Life is Supercalfragilisticexpialidocius.

Today strengthened my hate for the year to be over but just because 2011 is tom. doesn’t mean anything is really going to change. I’m not going to wake up/well the clock isn’t going to strike midnight and everything is a new beginning or changes.

I just had a really bad day thats where my hate is coming from. So my black snow boots died yest. The interior completely ripped off because of all the walking and then somehow there is a hole somewhere in the boots that all the puddles and hills I climbed in central park yest resulted in the snow seeping in. I felt my foot getting cold but who cares when your having fun, until its 11pm, your taking off your boots and your socks are soaking wet and you can’t feel your toes. Then today, I’m wearing my least favorite brown boots from aerosole and headed off to Times Square to wait for the ball to drop, as you can see i’m NOT THERE. I had my nice pat down and baggage search from the cops, had my new years hat on, but by 3:30 ,my feet were killing me. When I finally took of my shoes at 5, my toes were had bleed through my favorite socks. DISGUSTING. I think i’ve ruined my feet. I can’t really feel anything. I stuck a push pin into my heel, felt nothing and there is still a hole.

So what does the evening entail. Well I went food shopping, lost my cell, and spent 1/2 hr walking a parking lot looking for my father who had left. Now I’m eating really deliciously evil greek food and watching CAT ON THE HOT TIN ROOF. Preparing for the greatest night ever. I don’t care if I don’t see the New YEar. I’m going to do everything and everyone. I wanted to forget 2010 ever happened, I want to dance my ass off, loose my voice, and just do, not think just do because i’m sick of caring, sick of taking care of others, sick of thinking, i’m just going to do what feels right and have a fucking amazing time. Still don’t know where to go but the gang is going around to the normal hangouts along with 3 new places that are sure to be amazing. I’m happy the weather is warmer, didn’t wear a jacket today, which wasn’t smart, kind of having a runny noise but come on i’m sick of jackets and boots and SNOW.

I NEED ME SOME LIKE A G6, BOTTOMS UP, SHOTS, PITBULL, $ME$HA, stearo love, we speak no AMERICANO, bad touch, my enrique and some infant sorrow.

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE, BOTTOMS UP!!!!

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 I miss All That :/

So I wrote this redicilously long post that got deleted when my laptop died of no battery. So lets recap the day, mayb a lil shorter.

So the day began bright and early at 8:30. I was at the Walter Kerr theater by 10:30 only to find out all the student rush tickets were sold out (box office opens at 10) Then it was a mad sprint to the Majestic, only to find out all tixs were raised $50 for the “holiday season” So finally I went to the John Golden theater and got the last tix for Driving Miss Daisy. 2^nd row center of Mezz and it was perfect. The lines at Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson and Merchant of Venice was ridiculously long. The tkts line was long like its normally is but beyond its normal limit, the line went on through the street (closed by all the snow was dumped there) to the next block all the way around to the next corner. Scalpers were having a field day. Selling shows and having tix for every show named. They were completely fake. Ticketmaster tix are yellow this year and tkts is purple, these were white and red. I haven’t seen red since Drowsy Chaperone and that was 2007.

Tourist were coming off the lines really pissed when their show was sold out, wat do you expect when planes aren’t leaving and its New Years EVE. The Nieve booth has been erected and the ball has been taken down. The test run was done. Confetti galore and kissing everywhere. It’s the best time of the year.

Driving Miss Daisy was amazing. Staring JAMES EARL JONES AND VANESSA REDGRAVE. I only have a few complaints (maybe 5)

1.      To the british idiot who fell asleep and the weirdo eating obsessed unfriendly lady to my right…I hate you

2.       To the miss informed ding dongs behind me who said at the beginning, Morgan Freeman sure has put on weight. The marqee and the playbill says James Earl Jones in Driving Miss Daisy, did I miss the small print under the title saying “staring Morgan Freeman”

3.      To the idiot whos phone kept ringing at least 3 times, wtf they announce it as you enter, when they seat you, before the play begins, and the lady across the room yelled it at you. Didn’t you get the hint?!

4.      To the family that arrived 5 minutes before curtain to ruin my happiness of having an entire row infront of me empty and having the 7ft man sit right in front of me. GREAT

5.      TO BLOODY BLOODY ANDREW JACKSON, the walls between theater are not that thick as I could hear the word to “populism YEA YEA” which is forever stuck in my mind.

My problem with the play is what I have a problem with most plays, you play writers make me feel too much for the characters. I fall into a deep relationship with each character. I care what happens to each one and if there isn’t a catharsis and a conclusion I’m left forever upset. The last play I saw as a STANNER PLAYER production of the dining room. 18 scenes of different people in this dining room. The table and chairs never change but the time period, the location, the people, they keep changing. For five minutes your with this sad southern family in the early 1900s and next your with this young couple who use the dining table for work in the present day. But you are always left wondering wat happens. Does the husband ever find out about the affair, who gets the money in the will, does she realize she really isn’t in love, WTF HAPPENS TO THE FUNNY OLD MAN IN THE WHEEL CHAIR LOUIS!!??!?!

Driving Miss Daisy does the same thing. The play spans from 1948 to 1973. You can’t cover everything that happens in 90 minutes but come on something. What happens after Hoke drives Miss Daisy to her brothers 90^th bday in Alabama and he has to go make water in the woods and she runs after him after being spooked in the car? The next scene its 1964 but before they show the date Hoke is calling Daisy’s son, I thought she was dead , YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME.

The play was just enough humor and drama and sadness to touch me and almost make me cry. The humor in the a blossoming friendship, the scariness of the serious, prejudice south, and the sadness of a strong, will minded old lady losing her mind. It is amazing.

I broke my fathers heart today and I’m really don’t know what to do. He told me I broke my heart and I knew what I was doing wasn’t going to end up well but it had to be done.

My mother wants to call campus and beg to allow me to go back early. She wants to get rid of me because I use up electricity, water, space, food, laundry. But I’m such a big help when she goes out shopping and can’t reach for things on high shelves. I might go back to campus earlier that planned because I want time alone. There isn’t a day I’m completely alone. Random friends pop up on the train, on the street, at Time Warner, at Bloomingdales, Times Square. I have 6 unanswered fb events for parties this weekend that I have yet to answer.  I finally answered all my wall posts. Everytime I turn on my itouch another text about wanting to meet up is there. I just need a little solitude. I want to know whats going in people’s lives without me but I don’t need to see you. I just need a detox from life. To walk and get lost in a crowd of a million, to read in central park (its not goin 2 happen with all this snow) but to just photograph the city for a few hours.  I’ll find a day to do all of this and finally be happy. My vacation is nothing like a vacation. I’m hardly getting sleep. I’m always moving. Today I saw a Broadway show, torrented movies, went to bjs, ate dinner out, fixed my ipod, watched lil fockers, wishful drinking, big business and caught up on 3 episodes of amc, 4 episodes of my family (bbc show) and downloaded 3 more Korean dramas and its only 12:54. 

The rest of this week is going to be a whirlwind, stealing good seats at 10am in Times Square to finally leaving at 3 bc I can’t freeze my ass anymore. Parties, may I say PARTIES, ringing in the new year in style. A BIG BUFFET AT HOME. All the food of my dreams, itll be there, along with my favorite punch. Then its bowl time. ROSE Bowl, orange bowl, tostitos fiesta bowl, cotton bowl, then it’s the final weekend of football and all will be decided on who is going to the playoffs, even though my EAGLES HAVE CLINCED THE NFC EAST! Shopping Sunday with the mum, haven’t done that in a really long time, Moma on Monday, I haven’t been to a good museum in a long time. Broadway Wed. I will get tix to a little night music before Jan. 9^th or I will kill. I will get my mum la cage aux folles tix before next Friday.

I’m going to bed because I’ll be up at 8:30 in order to get to flushing for my library and bubble tea full (ive finished the 12 movies and 3 books I got last week), maybe some seafood crispy noodles from corner 28 and then off to the city for a day of fun with special people of crazed mind frames.

fUCKING tUMBLR WONT POST THE WHOLE THING SO ILL TRY THIS WAY.

I love a shitload of music. Mostly soundtracks from movies, broadway shows. I love a lot of genres, bands, musicians, singers from many decades but the Beatles (i no cliche) really touch many fields of music. They have that happy go lucky music you find in Octopus’ Garden, great dance music in twist and shout, a little screaming in Helter Skelter, instrumental in While MY Guitar Gently Weeps, random shit at the end of A dAY IN THE LIFE, sexual in Why Don’t we do it in the road, touching songs like Blackbird, sad songs, indie, anti war, songs about getting/fighting/trying to get the girl, scary shit that is catchy like today’s Cannible, Maxwell’s Silver Hammer. The music is folk, psychedelic, classic now, and incorporate almost every type of music. Cyndi was a singer that inspired me to get the red hair and to wear the color strips and just had music that was happy, fun, great to scream out to at parties, and never got old to express the fun teenage girls should have.