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Tonight Jorn and I opted to skip a birthday party and stay home out of the rain before walking down to the Kirkland Cafe to see Maddie's band play. Overall, I'm glad we did this plan, instead of the one where we rushed out to go to the party and then left the party early to rush back to catch the band. I'm also glad I didn't have to drive anywhere tonight. I think I should probably go get my contacts checked before I move, because my night vision has degenerated terribly since my last appointment. Less than two months ago. When I bought a year's worth of contacts. Argh.

So anyway, the music. First band to go on (at 11pm) was Tony Macsata. If you ever walked down the hall in your dorm and heard some guy enthusiastically playing Phish and Dave Matthews covers, then you caught the essence of Tony. (Which is a really gross phrase, now I think about it.) I mean, he was a good guitarist, and he was playing his own songs for the most part, but it was a lot of Phish-inspired jam band stuff. And he closed with a cover of Dave Matthews' cover of "All Along The Watchtower", even doing the Dave growly voice thing. Jorn was grumpy when we arrived at the bar, but this band gave him a chance to be misanthropic and after that and a couple of ciders, he was feeling decidedly cheerier. Example:

Tony: NO REASON TO GET EXCITED!
Jorn: That is decidedly true.

Oh, Sara(h) and Gregor were at the show, and it was awesome to see them. Sara(h) came out with the great phrase "parabola of denial" which I think should be an album title someday. Their roommate Rabbit, who is Maddie's current boyfriend, was also there, and Maddie's parents, her roommate Aimee and Aimee's boyfriend Rich, whom we'd never met before even though they've been together since forever. And all of Rabbit's friends from western MA/NH, because they're all friends with Tony Macsata and probably jammed out to his jam bandy stuff in college, so they all came out for the show and shrieked annoyingly. One of them kept unknowingly coming up with interesting new dances, one of which we named "The Short Bus" and another "The Grandpa." Yeah, we weren't overly fond of Rabbit's friends.

Maddie's band, Water for Ivon, had some serious sound check troubles. Even when they finally did start playing, Maddie told me later, she couldn't hear Christian (the guitarist) and he couldn't hear her and neither of them could hear Maddie's mic. Her cello-playing didn't suffer in the least, though. I continue to be impressed by this woman's beauty and talent and professionalism. I thought she played very well. Christian was a decent guitarist, and it seemed like he wrote all the songs, and that was cool; Darren the percussionist had what Jorn called "a schizophrenic set up" of his instruments but he was okay too; but I definitely thought Maddie was the awesomest. Overall I liked the music, what little I got to hear of it after the endless sound check and before they got kicked off stage so the bar could close, and I would buy their cd if they had one and not just because Maddie's my friend.

And then we walked home in the pouring rain and my pants got all wet.

While watching Gangs of New York on Bravo:

Cameron Diaz (to Leonardo DiCaprio): Do you have any scars?
Jorn: I have a scar on me penis, but ye can only feel it with yer tongue!

(FYI: I'm working on ripping my whole cd collection to mp3 so I can put it all on my ipod.)

Jorn (walking into the room): Hungry Eyes?
Rox: I'm checking to make sure the Dirty Dancing soundtrack ripped properly.
Jorn: So that if it ripped properly, you can go back and rip it again so there are bugs in it?
Rox: (rude gesture)
(pause)
Jorn: Maybe he should go FEED his EYES. Stick a hot dog in there!
Rox: (chokes on iced tea)

(At the grocery store)
Rox: At least one pair of my pants are falling down.
Jorn: Maybe you should wear fewer pants.
Rox: When it's freakin' spring, I will!
(later)
Rox: I'm going to go put on just one pair of pants.
Jorn: Just one more pair?
Rox: No, I'm going to take off all the pants that I currently have on, and then put on just one different pair.
Jorn: That sounds... productive.

Me (singing): I like things that are warm...
Jorn: What are you doing?
Me: Just singing a little song about how I like things that are warm.
Jorn: Well, you must like *hell*, then.
Me: I do not! Hell isn't just warm, it's... a fiery deathpit! Nobody likes fiery deathpits except Satan!
Jorn (hangs head, looks hurt): *I* like fiery deathpits.
Me: You do?
Jorn: Yeah. A little.

the ren faire yesterday was really fun. there was a guy selling horns (you tie them on your head) for ten bucks a pair, and he made a killing because they looked so cute. and they stay in place really well too, mine hardly moved all day. pretty impressive for some clay and a shoelace.

it was really different from the PA ren faire; some things were better, some things not as cool. the cast included people dressed up like fairies, which was neat--the PA ren faire usually endeavors to be somewhat historically accurate, hence no fairies in the cast. yesterday's cast included the oak king, the holly king, the fairy of the compost heap, an ice fairy, a rock man (who was awesome during the chess game), and a few others. the actors weren't great--they were better fighters than actors--but the best line of the day didn't come from the actors at all:

overheard at the tournament of arms: what? you think the king looks like uncle larry?

that cracked me right up.

now i'm off to start my new job at the H.G. Otis House. and it's raining beautifully, just in time for the walking tour of historic Beacon Hill. woot.

yo. it's been a while since i've written anything. well, i was on vacation for a while. i don't really feel like saying much about it right now--it was orlando, it was fun, no we didn't go to disney world. dolphins are cool. that about sums up the trip.

oh, and while hanging out with my parents, the line "i am the great cornholio" came up, and my dad says, "what was the name of that show? Bunghole and Face?" well, that cracked me right up.

on saturday, rhett picked me up from the airport, and that afternoon i proceeded to play a lot of mario64. it was fun. i have around 79 stars now, but haven't been able to get through the final bowser level to the very end yet. yesterday for my BIRTHDAY, jorn gave me good presents, and then we went over to rhett's to watch some buffy season 4. oh my GOD, the end of disc 4 totally left us hanging. i was worrying about poor buffy all night (alternating with worrying about money; i woke myself up ten minutes before the alarm thinking about money without even realizing i was doing it).

one of my birthday presents was a life-size cutout of spike. dood, you guys are so cool.

tomorrow i get to mail all my money except for this month's rent plus all of jorn's money to boston, and it still won't be enough to cover how much we owe. this is a little scary. thanks, guys in boston, for covering us till we can get you the dough. and it better be the bestest apartment ever and just as fun as we've all been hoping.

things to do:
-call mom to say happy birthday
-pick up proofs at 4pm from the ELT office
-read the proofs and return them
-pay august rent; write letter giving one month's notice that we're moving out
-fill out rental application and fax back to dylan
-make deposits tomorrow, write checks and send to dylan
-package up elan's stuff and mail it to her
-make appointment for massage and facial at chakras spa
-get wedding gift for amy and josh
-do more laundry
-go to aqua aerobics
-look up shipping info for locks of love and send my hair

today at work (can y'all tell i'm a little bored?) i brought in some things to put on my desk. shelly was training me the past few days, so her stuff has been out until this morning, when she officially moved to her new spot. i brought in a calendar (a free wildlife one--may is a pair of madagascaran chameleons) and the lady of shalott picture that fell off my wall at home, the desk calendar book that i wasn't using at home, some hand lotion, and a couple of pictures: one of my parents and one of the chancellors that my dad printed out and sent to me, and the cute one of jorn with dinky sitting on his head. i also brought in a snow globe that my mom gave me last christmas that has our picture in it, and my luxor las vegas mug (to put rubber bands and paper clips and pens in, since i don't have any desk drawers). i also brought in dinky and beak, my little beanie friends. they're sitting on the bookshelves (which contain absolutely nothing that is of any use to me). i might bring in li'l snorlax and li'l pika next week, too. i want to bring some more thumbtacks (there aren't any in the supply room?) and some more pictures, and different cds tomorrow, and hopefully a little plant that i've repotted.

yes, here at this job i get my own cube that i can decorate how i want (instead of (like on other temp jobs i've done) filling in for a secretary on vacation and having to look at someone else's kids all week). i get my own id badge (though it is pictureless, and therefore less exciting), my own logins and passwords for all the online systems, which is also really exciting--i almost *never* get my own email account. the problem, though, is that someone from trc spelled my name wrong on the initial email they sent over here, so now hr and all the other systems think i'm roxanne halphine. how goddamned annoying. debbie told me she'd try to get it fixed, but she's on vacation this week, so who knows when that'll happen (or if it even can, since once they create an account, can they modify something big like the name? they'd have to be able to, people get married and stuff!). but honestly, i wonder which trc person doesn't know how to spell my name? they know who i am when i walk in there and they greet me by name. and i had to stop by several times to get the paperwork for this job filled out. if they had looked at my name just once on any of the papers i had to sign, they would've seen how to spell it. wdp?

what up, y'all.

last night, jorn and i went to see Cex and the Postal Service at Go! Studios in carrboro. it was awesome. here's how the night went:

i showed up at jorn's house to pick him up around 7. the big black possible-drug-dealer that lives in the house catty-corner to jorn's and always stands around on his balcony so he can yell about how hot i am whenever i walk by started yelling, just like usual. there's multiple drug dealerish dudes that live there (or at least are always out on that balcony), but this one particularly seems to like (yelling at) me, because he'll yell no matter what i'm wearing--i could see yelling, as assholish as it is, when i'm wearing a hot little skirt or tight pants or something, but yesterday i was wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and a hooded sweatshirt. whateva. anyway, i heard the following exchange:

dude 1: WOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOO WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! HOW YOU DOIN'!!!!!!
dude 2: (mumble mumble)
dude 1: no, man, i'm talking to HER!
dude 2: oh, OH! WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

and then i went inside. but it made me laugh--the second dude had to have been high or something, it totally sounded like he thought the first dude was talking to him when he said how you doin'.

and when i went back outside again, jorn was with me, and they never yell stuff when he's with me. i might start telling him to wait outside for me when i'm on my way over. :)

so anyway, we drove to carrboro and found Go! without any problems, even though we'd only really been there once before. and we waited in line outside for a long time, but that was okay since it was a really nice night. when we finally went inside, we got to go in the door marked USE OTHER DOOR, which they were using to let people in for some reason. so we got to see this back hallway and some numbered doors that must've been dressing rooms, and when we came out into the club area we saw that the door we had emerged from was marked "no admittance". so we got to see the secret back area. :) and jorn's ticket reservation by phone went through just fine because they had his name on their list when we got there, and we were a little worried about that because when jorn called to reserve the tickets no one knew if the show was sold out or not. but they had them, and they let us in. woot.

the club itself is really awesome. it's probably my favorite little club so far--cooler than cat's cradle definitely. it's really little, and downstairs is the stage and an open area and then a small bar, and the bathrooms are on either side of the stage (which must be hilarious when you're trying to pee--i bet the toilets vibrate with the music--but i did not pee there last night). there's also a little balcony above the bar with a merch station and some couches and a couple arcade games (Frogger and Tron). and you could stand at the railing and have a perfect view of the stage, so that's what we did. we stood for all of the first band, Shallow Be Thy Name; i thought they were pretty okay, but jorn really didn't like them. next was Cex, and i thought he was awesome. he walks on the stage in a black t-shirt and these clunky glasses, and i thought, he's kinda cute. then he changes his shirt to this clingy guy-tank-top and takes off the glasses and starts rapping, and i'm like, ohmygod he's HOT. he's all skinny and stuff too, but i like that anyway, and he's got so much personality. i liked the songs he did at the beginning of his set better than the ones at the end, when he got all rage against the machine and was yelling and stuff. he was better (and cexier) when he was being all funny, and, well, sexy, than when he was being all angry and angst-ridden. but overall i really enjoyed his performance. jorn was kinda disappointed, though, because he had really REALLY liked this guy when he saw him at a concert a few months back, before he got all angst-ridden.

anyway, after Cex was The Postal Service. they were an electronic-y guy, the singer from deathcab for cutie, and a chick. and they were so incredibly awesome. the electronic-y guy was also projecting video stuff onto a screen behind them, which was cool, and their music was so great. the singer guy played guitar and some keyboardy stuff i think and drums on occasion, and the chick played guitar and keyboards and harmonica and sang. at one point they did an awesome duet that was really cute and really good. and they played the "don't wake me, i plan on sleeping in" song, which i knew ahead of time. we even stayed for the encore, which was really cool but which i'm not going to tell you about in case you go see them. but i really liked them, and i think jorn really liked them too. this was one of the first concerts i've been to where i didn't know any of the bands ahead of time but totally ended up liking them. (usually i don't go to a concert unless i already know and absolutely adore the band playing. the other time i can think of when i didn't know the band was when we saw rainer maria with built to spill, and i loved rainer maria but by the time built to spill got onstage i was totally wiped out and didn't really enjoy their music, and i felt bad about that).

good night. good concert. thesis is done--i need to run to kinko's this afternoon and get four copies made (one for me plus one for each of my committee members, and the original to the grad school office for formatting). but i have the table of contents done (what a pain in the ass THAT was) and the abstract and the acknowledgements, and i think i got the spacing and all correct for the title page and the approval page. hopefully it's done and DONE and then i can be done with it (and sing The Done Song, by Done Done and the Done Dones). :)

ketchup
MUSTARD
peanut butter
pizza

(and i thought of a really good one earlier that i can't remember now... i'll just have to edit this entry later, i guess).