BIZ

yo gabba gabba is, hands down, the best children's show on television right now

exhibit A:





i think i'm in love.

i go to school with these kids

something i overheard at a party (yes folks...AT A PARTY) a couple of weekends ago that i can't believe i've neglected to share until now:

"oh yeah, i named my blog after this obscure gertrude stein quote i figured no one would recognize"

i should also probably mention the offender was sporting an american apparel vest, the tightest jeans i've ever seen on someone with a penis, and retro-nerd eyewear.

apparently, it gets worse the further downtown you venture. (it's times like these i'm really really glad i don't go to NYU.)

here comes the part where i'm a debbie downer

things standing between me and summer (AKA PAR-EE!!):

-seminar term paper (15 pages)
-comparative politics research design (5 pages)
-human rights policy paper (5 pages)
-english paper (7-10 pages)
-anthro theory take-home final (2 4-5 page essays)
-english exam
-comparative politics exam
-human rights exam

(eeeeeeeeeeeeeeep, let's just fast-forward through this part...ja?)

on a lighter note...

this is the best quote ever, from this past thursday's episode of 30 Rock
"hey nerds, guess who has two thumbs, speaks limited french, and hasn't cried once today? THIS MOI."

aww, me and liz lemon have so much in common

speaking of "limited french," this is what anya sent me after i sent her an e-mail to proofread:

"yo yooo

just had the roomie check it out. he had a kick out of ur french mistakes. he always laughs at me. now he will laugh at u. this new version is good... probably too good though so u can re-make any of the mistakes u see fit. hope that helpsssss

love,
your soon to be french neighbor"

whatevs, yo...a summer in paris is worth the constant ridicule i'll most likely face for my lack of mad french skillz

...isn't it?

eeeeeeeeeeeeeep x infinity

the deed has been done

don't judge me

or, go ahead and judge me. i know i deserve it. but once you're done disapproving, be my friend, because i have none.

missed connections

the missed connections section on craig's list never fails to amuse, which is why i've decided to periodically post listings that especially strike my fancy. starting NOW.

whoever is responsible for today's selection decided to go the creative route. (it even has a title.)

"torch song from chrysler to cloud, a tragedy- w4m"

You were dressed all in wool, and sunset colored.
Soft, but with integrity.
I was in silver, as usual. I only ever wear one color.
But my necklace was flashing in the sun -
my best accessory, the expensive one Grandpa gave Grandma back in the 20's -
chrome eagles to show off my collar bones,
maybe a little more severe than the cameos my cousins wear.
I'm not what you call subtle or shy.
And you noticed. You hung around.
It was rush hour but you weren't in a hurry.
If I could've leaned a little, over to you, I would have.
But I've always had incurably excellent posture.
I'm too tall for company.
I'm too sharp for simple friendship.
Most that go by don't like that.
You... didn't seem to mind.
And I almost relaxed.
But the weather changed.
And you blew away.
Over to Long Island.
I wonder what I could have done to keep you?
(Location: 42 & Lex)


a little later...

this one's good too, only because it's so easy to picture the exact type of person responsible for writing this--

"Angie at Greenpoint loft party. - m4w (Greenpoint)"

You were super sweet and got beers for me and my out-of-town friend. I had to leave abruptly, but I'd like to talk with you more about comic books and radical architecture.

P.S. - I usually don't sit so much.

(oh baby, talk to me about comic books. and radical architecture. all night longgggg.)

W T F

justin bobby's modeling?! gross. i'll never forgive him for toying with audrina's heart...NEVER.

oh, and as reported by bwog:




"Today is BC Spirit Day, and this afternoon, over what was reportedly a less-than-enthralling fireworks display, Barnard announced the new name of the Nexus, its new ominous-sounding student center. The Nexus' new moniker? The Vagelos Center—the name was kindly spelled out in fireworks for all to see.

'We're going to go to THE VAG,' said one exasperated Barnard sophomore."

stupid name choice for a student center on ANY campus...but to pick that for a campus already dedicated to the vag? i'm thinking this might be a mistake.

how do i reach these keeds

"it is at our most challenging times that we must cheat our very hardest"

you can be my wingman, anytime

first things first...



someone fooled me into watching top gun this weekend. most of you have probably seen, but for those of you who haven't had the pleasure...everything you've ever heard about it being the most homoerotic picture to come out of late twentieth century American cinema is all too true. the sexual tension between maverick and iceman is palpable, and frankly, they really should have made out. at least. maybe then that shit would be worth watching.

second, i'm totally listening to d'angelo's "untitled (how does it feel)" right now, which obviously makes me think about the music video (in which he spends the entire song naked from the waist up, making sweet, sweet love to the camera.) apparently, he went kind of crazy as a direct result of that video. i guess d'angelo felt pressured to maintain that supa-fly physique, and began exercising obsessively and became depressed and has yet to put out another album.



this is what i've been told. i'm pretty gullible, so it's quite possible the person who told me this was just effing with me...but i'd like to think it's the truth. that's some dramatic ish right there.


on a more serious note (not that there's anything more serious than d'angelo's self-confidence issues):

the new yorker abstract

ahh, nadia is BRILLIANT, and i can't believe people are still talking about this. it's highly unfortunate that such an awesome professor could get so caught up in silly university politics. thank god she's got her tenure now, so it's all good in the proverbial hood.

i'm outskis, but more later every buddy!

formal introduction

PERHAPS i should introduce myself. fun facts are probably the best way to go about doing this:

-my name is BA, but my hobo name is pamela chickeneggs (true story)
-i was born march 26, 1987 in mesquite, texas, which i have been told is right outside dallas?
-i can say the alphabet backwards, really fast
-i have green eyes
-my favorite foods include buttercream icing and guacamole
-when i was four, i informed my parents i wanted to be one of the fly girls on in living color when i grew up
-my hobbies include: pilates, downloading music illegally, part-time nannying, thinking about what i would be reading right now if i had the time to read for fun, looking up flights online, swiffering

and now...everything is illuminated

sometimes i blog part ii

a haiku for you, referencing something discussed during last night's post:


UNTITLED
my new eff-buddy
listens to shitty music
should i end it now?

sometimes i blog

...but, as evidenced by the progress i've made so far with this baby, even the "sometimes" is a bit of an exaggeration. a better title for this entry would be..."sometimes i think about potential blog posts, but then realize they really aren't that great after all and wind up not writing anything."

however:

things are looking up as of late.

please note:
-i'm now 21, which means i can legally spend money i don't actually have on drinks all over the city...niceeeee
-i leave for PARIS in one month and nine days.
-apparently, there's hope for me and my anthropology degree (according to alums i chatted with doing the 'networking' thang last night)
-i stumbled across (...ha) the myspace page of the guy i've hooked up with the past three weekends.

--as a direct result of said discovery, am now contemplating a return to wonderfully creepy world of emo self-portraits, stalkers, and spam, mostly so i can friend him/freak him out
--as another result of said 'discovery' (who are we kidding...i spent a good five minutes searching that shit), i've come to realize that people can seem really fucking lame online. case in point: his profile features cascading photographs of his favorite movies (wedding crashers, the ring) and bands (brand new, saves the day). he also lists "shopping" as one of his main interests.
...ugh?

perhaps i'm being too judgmental. i mean. in real LIFE he's pretty hot. and seems cool/funny/smart enough. yet, given that i see him only on the weekends, while intoxicated, it's hard not to replace the few memories i do have of him with this myspace persona of his.

to sum up: OMG4 LYFE

anyveys, more to come, i promise

love you betches