the forgetting room [entries|friends|calendar] emilytoastwater [ userinfo | livejournal userinfo ] [ calendar | livejournal calendar ]

[26 Oct 2006|05:31pm] post comment

[24 Oct 2006|03:22am] post comment

[25 Sep 2006|08:19pm]    < ( More random photographies. ) 2 comments|post comment

[18 Aug 2006|04:13pm] [ music | Odetta / "Trouble Everywhere" ] So maybe I've saved up all my livejournal-writing brain energy for the single best thing that's happened to me this year.  I saw Bob Dylan again this past Tuesday, & this fucking guy just keeps getting better as he settles into the geriatric years.  He was probably ten times better than last year, & the set list was absolutely amazing.  I think my brain may have imploded a couple of times.  Ok, so that was probably definitely the second-hand pot smoke.  I actually made my way up to being two-people back from the stage, which made it all the more amazing. For the three opening acts, though, I had the misfortune of being stuck behind the tallest guy in the entire stadium.  His drunken wife finally felt sorry for me after she'd had about seven beers & let me move up infront of them.  He opened with Maggie's Farm, and the rest of the set list was as follows: -The Times They Are a Changing -Lonesome Day Blues -Stuck Inside of Mobile w/ the Memphis Blues Again -Love Sick -Watching the River Flow -Desolation Row -Highway 61, Revisited -Forever Young (I cried...seriously...again...) -It's Alright Ma (I'm Only Bleeding) -Don't Think Twice, It's Alright -Summer Days -Like a Rolling Stone (TRIED to not cry...but I totally did) -All Along the Watch Tower So um, if you ever have the chance to see him, DON'T pass it up.  The only really bad thing about being packed into a baseball park full of sweaty, drunk, pot-smoking ex-hippies was the part when I got molested by the exceptionally drunk girl behind me.  She grinded me from behind for maybe the whole last half of the concert, & managed to pour half a cup of what I suspected to be tequila all over my head.  Her boyfriend kept trying to restrain her, but she proceeded to feel me up, and i'm pretty sure I got more action from her that night than her boyfriend ever had.  She finally let up after I got enough room between myself & the sweaty bandanna-clad, santa-esque old man beside me to punch her in the neck with my elbow.  Sometimes you just HAVE to resort to mild violence.  Afterwards I bought the ugliest bootleg tie-dye concert t-shirt ever hocked in a parking lot (haggled the guy down to $15), & then we went to the Huddle House where our waitress was somewhere inbetween Quasi Modo & the old woman from "Throw Momma From the Train". 3 comments|post comment

[20 Jul 2006|02:57am] So it has pretty much been confirmed that I am fucking definitely for sure going to see Bob Dylan (again!) on August 15th in Lexington. Beyond excited.  Totally smuggling in a camera this time. How about that.   1 comment|post comment

[08 Jul 2006|02:20pm] Really, who has time for actual WORDS anymore. Haha, man, I used to have storys for this thing. Too bad i've gotten excessively lazy, & all I do now is work & sleep. Pretty much. Oh, but here's a quick one for ya. Last night at work, we all had to walk out in a huge group escorted by our security guard because some guys held up a Sbarro's pizza at gunpoint in the mall across the street. There's gotta be some kind of desperation in a person to rob a food court restaurant. They even went to the trouble of dressing as security guards. I mean, geez, they could have at least held up one of the three jewelry stores within like five yards of the food court. Stinkin amateurs. Also, I turned twenty on Saturday, & my present from God was that my cat died. Photos are good too, right? ( Read more... ) 1 comment|post comment

[07 May 2006|11:03pm] I held up traffic at a green light in the middle of downtown just to get this...and i am proud. You can see the dignity just draining right out of him. ( More, of course. ) post comment

[05 May 2006|11:54pm] Bowling & such with the roommate & the Princeton cousin. ( Goodness. ) 4 comments|post comment

[28 Apr 2006|05:49pm] . 2 comments|post comment

finally, i suppose. [14 Apr 2006|12:31am] So yeah, there's definitely a story behind this one... ( More? ) 1 comment|post comment

[02 Mar 2006|12:26pm] The other day, around...oh, probably 3:30am, I hear this little peck on my door. I ignored it until the pecking turned into my doorknob being rattled frantically. So I tear myself away from the online Bio lab I had been working on, & find Amy standing outside my door in the dark, wild-eyed & panicked. I gave her what was obviously a "what-the-fuck" look, & she started telling me how she thought she had seen a "wee little man" standing outside my door. You can imagine that I was just the least little bit freaked out. It turned out to be the new spinning DVD tower we'd bought & assembled earlier that night. She was so terrified that the "wee man" was going to get me. So we went & sprawled out in the middle of the living room floor in the dark until Josh woke up at 4am. We took him to work and made a 5am run to GADS, came back & watched Mamma's Family until finally, I gave in to sleep. No wonder I never have the energy to go to class. Oh, but I have gotten back into the habit. I attended Design class yesterday for the first time in a week, & felt a bit better seeing that only five of us had actually shown up. I'm not the class-slacker after all, AND I managed to get completely caught up on all my work. Also, Jeff lured us all into an empty classroom where he had set up a camera, a stool, & a backdrop all too reminiscent of 5th grade yearbook photo day. We all had our mugshots taken for our midterm self-portrait. Geez. Time for Kohl's. 1 comment|post comment

[27 Feb 2006|02:21pm] So I think that maybe I am addicted to skipping class. I need some sort of twelve-step program. 4 comments|post comment

[26 Feb 2006|01:18am] Don Knotts is dead. I am going to go watch The Andy Griffith Show & mourn. 1 comment|post comment

[10 Feb 2006|09:52am] Some traumatic memories just can't be repressed all that easily. For instance, my Design teacher's pants. The most frightening moment, however, had to have been that split second in which he figured, "Hey, these pants are cool. I think I'll buy them, & then totally WEAR them." And then there's the moment where he put them on, looked in the mirror, & then didn't think twice about leaving the house in them. No, no, the most horrific moment by FAR was the one where he's in class, wearing the pants (skin tight, green, & with legs so tapered I'm pretty sure his feet were turning purple) standing infront of me with his fly down, trying nervously to explain precisely how he wanted me to cut the yellow construction paper, & precisely how he wanted me to glue it to the poster board. I guess the pants just couldn't take it anymore. I endured this eye-level crotch unveiling for a good ten minutes while he stuttered & stumbled through his explanations, & God help him, I will never be able to take that man seriously. Not after those pants. ____________ Oh, but good things DO happen to those who wait. Finally, after months (maybe quite possibly a couple of YEARS) of being stared at, grinned at, & having my conversations quietly listened to....My friends, I FINALLY spoke to & introduced myself to our friendly neighborhood coffee house stalker. So, Amy & I went to Spencer's the other night, & just as we had suspected, he was sitting by the window, next to the door, silently typing away on his laptop. I swear to god he can SMELL us coming or something, because he had that creepy, yet welcoming grin & wave waiting for us at the door. This time I'm ready for him & retaliate with an overly cheerful "HI!" Amy & I get our coffee, sit, & carefully discuss our plan of action. When our cups were empty, we headed for the door, & as soon as he looked up, Amy went in for the kill. "Hey! So we see you around alot, but we've never really introduced ourselves. I'm Amy, what's your name?" He is pretty much struck dumb for a few seconds, straightens up in his chair, & finally says, "I'm Ken." They shake hands. I'm really pumped by now & jump in with, "Hey, I'm Whitney!" stick out my hand expecting it to be shaken as well.... Nothin'. He's still so in awe that we've actually spoken to him that he's still staring at Amy. So here I am, left hanging, hand still in mid air, & I decide to try again, "I'm Whitney!" Startled, he turns to me & says, "You're what?" "Whitney." "Oh! Nice to meet you, Whitney." This time he actually shakes my hand. We have, maybe, sixty seconds of small talk, until I inch towards the door & announce that we'd better be on our way. He's still pretty excited, & half yells, "See you at Java!" We left that coffee shop feeling accomplished, and pretty fucking proud of ourselves. So, I'm pretty sure he moisturizes. His hands were unusually soft. At any rate, the ice has been broken, & the door has been opened for many, MANY coffee house adventures. 1 comment|post comment

[31 Jan 2006|03:56pm] Yesterday was an interesting start to my second week of the semester. My Drawing prof. Chalmers kept us entertained with random outbursts about Rhinoceroses in living rooms & being eaten alive by giant cockroaches (except he said it with a bad Cuban accent a-la Scarface: "You dirty co-ck-a-roaches!"). Then there was good ol' Jeff, my Design prof. This time he showed up in filthy, stained work pants rolled up mid-calf with white tube socks pulled all the way up, covering the leg-space between his ragged Chuck Taylors & the pants. What really killed me was the red old man sweater vest over a green plaid shirt. Ah, but I do enjoy him. He came in carrying a 75 pound 80's square boom box complete with tape deck. We were favored with quite an eclectic (& pretty awesome) music selection which included the following: "Death is Not the End" / PJ Harvey & Nick Cave "Voices Carry" / 'Til Tuesday "Solitary Man" / Neil Diamond "People Who Died" / Jim Carroll Band "I Wanna Be Sedated" / The Ramones & "Country Death Song" / Violent Femmes I'm not going to lie, I enjoyed it immensely. What really got me yesterday, however, happened in the elevator of FAC after my last class. It was just me & a middle aged guy (a student, apparently) in a wheelchair, who looked as if he hadn't bathed in months. Hobo-esque, if you will. Well, he rolled himself to the back of the elevator, & I was forced to stand infront of him. Suddenly, around about the 2nd floor, I felt a sharp tug pull me backwards. The first thought that went through my head was, "Oh my god, I am going to have to beat up a homeless guy in a wheelchair for trying to rape me." However, I kept my cool, & turned around to glare at him. Turns out that my backpack had been unzipped, & he took it upon himself to zip it for me. Fucking weirdo. I mean, dammit, what if I had pummeled him in the face with my supply box or something? I could just imagine that scenario. Just as I was nailing him between the eyes, the elevator door would open onto a group of people watching me assault this poor guy in a wheelchair. Actually that would have been pretty freakin hilarious. 7 comments|post comment

[25 Jan 2006|11:19pm] Well, my first week of classes this semester is kind of over...already. I ended up dropping all but two of my actual on-campus classes, & instead am taking three online. Monday pretty much sucked, & included me almost getting run over (there is a definite pattern of that happening lately), falling out of a bathroom (yes, it is possible), & literally fucking colliding with my ex-advisor, John Oaks, while rounding a corner in a mad dash to escape FAC. Other than that, I just wanted to lay down in the middle of the highway & scream at God to GET IT THE FUCK OVER WITH. However. Things DID slightly progress today. I had time to relax & realize that my Drawing II prof. bears a striking resemblence to an unmasked Joker, ala Batman. With osteo. He definitely has the hair, at least. Slicked down in the center to conceal an obvious bald spot, with the sides left to bush out freely, & to monstrous proportions. Add a Brooklyn accent, & there you go. That's the first three hours of my Monday & Wednesday life. Forty minutes later, I get to deal with my Design prof. who obviously is still desperately clinging to his youth. Dude is probably thirty (though he doesn't really look it, & is rather good-looking, that is, until he opens his mouth to speak...) & is still sporting a nose ring, tight Gigantor t-shirts & Dickies. He actually showed up on the first day with a mini mow-hawk. Today he was looking more like a homeless punk rocker. Emphasis on the homeless. Really, I wouldn't be so put off by him if it weren't for his nasal-whine of a voice, chronic stutter, & use of the words "uh" & "ahhhh". Seriously. Today he gave a mini-lecture/slide presentation, & out of boredom I found myself actually counting how many times he said "uh" & "ahhhh". The lecture began at 4:00, & by 4:15 my count was at 117. I could have given his entire 45 minute lecture in fifteen minutes. To say the least...it was bad. 2 comments|post comment

[16 Jan 2006|02:17am] I dug up some old family photos & thought I'd share. Though I am related to most (if not all) of these people, I have no clue who the majority of them actually are. ( Antiquities. ) 8 comments|post comment

Continuation of previous post: [14 Jan 2006|03:16am] The last post was growing a bit long & out of hand. Brace yourselves, however, here are more: ( Imagery, contnd. ) 5 comments|post comment

Doris, you dirty whore. [14 Jan 2006|01:07am] Don't feel like spelling words. HUGE picture post to compensate for prolonged absence. Will make post with full, recognizable sentences in future. ( Imagery. ) post comment

[26 Dec 2005|01:50am] Contrary to popular belief, I have not completely abandoned livejournal. Substantial updates soon (Day-glow Santa!!!). I swear. 3 comments|post comment

navigation [ viewing | most recent entries ] [ go | earlier ]