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2/21/03-- The student has surpassed the master...

For those of you keeping up with it, it's been almost two weeks since Anita updated her site, Table Scraps. The only reason I updated so often when I started this thing is so Anita wouldn't have an excuse not to update... didn't quite work out like I planned...

Today was fun! I love not working! Except for the whole really broke part. Anyway, we woke up, unaided, at the crack of 10 this morning. We cleaned up the room, hung out, and then went down to eat at 11:30, our normal "early" wake-up time. Then we decided to go ice skating at Central Park and Zack came with. It was so much fun. I didn't fall down at all (no, not at all, mom. yeah, not once.) Poor little Ellen was terrified the whole time, so Zack and I had to literally hold her hand while we went around. She was too cute. After skating, we decided to go to Dylan's Candy Store so I could get yummy Cake ice cream and Ellen could get candy. Even though I had class in 45 minutes, we still went. That's how strong my dedication to cake ice cream is. Anyway, there was no cake ice cream when we got there, so I had to settle for "candy bar blast" and tear off to class by myself. My subway ride was very amusing. There was this black (yes, the race is pertinent later in the story) guy that was singing opera at the other end of the car and I was surrounded by punk homies that just got out of class and were looking for after-school trouble and they were harassing the guy from afar with unintelligent remarks like, "Man, only white people do that shit," "What's a n*gger doing, singin that shit? He should be rappin'," and other classy remarks. I almost said "Sorry he doesn't automatically conform to society's stereotypes like you do. Maybe he wants to expose himself to some culture, you punkass kids." But I didn't. So the guys got off the train on 34th St. (stick with me, it gets funny). The opera guy made his way down to my side of the car, where these little russian ladies got on and sat down. They were chatting away all cute and russian, while this guy was singin away. Well, there I was sharing a pole with Pavorotti and one little Russian lady, so I was just surrounded by Russian and Italian. Anyway, the guy finally stops singing and taps the lady on the shoulder and just goes, "SHHHHH," and starts singin again. The russian ladies laughed (along with everyone else in the area) and starts telling her friend (in russian) that it was funny that he just did that. So, the guy starts singing louder, to drown out the russian. This makes the ladies laugh more, so the guy covers his ears and just belts out the song, which is making everyone laugh and the russians talk even more. Keep in mind I am sharing a tiny little pole with them, so I am literally 6 inches away from both sides of this war. I was laughing so hard. The guy finally finishes his song and starts asking for money, so the little russian lady sat down in the seat he was blocking. This INFURIATES the guy. He says to the lady, "NOW is your time to talk, go talk." The little russian lady says in her little russian accent, "VWell, now I do not vant to talk, I vant to sit." And she did. I almost died laughing. It's a good thing the ride was so amusing, cause I got on the W, which is now running express through Canal St., by the way, so I had to run up like 15 flights of stairs to catch the R to 8th street, making it just in time to my class. I rule.

Kimmie gets to go to Colorado to visit Kara and all the cowboys-- not fair!! We need cowboys in New York, darn it. Hopefully Jenni brings me one back from her rodeo (*hinthint, Jenni*).

Going to Tot's tonight, I suppose. Fun fun fun. Watching movies, kickin' back... perfect Friday night.

Bye bye.

P.S.-- Added more to Tot's page and Zack's page. Those crazy Cliff St. people...

2/19/03-- It's official, I'm in love...

I want to thank Keith for introducing me to The Transplants, this awesome Rancid/Blink spin-off band. They are the COOOOOLest. I could jam out to them allll day, unfortunately for Ellen (although it's more like FORTUNATELY for Ellen... ok, that was a very Lexi thing to do, I'm sorry). If you wanna check em out, download "Diamonds and Guns." Keith is supposedly making me their CD (hey-- I offered to buy it first, so don't give me any copyright/artists-need-to-make-a-profit crap), which give me something to look forward to if he comes up.

Wow, I am a loser. I still have no job. Man, I suck.

I'm just writing this to waste time cause I don't want to write my essay again. West Wing was REALLY good tonight. Ummmmm..... uhhh....

Oh, I added pics to the bottom of the Corki/Fernley Folks page. I was going to put my additions at the top, but then I realized that Corki has to be at the top of her own page, so I just stuck them at the bottom.

I had a forum going, and the discussions were just lively, but this morning it just died. I think Alxnet is having a problem with their forums in general, cause I tried to make a new one and the program just wasn't working.

Alright, I have to find a new way to waste time.

See ya

2/18/03-- Go to hell!-- tshirthell, that is...

Teachers who live in Manhattan are poop. Before today I've never heard anyone say "I wish I lived in outer New Jersey," but my Political Theory professor, this really snobby and uppity lady, said it today, followed by our snobby little Manhattanite snickers at the thought of someone actually saying that they wished they lived anywhere in Jersey. Of couse, Jerseyites were snickering in their nice warm homes while we were sitting in class....

Anywho, I found the COOLEST SITE EVER. Seriously. I love this site. I don't recommend it for any mature, straight-laced adults (read: Jenni and my cousin, Stacey), as it is very crass and immature.... YET SO FUNNY. Hope my fellow immature, crass readers enjoy the site.

So today (you've already heard this, Ellen), I was talking to this really cynical-in-a-kinda-scary-way girl from my writing class, and she was like, "What do you think of Chastity (our teacher)?" And I really like her, cause she's just this blond, timid, sweet little North Carolina girl, so I said, "Oh, I really like her! I think she's so nice and really helpful with my essay.... What do you think about her?" To which this chick says, as bluntly as it sounds, "I think she's an idiot, a fucking dolt." What do you say to something like that? I just laughed nervously and said, "Really? Oh. But she's so nice!! Give her a break." After a kind of awkward ride for the next 5 floors, we discussed how this girl in our class very descriptively described the urine buildup in her toilet every morning. It was quite a relief when she got off, let me tell ya...

New Ellen, Tot, and Zack quotes.

Anywho, gotta take a shower, cause I stink yet again. Happens once in a while. Talk to you later, babies....

P.S.-- Since I got out of class early today, I made a forum. Don't know why, since none of you even sign the guestbook. Anyway, it's there. I don't know, you can comment on my entries or something. You figure it out...

2/16/03-- Happy bday C-LOWE!!!

Happy birthday to my buddy Crystal, who is the big 2-0 today!! She's probably working her poor little butt off as I write this...

I went and saw AIDA today with Ellen, who (bless her heart) got up at the crack of dawn this morning and braved the pre-blizzard cold to get front row tickets, only to find out that the place didn't open at 10, it opened at noon. GOD I love that show!! And I finally realized how hot Adam Pascal is!!

Lots of homework, of course. I have done NONE of it. Luckily NYC public schools don't have school this week, so I have Monday, Wednesday, and Fridays off.

Valentine's Day was fun. One guy wished me a happy valentine's day-- thanks, Mike! I just went down to Tot's (surprise surprise) and hung out with Ellen, Tot, and Zack. Everyone was having steaks, so I got this faux chicken-breast thing, which was actually really good, for looking like plastic.

It's snwoing like a mother outside. All of the news channels are calling tonight "Blizzard 2003," because it's the most snow we've gotten in like 7 years. WOO FREAKIN HOO!! It's actually not that bad. It's better than slush or ice, both of which it'll turn into by Tuesday.

I should go on a rant about the inefficiency of this school's dining halls' operating days and hours, but instead I will direct you to my newest page, the "Quotes" page. Yes, all that time you've spent talking to me online is now recognized with it's own page for your clever (and sometimes not so clever) comments and anecdotes. Enjoy. Leave a little note in the guestbook to let me know how you like the product of hours and hours of avoiding homework.

Well, it's 2 so I better hit the hay. Bye bye babies!!