I am so, SO tired. Got up bright and early this morning (like 9:30) to go out to Queens with Brian and help a friend of his move out. A friend that I'm not especially fond of, but knew I had to be civil to unless given a really GOOD reason for being an ass. *g* Fortunately, it went pretty well...but MAN it took forever to get out there. It's hard to believe that such a massive area is all New York City....the part I was in seemed more like Cambridge or something....Not a bad place, though. Who knows, maybe I'll end up there someday.

*yawns hugely* at least I got MOST of my errands done..now I'm just sittin back on my arse, waiting for the guy from the supermarket to deliver my groceries. I'm STARVING, but I bought all this stuff to make dinner with once Brian gets back, so....gotta wait. Ugh.

I also miss Mark like crazy. I'd wanted to hang out with him this weekend, but I haven't heard from him yet, so I guess he's prolly busy....and since I have to work tomorrow morning/afternoon, I don't have much time to work with. Bleh.

Maybe I'll take a nap...

Grammies? Aren't they the old ladies who give you milk and cookies when you come home from school...?

This has been such an insane day, and it'll continue to be like that for a while, it seems. In the next few days, I need to register for Summer Housing, go to Planned Parenthood for mah pills (yeah, exciting stuff) find a job for this summer, plan and shoot my dream sequence film, shoehorn my way into a transfer room so I can get all my stuff from last semester onto DV, then digitize said stuff, then update my site with it, finish the Wildgoose portfolio, start to put together a real portfolio to aid in the finding of the aforementioned internship....and after all that, I have to start thinking about where I'm going to live next year and what classes I'm going to take.

O_o

I feel tired just thinking about it.

Did anyone else watch the Grammys? I somehow managed to suffer through it, on and off...all for the sake of catching a glimpse of an especially bizzarre gimmick - Elton John and Eminem sharing the spotlight. I had no idea how they planned to tackle this one, but I was definately curious...so I sat through Christine Agulera trying to get back to her roots, Madonna dancing on top of a mirrored limo, and a hugely dissappointing (and badly mixed, says the Sound Floor TA) combo of Moby, this chick whose name I forget, and Blue Man group. UGH. Thank god I had Voyager to help kill time.

But finally, at the very end of the show, the much-anticipated duet began..and I gotta say, it was the best act of the evening, hands down. U2 was pretty close, but....y'know, as much as I don't care for Eminem in general, this particular performance was amazing. He's as much as an actor as he is a rapper, far as I'm concerned. And Elton...Elton was so freakin cool, singing the "raindrops on my window" half better than it was in the original song. And at the end they HUGGED!! AHHHH!

*grins* I'm such a media whore. I eat this stuff up.

oh, and during the hug, I yelled, "THERE'S the money shot!" *blinks* k, I'm officially a film student geek, now... -_-;;

this is my blah. here, I am God. muah.

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so I was watching Voyager a li'l bit ago (five flights a week, BOOM baby)..among other things, it was about the Doctor falling in love with Seven, and being very hurt and lonely when he admits to himself that he can't be with her. Very sad. *sniffs* But see, being a silly person, this led me to thinking...

Y'know, I'm pretty damn lucky when it comes down to it. How often is it that the person you fall in love with actually loves you back? Mr. TV says, "Not very often at all, Missy!" And hey...we all know that the TV never lies.

yeah.....I'm in sort of an idiot mood tonight. I think it's the Duck Joke's fault. And what is this Joke you ask? WELL.

A duck walks into a bar and says, "Bartender, I need a drink!" And the bartender says, "Oh my god, it's a TALKING DUCK!!!"

^_^

farm animals are funny

sorry, folks, looks like I'm gonna have to coach him in how to blah properly. ;}

I dunno. I guess I just have no need for things to be "personal" - at least, not most things. I don't care if random people can read up on my lovelife. To be honest, I'm just surprised anyone cares.

And hey, there's a definate up-side to the whole "spilling my soul on the internet" thing. See...I'm bad about keeping in touch. really bad. Like, criminally bad. There are many, MANY friends and associations of mine that I hardly ever talk to these days. But...well, apparantly, this stupid little page helps. It allows people to get to know me, despite my inability to keep up with email. And....I guess I take comfort in that. It's nice. Now, I just have to work on the whole communication thing.

Brianna, Liz, Laura, Adrienne, Shing, Aimee, Faith....gah, all you people who might be reading this thing, even if only once every month or two. Thanks. I'll try to be a good doobie.

and I'll also try to get Mark, Brian and whoever else I can con (muah) to start babbling in here, too. yaaaay.

So yeah.

There's a SHITLOAD of stuff that's been going on lately. It was my birthday on Monday (I'm 20...so much for blaming my stupidity on being a teenager -_-) and last weekend ended up being pretty damn wonderful due to that fact.

d'oh...this is sort of a long story....ah well. My memory is so horrid, I should write all this down for my own sake, regardless of whether or not y'all care. woo.

See, it's getting to the point where I can read Brian pretty damn well. However, my feeling of self-worth and my perception of how much my friends care about me hasn't developed at quite the same rate. Most times, I have a tendancy to assume that everyone would much rather be doing their own thing, as opposed to spending time with me, and that I'm pretty low on their list of social priorities. Which is silly, but as of now there's not much I can do about it.

So. It's Friday. I'm in the middle of my first shoot for Sight and Sound Film when I get a call from Brian telling me he won't be able to drop by later because he has to run some "errands." He also mentioned someting about hanging out with the guys. Ok...great. I go back to work, a little dissappointed but not all that surprised.

Over the course of the afternoom, and through the evening, my brief conversations with Brian kept getting more and more odd. Now he was hanging out with Kim. He seemed upset that I wanted to see Hanibal, but then insisted it was all right if I went. He mentioned he wouldn't be able to see me tomorrow, but was a little vague as to why. But then he was going to Brooklyn to help his relatives. Then he was helping his mom.

Through all of this, a little voice in the back of my head - the voice that knows Brian loves me, and that I have really great friends, and that sensed something was a little odd about all of this - was screaming at me that I should stop asking questions because my wonderful boyfriend was obviously planning a surprise party on Saturday. But see....the bigger, more convincing voice insisted that I was twit for even considering such a thing. Of COURSE Brian had more important things to do. It was unfair of me to have such unrealistic expectations of him. Surprise party indeed...MUAH! And when I asked Brian not-so-subtly if he was up to something, then was met with a confused and apologetic no, the nasty voice beat the hopeful one into a bloody pulp.

The next morning, I met up with Mark and his friend Angela, who was visiting from out of town, and they dragged me all over Manhattan. We went to the Zoo and Central Park, and wandered around uptown, and visited the Saint's Alp teahouse in the villiage....and somehow, I didn't notice that they were carefully avoiding Chinatown.

I'm such a moron.

So Mark makes some sort of wierd call on his cell, which I paid no attention to. And then another when we finally got back to my dorm, which I also paid no attention to. Then I checked my box in the mailroom, took the elevator up to the 8th floor, unlocked my door and noticed there was a birthday cake on the table.

"Oh!" I think. "How nice! Jess and Joel musta bought me a cake!"

And then the lights came on, and lots of people jumped out at me.

And Brian kissed me.

And I fell on the floor.

So we ate cake, and that was great. (Ice cream cake!!! With red bean, lychee and MANGO! mmmmmm) And then we went to the movies...or tried to. Brian's friend Z had bought tickets at Moviephone.com, but they were for two different times because the system fucked up. So we talked to the manager, and she nicely changed the times on the later tickets for us. Which would have been great, except that the show was oversold by about 50 people. That was OK, though, because as much as I wanted to see Hannibal (which I DID catch later, and loved to death) witnessing a pack of disgruntled New Yorker's riot over movie tickets was much more fun. We all walked out with three free passes and a refund, somehow managed to get a table for 10 at the Uno's down the street, and had a nice, happy dinner.

The End.

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Oh, and Brian bought me a pretty necklace. See? ^_^

There's more to write about, but I think this is enough for one night...arg...

:: end blah ::

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