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Name: Watson
Gender: Female
Interests: Baking birthday cakes, listening to the "New
Recommendations" from Tower Records, sparkly
nail polish, pleated skirts, playgrounds, Breakfast
at Tiffany's, my pink Nalgene, homemade buttons,
luxury apartments, and H&H bagels with plain
cream cheese and nova and a chocolate chip muffin
with orange juice on the side.
Expertise: Making mixes and friendship bracelets,
trying on skirts, swinging on the little kid's swings in Central
Park, playing paintball, sketching out taxi drivers,
twiddling my thumbs, baking, writing mediocre short stories,
and simultaneously polishing off the Great American Novel and the E-Z Mac
in my kitchen.
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
Member Since:
9/25/2003
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| friggin' a, as they say in Grease.
Peace out high school. College kicks your ass. | | |
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Your Famous Movie Kiss is from Gone With The Wind
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"Great balls of fire. Don't bother me anymore, and don't call me sugar."
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Your Inner Retro Girl Is
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| Lots of stuff happening, not enough time to write about it. Or so it seems, because I haven’t written in a very long time but I’m not actually doing very much. I fill my time with marvelous, great big bundles of nothing. I watch movies, I read books, I occasionally have a part-time job babysitting or cat feeding or plant watering. Every Wednesday we have Bollywood night, which is slowly (due to my influence, ha!) morphing into Bollywood and Veronica Mars night, switching off host houses every week. I spend a lot of time in Barnes and Noble, reading and drinking coffee and sneaking peeks at the gorgeous cashier guy who likes to talk Plato with me when the customer line is nonexistant and I’ve just bought a book. Somehow this leisure time is the kind that won’t exist for long after this summer, so I revel in it.
I visited the Apple store at the upper fringes of Midtown, though I guess it’s really the Upper West Side by that point: 59th and 5th Avenue, thereabouts. It’s a marvel in glass and silver, beautiful and teeming with people. I’ve fallen in love there. With a MacBook Pro, which I’ll have to buy before heading off on my six-day backpacking and inner tubing pre-orientation (pre-pre-school, in other words) trip. This computer, though much-used and loved, is old and dying. It’s on its last legs. And I won’t be too sorry to see the last of it.
I’m sorry I didn’t meet Anjali’s friends from Bronx Science before this summer, because I really like them and we’re all heading in different directions for college. But every chance I have to see them, I like them even more, so who knows whether we’ll end up lasting friends? It’s a definite possibility, and I hope it happens. Admittedly, though, I’m spending a lot of time alone, which is good and bad in its own ways. I’m hungry now so I’ll probably head to Zabar’s for a sandwich and a Martinelli’s or something, and then I'll go over to feed Ella’s cats. I might go see Devil Wears Prada, but I need my academic advisor to call me back so I can deal with my being wait-listed for IFP fall semester. Which is not good. As I plan to be a writing major and as of right now I am shut out of a WRITING CLASS.
Time to go wallow in the heat somewhere or other. Damn heat wave. | | |
| It's an oldie.
- TEN Random Things About Me
10 :: I like eating cereal plain and will perhaps bite you if you try to eat some of it.
09 :: My imaginary friends (when I was four) were named Jane and Kiki.
08 :: I am addicted to the New York Times luxury real estate listings.
07 :: My favorite magazines range from Vanity Fair to Rolling Stone to Ellegirl.
06 :: Though both of my thumbs are hitchhiker's thumbs, one bends back farther than the other.
05 :: Without intelligent people to talk to, I would die.
04 :: One of my favorite words is "penchant".
03 :: I hate my mother's amaryllis plant and have considered feeding it orange juice.
02 :: I reread books. At least three times each.
01 :: I won 30 points with "Squads" playing Scrabble with my mom on Saturday.
NINE Places I've Visited/Lived
09:: Chicago
08:: New York
07:: London
06:: Paris
05:: Cancun
04:: Montreal
03:: Boston
02:: Providence
01:: Gloucester
EIGHT Things I Want To Do Before I Die
08:: Fly a kite without having it crash on me or get tangled
07:: Hang-glide
06:: Be a dictator, whether of a country or of my own household
05:: Live in San Francisco or Seattle - West Coast location, East Coast attitude
04:: Have a library in my house
03:: Stand on my head in a yoga class
02:: Bungee jump
01:: Visit New Zealand
SEVEN Ways To Win My Heart
07:: Know good books, movies, music and art exhibits and introduce them to me
06:: Have messy hair, not super-short
05:: Make me laugh
04:: Have strong opinions, whether or not I agree with them
03:: A foreign accent is always nice
02:: Be respectful and polite but sometimes devilish
01:: Be original
SIX Things/ppl I Believe In
06:: Aristotle - sometimes
05:: God, in a pinch
04:: Being happy
03:: Having fun
02:: Trying new things
01:: Harry Potter
FIVE Things I'm Afraid Of
05:: Bugs
04:: Losing my friends
03:: Losing my mom
02:: Mice
01:: Falling in the subway tracks
FOUR Of My Favorite Items In My Bedroom
04:: My comfy, comfy bed
03:: ice bat and sock monkey (they are a unit, so they count as one)
02:: The Yellow Submarine movie poster
01:: All of my books
THREE Things I Do Everyday
03:: Walk around New York
02:: Eat something tasty
01:: Write in le Moleskine
TWO Things I Am Trying Not To Do Right Now
02:: Pack my bag for tomorrow
01:: Anything productive, really
ONE Person I Want To See Right Now
01 :: Clive Owen circa Gosford Park, preferably shirtless. | | |
| I spent one day watching movies and letting all my phone calls go to voicemail. I watched The Squid and the Whale and Y Tu Mama Tambien, and a few VM episodes. Now I feel better but I had to wallow just a little bit because my heart was a little bit broken. But I've got some good options open and I'm pleased with the way things turned out.
Montreal was fantastic - everything from wandering through St.-Denis at 11:30 at night, to drunkenly meeting Wezzy and his crew, to the delicious pears at Jean-Talon, to waltzing in the park outside the Biosphere, to flattening pennies on train tracks in Old Montreal, to the innumerable coffees, cafe lattes, cappuccinos, and cafe mochas, to shopping with Hollis at American stores despite being in another country, to the store that sells every style of Converse sneaker ever created, to the 10-hour train rides and being held up at customs, to the dark costume shop and planning a masquerade ball, to fondues and crepes and baguettes, to playing music loudly in our room and sipping daquiris before playing cards until 1 in the morning. HAZE in Montreal = love. | | |
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