Hump Day.

Today has been bogus so far. Can I have a redo? If not, can someone make it better? I hate this mood. This is totally not a Suzanne mood.

I need fun.
Someone please point me in the direction of some fun.

Warning: I have an incredibly short attention span. I'm also rumored to be very impatient.

Immediate, quick fun would be perfect.



Design against crime.


Early love and molecules.

Why does it have to fade?

Can't miss this.

Sigur Ros is playing Madison Square Garden on February 9th.

Who's coming with me?

Attending this concert will make Suzy a very very very happy gal. :)


"The nature of reality is this: It is hidden, and it is hidden, and it is hidden."
--Rumi, 13th-century Sufi mystic

Long weekend withdrawal.

I hate being back at work. Hate it. Especially after this weekend. It just isn't fair. This weekend was radical. I'll illustrate it for you through Jen's pictures (because I've been too lazy to upload mine to Flickr yet).

Wednesday night:

Thursday Night:

And now since blogger won't let me post any more photo's, I'm going to go back to work until I have some more time for another post with the rest of the weekends pics.


Long Weekend.

Here we go.

It's my favorite time of the year. Aside from the insane amount of eating I get to participate in, there's lots of fun to be had during my 4 day weekend. I'm hoping it goes a little something like this:


Half Penny Pub.
Heavy Drinking.
More Drinking.
More Darts.


Lots of it.
at my Aunts.
Half Penny Pub.


Half Penny Pub.


Something new.
Something fun.
Something exciting.
Something different.
Half Penny Pub? (not again!!)


Football (Jet's have the late game)
Egg Nog latte.
Being cozy.

This isn't too much to ask for, is it?

Whoop whoop! The countdown is on. 3 hours till the festivities begin!


My head is singing.

Held like water in you shaking hands are all the small defeats a day demands. 10-6 or 9-5 trying, dying to survive. Never knowing what survival means. Leave the apartment to buy alcohol. Hang our diplomas on the bathroom wall. Pick at the plaster chipped away, survey some stunning tooth decay, enlist the cat in the impending class-war. Let's lay our bad day down here, dear and make-believe we're strong, or hum some protest song. Like maybe "We Shall Overcome Someday." Overcome the stupid things we say. Say I needed more than this, say I needed one more kiss. We left that light on way too long now. Let's plant a bomb at city-hall and kill an MLA. We'll talk the night away. You call in sick, I'll quit the word-games that I play. I swear I way more than half believe it when I say that somewhere love and justice shine. Cynicism falls asleep. Tyranny talks to itself. Sappy slogans all come true. We forget to feed our fear.

-The Weakerthans.Confessions of a Futon Revolutionist


The Universe is a pretty big place.
It's bigger than anything anyone has ever dreamed of before.
So if it's just us, it seems like an awful waste of space.

"Ellie Arroway" in Carl Sagan's Contact!

In my head.

by Of Montreal

You’re such a mystery
I just want to stand and stare
Nibble on your ear and smell the ocean in your hair
You know you damage me you leave me tangled in a knot
But when you reappear I see Neptunian blues that eyes forgot
Neptunian blues that eyes forgot
I only feel alive when the vu’s flashing alarms going off in my head
I want to grab you and just kiss you maybe I should sit down
No sense in cashing us now
Still I only feel alright when the vu’s flashing bombs going off in my head
I want to grab you want to scream at you no icing me down
The party’s crashing us now
The party’s crashing us now
Oh well we made love like a pair of black wizards
You freed me from the past you fucked the suburbs out of me
And all those ugly days that made us so sick
They are just fossils now we’ve learned the elevating trick
We’ve learned the elevating trick


Why am I such an amateur knitter?

Monday night I began knitting the Broad Street mittens. With some help from Jen (and her size 2 dpn's) things got off to a great start. I finished the cuff and the increase for the palm, and was up to the crazy thumb increase when I decided the yarn I was using was not going to cut it. Unfortunately, I was using Wool-Ease when the pattern calls for sock weight yarn. Doh!! I really thought I was going to get away with it, but nope, no cigar. It's getting frogged today on my lunch break. No worries though, Jen and I went to AC Moore last night, and I got what should be the right yarn to get those suckers done. Damn-it. Christmas knitting is stressful. I did manage to get one gift done during the Giants game this weekend. Granted, it was a quick, easy knit, but hey, at least something is completed. Let's see what else I have to finish before December 25th...

2 more scarves
Broadstreet Mittens
Bottle cozy
Miniature (either) stockings, sweaters, or mittens

I also have to make my Christmas cards. Fortunately, Jen and I came up with a genius plan to get some of this crap done. We booked a hotel room in Montauk for one Saturday night at the beginning of December. We're heading out there with our crafts and (hopefully) coming home with a whole lot accomplished. Sure, we'll probably paint the town red (it is a Saturday night!), but I think we'll be very productive with nothing around to distract us, ie. boys, the half penny pub, and all things familiar. Maybe we should leave our darts home Jen? nah, why would we want to do a silly thing like that... ;)

Oh, I'm so happy it's almost the weekend. Yay!


Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, or a new country. -Anais Nin, author (1903-1977)


And it's Monday again.


Friday Night:

5:30pm - Mizu Sushi, Crunchy roll take-out
6:00pm - Arrive at Lotus Tattoo
7:00pm - Begin getting tattooed
8:30pm - Finish my 14th sitting (nope, still not done)
9:00pm - Home, change.
9:30pm - Jen's. She cleaned me up, and got me drunk on wine. Love her.
10:00pm - Arrive at the pub.
10:01pm - Mind eraser. Jen, Suzy, Julia, and Elizabeth. (see photo in previous post)
- Here's where the night becomes blurry -
oh, that's right.
7 & 7's.
Winning at darts with my new partner half-penny-sayville-bartender-irish-Chris.
Winning at darts with Camilli against Jen and Al.
Baby Guinness.
Losing at darts to Camilli. (2-9, I know. Good thing I can still romp him in backgammon.)
After that I was a mess. I remember that much.

12:45pm - Wake-up! (I know! We never sleep that late!)
1:30ish - Peter Pan Diner.
3ish - Jen's to pick up my car and chit chat about our fun Friday night.
3:30 - Home, rush, want to get to the chess store before it closes at 5.
4:15 - Camilli comes to pick me up. I decide it's too late for the chess store. (there's always next weekend)
My parents came home and we played Briscola. (Italian card game with partners)
Wine, chips, fun times.
10pm - Back at Camilli's.
12pm - Saturday night bonfire is becoming a tradition. SO FUN!
2am - Cigarello's and a 40 0f Coors light.
3am - Wales Tales. (who starts drinking games at this hour?)
4am? - Sleep.


11ish - get up.
12ish - Anthony's little brothers come over for the football game.
Bagels, Football, Fun.
Giants lose.
Starbucks for Egg Nog Latte.
Mama Santina's for specialty pizza.
Jet's lose.
Couch time.
Ali G.
Serious conversations.
1am - Go home.
2am - Go to bed.

I woke up at 7am. I'm exhausted. Can't wait for next weekend.


My weekends.

i win
Originally uploaded by fancygreenbee.
This is what we do.



Tonight is supposedly my last tattoo appointment. Keep your fingers crossed. Unfortunately he's working on the background which goes down my sides, probably the most painful place to get tattooed. It' s going to hurt. Come to the pub and buy me a shot later. I'm going to need it.


I'm good.

After a lovely night, I decided I wasn't going to get out of bed this morning.

My alarm went off at 7:30, and I pressed snooze a bunch of times (my snooze is only 5 minutes, yuck!), but the last time, instead of "snooze" I pressed "off". Oops. I didn't wake up until 8:11. I ususally leave my house at 8:10 to get to work by 8:30. I've only been late to work once, in the year and a half that I've worked here, and that was due to a major accident on Sunrise Hwy. Needless to say, I set my ass in over-drive and made it to work with 1 minute to spare. I even had time to brush my teeth and put deoderant on.
I look like a train hit me, but at least I smell ok. Is it Friday yet?


Human kindness has never weakened the stamina or softened the fiber of a free people. A nation does not have to be cruel to be tough. -Franklin D.Roosevelt, 32nd US President (1882-1945)


New Hair

Originally uploaded by newdaystobrave.
My flash couldn't understand why my hair was so dark, so it decided to bleach out my face. Cute.

What can I say.

I felt extremely busy this weekend.

Friday night:

My mother and I really enjoyed the play. We had really low expectations, so we were surprised when we both wanted to stay after intermission. We got into the city at 5pm, took the subway one stop to Times Square and dined at the Hard Rock Cafe (poor service). We arrived for the play super early, so we wasted time by buying some starbucks latte's that we both wound up throwing out after 2 or 3 sips. The play started at 8 and we were out of there by a quarter to 11. After a quick subway/metro-card debacle, we were arrived at Penn with 20 minutes to spare until our 11:29pm train to Babylon. I took a nice cat nap on the train, and awoke in time to de-board at Babylon where my Father was waiting to pick us up. I got home, cleaned up (I always feel so greasy after being in the city), and was off to the pub. I was so happy to see Anthony ;) and Jen and the crew. I played some darts, drank some beer, did a shot, and had some good clean fun.


Woke up early, again. I don't understand why I only let myself sleep 4 hours on the weekend. Ran home real quick to shower, then picked up Anthony and went to the Stony Brook football game against Wagner. It was a gorgeous day, had to be around 70 degrees. I can't believe it's November. It was a good game, I suppose. More like a good game between two bad teams. Does that make any sense? In any case, Stony Brook won, so that was nice. We got back and mutually agreed that we needed a nap. It was a nice nap. We woke up and played name that tune. Anthony was playing his electric guitar, acoustically, and I had to guess the song. It was fun. Then we ordered pizza, a white pie with broccoli. So yummy. I ran home real quick, picked up some 40's on my way back, and we had a nice bonfire in his yard. We played the movie game. It's tough being the only girl in the movie game. I was careful not to name any chick flicks, but they didn't take it easy on me at all. I've never seen most of the movies they named. I have to brush up on that. All in all it was a nice day that turned into a nice night.


Slept a little later than usual. Went home, showered, and put my Jet's jersey on. I picked up some bagels and headed to Jen's house for some breakfast/girl talk/knitting/football. Yes, we did all of these. I was home for dinner at 4 with the grandma's and Melissa and Guy. It was nice. In between I proceeded to make a fool out of myself, yet again, but eh, c'est la vie, right? After dinner I decided I needed a change, so I went and got hair dye and poof, made my hair black. I haven't had black hair in at least 3 years. Then, I was off to Kito's house in E. Setauket. What a hike. It was for a going away get together for Megan who is moving to Wyoming on Tuesday. Megan is the sweetest gal, and I wish her all the best, I just wish that I got to see more of her when she was here. Aside from Kiesha, she's probably the best girl friend I made during my years at Stony Brook, and I cherish that friendship to no end. She's been there for me through a lot, and I owe her a million thank you's for her patience. At least now I have a really good reason to go to Wyoming. I also got to catch up with the crew, Scotty, Kiesha, Kate, Pedro, Kevin, Chris Cooke, and Ana. It was so nice to see everyone. I've said this before and I'll say it again and again, I love my friends. They're truly some of the best people in the universe. I was home by 12:15, and I uploaded all of my pics to Flickr. Take a look.

All in all, it was a good weekend. This week should be interesting. I have to get more blood work done so they can figure out what is going on with my throat, seeing as the strep tests keep coming back negative. Nope, not mono either. Personally, I think it's glandular, but my thyroid and everything tested out fine too. We'll see. I also have what should be my last tattoo appointment this Friday night. I'm terrified. We've saved the worst for last, my sides directly on my rib cage. owie. Why a Friday night, you ask? Well, because it's kind of hard to wear a bra over an open wound, and I hate going to work looking like more of a scrub than I already do. I figured I'd give it the weekend to scab up a little bit. We'll see how that works out. Oh, of course there'll be knitting on Thursday, where I'll work on the scarf I'm knitting for my sister that's already been frogged once. I just worked on it at lunch and I'm thinking that I might start over, yet again. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that the Tuesday movie night tradition isn't broken. I really just want to cuddle with Anthony. I don't care if he makes me watch Zoolander, or even Contact for that matter. ;) Early tomorrow night I'm going to a candle party that my cousin is hosting. I'm dragging Jen along with me. I really can't stand those parties, but I thought it might be a good way to get a jump on my Christmas shopping. We'll see.

I want to go away for the weekend. Any weekend, as long as it's soon. I want to stay out in Montauk, just for one night. Just to get away. Anyone want to join me?



42 Hours of Buckminster Fuller.

Clearly, the best find of the week.


Jen. Look what you did.
You're an enabler.

The weekend rundown.

Here we go again:



  • wake-up with a smile (and hopefully, not a hang-over)
  • breakfast
  • 1:00 Stony Brook football game vs. Wagner with a really cute guy.
  • shenanegans
  • beer
  • bonfire at Camilli's?



I've been tagged by Rebecca, here we go...

What is your favorite yarn to knit with?
Blue Sky Alpacas, Sport Weight way too expensive though. I'm really not too picky.

Your favorite needles?
Bamboo. Period.

The Worst thing you've ever knit?
Halter top. It was way too bulky for summer.

Your most favorite knit pattern? (maybe you don't like wearing it, but it was the most fun to knit)
It's most definitely the k1, p1 ribbed leg warmers I have on my needles right now from Last Minute Knitted Gifts. Goes so quick on circular needles!!

Most valuable knitting technique?
I desperately need to be taught how to make things look pretty when they're finished.

Best book or magazine?
I really love Last Minute Knitted Gifts, but I have my eye on a few other must haves...

Your favorite knitblogs?
Holy moly. I love all my Stitch 'n' Bitch girls' sites (links on my sidebar). I also love Grumperina (she's super funny and photos!photos!photos!) and Yarn Harlot (also for the humor).

Your favorite knit-along?
Can you believe I've never done one of these?

Your favorite knit wear desinger?
I like what I like. I usually don't keep track of names. I'm more of a visual person.

The item you wear/use the most?
The scarf I knit for my Mom for her birthday this year. It's sooooo soft!!

Who the hell am I gonna tag? Everyone has had this...

Wait, Jen, did you do it? If not, you're it.
You too, Charisse.
Can't think of anyone else.




Every night before I go to sleep I read the "missed connections" section on Craigslist. Why? Because I'm a hopeless romantic, that's why. I enjoy torturing myself. Obviously. Wasting time in cyperspace, waiting...

I just decided.

Sam Cooke helped the idea along...

A change is gonna come.

I bet you didn't know this.

Astronauts and Kidneys.

But, how?

We've got some serious connection, Chris and I.

This morning, on my drive to work, I was thinking about my friend Chris and how I haven't seen him in way too long. I was trying to think of the ultimate surprise I could get/do for him (seeing as I'm a terrible friend and missed his birthday, well, only by an hour or so, and I was in Colorado where it was technically still his birthday...good excuse Suzanne...). I have a few things in mind, so I spent the car ride trying to perfect those thoughts in my head. Anywho. I get to work, sit at my desk, open up my gmail...and there, the first email on my list is from Chris. We hardly ever email. Ever! Very strange. Stuff like this is always happening with us. I bet you if you name a band, and ask us what our favorite song by them is, it would be the same song...without ever discussing it. It's happened that way so many times in the past. I wonder how his Barcelona fund is coming along. I have to have at least $70 bucks in mine, and seeing as that's all change and I started the fund in February, I think I'm doing pretty well. He's definitely beating me though. He always gets those Sacagawea(sp?) dollars from the subway. We're due for a session. I can't wait.