Monday, November 26, 2007

Twenty-Four

Thanksgiving break was kind of bland and sad. So, I will not bore those who read this blog with the details. Tuesday Night I did hang out with the lovely Krystal. We drove around and played with puppies. Aka, it was an awesome time. I also saw the movie Enchanted which was completely fantastically. I completely fell in love with Gisele, who my mother said she was the most eccentric princess, was just like me. I also spent a lot of time working on my Zionism Achad Ha’am Report and the shiny new face of The Core. But I will cut the fat of this entry and only leave the things that are of most interest and ridiculousness. Do not worry, I have oodles of pictures.

Friday I did a lot of research on Achad Ha’am and through different coding sites trying to figure what was the most dynamic code to write Dj profiles in. Mother and I had a lovely dinner together. Since our Thanksgiving wasn’t that good, we made our own. There was Turkey, stuffing, potatoes, cranberries, and rolls. It was la-la-lovely. I was in heaven. Around 8:30 I headed out for Mike’s house since it was our plan to go to the Museum and early Saturday Morning. I was so happy to see Michael. We, as I have mentioned in previous entries, have this strange yet very strong bond. Seeing his face just adds to the happiness in my life. The moment I arrived (seriously Mike and I were unpacking my stuff) Nick and Dane pulled up in a car.

The men folk talked as I read more about Achad Ha’am. Achad Ha’am is my favorite Zionist thinker. I feel like he is the most rational of all the Zionist thinkers. From what I have read (The Wrong Way, Jewish State, His Letter to Pinkster) he seemed to just want the Jews to come together culturally since he felt they would not be able to come together as a nation until that happened. But now I am going on a tangent. Apparently there was a part as Dan ____’s House. Lets be honest the call of free alcohol and old friends is too much for men in their 20s to ignore, so we were off.

Dan ___ has the most beautiful house. The fridge is seriously the size of my bed. There were a lot of people I knew there and some I didn’t know. Dominique always greets me with, "Where my chicken wings at." This always brightens my day. It was nice to meet and talk to people. J-Jay made this weird mixture of alcohol. It has limes and lemons and berries in it. Over all it made me feel strange, though through the grape vine I heard it tasted very good. Strangely enough I saw someone form my Imperial Russian class. Small world, ne? After enough fun was had at the party, and certain hi jinx which I will not mention in this blog for the safety of myself and others will not be mentioned. Nick and Dane wanted to get Philly Cheese-Steaks and me being the only sober one was asked to drive to Philadelphia. I have never driven in Philadelphia and I am certain my mother strictly forbade me from driving in Philadelphia, but Michael can simply talk me into anything (sans anal sex or him inserting his balls into any of my or orifices), so here I was driving to Philadelphia.

So, here I am in my little silver Rav-4 with Michael, Dane, Nick, and Tyler jam packed into my car. I spent half the trip being nervous and making semi-wrong turns that I corrected last minute. With a deep sigh of relief from me, we finally arrived at our destination without a problem. We went to Geno's, it is shiny and practically made out of neon-lights and fat. Sometimes I wish I were a man so I could indulge in such fatty decadence. I had no idea that me driving to Philadelphia would entail me freezing while waiting for fat that I would not be enjoying. I spent most of the time freezing, and thinking that my car was going to get ass-raped by hoodlums. Since, I am obviously the most RATIONAL PERSON EVAR. Tyler was nice enough to buy me a Diet Cola and let me have some of his cheese fries. I was rather content. Finally I was able to head home, drop everyone off, and leave my care safe and sound in front of Michael's house. The night ended with Michael, Tyler, and I watching various videos of two-legged dogs. It was amazing. Don’t doubt me.

Saturday Michael and I went to the Mutter Museum. It was amazing. It was filled with all sorts of things that most people would find disgusting. I found it thrilling, since it was filled with: body parts, skeletons, dead babies in jars, and more. Call me morbid, I am a disgusting person. I left the museum with a distinct craving for bone marrow, if that makes me any more sickening to you. But I personally adored it, and I am glad I am dating such a boy who can enjoy such things with me.

Michael took me to a dinner at the mall (how romantic) and got me this “Japanese-styled” chicken and rice along with an Orange Julius. I was happy enough. Then I spent hours working on my paper, with little movement. Achad Ha’am and The Core will be the Death of me. Then came Nick’s party, which ended up being a gather of Michael, Dane, Drew, Joe, Jordan, Nick, Tyler, and of course yours truly. I genuinely had a lot of fun. It was the first time I allowed myself to be peer-pressured into drinking, and it lead to me eventually getting tipsy. But I am a responsible young adult, and did not drink for several hours before so we got the fuck home. Before all that, I played drinking games, Dress got dropped on the keg, and Dane passed out. That pretty much summarizes the night.

SATURDAY PICTURE DUMP:


Dane is ready to party. He has his party pants on.

Idk, this pic is EPIC.

I suck at guitar hero more than old people suck at computers. WHATEVER.

Before Drew was dropped. =/

It was right about now when things began to go wrong.
Dane passed out, Michael Laughing, and Joe posing. Greatest picture ever...Y/Y!

One can never have enough pictures of Dane passed out. Especially since how in his passed out state he got from point A to point B.


THE END

Sunday was filled with Achad Ha’am, family dinner, and a family freak out. Since I am trying to be nice I will not rely Michael’s family problems on the internets. See you next weekend.

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Twenty - Three

Michael and I had a very simple weekend. So do not think this entry is *super*.


Friday

Michael, Dane, Jordan and I went to Philadelphia to see Control. It was a very well done film about Joy Division's Ian Curtis. I really enjoyed the style of which it was done. But it made me think Ian Curtis was a pussy =/. We walked around and got Chinese Food at thing really lovely Chinese Food Restaurant. That is practically it. Sorry. I have been doing a lot of work lately and that means less fun-fun time.


Saturday:

Dane and Joe came over Michael's house. There was drinking, dirty talk, and we watched That Thing You Do on VH1. Instead of talking about this weekend, I am just going to show you pictures. Oh and this weekend was the weekend some bitch at the Salon fucked up my hair.

Enjoy:



Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Twenty - Two



This weekend wasn't that exciting. Friday and Sunday was really just Michael and I loafing about. That is why there is no pictures of that. But Saturday while Michael was off in New York doing computer things, Veronica and I decided to go out . Though we truly wanted to go to parties, but College Ave was dead, so instead we went Weird NJing it. Where did we go....DUNDUNDUN....SHADES OF DEATH ROAD.

Yes that is really the name of a road in New Jersey. We drove an 1:22 drive from New Brunswick to Warren County (Aka, very north) to visit this gem of New Jersey roads. We had a very interesting drive, which we spent most of it on completely dark highways and completely dark rural roads. It was over all very bizarre. I have never traveled on such consistently dark roads for so long. It was almost like the moment we left New Brunswick we were covered in complete black. There were also barely any buildings, two of the few was a Farm Market in the middle of no-where and a really large really nice bank that was just on the side of the highway.
Theres were seriously two of the few things we saw in the dark before we reached the town.

Upon entered Great Meadows, the area of which SHADES OF DEATH ROAD is, things began to go...well..strange. I made a wrong turn, because Kate Moss(My gps system) was being a coked out hoe, and ended up on a really strange creepy rural road. Then Kate informed me to turn on Tranquil Farms Road, so....we thought..this shouldn't be so bad. WE WERE COMPLETELY WRONG. It lead me down this really tiny weird close to a ledge road. On one side of me was forest and corn and on the other side of me just a drop. I was honestly kind of scared. The road was too small for a K-Turn, so I was forced to keep going. Before I knew it I ended up in a farm that was in complete desary. It was creepy and old looking, and Veronica and I were pretty sure *we were going to die*. Veronica said later, "I was like, this is the perfect way to die. I'm on my way to SHADES OF DEATH ROAD, I end up in a creepy farm. This is totally the time for a man with an axe to come out." Finally realizing there was no way out forward, I made a very quick K-Turn and we got the fuck out. Yet Veronica and i realized a light was on in the beaten up house....we were trespassing on Private Property. So we GTFO.

The actually road was very strange a rickety in the middle of it there is this weird tree. It is surrounded by corn fields and deer. Once we got the picture, we drove as quickly and safely as possible.


In the end we comforted ourselves after our long tenuous journey with rainbow pops and late night talks. It was lovely but mildly horrifying night.

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Twenty - One

Though many of you may be waiting for Halloween in the upcoming weeks, Halloween started and ended quite early to me. It was at most disgustingly ridiculous and at least..interesting.

Thursday:
I headed home to spend time with my girls. I picked up Veronica, Krystal, and Sam. We did the typical girl talk. We ended up watching Snoop Dogg's Hood of Horrors. It was the greatest film ever. Though we were suppose to bake a cake, my mother baked a cake instead. So, the night was fairly simple...but I missed those girls so much. No matter where you go or who you meet, no one replaces your girls back home.

Friday:
Michael and I did not get together until 8pm. It was rainy and foul that day. For some reason when we were outside the pizza restaurant in the rain smoking cigarettes, I felt at incredible ease. I knew and still know that Michael is where I want to be. The fact that we fight and sometimes we don't see eye to eye is irrelevant. That makes us human and that makes us natural. I doubt, due to human circumstances that we will be together forever, but there is this feeling of destiny. Though that might sound ridiculous to some people. From the moment we saw each other walking around campus or in the dining hall, we felt this pull towards each other. It may sound ridiculous, but it is true. Since November of 2006 Michael captured my eye and he kept it to this day.

We decided up getting Pizza for dinner from the little place off George Street. We had this lovely pizza with mushrooms, eggplant, peppers, olives, broccoli and every other vegetable you ever wanted. It was a stunning pizza. Michael and I talked for awhile. We caught up, talked, smiled, and held hands. We really are a disgusting couple. But we tend to only be disgusting when we are alone, as to not to make anyone ill. When we left, the rain had let up a bit...and we headed home.

That night I went out with Jana. Though over all it was a bust because the rain raped us for ways to Friday. We ended up partying hopping, leaving me covered in mud and with ruined Pikachu ears. Do not fret though, it was all fixed for the next day. It was nice spending time with Jana though. I also met her roommate Adrian, she was very nice. It was an interesting night, but nights with Jana are never boring.

Saturday:Michael and I did not roll out of bed until 2 in the afternoon. We were awfully lazy, but we both slept strangely well. Michael is a bed hog and I am a sheet hog, we in such small beds we run into trouble. We showered and got dressed and decided to chill at home until the boys arrived. I continued to read Fathers and Sons while we watched bad horror films on SciFi. Michael's friends Dane and Jordon came around about 8ish. We talked for a little bit, and prepared for the night to come. After we got ready, by we I mean myself because Dane and Jordon were too cool for Halloween Costumes and Mike's was simple, we headed off.

It is approximately 45 minute drive to Bloomfield, New Jersey from New Brunswick, New Jersey if you do not run into any trouble. In Bloomfield it is quite easy to run into trouble. The roads are awful, small, they twist and turn, and there are cops everywhere. Driving in Bloomfield is simply one of the worst experiences you will ever have driving. But before 11 we arrived at Noah and Jess's house, where the Halloween Party was in full swing. The first part of the party was very typical, I spent it dancing, talking with Michael, and catching up with people I hadn't seen. It started when a drunken Trevor decided to climb upon a table and knock it over on top of me. Covering my leggings in beer and cigarette water. He got all fucked up later. I felt like it was kind of revenge for that time he pretended there were peanuts in what I was eatting. Things slowly began to go from a happy fun party to just plain bad while Andrew and I were catching up.

While Andrew and I were talking the first fight of the night broke out, between Noah and Jess. Now, let me attempt to explain the situation. Jess is Noah's girlfriend. Sonya is Noah's bride to be(They are getting married this Wednesday in fact) and well....as I stated Jess is his girlfriend. Sonya needs a green card, Sonya has a really nice car and money. Sonya is paying Noah $30,000 for this transaction. It is easy to assume that Jess is very...very upset. Jess and Noah are freaking out. Jess is talking to Sonya. Noah is freaking out because Jess it talking to Sonya. Noah in fact grabs me, tell me I am a nice girl, to tell Jess he hates her, that fuck her because she broke his car and phone, and that he loves Sonya now.

While this was going on Andrew and I were like, too much drama, need air. So we went outside to have a cigarette and chitter chatter. Though no one had been outside all night, upon our arrival onto the porch, everyone and their mother came out. Including the orange-shirted Asian that makes both Andrew and I feel uncomfortable. Overall he just gives off a creepy vibe. He also kept going "Ay bebe" and just asking me weird questions. Now maybe he is a nice guy, I am not saying he is anything else...he just makes me feel uncomfortable. Well, he sits down right next to me and starts yapping about the strangest things. Including asking/kind of insulting Andrew, by asking him what he was about several times in a really change way. When on to talk that no one understand his problems. And how he thinks we're cool, he just doesn't think we're keeping it real. Yeah....

Michael came out and informed Andrew and I that Nick wanted to talk to us. After Andrew changed we began to walk up stairs, that was when the dreaded word was heard...cops. Andrew and I ran into the closet almost immediately. This time though, the police did not come into the house. So we were soon let out of the closet. We actually scared the living day lights out of Jess, since she opened the closet and we were like, chilling, under cloth.

We went down stairs and chilled on the sofa. Before Andrew and I knew it we were involved in a very intense dispute. Krystal is erasing the chalk board talking about how she was upset because someone insulted Nick. This person apparently said that Nick was a fag and that he'd love to bath in his blood. That she didn't know who he was nor did Nick, and all Nick remember was he was black. And, lets be honest....the house was pretty much filled with white suburban children. So, this person would stand out.

This man who was apparently Arabian but no one really knew who he was started freaking out. He called Krystal a racist. Being one of the few and possibly only completely sober person at the party, I defended her. I knew exactly what she said, and he was misconstruing it. He in turn called me a Racist, while Andrew and I gave each other the ? look, he completely freaked out on me. Calling me "Pimply longstockings" and informed me that Hitler's best friend was Jewish until he killed him. While he was distracted from attacking me and things became heated, Andrew and I ran and hid into the bathroom.

While I did not witness any of the following events....this is how it went down: Angry Arabian or Black man says he was the man that wanted to bath in Nick's blood. Krystal flips the fuck out. They get into a fight, where she broke his skin with her high heel, got her weave ripped out, and had to be held back from breaking a bottle over his head. Though this incident gave me the second quote of the night, "What, I'm a bitch now? I thought I looked like a man. Hit me if I look like a man. Hit me!" At this point they were trying to get this crazy man out of the house, because they realize he was causing trouble with everyone, calling Nick a fag, and insulting people, and causing fights with them. While they were escorting him out he punched Jess in the face, Noah then decked him three times in the face down the stairs and kicked him out.

From this point on there are no pictures. We were too busy hiding.

Returning back to what I witnessed, and what happened during my time in the Closet:When Andrew and I emerge from our bathroom dwelling, the fight had cleared out. But the fight was so loud, that we knew the police would make an appearance at any time. Andrew and I both wanted to bounce, but before we could even think we had to run up stairs, because the police made their second entrance of the night. Andrew and I ran into the closet. We hid in their silent as mice and covering ourselves with clothes in order to hide from the policemen. We were briefly interrupted by Michael who had to open his mouth, inform us that we wouldn't get caught And then told Andrew to stay in the closet because he was drinking. But I couldn't leave a boy in a closet by himself. So we stuck together. It was a good thing that we did for the events that unfolded would have not worked in our favor if we left our safe haven.

All I heard was Michael getting into a fight with a cop, Michael saying that he did not get out of control, while Dane was saying that Michael to be held back. What truly happened, I will never know. The Police came into the house, were apparently very rude to everyone, demanded to see ID(Which would have been unfortunate because both Andrew and I are underage), and searched the house. Andrew and I were awfully frightened in our little closet, especially when we heard the police come in the room and rummage around. But we stayed quiet and didn't leave until Michael came back up to get us. When we returned purses were torn a part. One girl in particular found her purse contents all over, and her weed gone.

Over all the night was fun but a complete mess. Too many fights, too many cops, too many creeps, and not enough dancing. But I did enjoy myself.

This week had been pretty bland. I have just been doing a lot of work. I stayed up all night working on a paper, and went to class today to find out the teacher was not there and papers were not being collected. Tonight I will be cleaning my apartment, dying my hair, and getting ready for the week a head. Hopefully this weekend will be simple. I've had too much adventure lately.

~The End~