time for a new one of these [09 Oct 2008|10:28am] meowmixness [ mood | okay ] spare some change?

fragile comme le verre [08 Oct 2008|05:26pm] wordsaremylife [ mood | confused ] [ music | Rose Tint My World - RHPC ] je me sens comme un oeuf. si je tombe, je vais me cassier... je ne sais pas por quoi. je suis heureuse. je vais au un bon universite; j'ai une bonne famille, bons amis; j'ai une mignonne femme. Mais je me sens fragile, comme le verre. fragile. fragile. fragile. 1 silver penny|spare some change?

No Heroics [06 Oct 2008|11:52pm] alawston With the jury currently divided on S3 of Heroes (OK, it's a bit confusing, but it's better than that stupid girl half-killing someone every week only for her brother to stop her so the almost-victim could shout El Diablo and sprint off into unconvincing foliage), may I pimp something rather more amusing? No Heroics is a bit of an anomaly. A mostly amusing ITV sitcom. Although it does have flashes of ITVness about it, it's basically what Heroes would be like if it was set in a pub. Timebomb is my personal favourite, a gay Spanish superhero who can see 60 seconds into the future, and spends his time masturbating and having gay sex in pub toilets. He's played by that guy who turns up in things a lot but no one ever bothers to remember his name. Or is that just me? It's on one of the ITV digital channels, but I've been watching it on the net equivalent ever since killerkeychain tipped me off. Seek. Locate. Evaluate! spare some change?

lonnnnnnng sigh [06 Oct 2008|04:23pm] wordsaremylife [ mood | exhausted ] [ music | Sleep - Eric Whitacre ] i feel like today has been GO GO GO GO GO. the morning was a mash rush of clothes, hair gel, subway changes, and running to class.. however, there was a presentation about surrealism in my poetry class today, so i got to kick back and look at paintings by Dali and Magritte, and listen to really awesome music by Satie, and watch some trippy-ass surrealist films (like The Seashell And The Clergyman). caught a cig between class and work, and then headed over here to Kimmel.. *sigh* it's been non-stop reservation booking, telephones ringing, people asking for practice rooms, and jonathan sending me here or there to bring people mail/eisles/doorstops/etc. i can't wait to get off work, get dinner, and go home. and study for bio, do my hwk, and SLEEP. sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep. spare some change?

what a day, what a night [05 Oct 2008|09:43pm] wordsaremylife [ mood | ecstatic ] [ music | Back in Your Head - Tegan and Sara ] woke up around 11 AM, had a cigarette and got tea with tracy, and signed eric out. smoked weed, showered, dressed, and studied Bio for about an hour. at around 3-ish, tracy and i walked to Duane Rede and got cigarettes, and caught the D up to Columbus Circle. we killed a few hours drinking starbucks in Central Park, and strolled through FAO Shwartz and admired all the overpriced toys... and then, around 4:30, we got in line at Terminal 5 for TEGAN AND SARA. we waited in line until 6:45... then we got inside, and scrambled to the front of the stage and waited for another hour for the first band to come on. Dani and her friend we also going to the show, so they fought through the crowd and met up with us. Girl in a Coma was good--the singer/guitarist was SO HOT! she had this mexmerizing, intense stare.. ahh.. hehe. City in Colour was good, too, but after the crazy, screaming punkness of Coma, it was kind of slow and ill-fitting for the mood.. but his voice was good. finally, at 9:30.. they came on. i literally lost my voice i screamed so loud and so hard during the entire show. the crowd was pumped, the lights were amazing, and Tegan and Sara were everything i hoped for. i loved them. they were so funny and laid back, and they talked to tons of random people in the audience.. they had a conversation with a 30-something year old girl about how she was an amazingly hot mom, lol. they played Where Did The Good Go and Superstar and You Wouldn't Like Me and Walking With A Ghost and Speak Slow and So Jealous... and so much more! and all throughout the night, i was dancing next to dani, and my hand kept brushing up against hers, but i felt so nervous and i didn't want to be forward or anything.. and finally i kind of touched her palm, and she took my hand and smiled at me.. and i'm glad the lights were so low, because i was grinning and blushing like crazy. :D:D:D and then we danced and rocked the fuck out and i felt so smiley to be there with her, surrounded by lesbians and tegan and sara and screaming, with my hands around her waist. it was a great moment. sidenote: that was the biggest number of lesbians i've ever seen in once place at one time in my entire life. whew. loved it. tracy got pizza and i got chips.. and god i'm tired. and sore. and TIRED. but it was SO WORTH IT. spare some change?

Good weekend so far... [05 Oct 2008|09:42am] alawston Occasionally since starting the new job I've bumped into musicians and comedians and people that used to be in Eastenders, and LJ readers pretend to be terribly unimpressed because I've played it down and it would be internet uncool to be excited about meeting people off the telly. Unless it's someone who was in Doctor Who. Which McFly were, but never mind. Friday night, however, was some sort of sales celebration for a target that was hit before I joined. The director took us out to the Electric on Portobello Road and the following things happened:   Terrine de foie gras starter, followed by fillet steak in peppercorn sauce and a lot of beer. Monika, our iconic Polish IT person and office manager, offering me a business sideline it would be stupid to turn down (so I didn't turn it down). Former England captain Michael Atherton wandering around Portobello Market with his kids. Kevin Pietersen and Frank Lampard at the next table from us eyeing up Monika - and you can imagine how that went down with the other ladies at the table. Jack Osbourne replacing Kevin and Frank as a 'late lunch' became a 'boozy evening sesh'. The director saying - in front of everyone - that I'm 'ready to move on' from sales and that we're going to have a chat about it very soon. In a promotion way rather than a 'get out of this building' way. Um, I hope. It was all a lot more exciting than getting stuck behind McFly in the queue for a coffee. Atherton is a personal hero as I was 16 when he was very nearly beating the West Indies. Lampard is, for all the jokes, a world class footballer at the height of his powers. And Pietersen, well, ditto for cricket. It was a good night out! And, as so many of you chaps are non-UK and not particularly interested in sport, have some lovely pictures below the cut to see who I'm talking about. ( Google images is my friend. ) Last night, then, was a bit different. The Austin Powers costume came out again for a friend's fancy dress 30th birthday party. The theme was anything beginning with 's' (so Austin Powers = Spy or Secret Agent). It was in the middle of Cricklewood (aka remote stupidland) so killerkeychain and I didn't get to stay there as long as we'd have liked, but I got reacquainted with a couple of people I hadn't seen since I graduated. Beer was consumed. Sian looked awesome as Barabarella, complete with death ray pistol. I asked for the 's' link and she said 'It's my party', which seemed fair enough. It's funny - as soon as I put on a fancy dress costume, I kind of forget I'm wearing it. So when we wandered up the street to the Tube station it took me a while to figure out why everyone was pointing at me and cheering. In my head that's surely the kind of thing that should happen all the time anyway. I also cooked swordfish steaks for the first time, grilled for 10 minutes after three hours marinating in a thick spice paste made mostly of annatto (achiote) seeds and fruit juices. It didn't quite come off, sadly. 14 silver pennies|spare some change?

hehe [04 Oct 2008|12:32pm] wordsaremylife [ mood | awake ] [ music | La Valse D'Amelie - Yann Tiersen ] i went to my piano lesson today. for the first time in like, 3 weeks. and although i set 3 alarms for myself to wake up in time, i attribute my going entirely to my subconscious. i had a dream that i missed my lesson and then ran into my piano instructor outside of my building, and she was really sad i never go.. and then she told me that it was actually a class, and i was being graded, and i had an 11%. i totally felt bad/freaked out.. and then woke up right before my alarm went off. hehe, good job, inner guilt.  oh, and i saw Nick & Nora's Infinite Playlist last night. i LOVED it. - Cera and Dennings were adorable together. - I am officially jealous of Cera for getting with Dennings, because she is SUPER HOT. - i recognized SO many places in that movie--places i pass by every day, places i used to hang out last year.. :D love New York movies. also, during on part of the movie that was really quiet, some guy had fallen asleep and started snoring really loudly! everyone was laughing and yelling "jackass", and at the end of the movie, he was still asleep :D i was kind of drunk, and pissed that he would dare to sleep during such an awesome film, so as me and tracy and her friends were leaving, i put a bucket of popcorn on his head! hehe, he woke up and was really confused/pissed... but that's what you get, man. haha. today: - study with tracy - buy beer - listen to A LOT of Tegan and Sara, because i go to their concert in less than 24 hours!!! spare some change?

Beautiful [03 Oct 2008|11:01pm] leinani Found this on someone else's blog. I think it's beautiful. Wild Geese by Mary Oliver You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting — over and over announcing your place in the family of things. spare some change?

EVERYTHING is PERFECT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [01 Oct 2008|01:00pm] solidsnstripes [ mood | bouncy ] [ music | happy noises in my brain <3333 ] "love is the light . in your face.. TURN TO THE SKY!!! love WON't PASS YOU BY!! " Joe Esposito "You're the BEST" "The Animal Song" Savage GArden .. yepp.. i love my life. Nathan and i are more in love that i thought was possible. this morning he woke up before i did - before 8 AM. i woke up at 8 for school and he jumped on me and wrestled with me , loving on me and playing with me for a 1/2 hour ... best way to wake up EVER i got a chance to thank my Drawing 2 teacher today for being so understanding and letting us express our art. yay!!!!!!!! hope everyone feels this overwhelming happiness -no reason not to. we need to be thankful for ALL the gifts God has given us! (this may have made no sense.. and i dont expect it to. because i'm too happy) spare some change?

The Black Hole of Coventry [01 Oct 2008|01:17pm] alawston Every time I find myself thinking I should go easier on Coventry, I find myself back there for a top-up dose of bile. Yesterday was going far too smoothly. I might have missed the train thanks to the Circle Line but there was another one half an hour later and my colleague and I decided this was the perfect opportunity for a dirty breakfast in Burger King at Euston. We then had a very civilised jaunt up the line to Coventry, stopping just once at Watford Junction (should have stayed at Anna's). Papers were read. We stepped straight into a taxi at the station and breezed into the Outdoor Trade Show's Press Office at about half 11. Quite a bit of schmoozing with advertisers followed, including a beer with one clothing designer. We had a spot of trouble getting a taxi back to the station mid-afternoon but basically it was all going pretty swimmingly - we even had a quick pint in The Rocket next to the station, a venue I always avoided when living in Cov due to its somewhat dark reputation. Aside from more St George's flags than Nick Griffin's toilet it was pretty civilised. Then the train came. It was packed. We didn't worry as we swaggered on to a carriage - we had reserved seats. Except we forgot what Virgin do when a train's really busy and they can't be fucked with people arguing over seat reservations - they pretend there's a computer fault and cancel them. Yes, I spent an hour and ten minutes standing crushed between businessmen - and then a further hour standing crushed between tourists on the Tube. And then the Southern Hemisphere social club that is my flat had decided to invite their drug dealer round for his fortnightly banquet so I couldn't cook my dinner (which took 3 minutes in a microwave, yay for chilli con carne) until after 9 in the evening. I'm utterly shattered today (oh and a bottle of Coke exploded over my shirt 40 minutes before a meeting with my most important client), and while you can't blame Coventry for all of it, or possibly any of it, I'm sure you'll agree the coincidence makes for compelling evidence. spare some change?

hmm.. [30 Sep 2008|06:10pm] wordsaremylife [ mood | contemplative ] [ music | Lost Girls - Tilly and the Wall ] i'm writing a story. it's strange, because i haven't written anything like this in at least a couple of years. i still write stuff for school, in my journal all the time, the occasional poem even, but not stories. i don't know what it's about. it's about myself, i suppose.. i don't have any idea as to what it will be like when it's done, because i've just been writing whatever occurs to me without any sort of planning or outline, but... *shug* i feel like i don't really know how, at the moment, to write about something that isn't based on what i'm feeling and experiencing; at the same time, it's difficult and problematic in a different way to write about someone based on myself, because... how can i resolve or even develop her story if i hardly know what's going on in my own? it's more than myself, though. it's about people--about the ridiculousness and strangeness and complexity and stupid simplicity of everyone. our similarities and our subtle differences, and feeling unification and total solitude and the disconnected reprecussions of living that way. it's a struggle between sensibility and responsibility and looking ahead, and living with a careless, reckless, hopeless and limitless abandon. it's the hazy notions of the past and the future waving at you from a mile away as you float along the current of the present. it's about indecision, the search for self, helping people even though you can't help yourself. it's a narration of living. 2 silver pennies|spare some change?

thoughts from the sidewalk at 8 PM [29 Sep 2008|05:42pm] wordsaremylife [ mood | blank ] the world is so gigantic, everything that ever was or will be, and i'm immensly small. when i'm walking to class sometimes, i almost want--or need--to just sit down right where i am on the sidewalk and be wholly silent; blank mind and blank stare on my blank face. I can't tell if it's a good or a bad thing, but it's probably neither, really.. so often, when i'm oin the ground, propped against some building or another, i feel as though i'm... waiting. waiting for nothing i can imagine. waiting and removed from time and alone. every moment seems so pregnant with possibility, it makes me a little crazy sometimes. when i see another person walk by, stop for a cigarett, pull out their phone to check the time, i see so many dead-end possibilities. i see laughing, sex, cups of coffee and slices of pizza, books and headphones and text messages. all in the instant our eyes meet--and then one foot falls in front of the other, and everything splinters like spun glass and dissolves away into the street, sticking to shoes and taxi-tires. and in those rare, every-so-often moments when a possibility is realized, when lips part and first, awkward words tumble out like notes of music, things begin to solidify and take shape around me, crystalizing into precious diamonds in my mind. i collect these moments, these meetings, in my head, like a leather pouch full of little jewels--and once they've passed and i'm caught off-guard by the back-lash of time and motion, i pull them out and hold them up to a candle in my mind and watch them sparkle in the dim, flickering light. 1 silver penny|spare some change?

Film meme stolen from Dothestrand [29 Sep 2008|09:13pm] alawston Empire's 500 best movies list, underline the ones you've seen. It's not a dreadful list, perhaps even slightly better than you might expect from the magazine that once gave Batman and Robin three stars, but claims to be fiercely independent. But even of the films I've seen I can nominate at least twenty that should be stricken from the list in favour of Pierrot le Fou.   ( The films ) 7 silver pennies|spare some change?

:) [29 Sep 2008|03:47pm] wordsaremylife [ mood | cheerful ] i love looking down at a piece of mail, or on one of my paystubs, and seeing CARLY R. APUZZO 80 LAFAYETTE STREET, 1005 NEW YORK, NEW YORK 10013 sometimes i forget that i live in New York.. and it makes me happy to remember. spare some change?

Monday blues [29 Sep 2008|01:08pm] alawston It's been gloomy for a week or so, but this morning was the first time I've woken up in what you could call darkness (at 06:30). Even Radio 4 can only do so much to counter the instant downer that creates. Still, I'm at work now, and it looks like being a very smooth week - I've just booked enough advertising to win the silly weekly sales table and tomorrow I'm in Coventry. Yes I know I hate Coventry, but it's a day away from the desk. Later in the week we have a sales lunch described as 'lavish'. So lavish that we're starting at 4 in the afternoon, so I suspect 'messy' might be a more apposite adjective. Then on Saturday I'm off to Sian's party. I suspect it's her 30th (she was in my year at university) but frankly I don't dare ask. It's 'something beginning with s' again so I'm going as Austin Powers. Pictures will follow, sadly. So to counter all the impending drunkenness I'm aiming to have a very quiet and possibly even sober Monday and Tuesday... Thanks everyone for not being too surprised that I'm a spineless wuss when it comes to horror films. While I'm humiliating myself, I might as well let everyone know that I was so scared of Curse of Fenric on its original broadcast that not only did I have to stop watching Episode 2, but I made my Mum tape over it. I did later watch Episodes 3 and 4, though more out of insane fannishness. I'm trying to rationalise my intense squeamishness - especially given the fact that I have sat through dozens of intensely violent and gruesome films without any problems - including Godard's Weekend, A Clockwork Orange, Alien, Psycho and any number of high bodycount movies. Why do some things bother me and others don't? 16 silver pennies|spare some change?

i just had to comment on this [28 Sep 2008|05:33pm] wordsaremylife [ mood | full ] [ music | Leaf House - Animal Collective ] every so often, thalia posts on her LJ and i happen to read it.. and nearly every time i do, i can't help but wonder at her gift for expressing things. the only thing i can compare it to is reading Henry Miller for the first time, and having my eyes open in surprise. spare some change?

it seems like it's all i do these days [28 Sep 2008|04:55pm] wordsaremylife [ mood | tired ] [ music | Hey Light - Animal Collective ] had a party friday night (which was awesome and went quite well), and a.. well, not a party saturday, but basically just a lot of shenanigans up in nikita and mike's room (i met their other suitemates, too; patrick and peter. patrick is a soph in LSP, too, and knows lots of musical stuff.. and peter is this asian math major who plays the sax). fun fun, for the most part.. oh, actually, last night was kind of random/weird: 1) we were being too loud around 2 AM.. and RAs came to niki's room and told us to quite down. the thing is, when we opened the door, there were tons of beer bottles lying around, 2 people were smoking cigarettes (not allowed, DUH), and there was a vaporizer on the kitchen table. i guess niki knew them, though.. because they just said, "we'll pretend we didn't see this.. just keep it down" haha, i love it. i kind of think it's because, despite all the weed/cigs/beer, what we were all DOING was watching Niki and his friend play a really intense game of chess. so cool ;) 2) found a bottle of georgie in the hallway! i hate georgie, but come on, it's a handle of free vodka.. :D 3) i hooked up with nikita and then proceeded to get chinese for breakfast with him.. and talk about his "gf" who he misses. *sigh* the things guys do.. lol. 4) nearly beat the shit out of eric for being a creeper/annoying.. actually, i did punch him about 20 times, repeatedly.. but he was being a beezy and trying to run away from me, lol. anyway. today, i went with Niki to an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting on 23rd and 1st.. i'd never been to one before, so i had no idea what to expect, but i was glad to go--that kid really is an alcoholic. he took shots of my georgie all morning, and 3 right before we left for the meeting.. :\ i didn't want him to, obviously, but he's 6'4" and 200 lbs, what could i really do? plus, i know that you can't talk an alcoholic into being reasonable. anyway, we went, and i was really glad i did. we just sat there, in this room in a hospital, and there were about 12 people there. not everyone talked, but it just went from person to person, talking about how long they'd been sober, what they felt like, how fucking hard everything is, even after you're sober, and how it's a challenge just to live day to day sometimes. i listened to this irish guy from NY and San Fran, this british guy from queens, this old woman, a middle-aged actress, and niki.. and it was really.. well, no pun intended, but it was sobering to listen to these people. it made me think about shit.. after, niki and i went to this cheese shop on 3rd ave and i got a half-pound of AMAZING french swiss for $1.76!! how great a deal is that? then we went to kimmel, i played piano, and came back to Laf. now i'm just eating cheese and getting ready to do hwk.. *sigh* what a weekend. spare some change?

The Evil Dead [28 Sep 2008|07:48pm] alawston "You not seen Evil Dead? That bit where the twigs go up her fanny?" The Evil Dead is one of those films we all think we've seen. Through the appearance of the [now] risible 'tree rape' scene on various Channel 4 clip shows and a general awareness of the trilogy thanks to the success of the more tongue in cheek sequels, not to mention the 'video nasty' controversy over the original, it's up there with Brief Encounter as an example of something we all think we know pretty well. Well, I saw it for the first time last night. Horrible. Obviously the special effects are shit and the whole thing looks as though it was filmed on a minute budget. Many of the performances raise a brief titter for their ineptitude. So ends mature film scholar Andy with his thesis in screen violence. Because when everything kicks off and blood and bits are flying and corpses are still twitching and Raimi shows that there is nothing he won't attempt to depict happening to human flesh, well, I hit my squick limit. There's something about dismemberment that freaks me out. Whereas I can watch Terminator with little more reaction than a snigger at the haircuts, these remorseless killing machines bother me more, with the clawing and the gouging and the biting and the stabbing. If the acting had been better I'd say it was the emotion of Ash being forced to brutally slay the people he loves, but I'm pretty sure it's not that. Anna caught my somewhat terrified mood at the end and attempted to stream some nice tasteless comedy instead - but then No Heroics (awesome awesome made of win), South Park and American Dad all failed on us. And at least one of those was a legal download, so someone wanted to make sure I went to bed quivering last night... 12 silver pennies|spare some change?

[27 Sep 2008|10:56pm] solidsnstripes i love pbs i love zebras i love giraffes i love penguins .. i love pbs spare some change?

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