This is not an exit

I just recieved an email that confused me to no end. Here it is.

Dear Silver,

You still have an opportunity to participate in the admissions survey we sent to
you on June 15th. The survey is confidential and should only take 5-10 minutes
to complete. This is your opportunity to share your impressions of Emory with
us. Your insights will help us better serve the future generations of
applicants.

Please access the survey at:
http://www.surveymonkey.com/s.asp?A=87917887E98038

Thank you for your time and thoughtful responses.

Best wishes,

Jennifer Rickard,
Dean of Admissions & Financial Aid

Please note: If you do not wish to receive further emails from us regarding this
survey, please click the link below, and you will be automatically removed from
this mailing list.
http://www.surveymonkey.com/r.asp?A=87917887E98038


First of all, supposedly, this email was sent from the dean of admissions of Bryn Mawr.
Which begs the question, why the hell would bryn mawr care about what i think about emory. Secondly, i would assume the survey would be more official....what the hell is surveymonkey.com?


my female intuition/spidey sense is tingling.



onto the better stuff.
I know i'll regret this, only because I know how vapid i'll sound once i get this all out. but the awesomeness of online anonymity justifies it.


so mike and i have graudually stopped talking. the only logical reasons are that he lost interest or my attempts to postpone our "date" really annoyed him. regardless, by some cruel twist of fate, we went to a concert (not together) at bowery ballroom (tiny venue-we were bound to see each other and we did) wednesday night. so tuesday night we made awkward small talk and i gave up. at the concert, he did just about everything to avoid contact, and i suppose i'm not too innocent either. me being the scenewhore that i am...or just a whore, i latched myself onto gabe because he was a nice companion and because i didn't know anyone there. (though my indie cred shot up the fucking roof that night) my assumption is that mike thought there was some intense romantic history between gabe and myself. but i can't help feeling like i've just be played like a fucking toy.

and i'm not even sure i like him.
damnit

i wonder what'll happen if i call him now.
i think i just might.

www.postsecret.blogspot.com

incredible.

s'all.

The irony is that I have spent more time at the mall this week than i have at school. But to substantiate that, i needed a prom dress for friday...i spend my time damn well.
But, what has come from that is:
- a new pair of silver shoes (hawt)
- a blue dress --> that i'm probably never going to wear again
- new earrings

I'm beginning to forget what i bought. Not like it'll make that much CAUSE I DON'T HAVE A FUCKING CLOSET TO PUT IT IN.
so those asses started constructing/renovating last week without telling me that my room would be the first to go.I'm moving out in a few weeks to live elsewhere. hopefully.

mmmmmmm.
so masha asked me if i'm dating adrian. i guess now i should make it painfully obvious to both of them that i'm not nor do i have any interest. which may make for a really awkward weekend...masha, adrian ...and myself in the poconos.
+ alcohol + peer pressure = all sorts of exciting ......things.
meow.

which leads to the next topic for discussion. what the fuck am i going to do for the summer.
i THOUGHT i was getting a fucking job
but this eastern board and skate thing fell through
dad already started production and will finish once i can completely committ to it, which is remotely upsetting because that means i'll have to spend countless hours dumping footage onto a computer without any hands-on activity with...ahem...Mr. foreign yugoslavian hottie (ebol i think his name is).
next--> i also thought if work was not available then i can pull some ...strings and get a job at mondo's.
maybe now would be a good time to ask.
if not, i guess i could spend my free time/all my time training for the backpacking trip.
or go to italy.

tis a tough one.

and entirely too much for me right now. i'm going to go figure out why britney is 1000000000000 times more vapid when she is with kevin...
and who in their right mind gave them a prime time hour spot to expose and reveal their "intimate" relationship, i'm sure i could have gotten much more from watching my toenails grow.
damnit.

but i bought the zutons cd
and i feel better.
slightly.
because it wasn't nearly as good as i hoped it would be.
but my next impulsive buy may very well be this paris jazz band.
but then it wouldn't be impulsive.

ARG! SO MUCH TO DO BEFORE I DIE!

oh sweet jesus, mary, all deities. tonight was my last highschool musical production and it rocked the shizzle. except, of course, when i had to see kathy's hideously deformed face and to hear her voice in tandem to looking at her..i think i'm being too mean, but it stands to reason why. i feel it's justified.
leslie and i had dinner in ridgewood and i made a pact (with myself) to eat at all the restaurants in ridgewood in addition to the small portion of the east village. assuming my schedule is even remotely free-er than it is now...so much for assumptions though.
i've failed anton as his romantic advisor, but i have a feeling that he wouldn't have listened to me even if i had offered him the proper guidance.
ah, my brain is falling out of my nose, my ass feels like one sore piece of meat as do my legs and all things connected to my nerves. my hands are drier than cher's vagina and my eyes are closing on their own accord, which doesn't do much for me or my homework.

i think my body is trying to tell me something.

adrian called today.
i love it.
but there's no use getting worked up about it.
on the other hand, i called eric and talked to him for a bit. he is definitely going to university of hardford (many congrats).
oh fuck, the phone.

New Immediate Life Plan:
- score me a job (Nepotism or Eastern Board and Skate)
- Make my way around the village gourmet glut
--> Chickpea ( third ave near st. marks) = pita parlor
--> Klong ( st. marks place near third ave) = Thai place
--> St. Marks Market: been there before...yummy fruit
--> Grand Sichuan (st. marks place near third ave) Chinese...meh
--> Kenka ( St. Marks near Second ave) I have no idea ...Japanese?
--> Cacio e Pepe (second ave near 12th street) = ...
--> ChikaLicious (e. 10th st near second ave) = dessert cafe, uber small, and semi expensive
--> Angon on the 6th ( E. 6th st. near second ave) Indian...famous chef ( begum mina azad), yummy lentils
--> Miss Williamsburg Portavia (e. 10th street near first ave) = italian
--> Una Pizza Napoleana (e. 12th st near first ave) I think i've been here before but i'm sure. Anthony Mangieri has been hailed as new york's best, im not sure that's true...
--> Temple (st. marks place near first ave) = really really really want to go here, vegetarian friendly korean food (gasp)
--> Momofuku Noodle bar (first ave, near 10th street) = self explanitory = noodle bar
--> Share (E. 9th street near first ave) = romantic, couply dinner, date, etc.
--> dumpling man ( st. marks place near first ave)= Surprise!!take a guess
--> Hummus Place (st. marks place, near ave. A) = sounds oddly like chickpea...hrm.

but what i'm more excited about is this new thai restaurant that opened last month on first ave. entirely vegetarian, uses THREE types of tofu (that's just absurd) and...it's thai. it's called pukk. i'm hungry
hugh just recommended that i go to gobo, never heard of it before but i guess i should give it a shot. OR i could just drive my lazy ass over to veggie heaven...
i need some money.

;KCLKARG;AKASDLKDAGF

april is taking its damn time.
got scholarship offers from u of arizona, u of texas, u of south florida...
i never imagined minorities would be so sought after below the mason dixon line.

Awww. Poor baby Jesus is overshadowed by a fat white man who talks about hoes endlessly. Yup, quite a holiday. Speaking of which, krock is fighting mainstream conventionalism. Instead of playing festive music like ALL other radio stations (pshaw) they are counting down the 93 worst Christmas songs. Incidentally, most of the songs have nothing to do with Christmas, lyricists thought they were being clever. The jews had it better, they have adam sandler. Gosh, I marvel at their…yea, forget it, at least they have a fucking radio station.

Anyway, I’m adding flavor to MY Christmas. That means I’m playing the 98 Degrees Christmas cd ad nauseam. ROCK!
What’s that I hear? I do believe mr. william hung has released a Christmas cd. Gosh, my Christmas is complete.
Zing, suckas.

One thing to look foward to, one night of restful sleep.

Hugh got into Yale!!!!

mmmmm.
He owns the world.

i need some ritalin

One last thing.


I LOVE YOU MRS. WHETSAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Apparently she wrote me an amazing recommendation. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.