Okay, who's as addicted to this show as I am? I tuned in because of Dr. Drew (I have a crush on him) but was afraid it might be exploitive and I couldn't imagine (or didn't want to) Dr. Drew being involved in something like that.
I know I'm an oldie, because I had no idea who Seth was. I've heard snippets of the Butterfly song, but couldn't have identified it by name or singer until now. I had to look up who he even was and youtube the song. I'd heard it plenty, but that was about it. Oh, and since I'm the only American I know that doesn't watch AI, I had no idea who Jessica Sierra was.
I'm not spoiling myself because I want to watch it without the prior knowledge of how they turn out. I'm really interested in seeing how they all turn out, especially the women. Daniel Baldwin, I could care less about, for some reason.
I'm also addicted to Scott Baio's 46 and pregnant. He might have some jerkish tendancies, but ultimately, I think all the kvetching he does is probably a good thing, or at least comes from the right place. At least it shows how seriously he takes it. Oh, and how great is the music? Pretty fecking great, seeing as I have most of the songs on my mp3.
As for school, my 101 class isn't very responsive, which makes me a sucky teacher (I have to have something to bounce off of; I can't just talk to the air) and makes it a chore to go there. It's odd too, because they seem to have the ability to think abstractly moreso than any other class I've had, but their verbal engagement vs their written engagement is really a stark contrast. My class isn't all about lecture, because it requires the student to actively participate, but they seem to want me to do all the work while they sit there and listen (or not).
I'd take it personally, but other classes have been far more interactive and, if I may say, really dug me. This bunch just sits there like bumps on a log. It's that "too cool for school" attitude---which should automatically disqualify you from college; let someone else in who really wants to be there and appreciates the opportunity. As for my homework, I have 800 pages (okay, really it was 799 to be exact) of reading this week. We won't talk about all the other crap, because reading is just one facet of the very long to-do homework list.
So there, I updated you and now you'll know why I don't mention school more than I do. Either I'd bitch or bore you.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Another Heath Blog
WARNING: The following is highly rhetorical...and, even worse, I only feel part of it is...um...highly rhetorical...the rest of it, I totally fucking mean, dude. Anyway, you can't say I didn't warn you!
Oh...so I'm really stupid and American (what a loaded term) when I care that a celeb I've never met has died. Apparently, my intellect and morality are at stake according to whom I care about that has died.
Yeah...so, if one feels any remorse or grief over the death of Heath Ledger or some celebrity they didn't know, that feeling is equivocated with a lack of caring about troops in Iraq or with basically, being uninformed and caring about "hard" and "real" news issues. Hey, I'm right there with you...I have not watched a single day of the Today morning news show since they reported on Brad and Jennifer's marriage. I decided that was it for me, that was my line in the sand. I just hate that caring about a random celebrity's death is equivocated with being uninformed. It is quite possible to listen to NPR and mourn Heath. And, it's quite possible that listening to NPR doesn't mean anything, but you'd never know it from some of the responses I've read elsewhere from people up in arms about those of who are saddened over Heath's death. I just can't see the connection between watching the BBC and listening to NPR and how that makes you a better person, or a more intellectual person. Pluck me from my pedastal the moment I think I'm better for it or because of it. Is being informed and listening to/watching NPR/BBC so mutually exclusive from being a little shocked and saddened by Heath Ledger's death and wanting to talk about it?
Oy, the kvetching from some people who are so appalled and offended that some of us might actually be saddened by the death of Heath Ledger when there is Real Stuff To Be Concerned About. You know what...Fuck you. If I wanna react to and feel shocked about Heath fucking Ledger I will. The rest of my week is spent being so fucking intellectual and informed that I reserve the right to feel whatever I feel for whatever reason I feel it.
So, I'm going to repeat a stupid and long comment that I made from someone else's blog that felt really cathartic.
Oh, and yes, I've had a couple of vodka martinis. Why do you ask?
Now...for the commentary that I'm sure you were breathlessly awaiting (from the blog of Mighty Mighty Monk Seal).
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Couldn’t agree more with everything you said. Absolutely couldn’t agree more. I didn’t realize Brad Renfro was the kid in The Client, so I didn’t “mourn” him, and thusly had next to nothing to say about him other than how much I enjoyed that performance and had no idea he had a career and a following outside of that.
About Heath, I’m grunting and straining here from the high horse that I’m climbing onto, but yeah, I’m in shock and I’m sad. And I’m not apologizing. But then again, I always reserve the right to mourn celebrities (and be pissed at those that would castigate me for doing so). With Heath, I realized part of my reaction is wrapped up with triggers about sudden death after having lost my Mom so suddenly. And yet, I wonder if that’s not just a really good excuse to give myself a “pass” for mourning him. Hell, I still miss River Phoenix. And I even publish that fact on my “about me” section in my blog…which…for the record, is the kind of thing I refuse to fill out on Myspace and Facebook ( and yeah, I’m ashamed that I succumbed to them and for this digression).
Anyway, the point is…I don’t understand why some people care who or how or why other people mourn. I’m sure there are myriad reasons why Heath’s death has gotten to so many people and many of those reasons anecdotal (perhaps in my case) as well as largely shared, but at the end of the day…why does it matter to those that don’t care? I can’t imagine myself caring about why other people mourn Brad Renfro or Suzanne Pleshette and inserting my naysaying opinion about it. I think it’s just as valid to mourn or be freaked out about someone’s death who you didn’t even know. The thing is, Heath Ledger, whether in death or life, represents something to so many.
I remember when Johnny Cash, John Ritter, and Paul Simon (the bowtied politician who was so cool he was a guest on SNL and represented the district I am from) died in such close proximity. I had a class and I felt the need to express my sadness over these losses when the last of those 3 died. I figured everyone would just humor me, but to my surprise, they didn’t have to. It seemed I touched off something in the prof that she’d been feeling too. Anyway, it was a nice little ten minute moment and made me feel I could face the rest of that class and day with “authenticity" if you will.
Wow, fuck. That felt cathartic. Inarticulate, but cathartic nonetheless. I might just copy/paste this and post another blog. And I won’t apologize for doing so.
Oh...so I'm really stupid and American (what a loaded term) when I care that a celeb I've never met has died. Apparently, my intellect and morality are at stake according to whom I care about that has died.
Yeah...so, if one feels any remorse or grief over the death of Heath Ledger or some celebrity they didn't know, that feeling is equivocated with a lack of caring about troops in Iraq or with basically, being uninformed and caring about "hard" and "real" news issues. Hey, I'm right there with you...I have not watched a single day of the Today morning news show since they reported on Brad and Jennifer's marriage. I decided that was it for me, that was my line in the sand. I just hate that caring about a random celebrity's death is equivocated with being uninformed. It is quite possible to listen to NPR and mourn Heath. And, it's quite possible that listening to NPR doesn't mean anything, but you'd never know it from some of the responses I've read elsewhere from people up in arms about those of who are saddened over Heath's death. I just can't see the connection between watching the BBC and listening to NPR and how that makes you a better person, or a more intellectual person. Pluck me from my pedastal the moment I think I'm better for it or because of it. Is being informed and listening to/watching NPR/BBC so mutually exclusive from being a little shocked and saddened by Heath Ledger's death and wanting to talk about it?
Oy, the kvetching from some people who are so appalled and offended that some of us might actually be saddened by the death of Heath Ledger when there is Real Stuff To Be Concerned About. You know what...Fuck you. If I wanna react to and feel shocked about Heath fucking Ledger I will. The rest of my week is spent being so fucking intellectual and informed that I reserve the right to feel whatever I feel for whatever reason I feel it.
So, I'm going to repeat a stupid and long comment that I made from someone else's blog that felt really cathartic.
Oh, and yes, I've had a couple of vodka martinis. Why do you ask?
Now...for the commentary that I'm sure you were breathlessly awaiting (from the blog of Mighty Mighty Monk Seal).
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Couldn’t agree more with everything you said. Absolutely couldn’t agree more. I didn’t realize Brad Renfro was the kid in The Client, so I didn’t “mourn” him, and thusly had next to nothing to say about him other than how much I enjoyed that performance and had no idea he had a career and a following outside of that.
About Heath, I’m grunting and straining here from the high horse that I’m climbing onto, but yeah, I’m in shock and I’m sad. And I’m not apologizing. But then again, I always reserve the right to mourn celebrities (and be pissed at those that would castigate me for doing so). With Heath, I realized part of my reaction is wrapped up with triggers about sudden death after having lost my Mom so suddenly. And yet, I wonder if that’s not just a really good excuse to give myself a “pass” for mourning him. Hell, I still miss River Phoenix. And I even publish that fact on my “about me” section in my blog…which…for the record, is the kind of thing I refuse to fill out on Myspace and Facebook ( and yeah, I’m ashamed that I succumbed to them and for this digression).
Anyway, the point is…I don’t understand why some people care who or how or why other people mourn. I’m sure there are myriad reasons why Heath’s death has gotten to so many people and many of those reasons anecdotal (perhaps in my case) as well as largely shared, but at the end of the day…why does it matter to those that don’t care? I can’t imagine myself caring about why other people mourn Brad Renfro or Suzanne Pleshette and inserting my naysaying opinion about it. I think it’s just as valid to mourn or be freaked out about someone’s death who you didn’t even know. The thing is, Heath Ledger, whether in death or life, represents something to so many.
I remember when Johnny Cash, John Ritter, and Paul Simon (the bowtied politician who was so cool he was a guest on SNL and represented the district I am from) died in such close proximity. I had a class and I felt the need to express my sadness over these losses when the last of those 3 died. I figured everyone would just humor me, but to my surprise, they didn’t have to. It seemed I touched off something in the prof that she’d been feeling too. Anyway, it was a nice little ten minute moment and made me feel I could face the rest of that class and day with “authenticity" if you will.
Wow, fuck. That felt cathartic. Inarticulate, but cathartic nonetheless. I might just copy/paste this and post another blog. And I won’t apologize for doing so.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
RIP Heath, You Will Be Missed
I can't believe the news about Heath Ledger. I was visiting a message board to keep up with the Britney saga, and noticed his thread was staying consistently at the top. I figured either he was dating someone new or something had happened, but I never thought about something like this. I just ignored it, because that board is rather vitriolic toward anyone who's a celeb for any reason. Also, I'm not that interested in clicking on photos or that much celeb news for that matter, so I just never gave it two thoughts.
I don't think a celeb death has been this shocking since River Phoenix. I still miss River. I find it hard to watch his films (I highly recommend Dogfight with Lily Taylor) and have never been able to enjoy My Own Private Idaho because that film looks like the beginning of the end for him. There was something missing from him in that one, compared to the others. Maybe it was a certain sparkle or naivete, but whatever it was, there was definitely something darker about River in that film.
Anyway, back to Heath. I never clicked on his thread, but found out hours later that night when I turned on my computer and it was on the MSN homepage. I kept saying "No, No, No" over and over again. I just want them to take it back. It doesn't seem real at all. When someone dies this suddenly, it just takes me aback. It's hard to process.
Yes, I realize I never knew him, but I reserve the right to be freaked out and sound stupid in my blog. His poor family. He was so young; he was someone's son, someone's brother as well as being someone's Dad and boyfriend.
I know it's selfish, but I hope I can still enjoy 10 Things I Hate About You. It's sorta been my "go to" movie when I want something light, but good to de-stress. I think I have watched that movie more than any other since I started school here. Anyway, I can't get that scene out of my head where he was seranading Julia Stiles.
RIP, Heath. You will be missed.
I don't think a celeb death has been this shocking since River Phoenix. I still miss River. I find it hard to watch his films (I highly recommend Dogfight with Lily Taylor) and have never been able to enjoy My Own Private Idaho because that film looks like the beginning of the end for him. There was something missing from him in that one, compared to the others. Maybe it was a certain sparkle or naivete, but whatever it was, there was definitely something darker about River in that film.
Anyway, back to Heath. I never clicked on his thread, but found out hours later that night when I turned on my computer and it was on the MSN homepage. I kept saying "No, No, No" over and over again. I just want them to take it back. It doesn't seem real at all. When someone dies this suddenly, it just takes me aback. It's hard to process.
Yes, I realize I never knew him, but I reserve the right to be freaked out and sound stupid in my blog. His poor family. He was so young; he was someone's son, someone's brother as well as being someone's Dad and boyfriend.
I know it's selfish, but I hope I can still enjoy 10 Things I Hate About You. It's sorta been my "go to" movie when I want something light, but good to de-stress. I think I have watched that movie more than any other since I started school here. Anyway, I can't get that scene out of my head where he was seranading Julia Stiles.
RIP, Heath. You will be missed.
Monday, December 3, 2007
End of the semester!!!11eleventy!!1 and McRibs!Woot!
First of all, can I get a "Hell Yeah!" that McRibs are back? I was hoping that the Farewell II tour last year was just like the Eagles and Rolling Stones, only more affordable. A few years ago, when the McRib took its longest hiatus to date (it was for about 3 long years), I signed an online petition even though I don't believe those things work. It made me feel empowered nonetheless. I always worry that it won't come back. It's funny how people that love them share the same fear as me, but those that don't share the love always roll their eyes and smugly assure me that it's never going away forever. Whatever. I worry because I love. They haven't an inkling of the love and joy a McRib brings me, so of course I'm going to worry. You never know when it's going to come back; there's no predictable cycle; and these farewell rumors don't help the sitch at all.
Anyway, so, it's that time of the semester when there's no time for sleep, laundry, or cooking regular meals. The house just goes to hell and I hate that. I like order, I like clean clothes, and I covet sleep.
WARNING: Some general bitchery ahead, but also some good news and major hair news ahead.
I just got done doing another week of house managing (read: 12 hour plus days with the last 9 hours being back to back with classes, meetings, and the shows, which means I don't get to eat and I have to reapply make-up because I have to look "evening theatre dressy/classy," and be nice to the general public cuz it's a good idea to starve a girl, put her in heels*, and then make her be nice to the general public at end of the day and that's before we even get to go home and do 5-8 hours of homework). I'm still trying to recover from the two days in a row that I got no sleep at all because I had no other choice if I was gonna get my homework done. By the time I got done, it was time to shower and go to school and do the same thing all over again.
*I ended up only doing the heels thing once and then decided to take a page from Ellen DeGeneres.
Have you ever been so run down and tired that even after finally getting a good night's sleep you still feel tired after waking up? That's how I feel right now. It's like I can't not be tired. My body is literally rejecting this schedule.
All I have to do from here on out is write 2 15 page papers, a 7 page paper (woo-hoo for short papers!!), complete a teacher's portfolio, and stay on top of 101 stuff. And that actually is a break, because the endless stream of production meetings and house managing is over for the semester. I can actually focus on my papers and projects without all these other things taking precdence.
Good News: It's likely that my last semester here I'll be teaching theatre history. My supervisor/mentor is going on sabattical. It's a 300 level, majors only course as opposed to the 100 level, non-major class I teach now. This is especially awesome because it was this very class at this very institution that made me want to become a theatre history professor. To actually get to teach that class here at SIU is something that would be so meaningful.
In Hair news: I cut my medium length, dyed blonde, straight-ironed hair back to my natural brunette shade and went super short. It gives me an extra half hour every day. If you google image Natalie Portman and Winona Ryder then you'll get an idea of what my hair looks like. I've even had a couple of people walk right past me without knowing me at first. It is a major change and I love it. So fun to get the reactions because it is way different from what I had.
Anyway, so, it's that time of the semester when there's no time for sleep, laundry, or cooking regular meals. The house just goes to hell and I hate that. I like order, I like clean clothes, and I covet sleep.
WARNING: Some general bitchery ahead, but also some good news and major hair news ahead.
I just got done doing another week of house managing (read: 12 hour plus days with the last 9 hours being back to back with classes, meetings, and the shows, which means I don't get to eat and I have to reapply make-up because I have to look "evening theatre dressy/classy," and be nice to the general public cuz it's a good idea to starve a girl, put her in heels*, and then make her be nice to the general public at end of the day and that's before we even get to go home and do 5-8 hours of homework). I'm still trying to recover from the two days in a row that I got no sleep at all because I had no other choice if I was gonna get my homework done. By the time I got done, it was time to shower and go to school and do the same thing all over again.
*I ended up only doing the heels thing once and then decided to take a page from Ellen DeGeneres.
Have you ever been so run down and tired that even after finally getting a good night's sleep you still feel tired after waking up? That's how I feel right now. It's like I can't not be tired. My body is literally rejecting this schedule.
All I have to do from here on out is write 2 15 page papers, a 7 page paper (woo-hoo for short papers!!), complete a teacher's portfolio, and stay on top of 101 stuff. And that actually is a break, because the endless stream of production meetings and house managing is over for the semester. I can actually focus on my papers and projects without all these other things taking precdence.
Good News: It's likely that my last semester here I'll be teaching theatre history. My supervisor/mentor is going on sabattical. It's a 300 level, majors only course as opposed to the 100 level, non-major class I teach now. This is especially awesome because it was this very class at this very institution that made me want to become a theatre history professor. To actually get to teach that class here at SIU is something that would be so meaningful.
In Hair news: I cut my medium length, dyed blonde, straight-ironed hair back to my natural brunette shade and went super short. It gives me an extra half hour every day. If you google image Natalie Portman and Winona Ryder then you'll get an idea of what my hair looks like. I've even had a couple of people walk right past me without knowing me at first. It is a major change and I love it. So fun to get the reactions because it is way different from what I had.
Monday, November 26, 2007
How could I forget?
How could I forget to include this in the post below? I'm having laptop issues again! This laptop, the third one I've had since May (if you count the replacement I had for one day that gave me the blue screen three times) has now been shipped off for repair because the hard drive crashed for no discernible reason at all. WTF is up with all these laptop issues at the end of two semesters now; a crucial time! Seriously. What did I do to garner this kind computer karma? It will take 2-3 weeks to fix. I'm writing from my supervisor's personal laptop. She was kind enough to loan it to me at the end of last semester too. Oh, and you can bet I'm getting her a spa certificate for Xmas for her generosity.
Yes, I'm Alive
If anyone is still checking my site, yes, I'm still alive and well. I haven't written because, when it's been a long time I feel like I should post something really important or witty or something. I finally decided not to let that get in the way. It's not like I ever did before.
So, in earth-shattering news, Jeff got another job in a far western Chicago suburb about 6 hours away. That's 8 hours closer than we are at present. He starts Jan. 2nd. The best part is that it's partially a work-from-home position, so he'll be here part of the time. I think he'll be surprised to realize just how much free time I don't have though. He wanted to move since I'm away most of the time; he didn't see what was keeping him there. For anyone wondering why he didn't get a job here, it's not feasible for him to get a job here, because 1)it's so economically depressed here he'd have to take a major, major cut in pay and benefits 2) he wouldn't even be able to work in the same industry which would suck for him.
But, since it's really all about me here, we'll just talk about how this affects me in sucky ways. Not to be all Pissy Polly about it, but whatever. Yeah, yeah, yeah, we'll have more time together, blah blah blah. That's great and all, but I sincerely and truly hearted Texas! Now I don't even get to go there for Xmas break. The home I truly loved is no more (it had lots of room and a remote control garage!). To actually like where you live? That's not something to be taken for granted. Texas was the first time I actually liked where I lived. I don't just mean my actual physical abode, I mean the region; Austin is a cool, laid-back, liberal and progressive place and it's very different from the Chi-town burbs and southern Illinois. I won't get to go back there; I've already seen it for the last time in a certain sense. I didn't realize when I left last August that that was the last time I'd be there as a resident. I didn't know I'd eaten my last Louie's BBQ, that I'd shopped on SoCo for the last time, that I'd had good Mexican food for the last time, and so on. OMG! No more Central Market! CM deserves its own post, so I'll leave it at that. I'm sure we'll go back to visit, but that's not the same. I really loved Texas, probably because it's not the Midwest. Oh, and the ocean was just a few hours away. Very cheap and easy to get to. Yeah, so there was that too.
We've already lived where he's moving, so I already know that I indeed do hate it there. Very much. A place has to really suck if I like southern Illinois more. I didn't think it was possible until I moved there with Jeff after graduation. The suckitude there was what prompted me to get us to move to Austin. At least I won't have to live there full-time; I'll mostly be here in Carbondale.
The suckiest part? We had planned to spend Xmas down at South Padre Island and I was most looking forward to spending an oceanside Xmas day, walking on the beach. For a Midwest born and bred gal, that's a really exotic and unconventional way to spend Xmas day. Now I have to either spend Xmas with Jeff's family (which they're fine) or with my family where the gatherings have gotten so small it just doesn't seem right or something.
I'm glad Jeff will be closer, but the timing sucks. I like C'dale well enough, but now my other home is the far western suburbs (2hrs to downtown with traffic), a place I hate and I'm stuck with it for the forseeable future. The ungrateful brat within is upset that Jeff couldn't wait a measly few weeks to job hunt. It's not like it puts us together sooner, because I'm free at Christmas. It just means I get Austin and all that great ocean access I keep yammering about taken away even sooner. In favor of what? A place I know I hate that is devoid of all personality and culture and filled with traffic so heavy I never could learn to drive in it, so I had to rely on Jeff to drive me everywhere, which made me feel like a prisoner. Maybe I'm not being as petty and bitchy as I thought. No fucking wonder I hated it up there so much. I just fucking remembered.
I want my Exotic, Unconventional Christmas Day Walk on the Beach Back!
If this reads like a trucelent 5 year old, then you're reading it with the right tone.
That's what happens when your visit to the ocean has been changed to a visit with relatives.
And yes, I realize there's lots to be thankful for in this scenario---employment, relative sanity, health, etc.
But what's that compared with going to the ocean on Xmas Day?
Ah well, at least I know a trip to Wilmington, NC is in my future now.
So, in earth-shattering news, Jeff got another job in a far western Chicago suburb about 6 hours away. That's 8 hours closer than we are at present. He starts Jan. 2nd. The best part is that it's partially a work-from-home position, so he'll be here part of the time. I think he'll be surprised to realize just how much free time I don't have though. He wanted to move since I'm away most of the time; he didn't see what was keeping him there. For anyone wondering why he didn't get a job here, it's not feasible for him to get a job here, because 1)it's so economically depressed here he'd have to take a major, major cut in pay and benefits 2) he wouldn't even be able to work in the same industry which would suck for him.
But, since it's really all about me here, we'll just talk about how this affects me in sucky ways. Not to be all Pissy Polly about it, but whatever. Yeah, yeah, yeah, we'll have more time together, blah blah blah. That's great and all, but I sincerely and truly hearted Texas! Now I don't even get to go there for Xmas break. The home I truly loved is no more (it had lots of room and a remote control garage!). To actually like where you live? That's not something to be taken for granted. Texas was the first time I actually liked where I lived. I don't just mean my actual physical abode, I mean the region; Austin is a cool, laid-back, liberal and progressive place and it's very different from the Chi-town burbs and southern Illinois. I won't get to go back there; I've already seen it for the last time in a certain sense. I didn't realize when I left last August that that was the last time I'd be there as a resident. I didn't know I'd eaten my last Louie's BBQ, that I'd shopped on SoCo for the last time, that I'd had good Mexican food for the last time, and so on. OMG! No more Central Market! CM deserves its own post, so I'll leave it at that. I'm sure we'll go back to visit, but that's not the same. I really loved Texas, probably because it's not the Midwest. Oh, and the ocean was just a few hours away. Very cheap and easy to get to. Yeah, so there was that too.
We've already lived where he's moving, so I already know that I indeed do hate it there. Very much. A place has to really suck if I like southern Illinois more. I didn't think it was possible until I moved there with Jeff after graduation. The suckitude there was what prompted me to get us to move to Austin. At least I won't have to live there full-time; I'll mostly be here in Carbondale.
The suckiest part? We had planned to spend Xmas down at South Padre Island and I was most looking forward to spending an oceanside Xmas day, walking on the beach. For a Midwest born and bred gal, that's a really exotic and unconventional way to spend Xmas day. Now I have to either spend Xmas with Jeff's family (which they're fine) or with my family where the gatherings have gotten so small it just doesn't seem right or something.
I'm glad Jeff will be closer, but the timing sucks. I like C'dale well enough, but now my other home is the far western suburbs (2hrs to downtown with traffic), a place I hate and I'm stuck with it for the forseeable future. The ungrateful brat within is upset that Jeff couldn't wait a measly few weeks to job hunt. It's not like it puts us together sooner, because I'm free at Christmas. It just means I get Austin and all that great ocean access I keep yammering about taken away even sooner. In favor of what? A place I know I hate that is devoid of all personality and culture and filled with traffic so heavy I never could learn to drive in it, so I had to rely on Jeff to drive me everywhere, which made me feel like a prisoner. Maybe I'm not being as petty and bitchy as I thought. No fucking wonder I hated it up there so much. I just fucking remembered.
I want my Exotic, Unconventional Christmas Day Walk on the Beach Back!
If this reads like a trucelent 5 year old, then you're reading it with the right tone.
That's what happens when your visit to the ocean has been changed to a visit with relatives.
And yes, I realize there's lots to be thankful for in this scenario---employment, relative sanity, health, etc.
But what's that compared with going to the ocean on Xmas Day?
Ah well, at least I know a trip to Wilmington, NC is in my future now.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
MP3 Shuffle
Yeah, Yeah. Just go with it.
How am I feeling today?
"Jackson" Johnny Cash *sigh* thinking about June Carter Cash's vocals on this one...
Will I get far in life?
"Closer" NiN
How do my friends see me?
"Do You Believe in Magic" Lovin' Spoonful
Where will I get Married? "Pepper" Butthole Surfers
What is my best friend's theme song? "Iris" Goo Goo Dolls
What is the story of my life? "Blue Moon of Kentucky" Levon Helm *From the Coal Miner's Daughter soundtrack* Oh, and I can't let you go without this bit of trivia: Levon Helm played the Father in that movie, and he's also the lead singer of "The Band" of "Take a Load off Annie" fame.
What was high school like? "Blasphemous Rumours" Depeche Mode *JFC, that was kinda scarily awesome, except I *mostly* got away unscathed.
How am I going to get ahead in life? "Pet" A Perfect Circle
What is the best thing about me? "Bloodletting (The Vampire Song)" Concrete Blonde
How is today going to be? "364" Juliana Hatfield
What is in store for this weekend? "Rapture" Blondie *For everyone's sake, can I have a do-over on this one? If so, then it's "Chris Chambers" Stereophonics. *Personally, I prefer the song about River Phoenix.
What song describes my parents? "Summer Breeze" Seals and Crofts *shut up*
My grandparents? "The Line Begins to Blur" NiN
How is my life going? "Mellie's Coming Over" Letters to Cleo
How does the world see me? "One Line" PJ Harvey
Will I have a happy life? "Crush With Eyeliner" R.E.M.
What do my friends really think of me? "Miss World" Hole *Hell Yeah! You know it!*
Do people secretly lust after me? "This Woman's Work" Kate Bush
How can I make myself happy? "How Soon is Now" Love Spit Love
Will I ever have children? "Cry Little Sister" Lost Boys Soundtrack
What is some good advice for me? "Suil A Rune" from Riverdance, it's a really cool song---a mixture of Gaelic and English
What is my signature dancing song? "Crazy" Patsy Cline *Yeah, I'm always on the top of the table with that one*
What could be better for my kind of dancing? "The Hardest Walk" Jesus and the Mary Chain
What do I think my current theme song is? "Rain" The Blake Babies
What does everyone else think my current theme song is? "Matinee Idol" Rufus Wainwright
What type of men/women do you like? "My Little Basquiat" Cowboy Junkies
Where did you go today? "Could it be Magic" Barry Manilow *As I said with Seals and Crofts---shut up*
How am I feeling today?
"Jackson" Johnny Cash *sigh* thinking about June Carter Cash's vocals on this one...
Will I get far in life?
"Closer" NiN
How do my friends see me?
"Do You Believe in Magic" Lovin' Spoonful
Where will I get Married? "Pepper" Butthole Surfers
What is my best friend's theme song? "Iris" Goo Goo Dolls
What is the story of my life? "Blue Moon of Kentucky" Levon Helm *From the Coal Miner's Daughter soundtrack* Oh, and I can't let you go without this bit of trivia: Levon Helm played the Father in that movie, and he's also the lead singer of "The Band" of "Take a Load off Annie" fame.
What was high school like? "Blasphemous Rumours" Depeche Mode *JFC, that was kinda scarily awesome, except I *mostly* got away unscathed.
How am I going to get ahead in life? "Pet" A Perfect Circle
What is the best thing about me? "Bloodletting (The Vampire Song)" Concrete Blonde
How is today going to be? "364" Juliana Hatfield
What is in store for this weekend? "Rapture" Blondie *For everyone's sake, can I have a do-over on this one? If so, then it's "Chris Chambers" Stereophonics. *Personally, I prefer the song about River Phoenix.
What song describes my parents? "Summer Breeze" Seals and Crofts *shut up*
My grandparents? "The Line Begins to Blur" NiN
How is my life going? "Mellie's Coming Over" Letters to Cleo
How does the world see me? "One Line" PJ Harvey
Will I have a happy life? "Crush With Eyeliner" R.E.M.
What do my friends really think of me? "Miss World" Hole *Hell Yeah! You know it!*
Do people secretly lust after me? "This Woman's Work" Kate Bush
How can I make myself happy? "How Soon is Now" Love Spit Love
Will I ever have children? "Cry Little Sister" Lost Boys Soundtrack
What is some good advice for me? "Suil A Rune" from Riverdance, it's a really cool song---a mixture of Gaelic and English
What is my signature dancing song? "Crazy" Patsy Cline *Yeah, I'm always on the top of the table with that one*
What could be better for my kind of dancing? "The Hardest Walk" Jesus and the Mary Chain
What do I think my current theme song is? "Rain" The Blake Babies
What does everyone else think my current theme song is? "Matinee Idol" Rufus Wainwright
What type of men/women do you like? "My Little Basquiat" Cowboy Junkies
Where did you go today? "Could it be Magic" Barry Manilow *As I said with Seals and Crofts---shut up*
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