Boris wants to call the band the Bellhops.
Like Joshua Bell, his idol.
I just don't have any comment.
Except. No. Way.
I can't stop thinking about Mia. Less than a week until I look into those beautiful grey eyes again.
11.30.2010
Bellhops????
Wednesday, January 14, condo, the balcony
Boris wants to call the band the Bellhops.
Like Joshua Bell, his idol.
I just don't have any comment.
Except. No. Way.
The Mouth Breathers (kidding)
The Sweater Tuckers (more kidding)
I can't stop thinking about Mia. Less than a week until I look into those beautiful grey eyes again.
Boris wants to call the band the Bellhops.
Like Joshua Bell, his idol.
I just don't have any comment.
Except. No. Way.
I can't stop thinking about Mia. Less than a week until I look into those beautiful grey eyes again.
To be or not to be: rock star, scientist, Renaissance Man!
Tuesday, January 13, the condo, on the balcony
The day has come.
For you and me.
To declare our love.
And set us free.
Me and you.
Equates Forever.
My one love true.
My heart strings glue.
Asunder never.
This song writing stuff is no joke. I spent the whole day trying to string together chords that sounded right. The elders all went sailing and Lilly worked on her letter to the producers of the Mia movie, so it's just me and my guitar, under the fierce sun (I'm a little sunburnt) but I don't have much to show for it. Well, I needed sun (desperately) anyway, and once we're back home, there won't be anymore shirtless outings on the balcony, not in Manhattan in January! Actually, we don't have a balcony in Manhattan. Well, we do, but I never use it because it just overlooks the street, and sorry, Fifth Avenue on the Upper East Side isn't exactly peaceful. Don't get me wrong. I love New York. I've lived there my whole life. I don't want to live anywhere else. That's why I wanted to get into Columbia so badly. I can't see myself going to MIT or Cal Tech because I'd miss NYC too much. Not to mention Mia! My second choice school was NYU. I'm so glad I got into Columbia, because NYU is chalk full of art history types: rich socialites with too much time and (inherited) money on their hands, who only are going to college to break the monotony of the Bungalow 8 club scene. Besides that, I'm not all that interested in sitting behind the Olsen twins in Psyc101.
What's going to happen to our band when we all go off to college? Or whatever? Felix and Paul are talking about possibly going out to Silicon Valley. That would leave me and Boris and maybe Trevor. Boris is a freshmen like Lilly and Mia so he'll be around for awhile. But I guess I'm thinking way too far ahead. We don't even have a name yet, and who is to say we'll be good enough to get any gigs, or a record deal? Lilly said the guy who played me in the movie formed a band and went on to become a major rock star and broke up with Mia. The rock star might be fun, but there is no way I'm breaking up with Mia! I don't know though. About the rock star thing. I like music, but I can't see myself making a career out of it. I'm not like Boris. I'd rather do something really groundbreaking like in science or medicine. I'm not interested in being an M.D. I'm more inclined for the PhD track, to work in something like like nanotechnology or astrophysics. I want to INVENT or DISCOVER something.
Ideas for band names:
The Nanotechs
The Astrogeeks
The Crackheads
The CracKings
Days until I see Mia:|||| ||
The day has come.
For you and me.
To declare our love.
And set us free.
Me and you.
Equates Forever.
My one love true.
This song writing stuff is no joke. I spent the whole day trying to string together chords that sounded right. The elders all went sailing and Lilly worked on her letter to the producers of the Mia movie, so it's just me and my guitar, under the fierce sun (I'm a little sunburnt) but I don't have much to show for it. Well, I needed sun (desperately) anyway, and once we're back home, there won't be anymore shirtless outings on the balcony, not in Manhattan in January! Actually, we don't have a balcony in Manhattan. Well, we do, but I never use it because it just overlooks the street, and sorry, Fifth Avenue on the Upper East Side isn't exactly peaceful. Don't get me wrong. I love New York. I've lived there my whole life. I don't want to live anywhere else. That's why I wanted to get into Columbia so badly. I can't see myself going to MIT or Cal Tech because I'd miss NYC too much. Not to mention Mia! My second choice school was NYU. I'm so glad I got into Columbia, because NYU is chalk full of art history types: rich socialites with too much time and (inherited) money on their hands, who only are going to college to break the monotony of the Bungalow 8 club scene. Besides that, I'm not all that interested in sitting behind the Olsen twins in Psyc101.
What's going to happen to our band when we all go off to college? Or whatever? Felix and Paul are talking about possibly going out to Silicon Valley. That would leave me and Boris and maybe Trevor. Boris is a freshmen like Lilly and Mia so he'll be around for awhile. But I guess I'm thinking way too far ahead. We don't even have a name yet, and who is to say we'll be good enough to get any gigs, or a record deal? Lilly said the guy who played me in the movie formed a band and went on to become a major rock star and broke up with Mia. The rock star might be fun, but there is no way I'm breaking up with Mia! I don't know though. About the rock star thing. I like music, but I can't see myself making a career out of it. I'm not like Boris. I'd rather do something really groundbreaking like in science or medicine. I'm not interested in being an M.D. I'm more inclined for the PhD track, to work in something like like nanotechnology or astrophysics. I want to INVENT or DISCOVER something.
Ideas for band names:
Days until I see Mia:
The Band With No Name
Monday, January 12, the condo, my room
I don't think Prince William ever had a rock band. Sure, he can play polo, but that's a team sport, based on team merit, and consequently relies on team effort rather than individual skills. You can't rely on the other band members when you're playing precision bass or keyboards or guitar. Each band member has to pull his/her weight. Things seem to be coming together for the band, which still has no name. Paul from the computer club already confirmed that he is interested in playing the keyboards. I got Boris to commit on the electric violin and Felix is taking the drums (and with his goatee he seriously looks the part of the drummer of a rock band). That leaves the guitar and precision bass. Boris thinks Trevor, this guy in the AEHS marching band, might want to do the guitar, and I'm all over precision bass. Now all we need is a name.
The Geekheads
The Fab Geeks
The Fab Five? Geeks
The Goatees (I'm not growing a goatee.)
Frontal Lobotomy (off-putting?)
Second night Mia hasn't called. But whatever. I'm going to see her in exactly a week!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I don't think Prince William ever had a rock band. Sure, he can play polo, but that's a team sport, based on team merit, and consequently relies on team effort rather than individual skills. You can't rely on the other band members when you're playing precision bass or keyboards or guitar. Each band member has to pull his/her weight. Things seem to be coming together for the band, which still has no name. Paul from the computer club already confirmed that he is interested in playing the keyboards. I got Boris to commit on the electric violin and Felix is taking the drums (and with his goatee he seriously looks the part of the drummer of a rock band). That leaves the guitar and precision bass. Boris thinks Trevor, this guy in the AEHS marching band, might want to do the guitar, and I'm all over precision bass. Now all we need is a name.
Second night Mia hasn't called. But whatever. I'm going to see her in exactly a week!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Han and Leia, me and Mia
Sunday, January 11, condo, my room
I have planned the perfect first date for me and Mia. Having been alerted by a Star Wars fan club mailing list, I went on the Screening Room website and bought two tickets for the screening of the entire Star Wars prequel trilogy on the 23rd. Not only is it a screening of our mutually favorite three movies, it is also dinner. Mia is so much like Princess Leia, a princess and socially conscious and everything, and I long to be her Han Solo.
She hasn't called tonight. Disappointing. But good. Because she really needs the sleep. Sleep easy, Sweet Princess.
I have planned the perfect first date for me and Mia. Having been alerted by a Star Wars fan club mailing list, I went on the Screening Room website and bought two tickets for the screening of the entire Star Wars prequel trilogy on the 23rd. Not only is it a screening of our mutually favorite three movies, it is also dinner. Mia is so much like Princess Leia, a princess and socially conscious and everything, and I long to be her Han Solo.
She hasn't called tonight. Disappointing. But good. Because she really needs the sleep. Sleep easy, Sweet Princess.
11.29.2010
Free me of Willy, please!
Saturday, January 10, later
I figured that with everything Mia is doing in Genovia -- cutting ribbons and visiting hospitals and stuff -- there must be some news relating to her, so I did a google news search. There was a story about her that was by now a couple of days old. It caught my eye because of Prince William and the insinuation that he and Mia were some kind of "dream couple." I thought, Geez, I'm only three years older than Mia, but William is like in grad school, or the army, or something. I think. Who cares? Anyway, the article said that he's flying to Genovia in the coming week to play for Prince Phillipe's polo team. Prince Phillipe is Mia's dad. William is also going to attend some "farewell ball" that is being held in Mia's honor at the end of her trip. So this is just great. My new girlfriend is ripped out of my time zone and now I have to worry about some prince stealing her away from me. How in the world am I supposed to compete with Prince Charming? The son of the "Queen of Hearts/People's Princess." When Lilly was younger, she had a picture of him on her wall, sitting in a row boat and looking forlornly at the camera. I'll never forget the caption because I made it into the butt of many jokes: "Dreamboat Willy."
Good lord. Dreamboat Willy is my competition. To think I was lately jealous of Kenny Showalter.
What if Mia takes one look at the Prince and thinks, "Why am I wasting time with that geek Moscovitz when I could be with the dashing Dreamboat Willy?"
Wait. She can't marry that dorkus Prince Willy because she is Catholic and he can't marry Catholics on account of that weird law the British are always saying they want to repeal but for some reason never get around to it. But who is to say that they wouldn't repeal it at last for Mia's sake, because what country wouldn't want Mia as a Queen?!
All right, Mike, get a grip. Mia would never go for a pretty boy like Prince William. Her friend Tina Hakim Baba might drool over His Dreamboatness, but Mia has more discernment than Tina. Mia doesn't care about a person's royal status. She completely disparages her own royal status, thinking that it is freaky to be a princess, so why would she admire it in someone else?
Besides, Mia told me that she loves me. Mia isn't the kind of girl to tell a guy she loves him unless she means it from the bottom of big heart. Stop reading so much into shit and go write some songs.
I figured that with everything Mia is doing in Genovia -- cutting ribbons and visiting hospitals and stuff -- there must be some news relating to her, so I did a google news search. There was a story about her that was by now a couple of days old. It caught my eye because of Prince William and the insinuation that he and Mia were some kind of "dream couple." I thought, Geez, I'm only three years older than Mia, but William is like in grad school, or the army, or something. I think. Who cares? Anyway, the article said that he's flying to Genovia in the coming week to play for Prince Phillipe's polo team. Prince Phillipe is Mia's dad. William is also going to attend some "farewell ball" that is being held in Mia's honor at the end of her trip. So this is just great. My new girlfriend is ripped out of my time zone and now I have to worry about some prince stealing her away from me. How in the world am I supposed to compete with Prince Charming? The son of the "Queen of Hearts/People's Princess." When Lilly was younger, she had a picture of him on her wall, sitting in a row boat and looking forlornly at the camera. I'll never forget the caption because I made it into the butt of many jokes: "Dreamboat Willy."
Good lord. Dreamboat Willy is my competition. To think I was lately jealous of Kenny Showalter.
What if Mia takes one look at the Prince and thinks, "Why am I wasting time with that geek Moscovitz when I could be with the dashing Dreamboat Willy?"
Wait. She can't marry that dorkus Prince Willy because she is Catholic and he can't marry Catholics on account of that weird law the British are always saying they want to repeal but for some reason never get around to it. But who is to say that they wouldn't repeal it at last for Mia's sake, because what country wouldn't want Mia as a Queen?!
All right, Mike, get a grip. Mia would never go for a pretty boy like Prince William. Her friend Tina Hakim Baba might drool over His Dreamboatness, but Mia has more discernment than Tina. Mia doesn't care about a person's royal status. She completely disparages her own royal status, thinking that it is freaky to be a princess, so why would she admire it in someone else?
Besides, Mia told me that she loves me. Mia isn't the kind of girl to tell a guy she loves him unless she means it from the bottom of big heart. Stop reading so much into shit and go write some songs.
The Mia Cure
Saturday, January 10, midnight
I'm now thoroughly convinced that the cure for all ills is Mia's voice. I have to admit, when I went out there to see what Lilly was screaming about, and she goes, "Phone," I sort of expected it to be Mia. But since she didn't say anything about it being Mia (like "your lifemate," in a disdainful tone) I thought it more likely was Boris. She talks to Boris almost every night and I thought he might have wanted to chat with me for a minute about the band. So I picked up the phone and went, "Hello?" kind of uncertainly, but curious.
Imagine my delight when I was greeted with, "Michael, it's me"!!!! Suddenly, I was soaring in the clouds, doing backflips and somersaults without becoming at all tangled in my cape. That's how Mia's voice makes me feel. Invincible.
Immediately, she went off all apologetic about forgetting my birthday. I'll admit it. I was a little hurt that she didn't call, but tonight she was so sweet and adorable, telling me she must be the worst girlfriend ever and all this other nonsense, all I could do was laugh! I told her not to be ridiculous. I didn't expect her to be able to call me whenever she wanted to because I understood the weight of the demands on her time over there. This is basically how our conversation went:
Mia -- Michael, it's me.
Me -- Mia! How are you?
Mia -- I'm OK. Listen, Michael, I can't believe I missed your birthday. I suck. I can't believe how much I suck. I am the most horrible person who ever walked the face of the planet.
That's Mia. Only she can turn a forgotten birthday phone call into a crime against humanity.
Me -- Oh that's all right. I know you're busy over there. And there's that time-zone thing, and all. So. How's it going? Has your grandmother let you off for that parking-meter thing, or is she still on your case about it?
Mia -- You know it. So tell me about your birthday. Did you do anything fun?
Me -- It was a disaster! Well, except for my new laptop. But Lilly was a real pain in the ass, and my grandparents insisted on us all going to Red Lobster. You know how much I hate chain restaurants. Needless to say, this experience didn't change my sentiments.
Mia -- Why? What happened?
Me -- Well, it turns out Lilly is allergic to shellfish. She had this seriously alarming reaction so we all jumped up and rushed her to the Promptcare. Now she has to carry a syringe filled with adrenaline everywhere just in case she starts swelling up like Violet in Willy Wonka.
Mia -- Oh my god.
Me -- Yeah. Nothing but that could have made me forgive her for being such a pain.
Mia -- Aw, you know you love her deep down.
Me -- Right. Whatever you say.
Mia -- So you got a new computer to go with your new color printer?
Me -- Yeah. It's very nice. It's the new powerbook. 17 inch screen, 500 gigs. There is also this cool music-recording software on it that will be great for the band.
Mia -- What band?
Me -- Oh yeah. I'm forming a band with some of the guys from the computer club.
Mia -- Wow!
Me -- Yeah. I have to do something with myself now that the minions of Bill Gates have silenced me.
Mia -- Are you really giving up Crackhead?
Me -- Yep.
Mia -- Shoot. I love that 'zine. I've been a faithful subscriber since I was like ten.
Me -- Well, you know, it was fun while it lasted. So I have a new email now. It's LinuxRulz, with a 'z.'
All of a sudden, Mia let out this yawn and it dawned on me what time it had to be over there. Until then, I was so caught up in the thrill of talking to her (we always have so much to say to each other) I didn't even think about the six-hour time difference.
Me -- Hey, isn't it like four in the morning there?
Mia -- Yes.
Me -- Well, you'd better get to bed. Unless you get to sleep in. But I bet you have stuff to do tomorrow, right?
Mia -- Oh. Just a ribbon-cutting ceremony at the hospital. And then lunch with the Genovian Historical Society. And then a tour of the Genovian zoo. And then dinner with the minister of culture and his wife.
Me -- Oh, my god. Do you have to do that kind of stuff every day?
Mia -- Uh-huh.
She sounded dreamy, like she was all happy and cozy. I had the sudden urge to reach across the ocean and wrap my arms around her.
Me -- Mia, you'd better get some sleep. You have another huge day ahead of you.
Mia -- OK.
Me -- I mean it, Mia. Hang up the phone and go to bed.
Mia -- You hang up first.
My heart melted. I couldn't stand to hang up first. I couldn't stand to say goodbye to her.
Me -- No. You hang up first.
Mia -- No. You.
Me -- No. You.
"Both of you hang up." That was Lilly on another phone. "I have to call Boris before his nightly Benadryl kicks in."
So I had to say good night to Mia without saying what I desperately wanted to say, which is that I love her, because I can't say that with my sister listening on another end.
9 days until I see my girl again. 9 DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm now thoroughly convinced that the cure for all ills is Mia's voice. I have to admit, when I went out there to see what Lilly was screaming about, and she goes, "Phone," I sort of expected it to be Mia. But since she didn't say anything about it being Mia (like "your lifemate," in a disdainful tone) I thought it more likely was Boris. She talks to Boris almost every night and I thought he might have wanted to chat with me for a minute about the band. So I picked up the phone and went, "Hello?" kind of uncertainly, but curious.
Imagine my delight when I was greeted with, "Michael, it's me"!!!! Suddenly, I was soaring in the clouds, doing backflips and somersaults without becoming at all tangled in my cape. That's how Mia's voice makes me feel. Invincible.
Immediately, she went off all apologetic about forgetting my birthday. I'll admit it. I was a little hurt that she didn't call, but tonight she was so sweet and adorable, telling me she must be the worst girlfriend ever and all this other nonsense, all I could do was laugh! I told her not to be ridiculous. I didn't expect her to be able to call me whenever she wanted to because I understood the weight of the demands on her time over there. This is basically how our conversation went:
Mia -- Michael, it's me.
Me -- Mia! How are you?
Mia -- I'm OK. Listen, Michael, I can't believe I missed your birthday. I suck. I can't believe how much I suck. I am the most horrible person who ever walked the face of the planet.
That's Mia. Only she can turn a forgotten birthday phone call into a crime against humanity.
Me -- Oh that's all right. I know you're busy over there. And there's that time-zone thing, and all. So. How's it going? Has your grandmother let you off for that parking-meter thing, or is she still on your case about it?
Mia -- You know it. So tell me about your birthday. Did you do anything fun?
Me -- It was a disaster! Well, except for my new laptop. But Lilly was a real pain in the ass, and my grandparents insisted on us all going to Red Lobster. You know how much I hate chain restaurants. Needless to say, this experience didn't change my sentiments.
Mia -- Why? What happened?
Me -- Well, it turns out Lilly is allergic to shellfish. She had this seriously alarming reaction so we all jumped up and rushed her to the Promptcare. Now she has to carry a syringe filled with adrenaline everywhere just in case she starts swelling up like Violet in Willy Wonka.
Mia -- Oh my god.
Me -- Yeah. Nothing but that could have made me forgive her for being such a pain.
Mia -- Aw, you know you love her deep down.
Me -- Right. Whatever you say.
Mia -- So you got a new computer to go with your new color printer?
Me -- Yeah. It's very nice. It's the new powerbook. 17 inch screen, 500 gigs. There is also this cool music-recording software on it that will be great for the band.
Mia -- What band?
Me -- Oh yeah. I'm forming a band with some of the guys from the computer club.
Mia -- Wow!
Me -- Yeah. I have to do something with myself now that the minions of Bill Gates have silenced me.
Mia -- Are you really giving up Crackhead?
Me -- Yep.
Mia -- Shoot. I love that 'zine. I've been a faithful subscriber since I was like ten.
Me -- Well, you know, it was fun while it lasted. So I have a new email now. It's LinuxRulz, with a 'z.'
All of a sudden, Mia let out this yawn and it dawned on me what time it had to be over there. Until then, I was so caught up in the thrill of talking to her (we always have so much to say to each other) I didn't even think about the six-hour time difference.
Me -- Hey, isn't it like four in the morning there?
Mia -- Yes.
Me -- Well, you'd better get to bed. Unless you get to sleep in. But I bet you have stuff to do tomorrow, right?
Mia -- Oh. Just a ribbon-cutting ceremony at the hospital. And then lunch with the Genovian Historical Society. And then a tour of the Genovian zoo. And then dinner with the minister of culture and his wife.
Me -- Oh, my god. Do you have to do that kind of stuff every day?
Mia -- Uh-huh.
She sounded dreamy, like she was all happy and cozy. I had the sudden urge to reach across the ocean and wrap my arms around her.
Me -- Mia, you'd better get some sleep. You have another huge day ahead of you.
Mia -- OK.
Me -- I mean it, Mia. Hang up the phone and go to bed.
Mia -- You hang up first.
My heart melted. I couldn't stand to hang up first. I couldn't stand to say goodbye to her.
Me -- No. You hang up first.
Mia -- No. You.
Me -- No. You.
"Both of you hang up." That was Lilly on another phone. "I have to call Boris before his nightly Benadryl kicks in."
So I had to say good night to Mia without saying what I desperately wanted to say, which is that I love her, because I can't say that with my sister listening on another end.
9 days until I see my girl again. 9 DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Crackhead is dead
Friday, January 9, late: the condo, my room
I taught myself how to play "Smells like Team Spirit" on the guitar. Talked to Boris and Felix on AIM about starting a band. Crackhead is losing sponsors at a marathon pace and there is no waiting list of alternative endorsement prospects. It seems that reverence for the Almighty Bill has turned the industry against me. Why the hell is Lilly shouting my name like that? It's nine o'clock in the evening. She knows our grandparents go to bed early in order to start slamming doors at five in the am. I better go see what the hell she wants.
I taught myself how to play "Smells like Team Spirit" on the guitar. Talked to Boris and Felix on AIM about starting a band. Crackhead is losing sponsors at a marathon pace and there is no waiting list of alternative endorsement prospects. It seems that reverence for the Almighty Bill has turned the industry against me. Why the hell is Lilly shouting my name like that? It's nine o'clock in the evening. She knows our grandparents go to bed early in order to start slamming doors at five in the am. I better go see what the hell she wants.
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