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{ 05.06.05 , 06:57 P, EDT }
I put in my new contacts. My eyes! I was so used to constant pain and irritation from wearing four-year-old contacts! These are perfect. I am cured. I am a new person. I am reborn! Stay-At-Home Yoko is ready to be re-birthed into the world! New contacts, I will never lick you and stick you back in my eye! I will clean you properly! The world is crystal clear!
I don't feel like I've been inside for five days. I feel good.
It's time to go, go, go. It's time to go to the rock 'n' roll show.
Over and out,
Stay-At-Home-Yoko
ps. Although this portion of the site will no longer be updated, you can check back, and are still welcome to send theme songs and/or logos, as well as claim any unclaimed free stuff. Also, check back for videos in the amusement section. And if you are aching for the whereabouts of Formerly Stay-At-Home Yoko, visit Yerka Manor.
{ 05.06.05 , 04:38 P, EDT }
I admit my laziness as far as today, the fifth day, is concerned.
We have a new couch, in the living room, on the first floor. It looks good.
Oh! I leave in two hours to go to Dan's thing. It will be awesome. Pete's Candy Store! Tonight starting at 8!
{ 05.06.05 , 01:29 A, EDT }
The logo contest section is now called logos & themesongs.
{ 05.05.05 , 07:36 P, EDT }
I did my mail club, and went downstairs to wash some cups when I saw it. A package for me? Could it be? An unmarked Mail Club present sent via UPS? I opened it and it remained mysterious, a little baggie containing a piece of paper with printed words wrapped around an object. A booket of instructions prescribed by a doctor? Could Mail Club be encompassing those in the medical field?
My new contact lenses have arrived safe and sound.
{ 05.05.05 , 06:00 P, EDT }
Oh! This makes me happy. I put on a mix tape that Jessica Faust made for me just about two years ago. The first song is one from the Of Montreal album I was listening to on repeat a couple days ago. The one about Jennifer Louise. It is good. And you know what? This whole mix tape is awesome.
I don't even mind that 5:55 on 5/5/05 was five minutes ago.
Happy birthday Jess Fairbanks!
Time to do mail club.
(p.s. 6:21 pm: Not only the Of Montreal, but also on this tape is the same Sleater-Kinney song that Casey put on the stay-at-home-mix-cd. This song must remind people of me.)
{ 05.05.05 , 04:07 P, EDT }
Frustrated Incorporated. That's what I am. Every time I type a sentence, it appears five seconds later. That's how slow it is. Maybe I ought to restart.
Okay, I restarted. It's better. I'm still frustrated though. Here's an obnoxious, bulleted list of reasons why:
- I wanted to put my 36/36 movies online, per Dibs' request (it was a project I did senior year). All I have is a giant quicktime. The Final Cut files open without timelines (what?), lack transitions and text, and are generally not worth it. So I tried importing the quicktime into iMovie. But it's too big! It says to cut it up with QuickTime Pro! And that costs $30. I know, I could probably find it online. But why didn't I ever export it to DV? It would have made my life so much easier.
- I swear I sent 20 emails the other day from the Dream Bitches account and not a single person has replied. All I am getting is email from lists I did not sign up for, like Jerry Cherry and Jess Delfino (but I do like her).
- Over the past year and a half, I told all my friends I would be doing free updates for their websites. Now, that's a pretty easy thing. I like doing it for them, I think it's a nice favor, etc. It isn't a hard thing to do when it's spaced out nicely. But I've let it build up. Clearly, I'm going to put paying jobs first, priority-wise. To accomplish all the free designs/updates I've got on my to-do list (and requested in my email inbox) would take me at least ten hours. It's nobody's fault but mine. I really wanted to use this at-home time to work on my own website projects, but it doesn't look like that's in the cards. It doesn't look like the updates are in the cards either. The only thing that's in the cards is me procrastinating some more and writing about it, rendering this journal unreadable by anyone who wants to hear about pleasant happenings.
- I spent a good half hour on hold with FedEx and Orbitz. My plane tickets have been 'returned to sender'. They are in Memphis. I am to call tomorrow, when hopefully they will have reached the Orbitz headquarters in Mankato, MN. The nice lady I got patched through three other people to talk to has no direct extension. I am to go through the annoying automated menu (where you choose the options by speaking, not pressing buttons, and when it doesn't understand, it says "i..i..i'm sorry" with a polite flutter of the voice, like a real asshole), then get patched through the three real people again, until by some miracle I land in the right department.
- Aren't you glad this is the last full day of this? Have you ever heard me complain this much? I doubt it. It would cheer me up if you would write me a theme song.
{ 05.05.05 , 12:31 P, EDT }
Ha hahaha. Jordan wrote me a theme song. Here it is: Stay At Home Yoko
Kelly from the Besties woke me up and asked if we'd play at show at Cakeshop... next Friday, when we'll be out of town. Dammit! All the good things I've been hearing about that place. It's funny, whenever I get a mystery 212 number dragging me from sleep I almost always answer it. I was happy that it was Kelly, not some doctor's office or wrong number.
Today is the last full day of this business. What am I gonna get done? Hopefully some good stuff. Oh, and the couch that Ann and Sabrina bought is coming, too. Yeah! But whatever happened to my Fedex package? I need my plane tickets!
{ 05.05.05 , 02:57 AM, EDT }
Five Five Five! Oh my god, what's going to happen at Six Six
Six?!
But, Five Five Five is so cool. I absolutely have to be awake at Five Fifty
Five. But if I miss it, there's always Five Fifty Five Pee Em.
I'm typing up some lyrics and listening to my entire Secret Salamander discography, out of order. Man, how did I get all these cds? Thanks Dashan! I have five of them. I wonder how many I am missing.
It's a little late for this, as Stay-At-Home Yoko is drawing to a close, but I'm putting out a call for theme songs. Send me an mp3 and it will be posted. Forever! You will be immortalized here! Guidelines: Chorus must include the line "Stay At Home Yoko".
God! What's wrong with you! People are not going to waste their valuable time writing some self-important slacker a theme song! Or, will they?
?
{ 05.05.05 , 12:45 AM, EDT }
I am going to buy more memory for this computer. Why you gotta be so slow? I hate it. And I still don't know why the Internet is slower with the new system.
I spent the evening measuring the house dimensions and photographing the rooms. And taking a break to look through Jared's comic library. That was fun! I miss drawing! What have I been doing?
{ 05.04.05 , 06:46 PM, EDT }
Ann and I got Chinese food. Who knew there was such a thing as Sesame Shrimp? It was delicious. We discussed whether or not there are any foods we have differing opinions about. We also talked about band stuff.
I think we throroughly depressed ourselves earlier by watching the footage from our cd release performance. It was awful. The band sounded great, and my voice sounded like shit. Everyone was nice to not tell me how bad I was. I wish I hadn't used that amp, it distorted everything I heard, and I ended up singing a half- to a whole-note flat the entire time. And I knew it during the show, too, but couldn't fix it! We ought to have soundchecked a little better. Sigh. I'm dwelling on this a little bit.
The cats are looking at me, accusatory. "What? Stay-At-Home-Yoko? We do this all the time, you pussy."
{ 05.04.05 , 02:58 PM, EDT }
Oh, shit. I should have known what I was in for when I left wide open the call for logos. So, there it is! Hey, work-study! Guess who just got a $400 check in the mail for thirteen hours of web design?
I appreciate it, though. When am I gonna get to see the artwork from the third floor?
{ 05.04.05 , 02:18 PM, EDT }
Blast from the past! My kindergarten friend, Carishma, just asked me to be her friend on Friendster. We drifted apart around first grade.
Speaking of blasts f.t.p., Jared pointed out that someone from mine or Ann's past has showed up at our last, like, three shows. At Sodafine it was Rebecca Keith (who also went to PS3 with me, and knew Danny Shopsin!), at the Mud Ball it was Zach Stern and Danny Sanchez, at the Pussycat Lounge it was Alex's mom. Yep, we like it that way.
This is weird: Ann's dream, if you read it, involved two boys with tan skin and short, dark hair (one of whom had to pee in the sink). Shortly after writing this, Sabrina's two models for her shoot today showed up, closely fitting the description of the boys in Ann's dream. The men of her dreams.
{ 05.04.05 , 11:47 AM, EDT }
Gooood morning. I am back up on a semi-regular schedule. Thanks to Presidente and Jack Daniels. No, I only had part of a beer and like two shots of whiskey. I was not wasted (although the quicktime in the new amusement section might have you thinking otherwise).
Miss Anneth and I woke up and wrote down our dreams. We think that the guy jumping across the roofs in my dream is the same thing that caused the unknown streak of treetop fire in hers.
Today is Photo Shoot Day. Sabrina pried open the door to the backyard and her sister's friends from Jersey are coming in to get shot. I am to observe from the safety of the basement kitchen. The only kind of kitchen we have.
Ever since Tiger was installed, the internet has been so damn slow.
{ 05.04.05 , 12:02 AM, EDT }
Well! He's not technically my visitor, but Sabrina, Ann & Jared's friend Vega is here staying in the guest room. I was just getting done completing two of my to-do tasks (dubbing CD release and altering T-shirt) when I ran into he and Sabrina in the hallway. We've been hanging in my room (which, I might say, is the best hangout). We drank a half pint of whiskey, and tested out the ancient record player from Ann's mom that I've been using as a nightstand for the past 11 months. It doesn't work as a record player (bad, obsolete needle, probably will never find a replacement), but it does work as an amp, and will probably work as a crappy PA as well. I can't wait! I need a mic stand. Does anybody have a mic stand I can have?
Vega and Sabrina went to get beers at the store. Yep, so much for solitude. Good-bye, Solitude! Hello, beers!
Sabrina,
Vega, and my unsightly stomach, in my room
{ 05.03.05 , 05:41 PM, EDT }
It's Kelly Rakowski's birthday. Yesterday was Desiree's birthday, and the day before was Samantha's. And Naomi's. Birthdays are not useless information, unless you haven't seen the person in years. No, still useful.
I'm sitting at my little schoolchair-desk with a faux-Biore strip on my nose. I forgot to show you, every time I've been making updates/sending emails/ working on sites, it's been from this chair-desk I found on the street. Yes, I cleaned it. And one day I'm going to paint it turquoise. [view]
{ 05.03.05 , 02:19 PM, EDT }
Woke up a couple hours ago, wrote down dream, took a shower, cleaned room a little more. I swept, vacuumed up the dirt piles and mopped. And then swept a little again, because everyone knows that mopping loosens up dirt which was embedded in or stuck to the floor.
This was while repeatedly listening to Of Montreal's "Aldhil's Arboretum". Maybe that gives you a better idea.
Dibs called and complained that this was not getting updated. I apologize. Constant updates and compulsive checking of the communication board interferes with my productivity, sometimes.
Hey, do you like the new Josh logo? And, is anyone else gonna send me one?
{ 05.02.05 , 10:23 PM, EDT }
I've been spending so much time around this site that I haven't done many things on my to-do-list, but it will happen. Besides, I'm not aiming to complete everything on that list, just a fair amount.
Ann and Jared made salad for dinner and I ate it with them. They also picked up some more broccoli and eggplant for me to cook another time. Then we watched the Ramones documentary, but I quit watching 2/3 of the way through.
{ 05.02.05 , 06:33 PM, EDT }
Dan called and said he missed my stop and he was on the express so he ended up in the middle of the Bronx, and then he decided to just go downtown, and not visit me.
I'm a little bit bummed about this. I haven't seen anyone all day. It seems like a little bit more of a big deal to actually have a visitor while I'm doing this project. So, I think I'm putting a stop on spur-of-the-moment visitors - please schedule in advance. Thanks!
{ 05.02.05 , 05:25 PM, EDT }
Dan called and says he has to be at Rockwood Music Hall at 7,
but he's going to come over for a minute and visit. Hmm! What are we going
to do? I'll post the results in the new visitors
section.
I was doing the dishes when he called, and he wondered how that was possible,
because he thought I was staying in my room. Dan, I'm not insane.
Also, however would I poop?
I made broccoli and eggplant for lunch [view], while listening to part of the special S.A.H.Yoko mix cd that Casey mailed to me. It is a good one.
{ 05.02.05 , 02:42 PM, EDT }
Good morning, Monday afternoon.
I got up around two, after waking up many times and falling back asleep (see dreams). When I woke up earlier, around eleven, the sky was blue. Now it's a lovely white. I saw fit to get out of bed.
I can't believe how many people have said hello already! It's so nice! And, thanks to Casey for sending me the new logo. I'm putting out an open call for logos. I'd like to switch it up a bit.
Parameters: Logo must be square-ish, or else more vertical than
horizontal.
Please email your logos to stayathomeyoko@abstractextract.com.
{ 05.02.05 , 01:50 AM, EDT }
Hello, and welcome to Stay-At-Home Yoko.
I made this website in the past two hours, so give me some slack, it will look better and better here as the days go by.
Please use the communication board to talk to me. I won't be checking my email often. So, use it. I'll talk to you on it too.
If you would like to schedule a visit with me during this week, use the same method of reaching me. You can mark your post 'private' if you're going to say anything dirty.
