They turned the heat on in our apartment today. (So it is beyond hot in my room) The thing about living in a hundred year old building is when they turn on the heat the pipes make the most horrific banging and clanking noises that you feel like someone if breaking in or the walls are going to come down.
In my old dorm room in college it was so bad that paint chips and dust would fall from my ceiling every time they put the heat on.

I hear the main point of this blog seems to be to entertain NJ and keep me from going bored. I am glad I can be of some service to someone out there.

The apple muffins are sticking to the pan I guess some people will just get muffin tops. Oh well :)

Contrary to popular belief it is not fun to pick on the Shev.

It is way muc more fun to pick on my friends instead, especially the roommates. I mean they knew me for a while before moving in with me so they knew what they were getting into. Especially ES. It is a good thing I sometimes feed them or who knows what might happen.

I actually burned a tray of cookies today which I have not done in awhile. I am actually pretty good with these things (so domesticated is the monster). I guess I didnt realize how hot the oven was.

I just read that U2 by U2 has made the nonfiction bestseller list which is a little funny. It's pretty cool that I was there for that booksigning, but the experience did affirm (and reassure me) that there are many many many people out there crazier than I am. All I did was take the subway down there, but people actually spent hundreds of dollars to fly there on a days notice to meet U2 and get their books signed not to mention all of those people who slept on the sidewalk all night. I do have to reaffirm that the Edge is really the ccoolest, nicest member of the band.

Apparently when I am tired I get a little loopy and I am soooo tired right now, I might get downright normal.

So the quotes of the day today:

Girl saying to me, " Ms.W I can't sit next to him he has rabies, he is going to bite me." Boy turns around and snarls at Girl.

"So Amoebas are like Pokemon that they change shape?"

BTW side point - some people have absolutely no sense of personal space AT ALL. Especially children, do you know how many times I am HUGGED a day? Does anyone have any idea? By childre, by adults, etc.

So you know how people say there is a difference between big city people and other people. Well I think there is also a difference between city dogs and their owners than suburban dogs and their owner. If you have ever walked in central park in the morning you know EXACTLY what I am talking about. These people in the park just let their dogs run all over the place regardless that there are other people there and that it is a public park. They run over you, they cut you off, they lick you, they drool on you, they try to chew your skirt or your bag... all while their owners are either talking to each other or smiling goofily like an indulgent pampering parent.
Which brings me onto another thing, I had a neighbor who had a little doggie who always tried to get into our apartment and she once sent me an invitation for a huge elaborate birthday party for it..
The other thing is the owners who let their dogs pee wherever they feel like like all over the sidewalk. Like in front of stores on the flowers that are being sold in front of there with no regard to other people or others people's property.
The funny thing is I like animals alot, it is just the nerve of their owners that annoys me so much.

I have a bit of a mystery, I seem to inherit alot of my friends friends or my friends exes. While I really do like alot of them and some are close friends now it leaves me to wonder what about me makes them share and think I want to listen. I always do listen, I can not help it, but I do have to wonder. Why me?
Especially when friends breakup I tend to end up the one who listens to "both sides of the story" or turn into some advice/relationship counselor. This has happened so many numerous times that I probably lost count. Then there are the friends past relationships that end up calling me bemoaning the breakup and professing their continued love and feelings for whoever they broke up with. I love my friends, but sometimes I think I should start charging a fee.

I must at this time give credit to NJs inspiring (and slightly southern) renditions of Wonderwall and C. Supernova. :) Subtle aren't I?

Anywho, I think my roommates have gotten used to my addiction to Bollywood movies. Watching them is like watching 5 different movie genres in one. Some are better than others and some I just watch for pure amusement. It all started with Monsoon Wedding being one of my favorite movies. I really enjoy foreign film, though many French films leave me unsettled. Back to Bollywood, the one question is why when they break into song and dance does the scenery often switch to some marina/ beach scene, a pastoral scene somewhere in switzerland, or what seems to be an enchanted forest. Some of the singing and dancing is just so out of context you need to crack up.

I think my problem is that I often amuse myself inside my head and then when I try to explain why I am cracking up, its a bit hard to describe.

Another newish addiction is music, i have had the U2 fanism (Did I mention I met them recently? ) for awhile but ever since I got my ipod my music collection has been increasing and I can't seem to put my ipod down. I also noticed my musical tastes have been getting more alternative....hmmmmmmm My brother's friend has a band that I went to see a bunch of times called Heedoosh, and I have their cd, which I listen to which is a little weird because it is hard for me to find Jewish music that I remotely enjoy. The only thing is it seems that they aren't putting on any more shows.

So this is an email conversation I just had with someone:
A: I'll keep you posted but for now I need to find a friday night meal I'm having a hard time pinning that one down
E:Us too I am wondering why...I think we might eat amongst ourselves, not sure yet
A:I think the reason why Friday night is so hard is because many ppl aren't really arranging meals for Simchas night and day, and Shabbos day is easier because you can relax after the long week and then hang out for the day > till Hakafos. If you are making Friday night meal, even among yourselves, and would like to be "graced" then please let me know. LOL.
E:Did you just invite yourself over?
A:Is that what I did? I couldn't tell...LOL.
All kidding aside, if you are making a Friday night meal, then I invited
myself over. If not, then we never had this conversation.
What conversation?
LOL.
E:your audacity might have to make it into the blog I just started
A:I give you full rights to add it to your Blog. No copyright necessary. None. At all.

I was trying to show a video from online about Fungi when news kept popping up about the plane crash and my kids started freaking out, and one burst into tears..... that was some of my fun for today. But I got to order slime mold.....

Anyways, in response to Kiv's comment about the dead terrapin, my room is currently a twerp, sorry terp free zone, (and NO MORE ELMO whoo hoo) I think my psycho killer bunny rabbit puppet ate the last one or maybe that was ES's "missing sheep".

Apparently my roommates do not share my odd humor of hiding squeaky rat-like toys around the apartment. It is usually between me and ES but NJ threatened to kill me because ES hid it last time under the couch pillow and NJ sat on it and got freaked out and FALSELY ACCUSED ME of hiding it there. I never hide it in a public place, only among ES's stuff. NJ beware who knows where the next Rodent Rights Rally might be.

I also must mention that I am still in a slight snit that I am missing the Fray concert on 10/25 because of a wedding I don't really want to go to. I have had the tickets since July. I guess it would be worse if it was a U2 concert.

Oh another snit. I bought low fat cheese last night which is supposed to be cheese slices and then when I opened it I tried to take out a slice and it crumbled into a powderlike consistency. EW.

Yet another thing about BB&B

So when I walked into my room today it smelled moldy...like really moldy and I was wondering what the heck was going on and I made NJ come into my room to smell it just to make sure I wasn't crazy(er) and she thought it smelled also. I was trying to figure it out and then isolated the area and what was making it smell the BAGS from BB& B reeked! That is not normal!

OK second thing tonight, I have no problem baking for holidays etc. But making specific requests of stuff I make is a blatant abuse of power- yet I comply anyways, silly me, so pumpkin chocolate chip cake here we come.

So there was a point to my bed bath and beyond trip yesterday but I got sidetracked.

Our showerhead has been leaking for some time, more like sputtering all over the place and I figured since the bathroom was clean I should get another one, so I did ....do you have any idea how much showerheads cost these days?
So I went to install it and turned on the water and it was like a waterfall in the shower, well maybe not so much waterfall but something like when you shake up a bottle of soda and then open it and of course I got all wet. That was the same point where my roommate came in and was wondering why I was soaking wet and proceeded to try to work the showerheads and once again waterworks.
So my question is, how exactly do we explain to the super what the problem is exactly? Our shower spits at us when we try to fix it? I have no idea.

I just realized that U2 does not come up as favorite music in my profile and was wondering if it would come up on the blog. Trust me to notice that.

After many years of people trying to convince me that I need a blog...here we go. But I issue a warning, it might not be all that interesting but as it is late night and all...who knows.

Today was my day off and what did I do? CLEAN... for those of you who don't know I tend to be organizationally impaired. I do however hate when things are dirty. So my day consisted mostly of caffiene (nothing new), laundry, and scrubbing.

I have to say that it took me over two hours to scrub the bathroom to satisfaction. 2 hours!!! And an entire can of scrubbing bubbles (which is pretty cool because it foams) not to mention countless other cleaning items. Once I get started though I feel compelled to scrub and clean other things (its an epidemic). So as long as a bought a mop I figured I might as well mop everything else.

What I want to know is ,why in every place I have lived in this city, does a layer of black dust/dirt appear weekly on everything? I thought it was just one dorm room I lived in but Nooo, is it me? Do I have a black dustcloud of doom following me around? No matter how much I dust, swiff, scrub, the black icky film reappears! That and I lost a few socks again in the laundry. I did however meet someone new in the laundry room. I think people just start talking to me out of nowhere.

The problem with cleaning is that everytime I do so I get reminded that I need to buy some household item or another. Which usually means a trip to bed bath and beyond where something goes strangely everytime I go there. It can be mundane strange annoying things like forgetting half of what I wanted to get in the first place or the cashier taking a half hour (I timed 27.5 minutes to be exact) to box a gift. Last time I was thereI turned my back to look at some bookshelf and when I turned around again my cart was gone. A full cart. I asked the sales associate and she said anothere customer must have walked off with it. Who would not realize that an entire cart of household stuff if not theirs? I am not understanding this.