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hi. i've been busy.
friday night was a blast. i was a bouncer at the back door of the ball. the ball was special because all of its participants were high school kids. some of them were extremely talented at vogueing. if i tried some of that shit, i'd break my back AND my butt. i want to attend more balls. i would also like to be in a ball someday. i wish to be a contestant in "schoolgirl realness". :) it was the schoolgirl realness in "paris is burning" that somehow changed my life. one of the queens in the schoolgirl realness competition shown in the film was so fierce that she inspired me in my quest to do really well in high school so that i would get into a good college, get the fuck out of the podunk town i grew up in, and make a real life for myself. so, basically my admission to oberlin was thanks to that queen (and to the general fierceness and ferocity of the legendary ladies and gents). :)
after the ball, we went up to the neighborhood of my university to eat at a great korean restaurant. i had "bibim bap" in a hot, sizzling, stone bowl. i spell that dish "bi bim bop". i just do. i like to spell it that way. the bi bim bop they cook is soooo good. almost all of us had it except for one of us. i had it with tofu instead of meat. i spooned in lots of the dark, thick, red spicy sauce and stirred the bop with my spoon for a few minutes. getting your bop just right takes work on your part. we had a soup with a delectable broth. we had great kimchi and seaweed and omelette dim sum. i was feeling cold, so i ordered korean tea, and it was a nice, light but smoky tea with no sweetness. so, this korean restaurant is about 8 blocks south of where i'll be going to school. you bet your fucking ass i'm going there again, more than once! :) the interior decorations in the restaurant are great. lots of great korean woodwork and paintings and little lanterns. really beautiful and traditional but not fancy at all.
on saturday, i spent the morning/afternoon with the animal shelter van in soho. it was a really slow day, and there were only three volunteers (and four dogs). we only got one adoption application. :( well, one of the new volunteers is super-duper cool, and she was there on saturday. we're becoming friends. i have her phone number now. she's awesome and really kind and she also used to be a big drinker and a drug addict. she's been totally clean for a while now. i told her that i've struggled with alcs over the past five years and i want to be free of it or at least free of the needy feeling i have for it. my friend in the bronx who i met at this last temp assignment is now alcohol-free after having been a heavy drinker. it will be good to hang out with them, not only because they are awesome, but also because they are good role models and good sources of support, and i won't have to worry about them drinking around me and making it harder for me to stay dry.
saturday evening was spent at the house of my friend who just moved back into "the lair". it was fun!!! great times and lots of laughs and great vegetarian, home-cooked, nutritious food! i left when they were gonna show the movie "the secret". that was pretty much the party-pooping moment for me. if it's not clear why i would disagree with the premise of that film, please think about it for a minute.
yesterday, my dad and i were driving all over the bronx. i got myself acquainted with the areas that are easiest to reach from the university and are also not major ghetto-land. now i will know what the classified ads will mean when they list neighborhood names and street names. i pretty much have pinpointed a neighborhood that i want to live in the most. i will not name it here. i should have a pseudonym for the bronx in general. i want most of the people who are gentrifying the whole damn city to keep thinking that the entire bronx (save riverdale) is a stew of super-ghettoization. yeah, guys. don't move up there. it's all dirty and dangerous, and it's no place for yuppies or trustafarians! PLEASE, stay down in the places you've already made unaffordable for regular low-income folks! anyway, this morning i was on the damn subway for 1 1/2 hours to go see the studio in my friend's building only to be told by the guy that he wasn't there (even though he knew i was coming to see it). he said he'd be there in 20 minutes. then, 20 minutes later, he called me to say that he could not see me until after 5 p.m. (it was 11 a.m. at the time) because of a flooding emergency. fuck it. i was so frustrated that tears were streaming. it didn't help that this guy who was also there to see an apartment was asking me alllll of these questions about myself and then went down a list of what ethnicities i might be. i was like, "nope", "nope", "nope", and didn't offer him an answer to what he wanted to know. he himself was puerto rican. well, first he said he was "spanish". he didn't look like he'd just gotten off the boat from sevilla, so i asked where specifically he was from (let me ask 20 questions to YOU now, muthafucka). puerto rico, he said, but was quick to add that he was born here. oh, does that make you superior to those who were born on the island? well, when i finally told him i was mixed and what i was mixed with, i added with emphasis that i was basically the same mix that the majority of puerto ricans were (european and african), whether or NOT they admitted to the african part. one of my pet peeves: boricuas or quisqueyanas who go on ad nauseum about their "spanish" lineage as i stand there looking at their african features, brown skin and thick, dark, curly hair. PET PEEVE. guys, the biggest difference between us is the goddamn language of our home cultures. i often can't tell if someone is african-american, west indian or latino until they open their mouths and speak, BECAUSE WE'RE ALL FUCKING MIXED WITH BASICALLY THE SAME INGREDIENTS!!!! anyway, i dunno when or if i will go back to see the apartment again. the super only shows the apartments from 9-1, and i sure as fuck ain't gonna take off work to see an apt. god willing, i will get another temp job tomorrow or the next day.
i am gonna go eat dinner now. first i have to complain about one more thing: it annoys me that my roommate left me here to live for three weeks in an apartment full of filth that was not of my making. i am cleaning it up to keep myself from going insane. if i can move into a new place in mid-august, that will be great. i won' t cry about leaving this pigsty.
friday night was a blast. i was a bouncer at the back door of the ball. the ball was special because all of its participants were high school kids. some of them were extremely talented at vogueing. if i tried some of that shit, i'd break my back AND my butt. i want to attend more balls. i would also like to be in a ball someday. i wish to be a contestant in "schoolgirl realness". :) it was the schoolgirl realness in "paris is burning" that somehow changed my life. one of the queens in the schoolgirl realness competition shown in the film was so fierce that she inspired me in my quest to do really well in high school so that i would get into a good college, get the fuck out of the podunk town i grew up in, and make a real life for myself. so, basically my admission to oberlin was thanks to that queen (and to the general fierceness and ferocity of the legendary ladies and gents). :)
after the ball, we went up to the neighborhood of my university to eat at a great korean restaurant. i had "bibim bap" in a hot, sizzling, stone bowl. i spell that dish "bi bim bop". i just do. i like to spell it that way. the bi bim bop they cook is soooo good. almost all of us had it except for one of us. i had it with tofu instead of meat. i spooned in lots of the dark, thick, red spicy sauce and stirred the bop with my spoon for a few minutes. getting your bop just right takes work on your part. we had a soup with a delectable broth. we had great kimchi and seaweed and omelette dim sum. i was feeling cold, so i ordered korean tea, and it was a nice, light but smoky tea with no sweetness. so, this korean restaurant is about 8 blocks south of where i'll be going to school. you bet your fucking ass i'm going there again, more than once! :) the interior decorations in the restaurant are great. lots of great korean woodwork and paintings and little lanterns. really beautiful and traditional but not fancy at all.
on saturday, i spent the morning/afternoon with the animal shelter van in soho. it was a really slow day, and there were only three volunteers (and four dogs). we only got one adoption application. :( well, one of the new volunteers is super-duper cool, and she was there on saturday. we're becoming friends. i have her phone number now. she's awesome and really kind and she also used to be a big drinker and a drug addict. she's been totally clean for a while now. i told her that i've struggled with alcs over the past five years and i want to be free of it or at least free of the needy feeling i have for it. my friend in the bronx who i met at this last temp assignment is now alcohol-free after having been a heavy drinker. it will be good to hang out with them, not only because they are awesome, but also because they are good role models and good sources of support, and i won't have to worry about them drinking around me and making it harder for me to stay dry.
saturday evening was spent at the house of my friend who just moved back into "the lair". it was fun!!! great times and lots of laughs and great vegetarian, home-cooked, nutritious food! i left when they were gonna show the movie "the secret". that was pretty much the party-pooping moment for me. if it's not clear why i would disagree with the premise of that film, please think about it for a minute.
yesterday, my dad and i were driving all over the bronx. i got myself acquainted with the areas that are easiest to reach from the university and are also not major ghetto-land. now i will know what the classified ads will mean when they list neighborhood names and street names. i pretty much have pinpointed a neighborhood that i want to live in the most. i will not name it here. i should have a pseudonym for the bronx in general. i want most of the people who are gentrifying the whole damn city to keep thinking that the entire bronx (save riverdale) is a stew of super-ghettoization. yeah, guys. don't move up there. it's all dirty and dangerous, and it's no place for yuppies or trustafarians! PLEASE, stay down in the places you've already made unaffordable for regular low-income folks! anyway, this morning i was on the damn subway for 1 1/2 hours to go see the studio in my friend's building only to be told by the guy that he wasn't there (even though he knew i was coming to see it). he said he'd be there in 20 minutes. then, 20 minutes later, he called me to say that he could not see me until after 5 p.m. (it was 11 a.m. at the time) because of a flooding emergency. fuck it. i was so frustrated that tears were streaming. it didn't help that this guy who was also there to see an apartment was asking me alllll of these questions about myself and then went down a list of what ethnicities i might be. i was like, "nope", "nope", "nope", and didn't offer him an answer to what he wanted to know. he himself was puerto rican. well, first he said he was "spanish". he didn't look like he'd just gotten off the boat from sevilla, so i asked where specifically he was from (let me ask 20 questions to YOU now, muthafucka). puerto rico, he said, but was quick to add that he was born here. oh, does that make you superior to those who were born on the island? well, when i finally told him i was mixed and what i was mixed with, i added with emphasis that i was basically the same mix that the majority of puerto ricans were (european and african), whether or NOT they admitted to the african part. one of my pet peeves: boricuas or quisqueyanas who go on ad nauseum about their "spanish" lineage as i stand there looking at their african features, brown skin and thick, dark, curly hair. PET PEEVE. guys, the biggest difference between us is the goddamn language of our home cultures. i often can't tell if someone is african-american, west indian or latino until they open their mouths and speak, BECAUSE WE'RE ALL FUCKING MIXED WITH BASICALLY THE SAME INGREDIENTS!!!! anyway, i dunno when or if i will go back to see the apartment again. the super only shows the apartments from 9-1, and i sure as fuck ain't gonna take off work to see an apt. god willing, i will get another temp job tomorrow or the next day.
i am gonna go eat dinner now. first i have to complain about one more thing: it annoys me that my roommate left me here to live for three weeks in an apartment full of filth that was not of my making. i am cleaning it up to keep myself from going insane. if i can move into a new place in mid-august, that will be great. i won' t cry about leaving this pigsty.
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