Meow

I got an e-mail from my mom today saying that my cat, eloise, has a urinary tract infection. Now she has to collect a urine sample. Poor baby kitty, poor mom for having to sit around all day waiting for my cat to cop a squat. In some sort of demented way this kind of makes me giggle a little.

Sonic Youth is playing in New York on Saturday for a suggested donation of $3. How fun does that sound?

Also, I'm only eating salad for the rest of my life, except when I eat cereal.

Debbie Downer Moment

My friend/ old room mate Sean called me today while I was at work, this is odd because usually we keep in contact mainly through insults on facebook. Curiosity peaked. I called him back when I got home, and he had really awful news. Matt Miller, an old college "friend" had passed away from cancer at the ripe old age of 26 (maybe). I knew Matt because we lived on the same floor in the dorm, he roomed with Sean. We also saw each other on occasion after that year due to mutual friends, and eventually I ended up subletting his bedroom in an overpriced Kalamazoo apartment. We never spoke often, as we didn't have too much in common other than the people we knew, but he was a good man, with a big heart. Matt is the 2nd young person that I've know personally to have died of cancer. The other was my kindergarten "boyfriend" who died shortly after high school graduation.

It's unfortunate to have that kind of wake up call to realize how short life really is. I love where I'm at right now. No regrets.

I'm not sure what I thought I would accomplish by posting this, maybe I did it just because I could.

On another note, I have the apartment all to myself tonight. Win.

Sweaty pig

I got on the subway car today, and there is this mousy girl with her hands wrapped around, I assume, her boyfriends arm and her head on her shoulder. Did she not get the memo that it's a million degrees outside? If I were him I probably would have punched her.

accidental habit

I have a problem listening to, watching, reading the saddest things at the worst time. For instance today I came across a blog about a 25 year old woman who died of cystic fibrosis, and kept an online journal during her last years/months. Curiosity sparked. Listened to some of the video blogs while working, not the best idea considering my eyes welled up with tears, the story was heart-wrenching. Rewind a month ago when I was reading a few articles in a magazine about doctors telling their most intense moment at work. I cried on my commute home. I also remember a time where I was reading a book at the gym. cried. Moral of the story is to only read about bunnies and rainbows when in public spaces.

Monday at the end of July

Last night my new friend Henry played at Birdland, a pretty famous jazz club in NY, and by played I mean it was open mic night and he sang an original about Lindsay Lohan while rocking it out on the accordion. The venue was amazing, the drinks were amazing, the company was amazing. In the audience sat Celeste Holm, she starred in the original "The Women," "All About Eve," and something else that I can't remember, but here is a photo :

My celebrity siting list just got bigger... BAM!

I saved an ice cap from melting.

I went to Whole Foods for lunch today, not unusual. When they asked me if I wanted a bag I said no, also not unusual. When I was walking back to work I glanced at my receipt and they took off 10 cents from my total on account of "go green bag refund." Obviously 10 cents is not that big of a deal, but I like that aside from preserving man-kind and all other living species there is incentive to be smart about what is necessary to have and what isn't.

9:42am

This week is never ending.

Yesterday, after work, I met up with my room mates and some other friends for an open bar-happy hour, meaning we get free drinks for an hour so quit talk and order another. Awesome. We made our way down to the lower east side for some cheap falafel afterwards and decided the best decision was to leave (9:00-ish) after splitting a pitcher. On our way out we met some new friends, both named Andrew...long story short we ended up at a karaoke bar called "Sing Sing" in alphabet city. A private room full of strangers singing Metallica, so weird. We also bumped into Lech and Dorian at the door, I gave them my free song that we were given upon entering Sing Sing.

It's supposed to storm all weekend. I hope it does because that would give me an excuse to not leave my room.