Peggy Sue

been gone for a minute

Sun, 18 May 2003 20:20:32 GMT

"I've been gone for a minute now I'm back with the jump off." soory I haven't been around much people. I got home from school on Tuesday and, as usual, I had a hard time getting my computer hooked up to the internet.
I've moved back into my old room with all it's fond memories and brand new hard wood floors. I'm back to working at St. Anthony's for the summer so stop in an see me. What happened to all the things to do on Long Island by the way? I'm bored out of my mind. Anyone wanna play? or do a play already?

Wed, 07 May 2003 13:35:02 GMT

OK so the freakin jerks on this campus didn't give me a single. Only 5 were available, 2 girls and 3 boys. The girl who got the single had 74 credits and I had 73.5 and didn't get it. Meanwhile, I'm a year behind her and had a better grade point average. What the shit?! But that's ok cause I'm living in an apartment next year with 2 other girls and it's gonna be sooooo cute. ANyone remember Jen Brettler from 9th and 10th grade. Yeah, I'm living with her next year. Haha. She so nice now.

Opera scenes were last night. I was so good. You guys didn't come so boo to you. The accompanist played the tempo mad slow but it was ok cause I just dealt with it. I couldn't breath but that's ok. The main response was that I totally played a crazy person like I really was crazy and that my Pamina, the character I was, was very intresting and my teachers would love to see me do the whole role some day. YAY!

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Updates

Tue, 29 Apr 2003 02:30:02 GMT

Men should only know the feeling of having a bloody vagina.

My sister's getting married soon. She moves out on Thursday and I get my room back. Now, the strangers my parents use as indulgences will have to stay in my dad's brand new office.

Hahaha Monica Lewinsky on Mr. Personality.

Candles are sexy and fun. They also take care of the smelly roommate problem.

I'm living in a SINGLE next year!

Dreaming about stripping

Tue, 08 Apr 2003 18:59:32 GMT

Let's talk about my dream last night. I was in a club which I soon realized was the "Gentleman's Quarters" in Baldwin. For the innocents among us this is a strip club. But, it's stupid because the girls just parade around in bathing suits and don't show anything unless you pay like a lot of money to go in the VIP room with them. Anyway, so I'm there and I'm the only girl. I'm sitting with Matt Simon, Matt Taub, Jesse Laskey, Danny Potash and Ryan McKena. These are people I would definitely not talk to on a daily basis while in HS and certainly would not be in contact now, well, except for the drunken run in with one of these boys and another random time when one was my waiter at the "Ocean Star Diner." So I'm pulled in the back by some strippers and I don't want to go cause I think they're gonna trip to do me with a plastic penis or something. I'm struggling. When I get back there the strip me down and tell me it's my turn to go on. I'm all like HUH? So I sit and wait for my turn next to this girl Katie that I go to school with now. We're both in like those shorts underwear things and bras. My boobs look HUGE. I confess that I can't do it. I can't go on because I'm sure someone will recognize me. At that point the mother ho or whatever she's called comes in. She tells me that I'll be ok and hands me a magazine of that thongs I need to order so that I can do group shows and match the other girls. They cost a total of $97. It's written in big red letters in the upper left hand corner. There is a pink thong with black lace over it. It has a matching bra but it's sold out. I'm saddened by this. Katie tells me that she isn't paying for the thongs cause it's too much. I agree. She goes on stage. I watch her and try to remember what she does. She comes off and tells me that was her first time, too. I'm scared. I run out of the room which has black painted walls and a neon/blacklight poster of the kama sutra like in "The Ladies Man." I'm running down the block. I realize I'm in my stripper outfit and a silk, pink robe but I don't care. I hop in a cab from Dawson's Taxi. It takes me to my dorm room but my dorm's in Oceanside and the cab can drive down the hallway and up to my door. Weird.

Mon, 07 Apr 2003 17:44:03 GMT

Yo, not even Bryan Fryzel reads my LJ anymore. I'm disappointed.

Today is a snow day for my school. It is April 7th. Something is very wrong with this.

Culture Shock is this weekend. It's a 3 day concert of bands from the school and the surrounding area. It ends off with a performance by someone famous. In the past it's been Destiny's Child and Bizmarkie. This year it's Kool Keith. There's only one problem. Only like 6 people know who he is. The most exciting part is that for 3 days straight I will not be sober and neither will anyone else on this campus. I don't really drink anymore so give me 5 drinks and I'll be trippin all over the place. That's good though cause I have $1.83 in my checking account.

I auditioned for that shyt in NYC for this summer and I don't think I made it. They seemed to be looking for more of a show girl then I was. I felt like saying, "But I'm a ho!" They'll call soon to reject me.

Who's doing shows this summer and where? I wanna do something. Let me know.

Wed, 26 Mar 2003 03:53:08 GMT

Why is it that Arthur Rollin has yet to read my Live Journal?!

I've missed you all

Tue, 25 Mar 2003 20:31:36 GMT

You know what's funny. When I'm at school I'm usually really busy and have little free time, but I still always find the time to update my live journal. However, when I go home and sit on my arse for an entire week, I can't spare a moment of quality couch potato time to get on the computer.

On the closing of the clog shop: it's no longer the last stop for clogs before the beach.

Spring break should be 2 weeks long, not 1.

Jeanette's mom is still skinny. I'm sure she weighs less then me.

Karen's getting married and I'm one of 8 bridesmaids. Shyt! Dan, start taking those lessons. jk

I don't want to play this up too much, but I've been asked to audition at the Center for Contemporary Opera in NYC this weekend for their summer production. They called today. The audition is Saturday, so, I'll need all your prayers. The funny part is that they asked me to audition because they need people to play Las Vegas Showgirls, but they must also sing well. I'll double as a stripper and a flight attendant. Are they type casting here? I mean, why'd they think of me? It must have something to do with being a Grisette.

Is anyone going to the musical Friday night? Let me know.

ah memories

Thu, 13 Mar 2003 05:26:14 GMT

In early 1990's a hit song was created in order to inspire women of all ages to accept their big beautiful bodies. It featured well rounded women dancing permiscuously on large mounds. My mother later became obsessed with this song and now sings it all the time. Name that tune.

howdy

Mon, 10 Mar 2003 04:26:40 GMT

So it turns out "the kid" (who's real name is Adam but who has affectionatly adopted this name in our family) has developed a huge crush on my sister. They are like best friends. They went to the city and the mall together. They have "dates." "The kid" leaves tonight at 11:30pm from JFK. Can you see the heart break in my speech pattern? I mean he's a fun kid and all but get out of MY room already. My parents even started referring to it as Adam's room. We all went bowling last night. The kid bowled a 20. enough said.

I have a performance tomorrow afternoon. I'm singing a Brahms piece call Wie Melodien Zieht es mir. It's going to be incredible.

Granola is my new chocolate. I have discovered the honey- coated joy that is granola. I eat it all the time. In a bar, on some oat meal or with some milk. It's much healthier and I can't be fat when the wedding comes along or else my sister is going to force a hideous shawl upon me.

For all of you who are on spring break, you suck. But next week, when I'm on spring break, you'll wish you were me in Jamaica. And when I say Jamaica I mean Jamaica, Queens, where Natascha lives.

And by the way, I've still got it.....

blahhh

Tue, 04 Mar 2003 03:03:05 GMT

I hate being sick. I don't know what it is, but every time I turn around this semester I'm getting a soar throat or barfing or worse (from the other end). This may sound a little graphic but I feel the need to get it off my chest.

So it turns out this kid who staying at my house, in my bed, is not from my parents church at all. Apparently, my father's company has a post in England and this kid's dad sent out a mass e-mail seeing if anyone could host his child for over a week. My parents, of course, said yes. He is 6'3" and his waist is about the size of one of my thighs. No, wait, it's definately smaller. Why are the English so thin? Anyway, he's bonded with my sister so there must be something wrong with him. They spent the day in the city yesterday.

Speaking of Aimee, she's getting married in 3 and 1/2 months. My mother has taken on the task of making the dressed for the entire bridal party (4 girls). The fabric is not even in yet. The funny thing is that they have to be generally outlined by March 22nd because that's when the shower is and that's the only time the other girls will be here since they live in Indiana and Ohio. I also have not even gotten her a gift yet. I have no idea what I can get her for $41.86. This is the amount of money in my savings account right now. I know, I'll get my mom to pay for it. hehe

In related news, my mother is trying to get me to marry Thomas' best friend Chris. He's 6'6" and fat. I'm like half his size. My mother also neglects to consider the fact that I have an amazing boyfriend. He's not even invited to the wedding.

This weekend I went home. I went out to Bogart's. First of all, there was a $15 cover charge if you were under 21 so my Rob wound up paying $30! Then I was squeezing through everyone and some girl didn't hear me say excuse me and she proceeded to call me a bitch and tell me that saying excuse me really does work. I whipped around to shoot her a dirty look and staring me right in the face was Diane Sanchez with a short, bowl hair cut like I had when I was 4-7 years old. What a biatch. I had to hold Rob back from saying something to her. She felt like an ass.

Wow this is getting long. Sorry guys. 1 more story.

On Friday I received a check from St. Anthony's for the month of January. It is already March. The check is unsigned. This is not the first time. So I go down to the church to get the check signed and as I'm waiting at 4:38pm, I see the cantor for the church. She procedes to ask me if I want to sing the 5pm mass and lectures me to call them when I come home. I told her I come home every weekend and that if they need me to work, they can't ask me 22 minutes before the mass starts and the only reason that this woman can't do the mass is that she dosen't feel like it. But then as I left the building I thought, maybe I should have taken the job. $35 for one mass is good pocket change. But it was too late.

finally

Thu, 27 Feb 2003 04:40:00 GMT

Yes, I've fallen behind on my live journal duties, but this can only be attributed to the fact that I've been horifically sick.

So this weekend Jeanette went home. What a coinscidence. This is the first weekend I was not home this whole semester.

There is this English kid who's staying at my house because he somehow associated with my mom's church and she's holy and giving or something. Well, this kid is staying in my room. My mom tells me that I'm not allowed to come home for the next 2 weeks. That just dosen't seem right to me. I hope he's not smelly like Smelly McStinky. What's with my parents giving rooms in our house away to any homeless person from there church anyway? and what's with them giving him my room for 2 freakin weeks?

So there's this girl I really hate in the Opera Department here. Today we were eating lunch and she happen to be there. She does not know that I hate her. We were talking about burping and farting, of course, and I was saying how my boyfriend thinks it's unlady-like to release gases from my body in front of him. This girl Katie, who I freakin love, agrees with me that the whole thing is rediculous and procedes to belch extremely loud in the Hub. But no, this other freakin girl claims that none of her farts have ever made a sound and she's never felt like she had to fart so bad. I said but it feels so good to just let one rip sometimes. She said that she didn't know what that felt like because her farts are nothing but air. So I said, "Wow, you must have a really loose ass hole." She was not offended. Biatch.

Mike Bux will he attending Purchase College Conservatory of Acting next year if everything goes well in his audition this weekend. Everyone pray or do a ritualistic sacrafice of a virgin (good luck finding one) that it goes well so we can go to school together next year.

It's is now 11:27pm. I have a huge Music History test at 9am which I've yet to study for. Maybe I should get crackin on that.

Dan, this live journal entry was written to preserve your life.

Sickness and Love

Wed, 19 Feb 2003 04:16:33 GMT

I do not believe that Jeanette nor Dan is more evil. They are both the spawn of Satan.

I have tonsilitis, an ear infection in my right ear and severe clogging in my left ear. I am sick. It bites. Sunday morning I sang 4 masses. By the time I was done, I sounded deaf, like Mrs. Duffy thought Arianna Keller was at the Thespian Revue. Now, I'm on vocal rest for a week at least, but my suitemates are happy. Actually, this is good because it means I can't do any work for the next week that involves singing- that's everything!

On Valentine's Day, my lovely Rob bought me tickets to see Aida. We left Long Island at 6:30pm. We did not arrive until 9:30pm and could not find a parking spot until 10pm. Needless to say, we were both a little grumpy. But, we continued on with the night and went for a carriage ride around Central Park. It was incredible. I would post the rest of the night, but it's incriminating. We had dinner and Rob bought me roses before the tragic Aida episode.
The only reason I even decided to post this is that I'm freakin lazy and everyone wants to know and I'm sick of typing out the whole damn story.

My school is stupid, as I'm sure you all already know. I will now prove its stupidity. Last week, I had off Tuesday for "community day." This was really a cop-out because they didn't want to give us another Monday off. Well, because of the snow, we had Monday and Tuesday off of this week and Tuesday of last week. See, this is my proof that God loves me.

So, Alison Lamirata and her boyfriend broke up; this is the boyfriend that our friendship broke up over. She blamed me for never calling when she was the one who ditched me for her man. I didn't care, moved on, even took the blame for the whole thing 2 times just to repair the friendship. Then, I had too much with the bull shyt and told her off. So, "pumpkin" and I are no longer friends and have not been since the summer. She saw my brother last night(whom she stopped calling along with all her other friends after she started dating Victor) and told him the story. More details have yet to be said. The point of me telling you this- never give up friendships for a man cause it'll slap you in the face. And besides, who would give up being friend with me for some guy anyway?!

Here's an ironic note: Bryan was the only person to comment on my last journal entry.

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Fri, 14 Feb 2003 05:21:35 GMT

Deeeeeaaaaaar OHS People...

I haven't seen anyone
In over a year,
But let's get together
And drink some beer.
(on spring break)

Looooooovvveee,
PeggySue

I Love OHS

Thu, 13 Feb 2003 23:51:52 GMT

Ok, I actually don't love OHS, but you people are so freakin cool. I don't talk to Bryan Fryzel in, what, 5 years except 2 awkward moments at Crista's house and now he's commenting on my Live Journal. It's as if we never said goodbye, Bryan. Where's Crista anyway? She doesn't read my journal.

I saw Danny Potash on one of the breaks last year when I was in the car with Lisa Padula (there's a stranger, too). He didn't even say hello. He was probably counting his crack lines or something. Dave Cosio was driving the car. Haha he went out with Jenny Principe while Bryan and I, and Christine and Danny were together. Then, after Bryan and I broke up, I made out with Dave on the practice football field at OHS. He didn't know what to do cause he'd never encountered a sports bra before. What a freakin hoe! So, Bryan, I think you need to go fight Dave Cosio for me. Especially since we're best friends now. Funny story about Danny. One time he was making out with Christine on Christine's bed and he felt her vagina and had his first experience with pre-ejaculation. I'm sure there were many more to come (hehe cum).

Oh, and I totally wanna be on a CD with you, Bry. Opera on a HipHop track is going to be the next huge thing....dawg. We cool like dat, yo.

I remember a certain person who got engaged at 16 years old as well, at the prom when she was a junior and he was a senior. But then she realized that Chris was turning into a dirt bag and they broke up cause he "need space" after 2 and 1/2 years. Oh, wait. That sounds like me. If only my mom wouldn't have made me dump Bryan Fryzel when i was 14, this never would have happened.

Kim Cooley responded to my last journal entry.... Just thought I'd let you contemplate that for a minute. So, I didn't choose Catholic school for the record. It choose me. Actually, the truth is, that Jeanette was gonna go to St. Chris and our moms wanted us to be best friends and we always had to do what the other was doing. So, since Jeanette went, I, of course, had to go. Miss Lois School of Dance Forever! She's dead by the way.

Arthur- read my journal, yo.

Thu, 13 Feb 2003 02:43:11 GMT

Yeah! The two people I voted for last night made it into the next round of American Idol. I love fat people.

Recent news:

Too much sex in one day can be detrimental to the health of your vagina. Especially car sex. Beware. Especially you Dan.

I have decided not to audition for "What a Lovely Night." My real reason is that I've been sick because I snore too much and I actually feel a little bit uncomfortable with the idea of singing something that's not opera in front of people. I will give the excuse that world is not ready for me yet.

Today I sat at a table for lunch in the Hub and discussed everyone I hated in the opera department with Natascha and some of the voice majors that I actually like. I'm sure word will get around. I feel like I'm in high school all over again.

It's weird. I used to date Bryan Fryzel. Then, he was at Crista's. Now, I'm writing about it in Jeanette's Live Journal. We're both musicians now- a little awkward. Haha. One time Christine Sausa's sister caught Bryan and I making out in Christine's bed and labeled me as a bad influence, along with telling Christine's mom. I was band from hanging out there anymore. Look where I am today. It ruined my life and made Christine such a better person.

Karen Newcombe is getting married. You guys have known for almost 2 months, yet, I just found out. What kind of friends are you? Next time I find out Karen's getting married, I'm not telling you.... oh wait.... anyway. I've agreed to sing with Dan or whatever. "Karen, that's all I ask of you." It will be an encore presentation, 4 years later. This will be followed by a remix of "Bed of Nails," with a guest performance by Jeanette Duffy. I also hope to perform "Hair" and "Go Down On Bonnie Jean." Oh, we're so young.

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I am a loser

Tue, 11 Feb 2003 19:03:06 GMT

Because of the small amount of responses received on my last entry, it has been said that I might be a loser. Well, the truth is only Jeanette and Dan know about the LJ besides, possibly, Arthur Rollin. However, I am still a loser. We knew that way before I ventured into the rehlm of Live Journals.

Lastest news:
Last night I had to have snored louder then I ever have before. Normally I would not care about this, nor what my roommate had to say, but my feckin throat is killing me. So now I'm shooting this shit up my nose. No, not real shit, flonase. It's so freaking dry up there I can't even pick my nose. Let alone, have a nice snack. jk.

On a good note, my school is retarted and I have no school today. This is because all the classes on Monday always suffer so they didn't want to give us off for Presidents Day. What I don't understand is why they didn't give us off next Tuesday. Oh yeah, it's Purchase: the school were morons are in charge.

There's this variety show on the subject of love next weekend and I wanna do it. I was thinking My Funny Valentine. Any suggestions?

I hope Arthur reads this. I love him. He "prays the rosary" with old women. There's gotta be something illegal about that.

I have a Live Journal now!

Mon, 10 Feb 2003 05:50:20 GMT

According to the latest trends, it has come to my attention that it is cool to have an online journal. So, here I am, jumping off the Brooklyn Bridge.

I have also recently re-discovered a sense of humor which left me while I worked intensely last semester. Thanks to the journal of my friend of 20 years, Jeanette Duffy, I am now "funny." So, Jeanette, this one's for you.

In recent news, today I began bleaching my teeth. I want them to be really white, like when Ross bleached his on Friends. If that means that my gums bleed, then I'll deal with it. Upon the first application, they're looking whiter. Now all I need is a black light in my room so I can really glow.

I have also been taking belly dancing. The first 3 classes were awesome. But I've been noticing something. Everyone who was in the class, with the exception of 3 of us, has dropped. It went from a fat white girl class to a class full of tightly tuned tummies. Damn those hoes! Damn them to hell! Who do they think they are, coming into my fat girl class and showing off their 6 packs.Well, I'll just show them my keg. The teacher saw my bashful cheeks as I did the shimmy last class. She smiled and later pulled me to the side after class and told me how belly dancers are supposed to have some fat to shake. That damn biatch called me fat. Grrrrrr! When will the day come when a fat girl can shake her gut and not feel embarrassed. There's way too much jello in my shimmy to continue in this manner. But they can't make me leave. I'll never stop shakin my groove thang. I'll give that class a freakin earthquake. BRING BACK THE FAT PEOPLE! I want to see pale flubber giggle.

To all my fat brothers and sisters, I feel your pain. We are the majority, however, and we WILL take over the world.

This Live Journal has just been Christened. Kind of like when we Christened Rob's car....... I've penetrated your minds. You've probed my brain.......Oh yeah........ that's good.......