Carrot-Pickle-Espresso Monstrosity

mood: werp
music: RENT
random word: Starfish

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Hello, my adoring fans.

I would like to publicly declare Michael a little ho for starting that facebook group about me. Point: Totally just riding the wave of my Cata-club. Point: that photo is not furthering the cause. Point: it's Granma Pearl, not Grandma Pearl. She says that the "d" makes her seem like an ancient relic.

That being said, much love to all. It made me smile, a lot.

As for my adventures in Southborough, well, let's see... Today was my parents' 32nd anniversary. Hooboy, that's a lot of marriage. About 59.26% of their lives. (59,260 geek points to whomever calculates the average of my parents' age.) I went out to Longfellow's Wayside Inn to get a gift certificate for a dinner from my brother and me. It is a lovely place, absolutely gorgeous, Old New England style. Remind me to take a date there if I can ever afford it.

While I was in the mall getting a card for them, I also bought myself a few things. One was a CD by Alex Britti, my new Italian boyfriend. The other was a book: Without You by Anthony Rapp. That's right. Mr. Mark Cohen himself. (I found it on a shelf labled "poetry" between David Sedaris books and a noticeable lack of poetry. Shame, Borders of the Natick Mall. Shame. . That space is me casting il malocchio upon you. Shaaaame.) It's a memoirs-ish type of book, largely revolving around his RENT experience. I plowed right through the first chapter, which is unusual for me. It was all about the auditions and the initial workshopping of the show. A lot of things were different in the original conception, and it's absolutely fascinating to read. At the mall, I turned down buying The Sims 2, but it gave me the incredible urge to start playing the old version again, which I had uninstalled from this computer a while ago. So I go to gather all the discs... Livin' Large, House Party, Vacation, and both Unleashed discs. But wait... somethings missing... and it's the original. Without which, none of the others can function. Aaaarrggghhh! Oh well, at least I've got good reading material.

I have just finished consuming a grotesquely large bowl of vanilla ice cream and orange sherbet. I am a disgusting wretch, but I had to get the flavor of garlic out of my mouth... after noticing my desperate outcry for Suite I incarnated in the attempt at making Oriental flavor (still not sure what the Orient actually tastes like...) Ramen, my mother bought me Thai Noodles, which I tried tonight. Next time, I need to add chicken, or something, because on its own, it's basically just garlic noodle soup.

Speaking of offending entire peoples, Mark Burnett, creator of Survivor, is now dead to me. This season, they decided it would be an awesome idea to divvy up the teams into ethnic groups. African-Americans, Asian-Americans, Latinos, and Whites. AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH my soul burns. I hate the term "white". Hate hate hate. Also, am not too fond of "Latino" either... why aren't Italians considered Latino? Or the French, for that matter? And where is the Romanian representation? However, I am no expert on this term, so I will leave the door skeptically ajar to explanations. At least in the official ad that I saw they used "ethnicity" instead of "race", which is a nanogram of relief, even in its grossly inaccurate usage. Also, it seems that only three or four of the twenty contestants actually applied to be on the show... the rest were recruited. < /soapbox>

I'm excited for the new season of The Amazing Race! Yey, I like that show, they're really nice.

Less than two weeks until I'm back at Midd!

~Kevin