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Tuesday, August 25th, 2009
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that Livejournal made a mess of my high school years.
Fuck you, Livejournal. Fuck you for enabling great friendships and then also making the entire world privy to how much of a whiny ass I was. I know it's my fault for being that whiny ass, but really, it's way more satisfying to blame the internet.
I would like to publicly apologize to all that endured it, that listened to my whiny ass and didn't just totally give up on me right then and there, and I am glad that most of us are still on speaking terms. That is a testament to the power of humanity over computers, I think.
In other news, I have been alive for two decades. Luckily, I think I am a better person now than I was before, which is a relief. Now I am going to finish making my birthday-carrot-cake (myrple cream chiz frosting!) and have an ok day. Happy end of summer, everyone.
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Monday, February 2nd, 2009
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if you do please maybe help me out and try not to think too low of me.
So here's the thing: I cannot deal with boys! This is a recent revelation to me, but nonetheless a pertinent one that I would like some help with (from y'all?) Like, yes, I have a boyfriend, but this is a broader picture (although that fact will come into play in a moment or so, keep a-readin')
In the past four days, TWO boys have managed to wrangle my number. One of whom I gave it to via facebook (maybe a bad choice to begin with?) and the other got it from his friend. Both of them want to "hang out some time". Both of them seem nice enough, although one is apparently a pretty skeevy person, according to eyewitness accounts (my suitemate). EITHER WAY THOUGH, here's the thing: I don't know at ALL what to do in these situations! I've never been on a date, or even really a "hang out". I've never been asked to do such a thing, I've never had a relationship with someone who I wasn't primarily good friends with first. And frankly, I've grown to like my system. It works, it ensure that the people are good people, and also I don't feel so not in control. What is going on?
One o' dem called today to get food but I was busy anyway (but I can't be busy forever!) And I just texted the other one telling him I'd like to hang out and play music sometime. But I don't really! I'm pretty scared of both of these potential situations!
If someone could inform me on how to be a normal girl, I would really appreciate it. I'm pretty good at being friends with boys and I enjoy the company of boys who are friends very much, and maybe even like, flirting with some of them, but when it gets down to the possibility of one-on-one conversation, I'm like, terrified.
And TO ADD ANOTHER TATER TO THE POT, I have a boyfriend! But it's not like either of them asked for my hand in marriage, so I can't exactly be like "oh yeah hanging out cool butjustsoyouknowI'mspokenforalready". I'm being terribly irrational and anxious about stuff that hasn't even happened yet, but I'm just totally unaware of how to deal with these kinds of situations in a manner that isn't painful for everyone involved. Oops!
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Wednesday, January 7th, 2009
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Oftentimes I can't tell whether it's my computer or my stomach making noises. Gastronomical!
Speaking of which, it's a Brown Soil(ed) Cow year.
And that's my two sense on 2009. Happy blue beards, boob ears, nude beers, shoe horns, everyone! May it be a pleasant one.
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Friday, November 7th, 2008
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So last night I was supposed to go to World/Inferno Friendship Society, and I was alll prepared, 40's and all, and then I remembered that I may or may not have done something really, really bad to my foot. I'm not sure what happened, I fucked it up last year, ignored it, fucked it up on Tuesday, and have been trying to ignore it. Except sometimes I get these shooting pains up my right calf and I have to walk on my instep and I'm not really sure what to do because I'm not experienced with bodily injuries. Anyway, so I didn't think fucking shit up at World/Inferno was such a good idea, but LUCKY FOR ME there was another show playing! Two shows in one Thursday in Burlington?! Sweet peas. So Shane and I walked all the way to the North End (which still was probably a bad move for ol' footsie) and went to a glass blowing garage where we heard:
Nosebleed Island (http://www.myspace.com/nosebleedisland): The strangest bird in Burlington (not true there are whole varying species of strange birds here) makes amazing sounds and sings about pterodactyls setting couches on fire and being a "complex man" and laughs like Krusty the Clown. We've seen this guy probably 5 times since last year and it's amazing to actually watch him evolve and get so so good. Almost Ariel Pinkish but with more PBR in his blood and nothing but a four track and a tiny drumset and a wheelchair and a Hulk hand.
Elfin Saddles (http://www.myspace.com/elfinsaddle): OK, so, if I close my eyes and imagine what my perfect music would sound like, it would be Elfin Saddles. These guys gave me chills and put me in a caravan that traveled across the desert with the help of an accordion and upright bass and then dumped me in the ocean where there were contraptions that made bells tinkle when you hit the tom-turned-bass-drum and a tiny Japanese girl sang beautiful words I don't know and congratulated America on "your new life". I ordered their CD last night and maybe I'll do one of those things where you put it on the internet? Or maybe you will have to come over and drink tea and listen to it. Oh my god. I didn't even know who they were until an hour before the concert started and now I'm pained knowing that I won't hear them again until the mail gets here.
Clues (http://www.villavillanola.com/store/index.php?main_page=index&cPath=2): Alden Penner from the Unicorns and one of the guys from Arcade Fire and what looked like a bunch of their friends making exactly the kind of music you would expect from them, which was excellent. I hopped around on one foot a lot and then the police came armed with a Noise Complaint cause it wasn't technically a real venue. But I talked to Alden (I did not make any mention of the fact that he was part of a band that changed my 10th grade self forever, hey Ike 'sup) and one of the other dudes named Nick who was apparently originally from Burlington anyway. Hopefully they'll come back soon, they're Montrealers now.
This is the website for the place that holds on to Elfin Saddles and Clues mostly:
http://www.villavillanola.com/
Guhhhhhreat. I'm so glad I went to that rather than rowdied it up, because rowdying is fun, but this was another one in a string of recent soul-satisfying shows I've been to up here and it was just too wonderful. And to top it all off both of my classes got canceled today and it is hazy and warmish and smells like rain outside. I am going downtown to buy some Christmas lights and get some chai maybe. Tonight the Creative Art suite is having a Drunken Art Party. the 11 of us are really great and we are all going to get shloshed off wine and paint stuff and love each other real hard. Sarapaule (from the band Oak (http://www.myspace.com/oaksounds) who is also a Burlington soul-satisfyer but now they are playing in a fast-times Velvet Underground cover band) talked to me last night and pointed out that the past two weeks have been like, the greatest days in Burlington, and I'm glad she articulated it because now I'm feeling it even stronger. I love the people here, I love the things that happen here. For the moment I even love the weather! I hope everyone is feeling the love and the strength and the breezes, pleases. I love you, have a great day!
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Monday, November 3rd, 2008
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Hey how was everyone's Halloween?
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Saturday, October 25th, 2008
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I am not allowed in for Guy Talks which kind of sucks because I don't have anyone to have Girl Talks with. I am an odd woman out.
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Tuesday, October 21st, 2008
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It's 6 AM. I have to wake up for class usually at 7 AM. Except tonight was a special night because instead of going to bed, I spent the entire time either writhing under my covers or puking up crazy looking shit in the bathroom. I literally have not spent a full two hours in bed, much less asleep. At this point every time I feel like I'm gonna hurl again it's all just water. I'm gonna skip Art and go to Health Services as soon as they open at 8. At first I thought I just ate something funky and then I'd get it all out and be able to go back to sleep, but such was not the case. My body is so fucking weary right now and I have no idea what to do to help myself. Helplessness fucking blowwwwwwwws.
EDIT: So Health Services FINALLY got back to me ( it is 12:00, I called at 8). Apparently it's a bug that's going around, so I should just hydrate and keep all foods bland and little. Luckily, we have saltines in da house. Also luckily, I have enough tea to keep me going at least a week. That said, I am going to email my professors, pour myself another cup, curl up, and pretend I don't want to rip out my intestines. Thank you for the good wishes though!
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Monday, September 29th, 2008
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| Time: | 6:38 pm. |
| Mood: | desensitized. | | Music: | Tom Waits- The Earth Died Screaming. |
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The weirdest part about this whole stock market crash/money crisis/political overturning/blah blahblahblah is that.... well there's a lot of stuff. But I think it's pretty weird that my only knowledge of this comes from the Internet, and there isn't a really good way to make things look big and scary and world-changing on the internet. No boldface front-page, no haggard and frazzled news anchors. Just tickers on CNN.
Woo.
Don't nobody jump out a window.
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Saturday, September 6th, 2008
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Question: Would it be considered awkward on any fronts if a girl was to go to a party hosted by other girls (she doesn't know) who invited her male friend, and she was to go with four other boys? I'd say yes, which is why I am sitting here. Also parties are scary.
EDIT: 4:08 AM. Though a series of odd connections and episodes of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, I ended up not only at said party (for a half second, and it seemed pretty lame anyway) but at a far better and extremely extreme dance party in a basement. Sweatysweaty, good fun. Dance parties are totally sweet.
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Friday, August 29th, 2008
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Sarah Palin's husband looks exactly like Murray from Flight of the Conchords.
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Thursday, August 28th, 2008
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Vermont is really FUN
Living/Learning Program Directors are FRIENDLY
and I can't wait for the rest of my friends to get here.
This year will be different, but good. Really really good. I hope.
It is brisk outside. I'm going to bed.
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Wednesday, July 9th, 2008
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Hey, guys, can we all make a pact to wear helmets when we ride places? Helmet hair is the newest, hippest, punxest thing to have, as far as I'm concerned.
Please, everyone. Helmets. Safety is cool.
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I am having a great summer so far. I painted my room clorophyll, I am wearing a new shirt with butterflies on it, and I just can't get enough of Tom Waits.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EOrG1r3S6ZA
Things to strive for in the coming weeks/months:
1) Make more money, spend less money (Working at a record label is fun beans, yo (http://lostgoldmusic.com/))
(1.5.) Shredding papez at a surgeon's office is less beans, but still money
2) Start doing some dang art again
3) Practice/take lessons: guitar, piano (or the 19-key toy keyboard), drums
4) Bike until I have thighs of steel and can go up the tallest mountains
(4.5) Bike up some tall mountains?
5) Take the starter rock climbing class at Go Vertical, learn to belay, get legit
6) Be able to run at a respectable pace for more than 7 minutes at a time
7) Sk8boardzz
8) Pay for transportation to Pitchfork/ Ticket for Folk Fest and not be $300 in debt after
Not in that order. Tonight is the solstice! Howl at the moon till you can't howl no more.
Tom Waits.
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Does anyone know if those gain-weight-really-fast bars actually exist? And are available for sale?
I promise I'm not going to use them maliciously.
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There goes freshman year of college!
Weird. Super weird. This is a really nice way to "end" things, because you know it'll all just start up again in a mere 3.5 months. Time to make money, make music, learn how to skateboard, and sit and sweat under the shady humidity of southeastern Pennsylvania. Then time to come back to the green mountains.
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| Time: | 12:41 pm. |
| Music: | The Teachings of Don Juan. |
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My teapot sings to me when I put hot water in it. It's not science, it's music.
Last night I went to a party that started off with a potluck, and afterwards Shane stayed over until six o'clock. We talked for four hours until we weren't drunk anymore.
This place is great. I keep feeling like all these "monumentous" "endings" that have been happening so frequently recently are like, the end to the book or something, but it's not, and it's a little freaky. Keeeeeep onnnnnnnn truckin'.
It is dreary doldrums outside, but tonight is Iron Man and/or late-showing Clash documentary, and tomorrow is all you can eat Indian buffet.
Tea's ready!
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Wednesday, April 9th, 2008
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BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRREDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
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