The Falafel Trio is graduating from Geneseo in less than 2 days. Reality is painful. I have one more semester of classes and student teaching, but I will not be living on campus. It will also be the first time ever that I will not be sharing living space with Mo. I've never been here with out her. And I cry. Deb has been a part of my life here since the 2nd week of classes freshman year, and now we will be on opposite sides of the state, and who knows where from there. i just can't handle it. The world is small, and between blogs, facebook, email, and cell phones, there should never be too much space between any of us, but I also know that life gets busy. The end of undergrad will open so many doors for each of us, it's wonderful, exciting, and what we have been waiting for for 4 years. Now that it is here, I want to rewind, start over, do it all again... I couldn't have asked for a better 4 years, with better friends. I just wish there was more time...

The Falafel Trio is graduating from Geneseo in less than 2 days. Reality is painful. I have one more semester of classes and student teaching, but I will not be living on campus. It will also be the first time ever that I will not be sharing living space with Mo. I've never been here with out her. And I cry. Deb has been a part of my life here since the 2nd week of classes freshman year, and now we will be on opposite sides of the state, and who knows where from there. i just can't handle it. The world is small, and between blogs, facebook, email, and cell phones, there should never be too much space between any of us, but I also know that life gets busy. The end of undergrad will open so many doors for each of us, it's wonderful, exciting, and what we have been waiting for for 4 years. Now that it is here, I want to rewind, start over, do it all again... I couldn't have asked for a better 4 years, with better friends. I just wish there was more time...

A blog for ECRS
New post for ECRSers.

Are we Divorced? is this the end? are we letting it die?

My new blog: LoveLikeChai

When summer decides to leave you OR being scared in an empty townhouse while you wait for the other 2/3 of falafeltrio to arrive as well as em and kristen
The townhouse is nice...let's not get it wrong. It's actually very lovely. BUT IT'S EMPTY and scary...Three stories of scary emptyness. I'm sitting here with a tea latte writing this entry. My hands are clogged from washing dishes.
I made cookies for my housemates. =o) I want them to come home!!! HURRY UP. I'm sitting here like an idiot with my tea latte by myself!!
It's cold in geneseo. Much colder than I thought it would be. Sweaters are necessary at nighttime. =o( Summer's over.

An Open Letter
(because we haven't had one in a while)

Dear Spam Comments,
I've seen you around. You like to infiltrate other blogs, usually ones that employ comment service providers outside of blogger. I know how you work, Spam Comments. I am well acquainted with your comment-and-leave-them ways. I've seen blogs turn off commenting all together because of the hurt you caused.
I thought we girls of the Trio were special. I didn't think you would ever bother us. We use blogger, our traffic isn't crazy, crazy high. But you appeared anyway and you have filled us with rage.
We writers squeal with glee when we see a high number of comments on their post. "Perhaps this is love!" we exclaim. You tell uswhat a great blog we have, filling us with a feeling of joy because someone is reading and appreciating our work. You go so far as a tell us you're going to bookmark the site!
You then tell us to check out your site. It's usually something fabulously sleazy like a link to online casino gambling or shady car deals. We are encouraged to comment on your site and you assure us you'll come back often to see us.
But do you come back Spam Comments?
The answer to that is a clear and resounding, "Hell nah".
Spam comments, I don't mean to be harsh, but you fill our lives with false hope and are a waste of web space.
Regards,
Mo

I supported terrorism indirectly
I went to the city the day before yesterday on a double date sort of. Well I say sort of because I'm in a sort-of-almost-relationship. So really I was going for my best friend sonia. Of course neither of us liked the guys. Sonia was thinking of the guy she's seeing. She's in one of those I-like-you-but-don't-hurt-me-again-please sort of inbetween relationships. Five hours passed quickly over my three drinks, brownies, cheese sticks and conversation. I was more into my free French martini than in his stories about coming home late, piss ass drunk and passing out naked on his bed. I said free because the bill was HIGH and it wasn't me or sonia who was paying. The gentleman insisted on paying but said that they appreciated my "purse grab." I did intend to pay...I heard that Persians treat their women well, I guess it was proven. It's nice to be spoiled...Even if there is no way you could possibly deserve it.
While in the Jazz club the pianist introduced her band. I recognized her accent so I asked her if she was Japanese. Then I told her what I had mistakenly learned by mishearing my roommate from freshmen year hiroko on the telephone. "I love crotch" I told her the story. She got SO RED and laughed and laughed.
I got a mango lassi on the way to the "date". Today's lassi better be a million times better. We also stopped in china town where I bought a new pocketbook, antique looking you'd love it. We stopped at our beloved restaurant "A lovely day." It's an annual event, we order our usual "Coconut curry Thai noodles with chicken" Of course Sonia has the more kosher shrimp. We went to a sample sale also but decided against buying anything. Sonia was ogled wherever we went. One guy said "SAY HI TO THE TWINS FOR ME"
Sonia thinks she spotted the girl from empire records in the village Debi something. I have yet to see the movie.
I woke up to a knock on my door. McKenna had arrived with makeup to give me. She wanted to give me first dibs. We talked about the Hamptons and how working is out there. She does about twelve massages a weekend plus tips. She said she doesn't much enjoy doing massage.

Balloons over the valley

Balloons over the valley
Originally uploaded by electronomo.

A few days ago, the Balloon Rally was going on. At least 25 hot air balloons launched from a local park and drifted over the valley. Half the city stood in front lawns watching them pass overhead.
Most were your basic hot air balloons, but there's one in this picture that was sponsored by Alpo dog food. Guess which one.

Search on google: Dancers in the Puma kicker shoe sooo fast
Apparently it's a great way to be directed to the falafeltrio. Explain these strange hits to me someone!!??
Hopefully this person found what they were looking for in falafel. =o)

The reason why you shouldn't have caffeine after noon is abundantly clear to me now
Caffeine headaches. Maybe I should give up this caffeine addiction? Change to decafe espresso? Abandon it altogether? Even the suggestion is sad.
Smokey (my cat) jumped on my lap tonight and let me pet him. I realize that I love smokey a lot, even though I once refused to talk to him, to make nice, he loves me like chai still. Smokey has thawed my icy cold heart. Jeeze, I thought I hated cats.
Also: note to self: try to control drunken im messages...I kept getting deja vu today and I searched my google desktop for im conversations, Oopsie, there were a few embarrassing ims.

Men are like terrorists so go shopping in NYC and pretend that they don't exist

When you're rich you become British
A pitcher of daiquiris at a Mexican restaurant then on to a lounge.
We talked to the whole office of Atari, who didn't take the joke I made about business being hard since the eighties very well. An attractive Egyptian guy came and sat next to me, too close for comfort. He told me that he was twenty nine...Meaning that he was closer to thirty five. He opened the conversation by romantically saying with slurred drunken speech "Is this your cherry stem I have in my mouth?" To which I responded "No actually I think that was the guy's cherry who was sitting there before." He was unbearably close. Perhaps if I had had six more drinks and were more naive it would have all been exceedingly charming. You come to a point where you realize "Hey, he's not all up in my shizzy because he thinks I'm special...He's up in my shizzy because he's a gross drunken player." He also asked me to make out with him and asked for my number. I gave him my old telephone number. =o)
I don't appreciate someone trying to hit on me without even offering me a drink. Sonia says I've become Russian now...=o)
We were talking to two ladies on the train on the way home and Sonia was like "That one didn't sound like she was from long island!?" and I said "When you're rich you suddenly become British."

Last night, I curled up on my bed with a book. However, I took a moment before I commenced reading to take stock of my current situation:

The book in my lap was the new Harry Potter book. I was eating popcorn that I just made. On my nightstand, there sat a tall glass of blue Kool-aid.

I'll be twenty-one in a month and a day.

Domains, Vermont, and Emus
This weekend I hit up Vermont with Vicente to join Allie for birthday goodness and experience all that Vermont had to offer. Cheese, cool tea houses, emu farms, lots of mountains, and general debauchery. I took some (but not enough) photos that you can check out at Flickr.
In other news, I finally launched ElectronoMo! I bought the domain last night and had the site up by this evening. Now I can begin the process of moving the Falafel pics, headers, and other stuff over there since the school servers won't hold our files forever. Our images will be safe and sound, backed up on my fabulously cheap but effective server. Whoop whoop!
How are Falafel Reader's summers going? Anything exciting? Trips? Randomness?