first rays of the new rising sun

So I haven't blogged in about three weeks, and all my old posts seem like crap. I vaguely considered starting over--a new blog for a new year, that sort of thing--but decided that to do so would be cowardly. So instead I ask you to pretend that it's a new beginning for me, because this year already seems old as hell. Everything seems stifling and familiar. I want new people, new stories, new experiences. I'm sick of my grade. Half my friends just graduated, and Harry's off at art college, and after I missed the last L train one night, my parents don't want me at Pratt after the sun goes down, which makes things difficult for us.

I also lost my cell phone in the airport in Zurich, which means that I had no means of communicating while I was lost. My dad made me get a new one, but I still have to rifle through all my friends' phones and steal their numbers. It's also a pretty crappy phone, and they charged me a lot for it because I didn't renew the plan.

On top of that, my grandma's here, so I have to entertain her every day before I can hang out with my friends. This involves lowering myself to the most tourist-ish of activities, including riding the Shark boat to the Statue of Liberty and eating at South Street Seaport, and navegating the subways so that she never has to walk more than two blocks in one stretch. Afterwards she goes home and watches the news all day, until she has a few shots of vodka and decides to criticize my politics, my lack of christianity, my mother and my taste. She insists that Cosi is a "classy place" and will only eat at the one on broadway because "Grandma likes to watch them make the bread," even though there's one across the street from me. (Yes, she refers to herself in the third person. Really.) Pre-vodka, though, she's not too bad. Renata managed to escape to Tory's country house, although I have a feeling that she's not any happier there, so I've had to entertain her all week.

That said, she did sit for two hours while my parents and I rifled through men's sweaters at the Barney's Warehouse Sale, and I get tonight to myself, since she's going to the US Open with my parents. Unsurprisingly, I was the one whose ticket got taken, and I can't say I mind. I'll probably rent a movie or call Lauren or just parade around in my new flea-market boots, eating jello and reading webcomics.

I really have become addicted to webcomics. I tried to start one of my own (well, of Elena's and my own... you know what I mean), but we got mixed responses. I have no intention of giving up, though.

Oh, yeah... what's with the mean anonymous comments? I don't want to disable them or anything, because a lot of people who want to comment, namely Elena, don't have accounts, and I'd hate to block them, but can you people sign them, please? I want to know who you are, and I'm too lazy to track your IP addresses, and besides, leaving anonymous comments is just kind of pathetic.

Not much to blog about. My photos from Europe turned out great, to everyone's surprise, and my cousin Nico wants copies of them. Got sick yesterday, and bored, and called Matt, who was also bored. Naturally I convinced him to eat out with my family in hopes that I wouldn't have to interact with them as much. Instead he entertained them for two hours while I massaged my head (I had a terrible headache). We split and went to find Lucas and his friends and ended up eating oreos on astro-turf with DaSilva, Lucas and this guy called David. Eventually Lucas and DaSilva left, and David, Matt and I watched The Graduate for a while and then split. My grandma was already asleep when I got home--I'd missed a whole night of vodka--and my stuff was, for a change, exactly where I'd left it, aside from my chair, which grandma insists on using as a suitcase-stand, even though I've asked her not to about five times.

It's sad how I'm not looking forward to school in the slightest. I don't really miss anyone, except Oona and RCP and Amanda (who's not coming back anyway), and my classes all look pretty crappy. I don't give a shit about cute notebooks and adorable sparkly pens or anything, and the workload will probably be horrible, especially since I've got an SAT tutor now, and sixty hours of community service left to do, and there's nobody left to hold parties but the new freshmen, and that means I'll have to wait to be invited by my little sister, which is sad, even though she's the coolest person ever.

Anyway, here are some photos--just in--from a party a while ago. They all seem to be of the same people, but whatever. Enjoy.





















Matt titled this one "Lucas raping Jaya in my room:"



...and this one "hot lesbians."