for the first time in (i think) my life, i hate new york. this is the worst weather i've ever friggin experienced and its getting to be real depressing. like, excessively depressing. like, i-wanna-twist-each-and-every-tooth-i-have-out-of-my-mouth-with-a-wrench depressing.

the new Harry is out and its flying off shelves. it makes me want to go read the previous Harry's. I've read the first one and thought it was brilliant - so simple, yet so creatively thought up and planned out. after reluctantly being dragged to see the second movie by Meghan (i had hated the first one), i started Chamber of Secrets the novel, but Wally Lamb took away my interest and I found myself eventually reading more of I Know This Much Is True and less of Chamber. i only read a quarter of the number of pages into it.

Listening to: Maroon 5's This Love, which is like Stevie Wonder Jeff Buckley Jamiroquoi get-up-and-dance and have six continuous orgasms because the lead singer is howly Taylor Hanson all grownup and tough libido-filled groovy tunefullness. It is good to hear music that is sure of what it is.

rock on to hanson for recommending something cool, although we all knew about this band before hanson started wearing the t-shirts. and not like they need much buzz help right now. promote a band that needs promotion, Isaac. like yours, for example.

Realizations on this dreary, ever-depressing Sunday afternoon: OK, well maybe just one. i wonder if the whole New Jewel Image is total bullshit. i wonder if she's experimenting to see if the world sucks as much as she thinks it does. will people really buy a bullshit album full of bullshit songs if the girl on the cover is naked and the titles are all cutesy-misspelled? That song is on the radio. that picture is on tv. i wonder if she's happy with the answer. i feel like Jewel died. and she's been replaced by a gyrating half-naked fembot. i want it to be calculated. i want her to be cool, brilliant, Madonna-like in her calculation. the cynical, cigar-puffing svengali for her own failing career. if that's true, i love her. i love her and her shitty compromised music that's flying off the shelves. if not... then I'm scared for music and women alike. but I was anyway.

today is the quintessential day for curling up on the couch in sweatpants and glasses with a hot cup of green tea and just reading, reading, reading the day away. perhaps its time for that trip to B&N right now, after all...

La Boheme closed! tonight! and i never got the chance to see it! *stabs myself in the chest*

i still can't believe i missed the goddamn tony's.

im liking the new blogger update page layout.