create

i'm pretty sure that i'm wasting all of my creative energy on the wrong things.

c'mon it's a monster test it's important okay?

we just watched the "extra bonus footage dvd" for the monster squad's 20th anniversary dvd release.
holy cow am i old.
it was so great to see tho! sean is so damn old and so damn short! pheobe is so not cute at all, which is sad. however, dracula is as hot as ever, and who knew! so is frankenstein. also, rudy. um, i'm not really sure how to describe how he looks. but his hair looks like fallout boy and he was wearing yellow glasses. still love him tho, as a friend that i once, at age 9, wrote a fan letter to, signing off: "see you later, band aid breath (not you, the movie!)." (i'm so gay).
also, we found that in february of this year, they did a monster squad signing and screening in cherry hill new joisey, which is a mere 100 miles from here. and i cannot believe that all this time i've been wearing my lucky dracula underpants to the laughter of andy ("you're never going to meet dracula!") AND I COULD HAVE MET HIM!!! my underpants would NOT have been worn in vein. crimney.
but anyway, the monster squad. the movie that in the summer of 1987, we would watch; it would end; we'd press rewind; we'd watch it again; the circle would continue on and on and on and i'm telling you, quite simply, that the monster squad is the one movie that i know word for word, intonation for intonation, musical note by musical note...and i still love it. i cannot belive 20 years have really gone by (hey that's a less than jake lyric, isn't it?)

i've had a rough day

seriously, if you have 2 autistic sons--scratch that, 2 sons PERIOD-- who are 4 and 6 years old, don't get a fucking mercedes suv. cuz they're going to get mud on the leather upholstry. seriously, the woman whipped out the leather wipes about 10 times.

and speaking of people who shouldn't be mothers, when you take your kids to the park on a day like today, DON'T WEAR A FUCKING RED MINI SKIRT. wear jeans like a normal person. and don't make them leave after 2 minutes cuz you're cold. cuz you're in a FUCKING MINI SKIRT.

seriously.

this is my welcome back from a week of bliss.

curse you, bertie bott!

i went to dylan's candy bar in the hamptons and excitedly purchased a bunch of harry potter candy, such as a chocolate frog (which came with a highly tradeable and collectable famous wizard card) and bertie bott's every flavor bean.
so juliet finds them and is like, "jelly bean time!" i give her one and take one for myself, and say, jokingly, "one at a time! they may be booger flavored!" we eat.
juliet gets this weird look on her face.
mine tastes like dirt. really.
so i grab the little baggie they came in and open the flavor guide.
oh
my
god.
booger.
vomit.
dirt.
soap.
pickle.
sardine.
rotten egg.
AND THEY REALLY TASTE LIKE THESE THINGS.
because i'm an idiot, i try again. i give juliet a soap flavored one and take one for myself. she spits it across the room. i spit mine out too (into the garbage, mind you).
and since 3rd times a charm, i try the pickle one.
gag.
seriously, worth the bad taste.

oh felissa rose

so we watched this movie entitled "horror" which is on felissa rose's myspace (felissa rose is angela from sleepaway camp if you didn't know. and she's married to deron miller. of cKy fame) and it was so "HORROR"able that i cannot even tell you. hahhaha. but the trailer to halloween rob zombie fame looks awesome.

in case you wondered if the infatuation had continued...

i dreamt i kissed harry last night. wtf is wrong w/me?

call me mrs. potter

i'm totally obsessed with harry potter. i dreamt that i was him last night. i am rereading the books. watching the movies. purchasing ridiculous jewelry items from the harry potter fansite such as a golden snitch necklace. my god.

thank god for my nomadic journey of my life

last night i went to my husband's 10 year high school reunion. i didn't have the "honor" of going to my own because my best friend was turning 30 that night, so i went to her party. with the people i'm actually friends with. (makes sense). and after last night, i'm just so glad. about a couple of things. first, that i didn't get to mine. the only people i would have wanted to see (amanda and jill, for instance) wouldn't have even been there. so why go, look at people that 1)i see around anyway and 2) i only knew for a year. and after last night, i'm just so grateful that high school hasn't affected me in a way that it has obviously affected a great deal of these people. i went to 2 high schools. john jay i can barely remember, let alone remember those who affected me in a negative way. i remember my friends worth staying in touch with, and while i really only talk to them on myspace or email, i'm still at least in touch with them on a semi-regular basis. plus, sometimes i have the privledge of meeting them in slinkster brooklyn clubs. as for port chester, i think the meat of my journey there began after high school. i would love to have a castle reunion, see how all of the people i used to do plays are doing. i'd like to have a "friends in general" reunion, since my friends were scattered around into many different aspects of my life. and are now scattered around the country. i'd like to have an echo station crew reunion, which i'm going to assume will happen in the near future anyway. the last place i felt like i really was a part of something, of a class, in a school, was st. columba. and i wasn't even THERE the whole time, i went in in 3rd grade. but at least i clocked in a good 5 years with those people. i have been moving around my whole life. i didn't feel like i belonged in john jay because i didn't. i came in after 8 years of these public school kids knowing each other, so it never really clicked. p.c. we all know it was only senior year which was spent basically having sexy time with my future husband in the dark room (dude, we have reunions every day haha).

so last night, i just couldn't fathom being at a reunion like this, and being so weirded out by it. i mean, i don't go out, and i feel like these are the same old people we see every time we do go out. plus, its only been 10 years, so no one has changed. nothing has changed. i mean, don't get me wrong, a lot of shit has changed since high school, but since we've only been out of school for 5 or 6 years, no one has really moved on to this amazing, bragworthy life. and on that note, i canNOT get into the giving my stats bragatory bullshit. "i went to this college. i live here now. i have x amount of kids. did you get your master's?" and it is amazing to me how many people have NOT gotten over high school. and the "popular" girls. and talking catty nasty bullshit. (in front of someone's friend who they are well aware they drove to this here reunion with). WHY THE FUCK DID YOU COME TO THIS REUNION TO SIT IN A CORNER OF A BAR AND TALK THE SMACK? and the most staggering to me was that it wasn't like, "look how fat she got." it was "she's so skinny she's a coke head now." WHAT? i guess people just cannot win. people in general suck. and i'm so happy i don't have these issues. (hahaha, i have other issues so don't mistake that for bragging. i went to this school...)

on a totally different note, i'm so done with the cnr summer program. it was the most wonderful expreience, being a supervising teacher, having my old professors as collegues, teaching not only awesome kids but awesome grad students...but i'm so happy that i'm going to have my life back. i get to spend some time with my baby, take a week off and spend it in the hamptons, clean my goddamn house (thank you lord!). my dear old friend is currently in the throes of labor! how crazy is that? i think roger pooped, so i have to go check on that. what a jerk he is!