Creepy Alum Brings SexyBack Saturday, Sep 30 2006 

Tomorrow night I’m going to be that creepy alum still partying with the college kids. Yep, I’m going to be bringing sexy back to Fairfield U this weekend.

I really don’t want to be that creepy alum, though. Tomorrow Lauren was going to throw a “The LSATs are over”-themed party. Today she called me, though, and said that it’s going to be more like a small gathering than a big party. I’m still going to Fairfield, though. I can’t wait to see James! I haven’t seem him since Sars and I visited him in Florence!

So we’ll see what’s going on, either at Lauren’s or on campus or both. I know it’s going to be an awesome time, and I’m excited to stay at James and Mike’s apartment. I just don’t want to go to some random party and have people be all like, “You’re back already?!” I mean, it’ll still be September.

And then I realize that whenever I worry about what people think about me, I remind myself that that’s irrelevant.

I don’t care about anything! And besides, I’m not going back to bask in nostalgia of the hedonism being a college student allows. I’m not going to go back and reminisce with tears in my eyes. I got all of my crying done during senior week. (I was a puddle. Senior Farewell, the toast to our college years at Kara’s house, graduation dinner with my parents, and driving home while listening to Glee Club CDs — NOT a smart idea for the emotional, I was crying the whole time.)

I’m going back to see my friends. And James is one of my best friends. And I love Mike and Lauren and I miss the whole group that spent their time with the Trifecta!

It’s going to be fun.

I hope to have pictures.

Work has been going well. Last night was the first company-wide event we had since I’ve been there. Basically, everyone went out to the Blue Wave Lounge, which is just down the street from work. It was a lot of fun (which was great) and I didn’t get too drunk (which was even BETTER!). And everything’s such a web — I found out that one of my coworkers, who trained my class, her best college friend is the sister of my sister’s best friend!

So yeah, that’s the main reason why I’m here writing this on a Friday night. I drank last night and I’m planning for a moderate shitshow tomorrow. I’m too tired to write during the week, and I miss it. This is my luxury, and I love it.

The other day I went shopping at Express, to try on skinny jeans ONE FINAL TIME (with my highest heels) and to see if I could ever, EVER pull them off. Of course, the answer was a resounding no.

But then I discovered the Stylist Pant.


I bought two pairs. I bought them in black and a black-and-silver type of denim. And they are SO flattering. The waist is reasonably low but doesn’t cut across your hips — it’s just below your belly button. They make your butt look AWESOME, and the flare starts just above your knees, which makes your legs look longer. Pair them with 3″ boots and your legs go on for DAYS. I can’t get enough out of them.

(And my mom wants to get a pair, too, but that’s another story.)

It’s weird, but I find myself only buying black clothes lately….and primarily wearing black, too. And I swear it’s not the influence of the divine Angelina. I really, really like wearing all black whenever I can.

And now that I’m off the recapping of my life subject, I make the usual turn into something deeper. It’s about being single. Recently I was feeling that little feeling when I think that it would be really nice to have a boyfriend. So I thought about it….and you know what? I actually don’t want anything right now! I want to stay completely away! I don’t have TIME for a guy! Between work, the 15 hours of commuting a week (seriously) and a project that I’ve taken on with some people, in addition to a social life, I’m more than booked up. It’s crazy.

It feels SO GOOD to just step back and think, with a huge smile, that I’m as happy as I could be — being by myself. And you know, I have the feeling that I’m going to be like that for the bulk of my life. A bit of a Samantha Jones, if you will, but with obvious differences.

But yeah….that’s about it for tonight.

So, who’s totally in love with Joey Lawrence on Dancing With the Stars?

Life, recently Saturday, Sep 23 2006 

Sars came home for the night and we went to see Jackass Number Two. Oh my God….now THAT is a movie you should see in a huge theater on opening night, even more so than Snakes on a Plane. I almost threw up twice — and I don’t do that, ever!! That was from two segments: “How to Milk a Horse” and “The Fart Helmet.” So disgusting.

But other than that, the movie was AWESOME. I love Jackass. It’s a family favorite (my mom is actually a pretty big fan of it, especially the Party Boy). I love going to movies where you can laugh and scream the whole time — last night was a great catharsis to a chaotic week.

Work is still going well, and this week I’ve spoken French, Italian and Spanish as well as a few Portuguese phrases. I did a lot of research for something in Brazil and I’ve found out that I can actually read Portuguese really easily. Unfortunately, though, I think I have to downgrade my Spanish knowledge to “reading only,” rather than ability to speak it. It’s very bad.

And there’s this video that you have to see. Apparently it was designed for Japanese people learning English, but it is SO HORRIBLE that I don’t think it can do anything….oh my God….you must check this out.

And the conductor, the one who talked to me and keeps saying I’m attractive and all that, gave me a schedule on the way to work the other day. I didn’t think anything of it (I’m SO GULLIBLE!) and just put it in my purse, not even thinking to open it until I was at work. Inside it had his name and phone number, plus “Smile!” and a smiley face. He doesn’t think I smile enough. Which is interesting, because yesterday, after showing this to Mike and Ian at work, Ian told me that the thing he noticed about me was that I was always smiling. Interesting.

I am so exhausted. This week just took so much out of me. Ordinarily I’d be getting all ready to go out and go crazy, but at the moment, the perfect weekend would be just sitting back, writing, reading my awesome book (“High School Confidential” by Jeremy Iversen — you should check it out; it’s much better than I thought it was going to be) and being a lump.

Also, Kara left for Bolivia a few days ago. She’ll be volunteering in Cochabamba for at least five months. 😦 I’m sad — I’m really going to miss her. But she’s going to be having some unbelievable adventures. And she’ll be surely meeting cute guys from all over the world. But best of all, she’s going to have a blog. So Kara, YOU BETTER BE WRITING IN IT ALL THE TIME!!!

In terms of going abroad and having adventures, I know that that’s something I have to do down the road. Living abroad again, for a longer time and in a much more authentic environment than I lived in in Florence. Before I’m 30, hopefully. Just eventually.

I also figured out that if I keep saving $100.00 each week and not spend any of it, after four years I’ll be able to afford a decent yearlong trip around the world. (In the book “One Year Off”, by David Elliot Cohen, which I love, a family of six traveled around the world for a year for $120,000.00. Granted, that was 10 years ago, but I think I could do it reasonably for $20,000.00.) If I save for two years instead, I think I could still do a yearlong trip — I’d just have to spend more time in cheaper areas, like Latin America and Southeast Asia, do a lot of couch-surfing, and stay out of Europe and Japan. That could be just as or even more rewarding than a more expensive trip, though.

And I’d be alone.

That’s what it’s coming down to. I know I’m an extremely independent person, and there’s nobody whose company I could take for that amount of time (except for my sister). Even if I have a decent boyfriend by then. I remember when we were in Budapest and shared a room with a young Australian couple. The guy kept talking to us, and us only, and his girlfriend was upset that he was ignoring her. He was probably just sick of her after traveling the world with her for months.

Oh well.

This is several years down the road, so I shouldn’t even be thinking about that.

Update Saturday, Sep 16 2006 

Well, I actually talked to the conductor who told me I was pretty the other day. I hadn’t spoken anything to him at all since he told me that, only saying, “Good morning,” or “Good night,” since a few days a week he’s on both the trains I take.

But on the way to the 5:52 train home yesterday, he beckoned me over and introduced himself — his name is Lewis. I told him my name, and he commented that I looked “really mad” the day before, so he didn’t say anything. I told him that I wasn’t mad, I was just upset, since some bad stuff had happened at work that day. He then told me that he’d like to get to know me, since I was very attractive and all. Well.

We chatted a minute more and I got on the train. And after I got off in Wakefield, I was walking to my car and as the train went by, he leaned off the platform with his arm outstretched, waving, like something out of a movie! I giggled, but it was embarrassing.

The conductor really is a nice guy — he’s just absolutely not my type. (You know I’d be all over that if he were. As Erica said, “Tap that! I want you to conquer the entire city!”) I just wish he’d stop saying the stuff about my looks — while getting compliments is nice, it does make me uncomfortable.

I’ve been thinking that it might be time for a visit to Fairfield. I know that school just started, but I’d really like to go and see my friends! If my favorite guys would have me, of course. 😉 I’d make you guys some of that pappa al pomodoro that you ate the whole pot of that night!

I did mention that I had a bad day at work — but it was mostly just because of worrying about something that there’s probably no need to worry about. The job, otherwise, has been really, really awesome. I love it. I’m working hard, speaking French and Italian, getting compliments, and having a good time. It’s a great place to be.

I also got Justin Timberlake’s new CD, FutureSex/LoveSounds. It’s really good. There are a few duds, as there are on every album, but I really like SexyBack, My Love, LoveStoned/I Think She Knows, and Damn Girl. People are saying that this album is pure Prince, but I think LoveStoned is more like “Bad”-era Michael Jackson. Let me tell you, Timbaland has the Midas touch right now. First Nelly Furtado, and now this whole album. Check it out.

Going now — still enjoying life very much. 🙂

Something I Like Sunday, Sep 10 2006 

I like those Yahoo! Personals banners that read “Did you forget how fun it is to flirt?”

Flirting is great.

I really have nothing to say that’s worth an entry….I did check out an apartment for the first time on Friday after work. It was in a great location — Somerville, about 12 minutes from Davis Square, which would be PERFECT (great area, plus enough of a walk to get some decent exercise twice a day). But aside from the apartment’s absolutely gorgeous three-legged cat (I’m serious), it wasn’t what I was looking for.

I’ve been thinking about Florence — I really did love a lot about living with eight people. Of course, it became much more complicated than that because we were essentially each other’s primary social life (since we were so far from all the other Fairfield students). I’d love to live with a lot. And I saw an awesome ad on Craigslist for a huge house — but it seemed so good, they probably won’t get back to me.

My mom had a housewarming party yesterday — good fun. I played piano (just requests — did Let It Be, Yesterday, Piano Man (ugh) and So Far Away). Good food. And Sars came home for a few hours — I grabbed her and screamed and told her I wasn’t going to let go of her again. We’re going to have lunch on Friday, since her classes are over by 9:45 or so. Probably just South Station.

Kara and I went out to the Rattlesnake on Boylston St. the other night, as well as the Cactus Club for dinner. Both were fun, and the Rattlesnake has a really great deck on the roof, but we found that it was really the financial crowd — as in, “Are all the guys here gay or just accountants?” We did talk to a really cute guy for awhile, and he seeked US out (we were standing on the other side of a partition and he told us that he felt such distance between us and wanted to get closer). His name was Scott, he worked for a fishing company, he was blonde (and I don’t usually like blondes) and he was around thirty or so.

Unfortunately, talking to him meant talking to his unattractive, annoying friend as well. And he talked much more than Scott did.

One thing that I can’t stand is when people purposely exaggerate their Boston accents to make them sound cooler. It is OBVIOUS in a second when the fake accent kicks in. And this guy, the friend, he mentioned “Stahhh Trek.” Yeah. Awful. Most Boston accents have at least a hint of an essence of an R — I read about it on a site about regional linguistics. It’s like the R in “third” that is pronounced, only much fainter, and it’s extremely difficult for a non-native to master. (Which is why I’m not exactly looking forward to seeing anyone but Matt Damon and Mark Wahlberg in The Departed next month.) But it’s SO ANNOYING!!

We left before them and went our separate ways (and let me add that I can’t wait until the orange line starts running on weeknights again, rather than the scarybus from Haymarket). Now, I have a bit of a hobby — reading the “Missed Connections” board on Craigslist. A lot of them are entertaining! And this is probably the most self-centered thing I’ve ever said, but YOU NEVER KNOW if someone might post something about you. After all, I’ve been making steady eye contact with this guy at North Station every morning as we wait for the inbound orange line train….he’s kind of cute….

Anyways, I saw one that read, “Southie: Did Kara get home all right? Posting as you left in a hurry last night. Hope you made it home okay.” Now, I did tell him I worked in Southie but didn’t tell him where….I don’t know. Kara wasn’t falling-over drunk but she had had a few drinks — she was getting picked up. I had to drive home from Oak Grove, so I wasn’t drinking. And this was posted the morning after we were out.

It could be him.

At any rate, I hope it was the cute guy and not the creepy guy.

Cowboys and Boybands Sunday, Sep 3 2006 

Last night Lisa and I decided to check out the Route 1 scene, do a little pimping with the older set, and we ended up discovering Tequila’s, right between Home Depot and Chili’s, which features COUNTRY LINE DANCING! It was amazing. We hung back and watched for awhile, and then a guy in his 50s or so asked me to dance. I could follow him half-decently — a lot of them steps were similar to swing. And then Lisa and I started joining in the line dances. Now, those are HARDCORE.

First of all, there’s a different dance to just about every country song ever written. And everyone seems to know them — probably because they’re Saturday night regulars. So Lisa and I joined in (to “Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy,” which is practically Lisa’s theme song). And we had it pretty well by the end. However, a lot of the dances were insanely difficult — including “Dizzy,” which is pretty much just three and a half minutes of spinning. But it was so much fun! We just watched people and tried to do it.

I was checking out the band’s bassist, who was pretty much the only other person there about our age. As Lisa pointed out, he was my type — tall, thin, dark-haired. Musical. So after a set, we chatted him up — and he was an awesome, hilarious, (gay) guy. He was making fun of the hardcore country people, especially since at the moment, they were linedancing to Will Smith’s “Wild Wild West” in a country-hip hop style. He’s actually not a country fan. And we started talking about ourselves — Lisa told him about grad school, and I told him I worked in Boston. He asked if I were downtown, I told him Southie, and he goes, “By Summer and Melcher?” “Yeah, right there, actually!” I replied. It turns out that he used to live right there, and he parked in the garage next door to where I work! Weird.

Honestly, I’m looking forward to going back. It was an offbeat night. But next time, I am definitely wearing cowboy boots — they’re much easier to dance in than 4″ platform slides. And if you’re reading this and you want to go sometime, let me know! It’s so much fun.

Also, Lisa and I bought the bassist (Jason) a drink — only I forgot to give Lisa a few bucks for it. I’ll give it to you next time I see you!

Okay. That concludes the cowboy portion of this entry.

Yesterday morning, Sars started talking about The Moffatts — an alternative boyband of brothers that probably only became popular due to Hanson’s success. I vaguely remembered them, probably only from seeing posters of them in Tiger Beat and all that. Then, out of curiosity, I googled them and came up with their album, Chapter One: A New Beginning on Amazon. I played a few songs — and SANG ALONG TO EVERY WORD. I guess I not only used to have that CD, but LOVED it! And you know what? The lyrics are mostly cheesy, but as far as a Hanson-esque band of brothers can go, they’re really, really good.

Time to move Sars into college.

So that’s what it was Saturday, Sep 2 2006 

Got the 5:52 train yesterday again, and that conductor was there again, said hi to me as I got on, whatever. Then as I get off in Wakefield, he goes, “You’re very pretty.” I said thanks, and with that, I need to find a new train.