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Saturday, February 28th, 2004

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Saturday, February 28th, 2004

aven’t done one of these for a long time. So, what the hell, here it goes…

1. IF YOU COULD BUILD A HOUSE ANYWHERE WHERE WOULD IT BE?
I’d have a few houses because I’m going to be rich and famous. First, I’d have my brownstone in Manhattan. I wouldn’t need to build that, but perhaps renovate it. Then, I would have a house in Italy and perhaps one in Maine.

2. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ARTICLE OF CLOTHING?
My low-rise Old Navy jeans. I’ve had about 15 different pairs, because I always wear mine until they are rags.

3. FAVORITE PHYSICAL FEATURE OF THE OPPOSITE SEX?
Eyes and smile. Those are the two things that capture me. Also, if the guy has long hair, it doesn’t hurt 🙂

4. THE LAST CDS THAT YOU BOUGHT?
Badfinger, The Best of Badfinger and .38 Special, .38 Special Live

5. WHERE’S YOUR FAVORITE PLACE TO BE?
My bedroom or New York City

6. WHERE’S YOUR LEAST FAVORITE PLACE TO BE?
My Multimedia Production class

7. WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE PLACE TO BE MASSAGED?
Shoulders, neck, scalp

8. WHAT’S MOST IMPORTANT, STRONG IN MIND OR STRONG IN BODY?
Definitely the mind

9. WHAT TIME DO YOU WAKE IN THE MORNING?
Mondays and Thursdays, 7:00 a.m.
Tuesdays and Fridays, 10:00 a.m.
Wednesdays, 2:00 p.m.
Saturday and Sundays, 11:00 p.m.

10. WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE KITCHEN APPLIANCE?
I am the microwave queen!

11. WHAT MAKES YOU REALLY ANGRY?
Fake people, velour pants, Nextels, Fordham’s dryers, Fordham administration, long Ram production night, cigarettes and drugs

12. IF YOU COULD PLAY ANY INSTRUMENT, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
I already play the piano, and that’s what I like. If any other instrument, it would probably have to be the guitar so I can play like Neal Schon!

13. FAVORITE COLOR?
Green

14. WHICH DO YOU PREFER, SPORTS CAR OR SUV?
Subway, that’s my car!

15. DO YOU BELIEVE IN AFTERLIFE?
Sure do. And I hope I can come back to earth and cause some mischief!

16. FAVORITE CHILDREN’S BOOK?
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Fox in Socks, Apple Tree Apple Tree

17. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEASON?
Winter… I love the snow, but only if it’s accompanied by not-too-cold weather. This winter was horrid.

18. IF YOU COULD HAVE ONE SUPER POWER, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
To fly… I always wished I could fly when I was younger.

19. If YOU HAVE A TATTOO, WHAT IS IT?
A butterfly and flowers on my left shoulder.

20. CAN YOU JUGGLE?
Nope. Eve attempted teaching me, but you can’t mix Super Spaz with juggling.

21. THE ONE PERSON FROM YOUR PAST YOU WISH YOU COULD GO BACK AND TALK TO?
Probably Poppy, my grandfather… he died before I was born, but I always hear such nice stories about him.

22. WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE DAY?
Fridays, because I have no classes and I usually spend them in the city.

23. WHAT’S IN THE TRUNK/BACK OF YOUR CAR?
I don’t have a car, but in my mom’s Toyota is a spare tire, some oil, Windex, a blanket, a pillow and bottled water.

24. WHICH DO YOU PREFER, SUSHI OR A HAMBURGER?
Sushi. I could live on sushi! I wouldn’t mind eating sushi for the rest of my life.

25. FROM THE PEOPLE YOU WILL EMAIL THIS TO, WHO’S MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND FIRST?
. Definitely Caitlin. But then again, she’s probably already done this one like 1,293 times.

26. WHO’S LEAST LIKELY TO?
Kara took my code and posted only a few times. Then, she doesn’t use it! What a waste of a code.

27. WHO DID YOU RECEIVE THIS FROM?
I don’t know who gets the honor. I first saw it in ‘s journal, but I copy/pasted it from ‘s journal.

28. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CARTOON?
She-Ra, She-Ra!

I am Adora, He-man’s twin sister, and defender of the Crystal Castle.

This is Spirit, my beloved steed.

Fabulous secrets were revealed to me the day I held aloft my sword and said: “For the Honor of Greyskull!”

She-Ra, She-Ra . . . She-Ra . . . She-Ra, She-Ra . . . I am She-ra!

Only a few others share this secret. Among them are Lightfoot, Madame Razz and Kowl.

Together, we and my friends of the Great Rebellion strive to free Esteria from the evil forces of Horde!

She-Ra, She-Ra!

Rod Stewart Concert Review

Saturday, February 28th, 2004

ince I wrote a review for The Ram, I might as well just copy/paste my review here instead of typing it over again.

In many instances, older singers tend to lose the vocal range they had in their younger glory days. However, Rod Stewart is one of the exceptions. Kicking off the start of both of his concerts at Madison Square Garden February 25 and 26 with “Forever Young,” Stewart proved he was indeed forever young, sounding as crisp and clear as he did in his earlier years. Judging by the shrieks of the women in the audience, he also hasn’t lost his booty-shaking sex appeal, either.

Stewart finished off the metropolitan-area leg of his 44-city Great American Songbook tour to a nearly sold-out audience at the Garden February 26.

Along with “Forever Young,” the first half of his concert consisted mainly of his greatest hits, such as “Downtown Train,” “This Old Heart of Mine,” “Some Guys Have All the Luck,” “Hot Legs,” “Infatuation,” “Reason to Believe,” “Rhythm of My Heart” and a cover of Cat Stevens’ (not Sheryl Crow’s, as Stewart pointed out) “First Cut is the Deepest.”

Rolling Stones guitarist Ron Wood, from Stewart’s early days with the Jeff Beck Group and the Faces, joined Stewart on stage for “Stay With Me,” much to the delight of the screaming audience.

Accompanied by three women backup singers, a rock band, saxophone and fiddle, Stewart belted out his songs flawlessly, with the exception of his sometimes-unchoreographed moves. Between numbers and sips of liquor, he interacted with the audience, talking to them and kicking numerous soccer balls into the crowds. He also drove many of the ladies wild with his hip and booty-shaking dancing.

A 15-minute break followed the first set, and Stewart reappeared, clad in a tuxedo and rose, backed by an 11-piece orchestra. The décor, including the classic black and white RCA logo playing in the background, recalled the big bands of yesteryear.

And yesteryear is exactly what Stewart was going for. His most recent albums, It Had to Be You … The Great American Songbook and As Time Goes By … The Great American Songbook II, pay tribute to the golden age of radio between World War I and World War II.

Stewart soulfully crooned oldies-but-goodies such as, “You Go to My Head,” “The Way You Look Tonight,” “These Foolish Things,” “Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered,” “Someone to Watch Over Me” and “As Time Goes By.” The addition of a rock saxophone gave the songs a modern edge, but they still had the wonderful dancing cheek-to-cheek feel to them.

However, Stewart’s hits weren’t over just yet, as audience shouts of “Maggie May, Maggie May!” penetrated the air between songs. Shedding his tuxedo and the 1930s atmosphere, he finished off his second set with, “Have I Told You Lately,” “Tonight’s the Night,” “Maggie May” and the semi-erotic, semi-narcissistic “Do Ya Think I’m Sexy?”

The encore consisted of the audience-rousing “We’re Having a Party/Twisting the Night Away” and ended on a sweet note with the nostalgic Billie Holiday tune, “I’ll Be Seeing You.”

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Wednesday, February 25th, 2004

o I went to church tonight for Ash Wednesday.
Haven’t been to church in quite a while.
It still did nothing for me.
I don’t know what it is.
It just felt strange.

The movie never ends…

Wednesday, February 25th, 2004

amn, The Ram is getting good. I was in bed by 5:55 this morning, woohoo!

I am still shocked from last night’s production, and these are the reasons why:

1) We put out a 32-page paper
2) Arts & Entertainment left before Opinions and News
3) We had two five-page sections
4) No one killed Jim
5) No one killed Pat
6) I didn’t break down and cry like I did the past two weeks
7) Everything PDFed correctly
8) I got seven hours of sleep
9) Allison showed up
10) And I didn’t bitch about last night once today!

Now let’s hope the final product reflects this.

::happy sigh::

And the clocks are ticking…

Tuesday, February 24th, 2004

few thoughts…

1) Allison is lying on the floor. I am unsure whether she is dead, sleeping, or meditating.
2) Frozen bananas are definitely on my top 10 list of the best things in the world right now.
3) I didn’t get enough sleep last night.
4) Boys are evil.
5) My window won’t shut and it’s cold in my room.
6) I think I am going to wear my green New Orleans shirt today.
7) Rod Stewart concert in two days, MOD trip in five days.
8) I need caffeine.
9) I have to recharge my NiMH batteries.
10) I forgot to go to the bank yet again.

I’m chasing shadows of myself…

Sunday, February 22nd, 2004

Well, more like taking a picture of my shadow on a city sidewalk.

riday, I met Yuri (quite late) in the city. I was supposed to meet him around 12:00, but laundry, phone calls from Professor Lauterstein, my mother, both my roommates not waking up in time, and a long line as Res Life prevented me from getting to Times Square until after 1:00. When I finally got to the downtown 1/9 platform, Yuri was not there, then I saw him rushing down the stairs because he was late. Worked out beautifully.

We took the Staten Island Ferry over to – you guessed it – Stated Island. It’s a pretty cool trip, and it’s ::gasp:: FREE! We made fun of tourists and took pictures:

Statue of Liberty
New Jersey to the left, New York to the right

When we got over to Staten Island, we rode the whole Staten Island Railroad (Railway?) back and forth. It wasn’t anything spectacular… just imagine riding an above-ground subway through really slummy parts of Staten Island. We walked around Tottenville for a bit and took a picture of two strangely painted houses:

Notice the bright teal house to the side, and this multicolored one. These were only two of the many houses painted like this. I’m sorry if you live in Staten Island and this is your house!

We then took the ferry back to Manhattan and rode the Q Diamond for the very last time ::sniffle::. We went downtown to Sheepshead Bay, ate dinner, got pics, and rode back up to Herald Square, where we parted.

This is the only nice shot of the Q Diamond the whole damned day. Yuri probably got much better ones than I did. I need to figure out how to configure my camera before the March of Dimes subway trip next Sunday so I can get good shots of the cars (sans wreaths) this time. I finally found my user’s manual so it may actually go well this time.

Another fun, cheap (yay!) day in the city with Yuri 🙂

Saturday, I slept super-late (riding trains will do that to you), then babysat in Scarsdale as usual. However, they came home two hours earlier than usual, so people were still awake when I got back to campus. I visited and , who was visiting Kathleen. They went to Tinkers, then I went home to take a shower and go to bed, except Allison and Eileen were watching The Hours, so I bullshitted online for a bit.

Slept quite late this morning. Why? It’s another Crazy Amanda Dream©!…

I was at Rockaway Beach. Although, it really wasn’t Rockaway Beach, but Robert Moses with a lot of pine trees. It was warm and sunny. I was walking along the beach in bare feet, and I noticed how beautiful the sun hitting the water was. I took out my digital camera to take a picture, but realized the sun was going to glare, so I turned to the side. As I turned, the undertow grabbed me and dragged me in, under the water. I struggled to keep my camera above the water so it wouldn’t get wet, but it got submerged anyways. I finally pulled myself from the water and ran up the beach, where there was a playground. There was a little Mexican girl playing on the slide, and I went to go take a picture, but then I realized my feet were burning and they hurt badly.

Suddenly, I was in a little cottage built in the middle of Eddie’s Parade at school. It was a cookie-cutter cottage, painted light pink and light yellow, with scalloped white trim. There was a whole bunch of cottages and I asked Alyse, who was with me, what they were for. She said the new Ram office was in the cottage in front of me. I turned the doorknob, but it was locked. I grabbed a bobby pin out of my hair and picked the lock. Inside, there was a comfy green couch, computer, and file cabinets. It looked eerily similar to my high school newspaper’s office, The Campanile. I suddenly had this ice-cream cone in my hand and began to eat it.

Then Allison’s alarm clock went off and jostled me from my slumber.

I want a little piece of mind to turn to…

Thursday, February 19th, 2004

here to begin, where to begin…

Life has been very crazy. I really need a break from everything that’s been going on. I just want to be able to sleep when I want to, breathe when I want to, shut out the world when I want to… I feel like I’ve been doing as best I can, but it’s still not good enough, and I keep pushing myself harder. I keep giving everything my all, and in the end, it’s just driving me insane.

A vacation sounds good right about now.

I’m too tired to rant about The Ram right now. The initial euphoria of Editor-in-Chiefdom has worn off, thanks to last night. Ugh.

Perhaps it’s best if I just beat a pillow.

At least the weekends are good to me. Thursday and Friday I went home, which was nice. Mom, Alyse and I went a Japanese restaurant for dinner, where the waitress told us to “Have a Happy Valentine’s Day with pistachios!” Japanese people are funny. However, I still don’t understand the pistachio reference…

Saturday, I babysat. My train from Grand Central to Scarsdale was cancelled, so I had to get on a doubled-up Southeast train and switch at Mount Vernon West, which was a pain in the ass. I also lost an hour of work! However, I did get to watch three hours of commercial-free 60s-70s-80s love music videos on VH-1 Classic. It was great… and I finally saw “Why Can’t This Night Go On Forever” and flipped out! However, I saw why it was cut off of the Journey Greatest Hits DVD… it really doesn’t have the same feel as “Faithfully” or any of the other live videos. But still, it was Journey! A nice ending to an otherwise uneventful Valentine’s Day…

Sunday, I met Yuri in the city and we went railfanning around New Jersey. I was supposed to meet him at the Herald Square PATH station, but he was late, so I walked around the Manhattan Mall for a while, took pictures, and bought myself some chocolates for 50% off. Yay for day-after-Valentine’s-Day chocolates! We took PATH over to Hoboken, then rode the whole Hudson-Bergen Light Rail. It was my first time on both systems, and they were both pretty cool! We saw a bunch of people get busted for not having tickets on HBLR… and when I mean busted, I’m not talking about the $2 on-board fare that the LIRR tacks on. This was a hefty fine and possible jail time. What hard-asses! It was amusing, though. We also walked around Bayonne, which was interesting, then saw a MetroCard machine get, uh, “pwned” by Microsoft Windows NT. All in all, a fun day 🙂 We’re going to ride the last of the Q Diamond subway, take the Staten Island Ferry, and check out Staten Island rail on Friday.

Afterwards, I met with Karen, Melanie, and Alyse, and we went to go see Monster. All I can say about that movie is WOW. Charlize Theron definitely should get an Oscar for her role as serial killer Aileen Wuornos. It was a deeply disturbing, yet powerful movie. I suggest you all see it! It was also great seeing mis amigas and my sister. If Margaret were only there, it would be complete. I hope there are more days in the future like that! We don’t get to see each other as often anymore with school and growing-upness. Boo to that.

Only one more day of classes and I’m free of worries and stress for a few days…


BE GOOD TO YOURSELF
(Perry/Cain) Journey – Frontiers, 1983

Runnin’ out of self-control
Gettin’ close to an overload
Up against a no win situation
Shoulder to shoulder, push and shove
I’m hangin’ up my boxin’ gloves
I’m ready for a long vacation

Be good to yourself when, nobody else will
Oh be good to yourself
You’re walkin’ a high wire, caught in a cross fire
Oh be good to yourself

When you can’t give no more
They want it all but you gotta say no
I’m turnin’ off the noise that makes me crazy
Lookin’ back with no regrets
To forgive is to forget
I want a little piece of mind to turn to

Be good to yourself when, nobody else will
Oh be good to yourself
You’re walkin’ a high wire, caught in a cross fire
Oh be good to yourself

Live the dreams you search, but can’t find…

Sunday, February 8th, 2004

uess I’ll post about my weekend a little later… this one I have to post now, before I forget. You guessed it, it’s a Weird Amanda Dream©!

Ever have one of those dreams that lasted a good part of the night, or at least seemed that way? Well, this was one of them. I don’t know what contributed to this dream, because I haven’t had one this strange in a while. Was it the cafeteria-stolen cookies I had before I went to sleep, or was it the fact I went to bed at 3:30 a.m.? Well, anyways, here it goes:

I am on a northbound-Harlem Line Metro-North train and I have to go to the 125th St-Harlem stop. I have a lot of gifts with me, mostly in gift bags. I realize we pulled into the stop, and I ran out of my seat to make it out before the doors closed. Right before I got to the doors, they started to close, so I threw my bags towards the closing doors in attempt to keep them open. My bags make it to the station platform, but I do not, as the doors shut right before I am able to get off the train. The train starts to pull away, and my bags are sitting neatly in a pile on the platform, and people are picking them up and walking away with them. I start yelling for someone to get me off the train, because I needed my bags, but no one heard me.

I get off at the next station, Melrose, and walk to a building, where there is a party going on. I apologize to the man that is throwing a party, and told him how I lost the bags. Suddenly, I get a twinge of pain in my stomach, and I don’t know what is going on. Someone shouts that I am labor and someone should get me to the hospital.

I’m suddenly in a hospital, in a bed, with doctors scurrying around me. Next thing I know, there’s a baby in my arms. I was confused, because I didn’t know that I had been pregnant. The doctors ask me who the father is, and what the baby’s name is. Steve comes out of nowhere and says, “I’m not the father, but I already named the baby for Amanda.” The name was something horrendous, like Dane Chester, and I began screaming at Steve that I wanted to name the baby Jonathan and I was going to take him to court and rename the baby.

I look at the baby and realize it’s a girl, and not a boy. Not only that, she doesn’t look like a newborn, but perhaps a six-month-old baby… with teeth. She was very cute, though. I put the baby down on my bed, on her stomach, and she fell asleep. A nurse came in and yelled at me that babies are supposed to sleep on their back, and put the baby on her back.

While the baby is asleep, I call my friends and family and told them I had a baby. I then called Mom and told her, then she asks me who the father is, and I reply, “I don’t know. I don’t even remember the night it happened.” She then asks me if I was drunk that night, and I begin to cry. I explain to her that I don’t know what to do, I never had a baby and no one threw me a baby shower so I had nothing. I never even knew I was pregnant.

I decide to shop for baby stuff, and find a crib, a plastic baby bathtub, and Winnie the Pooh bed sheets. A woman comes out of nowhere and tells me not to buy the bed sheets, because they were dirty. I thank her and go home.

I go back to my dorm at school, and Mom was there with the baby, spoon-feeding the baby Coca-Cola. She yells at me for neglecting the baby at the hospital, and I told her I went to go buy a crib. She asked me what I was going to name the baby, and I reply, “Arin” (pronounced Ay-rin).

I then realize that the crib wouldn’t fit in the room, and Allison and Eileen would be mad if I brought a baby into our room. I begin to cry and ask Mom what to do. She tells me I have to buy an apartment off-campus, because Fordham will fine me $1,000 for having a baby in my room. I tell her I can never return to school again, because I can’t afford someone to baby-sit for Arin. I begin to cry when I realize I can’t finish school.

Strange, very strange. And disturbing. And I’ll probably be thinking about the damned dream all day. Any analyzers?

You’re caught in a crossfire…

Thursday, February 5th, 2004

ultimedia professor status has been downgraded to nitpicky. Class wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be tonight. Plus Rita and I got the “gold” for the day for our narrative on the history of children’s educational television shows. Woohoo, he actually liked it!

The Ram came out beautiful once again. Not that I’m biased or anything 🙂 Gosh, it feels like I give birth to a baby every week. I wonder if having a baby is exciting as getting out a good issue of The Ram. Still have quite a few years to figure that one out!