I am Lady GaGa.

How to Throw Parties and Impress People.

Four-hour-naps, especially when they're during what should be your Math class, feel very very nice.

I am not sure if I mentioned that I bought an iPhone a while back, but I should mention that it has been the best $200 I have ever spent. There is almost nothing that phone can't do, and texting drunk only gets easier.

This weekend was bit of an adventure. I had nothing in particular planned and everything in particular planned all at once. I saw tons of people and went all over and it was well-rounded.  It took a few unexpected turns and I did a few unexpected things. This paragraph is vague but so was my weekend.

Halloween is this weekend and I have no plans. By "no plans", I mean I cannot decide what to do. It depends on how I feel on Friday, and where I want to strut my Lady GaGa costume. Whose album comes out tomorrow/tonight at 12am. You all should buy it.

The election is next week. Go out and vote.

I'm going to have a glass of wine and do my French homework now.

Bon Week-End.

Kate Nash may write most of my days, but I like to think GaGa might write my nights.

Working at a rate of at least 24 hours a week, in addition to a senior project and being a full-time student I deserve a crazy weekend every once in a while. Last weekend was subpar, unlike the weekend before which was off the 1999 meat-rack.

Did that paragraph make sense? I didn't think so.

I have no idea what is in store for tonight so I am setting my expectations and standards low. Usually a night that starts out like this will result in me dressed up with no place to go in particular, not knowing where anyone is. We shall see.

This blog is such a downer later, I hope the next entry has something NICE to say.

Well I guess there is one thing:

I am myself these days.

Asking for your telephone number seems highly inappropriate...

Once again Kate Nash sings the story of my life. This week's selection, "We Get On."

It is incredibly interesting how situations can be immensely more fragile than the people involved. In the end it doesn't matter who did it but what was done. Neither person can detect the fragility until it cracks and breaks and there's a realization and the other shoe drops. 

I have had an interesting two weeks.

I am going to write a book. It will be called "How to Throw Parties and Impress People." It will not be a How-To guide but an autobiography about my college life. This will be my claim to fame, by selling this to kids in high school wondering what college is like. Only my book won't really tell them anything besides the fact that I may or may not be out of my mind. (I am.) Then I will release a self-titled album and go to all the cool parties in the real world.

Speaking of the real world, I went home to Staten Island from Sunday morning until this afternoon. My family is really great but being home was weirder than ever. My room isn't my room anymore; they turned it into a laundry room. The lights do not work, and none of my stuff is there. I spent 3 hours looking through old memory boxes and drawers. Picked up some clothing I could wear now and not be embarrassed by. 

On the train home I reflected on this weekend and a few facts hit me harder than I expected. I am not comfortable to publish these on the internet just yet, but I will soon.

I have work at 6am.

I also have reason to believe I was bit by another Lyme Diseased tick. 

That's it.

In the morning she'd wake up and crouch recollections all day.

The picture above is not a photo/graphic of me.

IM'd to me by Al, something he "stumbled upon" it last night and I awoke to it this morning. I guess it's the glasses and the hair but it's a little crazy. And one confusing way to wake up.

I have to wake up even earlier than my 8AM Starbucks shift in order to open the theater for Admissions. I thought after summer, my waking up early for Admissions days were over.. Wrong City. And speaking of work, some may be finding it difficult to keep track of my many jobs. Here is a concise list of jobs I have currently:

- Head Usher for the Performing Arts Center (8hrs/wk)

- Barista for Starbucks (12hrs/wk)

- Community Assistant for Office of Reslife (8+hrs/wk)

- Intern for the Humanities Theater (2hrs/wk)

Got it? Good. Now you'll never be confused. Just me.. I'm probably supposed to be at some shift right now.

I enjoy new friends and photos I have difficulty in remembering.

Despite me being under the weather, Fall Fest was a great success and Wale was Da Bomb. I woke up freezing in my single and was rescued by a trip to Lenny's Bagels with Henry, Lauren, and Adrian. Apparently, the night before I yelled at Adrian... no idea why. Saturday night was Tame Sauce with a side of going to bed early.

Now, hopefully, tomorrow I will be purchasing an iPhone. If my family is generous enough to let me put it on their plan. We shall see. If not, I may or may not be stuck with this crackberry.

The big raffle is next week. Look out.

Je suis malade.

The only times I'm sick, it seems, is when I have something to look forward to in which I cannot be sick for. (IE  winter training, Culture Shock, Fall Fest.) I took off of work tomorrow in order to enjoy the day and am completely under the weather. Today I would have liked to go White Plains to buy things I actually need, except I don't have a car, no one else does or has time and I really should not be on the free bus.

Except, I noticed I won't have time for another week to do this.

I have also recently become addicted to Starbucks' Signature Hot Chocolate.

That's it.