My life is pretty boring/routine. work on mon/tue/fri & school all day wed/thur. In the next month I have my sophomore jury, which is a big god damn deal. I have to handwrite (uh pain in my ass) 20 songs w/ an intro & outro, have them memorized, perform them with a band that I don't know singing it one chorus through as written, then improvise, and then do the melody however the hell I want. I have most of the paper work done (aka what I did over my spring break), and now I just have to sit and 'shed it out. (eew, i'm such a geek. shed.) I guess I would rather do this then go to a normal school & write a bunch of 234523 page papers. So thats what's stressing me out now. Oh, and I have to find a new place to live in like a month. sweet. I haaaate midtown and its mad awk w/ 2 of my roomates, so even though it might bring stress, I think its a really good thing. I'm moving in w/ Rel & her current roomate, but over the summer they'll be subleasing their place out. One of the spots will go to alex, so it will be a nice transition into NOT living together. He and I've basically lived together for the past 2 years, so its going to be kinda weird. Anywhoo we want to get a place closer to school/an awesomeness. Who wants to live on 44th when they could live on 14th? I rest my case.
One of my friends from home was in town with some of his friends (for a spring break mission trip in the south bronx. which is random as hell). I wanted to hang out and he wanted me to show them around. Gotta be honest, I actually hate showing people around - esp when its their first time in the city. There's so much hype, and I never know what to show. Now, even though I act like I alllwaaays know where I'm going & I'm a pretty hard core new yorker, I'm totally not. I'd really like to say that I'm this amazingly graceful cosmopolitan, but today I legit almost fell on my face while crossing 6th ave as a result of a gigantic hole in the street (seriously, it was like a creator. and I was doing today's sudoku from my day calendar). And yesterday I tripped on a homeless man. awesome.

So since i'm a fantastic actress, I was the way cool girl who actually lives in the city who'd LOVE to show them around. I didn't quite know where to take them when they said that they wanted me to show them the village & they'd already seen St. Marks and Bleeker. They kept being like "so is this the village? is this it?" I didn't want to break the news about how there were no little huts. People aren't going to be opening their shutters singing BONJUR or a good day or even asking you how your wife is. This isn't beauty and the fucking beast's village. So instead they got pizza and pinkberry. It turns out my friend is a big fan of yogurt (who knew? as in who knew that someone could be a big fan of yogurt) so he was all about the latter. I took them to union square, and they are all really into photography/art so they liked looking at the art there. Then we watched a woman play a saw for about a 1/2 hour in the union square subway station. DON'T WORRY YOU GUYS! YOU CAN HEAR HER ONLINE. She also plays the american/australian pitched cowbells. I'm sure she's available for your bar mitzvah

"but, hey, not like I'm gay or anything"

EDIT: Just hours after becoming the 55th Governor of NY State, David Paterson and his wife Michelle have admitted to both have extramarital affairs during a rough patch in their marriage.

Yeaaahhh NSU!

The Greenwich Village Society for Historic Preservation is rallying the troops against the New School's long-planned new building, which would replace the Albert List building at 65 Fifth Avenue. Of the 350-foot-tall proposal, GVSHP writes: "GVSHP has consistently raised concerns about the project with The New School, including the all-glass facade, and the extreme massiveness of the proposed building, which would dwarf most buildings around it. The New School has responded to concerns expressed by GVSHP and others about their initial plan to have different colored lights projecting from the building by removing that element from the plan. However, the all-glass facade remains, and the estimated size of the new building has not only not shrunk, it has actually grown." There's a public meeting next Thursday at 6pm in the New School's Tishman Auditorium to discuss the project. [Curbed]

GVSHP, fuck you. I pay way too much money a year to try to fight for one of the 20 practice rooms that my school currently has on the two floors of a building. So I'm soooo sorry that it will block your view. How about you move to Brooklyn.

Our store was closed today (along with all 7,100 stores across the country) to retrain everyone on what exactly a good espresso shot and good steamed milk should be like. Might have seem like a waste of time (training went from 6-9) and money (i got paid!), but its totally going to improve the drinks - esp in the ny area. People here don't get trained b/c there simply isn't time to do so. Its way difficult to have the trainer and trainee on one bar for 25 min steaming and resteaming milk to get the perfect cappuccino while you have a line out the door, and not enough people to get things done. This one guy has been working at my store since early December, and he's never made a drink before in his life. b/c he doesn't know how. hes always assigned to only do things liek deep cleaning, and on the rare occasion he'll be on register. Its sad, but he talks like theres no god damn tommorow, so I kind of am okay with him scrubbing the back room. Thats real bad of me, but whatever.
SO yey, I'm for this training but the worst thing was that we had to close the store on a Tuesday night. On Tuesdays we always get a group of 10 or so homeless/handicapped people who ask for 1826353 venti waters, a tall hot chocolate, a tall vanilla steamer with whole milk (after we answer her bajillion questions about how many calories are in the coffee, mocha, hazelnut latte, carmel aple spice, americano, rice crispy treat, oven, whole milk...), a grande milk with ice put in first!!!. This one guy is s freaking loud and he reminds me of fat albert. He says things like "heeeeaayyyy can i geuuhht a ven teeee waataaahhh." At Christmas time he came up to us when he was leaving and said that he wasn't going to see us next week b/c of christmas, so he wished us a merry Christmas and he would see us in 2 weeks. Another guy who always wears a hat cleaned everything the mess that they made on night and came up to proudly tell me that he did it & I wouldn't have to. They're just really sweet people and we treat them like every other customer or just human beings, which I don't think that they get a lot.
Last night, they all came to the (locked) door together and didn't understand how we could be closed. It was heartbreaking, and if it wasn't such a big deal that all us starbucks were closed, I'm sure we would have let them in.
From now on (or atleast until we can fade it away in the next few days) we have this pledge to ask every customer if their drink tastes exactly how they wanted it, and if not, we'll do it over. We always have this policy, but the whole asking everyone thing is either going to bring out the pain in the ass customers or the ones that are really genuine (like the one who tasted is grande mocha and said "yummy!!"). Whatever, I'm just so relieved that I'm not working till Thursday

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Last night I was in my room after my shower, and all of a sudden I heard all of this noise from outside. B/c I live a few blocks away from the UN, there are always people making a lot of noise together. Like the time that there was the German pride parade, or a rally for Taiwan in the UN, or parade for someplace like Zimbabwe or Botswana (which was so big and loud I think that everyone from Botsbabwe was there). But those things are usually on Saturday morning when I want to sleep in, and this was Sunday night.
I go out on my balcony and I hear all of these cars honking and whoooing and yelling. oh duh, superbowl! giants won! even thought I haven't watched football since my senior year cheering on the sidelines, I felt tons of team spirit. If I was in jr high, my away message so would have been white writing on navy saying something like "~*~ ROCK ON GIANTS!¡! ~*~." That's how team spirity I felt. I could even hear all of the commotion through the apartment w/ the windows closed. It was truly one of those 'oh yea I live in ny' reminders. Not going to lie, I was actually kind of mad that I didn't go out and watch the game. but then I remembered my long nap.
These past few days have left me mentally exhausted. After this weekend I've learned who my real friends are and how I can't be so trustworthy. And how much life sucks w/o a computer, an ipod, and an 1/8 of pot. And how the police aren't as helpful as a doorman.