| All these feelings |
[15 Oct 2004|10:33pm] |
I just finished watching Mean Girls with my parents, with a surprisingly ambivalent-to-positive reaction on both fronts (i.e. Mom and Dad). Although true to form, Dad got sleepy circa 9 o'clock and went up to bed. I just feel great that I can come home and nothing's changed.
I told my parents two weeks ago that I was gay, and I can't believe how great they've taken the news. Dad sent a text with the first line "so you're gay!" and an email later that day with "it's a gay life!" as the subject - what a classy guy. Today was the first time I've seen them since the news, and it's like I hadn't said anything except that I get to talk about Todd all the time, which is such a great feeling in and of itself. But I guess I knew nothing would change. My parents are the best I could ask for, open-minded and understanding. But anyway...
Things with Todd are better than anything I had ever thought for myself. And now that everyone important to me knows, I can be honest. God I am shitty at expressing my feelings! Once in a while I have a good moment where I say something exactly how I want it to come out, but those are few and far between...
Suffice it to say that I am the happiest now that I've ever been. Everyday I spend with Todd is exciting - watching a Lohan-related movie for the umpteenth time, watching him swig wine directly from the bottle, having fits while being trounced in a game of badminton, even going to McDonalds at Wal-Mart with inferior tasting diet Coke. I get fits of happiness where I feel like a gay fool....and I wouldn't change it. The point is, I don't know what the hell to say except that I'm in love and I'm loving it.
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| my namesake |
[26 Jul 2004|12:17pm] |
I have terrible and shocking news to report. So shocking that it causes me to come out of retirement and laziness to update this thing for the first time in months:
They do not sell Mr. Goodbar shirts or any solely Mr. Goodbar-related items at Hershey's world of chocolate in Hershey, Pennsylvania. Sure, you can buy a $30, 5-pound chocolate bar or a mug with a little square of the Mr. G logo in the corner as part of an ensemble cast featuring Milk Duds and Twizzlers. But no bright yellow shirts featuring the classic Mr. Goodbar lettering featured on this very page! Even Krackel, the loser of the miniature group, has plastic drink cups available for 59 cents. In-bloody-sane.
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| Leaning towards worry |
[25 Mar 2004|02:17pm] |
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The past two weeks I've been feeling strange, stranger than anytime I can remember. It is exciting, but I'm sure if I can keep it up. I'm making new friends, but I'm worried about losing contact with my closest ones. I used to do little more than homework, hang out with my two best friends, exchange no-so-witty comments with my roommate, and enjoy one night of drinking a week. Now I'm working late, putting off assignments till last minute, staying up till 3 or 4 in the morning, and feeling very happy at times but anxious at others. I used to be so consistent, even if it was a bit boring. It could be lack of time, an end of the semester rush. I'm worried about being a bad friend. I'm worried about not reading emails completely. But yet right at this moment I feel upbeat, even if it doesn't sound like it. I don't know, and I've been saying 'I don't know' a lot recently. Overreaction, I'm sure. Is everyone like this? I'm too tied to routine, but routine is so much easier.
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| 5 days of solitude |
[03 Mar 2004|10:50pm] |
I'm currently feeling a variety of sentiments:
1) Excitement about going to Europe this May! Jess and hopefully Angelique and I are going to fly to London right after the semester is over and then take cheap UK- or Ireland-based airlines to exotic destinations on the Continent. Namely Barcelona, first of all. It just seems like such a cool city, and I haven't heard anything bad about it. It's on the beach, the Mediterranean, what more could you want? Then the toss-ups include Rome and Paris. I'll keep you updated, even if it means 'updating' this dealie more than once every 2-3 months.
2) Guilt for not going to Harris Teeter in my fancy clothes to be part of an artistic endeavour! What kind of friend am I?
3) Apprehension, then nervousness, then worry, then anxiousness, then uneasiness, then concern... over what I'm going to do in the cold study. Ok, not really, I just wanted to use that line from Marge on the episode where Homer goes into space. Right now my plans include homework, TV, DVDs and possibly some sort of jogging in place.
On a side note, I'm feeling impressed because my roommate is playing his electric guitar along to Kylie Minogue's Can't get you out of my head and doing a superb job all by ear!
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| My name is Jessica Lori Geist |
[16 Dec 2003|11:16pm] |
After spending an entire day with the fashionable one of the group, I've decided that it's time for a rare update. And it's dedicated entirely to her! Here's my introduction, in the classic style presented in Le Fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulin (the movie Amélie)
Mlle Geist likes:
-Listening to tracks of the moment on repeat at least 8 times
-Forcing her male friends to shop with her for hip, bright clothes for minutes on end
-PBR
-$10 bargains
-animated shows about sexy cloned teens of famous people
-wushu
-Conan O'Brien
Jess Geist dislikes:
-Walking at a slow pace
-People who walk in front of her at a slow pace
-Objects that get in the way of her walking at a non-slow pace
-Ugly babies
-Mushrooms
-Surprise parties/gifts
-Black people*
-Vishal Saxena
Anyway, I was trying to think of ways to make fun of her, and this is the best that I could come up with! What does this tell you? Stop making that 'whipped' noise, it's so overdone. We all know I wouldn't have it any other way. Here's to you, Jess, keep up the good work. (read: let's get drunk)
*legal disclaimer - she loves the following African-Americans in alphabetical order:
3000, Andre
Armar, Nii
That is all.
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| Monopoly Best Chance Game at McDonald's |
[19 Oct 2003|10:44pm] |
It's no secret that I'm a food fanatic, I watch Food Network for at least 4 hours a day if I'm home alone on a vacation or sick day.
Anyway, the current period of October 14, 2003 to on or approximately (depending on supply) November 10, 2003 is a boom time, meaning it's the return of the Monopoly game at McDonald's! Tonight, my possibly equally obsessed partner in crime Jess accompanied me to the McDonald's restaurant down the road to purchase an item that would net us some game pieces. It was spectacular! Not because we won anything, but because we gave into temptation and bought ourselves a Large fries to go with our Large drink due to the incentive of the game pieces!
Not to be outdone (by ourselves), we then rooted aorund the trash cans both inside and outside the restaurant for more game chances - Jess successfully uncovered two carelessly thrown away pieces! We may have sullied our hands, but we're one step closer to an Elph digital camera and photo printer.
The moral of the story is, please send any unwanted game pieces to me, and next time your deep-fried craving comes, head to McDonalds.
Also, you can get free pieces by sending a self-addressed stamped envelope to some place in Young America, Minnesota. Good lick everyone.
(In other news, my brief stint as a woman, although comical in appearance, made me rather uncomfortable. Nevertheless will I repeat the performance on Halloween?)
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| Crunch those numbers |
[19 Jul 2003|11:16pm] |
The first person to finish this story wins thousands and thousands of Jess Geist's babies. (I had to offer a prize people actually wanted). Although it pains me to use numerals to represent full words, here goes. It's hackneyed, yes, but still eternally amusing:
Once there was a woman who had 69 breasts and that was 2, 2, 2 many. So she went down to 51st St. to see Dr. X where she had 8 operations. And then she was __________________.
Good luck all.
On a completely unrelated topic, clubbing was fantastic and foamy. Thanks for all the interest in my exploits!
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| Mr. Goodbar goes partying |
[17 Jul 2003|12:53am] |
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THIS JUST IN: Tomorrow, 17 July 2003, I, Alexander Barton Kelly will be going clubbing in London, England armed only with a poorly selected shirt/pants/shoes ensemble and a free sample of Axe deodorant body spray from the University of Virginia bookstore. Paul Speicher insists that I'll be successful with women there if I work it. If he says it, it must be true!
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| I hate it when that happens |
[11 Jul 2003|12:06am] |
Doesn't it just irk you beyond belief when you spend 25 minutes downloading Christina Aguilera's 'Dirrty' only to discover it was the crapass inferior short intro version without Redman's rap that you already had on your hard drive and had burned for you onto a Pop Will Eat Itself [Feast on this] CD in March of 2003? I should have done my research.
Today Supreet at work was clearly trying to come onto me as she asked me how my trip was. (Just got back from Greece yesterday, which was incredible). The point is, Supreet is hot for me, and the Aegean is beautiful, as is the part of Turkey that I saw. Makes me wonder why Angelique's parents ever left. I'm in love with the place and, of course, its accompanying food products. Even the scrawny stray cats that were all over the place were memorable. And I generally dislike them! I add the island of Samos to my recommendation list (along with Wimbledon).
This is turning out to be an amazing summer, but I only wish I could spend it with all my friends back in the States as well as with the ones here.
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| Great day |
[29 Jun 2003|12:06am] |
If you're ever in England for the last week of June or the first week in July, I really recommend going down to Wimbledon early in the morning and lining up for tickets. Today was an excellent day, and we even managed to get into Centre Court after buying resale tickets for only £3! (they're normally £44 and only 500 are available in the morning to the public). Sadly enough, we spent more on one glass of Pimm's (a fruity British summer punch, mildly alcoholic, and fruity in both senses of the word) than we get on getting into Centre Court from just before 5 till the end of play with Tim Henman winning just before 8. Ok, I'm ranting on like people other than my closest friends actually read this journal, but, for some reason I'm still quite excited by today's events.
We got up at around 5 and caught the first train, waited in line, or queue as they call it here, for just over 4 hours, then were able to waltz into the grounds for £14. Such a great day.
Of course, the best part of the day had nothing to do with tennis, or, surprisingly, with the Pimm's and beers we consumed, which took us literally down to our last pennies. When we were in the second queue to get resale tickets, we were playing cards. During one round, I pulled out one card too quickly, and it sent the rest of a completely full hand flying to the grass, all in one fell swoop. This left two little redheaded girls next to us in absolute hysterics (and me of course). 8-year old girls laughing at my antics, it was bound to happen.
Anyway, the point is, go to Wimbledon.
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