So apparently it is the 20th anniversary of the date when the Breakfast Club happened or something. Well, here's a little fact my friends:

It's really not that good, is it?

In other news I woke up at 5am today, and went out walking at 6. I know! It was really nice, too. Maybe I am on my way to becoming an old person.

Oh god, I went ahead and bought the Spanish production of Evita on vinyl this weekend. I also looked at the Olympic soundtracks. Scary roads for rosemary. Great God Demento, what are you doing to me???

It sounds like Eurovision meets Andrew Lloyd Webber. Starring Baccara! As Evita! "Yes Sir I Want to Be Rainbow High". All that college French has messed up my Spanish grammar. I want all the de amor to be d'amor. Some of the arrangements, I am not sure of yet. I want to find as my foreign language productions as possible.

Related to all things showtunes, via some googlestalking of a recent infatuation I discoverd that there were auditions for "Company" in Hoboken last year, and it was performed in the spring. I am so bummed to have missed it! Someone asked me what my favorite show was, and I sort of blanked, but I did say Company in the end. Oh , Fiddler, I am so sorry I forgot you.

Beautiful orange blast, I love you! Whoa full strength = a clean tub (and you do not want to know how long it's been since I tried to clean it last)

Top 5 things I wouldn't want to live without:
1) iTunes
2) knitting needles
3) Ethan Mordden books
4) dough with savoury fillings
5) Orange Blast and Swiffer Cloths

I only just realised what the song on the USA SVU ad is, oh geez. (note to mark s: it involves THE CLASH)

I wasted a good cry tonight by crying in front of GIRLS instead of cute boys. I blame the Stone Roses.

Ok, prepare for 56 hours of FREAK OUT.

oooooooo boy. Whoa, I drank too much especially before 4! (And that's PM gentle readers) What is thing you call 'pacing'?? Vanilla Stoli is nast-eeee, but I sure do like that raspberry one. Drunk with Triple Sec, Limoncello, and orange juice, it's um, whoa. Oh well more booze = more dancing.

Then I fell asleep in the green room.

And now I am up at 7.30 am on a weekend eating a breakfast of pilfered dinner rolls and Starburst. Eww.

Tonight's dinner = box of pasta+ cans of tomato soup + can of tuna + can of corn + end of cheese + breadcrumbs still in fridge. How 60s cookbook of me. (eww the old asiago cheese tastes like something ewww)

And I made another $25, so I have made $150 this year ooooooo I'm earning THE BIG BUCKS.

I am halfway through my spring hat, and one hour away from finishing my rainbow fun fur scarf. I am so tempted to try a loosely knit fun fur sweater.

Are there any karaoke bars that play only showtunes?

After popquizzing my landlord, I feel I must announce: PEOPLE! I am 5'6"!

I am having box freak out. I will go to the booze stores tomorrow morning (cause it's recycling day!). Maybe they will have EXTRA boxes because it is a drinky holiday today. What do I know though, I am wearing the ususal purple.

My sweater is getting pilly, uh oh! It needs a wash, or HAHA a blocking. I will have ample drying space soon. And speaking of knitting, I met some more DJs last night, and they both said to me "oh! You're the girl whose article is hanging in the lounge" and I thought that was very nice of them. It is amusing what levels of exposure I am willing to engage in: Newspaper, ok, webcam, ok. but oh my god forced singing on air CRINGE CRINGE CRINGE (this brought on by the "I am Iraq/ a rock" shenanigans being rebroadcast on air this afternoon. I sort of want to die. The Japanese TV was embarrassing too. I guess it comes down to this. Even though I have a "urgh, I'm getting big" kneejerk reaction to many pictures of me, I do easily get over it and therefore think I look muuuuuuch better than I sound. I look hot but sound stupid.

Hmmm my eye is still... weird. It LOOKS ok. but.... Maybe no makeup tomorrow OH NO.

So kids, it looks like there's gonna be some volunteer vixen webcam action. on friday afternoon. Watch me drink and dance and raise some money! More details to come! (Hmmm I should bring my flask.)

It will be like Dance Party USA. Without the spiral perms of course.

Ok, now my eye feels weird so of course I am super paranoid. It's more the eyelid rather than the eye. Maybe because I passed out with my makeup on? I know, I know, Lana Turner once said "Always remove your makeup at night, no matter how tired or drunk you are" (Ok, maybe I added the drunk part) but my skin always feels much nicer if I sleep in makeup EXPLAIN PLEASE. Don't worry, I am not going to turn into one of those lasied who sleeps in full foundation,e yeshadow and lipstick, ick.

This is bothersome too: I am getting LINES around my eyes. Christ, no wonder I don't get carded anymore!

And I am not so sure I did an acceptable job cleaning and preapring for tomorrow. Well, my bedroom looks WORSE, but maybe the big pieces will be gone tomorrow, and I can move things out of there into the front room. I need more plastic containers. I also need to go through all these scraps floating around, what do other people do with all the recipts and flyers they get??

Oh, I wonder what wonderful people I will have at my house tomorrow??

Oh my god, when did I learn to drink beer?????? Uh oh, I can get drunk on wine and beer now, that's bad NO WAIT it means I can get fucked up next sunday hello!

I am so excited that the people who were very influential when I were 20 are now think I'M cool. I get hugs and '"whoa what a great mix cd" and "what did your friends say about yarn shops in London??". You know, I am rather good at befriending people, and yet I AM TEH SUCK at bedding people (well, sort of)

I ate a stale Kit Kat today. Whoa, don't do that. I am convinced that that led to my belly woes later in the day.

AND omgwtf how did I end up fancying about, like half a dozen married/ non single boys???? Why is it the people who approach me and my only sources of a an enjoyable conversation are 40 something year old married men ? (And really there are no you know what issues there, NO REALLY!!!!) Ok granted some of them are merely, awe so sweet or giggle how cute while some are of the 'ooo i'd hit it' variety. It was only tonight when I actually thought about it and COUNTED that I realised my problem.

Although I do have an I'd hit crush who has been exhibiting a tendency to use fag in an unreconstructed unironic way. Like, what?

also: tonight I got involvedin a conversation about concerts one has been to over the years, and everyone liked/saw metal bands!!! I am so lost!!! Ha ha my first band was either Velocity Girl or Mary Lou Lord, oh no, I am indie oh no. Last night I was at Maxwell's and that was probably there first time I had been there in, uh, well the last time I went we couldn't get the booze. (Hey they didn't care me last night. Aw crap, Am I loooking older than 21 now? SOB)

Oh my god I am drunk on wine and iTunes

I visited the the 50% off rack at Urban Outfitters again. I bought a 80s ripoff top, mainly because it reminded me of a dress I had in third grade (pink and heather gray stripes!) That and it was 80% off. I am going to wear it with a white denim skirt tomorrow and jelly bracelets and pretend it's 1984. No one notices what I wear anyway (As an experiment, I wore my jeans with the holes in the back and no one said anything) so I can live out my grade school fantasies. Gee, when will the jelly shoes go on clearance? What makeup to wear though?

Tomorrow night I will wear the loooooo rise pants and the 1968ish sparkle shirt. Again, like anyone will care!

It's official, Footlight Records is my favorite music store. I have never purchased anything, but I think it is the store that best captures my current aesthetic. Today I browsed the female vocalist CDs for the first time. OOO! Helen Shapiro! Lulu! Diane Renay! Claudine Longet! Nancy Sinatra! Jayne Mansfield! So exciting.

In the vinyl section, well! I found the 1972 Olympics soundtrack!!! Ack! And Evita en espanol. Oh man, do these count as used LPs? And will I pay 20 bucks for the both of them? Oh god.

I am going to expand on this further in an essay about Some Men are Lookers because I am quite worried that I have offended the great god Demento by not buying these finds.

Do you know what I'm eating now? White gelt! HAHAHA! (and it's really gross come to think of it)

So my new personal euphemism is "Tiger Balm" although I think I like TIGER BOMB better.

Whoa today was all about SUGAR RUSH!! and Crash, then rush again, oh a vicious blood sugar cycle. The main lesson I learned was Japanese snacks >>>>>>>>>Israeli snacks. I ate some sort of wheat hoop snack that was 'smoky' flavoured. (Not "smoky bacon', obv) The Baby Star chicken flavoured crispy noodle were better. The whistling candy was best. The jokes on the Laffy Taffy were not.

I keep getting comments from my family about how small my knit bikini top is. Well, I mean, off course. (Although I did wear it round the house again for another test drive, and uh oh, bending over = falling out). Still, my family: "You are getting too big!" while Boys: "sexxxxxy" and I know who I'm listening to. Although sometimes their competing voices of "you should lose weight" and "Nooo, are you crazy? Don't lose weight" leave my little brain screaming "NOOOOOOO, SHUT IT! THE WHOLE LOT OF YOU!!!!!" while I go eat some donuts.

or Laffy Taffy.

For some reason, I feel like I've died a little inside.

I am watching The Amityville Horror. I had forgotton how much 70s horror fiction I read as a kid. (Does VC Andrews count as horror? Hmmm). I've got to find the books now! Trashy classic teen reading. Sometime I feel that the golden age of teenage reads was the 70s. Also, is anyone worried about Satanism anymore?

Also long sleeve tight fit t shirt + tight tiny underpants = scary look if you're James Brolin. Who did the costumes for this??? (Although, OHMYGOD, I am rethinking my beard stance!!!) I also love the requisite classic actor overacting, which is Rod Steiger in this case.

Is it wrong of me to find knitting socks kinda easy?

I made a fried egg and melted cheddar on marble rye toast sandwich for lunch. Mmmmm. No more bread now. Although soon I will have a bread machine at my disposal! And I think a Kitchen-Aid. And a rolling pin, thank heavens, cans of spray oil do not cut it, and OH COUNTER SPACE to roll out dough. I wonder if we will get a Passover invitation next month, I will make potato kugel!! I might add cheese, as I think the milchig/fleishig rules do not apply (i.e lasagne and pot roast served at the same meal), I can't remember if my family eats bread on passover or not (well, of course my mother and I do, our eating habits don't matter), I wouldn't be surprised as this is the ham on Passover family. And I will have three new babies to meet!! Maybe I should make baby booties. Or not.

Oh boy a Shop Rite that will have a huge kosher for Passover aisle MMMMMMMMACAROONS!!!

Not to self: don't eat the chocolate covered jelly rings but do eat the chocolate covered marshmallows

Oh wow, I just got the lowest credit car bill in a zillion years. I can afford to take cash out this week!! and I am selling two things this week and a yard sale next, why I can pay for next month's bills!!!

Or maybe some yarn. I need a new project!

I am so appalled at how many people are against bridal showers and wedding registries. Getting lots and lots of presents is surely the main reason to have a formal wedding (as opposed to eloping). You can always use extra sets of silverware.

I am also vehemently opposed to mixed gender showers, but I am lucky enough to have close friends and a mother who agrees. When the time comes for me to have babies, there will be no stinky boys at my shower. I bet my mother will even do theribbons and bows on a paper plate hat thing. It's gross, but you have to do it.

I think this is the main reason I support gay marriage. I support the rights of my friends and family to register at Crate and Barrel.

God I fucking hate people projecting their motives on why someone(me) listens to certain songs. I think I am still mad at a person for saying something about my Ronettes pick on the jukebox, because OBVIOUSLY I only picked that song because Phil Spector was in the news.