This Christmas...

(G; I already have Love and Baby, Music, and Angel aren't my style)

I'm not asking for much.

I'm still alive.

cred: littlepaperplanes

If you listen hard, it sounds like 'Devotion' is being said.


Habla Dabla - Emotion (Daft Punk cover)

Daft Punk - Emotion

I don't play games.

Thanks, Bebe! I was gunna get a new Blackberry. Whoops.

We will never forget tonight.

Lack of originality is pissing me off.

It's election night, btw. Awesome. It's like Christmas and New Years Eve all at the same time.


I came back to this blog to lay down a little rant. It regards people who quote popular blogs on a daily bases. Really? Do you lack a personality and life so much that you need to rely on another person's sarcasm to take it's place?
I understand inside jokes. I understand laughing along with things. Believe me, I understand. But this has reached a level of ridiculous. I would not be suprised if these people refresh their homepage every five minutes to feed their soul-less life. I simply don't get why you'd devote 90% of your life to reading and worshiping a blog. A really fuckin' stupid one at that. If you figure out the answer, don't hesitate to email me. I am completely bewildered.

Christmas came a little early.

Everybody, give a round of applause to...

...Copytrans for saving my life, my money, and my iPod. Thank youuuuu!

If you're like me and have (or in this case, HAD) 2-3 years of spyware building up on your computer, needing to do a full system restore, and are left scratching your head as to how to get those 40 gigs of music back onto the computer quickly and as they were... fear no more. I did all the dirty work for you, put my credit card on the line, and was not scammed (however, my bank did call since the company, Copytrans, is set in Switzerland and bad things were assumed).

It's a mere $19.90. And you get to see if your bank's fraud detection really works, too.


http://www.copytrans.net/

Not a fraud, I swear.

Oh my god.

"Meaningful Story" + 80 degree weather + being outside + no class 'til 4pm = feels so fuckin' good.

This has nothing to do with anything you're interested in.

Unless you're a complete stalker, like some who read this blog. Correction, like one or two who read this blog. (Your obsession will get you nowhere, I hope you know that.)

Anyway, last night was fairly interesting. The girls gathered up in my room and we drank a little or enough to be in a good mood. Then we went outside to smoke some cigarettes, go on a walk, come back to get food, and end up smoking cigarettes again. His roommate comes up to me; the same roommate that walked in on us, if you know what I mean. He starts spitting so much game at me, "You know where my room is ;)".

Karen and I wait 'til he goes inside and we write on his board, "No I will not sleep with you, Enrique" and I sign with a heart and my name to remind the next boy who walks through that door what he lost.

It all seemed very quick and without detail but it was really fun. I guess you have to live in the moment and realize that happiness is not just restricted to being in a relationship. Just this past week, when I found out that I was lead on, I wasn't upset about losing him, per se, but mostly about losing that feeling of ultimate bliss I felt, tip-toeing to his room at 12am, to have him hold my hand in front of his friends, to have him kiss me randomly, or to see him smile and know that I was the cause of it.

Last night, I was the same form of happy I was a week ago when this kid and I were seeing each other. Granted, we were never boyfriend/girlfriend (as much as I wanted to). But he was genuine when we had our thing going and I sincerely forgive him for getting back with his ex-girlfriend because I know it wasn't his initial idea to get back with her. I guess it just happened, but who am I to make excuses for someone who mildly broke my heart.

I sit here, in the cafeteria, in a very secluded but scenic spot (wondering why I never came here before) and I am reflecting on why this week of exhuberant hooking up means so much to me. He is up to par as the other dude that I been with here thus far but why is he so special or why does he outshine the rest?

For one, when we did in fact meet, I felt as if I found the right one, no joke. If I were to put into words on a piece of paper, the criteria of a guy that I look for, he would match up 97%. So when we were 'together' I was just so happy, I didn't have the end in mind. One of my philosophy courses stresses, 'Begin with with end in mind'. I didn't do just that. Maybe that's why I was so crushed when I found out.

Needless to say, ever since I came back from this weekend, knowing what I know, knowing that there will be no 'asshunting' as he would put it, I thought that he'd just disappear off the face of the planet and I would just be Debbie Downer all week long. Quite the contrary, I have been in the best mood ever since and he's been showing up in the unlikliest of places at the strangest of times. I go into the cafeteria, he follows. I leave, he enters. We just keep being at the same place at the same time, what does that mean? It's almost as if he's chasing me. And he hasn't been looking his greatest either. I haven't seen a smile since last week when he was with me. Honestly, if I were with someone I really liked and enjoyed being with and then abruptly decided to get back with my ex-boyfriend, I'd feel like shit, too. Considering all the shit talking he did about her to me, making me think that every smidge of his existance was over her. I wonder how he felt when he walked in at 2am, seeing what I wrote on his white board.

I rarely do personal posts on this blog because I really don't want my personal life on the internet (not like you actually know me anyway but still). However, I feel that this situation is so unique and, I don't know, full of ulterior meaning, that I decided to share it with my audience. Multiple views are better than one. So I ask you, fellow readers, would you analyze this situation for me? Email me any thoughts you may have, my email address is right at the top of this page, on the right side.

What does this all mean? Yeah, obviously he's back with his girl, I know that. But why does he still show up ironically on cue everytime I'm anywhere? Why does he look so sad all the time, talking to girls that we're friends with with a problematic look on his face that says 'maybe you could help me?' If you were in his shoes and left a good girl for your evil, clingy, creepy exgirlfriend, would you feel any guilt?

Just wondering what everyone else thinks...

Awesome?

One of my friends, Will, listens to Dan Deacon. He played his cd one day when we all were in his dorm room on the huge amps and high tech equipment he has for cd playing. Dan Deacon will justify any accusation you may have that America cannot create decent electro (or is it electronica? techno? fuck, I don't know? It's awesome).

http://www.myspace.com/dandeacon/

Say hi to Poland's Lily Allen.

http://www.myspace.com/izalach

Pardon my absence.

I was too busy getting down.

I'm going home.

Dinka just takes my mind to a whole different level. It's like having everything good that has ever happened to you, every place you love, everyone you love, surround and envelop you.

I never go to the mall anymore.

But last night I did. I ended up buying these leggings because I don't know how to say no and I don't know how to not dress like a drag queen.

Then, I come to find out Express is having a huge sale so I buy a black/red sequin sweater there for ten dollars. I go home happy.

Also, Kira Plastinina is opening up a shop in the mall right next to my house. Definitely excited about that. You can view my blogging about her right here.

And lastly, Coach decided to make a purse worthy of my pennies... after five years.

$459/$359. One day...

Windows: 1; Apple: 0.

I've been trying to do the right thing for days now. I can't buy songs off of iTunes because it refuses to process my card. Why is Apple allowing iTunes to suck while promoting pirating?

Hey, Apple.

Get your shit straight. There's a rare Cut Copy remix that I need to buy, stat. Hurry up before I stop being in a legal mood.

Thanks.

M.I.A.'s new fashion line.

Who's souped for the steez? Who's not souped for the prices? American Apparel, I am coming back to you.



I'm knocking on the doors of your hummer, hummer.

Don't let it tear us apart, even if it breaks your heart.

The above is the reason why I can't stop dancing, singing, and being happy. For those of you kids who do not know this fellowette, Cut Copy is 1/4 of my heart. This event is going down in the books.

Sonam and I get to the station at around 1:30. We search for parking relentlessly and after about ten minutes, we find an obscure location. An assumption was made that we missed the train so we're walking slowly and when we get to the station, to our suprise, the train arrives. We make a mad dash for it, but end up watching it roll away instead, right before our eyes. This is when we figure it will be a bad day.

Okay, so we wait for the 2:43 train... which comes at 3:10. Very late, indeed. This train happened to have motor problems so we now know that today is a bad day. The last stop was Newark Penn with a transfer to New York Penn. We catch the 4:09 Penn train, which I might add, was full to it's capacity and then some. The train takes the longest 10 minute ride into the city, very slow due to the massive amount of people on board. We get to the city at around 4:30 or so, take a few subways, and end up at 11th street at 5:00pm.

Now, this show is sold out. So another assumption that was made was that the line had been started at around 3pm. Nope. I was the beginning of the line, thank you. 5:05 and your girl was #1 for Cut Copy. After waiting two hours, making friends, and peeing my pants, we get inside at a little after 7pm. Sonam and I make a mad dash to front and center (!!!!!!) and after we situate ourselves, I give money and Sonam gets me a Cutters shirt (I couldn't possibly leave my sweet spot). The show starts off at 8pm with a Brooklyn band called Kordan. They were pretty awesome and the lead singer is a very attractive young man. Following that act were the Presets, which were basically the main attraction; nearly the whole crowd was for them. The Presets tore shit up, they did an exhuberant job. The crowd fuckin' loved it. I would love it too if only I was into them as badly as everyone else was. Needless to say, I enjoyed their set, lots of fun, lots of bass infiltrating my lungs, and I even sang along subtly to 'This Boy's In Love'. Then, at 10:30pm, my life was forever changed. Cut Copy goes on stage, I go insane, they keep their cool.

They opened up with 'Visions' which followed into 'Nobody Lost, Nobody Found'. I will not attempt to write down the rest of the list because I don't want to misguide you, readers. Just know that they played 'Far Away', 'Strangers in the Wind', 'Out There On the Ice', 'Lights and Music', 'That Was Just a Dream', 'Time Stands Still', 'Feel the Love', 'Unforgettable Season', 'So Haunted', 'Hearts on Fire', 'Future', and 'Saturdays'. I was so excited for 'Strangers', I caught a video of it, too. Their best one must have been 'That Was Just a Dream' because they played 'Zap Zap' right after it and the crowd went nuts. 'So Haunted' was another powerful one for the night. I was slightly disappointed that 'Autobahn Music Box' wasn't played, I was vocally ready for that one. It seems as if all the songs I am vocally ready for are never played. Or Cut Copy could really have egged me on and played some 'I Thought of Numbers' shit, I was ready, perhaps, one of the rare few who were. Again, I am fuckin' insane for Cut Copy.

The night ended off perfect. 'Hearts on Fire' was the finale and afterwards, Sonam got the set list, which she gave to me cause she knows how much it means to me. (Thank you!) We got sweaty handshakes from Danny and we were out to catch the 12:37am train (which we caught successfully!).

To sum it all up... I can't even put into words what I felt and what I am feeling now. I think that everyone ought to see their favorite band perform five feet away from them; that's the secret to world peace.

Linkage

http://www.myspace.com/kordanmusic

http://www.myspace.com/thepresets

http://www.myspace.com/cutcopy