Stuff's happened. I promised to update.

Friday was the big day. Meredith and I headed into the city with Mom so I could finally get my hair chopped off. Meredith agreed that Devachan is the kind of place they used to take people on Fashion Emergency. That’s why I love it there. She read magazines while I got my hair cut. As promised, I cut quite a bit off. My hair was about a third of the way down my back, give or take a few inches. Now it falls just below my chin. I really like it. It’s exactly what I needed.

Then Mom took Meredith and me around SoHo. We went to Anne Taylor Loft (Mom bought blue pants), H&M (I bought a skirt and two sweaters, Meredith bought a t-shirt, a skirt, sunglasses and a barrette), Urban Outfitters, Anna Sui and a few others places I can’t remember. On the way to lunch, we saw Carl Lagerfeld (I think), who is apparently a very important guy at Chanel. Meredith and my mom both freaked out. Anyway, after some confusion, we went to lunch at this restaurant called Jerry’s, which had very good, but expensive, fries. Then we went to a rock photo gallery and a very strange, very Japanese store that may or may not have been called Robo Monkey. Then we left the city.

On the way home, there was some drama over whether or not I could go to Dan’s house. This is drama I still don’t completely understand, but I believe it has something to do with my mother thinking I’m gaining some sort of "reputation" (beats me) from hanging out with the boys every weekend. There was also some issue involving their right to “guy time”, but seeing as neither Meredith nor my mother have ever hung out with me, Joel, Dan, and Alex they have no way of knowing that when I’m there, it’s still guy time. So I forgive them.

Either way, I ended up going to Dan’s, much to my parents’ chagrin. We worked on Project Punk on and off and also watched X2, which is still among the best superhero movies ever. My hair got a good reception. Alex said it makes me look younger, whatever that means. Also, I found out that Meredith was right about something. But it was a very enjoyable evening.

Then I came home, re-read half of Superman For All Seasons and went to sleep.

Yesterday, Dad and I went out to do basically nothing. We made a trade at the WalMart on 22 and had lunch at Friday’s, during which we discussed the Thompson Twins and Tal Bachmann. We went to Montclair to pick up his car from the dealership, and I watched cheerleading there. Then we picked up JT so I could take him to Saturdays in Motion, which is where I volunteer. Zarine was back, so it was pretty fun.

After that, JT’s dad picked us up and dropped us in Somerville for some fun vintage escapades. JT and I had dinner at a nice Cuban restaurant and then went to the Goodwill. I got a kick-ass polka dotted skirt for five bucks, and JT bought some ironic t-shirts and a preppy red sweater. Then we headed off to Neet Stuff, which is a very cool but very expensive vintage store packed with lots of stuff. We browsed and talked to the owner and his wife. I read Christian propaganda comics, which were hilarious. In one (Angel of Light, it was called) the last page had a step-by-step method for getting into Heaven, and then said: DO YOU ACCEPT JESUS CHRIST AS YOUR PERSONAL LORD AND SAVIOUR? and then had boxes when you could check 'Yes' or 'No'. It was outstanding. Anyway, JT ended up buying some pins, an N*Sync shirt and a plastic Batman lunchbox, and I bought a Radio Shack ad/Superman comic, scans of which are now up at [livejournal.com profile] scans_daily for your viewing pleasure.

So...that brings us up to speed on my weekend. Happy Purim/Easter, you Judeo-Christians.
So. Sunday bloody Sunday. Here we are.

My parents went to LA this weekend – Dad had some business at the TV Land Awards and Mom was originally going out to see her friends, but she ended up getting some job, too. I don’t really know because I’m still in The BR. Grandma and Grandpa came out to stay with me, because it’s not like I can stay all by myself for two nights in a little berg as shady as this one.

Actually, speaking of burglary, I got a good story.

Friday morning, JT and I get to school and head off to our lockers to get ready for the day. We head over for my locker, number 2018, which is easy to spot because there’s no lock on it. Which is strange, because there usually is a lock on it, seeing as it’s a locker. Curious, I open it up. My binders and books are gone. All the crap on the top shelf – my OC book cover, that yellow balloon, a blank notebook, some papers – are still there, but all of my notebooks I keep at the bottom had vanished. I send JT back to the cafeteria and head off to the main office to see if they know anything.

In the office, Mrs. Ogino directs me to Villar’s office. Now, let me say a few words about Villar. Villar is awesome. He used to teach sixth grade social studies at Annin, and even though I never had him, he still managed to get to know me. Now he’s Assistant Principal #1, but still manages to pal around with a good deal of the student body. He will, one day, be the best principal ever.

Anyway, so I go into Villar’s office, and after bantering with him about my Red Ranger shirt, he asks, “What can I do for you?” So I say: “When I went to my locker this morning and my lock and books were gone and you listen to the New Pornographers!” Yes, just like that. I had just noticed that he had Electric Version and Mass Romantic stacked on his desk, and it was so surprising seeing those albums in an administrator’s office that I just had to come out and say something. And so he goes into this five minute thing where he makes sure I also listen to the Shins, Beulah and Belle & Sebastian, and then he tells me about this kick-ass online indie radio station, WOXY. Like I said, Villar is awesome. Anyway, then he sends me on a patented Ridge High Wild Goose Chase to get my affairs in order.

So, on to Assistant Principal Office #2: Mr. Thompson in the 600 wing. I got a new lock from his secretary there, a college-age looking girl who looked kind of sad to be working in a high school. I left intently so I could put my new lock on my locker so I could dump my coat and not worry about that being stolen as well. On the way, I told Alex what happened (Alex: “Maybe Joel took your stuff.”) and, later, Joel (Me: “You sure you didn’t take my stuff?”), the latter of whom accompanied me to room 521, also known as Assistant Principal Office #3: Miss Dusebout. That’s where the lost and found is. Unfortunately, though, my stuff wasn’t lost, per se, so it couldn’t be found. I went back to the cafeteria for study hall and told Villar about the outcome. The rest of my day was pretty uneventful. When I told Neigel my story (after he finished making fun of me) he said, “Shut. Up.” Neigel? Is also awesome.

All in all, that was the most eventful thing to happen to me lately. Yesterday, Meredith and I hung out and went to the park. I started taking my allergy medicine also, so let’s count March 12th as the first day of spring, shall we?

Today, Grandma and Grandpa took me out to breakfast in Bernardsville, and then we went to see Robots. It was cute, and certainly not as bad as I had originally anticipated, so I feel that it was worth my time. It was also in a theatre full of small children, which are my favorite conditions for movie viewing. It’s one of the reasons I saw the SpongeBob movie twice. One of them.

Afterwards, we ate an early dinner at Ridge Pizza, during which I spotted JT and Julie walking down the street. I managed to call them in and they ended up coming back to my house. We hung out for about an hour and a half, and Julie took home most of the Rolling Stones I’ve accumulated over the past year and a half. She loves magazines. After she left, JT and I watched some Sports Night and he finally got the Natalie/Jeremy love. Because they are so cute. During this, I realized that if you were to describe me in terms of fictional characters, I am Seth Cohen plus Jeremy Goodwin. Despite me being a teenage girl. Other than that, it’s uncanny.

So...that brings us up to speed, I think. My folks are coming home soon. I watched Pleasantville last night and decided that it really is my favorite movie ever. I should have a Pleasantville party for everyone. Sound good to you?

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