Living in New York has exposed me to more celebrities than I guess I ever really expected to meet. And I'm a dork and don't realise who they are half the time I see them. Like when actour/model Taye Diggs came into work today, and I had to ask other people who he was cos I couldn't place his face.

But hey, I went into the bathroom and he came in soon after and his was the first celebrity penis I've ever seen outside of a website.

That should be marked on the calender, I guess. (And I also got his autograph.)

And, certain people who have no fan base need to quit running to their online journals (the idea of which they stole from me) every time someone gets pissed off at them for an entirely legitimate reason. I have told this aforementioned stranger such many times and because of that, they need to grow up. done.

31 August 2003 at 4:42 am | No Comments »
bitching, the daily things

Did everyone see Madonna french kiss Britney Spears and Christina Aguileria last night?

Of course you did. Because if you happened to have better plans miss the VMAs, then you undoubtably heard about it from a friend, the radio, or (if you were me) you watched CNN's continuing fucking coverage of it. I swear, the same loop was played on the goddamn tv with more exposure than during the fucking blackout.

I was pretty surprised hearing that Madonna was performing with not only one of the shitty pop stars of America, but BOTH of them at first, but then I remembered her sell-out Gap commercial with Missy Elliot.

Well at least they didn't rip each other's sadly under par vocal cords out. Then again, that probably would've got better ratings.

30 August 2003 at 2:46 am | No Comments »
bitching

Apparently my comments system isn't working anymore. I can't really say I'm in a hurry to fix it, since I lost all the old comments copying the site over for the new layout, and I've never really wanted people splurting their words all over my site in the first place. I have enough time going over and deleting all the stupid spam-esque comments left on the guestbook. God, people with nothing but shit to say have taken over the internet.

Hm.

And then I'm irritated by all 56 year old gay men who assume because I'm 18 and living in Manhattan, I'm probably an escort or "need some extra cash." I swear I'm gonna start stabbing people in the noses.

26 August 2003 at 12:37 am | No Comments »
bitching

So, the auditions for the silly little pseudo-reality show American Idol were held this weekend in New York City. I heard about the auditions about a month ago, and I'd been flip flopping in my mind over whether or not I was going to do it.

I officially made up my mind last night at about 11:00 PM. By midnight I was packed up and on a subway headed towards the Jacob Javits centre, where this mass-orgy of wannabes were waiting. The line-up officially began yesterday at noon, but since I had both work and a Tori Amos concert (which, by the way, was the best concert I've ever seen her in) taking up my time last night, I was not going to stand outside in the heat for days. The twenty-something hours I was prepared to donate to the Fox network were the extent of my enthusiasm.

It turns out that this was probably why I didn't get to audition for Simon and the strange Paula Abdul. I got there by 12:30 AM, and the line stretched from the front entrance, all around the block, up towards the West Side Highway, and then looping back around towards the back entrance. It was a mess.

I befriended the girl next to me on my left, as well as the pair of black drag queens on my right. It was an interesting night, because they both got there right before and after I did. And I really have to say, I'm appalled at the lack of organization that was displayed. There were no signs directing people where to go, not even any visible staff members on hand to answer questions. It was ridiculous. So I waited from about 12:30 AM to 5 AM, and didn't move forward at all. Though, according to the website, auditions weren't going to start until Monday at 8:00 AM, that apparently wasn't the case, because those people who were (stupid) dedicated enough to be waiting since noon, Saturday managed to get a set of wristbands that would allow them to actually audition for Simon and crew on Monday. I was a smidge pissed, but after waiting five hours for the stupid thing my piss-offed-ness devolved into just plain joy at the concept of getting to sleep, instead of staying up all night.

Really, by then, the prospect of bed outweighed any sudden stardom.

But C.S. and I went to the Tori Amos concert. It was his birthday present and he wanted me to go with him. The concert was amazing. Ben Folds (what happened to the Five? I thought it was a band….) opened, and he kicked ass hard. It was a good weekend, albeit strange.

Ah well. If I really feel like it, next year I'll go stand my ass out on the corner again like a moron, this time right when they begin holding the lineup. Somehow, however, I don't think I'm really gonna give a shit by then.

25 August 2003 at 5:52 pm | No Comments »
the daily things

I heard once that thirteen million people live in Manhattan. I dunno if that figure is exact, but walking along the street during the day, I can believe it. And it also surprises me that, for all of our genetic diversity, people who have no biological connection to each other, who live in totally different countries and places, can still manage to look alike.

I saw someone on the subway today who looked strikingly like Kent. His birthday was last month. I remember when we were together how I thought he was so much older than me, even though it was only by a few years. Now he feels so young.

The vision of this person, combined with the music that happened to be playing softly from my headphones, made me start to tear up.

I wonder if I'm ever going to get better.

21 August 2003 at 9:11 pm | No Comments »
introspection

Anyway, the subway station was dark as fuck. I would've assumed SOME people would've been walking around with flashlights, but up until the very end where the station opened into daylight, I had the only visible light in the place. Which I find incredibly irresponsible, since it was a station that I'd never been in before, and if not for my flashlight I would've had no clue how to get out. Because of that, I guess, I ended up leading a lot of other people who couldn't figure out how to get out or were too disoriented to try.

So once out of the station, my immediate sight was seeing a billowing cloud of smoke coming from Fourteenth St, followed by several dozen police and fire cars rushing in that same direction. Though I later found out it had nothing to do with the blackout, at the time I didn't know and it was frightening. So I got on my cell phone just long enough to freak my sister out by saying, "Turn on CNN and tell me what's happening in New York, cos the power's out and it looks like buildings are smoking," and then the connection died. I wasn't able to dial another call again until I got to work.

Since I was in Manhattan and had no way to get back home, I just decided to get to work. It was about 4:30 at this point. My estimate, though I don't know for sure, is that I was about fourty or so blocks away from work, roughly. So I started walking. It took me over an hour, but by 5:45 or so I was finally in Chelsea, and at work.

Once there, I noticed several other of my coworkers were there as well. Many of them had decided they were walking back home in groups. No one, however, was going in my direction. My boss and his son was there, and they had decided to dig in and tough it out for the night. I had resigned myself to doing that as well.

All this time, however, I had been desperately calling C.S., because while he lives in Long Island, he was in the city at the time that this happened. Actually, he was supposed to be in a train at the time this happened. So I was worried, because I couldn't reach him. I was afraid he'd been trapped underground or in a train someplace.

Fast forward, it's now about 12 midnight, and I finally managed to get in touch with him for the first time. It turns out he WAS leaving, and had just made it out of the elevatour when the power shut off. He had gone back to his aunt's house on 34th street to wait. At about 12:30 I left work to brave the pitch-black city to get to where he was.

I have to admit, I have never done anything so frightening as walk through New York City when there aren't even street lights. And also, it was very cloudy, so the moon wasn't doing much either.

Eventually, however, I made it to their house, and I spent the evening with them until they drove back to Long Island the next morning, and C.S. drove me back to Brooklyn.

It was an ordeal, but thankfully everyone was okay. For my first New York catastrophe, it could've turned out much worse.

17 August 2003 at 4:49 pm | No Comments »
the daily things

So let me tell you about the big ordeal I went through that was already beginning to be commercialized in just the first hour that it was going on.

As I'm sure all of you have heard by now, the past two or so days have been incredibly interesting for those of us in the New York City and surrounding areas. It happened officially at 4:20 PM on Thursday. I had decided, after moving into my new place Wednesday night, to leave for work a smidge early so I could make myself familiar with my new area and also have time to grab lunch too. It turned out to be a good thing, because otherwise my own situation could've turned out far worse.

So at the time this happened, I was in the subway. Working my way up Brooklyn into the lower part of Manhattan. And my luck was incredible, because when the power blanked out, I was barely to the first stop in Manhattan. Luckily I had made it through the tunnel.

So the lights went out and for the first time since moving here, I was stuck in a pitch black tunnel. Not even the emergency lights were working. It was really frightening. The conductor got on the intercom and told us there had been a power-outage, and we'd be moving soon. But I could see disconnected heads walking along the platform, and I knew we wouldn't be leaving soon. About fifteen minutes later another announcement was made, stating that the power was off in the whole city, not just our station. No body had any idea what was going on, and it was obvious that people were scared.

Later still, they announced that we weren't moving, and they instructed us to walk to the first car (that was the only one which had made it to the platform) and exit there. So we did, but everyone was yelling and pushing, and I was just envisioning scenes from those Chicago clubs where the people were stomped to death. So I waited towards the back for everyone else to leave before I followed.

Once I got out, it was dark. There were no lights at all. I felt around in my backpack for a little green pin-light which I've kept on my keychain. I bought that stupid thing two years ago and never used it once until Thursday.

However, this story shall have to be finished later. I need to get to work, since things are now relatively normal again. G'night.

16 August 2003 at 3:23 pm | No Comments »
the daily things

I have finally moved into my new apartment. There was a song I heard once, that Tori Amos did a cover of. Called Famous Blue Raincoat, originally by Leonard Cohen. And there was a line that went,

New York is cold,
but I like where I'm living
there's music on Clinton St
all through the evening

My apartment is right near Clinton St, but I never understood the reference until I moved here. I like my place. My room is small, but I have a skylight. The other people here are nice. In one room is a couple. I spoke with the girl last night, and she's AWESOME. She's also from New Orleans, so we spent a good portion of the night going over places where we've been. It's funny. She's nearly ten years older than me, but she's quite nicely paralled my life. We went to almost all the same schools, knew a lot of the same spots that I knew. It was nice.

Her boyfriend is also cool. I didn't get to talk to him quite as long, but he seemed really nice. Annddd… the girl who lives right next to my room is kindof cold. I'm not drawing judgement on her yet given the fact that last night was my first night here, but I'm surprised. I expected to dislike the couple and like the other girl, and it's flipped around.

Anyway. It's time for work. I shall depart, and do my best to update this fucking stupid site more often.

Bye!

14 August 2003 at 3:41 pm | No Comments »
the daily things

I'm only writing this out of some deep-seeded obligation to update. The site died, it wasn't my fault, and it chopped off the past two or three entries that I wrote. Goddamnit. And I don't remember what I said and I didn't have any backup copies, so. Shit on a big fat black cock.

I found an apartment. I move into it tomorrow. It's in a fabulous area of Brooklyn that's really super expensive, so I lucked out with it.

And. My laptop killed itself. I shipped it back to my father in the hopes he can fix it, since he built it the first time. I want it back. I'm having to use C.S.'s shitto desktop and it's driving me insane.

I WANT TO WORK ON MUSIC!

Anyway. I'm e(x)hausted. I shall go lie on the couch for a few minutes before I have to get up and go get on the goddamn LIRR to go to work. Pah. Poo on you, poo on everything else.

Byebyebyebyebye.

12 August 2003 at 12:57 pm | No Comments »
bitching