Halloween Costumes

This morning I read an article entitled, Creative Ideas for Halloween Costumes, or somesuch. Since I am planning to go to my friend Christina's Halloween party on Saturday, I thought, "Oh, good. Maybe I can use one of these." The suggestions, however, were completely retarded:

Flower (this is just weak)
Artist (I'm guessing this would involve a palette, smock, and beret?)
Tired Woman ( ! I can't believe this was actually a suggestion! That is my DAILY LIFE, kthnx!)
Pizza Slice (i guess you could do a really low-rent version of this and just glue or pin toppings to your clothes? dumb)
Pretzel (how would one walk around all night like this??)
Bubble Bath (What? If it involves going to the hardware store and buying a spare faucet to somewhow attach to my head, it's not worth it)
Punk Rocker (this is still considered a viable Halloween costume?)
Laundry Basket (why? just....why?)

I can't believe people who are called "journalists" get away with this crap! My trampled-concert-goer costume last year was way more creative than this. Every year in this country tons of people come up with really awesome costumes, and this is what makes it into an article?? Way to really work for it, person-I-won't-name-here.

My Morning Ritual

For some reason, when I am on the 7 train in the morning on my way to work, I always start thinking about incredibly serious crap--life, death, God, the war, people I haven't seen in ages, my childhood, whatever. This never happens on the way home--I suppose because I am too tired, and also I usually take a different route home, so I am on the 7 train longer in the morning than in the evening.

Maybe I'm just trying to distract myself from the constant poopy smell? Maybe the poopy smell that I smell everytime I get on the train is just my brain's way of expressing to me that I think the 7 line is a piece of crap and there really is no poopy smell? I've just convinced myself that there is a poopy smell, so I automatically smell it everyday after being on the train for approximately one minute? It sure makes me miss the maple syrup smell that we got a few times in Manhattan, though!

That's what I was wondering this morning, so maybe not all my thoughts are that serious, huh?

I used to write every day. Not really important or serious stuff, but sometimes I would really be happy with whatever I had done. There was some poetry that I thought was decent, not too self-indulgent, and also some essays that I was pleased about. In college I tried to write a novel, and it was crap, but at least it had my brain in use, practicing my skill. Actually, it was my second novel if I count that NKOTB thing I wrote when I was 13 or so (which, if I ever did become a famed writer, would be pretty funny tp publish one day). But nowadays, I don't write much anymore at all. And I still think I get really good ideas for things sometimes, but it's as if I've forgotten how to properly execute them. Or maybe I was never that good at the actual writing, and I was just better with the ideas? If that's the case I should probably write for a soap opera or something. I guess I could always go back and try my hand at a Harlequin romance, just to get back in the habit of doing it daily.

Celeb City

I was thinking the other day about how I haven't seen any celebs around on the city streets in quite some time. And that made me sad. So I decided to make a list of the ones I have seen in the past, to cheer me up a little. Hopefully, the recent dearth just means there will be a nice major sighting in the near future?

Martin Scorcese, at whom I almost cursed for stopping in front of me as I was walking, before I realized who it was

Julianne Moore on 14th St. holding a kid

David Duchovny, almost bumped into him as he jumped out of a cab while filming some crap movie I never saw

Natalie Portman filming the final scene of Closer in Times Square

Fred Schneider (of the B-52s) in Union Square

James Iha (of Smashing Pumpkins) several times as he used to live near me and hang out at some of the same events as my roommates and I at the time

David Byrne (Talking Heads)stood next to my friend Chris and I at a They Might Be Giants concert

Ric Ocasek (The Cars) in the Meatpacking District one afternoon

Shepard Smith (Faux News) in Times Square. (Does he count? I'm putting it, whatev.)

Jared Leto, I think it was in SoHo off on some weird side street

Ludacris, ate at the Olive Garden

Method Man, same

Neil Patrick Harris, same, sadly enough

Steve Irwin, Crocodile Hunter, promoting his movie by hanging out of a limo in Times Square

Tracy Morgan, OG again

Joanna Cassidy and Cybill Shepard, filming that Martha Stewart tv movie in Times Square

Kristen Chenowith, outside of a B'way premiere

Chris Noth, two or three separate times

Karolina Kurkova, TriBeCa area

Kate Bosworth, shopping in Flat Iron District

Steven Weber, in Hell's Kitchen

Martha Plimpton, on an uptown N train

Mos Def, leaving the W Hotel in Union Square

One of those Madden brothers from Good Charlotte, the LAST time I ever went to MisShapes

Here are some I met when I was working in radio:
Margaret Cho, Scott Thompson, Dave Attell, Michelle Rodriguez, Vin Diesel, Bryan Norcross (only SoFla people will know him)
Also, when I was at Zeta I spoke on the phone to Michael Vartan and Christopher Masterson.

Okay, I feel a little better now!

Time Passing By....

Wow, I haven't written anything in almost two whole months! Sorry to the 3 people that read this. I have been busy learning how to do my new job and going to baby showers and enjoying the new fall season on tv (my bestest friend ever, well, right after books).

So, obviously not too much interesting/crazy stuff has been happening, but I am bored right now so I figured I would do a quick update. Still alive, still employed, still living in Woodside, still having a bad hair day.

My new job has been a bit more stressful than I was expecting. I don't know why, but I worry constantly about my performance when I'm not there. While I'm there, I feel okay. Laid-back even. But when I get home and think about the next day, my pulse starts to pound and I obsess over what sort of mistakes I might make or what weird financial or insurance or payroll or bureaucratic or whatever crap will come up. You know that feeling that someone someday is going to come up to you and say, "You're a fraud! You suck at this! Get out! You're nothing but a child!"? Yeah, that's my secret fear before falling asleep every night. So, anyway, hopefully that will start to pass as I get more confident with my responsibilities.

At least I'm not alone. One of the managers told me yesterday that he had a nightmare about the Health Department doing an inspection while he is there! It really sucks to have work nightmares. As a waitress I would constantly dream about getting sat seven parties of 30 all at the same time and not being able to walk fast and forgetting everyone's drinks and there not being any salad! That is still kind of stressful to think about, actually. It also reminds me of the fact that as a teenager I would dream all the time about going to school in the morning, taking off my shoes to walk around before the bell rang, and then when I went back to get them they were gone and I couldn't go to class without shoes. Stressful! One time the dream got to the point where I had broken my foot in the morning before the bell rang, and I proceeded to hobble around on it in an attempt to locate my pesky shoes within the five minute period we had to get to first period.

It's nice that we are starting to get autumn weather, although it's still been a lot warmer than usual for mid-October. Today it's rainy, and I didn't bring an umbrella. Boo.

Sorry for the boring entry, I guess there just isn't much on my mind at the moment!