Jetset, once again- ahem, hardly.
Well, I'm off to the thriving metropolis of Amarillo, Texas. Back sunday, I might have a couple chances to get online while I'm there so email/comment- whatever floats your boat!

It is my new goal to make a dress entirely out of credit cards. Woop.

On a lighter note
Someone drove into the mail boxes etc. next to caribou the other day- caribou had a "drive-thru special" posted right by the hole the car left.

Kept them low; didn't work this time.
My definition of a low expectation:
Bother to see me preceeding a month when you won't be able to.

{Edited: A few good paragraphs deleted for the sake of privacy, and in respect for people who I'm not mad at- I leave you with the beginning and the end.}

If you give a fuck, you'll call.

There go those damn expectations.
I forgot to keep them low. Shame on me.

It's been a pretty blah day. I've heard from more than one person what a horrible person I am- well, not horrible, but you know what I mean. Might as well. These are people whose opinions matter to me, but I can't possibly bring myself to just act like my usual self when I'm too worried about what they think. I mean, if I get criticized (I'm talking about even the light and playful criticism here) for merely talking, think of all the shit I'll get for doing the kind of eccentric stuff I do around people who I know approve of me!

"Forget what they think!" you say. Easier said than done, I say.

Fuck. How does it happen that the people you enjoy most you find the hardest to be enjoyable around?

Perhaps I don't enjoy them as much as I think I do. How can I, when I'm so uncomfortable? Was I ever not?

You think you crossed the fine line in the sand, but it seems you returned. Never sure, am I?

danadanadanadanadana neo danadanadanadanadana sporin!
If you don't get it, don't ask.

Wow, I had such a frizeakin good time at Cathy's. I was thinking about not going for one specific reason which will remain vague... it turned out to be a valid reason to stay home, but I had so much fun that it hardly mattered. Kung Pow was the most hilarious movie evAr! I know it looks stupid (maybe it is if you aren't watching with amazingly cool people) but it was really great.

Let's see, what did I do today? I played some grand theft auto, hooked up the old computer, played through the show music on trumpet for lack of proper intrumentation, and... of course, waited. I refer here to april 18th. [Fuck all tact]

"My agenda for today:
Pretend to do things and wait.
Think of ways to conceal the fact that I'm just pretending to be focusing on something while actually waiting fervently for something else, all while waiting.
And wait some more, while perfecting the art of faking a purpose.
Accidentally solve world hunger as a side activity, but not notice what I've accomplished because I'm too busy waiting.
Quit bothering with even pretending to be otherwise occupied and simply wait.
Then, maybe more waiting if time allows.
If still waiting early tomorrow morning, sigh and go to sleep."

lol. It's fun.

I think it's time for some hard-core SNL (now that I've seen the studio and all :-P)- night all.

Pops was fun last night- I met Jamie there (who I was vaguely afraid was still mad at me), and we walked around the mall. The fireworks lasted for like an hour, and they weren't even all that cool. Anyway, Jamie and I went to see the 10:20 charlie's angels at philips place. I wonder what the gross total is for the amount of money spent either surgically altering them or doing flashy camera tricks to get that barbie effect. internal organs? what? you need those?

Pardon my bitter nature on the subject.

Jamie spent the night, and we were up relatively late just talking about everything. It's so comforting to know that other people agree with you on stuff... Deep or not, it was loads of fun. Jamie went home at 8 to clean out her grandmother's condo (I cannot fathom such a feat of sleep-evasion without shuddering), but I went back to sleep until 12:30. It was beautiful.

I got a back-to-school shopping email from delias this morning... I nearly hyperventilated. If they ever do that again I'm suing.

So today I imagine I'll be honored with the privilege of doing nothing. thank you, shiva!

If I had a dollar for every dollar that Trump has, I would be a very shallow and happy woman.
finally, i'm back to earth!

mom made the striking observation that NYC seems like a foreign country... it makes perfect sense, considering that the only really big cities that either of us has been to recently have been foreign.

i'll try to hit highlights, in case you happen to be interested. i don't blame you if you aren't.

saturday: we flew in, took a cab to our hotel (intercontinental, next to the waldorf=astoria), checked in, that kind of thing. we walked over to h&m on 5th avenue, with which caitlin and i were thoroughly disappointed. the stuff was cheap, but it was also really... random and disorganized. i'm not quite sure how to describe it. so anyway, we went back to the hotel and took a nap. After getting all way-too dressed up, we went to this local place where my cheesesteak was like $25. that wasn't even a nice dinner. the high point of the day was that we went to see mamma mia, which is based on the music of abba (you know, the dancing queen and waterloo people). It was very funny and generally good. yay for saturdays in manhattan.

sunday: i fell asleep in mass at st. patricks. who can blame me? when we left, there were police men out in front of the church wearing all their riot gear, which we later learned was because of a gay pride parade. gay pride parade... catholic church... not a great mix. so we changed at the hotel, then went and tried to get last-minute tickets to the lion king. ian called while we were trying to cross fifth avenue during a break in the parade, but the lesbians' motorcycles drowned out my phone. i think we just looked around times square for a while (not having gotten tickets and all). Caitlin dragged me into the Toys R Us, just so I could see the gigantic barbie house and the indoor ferris wheel. I have to admit, the giant lego empire state building (king kong included, unlike batteries) was pretty damn impressive. for dinner we went to Shelley's I had a really great tuna steak, which is rare because I don't particularly like seafood [oh, dear, i seem to have offended my coastal brethren- sorry :-p]- with that and a salad my tab alone was somewhere around $80. not as bad as it could be, but still pretty damn expensive.

monday: one word: bloomingdales. oh yeah, and central park.

tuesday: I forgot most of the day. oh well. we did go see stomp- very cool, very unique. I had seen the HBO special about a billion times in band when we had substitutes and a lot of stuff was the same, but I was still impressed. not blast, but still worthy of praise.

wednesday: mom and i went to see NYU- nice, but not great. i stopped in a 'quaint' little shop on broadway called yellow rat bastard and got some paul frank flip-flops and pajama pants. yay, julius! in the subway on the way back, i saw a street musician and had the most naive idea ever- wouldn't it be convenient to be a street musician? i mean, you make your own hours and must make at least ten [tax-free] dollars an hour! not to self: obtain musical talent. we looked in saks and FAO schwartz until we had to leave for the airport...

i do hope you appreciated the saga, or at least don't hold it against me that sometimes i'm in the mood to write such boring crap. welcome to the inner-workings of my mind...

that reminds me of a quote, actually, which i'm far too lazy to find. my sister was reading HP and pointed it out, so I'll attempt to recreate it:

...he tried to push it to the back of his mind. Unfortunately, the back of his mind wasn't the secure place it had once been.

New York, New York
I'm alive. I've gotten lots of clothes. I've sat around and missed all you kids. I have seen NYC. I am, however, also paying for timed internet access.

Back Wednesday night.

-Claire

by the way
Oh yeah, just so you know, I'm going to New York. Don't worry, I probably haven't died or anything. See you Wednesday.