I listened to this Kate Nash song a lot all day, especially this one part. [We Get On]

I found out another co-worker who I really like is leaving. But he should, because I feel like he's constantly disrespected and belittled and it's not worth staying anymore. But I will miss him, because he's awesome, and I'm kind of a sad panda right now. I'll be fine tomorrow, but right now my heart hurts a little bit. I haven't lost anyone very close to me, death-wise, but I've lost enough friends/good acquaintances over the years to make an impact. When do I stop losing people?

I'm freaking out about the 6 hour plane ride to CA. That my friend and I will run out of things to talk about. That I'll get sick. It's amazing how this one guy leaving makes me spiral into absolutely everything. I gotta get out of my job. In the grand scheme of things, though, everything could be so much worse, and I'm lucky to have what I do have, even if I'm missing certain things. Tomorrow will be different...

Ugh, I'm such a little ball of rage at the end of this week. Only child syndrome rears its ugly head? Could be. It manifests when I least expect it. I know it's not PMS. It's kind of sad, 24 and I want to throw tantrums at work for no good reason. I'm unfortunately a miserable little beast on occasion, but luckily I can usually snap myself out of it. I'm getting better and better and being more positive and just accepting that I question everything and whatever...there's enough good to overtake the

I did a big clean-up of the kitchen and bathroom, and I sprayed Windex on my mirrors and then promptly freaked out that I got Windex on my toothbrush, so I threw it out. I went to buy a new one, and aside from the grossness of a lot of toothbrushes coming with like, little tounge/cheek cleaners built in (doesn't that seem like it would cause extra-massive bacteria build-up?), I saw possibly the most insulting thing ever- a toothbrush "for women." Yeah, it was pink, with flowers on the box and some sort of extra special grip and just...gross, right? I did wind up buying a sparkly purple toothbrush, but only because Duane Reade didn't have my usual model.

I rented "Sweeney Todd." Boy, that's a shiny, happy movie! I knew it wasn't fuzzy puppy land, but I didn't expect it to be quite so depressing, my gosh. The dude playing the sailor in love with Sweeney's daughter reminded me of William Beckett from The Academy Is... and I spent the entire movie wishing that it was William Beckett in the role. Now I'm finally watching "Short Cuts," which has a pretty awesome cast, including Tom Waits. Win!

I want it to be spring tomorrow, to wear my black skirt again, and my headscarves and go read in the park, or try the other parks, or go to Brighton Beach for the day and pretend to be Russian (I can pass; too bad I know only like 5 words). Of course, the downside of spring is that it means the annual "Alex hunts for shorts, fails miserably" go-round. I snipped some out of the J. Crew catalog, but the problem is that even if the length is alright, I don't have enough long shirts for spring. I'm especially self conscious about the tops of my thighs (the fattest points), so I like to wear things that cover that point, longer shirts. I also think it maybe lengthens my body and I don't look so stumpy. (keep dreaming?) Normally, I just wear skirts and I'm fine with that, but sometimes I just don't feel like it. I see people who are bigger than me wearing regular length shirts and shorts and it's like, "If they can...", but I must get freaked out by the site of myself or something.

I've been listening to Lily Allen again. I forgot how much I liked "Nan, You're a Window Shopper." The first album is pretty fun, actually. I like it more now than I did 2 years ago, or whenever it came out. She's still better than Katy Perry.

OMG Heidi and Spencer eloped!!! Get bent, srsly. I went and watched my backlogged Heroes. I can't take it too seriously anymore and it's no longer appointment TV for me, but it's alright. I guess I keep hoping Kring will pull the show out of its slump, but I don't think he knows what he's doing. Too bad, poor chap. I think I should try and watch "True Blood," too. Sounds just insane enough to be appealing, and HBO has a semi-legit hit on its hands, finally. Vampires!!

MEME; via romanticalgirl 

THREE JOBS I HAVE HAD IN MY LIFE:
it's aaalll been administrative

THREE PLACES I HAVE LIVED:
NY, NJ, MA (big doings)

THREE SHOWS THAT I WATCH:
Gossip Girl, Skins, How I Met Your Mother

THREE PLACES I HAVE BEEN:
France, California, South Carolina

THREE PLACES I HAVE BEEN THIS LAST WEEK:
work, Duane Reade, Grand Central Station

THREE PEOPLE WHO EMAIL ME REGULARLY:

THREE OF MY FAVORITE FOODS:
salt and vinegar chips, drunken noodles, pizza

THREE PLACES I'D RATHER BE RIGHT NOW:
at a beach/by a body of water, at a concert, at a museum

THREE THINGS I AM HOPING FOR IN THE NEXT YEAR:
That the country will come out of its shame spiral, at least a little bit.
That maybe I'll go on a date.
That I'll figure out what I want to do with my life.

More Reasons Why I am a Dork:

1. I totally squee-ed when Seth Myers announced that Amy Poehler was having her baby on SNL last night.
2. I internally squee-ed when I saw David Cook's name flash upon the screen for next week's show.

By some divine miracle, I happened to see that VH1 Classic was showing the Ziggy Stardust "movie" or whatever and I taped it and that was back in early September. Now that I am firmly entrenched in Camp Stardust, I figured this weekend would be a good time to finally watch the thing. It's kind of amazing, actually. The film opens with the makeup artist putting all of this stuff on Bowie's face, and the amusing thing is that the lights on stage are basically all red-toned, so you don't see any of the colors. All you can really see is that his eyes are lined in something.

But it's amazing to see one man command the stage to such a degree, without fancy lights or a screen in the back or any kind of a real show. It's the same feeling I got from watching "The Song Remains the Same" - such a simple set-up, the music speaks for itself. And Bowie and Mick Ronson are kind of adorable with their stage antics, too. Nowadays, it's all about the flash and whatever else. Granted, the overall talent level of popular music has decreased, so some of that extra junk is needed, but it's still kind of a stunning contrast.

And of course, since there is Bowie, and glam, I want to stop watching the movie and put on "Velvet Goldmine," which I think is going to happen. The Giants have the late game, anyway! In the beginning of ZS, you see Angie Bowie for a little bit, and that's the first time I've seen her in action, and I was struck by just how much Toni Colette's performance is based on her in VG. I knew she was playing an Angie-esque figure, but she even looks a little like Angie.

Today I dragged my ass out of bed and went to the Guggenheim (finally!) and saw part of this:



It's the literal definition of awesome. It challenges my perceptions of what "art" is. Because 1 person didn't execute this himself. But what a statement, man.

Unfortunately, I got only about half an hour into this show before my friend Mike(!) called and I went to meet him and cute, cute other Mike. So like, no tragedy there, my friends. Except for trying to get to St. Mark's Place from like 4th Street in the nasty pouring rain and having no clue where we were going. But silly me didn't think to ask what our destination was, otherwise we could have avoided the misdirection and the drenching. Although my rain-infested hair curled up pretty nicely and looks halfway cute right now!

I'm going back tomorrow. I'm getting the audio tour. I'm going to figure out exactly what statement this crazy Chinese guy is trying to make, with the exploding cars and the wolves and the boat pierced with arrows. Unfortunately, a lot of the galleries with the permanent collections are shut down for restoration. I'd like to see some of the permanent stuff, at least. I have a feeling that I'll know more of the collection than I think.

I was looking around on Citysearch last night to see if there was a moderately priced, well reviewed salon near me, after my mother and I decided that with my dark, dark hair, another cut was in order. It was just like, bunches, hanging there. Some people can look awesome like that. I'm not one of those people, especially with fairly fair skin. People like intervigilum can pull that business off with flying colors. So I found a salon that sounded great but it's not open on Mondays. So out of desperation, I bit the bullet and went down to the "famous" Astor Place Salon, where I swear I was in and out in 30-40 minutes and it was only $35 and she did exactly what I wanted, so needless to say, I'm thrilled.

Other than that, I ate A LOT, which I blame on the "No Reservations" marathon, including getting Indian for dinner, of which I only hate half and it wasn't even that good but I'll have lunch and dinner for tomorrow!! Thanks a lot, Bourdain.

Apparently, you can say "pussy" on the Travel Channel. Who knew?

I think I'm watching the Grammy awards for the sheer reason that I will follow along with the snarky blogs, like Idolator and whatever else. I'm watching them so that I can get in on the snark. I love how people in the music business still try to act like the Grammy awards matter. So delusional, so in denial.

Every time I hear the name Feist, the stupid "1-2-3-4" gets suck in my head. Forget about hearing the song or seeing the video, just the name does it to me. That's one more strike against her.

Am I the only person who thinks "Back to Black" is far superior to "Rehab?" I know it doesn't have an ironically appropriate refrain or anything, but still... I think it's a bitchin' song and who knows, maybe someone will whip it out on "Idol" yet. I do hope Amy Winehouse gets her shit together and is able to keep making good music, just because she's miles above Fergie and Beyonce and whatever other disposable pop that they try to shove at us. However, I do hope she ditches the beehive and severe eyeliner for her next incarnation. Maybe she can be like Madonna and do a different look for each album? Please stay alive, Amy.

I am never, ever going to Trader Joe's at midday on Sunday again if I can help it. What a hot mess! You can't even see whats on all of the shelves because the aisles are really narrow and the checkout line goes right in front of the dairy case when it's busy. The good news is that I didn't spend a whole lot of money and I got some tasty treats. Soooo many pretentious looking children and twentysomethings. And then just as I got on the long-ass line, my stupid iPod died. I do give them credit for moving the line along at a pretty good clip, though.

Daft Punk has their pyramid on stage...sweet. I wish Kanye had a major string accompaniment for this performance, though. I feel like it would work. Oh, me and my strings. Robyn has a string interlude on "With Every Heartbeat." Watch... she'll be best new artist at the Grammys in another year, even though the album was released in '05.