Lil Kim is scum between my toes.

It was basically spring today, which was insanely glorious and made me smile all day. But it was also a little frustrating, because my internal weather barometer (or whatever?) is all wonky and confused.

Angels in America is at the Signature Theatre and everyone should see it like tomorrow or you should cry for the next couple of months because you missed out.

A woman in Chipotle was eating her burrito and describing it, to her family, like she was a serious food critic. I've never wanted to laugh harder. I kept it under control... Rando woman, thank you for making my day.

Currently eating: steak quesadilla from Chipotle

I'm sitting in film class, waiting for a guest lecturer to begin, and I've finally realized that I am the only person here without friends. Which is fine, because usually people are just whispering about random foreign films that I haven't seen (and umm have no desire to see), but I've started to feel like a wallflower. Strange. I'm slowly making friends with two women that always sit in front of me, and are approximately 84, so that could be really promising. My dilemma might be that I walk into class every Thursday with Starbucks, while every film major knows that only the cool kids go to Oren's. Oren's usually tastes like bitter cat piss, so I stay away. Yes, I'm guessing what bitter cat piss tastes like.

We're watching a film from Palestine/Israel/France (Chronicle of a Disappearance), and how a film can be from all three of those countries at once is a little baffling.


There's a new episode of Off The Map on Hulu, and I'm mildly considering asking this professor if we can screen that instead. I don't think she'll accept such a wonderful proposition, but a boy can dream.

Currently eating: bacon, egg, & cheese breakfast sandwich from Starbucks

I wonder if people actually read this, and if people actually understand what's going on. I'm going to give a big N-O to both of those ruminations, but I'm keeping up this quasi public journal in hopes that someone can use it against me in court one day. Or maybe I can use it to show my insanity and get out of a sticky situation. This looks like a huge win-win.

Speaking of win-win, I saw the first part of Angels in America at the Signature Theatre last night (for free, with my class!) and literally can't get the damn thing out of my head. It's always good to see GOOD theatre, and it's been a while since I've really had that. Big tears, big smiles. Hard to explain.

There is a black jaguar lamp at the bar Industry on 52nd, between 8th and 9th. It is cursed. Watch out.

Currently eating: apples

The cosmos always align to make Valentine's Day intensely miserable for me, and this year held up to that intergalactic truth in spectacular fashion... No, I will not delve into all the gory details. It mainly deals with losing money and being stuck in a heinous class until 9:30pm. Pleasurable, to say the least.

My face is currently falling off, but I'm seeing the first part of Angels in America at the Signature Theatre in about an hour so ultimately everything is okay.

THE GRAMMYS! IT WAS ACTUALLY A GOOD AWARDS SHOW!

First and foremost, I cannot even begin to describe what happened when Arcade Fire won Album of the Year for the immaculate The Suburbs. I was running around my room screaming and jumping on thing and looked absolutely batshit crazy and was totally okay with that. However, Arcade Fire's performance was kinda... huh. The lights. The BMX riders. I was pretty baffled. I wish they had played 'We Used to Wait'; I think 'Month of May' is a weird choice for their Grammy debut.

Rando notes - The Aretha tribute made me so giddy, especially the J.Hud + Flo combo. Xtina's crazed riffing still makes me cringe (CLEAN IT UP). I didn't realize everyone loved Lady Antebellum so much. I didn't realize you would make 'What's My Name' into a sexy tribal song. Janelle Monae ('Cold War') and Mumford & Sons ('The Cave,' possibly my favorite performance of the night) proved their worth by KILLING it live, natch; hopefully the Grammys take note and give these two deserving bands more nominations next time around. Ricky Martin wore weird skin-tight silver jeans, and I wanted to cry out of pity. Lady Gaga arrived in an egg slash womb, incubating, and once again was the talk of the town slash the only exciting thing on the red carpet; I adored her passionate, minimalist, throwback 90s pop performance of 'Born This Way' to no end (and will probably rant on it later, watch out). Lots of old people did lots of old people things and sounded great doing them. Katy Perry actually sounded pretty good live (!!!), as did Rihanna (with bronchitis!). Everyone is scrambling to find out who Esperanza Spalding. Cee-Lo Green was dressed up as a giant intergalactic parrot and sang with the Muppets, so I'm still trying to figure that out...

And last but not least... NICOLE KIDMAN WAS CAPTURED ON TELEVISION SINGING + DANCING TO "TEENAGE DREAM." That's all, folks.

Currently eating: a sesame bagel with butter