10 cool points if you know my costume without me prompting you: Still don't know? How about now... If you have no idea you obviously aren't hip so I'll lay it out straight for you... AKA...
I'm just kidding friend, to me you'll always be the hippest kid around. And no one else got it either (but my how I delighted in the 4 people who got it right away...) And sorry for the mac photoboothness, my camera conveniently died on me tonight, the night I needed it the most. My Halloween was disappointing in different ways. And everyones costume was the same...not that there's anything wrong with that. I did see Hunter S. Thompson and a member of Team Zissou at the bar so that was cool. And a few different incarnations of Lady Gaga. By this I mean even creepy Lady Gaga such as:
I hope everyone else's Halloweens were better than mine. Show me your costumes!!
I've been learning German for two semesters now, and my current class is taught by a young German guy named Bastian. He actually has great taste in music so every week we have "Musik Montag" (music Monday in case you couldn't figure that out. That's the great and also terrible thing about German... the words are often close to English. And then sometimes they sound similar but mean something completely different....) Anyways all semester, as you can probably tell, I've been taking the music we listen to in class and putting it on my blog, on Ken Perkle (a super secret party people blog) or on facebook. So the above song is obviously German and I don't really know what he's singing about. Something about the moon. But I like it.
Also, something else I discovered just this weekend but that is old... The BBC back in 2006 played a four part miniseries of Jane Eyre and it's fuckin' awesome. I kid you not I watched the whole thing straight, as in all 4 hours of it. I forwent sleep for it, and I've read the book like 5 times. It was that great. WATCH IT! You can watch it free online, just google something like "2006 Jane Eyre online free" and click around, you'll eventually be led to an asian (...japanese maybe? I couldn't say for sure) website where you can watch it for free. So do it. The only thing I thought could've been done better was Bertha's part. She wasn't crazy enough for me. I remember the 90's movie where she was batshit, this one was only middling crazy. Like she kind of screamed and cried out "punta!" a few times (isn't that bitch in spanish?...anyone know?) And maybe she could've been a little more pathetic, like wailing. They pretty much insinuated the whole situation was her fault, and it wasn't. Anyways someone, everyone WATCH IT and then we'll debate this point. For now... bed.... need my beauty sleep because HALLOWEEEEEEEN is fast approaching and I love it.
This weekend and today and tomorrow are fall break. AKA pointless 4 day weekend which is unhelpful to those of use who live more than 8 hours away. Although I shouldn't complain, because I went to WASHINGTON DC to visit my "big sister" Jordy!
And she lives in the scariest neighborhood. I thought I'd be murdered Saturday night and I'm not joking. I started to wise up to the situation when her roommate started telling me about "the drive-by" that happened the day before, or when Jordy recounted the story of "the metro car with blood everywhere." Despite all this Jordy is so sweetly optimistic it makes me feel like a grizzled old woman, paranoid and edgy, poo-pooing the "well meaning" strangers Jordy asks directions from and jumping out of her skin when Jordy asks the bus driver a question. "What are you doing!!?! He won't answer your question, that's not his JOB!!"
I'm thinking my weirdness stems from Russia. Now whenever I visit a big city I revert to Moscow mode, meaning I clam up, frown, and don't talk to anyone. I never asked for directions in Russia, even when I was lost. I figured it out myself and that was a source of pride for me. If it meant I didn't end up where I intended to go, that was ok. I brushed it off. Sure I wanted to go to the Pushkin fine arts gallery but this weird ass portrait artist guy's gallery will work just fine. Yeah Moo Moo would've been nice but what's wrong with a little street food? (answer: everything. Don't eat it if you can help it).
Back to DC... since Jordy works for a Jewish group (called Avodah) that houses young Jews and sends them to different non profits, her social activities tend to be all synagogue and Jewish social hour related (where they tend to offer free booze). So I spent Saturday night be taken to various Jewish things, including some holiday celebration, including horah dancing. I have never stuck out more in my life. I wouldn't have noticed it had Jordy not prefaced all this by saying "if you're worried about not being Jewish... don't worry, I'm sure they won't notice." When I said that actually, yeah they probably would notice since I more resemble a member of Hitler Youth than anything she amended it with "well, I'm sure they won't mind..." I don't know if they minded but they sure did notice. I was getting quite a few looks. Like, "hey, imposter. I know you're not Jewish. I know you're here for our free martinis and our dancing in the street." Or then again maybe this is crazy, paranoid Emma talking.
I've been avoiding this thing. At first, too many things were going on to write about. Then it was too little. Now I'm at a happy medium. I'm busy, I'm working, I'm tutoring (though whether I'm qualified to be doing so is up for debate...), I'm living. Having fun. Enjoying my senior year. Trying my best to practice piano as much as possible. Trying my best to avoid swine flu. Giving advice. Going out on weeknights sometimes, enjoying legal imbibing. Cutting my hair... man it is ugly. I enjoyed long hair because it exuded something that didn't necessarily involve me feeling a thing. Short hair is hard, you have to exude it yourself, you have to feel it. I don't really want to. And German/German class sucks. What a terrible language. And what a terrible class. It's full of freshman who regard it as English story hour with a few German words thrown in to appease the teacher, who is new and gets completely freaked out 95% of the time because he thinks he's losing control of the class. And Fall break is this friday and I have no where to go, and no one to visit me. I figure I'll sit around my dorm rearranging things and spending my evenings in the bar, quiet for a change. So how are you?
AKA...
