randomness
"I try to take life one day at a time;
sometimes, however, several days attack me all at once."
Winter Reading:
The Tenant of Wildfell Hall
by Anne Brontë
Vanity Fair
by William Thackarey
Camilla
by Fanny Burney
Haunted
by Meg Cabot
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August 9
hot fire
If you're hot fire, this means you probably:
* are extremely boy/girl crazy
* love a challenge and the thrill of the chase
* can be very flirtatious
* are pretty confident most of the time
* can be nasty if you don't get your way
* have a serious jones for some lip-service
* have no problem letting people know how you feel about them
* believe that humour and love should go hand in hand
Confident and out-spoken, no one would ever call you shy. But you do have a soft center. People sometimes find you hard to fathom: one minute you're as sweet as pie and the next you're a naughty, foot stamping terror. But, hey, that's just part of your charm, right?
in love: If you come across someone you like the look of, there's no way they're not going to notice you. You'll do everything in your power to grab their attention. You won't embarrass anyone, though, you're far to considerate for that. But you'll make damn sure you get exactly what you're after.
watch out: In love, you're impatient and impetuous and sometimes forget that it takes two to make a relationship really work. Apart from that, you're fabulous, amusingly unpredictable, exciting company.
advice: Ease up on that image of yours and loosen up a bit, be yourself. It might be just what you need to catch that special someone's eye.
hot fire leo: You are very good at getting your way, especially in romance. Once you decide who and what you want, there's no stopping you.
perfect match: hot fire and hot air
courtesy of She's Crafty
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name: eva
location: boston
sun sign: leo
rising sign: sagitarrius
moon sign: scorpio
favorite word: lascivious
favorite beer: Magic Hat
current favorite poet: Mark Doty
current obsessions:
mr. darcy's pants
kyle's baby blues
classic movies
ruffles sour cream & cheddar chips
five must reads:
Pride and Prejudice
by Jane Austen
Ramona Forever
by Beverly Cleary
A Wrinkle in Time
by Madeleine L'Engle
To Kill a Mockingbird
by Harper Lee
The Tenant of Wildfell Hall
by Anne Brontë
five movie favorites:
Laura, The Birds,
Sixteen Candles,
Amelie, Sliding Doors
five music favorites:
"In a Little While" by U2,
"No Woman No Cry"
by Bob Marley, "Two of Us"
by The Beatles,
"Better Man" by Pearl Jam,
"Nada" by Juanes
current theme song:
"Soak up the Sun"
by Sheryl Crow
previous theme songs:
"83" by John Mayer
"Driftwood" by Travis
favorite Ben & Jerry's flavor:
Chocolate Fudge Brownie
current celebrity
fun fuck:
Gregory Smith
places I have been:
Buenos Aires, Edinburgh,
London, Lesser Antilles,
New York, Puerto Rico,
Tampa, York
places I want to see:
Barcelona, Dublin,
Florence, New Mexico
New Orleans, Prague,
Sydney, Venice, Vienna
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Monday, July 29, 2002
Had an amazing weekend in New York. It was nice to spend some time with my parents. While I was definitely the youngest person in the group it was startling to realize that I was an adult. For the most part I was treated as an equal. And it was such a strange feeling. Like most of my life all I've longed for is that my family recognize that I am a fully capable individual. Now that they have, it's nice, just a little anti-climactic.
Word of the day: anti-climactic
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10:29 AM
Wednesday, July 24, 2002
from The Unbearable Lightness of Being:
"Then what was the relationship between Tereza and her body? Had her body the right to call itself Tereza? And if not, then what did the name refer to? Merely something incorporeal, intangible?
(These are questions that had been going through Tereza's head since she was a child. Indeed, the only true serious questions are ones that even a child can formulate. Only the most naive of questions are truly serious. They are the questions with no answers. A question with no answer is a barrier that cannot be breached. In other words, it is a question with no answers that sets the limits of human possibilities, describes the boundaries of human experience.)"
These words just seemed to be unshakeable in their truth and wisdom as I read them on the train today. The question posed by Tereza is one I have often asked myself. To no satisfactory answer. It's nice to know there isn't one.
Word of the day: incorporeal
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10:37 PM
Tuesday, July 23, 2002
It's been years since someone's made me my lunch. Until today. I have to say there is something about a special someone who packs a lunch for you and who remembers the silly picky preferences you have, such as the fact that you like your sandwiches cut down the middle, and that you like having your lunch stored in a tupperware container as opposed to a sandwich bag. T remembered all of it. Brownie points obtained: a zillion trillion.
Finished reading June Jordan. Loved this section of "A Sonnet for A.B.T.":
A top ten lyric fallen to eleven
But meaningful (meaningful) because the music still
invites a kind of close tight heaven
of a slowdown dance to let me kill the chill.
You know what I mean
My Love: Seen or unseen
Today we're celebrating R's goodbye dinner. I can't believe how quickly time goes by. I'm going to miss her so much. She was my best girl in Boston.
Word of the day: meaningful
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3:10 PM
Monday, July 22, 2002
Surprises can truly be wonderful things. I'm so glad I didn't let my curiosity regarding T's plans for us get the better of me. He took me to see an outdoor production of "As You Like It," my favorite play by Shakespeare. And it was absolutely wonderful. Just the fact that he remembered that AYLI was my favorite play meant so much to me. It's with all the little things he does that he shows me how much he cares. And how much he actually listens to what I say. How awesome is that?
Sometimes I wonder how I got so lucky. It's funny how timing has everything to do with things!
Word of the day: timing
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9:39 AM
Saturday, July 20, 2002
According to the spyname quiz, my middle name is Suave. Which I find amusing for no apparent reason, and which I read two ways. Suave and sua-vey, in English and in Spanish. Luckily they both mean kind of the same thing, although usage varies a bit between the two.
Last night T and I watched "Laura" (one of the best film noirs of all time) and I almost wish that the kind of cool in the movie was normal. Whenever I watch a classic movie all I know is that sometimes I wish I were living in that era. Ah well, I guess this era possesses it own kind of cool.
Word of the day: cool
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12:10 PM
Friday, July 19, 2002
Yesterday T and I walked all around downtown. It was beautiful right by the water. I hadn't realized how much I missed the smell of the sea, being there reminded me so much of Puerto Rico. It's funny how much I love living in Boston. And yet sometimes I feel this aching nostalgia for the island. Maybe because I know I'll never live there again. And warmth and sun and gorgeous beaches are things I'll always long for. Heck, they're things I wish I had here.
in reference to checking to see what other people are reading on the train
e: sometimes you have to be surreptitious
t: see there you go again with the deviousness
e: what? it's a good word. besides I was curious.
Word of the day: surreptitious
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9:58 AM
Thursday, July 18, 2002
Winner of the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest for horrible writing:
“On reflection, Angela perceived that her relationship with Tom had always been rocky, not quite a roller-coaster ride but more like when the toilet paper roll gets a little squashed so it hangs crooked and every time you pull some off you can hear the rest going bumpity-bumpity in its holder until you go nuts and push it back into shape, a degree of annoyance that Angela had now almost attained.” by Rephah Berg
Also horrible: the mere fact that John Mayer is dating Jennifer Love Hewitt. The man could do so much better than a D-list actress/singer/songwriter with a pea for a brain. But that's just my opinion.
Dinner last night was amazing. R pulled out all the stops cooking not only A's birthday dinner but making SJ's signature dessert. Even making me a special salad without lettuce (I despise lettuce) and not yelling at me for not eating the artichoke hearts stuffed into the chicken. And the Chocolate Chiffon Pie was the perfect way to end the evening.
Word of the day: horrible
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9:20 AM
T is being oh so mysterious. To someone as curious as me I have to say I love that he wants to surprise me. And add the fact that he's been planning this at least since Sunday...well let's just say that for someone who has no need to stack up brownie points he's been accumulating them left and right.
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12:19 AM
Wednesday, July 17, 2002
Went out with S yesterday and it just made me realize how much more I love having T in my life.
Today would have been SJ's seventeenth birthday. She was such a beautiful person, so very loved. I didn't know her well, but I am still so incredibly saddened by her death. So tonight we'll have dinner and eat some cake and remember the beautiful person that she was.
Word of the day: birthday
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9:21 AM
Tuesday, July 16, 2002
First day at work. Am feeling appropriately overwhelmed. Still haven't been able to figure out yesterday's word of the day.
Had an extremely productive day yesterday. Did laundry, shopped for groceries, was attacked by egg carton, ate cake (this was perhaps the single most important thing I did), made dinner, and prepared myself for today.
Word of the day: cake
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11:22 AM
Monday, July 15, 2002
Hee. My Super Villian Name is Dr. Disaster.
Watched "On the Waterfront" with T yesterday. Learned that the line "I could have been a contender" comes from that movie. Also learned that I pronounce the t in often. And that premixed Strawberry Daiquiri's just taste like strawberry juice. Also neither T nor I could remember the name of the thing that hangs in the back of your mouth, does anyone else have a clue?
Word of the day: epiglottis (updated 7.17 thanks to T)
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1:37 PM
Sunday, July 14, 2002
Dinner and a movie. The ultimate date, it's so simple, and yet so tried and true. T and I went to dinner at Montien, the fantastic Thai restaurant right by Emerson. Then we went to Movieworks and rented "A Philadelphia Story" with Katherine Hepburn, Cary Grant, and James Stewart, I mean talk about all-star cast. It was so nice. So chill.
And it's funny how T and I are so much about that. About being chill. We spend so much time together, but I never get sick of it. He makes me laugh. And he makes me feel appreciated. And he makes me feel beautiful. He even makes me blush on occasion. With T it's quantity and quality. And I love that.
Word of the day: appreciated
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1:34 PM
Saturday, July 13, 2002
Last night I almost melted. Not because of the heat, as the weather was actually fantastic. Rather because a certain someone played a song for me on the Jukebox. Or tried to. Technically it didn't play. But just knowing that he played a song for me and knowing that he was going to play my favorite U2 song ("In a Little While"), well it's still enough to make me blush.
This boy, he means it. There's no bullshit with him. And it makes my heart melt. I didn't think anyone would get past my defenses so easily after S, but T, he has. He is amazing.
Word of the day: melted
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1:07 PM
Friday, July 12, 2002
Cool beans. Can anyone explain that expression to me? How can beans be cool? What is the innate coolness of beans? And what prompts the use of this expression? For example:
"I have a job."
"Cool beans."
"I just got married."
"Cool beans."
"I want to jump in the lake."
"Cool beans."
"I cut my hair."
"Cool beans."
Enough examples. Are any of them truly satisfying? I don't know. They seem to work though. I guess "cool beans" is a perfectly innocuous expression, a tad more interesting than "that's great."
I worry sometimes about my reputation. In the past week I've been described as a "crazy girl with a penchant for bad boys," "bad-influence girl," "devious," "only slightly innocent," and "exhausting." Where do these ideas come from? And also why is it that the men in my life use these phrases to describe me?
Word of the day: cool beans
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2:56 PM
Thursday, July 11, 2002
Speaking of marriage, I just found out that my date to the Senior Prom got married last weekend. MARRIED. I now feel very very old. My prom date is married. I have a real job. I have no excuses left. This really is the end of the line, I can't claim to be a child anymore. The best I can hope for is young adult, after all it's my favorite type of fiction.
Obviously I'm taking the transition into adulthood a bit badly. I just hate that I have responsibilities now. It's like I can hear the echo of my father's favorite speech in the back of my mind, inspiring, of course, feelings of rebelliousness.
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5:56 PM
Hmph. I think there should be a law stating that phone calls before seven in the morning, well really before nine-thirty (and that's being generous) are illegal. Stupid, inconsiderate early morning phone-callers. (is that a word?)
Called M yesterday. I was so glad to talk to her because she always understands what I'm going through. And she did. But when we were talking about what was going on with her, it was suddenly marriage talk. Boy did that freak me out. I mean this has always been the person who understood my issues with commitment, and now here she is talking about making a lifelong one. And then it dawns on me that I am an "adult" now, and that these thoughts shouldn't seem so strange. But they are.
Word of the day: inconsiderate
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12:40 PM
Tuesday, July 09, 2002
It's waaay too hot for a power outage! Sigh. Sadly TPTB never listen to me.
On the upside, I am no longer jobless. I am no longer a useless member of society. Lord knows I haven't been kicking and screaming about not being part of the workforce, but it's nice to know that I'll be able to afford rent for the next year.
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10:46 PM
Yesterday was a perfect lazy summer day. Reading in bed with T in front of his fan. Learning the precise meanings of crepuscular (of the twilight), steatopygous (fat deposits in the buttocks), Anasazi (ancestors to the Pueblo Indians), saguaros (cactii native to the Southwest), and creodont (extinct carnivore from Paleocenic era). Watching good movies like "Taxi Driver" and "My Left Foot." Laughing in bed. Having a drink at the bar round the corner.
There isn't a lot more a girl can ask for.
Word of the day: steatopygous
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3:27 PM
Sunday, July 07, 2002
Friday my great-grandmother died. She was 96-years-old and lived an amazing life. She was perhaps one of the strongest, bravest women I'd ever met.
One of my favorite stories about my great-grandparents, is the story of how they met. My great-grandmother was on a ship from her homeland of Lebanon that was docking in Puerto Rico for a few nights before it would continue it's way to the Dominican Republic where her brother had found a man for her to marry. But my great-grandfather was on the docks that day, he was a street peddler at the time and would walk the circumference of the island selling his wares. He was a tall man, about six foot five and he was also of Lebanese descent. He took one glimpse at my great-grandmother and fell madly in love. She was beautiful, she had bright almond-shaped blue eyes and dark black hair. She was very petite, barely reaching five foot three. (ha. now you know who I resemble.) In any case he spoke to her and decided that he wanted to marry her. He went home and stored his belongings and bought a ticket to the Dominican Republic, where he spent one year wooing my great-grandmother and her family. Needless to say his suit was successful. They were married and moved back to Puerto Rico, where they built a good life for themselves and their children.
I love that story. Not only because it renews my faith in love, but because it reminds me that I come from a line of survivors and strong and stubborn people who make things happen for themselves.
Word of the day: wooing
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12:54 AM
Friday, July 05, 2002
Hope it was a Happy 4th.
Mine was once I got over the horrid heat and humidity, by admittedly going to see a bad bad movie (Adam Sandler's "Mr. Deeds" if anyone's curious), but frankly it was worth paying ten dollars to enjoy two hours of air conditioning.
Saw the fireworks from the Common. It's always strange to me how beautiful they can be, and yet there is something frightening about what they symbolize. It's funny how we are overrun with symbols in this life. And yet often for all the meaning they purport to have, ultimately it all means nothing. We're the ones who attach meaning, meaning doesn't always come attached.
Word of the day: symbolize
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1:47 PM
Wednesday, July 03, 2002
Ok, now, seriously. I finally spend some time at home and I'm totally harrassed by telemarketers...in fact, while I was on the phone trying to get rid of one, my call waiting beeped, so I switch over only to be harrassed by another telemarketer from the same company!
When will they get that NO I don't WANT whatever it is they're selling.
I'm dying in this heat. I feel like I'm melting. In fact, my project of the day is to get a bigger fan. If only I could afford an a/c.
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2:47 PM
A girl can really get use to chunky peanut butter and grape jelly sandwiches.
In other news, it seems as if I actually did inherit some of my parents' engineering genes. Well, at least I inherited enough to figure out how to install an air conditioner. Also amazing, the amount of fun I had while doing it.
In a job interview for a production assistant position, I was asked how I would find an outlet for my creativity, given that the job is mainly clerical. I think that is a stupid question. If I can have so much fun figuring out how to install an air conditioner, then it's kind of obvious that I don't care what I'm doing. As long as I can occasionally use my brain and interact with people, I am a happy girl.
Word of the day: air conditioner (with this heat an a/c is exactly what I need)
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9:13 AM
Tuesday, July 02, 2002
Yesterday I cried for the first time in a long time about a boy. Who'd of thought this whole friendship thing would be so difficult? All I want are for things to be good. I want to be good. Unselfish even. But maybe I'm being selfish in keeping him in my life. He's even more confused than I am. (If that's possible!) And staying away might just be easiest for the both of us.
But it's not what I want.
Food for thought. Chunky peanut butter and grape jelly sandwiches after an evening of fun and debauchery. (It was a Monday!) When a boy makes that for dinner at two in the morning you know he's a keeper. Especially when he knows what you mean when you say you like your sandwich cut down the middle.
Word of the day: debauchery
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1:22 PM
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