Great Two Days

Despite the fact that between Monday and Wednesday, I only had a total of maybe 7 hours of sleep, I know I had a fantastic two days (Tuesday ad Wednesday... Monday was great fun too, actually - did The Slaughtered Lamb, had potato skins and a reese's choclate peanut butter pie, and some Original Sin cider... really good time too).


Tuesday, at the crack of 8 am, my mom and I went to Snug Hrbor, after buying bagels and the newspapers, to line up to get tickets for Hair. We were about 20th in line, by 9am, which shocked the hell out of me because, in my head, Hamlet should have brought more a crowd... afterall, it's fucking Hamlet. But Hair is clearly the bigger draw... having never seen Hair (my mother wouldn't met me see the movie the few occaisons it was on TV when I was younger, and so I never had an interest in pursuing it) I didn't get it.


So, got the tickets, went to the city, and had yummy food at Pong Sri, and went to meet Pixy at MSG. We killed some time at the Borders, where I bought East of Eden (my favorite book, which I had lent out years ago and never got back), and we picked up PIxy, and went to Central Park to meet Kay.


It was fantastic fun to just sit up there in the castle-thiny, look at the algea lake, and just talk. It's been a while since we've all been together, and we thought there'd be a million things to say to each other, but Kay was right when she said that she thought it'd be lie "OMG, I haven't seen you in forever" but it felt like we just saw eachother yesterday.


So, we went to wwatch Hair, and it was the first night of previews (which is exciting, because that's when you see it in it's rawest form, before they finalize everything for the actual run).


The vocals were amazing. Absolutely amazing. I have the recording of the OBC for Hair, and it's ok, but man... THIS group? I want THIS recording. The actors' excitment and energy was amazing and it just infected the audience, as I think it's supposed to.


At the end, me and Kay went onstage to dance with the cast after bows. Pixy was encouraged by my mom to go to, but we weren't able to meet up on stage. It was almost a spiritual experience, and I'm so glad I did it, because I would have regretted it forever if I didn't. I will definitely be getting tickets to see it again, so let me know if you want to go and we'll go together. It's absoutelly electic. And then yesterday was awesome. Got up early and got breakfast at the diner, had an awesoem waitress who was like a grandmother, Pixy bought games from Blockbuster with a gift card, and then bought an XBox 360 at Best Buy for our apartment (oh, our apartment is going to be awesome and full of video games). We then caught a bus with a broken metrocard thingy, and went to Tottenville so I could get a hald hour's worth of trainign from Erin because I'm working at BiscuitMagoo all day Saturday, and have never worked in the morning or afternoon, so I needed some basic idea of what to do.


Then we went to the city to meet up with Kay in Union Square Park, where we then went to Max Brenner where we had a really great waiter, had the most delicious martinis, a cheese tasting appetizer, dinner type stuff, and some fantastic desserts. We came before the dinner crowd, so we got seated right away, by the time we left, the dinner crowd was coming in and there was at least a half hour wait.


We were going to go bowling at this place Kay had found, but when we got there, there was bouncer with a clip board, and a velvet rope. So we were like TF? Trendy bowling place? That's so lame. And we walked around for a while, and found a movie theater on W 23rd. It was a bit more expensive than usual, but it was very clean, and kind of swanky, and the seats were really comfortable - more comfy than the ones in the theater on Forest.


We saw Mamma Mia. Shut up. Me and Pixy wanted to see it because it looked horrible, and Kaydidn't want to see it because it looked horrible. But... but we were soooo surprised. At first we were like "Eh? Are they taking themseles seriosuly?" it took about 10 minutes to realize that no, they weren't. It's like everyone in the movie had a lot of food, and that they went for it being a bit campy and goofy, and then you could tell the whole audience, by that point, was with them. By the way, Colin Firth? Fricken adorable! Everything he does in it is amazing adorable.


It was very funny, on purpose.


And that was the end of the First Official Girls' Night as Autonomous Adults. It was a blast. And now I had Abba in my head.

Flipping Through My Journal

So, I have this journal that I tak with me everywhere. Much of it is full of the mundane, day-to-day, neurotic ramblings of a person whose bain never seems to shut off (this makes sleeping difficult). Sometimes I look back in it to remind myself of a n amzing night, or to simply remember a night. Sometimes I will write a short narrative, or continue a story I started elsewhere. Sometimes I'll have random lines of poetry written. So, since I am at work right now, and my job consists solely of sitting around and making sure that the dogs here go to sleep... which involves quite a lot of sitting and not a lot of much else... I decided to have a look through my journal, and pull out some of the "best" parts:

June 5th, 2008, 11.29pm

I have half a mind to go across the street to those highschoolers aand tell them they're partying wrong.

June 6th, 2008

it's nearly 4.30am... "I see Ghosts" has a suspicious lack of ghosts.

8.46pm

"Why do people think I'm so interesting?"

You're not; shut up; I hate you 16 year old.

June 7th, 2008 2.43 am

...I just want to tell one of them that I think they're fantastic... I also want to go see them not surrounded by 16 year olds.

6.31pm

...I'm a reverse-psychic... on the bright side, I won't have a bad time, I won't get raped... but I'll probably get lost.

Drunk O'clock (11.30-ish)

A man in front of me has a tattoo of an eye on the back of his neck. It really freaks me out....

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(Much of the rest of this entry is pretty illegible, though one word repeats throughout: DOOOOOOOOOOOMED!!!!!)

June 8th, 2008 4.14pm

...though to be honest, for 2 people to live on Staten Island, that's lmore like saying "We live in the ame small village" than "same city...

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...Also? I wholeheartedly approve of songs about robots and aliens w/o them being metaphors.

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...so he started dancing, all sexy-sexy (like, I dunno, a snake, slithering? Not "Damn! He's a sexy dancer!" but "That's a sexy-sexy dance! Also he's damn sexy)...

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(...but, again, these are not things I pay attention to)...

June12th, 2008 7pmish

I really need to clean my room. Like Woah... ...I guesswhen I'm done procrastinating, I'll do it.

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...and the lead singer of a band, a great band, a great band with a strong following, a great band with a strong followng of nubile 16 year old girls...

June 16th, 12.44am

...who remembered me, which always amazes me.

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...so I gave him the angry shaking fist, which I haven't used in years! I love that gesture! Why did I ever stpo usingit to connote false anger?

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...though the Culture Shock explaination was so that I would remember why I couldn't remember what happened that weekend...

June 18th, 10.22pm

...if I did, then he (wisely) chose to ignore it. If I didn't, then I am thankful for my internet being as Orgeon Trail as it is...

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...[about Jonesy, a Rottweiler at the kennel] It really sucks, but I know he's just crying for attention right now and going in there is just going to rile him up (according to the boss). It sucks cause I can hear him cry (this is crossed out) throwing up....

June 20th 6.22pm

...my eyes itch a lot right now

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...who, in real life, slips on a banana pel? No one. That's who.... well, xcept that guy on the street.

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...Fuck it. One more drink.

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"I'm sorry, I don't mean to stare at your crotch"

Yes you do!

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Adventures in Jill needs to learn how to fucking drive:

1.41am if a train doesn't come NOW I will not get home until 4am. I am hungry.

June 21st, 5.30 pm

...I really only remember the Wishbone, but I think I'd remember if there was a dinosaur in that episode.

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...why does my brain fold in on itself like a... like a souffle?

June 24th, 2008 9.04pm

...Plus, you don't give crazy pepole hugs.

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...I changed the playlist on my iPod and now it reads like a Who's Who of Purchase bands [from when I went]. All I'm missing are tracks from O'Death and The Woes... but I can fix that... eventually.

11.47pm

...and when reality enters, all you can hear is the dream-egg shatter.

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...I realize that I should not be hld responsible for anything I say or do when over-tired.

REDIRECT

There's a thing I'm in the midst of writing, and right now it's all coming very stream of conciousy. While I doubt this'll be the final format at all, opinions are welcome!

http://jillerswriting.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-had-steam-punk-dream.html

Also, I highly recommend people listen to Anthony Warlow. He may be the greaest singer ever.

This is what Saturdays were Meant for

When I was at Purchase, Saturdays often found me and my friends wandering around campus, joining drum circles, playing frisbee on what was then The Great Lawn (which I reckon it's still called, but somehow, cutting away about an eighth of ot for that new building made seem much less great), andhaving barbeques at the various barbequepits located around campus-or, at the very least, eating your food outside: taking your lunch from The Hub and eating on the Mall.

People who know me well, know that I speak about my times at Purchase full of love, but not regret. Purchase was changing when I dropped out. If I went back, it wouldn't be the same place I left; it would be bigger, with unfamiliar buildings, full of a new generation of students who like sports.

Still, the times I spent at Purchase, even the drama filled times, were golden. New bands were forming all the time, and playing at The Student Center, which I will never call The Stood. People would take their guitars out to the Quad and jsut jam, and walking through The Music Building and The Visual Arts Building meant that you were going to experience something great: someone composing a new song, an opera singer practicing for the next show; color expreriments, black and whites of inoccuous things which suddenly don't seem that way anymore. One of my greatest joys at this time in my life was, on a sunny day, just lying in the grass outside a window of the Music Building. I'd hear so many beautiful things. A stroll through the Visual Arts at night was also somewhat magical, as the building would mostly empty, and you really got a chance to see the art. Sometimes you met new people, doing new and wonderful things. Once my frineds and I caame across a bunch of people who were doing a noise experiment. Not put-off by our sudden appearance, they welcomed us, and asked us to give them a hand by making noise for 15 minutes with them.

It's times like these, and countless others that made SUNY Purcahse a home for many of us strays.

One of the best times ever had at Purchase was (and probably is) Culture Shock - a weekend, starting with Pre-Shock on Thursdays, where bands from the school would play, and going into the main event Friday, ending Saturday night, full of carnival rides, carnival food, and bands. Lots and lots of bands.

Unless it was raining, the bands would perform on a stage outside in the green, grassy, wonderful Quad. Even people you dind't know were your frineds that weekend. Someone always had something nice to say, and there was such a sense of community, that how could you want to be anywhere else?

This is prettyy much how Rock the Harbor felt for me. Wonderful things like an all day concert of local bands just didn't happen on Staten Island. As much as I love it here, understand that this is a small, quiet suburb, full of painful adolescent memories, and with most of my friends being from Purchase, and not SI, there really hasn't been much of an impetus for me to be enjoying myslef here. Mostly I spent the past two or three years wishing I was living somewhere else - somewhere where I felt I belonged.

My journey to even knowing about Rock the Harbor, something I would have completley missed otherwise, starts with seeing my friend performwith a band. Sentient Machine isn't my type of music; despite that, they're still amazing at the music they do make. Christina has been my friend since high school, and is the sole reason that I'm still friends with Adj, after a bunch of stupidity that happened, so long ago. Hanging out after their show (which I sadly missed due to bad directions, and having my flip-flop fall apart on me somwhere in the Village), she said she was leaving after Julius C - a band from SI (which shocked me) - who had gotten them their gig. So, I, of course, stayed. It's a joy of mine to discover new bands to follow by hearing them live, instead of on myspace. Nothing, my friends, absolutely NOTHING, beats hearing a band play live, and watching the group dynamic.

Julius C had such a different sound than what I was used to hearing. At Purchase, while the bands were all talented, and I walked away following no less than bands, they could still all be put into maybe three categories: Alternative Pop/Rock, Metal, and "Experimental". The sort of metal/funk sound of Julius C was strangely refreshing, and, more than that, infecting. So, I officially became a fan, and it was through them that I had even found out about Rock the Harbor.

And that's where I went yesterday, instead of a surprise 30th birthday for my cousin-in-law. It was the best excuse to not go to a family even ever. There I was, on a Saturday afternoon, walking barefoot thorugh Snug Harbor, on the South Lawn, enjoying music from bands I hadn't heard of. At one point I had a cherry Itialian Ice.

It was an amazing day. Honestly, it was the best Saturday I've ever had on Staten Island. For the first time in years I felt like I had a place I belonged.

It onlygot better when it started to rain. While most people ran for shelter, I ran for the rain. It was like Purchase all over again, all I was missing was a giant statue to run to with my friends and drum on it. Raain, at Purchase, was, for the most part, embraced. People would run out in it, dance in the rain, shout at the thunder, run through the mud. I was one of them.

Yes, I was there by myself, but I know my friends here on SI - they're not so fond of the rain at all. I don't think I Would have been able to convince Adj to come running with me through the rain, or go barefoot for that matter. Sure, it would have been great to have her or any of my friends there, but, I guess a small part of me is also glad they weren't. I was able to experience Purchase again, on my own terms.

Ass Bitten

You do these things, like put your name in a hate to be randomly drawn for an open mic, on the very large chance that you won't actually be picked, because you want to try it out, but are really afraid of trying it, and you can say to yourself: "Well, didn't get a spot this week, since it's all chosen at random, maybe next week" - because if you put your name in the hat, you're at least trying, and if your name doesn't get called, then that's fine, you still tried. No room this week, maybe next week.

But then there's that small chance that you do get picked, and you find out that you have to do a open mic, and that, while 5 minutes of stand up isn't the worst thing in the world, you legitimately freak out, because you are interested in doing this, and trying this, but are really terrified of that first step, chalking it all up to fate and "it'll happen, when it happens, but it won't happen now". Now it's now.

I was really excited to see my name on the list, and now I'm all terrified because what if I'm only funny in my head? What if I'm not as charismatic as I fooled myself into believing? What is I really, really, suck?

But, despite my fears, and the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, and the fact that I'll probably look like a shaking chihuahua on stage for 5 minutes, fate said "you missed your first turn, I don't happen often, don't expect me again if you eff this one up. try."

Well... I have to. Well, I will. Still freaked out, but maybe I will get booze beforehand to take the edge off.

Also, during the course of the day, I've moved furniture, overstretched a yoga position, and contorted my back in various ways searching for things that may have fallen thorugh some cracks, and now my lower back effin' hurts. And I'm really sleepy.