I make it, and nothing else. Realized that I might as well make it a good one.
