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Monday, September 1st, 2008
11:34 pm	And here...we....GO. So, I've been back at Hofstra for 3 days, and already I'm close to a nervous breakdown. I don't know why, I guess I just feel like I'm developing a reputation, and one that I don't really want. I'm already trying to avoid people because of unfinished business, but there are certain things I NEED to do before I'm ready to move on with my life. That being said, I apologize to everyone if I become distant in the coming weeks. I sometimes just need to be alone and think. Today was Labor Day, and I decided against going home. I weighed the options, the comparative cost of what it would take to get home to what I would actually get out of it....and the result was that I should just stay on Long Island. Sure, I miss the parade and the fireworks, and sure, I need to go back eventually because there was a SHITLOAD of things I forgot, but they'll have to wait. I went over to visit Missy at the radio station tonight, and almost had a panic attack. I walked into the studio, and there were a bunch of people there, and I freaked out bcause I knew that she was going to make me speak on-air. Now, I don't know if it was the fact that all I had to eat today was a cheap-ass burger from the school BBQ, or if it was the sudden stage fraight that struck, but it all just hit me at once. I realized that in my one-and-a-half years at WRHU, i have NEVER gone on-air. I've always been the guy behind the board for the irish country show. And after being away from the station for 3 months and then to be put on the spot to talk, I kind of lost it, feeling faint, weak, dizzy...again, probably the hunger, but the nerves didn't help. Long story short, ended up not going on, but promising Missy I would before the end of the semester. Which I guess I should, since I'm not exactly taking advantage of the opportunities at hand here. It's like i said to someone back home over the summer...I guess I'm just mroe comfortable behind the scenes. But this brings me back to the whole reputation thing. I just want to step out from the shadows, but doing that requires me to go way outisde my comfort zone. This isn't just at school, but also back home. All summer, I've been trying to step out from my own father's shadow. Even on my freelance jobs, i'm known as "Bill's son." I am not my own person yet. Branching from that, I still don't know ANYTHING about the real world. I've lost 2 grandparents in the past six months, and it just proved, especially the last one, that it can happen to anyone, at anytime. After my grandmother passed, I was basically tailing my dad to try to figure out what the hell was going on. I don't know the first thing about life insurance or funeral arragements, or even how to pay my own damn taxes, so if something were to happen to him or my mom, I wouldn't know what to do. And then it would just be my aunts and uncles coming to help me, but I would still be "Bill's son", and they would treat me like a child. My aim is to prevent that. My aim is to learn about life before I get there. I have a lot of changes that I need to make to my life before I can safely say that I'm happy, or even content, with my own existence. I'm twenty years old, and I don't want to be treated like a child any longer, I'm trying to pull my own weight, but first I need to learn what that consists of, and how to do it. The real world is two more years away, but the more prepared I am, the better it will be. Time to go to bed....Class starts tomorrow. Joy. G'nite all. -Frey Current Mood: frustrated Current Music: Why So Serious? - TDK Soundtrack (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, July 1st, 2008
11:37 pm	rough week. My brother and I went to breakfast this morning at Sherban's with my dad and uncle. None of us could eat anything, though. Shortly after, we met up with my dad's other siblings (sans Mary) at McCriskin's, to discuss arrangements. For awhile, I wanted to try to get a job there. But after this, I don't think I could handle it. We decided on flowers, prayer cards, etc. (and by "we" i mean my dad and his brothers...until their sister showed up an hour later). I finally saw the showroom there...some of those caskets get really crazy. And if you're a fan of making statements, perhaps the urn shaped like a V-twin engine will brighten your darkest days. After that was all settled, we all moved on to the next daunting task: going to the house. In addition to finding things to bring to the wake, there was something more important: taking a good look at what we're in for. Grandma just kind of dropped off the face of the earth, leaving business unfinished and even laundry undone. I have no idea what happens next. The family then just dispersed and went their separate ways. Peter had to go pick up his wife and daughter at the airport, and then find a plac to stay for the night (I think they stayed at Charlie's). My dad and I went to the hospital to see mom, but not after stopping by the eye center to find out that in order to "fix" my glasses, i'd need to buy a new frame. Joy, more money. When we finally got to the hospital, mom was still in the ER. Since last night. They were doing a bunch of tests and stuff, and kept saying they had a room available for her, but she was still there until about 4:30, when they moved her upstairs. I'm really worried about her. She's apparently being very uncooperative, not straightforward, and not answering questions truthfully. Example: my dad and i were sitting there as she was talking to the doctor. The doctor asked if she was on any medication. She said "No." "Not at all?" "No." My dad corrected and said that there was a whole list of things she's on. Whether the answer was involuntary or the result of potential embarassment, we have no idea. I'm just...really worried. Summer Drama sent us one of those Edible Bouquets...I don't know when we're all going to have the stomach to eat it. I stopped at rehearsal for a little while, just to say hi to everyone and try to get my mind off it. But of course that didn't work, because everyone just comes up and goes "oh, i'm so sorry" or some people don't know, and you end up explaining it to them anyway. It feels good to talk about it, but at the same time i feel guilty because this person is having this depressing story dumped on them. This is why i hate it when people say "i'm sorry" after the fact. What do you say to that? Went to Wendy's, then the Duquettes with Britt, Nate, and Chris. We watched their English projects on youtube, after I explained everything that's happened in the past few days to Chris's mom. I'm getting sick of telling this story. So hopefully people read this eventually. Ariel comes tomorrow. Maybe there is some hope for my week. -Frey Current Mood: exhausted Current Music: Say What you Need to Say - John Mayer (1 Comment |Comment on this)
12:21 am	I fucking give up. I've been up for roughly 19 hours, and not exactly sure what to feel. Everything going on just seems so...surreal. The past 72 hours have been a fucking blur, and as of yet, the skies don't seem to be clearing up soon. I hate 5am phone calls from the hospital...which is exactly what happened this morning. After getting to sleep at about 2, my dad wakes me up to say that they're having issues keeping Grandma's BP at a decent number. Great. Just what we all need to wake up to. So I changed my shirt, put pants on, grabbed my brother, and left. I stopped to see if my mom wanted to go, but she didn't. So we just went. I drove Pop-Pop's car over there, because mine was out of gas (rather ironic in hindsight). We get there, and meet up with my dad in her room. The room overlooking not only the inside wall of the hospital, but also the "Haven Hospice"...a nice little garden designed to make the terminally ill feel a little better. They had managed to hang another IV full of something to stabilize her blood pressure, but it was pretty much prolonging the inevitable. Nine overwhelming and heart-wrenching hours later, after the rest of the family had shown up and passed the time swapping anecdotes and stories, Katherine Seesselberg was pronounced....deceased...at about 2pm. All that was left was for the family to decide to pull the venthilator. However, we found out shortly after that she was an organ donor...so they couldn't disconnect anything until after they had gone to the OR to harvest her organs. Which, even at the time i'm writing this, hasn't happened yet. Gotta love the prompt service of hospitals. Almost immediately after getting the final declaration, I got a call from my other grandmother asking me to come back and help her get my mom off the couch. She's been having a lot of health issues lately. I still wanted to say goodbye, but i had to go home first. So I told everyone that i would be back as soon as i could. I get home to find out that my mom was essentially having a nervous breakdown. I don't think she's eaten anything for a few days, and she was sort of delirious, laughing about everything, not answering questions, and just having trouble walking down the hallway...We managed to help her down the hallway, but then i had to go. I needed to say goodbye. It should also be noted that my mom knew nothing at this point about what had just happened at the hospital. Nana wouldn't let me tell her, for fear that it would rile her up even more. So...i didn't. I raced back to the hospital in the van (Nana had jsut yeled at me for using Pop-Pop's car), and as I drove into the parking lot, I passed a lot of the family leaving. My dad and brother were still there, so i went up with them ( I also had to get my stuff, since i left it there to go home before). When we got to the room, I asked to go in by myself. I hate talking to dead people when others are around...even if it's family. After the dam burst, some nurse came in, followed by some therapist lady, and then my brother. we sat there and waited, and finally the nurse left. I wanted to kick that therapist in the throat, though. I asked her if we could just have a few minutes alone. She was like "Oh, yea, sure, i'll keep the room empty for yu guys for a little while. I'm soooo sorry..." She jsut sounded so fake. I fucking hate hospital grief counselors. Finally, after my brother, dad, and I all said our own individual goodbyes, we all went home. I should have just taken a nap, but I really needed to get out. So I ended up going over Tristan's with he, Cassie, and Leslie. the Duquettes and Siobhan met up with us there later, and we all played Battle of the Sexes again. Fun stuff, But my team lost again. Which is bad, because I was a girl last time. Maybe I'm just bad luck. We spent the next 2 hours trying to figure ou whether or not we wanted to order pizza. We ultimately ended up deciding it wasn't worth it, because by the time we came to any sort of conclusion, all the restaurants were closed. cassie, Siobbhan, Mike, and Chris left, and then Lesley, Jimmy, Tristan, and I went to 7-11. I just really wanted a taquito. They dropped me off after meeting up with Max at 7-11, and I get in the door to find out that my mom had been taken to the hospital just an hour and a half ago. She wasn't responding to questions from the EMTs, and was jus kindof out of it. We just got a call a little while ago saying they were still in the ER but she was being admitted and tested for stroke, depression, etc.  The irony of all this is that today was my parents' anniversary. On top of that, we look in the mail today to find an anniversary card from Grandma. Postmarked Saturday. She always had a wonderful sense of timing. I'm just not sure what to do anymore. I've been shadowing my dad these past few days trying to figure out what the hell happens with all this, but we're all just as confused. I'm going over to the funeral home with them tomorrow to figure things out. Then probably to go see my mom, at the same hospital we just spent the past three days. Who knows, I just might go to rehearsal tomorrow. Two grandparents lost in 4 months, a funeral and a national holiday in the coming weekend, and another immediate family member back in the hospital. After 20 years of luck, only losing one great-grandparent, I guess the powers that be are catching up. Let the fun begin. Current Mood: cynical Current Music: Ben Folds (Comment on this)
Sunday, June 29th, 2008
10:41 pm	Someone up there is pretty damn spiteful. What a beautiful goddamn Sunday. I got up at about 8 to go to breakfast with my dad, and go set up mics at the theatre. After not finishing my steak & eggs at a diner, (the steak seemed a little too pink for my taste), we went over to the theatre. My dad helped me set up mics for more shows going on today, and left me to watch the place while he ventured to the hospital. I was there from 10am, but the people who were renting the place weren't coming until noon. So I took a nap. About 45 minutes later, Bill (another guy from the theatre), came to help out, as well as clean the gutters. A few minutes later, we started talking, and Lauren, yet another rent-a-techie, got there. We were sitting around talking, when i got a call from my dad. "Call your mother and get over here...it's just about over..." *click* My father tends to be a real theatre person sometimes. He made it sound like they were pulling the plug right at that moment. They weren't. However, "we need to go NOW" in my house roughly translates to "oh, we need to wait 45 minutes for mom to get ready." When she was finally travel-ready, we jetted over to the hospital where we found....that nothing had changed. Just my dad and uncle sitting in there with her, lying there peacefully. She's still hooked up to all the equipment, but not for much longer. We were there until around seven. in that time, My grandfather (her ex-husband) and his wife came to the hospital, as well as a few of my dad's friends, and some cousin i've never met in my life. Later on, my uncle Peter and his son Charlie from Texas flew in and met us at the hospital. Everyone broke down upon seeing her for the first time. Especially Peter, because he, aside from being the youngest of her 5 children, was having all this dumped on him after being jetlagged and travel-worn from another trip he just finished a day ago. On top of THAT, I'm sure he never expected the first time he would see his mother in 2 years was on her deathbed. Aunt Mary still never showed up. Never returned any phone calls, and no one's talked to her since yesterday. Hopefully she'll come up tomorrow. As for the update on her health, she's too far gone for anything good to come of heroics. The pressure and blood saturation in her skull has just gotten worse overnight. There's nothing left to do. My uncles and grandfather met up in a consultation room to discuss the options: declare her braindead according to the results of the test that they did today, and pull the plug, or wait until tomorrow, when after doing the same test again, the state will declare her brain dead, and all the family needs to do is decide to pull the tubes. I know they both sound like exactly the same option, but waiting until tomorrow lifts the weight of declaring her brain death from the family, making a microscopically slight difference in dealing with it. It also gives time for Mary to show up, because Peter didn't want to make any decisions until she got there. It's a shame she's damn near impossible to get in touch with. It's been a rough weekend, and tomorrow is not going to make things better. Tomorrow is also my parents' anniversary. My family always has such impeccable timing. -Frey Current Mood: distressed Current Music: On My Own - The Used (Comment on this)
2:09 am	You want an update? Fine. Life's a bitch. For those of you that have been complaining that i don't update too often, here's why: sometimes i like to go outside and step away from the screen. It's not often, but it happens. You should all try it sometime, instead of whining about who lost fucking American Idol or what emo band's myspace is now the most popular, or how many new bumper stickers you got. fuck that shit. GO THE FUCK OUTSIDE. With that out of the way, let me tell you about my wonderful day: 9:04 am: get up to go running. Goddamn I'm slow now. A course that used to take me 15 minutes now takes me 10 minutes longer. 10:00 am: Take a shower, then head over to EVP to help set up some show that was going on today and tomorrow. Hey, it's money.  As the day went on, i felt more and more guilty about missing Britt's Graduation party for work. But I really need money. 11:00am: Overhear something about my Grandma passing out at the post office. I'm told it's nothing serious. 5:30pm: Leave the theatre with my mom and brother to go to the hospital, because my car was blocked in. Get there to find my dad, Uncle Charlie, Aunt Mary, and even the mysteriously estranged Uncle Bob, surrounding my grandmother laying there in a fucking coma. Apparently, the incident at the post office was the result of some kind of stroke. Then she fell and smacked her head on the floor, which didn't exactly help matters. Apparently one person tried to help her, and called my dad from her phone. ONE. PERSON. as for the rest of the post office patrons? They just stood their in line holding their packages like idiots (pun intended). She was lucid at that point, but then she went from semi-lucid, to amnesia, to speaking nonsense, to coma within 2 hours of arriving at JFK hospital. When i got there, she had already been out for a few hours. The neurologist showed us the CT scan, and basically the entire left side of her brain was filling with blood, causing pressure on her brain stem. This in turn caused her eye receptors to be nonresponsive, among other things. Then the doctor(s) gave the ultimatum: there were 2 options: let her stay like this, put her on some drugs and hope it drains, and basically just let things play out, or surgery. Either case, from what i understand, would leave her unable to speak/respond/communicate in any way verbally, as well as unable to control half her body. Joy. Long story short: She'll never be the same again. I sat there and talked with my family, caught up with my cousin who i haven't seen in over 2 years, and then just sat there. That's all any of us could do, really. So at about 9pm, i figured i should just leave. There was nothing i could do, so why sit there? Sometimes you need to get away from the situation. 9:30pm: I dropped my brother off at my cousin's grad party, and then continued over to Britt's. Sure, I was 9 hours late and missed all the food and swimming, but I  just needed to be around people that I liked. Even though I ended up sitting by myself for a good 20 minutes pondering what the hell to do with myself. Cassie came over and talked to me...i explained what happened and just let loose. It was the most emotional I was all day. They invited me to go see WALL-E, and even though i didn't have money, Chris paid. The movie was really good...i let a tear or 2 flow a few times. Those Pixar movies just get to me sometimes. So that's about it for now. I might update more about what happens, and I might not. I just don't want this to make for 2 in six months. And i'm not talking about journal entries. I'm going to bed. Long week ahead, and I need to work at the theatre tomorrow anyway. 'Nite all. -Frey PS: I love my friends. A lot. Current Mood: exanimate Current Music: The Ascent of Stan - Ben Folds (Comment on this)
Wednesday, April 23rd, 2008
1:28 am	This week is off to a bad start... Okay, so here's the skinny on what's been going on: This past weekend (4/18-4/20) was Comic-Con in NYC. Amazing time. on Saturday, both Ariel and I dressed up, and it was awesome. She was in her catwoman getup from Halloween, and we didn't get more than 10 feet in the door before being stopped by crazed comic fans for pictures. My costume was slightly more subtle: I managed to build a small glowing ring to put on my chest as part of a Tony Stark / Iron Man deal, and it worked out pretty well. I had a bunch of LEDs hooked up to a 12v battery pack in my back pocket, and it looked pretty good...however, only those who were paying attention could really see it. But those who did really liked it. However, I think Ariel's was better. Among the panels we attended was an Incredible Hulk preview, which showed some clips, a new trailer, and even managed to confirm a certain rumor about a certain character making a cameo from another film. Fun stuff. Following that, there was a new TDK trailer...also quite epic. I was debating with myself as to whether or not I should stay for the TDK thing at first though, because I wasn't sure if I wanted to see it. I mean, I love new footage as much as the next guy, but I didn't want to see anything of Two-Face if they showed it (which they didn't, thankfully.) I mean, I want to go into this movie with some sort of ignorance, so that i'm more surprised. The veil of the Joker's image was ruined for me in that respect already, if not through the leaked photos and Empire cover then through Heath Ledger's memoirs. So I was relieved that they didn't show anything TOO integral. It was still an awesome screening though. On a lesser note, we also attended a ReBoot panel with co-creator Gavin Blair. You know, that show that took place in a computer, early 90s, completely CGI, with the "Warning...Incoming Game" and all that? Yea, that one. Well, apparently they're bringing it back. Sometime in the next 2 years, after they figure out a way to both appease the old fanbase as well as acquire a new one. Because let's face it: that show was awesome when we were kids, and in the back of our minds, we may wish that it were back on the air, but sometimes, if you watch old episodes of shows like that, you can't help but ask yourself "What the hell was I thinking?" Oh well, i still love it. The last panel we went to on Saturday was an AVP:R panel, simply to say hello to Dave's dad and his business partner (who barely remembered me anyway). Anyway, that was fun. Then we went and gorged at McD's (for me, it was the first time in about 4 months...i had given it up as a New Year's resolution, but I was just so Desperate for food, I didn't care. Yay willpower. Sunday, I wish I had managed to get up early enough to go into the city...because apparently there was a Harold and Kumar 2 panel, and I missed an encounter with the one and only NPH. Oh well, better luck next time. Actually, I think that opens this week...I should get in touch with people and relive the old days...only now I can legally go see it.  Other than that, We went to the mall, and I bought Hard Candy...that movie with Ellen Page and the kid-toucher, as well as actual hard candy in the form of Warheads. Yeah, Warheads. Haven't seen those since the 90's. I also got freeze-dried ice cream. I love overpriced candy stores.  ANYWAY....i'm rambling. moving on. MONDAY: this is where things start to go downhill. We had off from school (yay Passover at a primarily Jewish university!) So I decided to go over and start editing this tribute package thing for Thursday Night Live (which I realize I should have started about 4 months ago, but who's counting? Anyway, at about 4pm, I decide to go get some food as well as costume stuff, since the show opens in 2 weeks ( PLUG-O-RAMA: idk if i mentioned this in the last entry, but i'm now in Hofstra's production of Musical of Musicals, which is being performed on may 5&6 at 8, in the JC Adams Playhouse). I also happened to have rehearsal that night, so I needed to get back by 7. Seems like a simple enough task, right? If you answered "yes," you forget that I have the tantrum-throwing car from hell. After going to Savers to get costume shtuff (God I love thrift stores), we decide to go try to get food at Checkers (a burger place right down the road from the school). While we're there, we're stuck waiting in line behind these two women arguing with the manager about the fact that the pregnant one didn't get the right change. Now bear in mind, this was over less than a dollar in change, and the woman is eating her meal at the window as she argues. After 20 minutes of this lady calling the manager a "stupid immigrant who can't add", the line starts moving again. We get our food, and walk out. In their defense, despite the fact that it was a horrible first experience there, It wasn't the restaurant's fault. Some people just shouldn't be allowed in public places. We then walk back out to my car, and I go to start, it, and.....nothing. No sound, no click, noengine trying to turn over. Just...dead silence. When I take the key out of the ignition, the alarm goes off (for the the first time in 7 years), and then dies with the sound of a toy robot who was just dropped in a bath tub, warped screams and all. My car LITERALLY DIED in the parking lot of Checkers. Fuck. So I call AAA, and they send a guy ("within the hour", of course). He gets there, gives my car a jump, and tells me I might as well get a new battery, because the one I have is shot (a fact that had been previously confirmed to me by three NYC sanitation workers who were standing behind us in line and came over to check out the situation. I'm pretty sure they thought i was an idiot though, because I'm just a stupid college kid whose parents let him bring the car back to school. Oh well...not like I'll ever see them again.) As far as the necessity of a new battery, I'm pretty sure they were right, because the damn thing has been living off of JumpStarts for the past 6 or 8 years... So I drive over to Pep Boys to have them replace the battery. an hour and  a half later ( by this point, I had completely missed rehearsal), they installed the new battery, and I go to pay for it....and my credit card is declined. Several times. So I can't pay for the $95 purchase, and end up asking Ariel to pay for it, and promise to pay her back. So she does, and i promise to get her money back as soon as i can. We leave the shop, and not 5 minutes later, I'm driving down the street on the way back to the school, and the car stalls out, and dies in the middle of the road. At a traffic light. WTF??? After a good deal of swearing, I call Pep Boys all pissed off, and start yelling at them "Look, I just left the shop not 5 minutes ago, and I don't know what you guys did, or didn't do, but all i know is that my car is sitting in the middle of raffic right now, dead. They transfer me to their tow service thingy, and the representative starts to ask me questions, like "Are you with your car now in a safe place?"  "NO, I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF FUCKING TRAFFIC!" "oh, would you like me to call 9-1-1?" "no, I don't need you to call 9-1-1, I just need a tow truck so that I can get this fixed." "ok, we can send someone out to bring you back to Pep Boys, but you do know that it will cost $69.95, and will be added to your bill." "WHAT???? FUCK THAT! I'm not even half a mile away from the damn store, and you guys screwed me over with this...I just paid a hundred dollars to get my fucking battery replaced, and it's screwed up, so i'm not paying another 70  bucks to tow me 400 feet back." "Sir, i don't work with the store, I just send out the trucks. would you like me to send someone out?" "yea, sure, whatever...I just need to get out of this." "okay, someone will be there in about an hour." *click* "FUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!!" So yea, there we are, waiting in the middle of the street, directing traffic away from my disabled vehicle. I think four cops drove by, none of whom did ANYTHING, even stop or slow down to see what was going on. America's finest, right there. A few minutes later, though, some nice guy pulled over to help us push our car into the gas station across the street. At least we were out of the road. What a nice man. We waited there for the tow truck, and the guy came, jumped the car with a little booster pack thing, and then it ran for about 5 minutes and stopped. He said that we were covered if we towed the car back to Pep Boys, but anywhere else and he'd have to charge. Pep Boys was about to close at that point, so I just said screw it, i'll call AAA. They inally came ("within the hour"), and picked up the car to tow back to the nearest AAA Service Station, where it's been waiting overnight. Ariel and I were stranded at the gas station at this point, so we just called Cliff for a ride. When we got back to the campus, I checked my Bank statement to see if i had enough money to pay Ariel back for the battery, $47. What the hell? I called the garage today to see what was going on with the car, which they still have no idea. However, I did find out where the money went from my account that rendered me incapable of paying for a damn car battery. I had dropped off my film on wednesday at the lab, and it took two phone calls today to find out whether they had shipped it already and charged my card. Apparently it's processed, and they shipped it out last night. Good news, right? They charged my card for $210 without telling me, and shipped it to my house. Even though I circled the shipping address at the school numerous times. *sigh*. So now I may need to make an impromptu trip out to NJ this week, on top of all this other shit, like the TNL package, which they want a rough cut of by tomorrow, and a fine cut by friday. Joy. Well, this has been a rather lengthy entry, but I should get to bed. Tomorrow is a monday schedule, and I have more classes on monday than any other. Fuck my life. -Frey Current Mood: bitchy (Comment on this)
Wednesday, January 2nd, 2008
11:26 pm	Blah. Well, I woke up this morning to find out that I wasn't doomed to be here alone (for at least a week) after all. I walked out of my room this morning to find Sean in his. We rejoiced (or at least as much as I could after just having rolled out of bed), and then i took a shower and went off to class. I can barely pay attention for one hour in a class taught in English, so naturally there is no hope for me to stay  awake in a class that's nearly 4 hours long and taught completely in a foreign language (Italian, in case you didn't know). And of course, we had to be stuck in the same furnace of a room that I had for Italian last semester. And sure enough, I started to doze off a couple times, which wasn't a very good thing, as i was sitting near the front of the class. Here's to hoping I can stay awake tomorrow. I may have to break one of my resolutions early, and down a Red Bull or two before class tomorrow. Every little bit helps. After class, i decided to stop by Dempster to see what was up. One of my resolutions/goals this year was to be more active in the whole radio station thing, so I stopped by there and realized that I feel even more out of place there than ever. I'm trying to be involved, but I seem to be more afraid to talk to people, and willing to settle with a simple engineering slot every other Saturday (which, by the way, I have to get back. yay schedule changes!) After another realization of hopelessness, I stopped by the Equipment Room to see if George was there, and if he had any tips for how to go about cleaning/restoring the 16mm projector i have sitting in my closet. Yea, we were hunting for treasure in the theatre again over break, and managed to find an old Bauer P5. Hehe. This was also the same night that I went to the Thrift store with my uncle and managed to find a GameCube for 3 dollars (literally). However, it was just the system, so i need to Buy cables, and such, so that's another side project of mine. ANYWAY, George wasn't there (he's apparently in india for something...go figure), so I left. After getting back to the room and zoning out for 3 hours, Sean came back and we went on a lunch adventure, ending up at Houlihan's. I was there once a few years back, and apparently liked it, because they kept sending me coupons that I had signed up for, but never went back to use. And after sitting down and looking at the prices, I immediately realized why that was. Sean and I both ended up ordering the French dip, which was kind of weird, because we seem to be turning into the same person. CURSE YOU, CLOSE LIVING QUARTERS!!! (and my strange habit of picking up other people's personality traits). Oh well. Life goes on. We then decided to crash Best Buy, and looked around there for awhile. I was going to buy From Russia With Love for the PS2 (for $10!), but the line was too long, so I just decided to forget it. then we came back, watched tv for awhile. Sean passed out, and due to my impeccable sense of timing, I started my homework abotu 5 minutes after he fell asleep, and managed to finish an assignment at the exact moment he woke up and jumped off the bed (in one swift motion). In an attempt to relieve out boredom and give me a break, we went to Dutchie's to get junk food. Continue TV watching, and here we are. I still have one more thing to do for class, and then get to sleep, because I not only need to sit through another agonizing class, but also pack for a trip to CT until Sunday for a film shoot. And then leave tomorrow night. w00t. So yea, I'm outtie. Toodles! -Frey P.S. this might be my last entry for a couple days, due to the whole Connecticut thing. but when I come back, so will the return of MOVIE REVIEWS!!! and there are quite a few of them... Current Mood: tired Current Music: The James Bond Theme? (Comment on this)
Tuesday, January 1st, 2008
11:57 pm	I have GOT to stop doing this... Well, another year, another attempt to start anew. Well, I actually have an excuse this time for not updating in so long.  The email address I used to sign up for this site has been shut down, so when I forgot my password...it sent it to an account that I no longer have access to. Luckily, I had written the password down somewhere, and stumbled upon it. The same thing happened with MySpace, only I wasn't as lucky that time. They actually change the password before sending the info to you. I've got to stop using so many different passwords. Anyway... This journal is going to be temporary anyway, because I'm just trying to find another venue to vent. I'm in the process of trying to get my own site up and running, but in the meantime, I have been deemed the "extreme sports guru" on our other blog at www.pacinogotgold.blogspot.com Moving on, I managed to host yet another semi-successful New Year's Eve party, which was infinitely better than past years. I had set up 3 TVs in the living room, connected to a Wii, PS2 (complete with guitar hero, of course, and an Atari respectively (yeah, that's right, REALLY old school). In addition to that, I also had xFold more room, since I decided to move the freakin' coffee table for once! Best decision ever made 5 minutes before a party. WORST decision? Giving a bunch of senior-age high school and college kids bags of confetti, and failing to mention the little detail that they're for throwing OUTSIDE. You just can't teach common sense. Heh. Even though we spent the evening pretending to be rock stars and accidentally slugging each other in the face (yay interactivity!), and watching Dick Clark on the edge of out seats to see if he would croak at midnight... it was still pretty fun. Compared to previous years, I was much less stressed, surprisingly, which was weird, because I tend to stress easily. And playing host to a group of 20+ people in a house designed to hold less than half that amount can be kind of pressing. So after vacuuming up the 6 now-empty packages of confetti at 3am, I continued packing until 4:30. Now I'm back at college, bored out of my mind, stuck in a deserted dorm building because I had the brilliant idea of taking a January class. I have 2 weeks of solitude to look forward to, which I guess I kind of need. Maybe it will be relaxing...except for the 4-hour italian class (4 days a week), countless hours of homework, senior film shoots I'm working on, and just trying to survive without a meal plan... On second thought, I may lose my mind. Happy 2008! I have class at 9AM! WOOOT! -Frey Current Mood: optimistic Current Music: Just the Girl (Comment on this)
Sunday, September 2nd, 2007
10:47 pm	JEFF'S CALIFORNIA ADVENTURE (continued)!!!! OK, sorry, busy few days. On with the rest of my Los Angeles Tale. TUESDAY: DISNEYLAND! After getting about four hours of sleep because we had to get up at 6am, we went to Universal to meet up with Dave's friend Spencer and began our trek to Anaheim. After getting there at about 9:30, we wandered around for awhile. This was my first trip to any sort of Disney establishment, and thus I was like a 19-year-old in a candy store. Ironically, my first Disney ride ever was on Mr. Toad's Wild meth lab--i mean, Wild Ride. Heh. After a little while, we met up with another friend of Dave's, Dorothy, and her two friends. We perused the lands of the Happiest Place on Earth for  about an hour before somehow breaking away from the rest of the group. It was kind of weird at first, because I was there with a bunch of people who had been there before, some many many times. I went on quite a few rides, including Pirates, Winnie the Pooh's wild acid trip, matahorn, and Space Mountain. When we were waiting in line for Space, we were looking at this huge reactor-looking thing hanging from the ceiling, and on one of the label plates, in very small letters, we saw the truth as to how Disneyland can keep producing so much wattage per day: "Slave Drive Power Unit." I mean, I knew Walt Disney was an anti-semite, but come on now. And what trip to Disney would be complete without the traditional go-round on "It's a Small World?" apparently I looked ill, because at one point, Dorothy turned around to me (we had all regrouped by this point), and asked "are you okay? you're like sweating.." I wasn't, but whatever. I guess I looked a little too wide-eyed and giddy, easily explained by the fact that I was taking in 19 years of absent childhood at once. Everything then became clear when I let them in on the fact that I had never been to Disney before.  We stayed there until it closed...midnight. freakin' 15 hours of Disneyland. It was worth the wait. WEDNESDAY: After bullshitting around all day and hanging out at the mall near Dave's house, we went to visit his dad on-set at the Paramount backlot. They were working on pick-ups for AVP2. I just thought that we were just going to visit, but after we were standing there for awhile, the Assistant Director saw us standing there and decided to put us to work. "We need people to slime this thing...you two, come here." So, long story short, I ended up working on a 40-million-dollar movie over my vacation. Nowhere near enough to get screen credit, but I have photographic evidence that I was actually there. Of course, I can't show anyone those pictures until after Christmas...but you should all go see it so that I can point out the little 2-second thing we did. Although, with my luck, they'll cut the whole damn shot. THURSDAY: Dave took me to his dad's shop, and showed me around for awhile. I was floored by the whole gallery of things they've done, and just the amount of films that they've worked on...and the fact that I've actually heard of them. We went to lunch at In-N-Out Burger...the greatest fast-food chain in existence today. We need some of them over here on the East Coast. Later, we just wandered around Hollywood again, checking out a few magic stores and a bookstore. No celeb sightings this time though. When we got back to Daves, we decided to go to a place called U-Wink for dinner. It's a really awesome place, and I wish they had one out here, but it's totally promoting antisocial behavior: there's a touchscreen at the table, through which you order your food, drinks, and refills. While you wait, you can play games. The only time you have to associate with a member of the staff is when you get your table. After that, you're at the mercy of the touchscreen. There was one family that came in and sat at the table across from us; parents on one side, kids on the other, and they didn't say a word to each other the entire night. God, I love America. FRIDAY: My flight left at noonish, so Dave and his mom dropped me off at LAX around 10. I checked in and got to my terminal and everything, and who should I meet but Mike Lawson, a guy I know from college. Only a member of my family would run into someone they knew in the middle of an airport on the other side of the country. He ended up sitting 3 seats behind me on the flight. The flight back was OK, although the movie was Spiderman 3. Again. It wouldn't have been so bad if the pilot hadn't promised we were watching "Fracture," then didn't realize they had put in the wrong tape until 15 minutes into Spiderman. Oh well, we can't win them all. And that, essentially, is what I did on the West Coast. FUN TIMES FOR ALL.  Tired, going to bed soon. -Frey Irrational Fear of the Day: ECCLESIOPHOBIA - Fear of the church. Well, I guess that's how they gained power anyway.... Current Mood: accomplished Current Music: Hear You Me - Jimmy Eat World (Comment on this)
Monday, August 20th, 2007
12:38 am	Well It's Been a Long Summer... Wow, first time I've updated in at least 14 weeks. Makes me feel rather lazy. Oh well. Brief overview: 1) Summer Drama. How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying. I played J.B. Biggley, the president of the company, and apparently did a good job of it. I was also the understudy for Finch, the lead, because there was a period of time when we weren't exactly sure what darren was doing. he just kept leaving rehearsal to go to work, seemingly not giving a damn how much work anyone else was putting into the production. The pathetic part is, He wants to do this for a living. He'll never make it. Had this been a more professional production, he would have been kicked out he second he left rehearsal. Work can wait. If your sub can't come in, find another cover. Don't shit all over the hard work that everyone else has been putting into the production. Some of us actually care about our future.       a) Ariel and Alex came out to see the Saturday performance on August 4. I thoroughly enjoyed seeing them again, no matter how frantic it was trying to get Alex to the train station after the fact. 2) Dr. Rosado is a douchebag. After 20+ students, 6 teachers, and a boatload of parents showed up in support of Ms. Noonan in her appeal for re-hiring, the BOE still decided to go wtih Rosado's UNDOCUMENTED decision. that's right. Legally, he had no evidence as far as a bad review, because he never wrote anything down. It was just word of mouth. Everyone makes mistakes. The Board can't even think for themselves, and have to rely on their "cheif administrator", who is retiring in a few short weeks anyway. good luck getting re-elected, folks. 3) I've been working for an office supply company for about a month and a half now, just helping deliver and assemble desks. Sounds like a joyous experience, no?. But, it pays well, so 'm not really complaining. However, I'd still like to be able to get a Job of my own accord at some point.  4) JEFF'S CALIFORNIA ADVENTURE!!! I flew out to Los Angeles to hang out with Dave from August 13-17. Fun times were had by all. Complete Play-By-Play review after this word from our sponsor...Ok, it's just an emo poem i wrote the night before the show opened. FINAL BOW The hustle and bustle Of spirits akin by a façade Of blatant color Muffled Tuned out The senses heighten as one sits there Alone In the dressing room where The air is still heavy With the scent of hairspray Everything goes dark As one remembers That where he has not yet been The lights shining The whole world watching His every move His labors are not without recognition As the spectators cheer For their friend Their character Their storyteller The senses heighten Places are called The artist marches onward Toward the elevated canvas Free of coincidence But full of confidence This is the beginning of the end. Well, I hope you enjoyed that. ONWARD! And now, the abridged tale of JEFF'S CALIFORNIA ADVENTURE!!! MONDAY: After waking up at 5am EST (the equivalent of 2am Pacific Time), I got to the airport at 6:30 for an 8:25 flight. The movie was Spiderman 3. whoop-de-doo. I had the middle seat, which ended up putting me between some married asian couple, who approached me, mentioning that they were together, and asked if I could kindly sit on the end. They didn't specify which end, so I asked them if it would be OK for me to take the window seat. The guy then proceeded to scowl at me, saying "No...I'd rather have the window seat." Ok, fine. but then he FELL ASLEEP. I hate people who refuse to give up the window seat, and then proceed to fall asleep. *sigh*. So, I ended up on the aisle, which I guess was good, because it makes it easier to get to the bathroom.        Five hours later, after landing at 11:30am PST, Dave and his mom met me at the airport and were like "SURPRISE, we're going to Universal right now." Mmkay. Three cheers for jetlag! After wandering the park (for free, because he worked there), and sneaking onto the backlot (where i'm quite sure i saw Kirsten Dunst), we left and decided to go to Hollywood. A short subway ride later, a most interesting chain of events followed in such a short amount of time. We were strolling down the walk of fame, being accosted by religious fanatics toting messages or reincarnation and, simultaneously, the apocolypse, when suddenly, David Krumholtz walks past. Yea, that's right, the dued from Numb3rs, slash Bernard from the Santa Clause. He was on his way to the premiere of Superbad, which we also walked past after getting kicked off the sidewalk and across the street. After eating Dinner at California Pizza Kitchen, we took a bus back to Dave's house (which I still had not seen by this point.) En route, we witnessed the following scenario:       There was a drunken man sitting across from us, and he was trying to hit on this black woman sitting next to me. He was saying things like "oh, you so sexy, you so sexy...I love your legs...chocolate...i just want to lick 'em." this woman is getting increasingly uncomfortable, and she tells him that she doesn't associate with drunk people, but he's still insistent. Then he gets on the phone, and starts talking to a person we can assume to be his girlfriend. "No, baby, I'm sitting here talking to this sexy bitch here...Oh, no, not as sexy as you, not as sexy as you...well, I...I wanna try it again, but we need some maple syrup or ranch dressing or something..." At this point we can still only assume what he's talking about. Then, about 5 minutes later, he imitates his quarry, saying "yea, but I know that sooner or later you'll call me up and be like 'ooh, I want you to eat my pussay'...' Now, bear in mind that Dave and I are sitting there, overtired, to the point that any little thing could set off a giggle loop. He's tired, I'm jetlagged beyond all hell, and we're sitting here, watching this go down and trying to fight back a burst of hysteria. So what do we do? We pull out a book on reincarnation that some guy had handed me in Hollywood, open it to a random illustration, and start laughing hysterically. We later realized that we covered up laughing at an intoxicated bus patron by laughing at religion. Yay irony! A little while later, the woman sitting next to me got up and moved to the front of the bus, and 2 stops later, she got off. The guy, who had been sizing her up and watching her all this time, followed her off the bus. Dave and I looked at each other with that "oh no, this really isn't the time to laugh, but we're so tired it doesn't matter anymore" look, and sure enough, as we watched out the window as the bus left, we saw the guy following that woman down the street. I hope she didn't get raped...       On that same bus, there was another guy much far gone than the previous example, to the point where he tripped right on his face when he got onto the bus. The guy next to him was trying to pour Coca Cola into the man's open mouth as he was sleeping, but every time he got close, the bus lurched or the guy woke up. it was still pretty funny. We went to sleep at around midnight PST, and had to wake up at 6 to go to DISNEYLAND!!! But, that part of the story must wait for next time, because i should really be getting to sleep...Who the fuck invented Mondays?? Irrational Fear of the Day:  ONEIROPHOBIA - Fear of Dreams. Damnit...that makes me feel better about going to sleep... -Frey Current Mood: relaxed Current Music: Stacy's Mom - Fountains of Wayne (Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 9th, 2007
1:33 am	The First Wave Passes... Day 1 of finals: PSYCHOLOGY: Even though it was an open-notebook exam, that didn't really help much when I got to class and realized that I was missing about 3 pages worth of notes that didn't print out. So needless to say I was a little lost on some questions. Oh well. The teacher is pretty cool though, going around and picking out one answer on each person's test, and suggesting that they change it. Oh, and we all got extra points because one of the questions didn't have answers. AVOIDED ASTRONOMY (It was only a review session, but I needed to study for the next final) SOUND & IMAGE AESTHETICS: Multiple choice was ok, and I think I did well on the essay. One of the options was to write our opinion of a documentary we watched in class about film censorship. Since I feel so strongly about that topic, my fury caused my handwriting to go everywhere. Hopefully it was good though. Eight hours later, I just finished an essay due in English tomorrow. It was supposed to be due Monday, but class was cancelled randomly. I guess Dale figured I needed a break with all the programming and whatnot. Or it could have just been an amazing coincidence. I don't really know. But anyway, I should probably be going to bed, since I still have class tomorrow, and then the WRHU banquet! W00T! Although I kind of feel out of place there, because I haven't really done that much for the station yet. (Quick recap for those who have been out of the loop: for the first 9 weeks of the semester, I was going through a training class to become a member of WRHU, the radio station at Hofstra. On April 18, I officially signed on as part of Long Island's largest noncommercial radio station. Still haven't gotten cleared to do a show yet, though.) So yea, they  have a banquet. And it's tomorrow. Should be fun. Ok, Imma go eat some ramen, then hit up dreamland. Toodles! Irrational Fear of the Day: CACOPHOBIA - The Fear of Ugliness or Things that are Ugly. Maybe that was why I was so afraid to go to AVF today... -Frey P.S.: This weekend, the Masquerade theatre company performed "Reefer Madness." I went on Saturday night, and it was hilarious. Props to those who were in it! It was awesome! And to those who didn't see it, you missed a damn good show. Keep up the great work! Current Mood: exhausted Current Music: Reefer Madness theme (Comment on this)
Monday, May 7th, 2007
11:40 pm	With great power comes great possibility of sequels... Ok, so Spider-man 3, right? After a year and a half of waiting (and playing bookie when the tickets were being purchased), I'd say it was worth it. The film was phenomenal. No, that's too weak a word. This movie was good enough to warrant the creation of a new word...something elating to the subject. It was...was...ARACHNO-TASTIC! There! Ok, now that I've gotten that out of my system... Ok, so finals, right? Heh...yea, about that. Sleep was minimal this weekend, and I pulled two all-nighters, and the tests don't start until tomorrow. I had to make a website for my CompSci class. Should be fun, right? Not when you have to use raw code. And not when you're doing it last-minute. Word to the wise, kids: when your professor suggests you start working on a final project 2 months before it's due...do it. Procrastination is my biggest flaw, and I'm happy to admit it. The problem lies in trying to change my lethargic ways. You can see the finished website if you wish, by clicking this fancy link here: http://www.pride.hofstra.edu/~jseess1/FinalProject.html  Anyway, back to my notorious self-loathing. From time to time, I tend to give myself little pep talks about how much more I could be doing with my life (usually triggered by a film or news report or something similar). So once again, I had the revelation today that I'm just sitting around, "Bidin' my time". I need to get out and do something. First thing I do when I get home is find myself a job. Actually, the first thing is going to be auditioning for SDW, which might then be closely followed by a series of job applications. I was supposed to go out to LA for the first week of June-ish, but had to reschedule to an unknown date because of scheduling issues. So yea. Speaking of going home, summer is right around the corner. Tonight is the calm before the storm...two finals tomorrow, then a week of nothing. then 3 more finals, and then it's over. The semester has gone by so fast, to the point where I even forgot until about 2 days ago that my brithday is in like 3 weeks. Who does that, seriously? Heh...still working on plans for that whole party thing...After all, I have a tendency to compete with myself each year. So yea, I should probably be getting to bed, or go study for those 2 exams i have tomorrow... ....Nah. Irrational Fear of the Day: AMYCHOPHOBIA - Fear of Being Scratched. Never say "it's only a scratch"  to an amychophobe, and try to avoid "barbed" comments. (haha...is corny, no?) -Frey Current Mood: busy Current Music: Let Go - FrouFrou (a capella!) (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, April 30th, 2007
7:18 pm	That time of the year again... There's a strange twinge of happiness that flows through me when I walk across the lush, green grass every spring. There's that feeling that I, like everything else around me, seem to be alive again. I feel more confident, knowing that the end of the academic year is right around the corner. That feeling that I can accomplish anything with the precision of a trained surgeon. However, that feeling is shaken with the idea of finals ALSO right around the corner. When the beautiful, calm horizon of summer is contaminated by the stormy tidal waves of finals. However, after the first barrage of exams next Tuesday, I have nearly a week to recover before the next wave. The view is further cluttered by a mountain of work I have left to do, in just a two-week time span, Including making a website, getting combo-cleared, writing another couple papers...in addition to all the studying, of course. The bottom line is this: Spring is here, and summer can't come fast enough. More posts coming soon, I promise. -Frey Irrational Fear of the Day: KENOPHOBIA - Fear of Empty Spaces or Voids. Similar to agoraphobia, which is fear of open spaces. Being from Jersey, I happen to have both. I wonder if there's a name for "fear of housing developments"... Current Mood: anxious Current Music: Bitches Ain't Shit (a Capella!) (Comment on this)
Tuesday, February 6th, 2007
11:10 pm	Rather uneventful day. Watched the rest of "Rudy" in AVF, then got dinner with Ariel, before she had to go to her University Choir thing (which she found out is actually a class for which she is not enrolled, and has to figure out what to do about that). While she was there, I studied some more, did my draft paragraph for English, and watched the first episode of Heroes online. That is a CRAZY show. I love it. Then Ariel came back, we hung out for a bit, and then she fell asleep on my bed while I was making cover pages for my notebooks. I'm boring, I know. Voted on the Edgars, went next door to hang out with the rest of the gang, and here I am. sitting here in the dimly lit room with Josh and Danielle sleeping behind me (I have yet to talk to them), pondering about what I should do for Valentine's Day. I want to do something really special for Ariel, but she's difficult to gift. She'll slug me if I buy her jewelry, and she doesn't really like chocolate. I need to break away from V-day clichee. Damn, I'm poetic. Anyway, I should probably be getting to bed. Class at 9 tomorrow. And then I start that Radio class tomorrow night...this should be interesting. Irrational Fear of the Day: MUSOPHOBIA - Fear of Mice. Well, Disney movies are rather terrifying in a sense... -Frey Current Mood: bored Current Music: The Heart of Life - John Mayer (Comment on this)
12:30 am	Back in the Swing-O-Things... What I've learned since I got back: 1) Idiots travel in packs. 2) Some people don't have a drop of decency in their bodies. 3) The locations of both Adams Hall and the Chemistry-Physics Building. 4) HTML is a confuzzling language. 5) Going back to work to "visit" is not a good idea. 6) I got into the WRHU training class. 7) I really need to start rethinking my priorities and behaviors. OK, time to explain. #1: A few nights ago, apparently someone was walking down the hall of my building and smelled pot, so my suitemates (who proceeded to play basketball in the common room with about 8 guests) were barraged by RA's 3 times, each time Jason getting even more pissed off. "We're not even doin' anything!" No, but you were. Then the Residence Director came and started yelling at them. They yelled back, and all the while a Public Safety officer is en route, and when he finally gets there, they all start freaking out and saying that they don't have anything, when they clearly have guilty consciences. Long story short, the PSO let them off with another warning, but threatening to give everyone a summons without question is he ever to be called back to this room. He told everyone to leave, when Jason replied "But...I have to take care of my roommate. He's sick" (Mike had been violently ill all day, as they repeatedly told the officer.) "I meant everyone who doesn't live here." Idiot. P.S. I was locked in my room this whole time, so I had no contact with any of them. #2: Josh has had Danielle stay over EVERY NIGHT since they got back. It's really wearing on my nerves, and I was going to say something, but I'm very nonconfrontational. However, new information has come to light, strengthening my fury. I was talking to Jason one night, and he was like "Yea, Josh and Danielle are sex FIENDS! I even here them goin' at it at 7am sometimes." Now all of you must understand that at 7am...I'M STILL IN THE GODDAMN ROOM!!! Luckily, I'm a heavy sleeper. But the principle of it is nauseating. Oh, but my fornication horror stories have yet to cease... Why, just last night, I was up at 1am, actually studying, when I start hearing my suitemate having loud, raunchy sex. In the common room. I can understand if it was in his bedroom, and I would be slightly less annoyed, but the COMMON ROOM? Seriously man, have you not a drop of decency? Well, I had to pee. So I walked out to two deer in headlights and said "You're done, who wants tea?" I then proceeded to go into the bathroom and ignore them. #3: This one is pretty much self-explanatory. After being late the first time and dropping my Behavior Modification course (it was a really cool class, with an awesome teacher, but it was just too much for my workload; With that, I was taking 18 credits), I figured out a good route to get there. I can't wait until the goddamn unispan is completed. bastards said it would be done by the time spring semester started. WRONG. #4: Again, self-explanatory. It doesn't really seem that hard, but I just have a crazy teacher with an accent. #5: I went back to work on Wednesday to say hi to everyone and see how everything was going. They asked me when I was coming back to work. Needless to say, I got guilted into staying there until 5. #6: I went to an interview for the training class for the radio station on Wednesday as well (prior to #5). I must have dazzled them, because now I'm stuck in another 4-hour class (for no credit, mind you) every wednesday night. Meaning I'm not able to do HFC. Or even Sigma for that matter. Sucks, but at least I'll be FCC certified when I'm done (if I even pass). #7: I few days after the incident described in #1, I walked into the room and it smelled like pot again. So, I got pissed and left a note on the door basically saying that they were smoking in there. The next day, I find it sitting on my desk. Mike (the suitemate) pulled me aside today to talk to me about it, and asking me why I would do something like that. I told him I was sick of coming home to everything smelling like pot all the time. But he brought up a very good point. I had never once spoken to them about how much it bothered me, and rather jumped the gun and almost got them expelled. (Since #1, they swear they haven't done anything in the room, basically rendering me a liar as far as the note goes.) But instead of being logical and talking to them about it, I jumped the gun, and they called me out on it, making me realize that I've been the inconsiderate prick. Not them. But the thing that really bothered me was the last thing he said to me: "C'mon, man...We're suitemates, not enemies." This got me thinking about how much of an asshole I've been, not only toward them, but toward everyone else. I've been focused more on having them fear me than actually listen to me. I need to change my ways. I mean, I'm living with these people. I might as well try to make things decent. But I went in and apologized. Next on the list: talk to Josh and Danielle. Irrational Fear of the Day (for the past week): 1/30: SELENOPHOBIA - Fear of The Moon. Derived from the name Selene, a Greek lunar goddess. 1/31: PSELLISMOPHOBIA - Fear of Stuttering. Famous stutterers include the roman poet Virgil, Sir Isaac Newton, and Louis II, "The Stammerer." Also kinda funny is that it's my mom's birthday. 2/1: DENTOPHOBIA - Fear of Dentists. So prevalent is this phobia that it is estimated that between 5-15% of the population of Western countries avoid dentists because of it. 2/2: DORAPHOBIA - Fear of Contact With Animal Fur or Skin. Might be diffucult to hide from this one, especially those living in Punxsatawney. 2/3: OMBROPHOBIA - Fear of Rain or Being Rained On. Good thing it's January. Oh, wait..that whole global warming thing... 2/4: LIMNOPHOBIA - Fear of Lakes - Limnophobics should stay away from Canada...Since it has 50 percent of the world's lakes. And finally, today: ICHTHYOPHOBIA - Fear of Fish. Apparently the correct plural for "fish" is "fishes" when describing 2 or more species. So you say "there are over 27,000 species of fish in the world today," but "there are over 27,000 fishes in the world today." That made my brain hurt. So, I'm out. -Frey Current Mood: confused Current Music: Brotherhood of Man - How To Succeed Soundtrack (Comment on this)
Monday, January 29th, 2007
10:02 pm	Entr'acte As the Overture played in my dreams (the score to Monty Python and the Holy Grail, since I went to sleep with Josh and Danielle watching that last night), the curtain opened and the lights came, up, right on time, surprisingly. It was really cold though, because the suitemates left the window open again last night. So walking into the common room was like walking into a freezer. which is even worse, because I had to take a shower, and the bathroom was equally as cold. Went over to my first class (English), grabbing a banana and a fruit cup on my way through the student center. Yay breakfast. I Have Harshbarger again this semester, so needless to say I already knew half of my class. That was all right, although toward the end i ended up spillig Haley's coffee (she was sitting right behind me, and I merely lifted my arm). For homework, I have to look for a biblical account of the Adam and Eve story, because we started reading an excerpt from Paradise Lost. It's weird, because I'm so used to dealing with fairy tales with him as a professor...but now there's not one in sight. It's just going to be weird to adapt to a real college English class. Luckily, he let us out early. Unfortunately, that left me with half an our to wander around before my next class started (in the same building). So I braved the cold, and attempted to find Adams Hall, since that's where my computer science class is. But no luck. However, I did see Ariel, in her quest to find hydration, since she had an hour before her next class. Back in Breslin, the Psychology class that I had been planning on dropping (Behavior Modification), actually held my interest for an hour. The teacher is really nice, and kept talking about his 3-month-old son and passed around a picture of his dog. I think I might stay with that, but I'm not sure yet. I still have 3 classes tomorrow, so I figure I'll just go through tomorrow and judge it from there. My day started sucking when I ended up getting to my Computer Science late because I still couldn't find the building. And of course the only open seat was all the way in the front corner, forcing me to take the walk of shame to the front of the class. On top of all that, My teacher has a very thick accent and spoke a mile a minute...I could barely stay focused or keep up. She stayed on each slide for abotu 10 seconds. Seriously, I counted. I also do not have any of the books I need for class. So, I figured it would be a good idea to go to the bookstore after class and get them. But Dale didn't want me to have my textbooks. After spending 20 minutes looking for my books, and 10 standing in line, I get up to the counter and have everything scanned, only to find out that I couldn't pay for them because I hadn't enough money on my credit card. turns out the deposit my dad made to my account on Saturday didn't go through yet. Crap. "By Wednesday, it should go through," he said. Well, if that's the case, then on Wednesday I'll be three days into the semester without books. I was really, REALLY going to try to get ahead and stay on top of things this semester, and actually study some stuff tonight...but i can't even do that much, because I DON'T HAVE THE FREAKIN' BOOKS YET. Gah. </rant>. Met up with Ariel and got lunch, checked in with Student Employment to see if i still had my job, then hung out until dinner. Then I had a floor meeting afterward, prior to which I started pre-planting my CHIA PET! WOOOOT!!! It's gotta soak in water overnight, before I can plant the seeds. Sadness. Act II has begun. But will it top the first act? I have no idea what else to write about, and I'm sorry for just rambling so much... I = Tired Irrational Fear of the Day: LUTRAPHOBIA - Fear of Otters. A seemingly strange phobia since all otters are so adorable. In fact they're part of the weasel family, which I guess makes them sound considerably less cute. But...what about ottsels? -Frey Current Mood: confused Current Music: Canon - Rockapella (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, January 28th, 2007
11:51 pm	The Calm Before the Storm Ariel was really sick this morning... Mainly from dehydration, but partly because of the fact that she hadn't really eaten anything in 2 days. So she was shaking for an hour and a half...It was really scary. She's fine now, but there were a few minutes where I was really worried. I got her to drink some water at least, and she felt better. She was laying down, when Dave called to see if I was going to the mall today. I told him that I have no real interest in going, and that if I showed up, I'd go, but if the bus came before i got there, it didn't really matter. Ariel heard this, and was trying to make me go. But I didn't want to leave her. I wasn't just going to get up and say "OK, I'm going to the mall, I'll see you later," and leave her there convulsing on the floor. But somehow in the half hour between Dave's call and the Blue Beetle's arrival, she had mustered up the energy to stand up and make herself walk. Though I greatly discouraged this behavior, and asked her to just lie down and rest, she insisted, and we ended up walking to the bus to go to Roosevelt Field Mall (I for the second time in 2 days). At said bus, we met up with Kat, Dave, and Ian. When we got there, Our first stop was the food court, because I knew Ariel had to eat something. She ended up having chicken nuggets from Wendy's, and after I wandered around the Zeppelin (food court) for awhile, I ended up going to Wendy's as well, myself getting the Cranberry Pecan Chicken salad...which I was disappointed to find out is simply a Mandarin Chicken salad with a little packet of cranberries and a packet of Balsamic vinagrette. Cheap bastards. But, who's counting? Dave was being emo, and I exclaimed in his direction, "STOP BEING EMO", while simultaneously flinging a forkful of lettuce in his direction. 5 seconds later, the little hispanic lady came up and swept my ammunition away...Heh. We wandered around the mall for 3 hours, going to Spencer's, Hot Topic, FYE...among other places. When it was finally time to leave (in our case, 20 minutes before the bus arrived), we walked outside, and then Ian and I ran back into the mall to use the bathroom..which was hidden at the complete other end of the mall. I wanted to grab a snack from the machine on the way out of the building, but it wouldn't take my quarters. Asshole machine. It's telling me something. "*whhiiirrr*yoooouuuu'reffffaaaatttt*whhiirrrr*" it seems to be saying. Oh well. Got back to the school, then I decided to go unpack some more stuff, and clean up a bit. When I got bored of that (and of my suitemates...seriously, one of them got back THIS MORNING, and already I came back to the room smelling like weed), I called Ariel to go get dinner. We wandered over to the student center. Closed. Kate & Willy's. Long-ass line. We were gonna go back to NethCaf, but realized that it was Sunday, and they probably would have closed at 8. So, we veered off course, and ended up going to Sbarro's in the student center anyway. Ya pizza. I hear that they're getting rid of that though, and rumor has it that they're putting in a Quizno's. Interesting. And I actually ended up liking all of the songs that were playing on the radio while we were there. Mainly because they all reminded me of Ariel... We then went over to Dave's for a little while, walking through the snow. When it started snowing, Ariel's face lit up. Seriously, She looked like a happy puppy or a 6-year-old at Christmas. She loves the snow, and just looked completely, irrevocably happy. It was adorable. I love her so much. We then left, and went to our own respective dorms, since class starts tomorrow... But I wonder if my suitemates know that. Those idiots are playing basketball right now. In the fucking common room. I hate them all, but nothing can really been done about it. I've complained, and they've gotten written up for alcohol and stuff at least 3 times. They just never learn. Morons. Well, I should probably get to sleep now, since I now know where and when my classes are. w00t. Irrational Fear of the Day: LACHANOPHOBIA - Fear of Vegetables. Don't tell the birds. But does that count braindead catatonics? Something for you all to ponder. Good night, and Good Luck. -Frey Current Mood: nervous Current Music: Uptown Girl - Billy Joel (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, January 27th, 2007
10:57 pm	Dawn of a New Day I woke up this morning to my phone doing its little happy "you have a voicemail" noise, because I had entirely missed my parent's phone call because the phone didn't ring. Stupid Verizon. When I listened to the voicemail, it was my dad saying that they were crossing under the Unispan. So they had been sitting in the NethCaf for about 15 minutes by the time I called them back. I met up with them in the cafeteria (which, apparently, was open for the first time in a month and a half...I guess it wasn't open during intersession, meaning Emily must have been starving and simply living off ramen. Which is good up to a point, until the sodium takes affect. Anyway, after we unloaded my stuff from the car (of which I have decided that I have too much), we went searching for a Target, in hopes of getting me a new hat and boots, in the off-chance that it actually snows. We never actually found the our target (pun intended), so instead we settled for going to Roosevelt Field Mall (which is essentially along the same lines as saying "we were craving McDonalds, but settled for The Armory). We looked around for awhile, and got food. I never got my boots, so I just have to go look at Target or something sometime soon. I did, however, manage to get a hat. Actually, what I mean to say is my grandmother bought the hatfor $4 at a D.E. Jones-type store, and thus it was not satisfactorily warm. Oh well...I'll deal. We arrived back at the Netherlands, and we said our goodbyes...I then headed up to my room to unpack more. I spent about an hour or so doing that, then decided to take a shower. It was nice, because all the stuff was fixed while I was gone. The shower didn't overflow anymore, the sinks weren't clogged, and the mirror light actully worked. I was excited. But I soon realized that I had forgotten my comb at home. So I IMed Emily from my room to see if she had one I could borrow. On my way next door, I ran into Josh's family (and Danielle) moving back in. I guess it wasn't him who's being evicted, since he said that they had just told him that mine was his permanent dorm for this semester. Great... So I go next door, and in the process of retrieving my comb, I get introduced to their new suitemate, Cory...And her family. I think I may have freaked them out a little though, because I just kinda wandered into the room unannounced, in my usual Kramer-like manner. Well, I always kinda sucked at first impressions. They seem nice though, and she doesn't seem to hate me yet, which is good. I ended up going back over to Ariel's after stopping at the student center for...well, nothing in particular. We watched her little documentary/video tour of her house and her Christmas, and then took a nap for a little while. The phone rang. It was Dave. me: (quoting an HFC film from last semester) "Sup cocknocker?" Dave: "Not much, get your FUCKING ASS OVER TO KAT'S" I agreed, but then promptly avoided my obligation. In all honesty, I was kind of excited to see Kat and Dave before...but honestly, this is getting kind of annoying. We went over eventually, and were promptly tackled by...both of them. It was too freaking hot in that room, and...things were just not at all spectacular. They kept screaming, despite the fact that we were sitting in a 10x15 linoleum room, with a major reverb factor....which did not help my already splitting headache. And they would not let up. And to make thinigs worse, they invited us over, but were sucking face and not paying attention to us for a majority of the time, hich got really annoying really fast. If either of you are reading this, take heed: I realize that you haven't seen each other in a month, but you still have to control yourselves. It's ok to be in love... but please, do it on your own time, and don't expose us to it. No one wants to see that. At about 12:30, I was damn tired, and Ariel was leaving, so I decided to follow suit. I went into my room, however, and...well...I'm pretty sure there was stuff going on that I didn't need to know about...stuff involving lack of clothing. *sigh*...So i grabbed some clothes and went over to Ariel's to spend the night, because I didn't want to deal with them tonight. And that's where I am now. Luckily, her roommate doesn't come back until tomorrow. So I'm gonna stop typing and go to sleep. 'Nite all. Irrational Fear of the Day: ORNITHOPHOBIA - Fear of Birds. This is good, because there are usually no birds around this time of year. Except, of course, for the infamous Canadian Geese of South Plainfield. -Frey Current Mood: lethargic Current Music: Ducktales Theme - Random Mix (Comment on this)
Friday, January 26th, 2007
8:21 pm	Home Suite Home Well, I'm finally back. After going to sleep at 5am, I managed to see my dad as he was leaving...though I don't really remember much about that conversation. I woke up again, and i'm like "Crap, it's 11:45. I should probably get up now." So then I spent the next few hours packing, briefly interrupted by a call from Kat saying "HI! I'm calling you from my bathtub!" Strange girl. Then we left for the train station. The Ride there couldn't have been much more awkward. It was just my mom and I, and there was a radio commercial on about some news report about some woman "having a baby with her same-sex partner." To which my mom replied, "That might be awkward." Yes, it was funny, but it would have been better if she just stopped there. but no, she was relentless. she promptly got onto the discussion of safe sex, and sex in general, and the whole time I just was wishing we could get to the goddamn train station already. The worst part was when she was like "at least buy a 3-pack or something..." "MOM! YOU HAVE LOST ALL SPEAKING PRIVILEGES!!!" Anyway, I ended up meetintg my dad in Penn Station, so I did manage to see him today after all. When we parted ways, I had about 20 minutes before my train left, so I stopped at Pizza Hut and got one of those cute little individual pizzas. It didn't hold me over, but i didn't have any more time anyway. After the train finally arrived at Hempstead station, I was waiting in the cold for the Blue Beetle, watching its usual pickup spot. So I'm looking one way, and then all of a sudden the bus comes speeding from the opposite direction. "WTF???" So then I run across the street, trying not to get killed, and sprinted (well, not sprinted, but ran as fast as I could physically manage while carrying 2 bags)across the parking lot in an attempt to catch up with the bus as it went around the other side...but it was all in vain. I had missed that bus. "Fucking hell..." I then proceed to stand at the train station for another 20 minutes, until i see the beetle coming around ht eparking lot. Again, I go to meet it in its usual spot, but the guy doesn't seem to be slowing down. I wave him down, but he motions for me to go further down. Apparently, in the inclimate weather, they change the pick-up stop so people don't have to walk as far. But I was the only one on the bus, so it didn't really matter anyway. The guy asked me where I was going. "To the Netherlands," I said. And we were off. Seriously though, the guy was doing 60 down the road. In a bus. It was actually pretty schweet. So I get back to my room, only to find an eviction notice on the door. "WTF???" The locks had been changed, so I had to go down to the RSR booth to get my new keys. What the hell? But I had to go back numerous times, because they didn't give me both keys at the same time. This is the SECOND TIME this has happened. Not an eviction, but the locks being changed while I'm away. The last time was because one of my suitemates lost their key. I don't know wtf is happening this time. I was thinking that Josh was getting evicted, since he was in my room only temporarily last semester, but even the Public Safety officer who stopped by my room (who also was the same guy that took Josj out of his old dorm) was stumped. His hearing is in a few weeks, so why would they evict him BEFORE the hearing? Besides, all his stuff is still here... Oh, so I learned something else new today. I found out what happens to Sprite if you leave it sitting for a month. I walked into my room, and I guess I had left a cup with about an inch of sprite in it before I left (accidentally, of course). Over the course of the past month and a half, it had actually separated itself, and seeped through the bottom of the wax-coated paper cup, leaving a littl ebit of water in the cup, and leaving a giant glob of something that resembled corn syrup beneath the cup. Interesting science experiment that I had to come home to. But, nothing a little Windex can't fix. Hehe. And on that perfect note for it, I leave you with today's Phobia: Irrational Fear of the Day: MYXOPHOBIA - Fear of Slime. That's kinda what it looked like, too. But it was clear. Ew. Well, I'm off to go see Ariel for the first time in a month...So chances are I won't be back soon. Until then... Hofstra University: It's a Pride Thing. -Frey Current Mood: excited Current Music: Rent Soundtrack (1 Comment |Comment on this)
1:41 am	Side Effects Fuck. Anxiety attack time. Theoretically, I'm supposed to be going back to school in about 5 hours. But I don't thank that's gonna happen. I don't really know if i want to go back tomorrow, or just wait until Saturday. I mean, I want to get there relatively early and meet up with everyone and buy books and stuff, but at the same time, I don't think I'm ready to go back. I'm still not done packing, and I won't see my dad until brings my stuff out on Saturday. I'm freaking out about this. Seriously, I have no idea what's going on right now. I just wish I had some sort of freakin' clue. Pros of going back early: -See Ariel a day early -beat the book rush somewhat -fix my schedule in person (before classes start) -Clean my dorm up enough to actually bring stuff in when it's time. -Extra day to readjust. Cons: - I'm not entirely packed - Could end up forgetting important stuff. a lot of it. - Still don't have the thing I need from Scott - Didn't get a chance to say goodbye to everyone I wanted to. - Get an early start on spending my meal plan. - Still didn't watch Jaws Blah. My day was pretty frustrating anyway. I was gonna go running this morning, but i couldn't go anywhere because I had to wait for some safety inspector to come look at the furnace. He was an hour late, and showed up when I was still in my pajamas, and he was making fun of me because I hadn't gotten dressed yet. I'm like "Dude, just look at the damn furnace and get out of my house." After that little adventure, I started packing. I never made it over to the school like I had originally planned, butand ended up being more frustrated with luggage. When my mom came home, she brought me to a Dermatologist appointment that I didn't necessarily need anyway. I mean, the doctor had no idea why I was there, because my skin had cleared up drastically from when the appointment was actually made. Oh well. When we got there, we ran into the Zebrowski's, whom I haven't seen in ages. So that was a nice change of pace for my day. On the way home, my mother insisted that we stop at KFC for dinner, even though I swore never to eat that shit again. But I had to eat, so I ordered a simple chicken pot pie. Nothing special. But they couldn't even manage that. They gave me that stupid lets-throw-every-goddamn-thing-we-can-think-of-into-a-bowl-and-sell-it-as-a-meal shit, which looks like a 5-year-old's dinner plate. I never got my pie. I was pissed. So I go home, pack for a little more, then get into an argument with my mom about hanging out with John, since I had made those plans earlier in the week. I was probably just still pissed off about the KFC thing, but w/e. Sarah came over for a little while, and talked to me as I was shoving more stuff into my footlocker. Then she left, and John and Caps came, and we went off to The Break. 3 ghetto DDR games, 1 Percussion Master, 4 pinball rounds, and 2 Pool games later, we left, since it was closing time. We picked up Katie, then went to Wendy's. My origninal plan was to just hang out in wendy's for awhile, but only the drive-thru was open after midnight, so that idea was scrapped. Ew all ended up sitting in the Drug Fair parking lot to eat our food. Then they took me home, through the light flurry of snow. I came back inside, and started freaking out again, because I still have so much to do. And i should probably get back to that, instead of writing this. But in the meantime, this could quite possibly be the last post I make from home. From this point on, I'll be updating directly from the Hofstra campus...unless, of course, I decide to come home at any point. Heh. Irrational Fear of the Day: COULROPHOBIA - Fear of Clowns. Every time a coulrphobic sees a tiny car on the highway, their blood pressure goes through the roof. *honks nose* -Frey Current Mood: distressed Current Music: Bad Day - Daniel Powter (Comment on this)