today is a good day.

such an excellent weekend, i feel so...GOOD right now, even in spite of having to catch a train from Albany to NYC and go straight to work. EVEN IN SPITE of that crap deal, i feel really good. saturday, i got to have lunch with my dad, my aunt, and my uncle on my lunch break as a farewell before my dad left for Nepal to be the best human ever and build houses with Habitat For Humanity. saturday evening i took a bus home and hung out with my mom, and then sunday we spent the day together doing what we do best- eating lunch and shopping at bargain supercenters. and we were SOOO girly, which is not much like either of us. we spent the entire time looking at makeup and shoes and clothes. it was pretty alarming, and so lovely. THEN, at night, i went over to Bogies on Madison to see my pals in Therefore I Am play a show, which was AWESOME. they seriously need to get huge, they're so amazing. so smart, so upstanding, so...punk rock. i'm not usually a huge fan of Boston boys, but i have nothing bad to say about them. the music is amazing, the people are fantastic, there's just nothing wrong happening there. click the link, check them out, do it. you won't. i had a nice chat with their LADY tour manager about the shitstorm of being a girl trying to make it in the music business. the consensus is that it blows donkeys for quarters; it's unfair, unjust, and an unintelligent way to run an industry. however, fighting The Man doesn't seem to help much, and i'm not about to throw in the towel and walk away, but i will wave the White Flag of Surrender until someone decides to get their head far enough out of their ass to realize that women, even with their nice hair, smooth skin, and pretty smiles, are fully capable of performing jobs just as well, if not better, than their male counterparts.

i'm not holding my breath, but i'm tired of fighting so i'm going to do something productive to occupy my time until the whole lot of idiots decides maybe it's time to Try Something Different. mix it up a bit, if you will.

oh, i've also realized that i've got about three months to transform myself into a person i don't mind seeing in a bathing suit in family vacation photographs. i refuse to go on another beach vacation, cringing at pictures of myself in revealing clothing. i'm twenty-four years old, it's time to (wo)man up and take charge! i no longer want to physically express my deep seeded love for chocolate cake, but rather look like i eat little more than nuts and berries i scavenge from the forest. this is a ridiculous statement, what am i even saying: basically, i just need to get in shape so i don't look gross on vacation. and i also want to look good for my move to California because there's a certain someone who i'd really like to floor once i get there. the best revenge is living well, right? or  being super hot. not that i'm a particularly vengeful person, but a nice jab every once in awhile won't kill anyone...unless that jab is with a sword, and then maybe it might...