Ramblings

You see, It's been almost a month since I've seen the woodsy bubble of the Bardland...but back in CT, I've been learning a lot about myself, Darien, and the people around me. This is a demi list of ideas, notions, thoughts that have been going through my head over the month of no learning, just staring...

*Laser tag- if i can think of the only thing to represent the 1990's, it would be laser tag. Man, that game was the shit!

*Lemon Lime gatorade used to be gross, but now I can't get enough...it's just so fake, it's great!

*Vh1 is now my new favorite channel. Does that mean I'm old? And while we're on the subject of TV, I believe "Great Hotels" on the travel channel is the best show alive. Samantha Brown gets to see all these cool hotels, eat great food, and get massages wherever she goes and she's so COOL! Damn, I think I found a new role model. Sorry Michael Moore.

*Costco is so cool because it ruins Mom and Pop stores around America buy selling Americans big stuff for cheap. It's a warehouse of shit piled up and we go for it because we need to save money...I bought Amelie for 9 bucks on DVD! Hell yeah, go Capitalism!

*My cat is showing signs of age...plus he takes up the whole bed. I hate when he does that.

*I've been watching a lot of TV lately and I've noticed that people in America are skinny on television as opposed to real life where they are overweight. This has made me stop eating lunch because of the hyponotic stare of the television. Well, I was watching a documentary on Air Force One...so I was learning. All i had for lunch with a soft pretzel and a diet coke. I even thought about going to the gym (even though I don't belong to one here in CT...I just wanted to go to some gym)...that's not me...I don't "work out!"

*I talked to Alex today and I found out that he really does mean well. He's a sweet boy (though he doesn't want anyone to know that) who has a strong belief structure and we bardians and other such folk are just not used to that hellfire of Republican Middle American values. Alex and I just decided that hey, we're two different people and we're bound to do great things. He even told me I could do great with my writing...I always believed he hated my prose! So kudos Alex...

*I really hate that Dominos Dots commercial. "They're coming!" screams that perfectly American suburban boy...ugg and those stupid dots roll down the hill...how pathetic.

*Letting me loose in a barnes and noble is not good. I want too many books and I don't have the monies. I'm just thinking "birthday...birthday...birthday..."

*Babysitting has lost its paranoia and has gone into the sweet life. Alls i gotta do is drive some kids places, make a quick meal, watch a movie (this week's movie was Babe, a classic!) and huzzah...75 bucks American!

*hanging out with Colin Donegan is still as awkward as I remember...watching full house on the couch at 3 AM was like being a senior in high school again...a time machine back into what I call my "loose days" well not really loose but loose for me. Playing the "time game" (where you watch the clock and then when it changes to the next minute, whoever yells out the time first wins...ohhh yeah, we know how to party) was just as silly as ever and although he's a "nice boy" as my mother would say, he's still got that 25 percent sleaze from high school that still pangs my memory and makes me cringe. Poor boy...

*I haven't spoken to Braden in a good long while...my so-called "boyfriend" is no where to be found and I have a sneaking suspition that he's mad at me, though I don't know why...I adore the boy, i really do but being away from him is making me wonder how it's going to be when we get back to the suite life...

*Talking to Jesse on the phone has been my only joy, I love the kid dearly and being away from him for so long is torture. He's my best friend...what can I say? I set him up with one of my campers (sound dirty? Hardly...the kid's 17 and adorable...even I had the hots for him back in the day...) hopefully they'll hit it off and then we can all turn the suite into a sex den...ohh yeah!

*I have seen knock offs of the Burberry Quilted Coat everywhere...and they don't come cheap. The knock off jacket at "chou chou" (stupid expensive shoes) was 200 bucks. I don't pay more than 200 dollars for anything...that's just the Emily way...well maybe for a car and maybe for a house, whatever the Emily code is stupid. The coat has become a town icon that probably can been seen from space. It's like a plague that's spreading through town. Thanks to the stock market and the empty pocket books of the sauter ladies, we're not infected...

*Last night I had a dream that was at Bard, though there was a building named "raggio" (don't ask, it's just a dream) and I was being trapped by a woman in a tiara and a white dress and by fighting her in this large wooden room with soft white floors, was using Matrix techniques, swinging her around, getting stuck in the air. Death on was on my side and while we fought her, we recited poetry. I got free from her hold and ran down the grand staircase and into the Bard steamroom (it was very beautiful, encased in marble) where about 50 small kids in bathing caps were sitting. An old friend from high school stood up in her towel and started yelling about not being a victim...and everyone cheered. After we went to Raggio, an old office building that had neon lights on it that said the latest bard news and even stock prices. Inside was a mess of dark rooms and art studios. "I wish I could live here" someone said and it was quiet, unlike Tremblay...I agreed with these people and then i woke up...am I healthy?

Okay, that's enough for tonight...i'll add some more in the morning when I think about it while I dream...and while the snow falls here in Darien, I drink my gatorade in the darkness saying:
"Anna Nicole Smith is a moron..."