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I'm going to write this in five minutes awshooooooooot. So it's really random. And short. And not written well. People don't like to read.

Thursday night chinese food & Volver with JustinMA. Pedro Almodovar & Penelope together as they always should be. I've decided that every piece of clothing I buy from now on must look like it came from that movie.

Aaron Eckhart to play Harvey Dent aka Two-Face in The Dark Knight?! YES. Yes, yes yes yes yes yes. YES! Chris Nolan & Chris Bale back. Awaiting the female lead...since Katie Holmes is...I can't even think of a joke for that here.

I got a drunk IM the other night (oh, the best kind) where a dude said "nice tits" about 25 times, among other things. He called today to say hi, and had no recollection of said IM. I love when other people's drunken nights of debauchery get technology-sloppy to me, and not the other way around.

Last night went to see Evil Dead: The Musical with Mike. Hilarity ensued. Uneven first act, but once the lead started getting into the maniacal Ash, I was so into it. Voices were nice. Actors sprayed blood EVERYWHERE in the finale massacre scene. I was laughing to the point of crying. Also, made me wish that Bruce Campbell was in my life more often.

Made it back to Brooklyn for CRAZY hangs with like fifteen people. Went to Royal Oak where Rachel was sophisticatedly propositioned by a hipster on his way to the bathroom: "I have to shit, want to dance?"

Headed to Capones with our new friend Jesse of Motion City Soundtrack. Um. Last week at the Cartel afterparty I told him all about how his band is amazing and how I got into them and stuff; yeah, I was that girl. But he's totes nice. And kind of into my friend, so I think he forgave me. There's hilarious video of us waiting in the subway...it'll be up soonz. Quote from video:

"Jesse from Motion City Soundtrack is trying to make me cool."

False. The fact that I said that makes me absolutely never able to be cool. Whatevs.

Upon waking up this morning and seeing the pictures of Britney Spears drunk and shaving her own head, my roommate Rachel says, "Do not ever feel like a trainwreck again." Sweet.

Grey's Anatomy made me cry my balls out. Wait. Scratch that. Made me ball my eyes out. Hmmm. Derrick crying in the hallway?! Geez. Waterworks Are I.

Erica and I ventured into the city today for technological upgrades. I got a fucking sidekick. My ambition to be cool does not falter despite knowing I will always be a dork. Inevitable destiny. Went into T-Mobile. Young man goes, "Can I help you?" I point to Erica's sidekick: "She has one. I want one." Went to the Apple Store. Erica and I were kind of in heaven. I can't wait to upgrade to a fucking new computer + iPod. I'd be embarrassed to say what I'm working with now.

Karaoke tonight!

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For the record: I got a 32-year-old married dude into Fall Out Boy. He asked me what I was listening to on the day the album came out, and I had to admit it. "Who is Fall Out Boy??" He digs o digs.

Someone I dig o dig:

Fantastic weekend.

Last week was full of the day job and then writing at night. I didn't go out much.

Thursday night met up with the girls at the Continental for some drinks. Permanent Me invited us to their hotel room so we swung by at midnight and chilled. There were Miller Lites and conversations regarding Teen Bop magazine.

Friday night was the Permanent Me/Girls Like Boys/Cobra Starship/Cartel show @ the Nokia Theater. For some reason, ever since I moved to New York, my sense of direction has gone berserk. Erica saves me all the time - I'd never been to Nokia and we're walking in Times Square and I'm like, "well, it's probably on the right side of the street..." and just start marching across and Erica is yelling at me to STOP and she points up and there's all these flashing lights and huge signs to our left that say "Nokia" and whatnot. Misguided Loser Are I.

Sarah and Jeff got Erica & I up in that piece ('cause they're pretty much awesome) and we proceeded to take in some drink. We watched Cobra from the side of the stage, and I was obviously dancing along because...it's fucking dance music. I saw Rob after they played and he goes, "Yeah, I saw you dancing over there!" - almost as if I'm supposed to be embarrassed. I don't cares. I'm okay being that girl. Of course, I rocked out to Cartel as well. I love hearing "Burn this City" live...During the set Erica and I saw a janitor in the back hallway. He had a defiant look on his face as he stood there with a mop and steam was coming from a door behind him (what??) when he goes: "I fucking hate this music!" Woah, janitor. Priceless.

Afterwards we headed to Revolver for the afterparty. There was much dancing. Craziness. Good craziness. Not like the previous week's craziness. Good good good craziness. That is all.

Erica and I went home with Sarah and Rob Wonder - who is fucking hilarious, by the way. Erica and I slept on the couch wrapped in blankets and I'm pretty sure I went to sleep with a smile on my face.

I woke up on Saturday morning to Monkey jumping in my face, but I was not perturbed in the least because he's the most adorable dog of all effin' TIME. I snuck out into the sun, and it was too amazing of a weather-day to not take it in a bit. I went to Macy's and decided to check out all the floors there...and then got lost and couldn't find an exit for 20 minutes (only me...). I frantically texted Erica: "I'm fucking lost in Macy's. I can't get out!!" I don't know how she was supposed to help me? I suppose it was a reflex, because I always turn to her when I get lost (see: previously mentioned moment of directional idiocy).

When I got home, I stayed on the couch all night. I was going to meet up with Mike because I severely owe him some hanging out time, but the shuttles were running the L and I didn't want to do that all by myself on my way home in the wee hours of the morning. Phil and Dan were apparently expecting me to provide the dance party fun, but I was pooooped. I was also bummed I didn't get to see Meesh, one of my favorite girls on the planet.

Also, Monty Are I was playing at the School of Rock in New Jersey, but we couldn't figure out how to get there sans-car. Steve called after they played and he said it was an awesome show - the sound rules there and I was a bit bummed to have missed it. It was doubly sad when he said he wanted to show me the latest cuts on the "Between the Sheets" video and some new stuff they're working on. Dammit. He's such a fucking turdburgler.

However, things turned out for the better when Rawan popped open a bottle of wine and we found a VHS copy of The Little Mermaid. It's strange how much we remembered as we watched that movie. It's so amazing. I also may or may not have gotten up and shook it up a little when the "Under the Sea" scene came on.

Sunday the entire apartment woke up real late. I won't even tell you how late. We then had an official clean-o-rama of the apartment and settled in to watch the Grammy's. They're probably the worst of the major award shows. I didn't even want to watch them. Some notes: Sting still looks good; I'd definitely be a slave 4 Justin Timberlake; Mandy Moore looked straight up horrible; and the contest winner singing with JT & TI pulled it off! She is my new hero. Jennifer Hudson reads that you've been voted to perform live with JT at the mother effin' Grammys and you have to walk up stage and just do it?! ... !?!?!?!?! She belted it out, looked hot, and blew everyone away. She will probably have a contract by morning.

My former [insane in that amazing way] roommate Erin is in town tonight!! She lives all the way out in California now, and I haven't seen her since last summer, and I'm looking forward to her crazy antics. She has a job interview tomorrow morning, so tonight's a tame one. However, tomorrow night we've already got some open bar happenings and the usual happenings...and I'm looking forward to the nostalgia I'll feel as I either a) hold back her hair lovingly b) hold back her tiny fists from punching someone in a drunken stupor or c) hold back my laughter as she gets into a political debate about Hillary Clinton at 3 am with another drunkard on the subway. Entertainment is only a shot away...

File under Miscellaneous:

- Ran into Jen at Revolver. WOAH. She's tight with Can't Face the Falling, and I've known her since the Rhode Island days, and she saw me and was like, "hey!" and I'm pretty sure I didn't know who she was at first. Last person I expected to see in New York. She's was there with her boyfriend from As Tall as Lions...Also: she's gorgeous; legit babe.

- A bartender at Revolver when Erica & I went to get a drink: "Hey, were you girls here last week?" "Uhhh..." "Yeah, I remember you dancing..." We smiled, nodded, bowed heads in shame.

- Yeah! for Sarah & Rob Wonder ending the night with some Monty Are I and all my girls being the last ones in the joint and just rocking OUT to it.

- I started off 2007 a little cynical, given the late events of 2006. However, I think this weekend broke me of that. At least for now.

- Do I say "Erica & I" too much? Oh wait - we're the same person, nevermind. The last couple of days has been pretty weird because we're at that creepy point in a relationship (yeah, I'm using that term) where we finish each other's sentences and make the same joke at the same time. I'd like to be kidding, but I'm not. This was solidified by the fact that a dude called Erica thinking it was me and didn't catch that we were two different people.

- Watching the last episode of Grey's Anatomy on Saturday in hangover mode was NOT the best idea. It was the most intense hour of television, and I got a lot bit queasy at the graphic stuff. We even had to mute one part. The face of the woman Karev was saving gave me nightmares. I couldn't deal with the end; Erica and I both screamed in surprise.

- One of the best episodes of The Soup ever. The Cheaters clip = rewound and rewatched about five million times.

- The ten minute director's cut of JT's "What Goes Around" starring Scarlett Johanssen is INTENSE. The interludes are intimate and well-done. The ending is crazy, but I really love the video. Ooooooh make out.

- I'm friends with AIMEE from Bad Girls Club on MySpace. Ohsnaaaaaaap. I sent her a message asking how I can learn to put on eye makeup like her without using a whole stick of eyeliner each application. She did not respond.

- If you know anything about me, you know I'm mildly obsessed with Ryan Adams. I bought the latest issue of Spin for the last-page article entitled: "Awww Shit, Look Who Got a Website" (Also the name of the song on his official homepage). I'm that devoted fan that listened to all those songs on his website and flipped the fuck out for them. By myself. I need to find somebody just as obsessed to lay in bed with me, listen and crack up until we cry. Preferably this dude:


- I should probably not put this in miscellaneous and just write a whole post about my opinion regarding the internet and how it's changed...everything...but who would care? I picked up New York magazine because it has a girl taking a picture of herself on the cover with this copy blocking out her probably nude body: "i am not interested in privacy. online, i reveal everything--my breakups, my bank balance, my breakfast cereal, my body. my parents call it shameless. i call it freedom." The article is okay - nothing too special or original - but I had never heard the phenomena put this way:


- There's a new dude at work whose hero is Brando and is a devoted method actor. I made the mistake of asking, "So, what's that like?" And then he proceeded to detail me on how he studies people. He described the way I ate lunch and spoke with my hands. Oh.......cool. [cue nervous laughter]




I write too much.

I'm working on an article with a deadline on Friday and I needed a break. I break from writing by...writing?

Moving on. It's been one of the busiest weeks on record. It's excruciatingly painful waiting for the weekend.

Random musings.

This week's Gilmore Girls was decent for a change. Emily Gilmore and Logan's characters finally reappear. Also. I don't like blonde dudes, but if that Logan ever wanted me...

The next Monty Are I video is going to be amazing, according to Steve. He rolls around in bed/makes out with a Johnny Cupcakes model - just saying.

Lost with Erica, Sarah, and Brandon tonight. Solid episode. Stoked for the rest of the season. Can't wait for The Soup to start a Lost Rave and have Mankini out there dancing in front of the brainwash room. Also: what's with the brainwash room?! Also: Jack all scruffy in white scrubs. That is all.

There was about 10 cops hanging out at my subway stop today for five hours. Awesome!!!!

I'm getting a sidekick next Thursdayish. Two things will happen: 1. Befuddled scientists everywhere will become engrossed in the fact that I am the only person whose sidekick didn't add legit cool points to. Is our coolness-o-meter broken or are you just that lame? 2. You thought I was dorky here. MySpace. The interwebz. Can't wait for my sidekick nerd to emerge. Most Awkward Sidekick User in the World Award 2007.

I really want to fly somewhere by myself and get lost for a week or two.

I've been listening to only two super-catchy albums this week. I ride the subway to work and can't stop smiling.

I hate complainers. TO THE MAX. And passive-aggressiveness.

My momz is getting me a subscription to Latina magazine. It's a pretty great magazine content-wise. And I'm obsessed with magazines.

This week has just been work 9-6 and then writing at night. I'm exhausted. But I like finishing ahead of deadlines.

Tomorrow I shall sleep. Friday I will probably not.

My big toe on my left foot has been numb since Wednesday.

On Tuesday, Kelly, Erica, Jiscilla, and I had big plans for Christy. It was her 24th birthday at midnight, and when we found out that Young Love was having an album release performance/party, we had to surprise her with it. I decided to borrow roommate Rawan's boots for the evening, even though her feet are two sizes bigger than mine. [Sidenote: I have the smallest feet in the apartment and I wish I could share shoes with these girls.] I believe the boots are to blame for my toe's tingly-ness. I can still wiggle it and everything, but I'm hoping it regains full toe abilities soon.

Christy was UBER surprised about the Young Love show + open bar. Sarah was DJ'ing and when she played The Photo Atlas, I flipped out a little bit. When Young Love took the stage, we were in the front, shaking our hips to "Discotech." Also in the front were a barrage of hipster photographers and Bronques from lastnightsparty kept on taking pictures of me and all I could think of was "Oh shit, please don't let me end up on Blue States Lose. Shit. Shit. Shit." [Sidenote: Friday came along. Phew. Not there.]

I must take a moment to commemorate the fact that the party was at none other than the same loft Purevolume sponsored during CMJ week. It's pretty much the best place ever. The only bad thing (it's really quite atrocious) is that there is only one bathroom. Just one. Post-Young Love Jiscilla and I stood in line for a good half-hour. Luckily, the line was also a party. Though, towards the end Jiscilla and I were basically just doing the ihavetofuckingpeelikearacehorse dance.

On Thursday I was an extra in a music video. I'll post more about it when it comes out, but it was a pretty hilarious-in-a-super-awkward-way experience. I had to pretend to fight a friend and it was just too funny that I kept smiling while I yelled. Ooooooops. I'm sure the video will be awesome. The band's last video was sweet, and it's the same director.

When I got home Erica and a Stolen Transmission intern were working on screening the shirts for the Permanent Me album release show. I basically went to sleep surrounded by drying tee shirts. The next day, Erica and I woke up early and banged out the second layer of the screening. I'm serious when I say I got a work out. It was like doing a straight hour and a half of squats. Bend to place new shirt, take painted shirt to drying area, bend down to get newly painted shirt...

Erica and I then headed to the Island/Def Jam offices to drop off the tees, and as we were signing ourselves in, I caught fluorescent clothing in my peripheral vision. I turned to see Fall Out Boy's Patrick Stump waiting behind us in line. I jabbed Erica a couple of times, but she didn't know what I was trying to signal her for. [Sidenote: I AM A NERD.] So we pick up this large bin of t-shirts together and start walking the wrong way  to go up the escalators, and three security guards are like, "Wrong way! Wrong way!" and we're not paying attention because at this point I'm squealing under my breath that Patrick Stump was behind us in line. When we finally realized the yelling/commotion was about us, we walked back around the right way and basically made a really awesome first impression with the dude whose leaked album I've been swooning the past couple of weeks. By the way, they were signing in to see Jay-Z. Whatevs.

On Friday night, Erica and I became Trainwrecks Are I. Both of us. We went to Revolver with some friends already liquored up on wine. We were buzzed and feeling the dance party Gurj was providing. Sarah got their post-midnight (aka her BIRTHDAY!!!) and proceeded to get a tequila shot for the three of us. It was shortly after this moment that I lost my memory of the rest of the night. I woke up on Saturday morning on my couch wrapped in Rawan's fur coat.

Wha happened?!

There is a reason tequila hasn't touched my lips in a few years. People started filling in the giant gap in my memory. Christy contends that a bartender was feeding me free drinks. Rachel has photos of me slipping and falling on the ground - I will probably post them. Brandon told me I got sick in the bathroom. Perry said I was straight up wasted-face. Justin and Tyler recounted how they got me home safely and put me in bed with Rachel and Rawan's help (but I still woke up on the couch?!). Erica did not help at all because she was struck with the same affliction. Luckily, I don't think I was a danger to my cell phone. There seemed to be no phone calls made, and only one text made - and the text was so incoherent: "fuf bode" Yikes. I can't for the life of me figure out what I was trying to say. Also, I saw that Steve had called me three times and texted me because he was just as wasted-face in New Orleans. Craziness was occurring everywhere.

I recount all this publicly because that amount of messiness cannot happen again. Okay, I'm 23, time to move along...get with the program...become sophisticated. Right.

On Saturday Erica and I were curled up in her bed watching the Lizzie Maguire Movie when we remembered we were going to Long Island for the Permanent Me album release show. We picked ourselves up some Taco Bell and headed to the Long Island Rail Road (LIRR). When we arrived at the temple the show was at, we were NOT expecting what we found. We were a) the oldest people there b) false - the chaperoning parents were and c) omg high school. We awkwardly [Sidenote: there are very few times that Erica and I are not awkward] stood on the outskirts of the crowd trying to avoid the flailing limbs of pubescent moshers.

The shirts seemed to be a success, and Permanent Me ended the show with an awesome set. They will be on part of the upcoming Boys Like Girls/Cartel/Cobra Starship tour, so check them ooooout! Erica and I then headed back to the LIRR station for the 1217 am train. How effin' tired were we??

When we got on the L train to head into Brooklyn, we were on a party train. One of the street performers at Union Square got on the train and continued to blast Madonna and Prince from her portable speaker. The crowd loved it. Everybody was clapping, cheering, dancing - it is probably in my top New York moments. ALSO - I have video of it. Fucking hilarious! Coming soon...

And now it is Sunday afternoon and I am typing this from the comforts of my bed. This week: Fall Out Boy album comes out [Erica and I will be purchasing it because we promised Doug.] LOST returns - flip outs with Sarah and Brandon will ensue. Aforementioned PM/BLG/Cartel/CobraStarship tour on Friday with an afterparty that I'm sure will produce more stories (this time I will remember them.)

Random:

The Office was HILARIOUS. Benjamin Franklin impersonator?!!?! Pam's "Ohhhh..." when he tells her his real name had me in tears. I just feel like I've said that same "Oh" way too many times in my life.

I saw that movie Crank starring Jason Statham. Woah craziness. It was actually pretty good, as action flicks go. Craziest action movie sex scene everrrrrr.

Okay, a few weeks ago I got a call from Laurel Touby because she wanted to interview me for a position I had applied for. Apparently, other applicants got this email. I'm a religious Gawker reader. Anyway, I feel good that I was actually interviewed, and even a little better that over 200 people applied for the job. This makes me feel better about not actually getting the job. I have a decent job and I'm freelance writing/editing, so things ended up for the best anyway. Also, after meeting with Touby, I don't know why Gawker gives her such bad press. Though, I suppose the e-mail was a worthy post.

One day last week Erica left her Sidekick at home and I got to take care of it all day. My cell phone (small, dated, frail and the antithesis of cool) contract ends in a couple of months, so I think I've made the decision to buy a Sidekick. Oh snap!! I've always stayed away from that stuff because I don't really care to be in constant communication with people. But a new age is dawning. JK. Whatever, I'm just going to get one and become an addict.

Okay, I'm ending this humongo post (seriously, you read to this point??) with a hilarious plot summary from IMDB:

Jack and Diane, two teenage lesbians, meet in New York City and spend the night kissing ferociously. Diane's charming innocence quickly begins to open Jack's tough skinned heart. But, when Jack discovers that Diane is leaving the country in a week she tries to push her away. Diane must struggle to keep their love alive while hiding the secret that her newly awakened sexual desire occasionally turns her into a werewolf.

The last sentence for the win.

On Monday night Erica, Rachel and I were at our computers with the FUSE channel on as background noise (it wasn't time for Heroes, yet) and all of a suddenz, I hear "I don't wanna be your loverrrrrrrr" coming from the box. I ran to the television, as did Erica, and there was Monty Are I! It was a commercial and it had video from their holiday shows in Rhode Island (my girls and I roadtripped to...). The commercial also features Permanent Me!

We obviously FLIPPED and then I called Steve and he was like, "Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you about that..." Pfft. Enjoy. And go buy the effin' album already and check out their TOUR or I will be mad.