I Hate You Resort Diner Place

I have just returned from my vacation in Disney World with my sir. Unfortunately I managed to come down with a nasty case of food poisoning from my breakfast dining area at my resort this morning.

Fun pictures from my trip and updates will ensue once I can sit at a computer without having to run to the bathroom to relieve myself every 10 minutes. Yummmm...

Graduation Wishes

First of all, a huge congratulations to all of my Cabrini friends that graduated on Sunday!

Claudia who is graduated and Melissa who is not graduated:














Melissa and Kristen: (NOTE: Both of them are going to be famous very soon and this picture will be worth lots of money even though Kristen has her eyes closed. But she works at NBC now so I guess I can forgive her almost ruining the picture I hope to collect money with by auctioning it off on eBay)



















The boy I accidentally followed to Cabrini from southern New Jersey, CONOR: (Note: Conor will most likely become famous after he graduates from his Ivy League school of Columbia University Teacher's College)




















I got roped into helping with graduation since I was a resident assistant for the coinciding academic school year. I was the sucker that had to stand on the stage as the entire graduating class was called up to receive their diplomas to keep their name cards in order for the photographer.

After the 200th student and one and a half leg cramps I realized my biggest fear is that next year I will be one of the kids that don't get clapped for when his or her name is called. As I stood there I felt really bad for the students that had silence after the speaker announced their name. I tried to watch their faces to see if it bothered them that some of the graduates had the entire crowd clapping and whooping and that they got nothing.

What I want to know is when did graduations become a popularity contest? More importantly, I need to know if any of you had this fear, or turned out to be one of those outcast kids that everyone decided not to clap for when receiving your college diploma.

No Place Like Home

I'm officially back to my childhood romping of 08210, New Jersey. Moving back in was a total bitch and it's still not finished yet. Although down here this summer I won't have to deal with college headaches, I will be dealing with my parents and that is a nightmare in itself.

At 9am my dad came to my door and yelled, "Get up! Your belongings are still strewn all over the floor and it's time to be awake. You're not on vacation anymore." (NOTE: Yes, my belongings are still literally ALL over the house because instead of packing them away I drank a bunch of wine and watched the OC finale with my 12-year-old sister)

Anyhow I'll be back to PA on Saturday afternoon just in time for Panda's birthday. Since she is turning 21 big celebrations are to be had. Then I'll be in graduation on Sunday (no not graduating, I just got roped into helping all my older friends make their exit from Cabrini.)

Maybe I'll go and visit the beach at somepoint before I leave for Florida on Wednesday.

Love Me, Love ME

Kind words from my former employer FMQB appearing in their weekly email:

Sadly we must wave goodbye to Christine here at FMQB. Christine has been an invaluable help to us over the nine months or so that she worked here, first as an intern, then as an employee. She contributed The Valedictorian CD write-up to this very weekly report, along with a variety of other tasks that helped get this out on time every week. She will be missed around the office. She can still be found at a Sufjan Stevens or Idlewild concert near you.

Does anyone else think it is ironic they chose Sufjan Stevens as a concert I would be seen at? I've never seen him live, although from what I hear he and his crew put on a good show.

Journalism At My Peak

Finally I've gotten some paid freelance work that has been published in a nice-sized newspaper. You can read it here.

I plan on using the money to pay back my sir for our expensive plane flight down to Florida in a few weeks.

"You're Famous" (according to E. Chandler)

I don't know why I forgot to blog about this sooner, but I guess things have been a little busy for me as of lately....So a few weeks ago I wrote a fun feature for the lovely Tripwire.com about how it could be a turn for the worse for Rolling Stone to pair up with MTV. You can read the article here.

And then yesterday one of my favorite NYC/TX ladies informed me that some people have taken a liking to it. Which you can see here or there.

Erin thinks I'm famous. My sir thinks I will be blacklisted from music journalism now. And I find the whole thing amusing even though I tried to tell my Filipino Mom about it, and she didn't really know what Rolling Stone Magazine was.

Finally Legal To Do EVERYTHING

Turning 21 wasn't really that much of a big deal except now I don't have to worry about slipping into and out of shows when doing interviews. We DIDN'T go out for sushi, but we did head over to Erin's Pub and then down to Atlantic City. Pics are below...I'm not really that hungover, just super tired from deciding it would be cool to go and learn to gamble until 4am.


Gina, Maureen, Me, Adam & Vetter:

Me doing a shot of tequila:


Me, Claudia, Melissa & Jess with Buttery Nipples:


Me & Fiona with my finally legal ID:

Pretty Vetter and I doing shots:

Matt, Adam, Vetter and I before heading out to Atlantic City: