the feist version of 'inside out' is the meaning of life.

there has to be something extra in 7/11 coffee that makes one so fucking crazy. i am fucking crazy right now, it is out of control. my sweet little roommate is fast asleep, and i am contemplating some sort of dance party. alas, that would be a terrible idea. the thunder and lighting outside is OUTRAGEOUS though, isn't it?

monday evening, after miserable classes and an unproductive afternoon, i went to see murakami read. i was sitting in a row of people that made a 'my so called life' reunion seem boring. it wasn't uncomfortable. it just made me feel old. murakami was so charming and personable, and he read this one story On seeing the 100% perfect girl one beautiful April morning. it was relatively romantic, and sweet to say the least. but men always have the upper hand when in comes to romance in the literary world. i may seem sexist in saying this, but for some reason when they do it it just seems so much more spectacular, and i am a radical feminist. masculinity is such peacockery.


last night (tuesday) meredith and i ventured in to brooklyn to check out three apartments. they were all too far away from williamsburg, and each one as sheisty as the next. in case anyone knows any ins, meredith and i are looking for a two bedroom (railroad is okay) apartment for under $1800 a month. close to williamsburg. i will love you forever.


today i slept until noon when i meant to sleep until ten. i still managed to put in 3 hours at the bookstore. while there i sat at the information booth and read gossip magazines and cosmopolitans. have you ever noticed that every issue of cosmo is the same, just worded differently? this one i was reading had an STD handbook, with all types of STDs imaginable, and graphs and charts, and even discharge color decoders. i am not going to put this down. i think it is very important, especially since everyone now has syphilis and is losing their fucking minds.

much love to my friend michael glennon, who got me a free ticket to see bill clinton tomorrow. i am pretty excited, only because he has met bono. hah. some of you may remember my days as a rampant kerry supporter (visual reminder seen here):
but that was before...the big change of heart.

and on that note, PANDAS GOT MARRIED!

it was only a matter of time before i made a panda reference.