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A brief summary of the recent developments peppering my life:SPEEDAs Avery would say, I've taken to using "performance enhancing drugs." As I don't participate in any activity considered remotely athletic, the expression refers to my academic performance with "study medications" or, quite bluntly, amphetamines. I've been using them sparingly, of course, but the usage itself is quite strange,

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My History of Italian Cinema teacher Stefano is a hot bitch.Other hot bitches in Italian cinema class:Alain Delon - hot bitch...french yet still in hot bitchy italian moviesClaudia Cardinale - hot bitchBoth are in this hot bitch of a movie, Rocco e i Suoi Fratelli (Rocco and his Brothers) which I highly recommend.

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I believe I ended my last entry by saying "things like this never last," or something along those lines.It didn't last. He ended it twice, once after an apologetic coffee meet-up, standing in Astor Place, which concluded thusly: He, leans into kiss me. Stops. Moves back. Me: WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS? Him: I don't know. I watch him walk away.And then a second time, a month later, after we had

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The events of the past two days as recounted by me, alone in my room, eating a cheeseburger:Thursday, Emily came up on the Bolt Bus for a 24-hour visit. It was rather impromptu, yet we managed to engage in some very "New York" activities. Or, at least what I consider "New York." We had dinner at Momofuku, and to my utter shock, were seated after waiting for only five minutes. Her friend Allie

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Ed Mazurek messaged me today over facebook chat.Three years after the fact, I'm pretty sure he's the coolest person I've ever dated. He gave himself the nickname Fast Eddie, made rambling keyboard music under the tome Gargoyles Benedict, and his senior yearbook quote? "Tu es la vague, je suis l'ile nu," a Serge Gainsbourg lyric that translates to "You are the wave, I am the naked island."

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I hate my breasts. I don't even know if calling them breasts would be accurate, seeing as they more closely resemble tiny flaps of skin. A friend moved into a new apartment recently, and while over at her new digs, I took the opportunity to use her measuring tape to figure out my figure measurements. 31-24-31.For the Fourth of July holiday, I ended up at some party with the boy, consumed

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But I will.Much has happened since the last time I managed to update this pink mess of a blog...rather, much has happened within the last week. I lived my life one way for two years and now everything's backwards and I've given myself an ulcer and I have stopped wearing a bra.I broke up with Joe last Tuesday. Needless to say, it was a long time coming. Depending on who you ask, this "long time

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My great-uncle Gabe had a family home in Palestine - an olive orchard.  Apparently, it was quite beautiful; when grandparents championed the virtues of the proverbial "old country," this was what they could have been speaking of.His family was evicted around 1948.  It is now a library for israeli children.This was a story my mother always told me.  I suppose one could dispute the veracity of this

Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13316126328094168121noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522869380257283441.post-70852164782237812772008-12-26T14:45:00.002-05:002008-12-26T14:48:50.277-05:00

Christmas was nice.  I got a new camera and I discovered that my grandma has a really nice mink coat.Also my brother got a robot dinosaur.  My father gave my mom a beautiful turquoise ring.  Turquoise symbolizes healing, apparently.  Things are looking up, and I'm very happy.

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Joe Skinner is 6'1" and has blonde hair and green eyes.  He likes contests, Warren Buffett, Pixar, Load Records, and me.

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I woke up this morning from a nightmare - Phil Collins had murdered his entire family.I don't know what that means.  All I know is that I won't be able to listen to his music for a long time...not like I was a big fan to begin with or anything.

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There are more things I don't miss about high school than there are freckles on Little Orphan Annie.But I will admit one thing - I was cool in high school.  I cared about things.  I found as much music as I could get my hands on.  I collected records.  I had my own studio in our cellar, the walls of which were littered with my graffiti.  I took a ton of pictures.  I went to concerts on the

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FOR REAL THIS JUST HAPPENED:Drew (whispering to me in Film Theory): What the hell is she (Prof. Chris Straayer) talking about?Chris Straayer (from podium aaaall the way in front):  Well, what I'm talking about here is Baudrillarde's thoughts on the binary.THE COINCIDENCE IS BLOWING MY MIND

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I'm super depressed.  I missed all of my classes because I couldn't get out of bed.  My room is a mess, I'm freaking out about finals, and I ruined my one meal of the day by undercooking it.Please help.

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In New Media.  We filled out a department evaluation for the first fifteen minutes.  I channeled Rodney Dangerfield in mine, but it's totally true.  The cinema studies department gets no respect.  Fuck Film&TV...we're smarter.After that, a choice quote from Jung Bong Choi: "Well, we've almost reached the end of the semester...and you know people say time flies while you're having fun?  I think it

Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13316126328094168121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522869380257283441.post-57443517778009671572008-12-01T19:19:00.005-05:002008-12-03T19:24:52.861-05:00

A few thoughts:As I walked back from my French class tonight, I saw two sisters from the Missionaries of Charity (Mother Teresa's order) on the corner of 4th ave and 9th st.  Mother Teresa was Albanian.  My French teacher is Albanian.  My French teacher looks like Mother Teresa.Six degrees of separation.  There's this girl named Nona who is in my year at Tisch.  I'm not friends with her, but my

Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13316126328094168121noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522869380257283441.post-1253011812722873992008-11-25T23:05:00.001-05:002008-11-25T23:08:22.899-05:00

Greatest advantage of being home:Garbage disposal.

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I deleted Five this morning. It was too venomous.A few things of note:When I was a child, I read the story of Joan of Arc and once I saw that she was interacting with the Dauphin, I thought it meant "dolphin." So, imagine, me as a six-year-old believing that Joan of Arc was good buddies with some french dolphin. Today in french class, I learned that Dauphin actually means dolphin in french.

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70% off all shoes at Marc today...I got a pair of red leather flats for $54.  Schwing.Also, I saw a pretty great flick last night... Let The Right One In....it's a Swedish vampire film, and it was really sweet and scary and fascinating.  Totally trumps all that Twilight bullshit.

Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13316126328094168121noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522869380257283441.post-84039485120064070662008-11-20T00:15:00.005-05:002008-12-03T19:26:04.868-05:00

Registered for the spring semester today.  It was incredibly frustrating, and my time was during my GenSex lecture on Abu Ghraib - THEREFORE I COULDN'T PAY ATTENTION.  The one pro-arab class all year, and I'm too busy logging in and out of NYUHOME to glean anything from it.Anyway, here's the finished product:Not too bad, but I have no days off :(Aside from that, I went to the Don Hertzfeldt

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I slept for eight hours today.I need to get my life back on track.  I'm depressed.  Everything's messy.In danger of joining a cult.  Please send help and snacks.

Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13316126328094168121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522869380257283441.post-4827687082673344262008-11-17T08:59:00.003-05:002008-11-17T09:14:01.692-05:00

It's 9:00 on a Monday morning.  I haven't slept.A paper is due today for my GenSex class.  I wrote about how Hawaii is a queer state, since no one really gives a shit about Hawaii and they have fabulous luaus.Writing these papers is always fun, mostly because of the language used in queer scholarship."Desire""Mapping onto the body""Foucault-ian institutions of power""Queer time and

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