July 2008
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I'm going on a vacation ...
… while on vacation. Indulgent, right?
It is an ungodly hour (well, it’s the first time I’ve woken up before 10am in at least a month) and Patrick and I are packing for a two-day trip to Norderney, an island off the northern coast of Germany. No Internet access (supposedly) and lots of beach. We both need to get a ton of work done, so I hope this is the magic formula.
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Kennedy in Seattle
Kennedy: my mom just fucking hung up on me
Me: why?
Kennedy: because I rented a cello without asking her permission, I think. hard to say.
Me: oh.
Kennedy: anyway, she's pissed. she isn't adjusting well to my adulthood.
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A Defense of Masculinity
Me: You're such a pretty boy.
Patrick: What are you talking about? I'm just a really handsome man.
WatchSo apparently these German guys from Bremen went to Amsterdam to celebrate the impending marriage/medical school acceptance of their friend. That’s right: I crashed a hospital-themed bachelor party. (via Vimeo)
“Only in san francisco do the strippers whisper in your ear “be sure to...”
– 2arrs, 2ells
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Currently in the lobby of the Hotel Pulitzer in Amsterdam. Totally exhausted. I don’t think I’ve done this much walking since … okay, Barcelona. Which was last weekend. But seriously, the Red Light District is a ten-minute walk and I really can’t be bothered to go out.
“Love is not the last room: there are others
after it, the whole length of the...”
– Yehuda Amichai, Near The Wall of a House (via unicornology) (via chagrin) (via viviane212)
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You know how sometimes you're terrified of doing...
… and then someone else does EXACTLY what you were thinking of doing and all of a sudden, it doesn’t seem so scary anymore? And you’re like, “Dude, I wanted to do that. I should do that too”?
Yeah. That’s how I feel right now.
Back to Osnabrück
I just told Patrick he has to pick me up from the train station at 10:30am. I don’t think he’s very happy about this.
BUT THINK ABOUT THE CAR SEX, BABY!
Kennedy: I'm getting to that point in packing where there's no room left for everything remaining.
Me: Kind of like when a fourth guy shows up for a MFM threesome.
Kennedy: I think it'd be more awkward if it were a fifth guy at a foursome.
Smells Like Teen Spirit
I am basically your average teenage girl …
… except that I’m not. I only follow a small fraction of Tumblrs that follow me, but I’ve been captivated by this one from the start. At first, I thought it was fiction or viral marketing or something but I’m beginning to realize that it can’t possibly be anyone but a teenage girl writing it. You know how people became...
An Evening with Liz Phair Performing Songs From... →
Tickets go on sale tomorrow for her show at Paradise Rock Club in Boston on August 29th. So wish I could be there.
Last Day in Heidelberg
So much stuff to get done before Kennedy and I leave tomorrow. (I go to Osnabrück to stay with Patrick. She goes back home to the States — home sweet home with ethnic cuisine and men who will hit on you!)
Our to do list:
Finish packing.
Go to the post office to pick up packages and drop off mail.
Sell some finished novels (White Teeth, The Grotesque, Blood and Water and Other Tales, and...
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Have I been in the Ivy League too long?
Okay, so, my judgment is not quite as harsh as this one, but I was reading this now-infamous piece by Jessica Roy (I know I’m a week late, but give me a break) and I was thinking the entire time: wait, what’s wrong with any of the events that occurred at this party — it sounds just like Harvard!
Especially the following passage, which I assume was meant to be the most...
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WatchFlashback to last week: with Zac checking out the view (of more than just the ocean) at the Blue Marlin in Ibiza (via Vimeo)
Sex and the Ivy » Fear of Drowning →
“… unlike the community pool, love is more like swimming in the ocean. Once you’re far out, there are no lifeguards or railings, and more often than not, your final destination is not forward but back from where you came. For the girl who used to throw herself headfirst into the water without hesitation, it seems like I’ve taken one too many steps away from the sand to...
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Barcelona
Spent Friday and Saturday in Barcelona with my friend Helen. Besides Ibiza, I think this city’s the biggest tourist destination I’ve been to all summer. A recap:
Visited two contemporary art museums: the Museu d’Art Contemporani de Barcelona and the Centre d’Art Santa Monica.
Did a lot of hanging out around the Gothic Quarter and La Ramba, the major pedestrian walkway in which...
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Working it.
I’ve been getting a fair share of critical comments and emails for appearing overprivileged and “jet-setting” all over Europe, which would actually not bother me so much if it weren’t for the fact that neither is true. Contrary to claims made by commenters on my blog, I don’t come from a wealthy family (which is why I qualify for HFAI) so Harvard is pretty much my...
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“All the experts say you ought to start them young. That way they’ll naturally...”
– “Indian Summer” lyrics by Pedro the Lion
Thank GOD I have this right now. It has been two weeks since I’ve had sex. Un-fucking-acceptable.
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“Men don’t realize that if we’re sleeping with them on the first date, we’re...”
– Chelsea Handler (via whateverlolawants) I’m guessing (hoping?) this was a comment said in jest, because seriously, who follows The Rules anymore? Do people actually still wait three dates for sex or two days to call back? If I fuck you, it usually means I like you, not the reverse. Also, the...
Embarrassing AIM handles you had when you were a...
jgh:
Assignment is self-explanatory: reblog with any ridiculous AIM handles you had as a tween.
I’ll start, in honor of the latest X-Files flick: when I was 13, my AIM was ScullyJess.
Your turn!
The embarassing AIM handle I had as a kid is still my AIM handle. Let’s just say it references bunnies.
“I want to be able to write about what’s happening right now, but I want just as...”
– Emily Gould I blogged this quote in May. I still have a hard time writing about Patrick in an intimate manner. I just can’t seem to do it — publicly or privately.
Why thank you for the helpful emails. I have found my friend and am now safely situated at a hotel near La Rambla. Yay.
In Barcelona until Sunday morning :) I am only beginning to realize how little Spanish I’ve retained.
Uh, remember that time I got stranded in Paris? I’m slightly lost in Barcelona right now, and I’m not quite sure where I’m sleeping tonight. This is only a mild catastrophe in comparison, of course.
Google employees are sketchy.
My GChat status: I wish I were in Israel.
Gchat from my friend Eric: Israel wishes they were in YOU.
“How is it when, in the emptiness of the night, I say “I love you” I receive...”
– From A to X, A Story in Letters, by John Berger (via heideggerinchaps)
If at first you don't succeed, try, try again.
Outside Pacha on Monday night:
Guy in car: Want to get in?
Me: No, thank you.
Guy in car: Come on.
Me: No.
Guy in car: Come on.
Me: Move along, please.
Guy in car: Want to get in?
Me: Move along.
Guy in car: Want to get in?
Me: Are you serious?
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Christ.
It costs more to get me from Ibiza to Barcelona than it does to get me from Barcelona to Heidelberg. That’s an entire other country. GRR.
“When you love someone, you do not love them all the time in exactly the same...”
– Anne Morrow Lindbergh (via juliaallison) I need to chill out. Despite the glamour of Ibiza, I succumbed to a serious emotional relapse. Monday night: crying quietly on the terrace at Pacha followed by uncontrollable sobbing in the parking lot of Amnesia. Basically, two of the most incredible clubs...
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“Jessica you’re NOT a feminist. Plenty of people will agree with me. I’ve met so...”
– RandyHaddock Hmm. (And, that’s the last I’m going to say about this, the quote kind of stands on its own.) (via jessicagoldharalson) My thoughts: since when did the ignorant agreement of the masses mean that you’re right, Randy? I’d argue that most people don’t know what feminism...
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And to think that I was going to skip out on Ibiza...
This is officially the most glamorous 24 hours of my life thus far, and I like to think that my entire existence is pretty fucking glamorous. (Just kidding, well half-kidding.) Since Zac wins the Best Summer Job Award for his gig at Ibiza’s premier concierge service, I’ve been enjoying VIP access to the most amazing places at an already amazing vacation spot. Immediate thought when I...
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Ibiza!
Ticket has been purchased to the party capital of the world. Zac picks me up tomorrow at 3:20pm. Thanks pal!
I’m there ‘til Friday, which means FIVE WHOLE DAYS of (homo)sex(uals), drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll. Then I take off to Barcelona for a weekend with Helen before my return to Heidelberg.
Let’s hope that the beach and sun are what I need to get out of my creative...
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So... España?
I was vaguely considering going to Spain next week, and by “vaguely considering”, I mean that I was pretty sure I was going until I came back from London on Thursday and became incredibly depressed and tired and unwilling to travel. BUT it appears as if there’s actually a flight I can afford (thanks Germanwings!) and now I’m *this close* to booking a plane to Ibiza for...
“There’s always a moment when you start to fall out of love, whether it’s with a...”
– Douglas Adams (via jennyjennjen)
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“It is junior year, and I am still sleeping with all the same people.”
– Me, being extremely disappointed yet strangely impressed with myself, last October