Sunday, September 17, 2006

two years too late to the party.

I would just like to first off mention that September 29th is the new August 1st. I almost don't fucking care that the Fray lied to me and the video for "How to Save a Life" is nowhere to be found. The issue is dead to me because the season premiere's of my latest two obsessions "Degrassi: TNG [that's short for The Next Generation]" and "South of Nowhere" are premiering on September 29th. They keep on showing snippet's and I can't even fucking wait.

On Friday I stayed home, because I'm totally pre-aging my liver and I can't bounce back like I used to. I started watching the movie "Friday Night Lights" because I remembered when it first came out and was getting generally positive reviews. Plus Kyle Chandler, who I had a mini-crush on in high school, gets his own show this season on the movie. Or I should say a tv show based on a movie based on a book based on a true story. Mouthful.

While I was watching the movie though I kept on being brought out of the story because I kept on thinking how great the music being played was, and wondering if I knew who it was.

So of course I googled it up and found out I didn't know. Though all the music had been done by a group called Explosions in the Sky.

Of course I had to go to my reliable source to download some songs - including their own website.

They are totally my new crack. And I was a little ashamed that they have become pretty known since the movie came out in 2004. Shame on me. What kind of music snob am I?

Well, I'll be making up for it by listening rather exclusively to them over the next week or so I'm sure.

Something else to get me through the next semester.

Verizon already has my soul. And I have to admit that I'm kind of okay with that considering that once I finally fucking got my phone, and had to immediately go to a Verizon store and get another battery that I have been getting consistent coverage. Everywhere except for my bathroom, and no one wants to talk in there really.

Seriously though. Check out Explosions in the Sky. They're an awesome band.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

i sold my soul to verizon.

I have taken a huge leap into adulthood.

Wait for it. Slowly. Quietly. Okay, so the subject title is a dead give-away, but today I sold my soul to Verizon. I'm still not sure if this was the best thing to do, nor am I not sure that I won't be going through buyers remorse.

Until this point my mother has been paying my T-Mobile cell phone bill. Because the phone is in her name, and the bill gets sent to her. I know. Spoiled.

It was definitely one of those things where I was supposed to send her a monthly check - but seeing as I'm incapable of mailing jackshit, it rarely happened.

When I was visiting at the end of August, she got it into her head thinking about switching to Verizon. And earlier this summer when I had, like, a week of reception, I became spoiled. So then I'm of course thinking about how now, I'm going to have to start paying my own bill. So I looked up and found out that I have a staff discount, and then my mom of course started wavering.

I bit the bullet though and switched. In part because I really need reception, and it's time I become an adult, and because with this final, bloody crawl to the finish line of my grad school and job, I'm going to need constant contact and support from CBF. Waiting until 9 can sometimes be a pain in the ass. Especially when one of us passes the fuck out from fatigue sometimes at like 8.

I'm still not sure how I feel about this, or if I can even afford it, but I think it is for the best. Granted I wanted to switch to Cingular, but CBF just renewed his plan, and seriously, other than a few key people in my life, everyone and their fucking mother has Verizon. It's going to be totally weird trying to keep track of minutes!

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

seriously? that kind of day?

Let me just start off with a disclaimer: This post is being written by a person who is having a kind of bad day already and is grumpy and there is probably going to be a profundity of swearing in the post. If you don't like it - fuck off.

I think The fucking Fray lied to me on their website. August first has come and gone, and I've wasted fucking hours looking for the video. I mean we're talking right around midnight on Monday (just in case it came out early), yesterday during the day, and finally past midnight tonight. Wait - let's not forget right now. The Fray are currently dead to me. What's even more fucking annoying is that I can't even find on their website anymore where they mentioned that it was going to be on Vh1 on the 1st. So now? The hate because I'm now being forced to question my own sanity - something that is never a good idea.

So fine, I guess a long awaited video not showing up isn't exactly the end of the world. But lack of sleep is making me grumpy. Along with the fact that I can't seem to wake up on time this week, constantly forcing me to get ready in a rush - and look like I've gotten ready in a rush. I'm just surprised CHC hasn't been all, "So it's humid out, huh?" concerning the hair. I also have a headache and then spilled boiling hot crappy free office coffee all over my hand and the floor. Cleaning that up is never fun.

See, and I was totally going to post about Killer's awesome return to an annual art show and the subsequent debauchery that included me in a levitating stripper cage as well as a stripper kissing me.

Fucking headache and stupid fucking Fray making it worse. I'm also assuming that since the area has been deemed hotter than Hades, that it may be exacerbating the bad mood.

Good news though: New Project Runway tonight!

Thursday, July 27, 2006

it's amazing what sleep can do.

I never really do get enough sleep. Mostly that has to do with grad school and then going out on the weekends and staying out until the wee hours of the morning. Or, you know, staying up until the wee hours of the morning watching shit on my FauxVo.

I've been particularly struggling these past few days. It might have to do with the fact that I didn't get much sleep in Atlanta, nor did I get very good sleep when I did sleep. You know how you never really feel rested with that alcohol sleep? You know, you wake up, still feel groggy. It doesn't help when both days you also have to wake up at like 10 in the morning after staying up well past midnight.

In class on Monday night my head was doing that inadvertent head bob thing. You know where you're sitting up and it just kind of snaps down a little? Yeah. That one. I was sitting there physically trying to keep my eyes open with my hands and my head would still do the snap bob. Unfortunately I didn't have anyone sitting in front of me either to sort of shield my behaviour. And because my professor was once a spy for the CIA I figure he's probably more observant than the normal professor. It took the dude sitting next to me to mention first being a missionary, and then elaborating and mentioning being a Mormon missionary. Really? Like, really? Where the hell did that come from? Could explain the very gauche white tube socks with black shoes and black slacks. Though that can't necessarily be forgiven.

Anywho, so I didn't really have the chance to catch up on sleep because of a paper due last night, either on Monday or Tuesday. So last night after class and watching a little TV I went to bed at 10:30. I mean it was totally bizarre. It did take a little while to fall asleep and then I was wide awake first at 2 in the morning and then 5 in the morning. And then I woke up before my alarm clock. But shit, I've finally got energy today.

I'm also the only peppy person in my cubicle space right now. I think I might be a touch annoying right now, but I'm just pumped that I've got energy. Hopefully I can actually achieve work work today!

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

i want to marry gavin newsom!

Okay, so I mentioned this to a co-worker over lunch today and she was all, "Who?" and I was all, "Really? The Mayor of San Francisco!!"

Not only is Gavin Newsom available, (sorry about the divorce) but he's smokin' hot (okay, I'm a smidge ashamed I just used such an outdated and lame phrase), seemingly an awesome and laid-back person, the Mayor of one of the best cities in the world (and I'm not just saying that because I was born there), but he's also a Democrat who has done much for the LGBT rights movement and sticks to his guns.

In a recent interview with Rolling Stone magazine (I mean, really, what other magazine, right?) he spoke frankly about the gay marriage issue and most of the pussy-footing Democrats who refuse to stick by their beliefs for fear of their voting demographic.

As a taste of the interview:

Newsom had strong words for his fellow Democrats: Stop lying to the American people. Newsom claims, based on first hand knowledge, that the “vast majority” of congressional Dems favor gay marriage, but they lack the “moral courage” to say so.

The entire Q & A is here. It's a necessary read, and Gavin Newsom should be celebrated for his courage, and of course, let's not forget his hotness!

Seriously. I want to marry this man.

Oh, and just in case anyone is interested, my cheesy feel good song of the moment in an attempt to power me through my work is "Always" by Erasure.

Monday, July 17, 2006

august first can't come soon enough.

So one of the coolest songs right now, despite the fact that everyone and their mother is using it in their TV show, though I do believe Grey's Anatomy was the coolest one to use it first, is The Fray's "How to Save a Life." It's a really good song, and was used really well in an awesome episode of "Scrubs" though calling it awesome is pretty much a given.

I digress though. I think we've, or really I've, discussed how sad and pathetic and a bitch I am to 'the N' network now. Anyway, you know you've reached low levels when you're listening to podcasts of two of the people who kind of run the website. Granted they sometimes talk to cast members of their shows (Hello! Interviews with Degrassi cast members! And I'm just waiting for them to talk to someone from South of Nowhere) but sometimes it's just the guy and girl talk media. What's nice though is that they are older and they make media references I know I get, but I'm sure it's lost on half the population.

The greatest thing EVER is that I heard in the podcast that two actors from "South of Nowhere" are going to be in the Fray's video for "How to Save a Life!" Most importantly, one of the two actors is Matt Cohen. Pretty much the hottest man on earth. I don't want to know that he's dumb as bricks, or potentially not that great of an actor, he's fucking beautiful.

So after I stop breathing for a few minutes I immediately search for the video. Unfortunately it's not coming out until August 1st.

Seriously? In this hot hot summer it's something to totally look forward to. Great song, hopefully hot video!

Sunday, July 16, 2006

cheesy often means nostalgia.

Wow, I'm actually posting again. Clearly this must mean I'm procrastinating! Though this time it has gone to extreme lengths as I've actually cleaned as well! Crazy crazy crazy!

Even crazier? I'm going to visit Mrs. B in a hotter more humid place for my summer vacation? Though in all fairness, with the impending heat wave about to linger for th upcoming week, it'll probably be less humid and cooler. Who'da thought that, huh?

So as I should currently be writing two articles for my internship and reading for class tomorrow night and starting a rough draft of my paper for this class because I will be out of town next weekend, I've naturally become sucked into the vortex that is Vh1's "I love the ___" In this case it's the 70s take 2. I don't know why I can NEVER fucking stop watching them. Clearly it has a lot to do with some of the funnier people like Michael Ian Black and Rachel Harris. Interestingly enough there was a total slut that I went to college with that shared her name, but I digress. Then of course there is the inclusion of Genevieve Gorder in this one, and if I were to have a girl crush on anyone it would be her. She seems like she'd be the coolest person to hang out with and I love the rooms she designed on Trading Spaces. I mean, is that show even still on?

Okay, fine. It is. And the only reason I know that is because I watched an episode last night in my procrastination. So instead of going out and supporting the fucking awesome Lauren Hoffman at a local bar, you know, instead of travelling like 300 miles round trip in one night to do so, I stay at home under the pretense of studying. Or reading. Or writing. Clearly watch TV instead and download a bunch of songs.

My most favourite one right now? Foreigner's "I Want to Know What Love is." I can't even describe how much I love this song, and I know 50% stems from the nostalgia factors. My dad would pretty much listen to those easy listening stations in the Bay Area when I was a kid, and you could not listen to the radio for five minutes without listening to this song. Ergo, fucking love this song. Yes, it's totally cheesy, but I love it. Plus, it totally busts out in the end. I mean if you're in your car by yourself, you are totally lying if you don't totally sing along in the end.

Saddest part of this story? The reason I was reminded of this song was because a 'funny' promo for the upcoming season for "Flava of Love" used it. Stupid commercial, despite the inronic attempt, but great song.

I'm hoping to seriously get started on something, anything, before the sun sets. I'm such a fucking procrastinator.

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

because killer had more luck with hers.

Seriously. I feel like I can do this for hours - and it's always fun to see what other people have for music as well. And granted I am a tidge jealous that Killer's turned out better her second time around.

So let's do this!

Opening Credits: Make Someone Happy by Jimmy Durante

Waking Up: Undertow by Ivy (Seriously?! Come on!)

Average Day: Faith I Do Believe by Rusted Root (Clearly my iTunes loves Rusted Root - I wish I did as much as it did!)

First Date: No Alternative by DJ Sinister (maybe if I was still a raver...)

Falling in Love: It's a Sin by The Pet Shop Boys (Okay - kind of funny - plus total 80s synth beat I can never deny)

Fight Scene: Short Circuit by Daft Punk (like the song - especially when it breaks down halfway through - but only if we were robot fighting would this work!)

Breaking Up: The Way That You Love Me by Paula Abdul

Getting Back Together: Bittersweet Symphony by The Verve

Secret Love: You Don't Like Me Anyway by Joe Purdy [this is slowly getting better]

Life's Okay: C-C (You Set The Fire in Me) by Tom Vek

Mental Breakdown: Hands Up by Black Eyed Peas

Driving: Sweet Music by Kylie Minogue

Deep Thought: Don't Be Cruel by Elvis Presley

Flashback: Tropics of Love by Black Heart Procession

Partying: Freed From Desire by Gala (YES!!!!)

Happy Dance: Leave by JoJo (I'm mortified)

Regretting: All I Want is You by U2

Long Night Alone: Everything is Everything by Phoenix

Death Scene: Black, White, Tan by Nicole C. Mullen (heh)

Clearly totally doing this again tomorrow - perhaps twice!

Now the conundrum is whether to kitty sit for a friend who lives in the boonies. It's like, I'm a fucking loser because all my plans fell through for this weekend and I could always do with more money - but I don't know if I want to be a stranded loser. It'd be nice to think I could always do something if I wanted - even if all of my friends are out of town. Quite the conundrum...

let's do this at work.

See how it changes up with my iTunes at work...

Opening Credits: Looking Out For Number One by Unknown

Waking Up: Turn Off/Turn On by Mascott

Average Day: Hello, I Love You by The Cure

First Date: Fantasy by Black Box

Falling in Love: Which Will by Nick Drake

Fight Scene: Rising Falling Rising by SJD

Breaking Up: When the Roses Bloom Again by Laura Cantrell

Getting Back Together: Say Hello Wave Goodbye by David Gray

Secret Love: Crazy Train by The Waifs

Life's Okay: 1 in the Morning by The Waifs

Mental Breakdown: St. Augustine's Road by Mt. Egypt

Driving: We Looked Like Giants by Death Cab for Cutie (Awesome song that fits finally!)

Deep Thought: Back at One by Brian McKnight

Flashback: Gold Lion (Nick Zimmer Remix) by Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Partying: 2 Times by Ann Lee

Happy Dance: Scorchio (Full Length Version) by Sasha & Emerson

Regretting: Stay Where You Are by Ambulance Ltd

Long Night Alone: Theme for a Wordless Moment by Blamstrain

Death Scene: On and On by Co Co Beaux

So...not much better. I'm totally addicted to this!

your ex-lover is dead.

So...you know how sometimes you'll discover a song that you're obsessed with, and you're all, 'shit son, I've got to download that song for 99 cents!' and then you realize you actually have the song and it's like the coolest thing - especially when you got the download off of one of the sites you read daily? Yeah, it's like finding a five dollar bill.

Watching the Degrassi finale I was like, this is a great song, and I finally got around to looking up what song it was - and realized that it was a song I had that I kept on skipping on my iPod because I was unfamiliar with the song and usually in the morning, the most important time I'm listening to my iPod I need something to pump me up. It was even a song I kept on saying to myself I should delete, I mean "my ex-lover's dead," really? Really?

Turns out I'm like obsessed with the song now and I'm annoyed that my cursory searches haven't found me a band website run by the the band (Stars). Seems the word is just a tidge too common - and granted I haven't put that much effort into it yet, but I want it to be like one of the top five when I put 'Stars' into google. I digress though. Despite the fact it's an awesome fucking song - so now I have to think about buying the album. And figuring out still where and when I downloaded the song.

It's time to take two with that awesome fun little game though!

Especially because it's the best procrastination and my final paper is due on Friday. I know, already!

Opening Credits: Big Pimpin'/Papercut by Jay-Z and Linkin Park

Waking Up: I Only Have Eyes for You by Billie Holliday

Average Day: Miss World by Flunk

First Date: Your Body is My Body by Ellien Allen

Falling in Love: Radio by Robbie Williams

Fight Scene: (Such An) Easy Question by Elvis Presley

Breaking Up: Breaking the Girl by The Red Hot Chili Peppers

Getting Back Together: Moonlight Shadow by Dj Mystik

Secret Love: The Concept by The Cranberries

Life's Okay: Blood on Our Hands (Justice Remix) by Death from Above 1979

Mental Breakdown: Mid-March Blues by Kate Maki

Driving: Falling by Jamiroquai

Deept Thought: Stick to the Status Quo by The High School Musical Cast

Flashback: Tides (Carl Craig Remix) by Beanfield featuring Bajka

Partying: Go to Hell, Miss Rydell by Pelle Carlberg

Happy Dance: Scorchio (Edit) by Sasha & Emerson

Regretting: Waiting on an Angel by Ben Harper

Long Night Alone: Just What I Needed by Damone

Death Scene: King of My Castle by Wamdue Project

Dude. I'm so going to have to do this every day until I get like 50% right.

Saturday, June 24, 2006

something silly.

Now, I rarely if ever do this type of shit - but this one has to do with music and I started just doing it, and it was kind of fun so I decided to do it and I'm essentially cribbing it from another website, but I figure it's all good. Especially since no one really reads this blog - but that starts to get into ethics and blah dee fucking blah I've already spent a whole day talking about them for class and I'm just pumped to be out.

So! Here are the instructions: Open your choice of music player [iTunes, Limewire, Kazaa, Windows Media Player etc] and put it on shuffle. Press play. For every question type the song that’s on. And when you go to a new question press the next button. DONT CHEAT or it won’t be fun.

Opening Credits: One Evening by Feist.

Waking Up: Fill Me With Your Light by Clem Snide.

Average Day: Dead Souls by Nine Inch Nails.

First Date: Getting Hit on at the Bank by The Briefs (okay - that's kind of funny).

Falling in Love: Be My Angel by Mazzy Star

Fight Scene: Cruel Sun by Rusted Root (sucky! fight song).

Breaking Up: Drinking in L.A. by Bran Van 3000.

Getting Back Together: Believe by Voodoo Warriors of Love (um...the name of the band is much more fitting than the actual song).

Secret Love: Don't Panic by Coldplay (Love this song though - I believe it's been played over 600 times on my iTunes player at work).

Life's Okay: How to Save a Life by The Fray (good song! and somewhat fitting!).

Mental Breakdown: Breakaway by Kelly Clarckson (ha!).

Driving: Photobooth by Death Cab for Cutie (this is becoming less fun as this goes on...I want better songs coming up).

Deep Thought: Sweet Jane by The Velvet Underground.

Flashback: Swing My Way (Remix) by K.P. & Envyi

Partying: All I Need (Radio Edit) by Morgan Page

Happy Dance: Take Me Tonight by Alexander (yeah. That's the first winner of Germany's version of American Idol, or I should say Pop Idol since the Brits were first).

Regretting: Let's Get it On by Marvin Gaye

Long Night Alone: Everything I Said by The Cranberries

Death Scene: Who Needs Sleep by The Barenaked Ladies (okay that's pretty awesome).

I'm so doing this again tomorrow.

Oh - Germany fucking won today! WoooooooooooT!!!!

TooooooooRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!

Friday, June 23, 2006

deep dark confession time.

I have become totally, inappropriately obsessed with another show.

I'm not sure if it's because it's summer time and all my favourite shows are on repeat or just not fucking on right now.

Or if it's because repeats of the show - that I have yet to see - are on repeat, like, all. the. time.

Or, perhaps that I'm another network's bitch. Goodbye Showtime! Hello The n.

I'm a little ashamed. Scratch that, I'm a little embarassed. I mean it is a channel targeted at teens, but I actually don't give a fuck right now. It's home to like my favourite shows right now. South of Nowhere? Check! Summerland repeats? Check! (Though I do have to say that I don't enjoy re-watching them as much as I thought. I'm not even fauxvo-ing them). Most importantly right now? Degrassi: The Next Generation? Check! Check! Check!

I don't even know how it happened. I know I started watching The n for South of Nowhere (hottest guy on TV hands down - plus fun storyline. You can't go wrong), and then there were these other guilty pleasures, and it was a small Degrassi episode here when you're hung over and using the remote from the bed and don't have the energy to angle the remote just right - hello studio life! - and another procrastinating episode there, and a cute gay boy character and BAM! I'm sucked right in.

I mean obsessed. Oh and don't forget to add in the peppiest theme song like ever! and you have the greatest guilty pleasure fo the summer. I mean I fucking heart Canadians right now. Thank you for providing me with this entertainmnet.

Granted, with my job job, school work, internship I don't necessarily have the time - but I'm LOVING it! This might have to do with the fact that I don't have the time to be watching it, so it's a little like stealing out of the cookie jar - but seriously? A high school show that deals with among other things: abortion, gay bashing, awful hair cuts and fashions, school shootings, bullying, eating disorders, inter-affairs, mental disorders, cutting...you can imagine it's pretty fucking awesome. Thanks Canucks!

Loving a high school show this much is really my deep dark secret for the summer. It's fucking good stuff though. As Killer said, "Good thing you can't download this on iTunes!"

Damn straight. I'm poor enough as it is. It is next Friday yet?

Friday, June 09, 2006

couldn't resist!

This is for Stretch!

And I think the funniest line is the mention that sales went down from 2004 to 2005. It's like Stretch left town and suddenly their sales dropped!

tor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Germany has won the first match against Costa Rica 4 to 2!!!!

It's killing me that I can't watch the games! Luckily I was able to watch part of the first half when I happened upon a game playing in one of the buildings where I had to drop off a form.

Thank goodness it went to half time otherwise I think I might have stayed until the end of the game. Which? Wouldn't look so good at the job!

I fucking LOVE this time of the year. It gets so exciting!

I did a little victory loop around the office with fists raised!

It also kills me, sitting and looking at the page, waiting for the update!

People. It doesn't get better than this!

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

the final countdown!!!

It's that time again. What time is that you ask? Now a good guess would be to assume something about school work - but more importanly you'd be wrong.

It's that fucking amazing time again - World Cup Time Bitches!!!!

It's only a few days away and I can't even stand it!

It does make me sad though that there are so few here that are excited about it. Growing up time would stop during the World Cup. Your social life would revolve around the World Cup. Everyone would meet up downtown to watch the games together - or even with your family members and really was the only thing worth talking about.

The sheer energy was what made it so much more fun - and I still miss it to this day - just not the same here. Though it's been pretty cool meeting at least two other people recently that are really into it.

Only a few days away - and it makes me terribly sad that I won't be in Germany for any of games, much less attending the games, but at least I have my team Germany shirt that will be getting lots of use during the two weeks. People will be all, um, you're kind of rocking that shirt too much!

On a side note, how fucking cute is the Brangelina baby. Teeny tiny adorable. Good on you! No one has seen Suri yet - does she really exist?

Monday, May 08, 2006

imdb pro gives me bad ideas.

Clearly in my obsession for all things entertainment, I will hit imdb at least once a day. I mean, ever since high school it's been one of my favourite sites, and I think that you say when it becomes both a verb and noun in everyone's vocabulary and a tool to solve childish debates between friends: "No way. I'm going to totally imdb that shit!" Then you can safely say that it's an awesome place.

Of course there isn't just imdb but IMDB Pro. A paid monthly or annual site where you can find out the extra stuff - such as stars and pretty much everyone's contact information. Clearly not like their home address but their publicist's, talent managers...pretty much anyone surrounding them as a buffer. Clearly us civilians really have no need to be paying for that information. I mean, really.

Except for an assignment I had for a class this semester where I had to do tons of calling to these people to try and secure an interview or a quote. You get a free two week period that I've clearly passed now, and I 'm not even quite sure how to quit the service.

With the extra time on my hands, scratch that, replace with my procrastination time, idle time, time I spend on imdb I start to wonder specifically which publicist might be Reese Witherspoon's or more specifically my celebrity obsession at the moment: Matt Cohen. I mean we're talking past words how fucking hot he is. Not necessarily the best actor, but it's hard to tell with some of the lines he's given, but then I saw him as a small role on The OC and it actually might be him. Any-way. I digress.

I was curious about who his contact agents were and I saw that it was a smaller firm (quelle fucking suprise on that one), and it gave me ideas. Spedifically that I could totally call his agent to request an interview for a bogus paper for this class. Not good.

IMDB pro is defiitely not giving me any good ideas.

Most importantly: not helping me get my work done.

Friday, May 05, 2006

check that off my list!

Just in case the puppy pictures were beguiling and making you think this blog has changed to a family friendly (I kind of hate those two words together) little place with no debauchery. You would be wrong. I mean, this is still the place where I've pretty much written an ode to strippers.

I know, I know. On with the debauchery.

So, one of the last times I hung out with Killer & Drummer, Drummer mentioned how she had been at the most recent Drag King show and blah dee fucking blah. I realized I hadn't been to a King show in a really fucking long time. Mostly because they're at an inopportune time (Wednesday nights? Really? Really?) and you know, finding willing participants. No one wants to go to a King show by themselves, and the fact that they only occur monthly at this particular location. I mean an event that never starts punctually, so it really starts closer to 11 and in the middle of the fucking week? As a grad student this pretty much means the event is out during the semester. Luckily it's the end of the semester.

Clearly this would normally mean it would have been out of the fucking question you fucking jackhole! but luckily I've dug my head in the sand and think that with one assignment left, and due on Tuesday that all is good. Especially when my professor, who at the beginning of the semester said he was 'fucking petty' (twice. And whilst looking directly at me essentially both times. Winning this man over, to ambivalence, was a feat of itself. I mean, really, you complain about the reading you need to do for your introductory class in front of the professor because you don't know he's the professor because they've had to hire outside the department, and suddenly you're the bad student. Reading. For. The. Introductory. Class. In five words explains my outrage.) was just like, make edits to the rough versions you've done and staple it. Yeah. Thanks for that motivational speech bub. Since I've finished the work for my other class I've essentially been gliding since that final. Fuck. Me. Well, that might be a poor choice of words. But. That'd be jumping ahead.

So in my extreme procrastination point last week, I was all, 'Hey. I bet there is a King show coming up soon.' (Okay, I knew there was one. I mean they're on the first Wednesday of each month. Kind of hard to miss that. But we're talking procrastination tactics and I need to even try and convince myself.) So, long story short(er), I mention the big ole fundraising theme and kind of convince them to go. Despite my not officially being done. But then? Who knew I'd be feeling like death warmed over the next day. Or at least, that wasn't in the plan.

Fast-forward a week later and we're meeting up to go the event. This includes some drinking of course, and so we go to the bar where when you order a rail alcohol drink it's essentially a cup of liquor and a teeny tiny soda bottle on the side. Fucking, love. it. Love even more? Our waiter. Who was fucking adorable and only charged me for two drinks, in lieu of four, and Drummer, one instead of two. Officially: Awesome!

So of course I'm banking on my bankable and having the bourbon. I love the bourbon and the bourbon loves me. Due to of course, drama, because really? Somehow it tends to follow Killer, especially when Killer and Drummer are together, because it's the cheap date that never leaves them, but we get to the event a little bit late. And I am totally cruising a big happy bourbon buzz. It's fucking magic, telling you, magic!!

So, we enter the event and I am all smiles and when I'm waiting for Killer and Drummer to pass through security I am looking in to the event and notice a cute girl kind of checking me out and smiling at me, so of course I smile back. And I think I should take this moment to digress and say that ever since the L word (dead to me. Fuck you Fucking Ilene Chaiken), first season of course, I've kind of wanted to have a hot chick hit on me. It's a thing. Anywho.

So the show is in full swing and per usual, it's pretty fucking fun. The crowd is always really into it and though some performers are not as good as others, because some are fucking outstanding, it's fun to watch and watch the crowd interact with the performer. Plus? Who doesn't love giving the dollar bills? I think that I might have a problem with that, because love giving the dollars to performers. Anyway. So we get there and I see some people from my internship last summer and it's one of those, do you not say hi or do you? type of things, where the answer essentially is, you do. So I'm chit-chatting, catching up, fun times. So I'm standing in one part watching and I see the girl I noticed before sidle up next to me. By herself. Then I notice from the periphery of my vision that she keeps on looking at met. And then? This really might be awesome-est part of the story. Plus, the memory is still clear.

So, (and this totally deserves a new paragraph) she has her hair in this cute ponytail, and she reaches back and takes her hair tie out and does this hair shake. You know that one they show in the hair pimpomercials on TV? I was all, woah, and kind of got nervous and walked away. But totally check that hot girl flirting with me off the list. Oh, and the next time I saw her? She totally had her hair up again. And when she would pass me by she was all 'hey' with smile. So, clearly the next time in order for a total check off my list I'm going to have to have the gumption to engage in flirty conversation.

So...the show ends and like, people must get a memo because I noticed the last time as well that right when the show was ending tons more people, read: gay boys and straight boys and girls, stream into the club. This is also I believe the point where I first officially lose Killer and Drummer, where I wander. And interestingly enough, I do kind of wander but am still having a good time because people were like the friendliest people ever! Like a very, 'dance with me' kind of vibe.

And this is where the night turns awesome, is that usually with that much liquor in me, and fun music playing, I am all about the dancing and I was a dancing fool. Fool! I tell you. Plus? I love me so cute gay boys, and they're always the best dancers too! Killer said that at one point she and Drummer looked over at me and I was surrounded by gay boys and they were all, 'yeah. Karen's in heaven.' Check check!

I do have to admit that this is the point where things get a tidge fuzzy-ish. You know, where it's like moments, rather than an entire knowledge of where everything fits into a sequential timeline? And you're remembering more details the next day as it progresses? I continued drinking at the club and I partly blame that on Killer and Drummer, because what do you do when you don't have anyone to talk to? Drink!

Anyway, I remember a conversation with Drummer's friend (who is a King) and I have no idea how we started conversing...I believe it entailed her calling me over as she saw me wandering looking for the two (notice the theme people) and me, in my exuberance (because what's that other thing you do with the drinking? Like make everything the most extreme version of something. Like, I like me some puppies. Well, okay, I fucking love puppies, but in the drunk version, it's all puppies are the greatest thing to happen to humankind. Puppies are awesome! Puppies cure diseases! Anyway, I decide for some reason to confess (I must be feeling Madonna's new album) that I was the person behind Drummer asking her if this other girl had a girlfriend or not last summer. Confusing, right? So, my semi girl-crush on this girl (and really? It was more like I wanted to woo her. Kind of fucked up. But in a funny way. Last summer was a tidge slower than I was used to. So, this little crush turns into me saying I'm obessed with her. The crush, not the King I was talking to. Due to the fact that it's a fundraiser it's a give a dollar get a kiss from a King and this other King stops by and I give her a dollar, but am all, uh yeah no, I'm good. And so the Drummer King, not the cup King, was then all, 'Wait. But you're not gay, right?' I was like, well...no. Kind of kills the story and kind of made her look at me quizzically. Sweet!

And I also do a pretty good job of kind of proving that point when I somehow start talking to 'Jared' (because I didn't ever get his name or I totally forgot) and I believe some friends. There might have been dancing with him. I like to stress the might part, because at the end of the night, fuzzier.

And because we're all rockstars. On a Fucking. Wednesday. Night. We close the club down and we all mill out, and I'm still with Jared. And this is where I become a slore. We just start like making out on the street. I do have to say that I was good enough to actually not go off with him to his apartment. Though he tried really really hard. I swear Jared was about ready to club me over the head and drag me off - though he literally almost did try dragging. Granted, mixed signals of yeah, I have to stay with my friends, but let's just molest each other on the street in public!

After I rejoin Killer and Drummer and King and the actual Drama Bringer we take our walk back to the car that included a recap of the evening's events. laughter, and kind of made Killer think it was like one of those 80s movies. You know where you're all like walking in the street and there's been drama, there's been fun, it's ENTERTAINMENT people! And nobody got pregnant either! Score! Or check check check!


Perhaps the most shocking thing should really be that I found a at least somewhat straight guy to make-out with at a gay club. This no actual knowing of names but 'let's make out in public' thing might just be my new schtick.

I should totally work it out this summer.

Thursday, April 27, 2006

cutest. puppy. ever. take 2!

So, because I'm in such a good mood because I feel like it's the end of the semester. Despite the fact that I still have one big project left - I decided to bring on some more cuteness.

Also, because, you know, Dakota really is the cutest puppy ever.

So I convinced my mom to send some more pictures. Granted the one with the cat doesn't represent the cuteness, but it does show how tiny he is.

So I'll bring the cuteness and then go to sleep. I can't even wait! Sleep! SLEEP!!!








a new view.

I clearly have to credit Killer with making photography and other art more interesting for me. Or, you know, piquing my interest in it past, say - Annie Liebovitz - or Ansel Adams. Not to say I don't enjoy their work. It's just. Easy. If that makes sense.

Which, did you know Annie and Susan Sontag were lovers until Susan died? Who knew? The things you find out. It kind of makes Annie seem cooler. I digress.

When I was a kid I really liked art, and I especially liked to draw. Markers, watercolor, pencil, charcoal, oil paint - didn't really matter. But, as I got older (read: started drinking, smoking, and hanging out with friends in the latter years of high school) I was more interested in hanging out and I essentially thought my stuff wasn't that great. And? It wasn't. But I still loved it.

I have to admit though that I wasn't that drawn to photography as art. Or at least I didn't really think about it - and I wasn't exposed to it as thus very much.

Killer - with her preference for the photography - really opened my eyes to thinking more about photography and now I am totally digging photography and she's even teaching me to be a snob about it too.

Though...I do have to say that I still like a lot of the more mainstream stuff than she ever would.

Okay, long post short. I discovered this photography blog - I'd say around the time I was still reading every -ist created. Man, those were good times. Anyway, this guy is a photographer in the UK and I fucking love his photos. I save them for work screensaver. Sometimes you're like, really? That's a photograph? And I have no idea how he takes some of them, but I think one of the reasons I love them so much is because of the coloring. Either very vivid or blue-ish. Anyway, it's nothing shocking or earth-shattering but I love going.

Plus? I think anything that can provide a new viewpoint of something seen everyday can be enjoyable. So this was procrastination tool for the day. I guess I really should try and finish my paper for class tonight.

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

one down...

And. Well. Lots to go.

I can't even believe that I still have to try and do reading tonight and write another paper.

Fuuucckkk....

I can't believe my professor kept us the full time tonight when our 'finals' were due AND didn't even give us a break!!! I was fried and was essentially like, you've really got to be fucking kidding me.

Though I am more excited for Friday now, since we'll be doing a bit of a belated birthday celebration for Killer since half the team was out of town on her birthday.

Yay, fun for Killer's birthday!!

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

crawling to the bloody finish line.

I don't know why this semester has seemed both particularly rough and busy as well as flying by rather quickly. Like, I can't believe that I'm already crawling to the end of the fucking finish line.

Like, serious hands and knees and bloody stumps crawling, but still another semester under the belt. Though I guess the official end is still off and this fucking ridiculously time consuming journalism course is throwing me off because my final is due tomorrow.

Just in case you're wondering. Ugly has set up in my apartment and isn't planning on leaving for quite some time.

So of course that means it's time for me to procrastinate blog.

I guess it's turning into a ritual.

All I can think about though - and I know it's because I'm totally fucking stressed out - is the end of next month in NYC and seeing Shortie's play and seeing CBF and celebrating and having an awesome time.

Of course I'm not thinking about the fact that I'll have started summer classes by then, plus my internship, and of course work. Clearly Ugly will be fucking me all summer long.

Crap.

Saturday, April 22, 2006

cutest. puppy. ever.

So in mid-fall last year, my favourite dog, the best dog ever, Cody, was really old and sick and my mom had to put him down. It was a very rough time for me, as he had been my friend through many a hard things and when I still think about him too much I'll get teary, BUT he was an awesome welsh corgis.

Because of Cody's awesome personality and just because how cute they are, Welsh Corgis are the greatest. I totally want to have one when I'm more of a grown-up.

Unfortunately about two weeks ago my mom's other dog had to be put down as well. Clearly, this post doesn't seem to be the happiest one. But please refrain from slitting the wrists quite yet.

So my mom by luck found this lady with Welsh Corgi puppies (yes, the Queen's dogs) and so she found one with the greatest personality.

And I would like to introduce you to Dakota. The newest member of the family and someone I can't wait to meet!


Wednesday, April 19, 2006

new obsessions are expensive.

iTunes is essentially the work of the devil. Especially when they seem to expand upon their library introducing awesome music that you had searched for before, but then couldn't find. Especially when you can't find them on Amazon or on half.com for cheaper than 20 bucks because they're an import CD.

Plus? They totally know what they're doing with their whole just click 'buy' and don't you worry about actually adding in your credit card information so you can change your mind.

Killing me. Financially, of course. Because in reality? I totally fucking love the expanding library they have that isn't just whatever 'Joe I'm Playing it On the Radio and VH1 and it's going to be a hit dammit' is pimping for the week. I especially love it when their free songs of the week are music I've been thinking about getting, or an artist I love.

I digress. This morning on the way to work my iPod tripped upon a song I hadn't heard in a few months, reminding me how much I did indeed love the song. Like, listening to it on repeat, but I couldn't find the album on iTunes or on Amazon, and I didn't love it enough to purchase from one of the Amazon stores abroad. So I decided to check again today and they don't have the newest album by the group, or the the entire one, so you have to buy per song, but now I want to buy the album.

In a fucking fierce kind of way.

Must. Hold. Back. Especially since I haven't checked my bank account because of fear lately.

New obsessions can sometimes be painful.

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

betty sucks!

So after a rumour about there being a Betty Sucks! t-shirt, Killer and I decided this could very well actually be a possibility. Especially during one bourbon session where I described exactly what I was envisioning.

So this is partly what we were envisioning, but I think it'd fucking rock on a t-shirt. But likeness blah blah whatever isn't allowed at Cafe Press.

This would be the best t-shirt ever though. Maybe a sticker?

Monday, April 10, 2006

i feel like fucking paris hilton!

I'm currently house slash dog sitting. I think dog would be a strong word for this animal. It's like the tiniest little poodle ever.

The tiniest little poodle that could bark.

Seriously, I know small dogs are yappy but this is pretty fucking ridiculous. I arrived at the house today all ready to take a power nap and could barely get any rest because she kept on barking. I kept on trying to call out to her or get her to lie with me or you know, anything to keep her quiet. I mean I started to worry about the neighbours.

So now, the only way that I can keep her quiet is to have her physically sitting at my lap. So I'm sitting here with a tiny dog in my lap while I type at my computer. I mean I do realize I'm doing this as well because the constant barking now that it's dark is freaking me out.

Could a person buy some more curtains? Seriously. Big house and lots of windows do not make a person feel safe. Especially with a constantly yapping dog making me peek past the front door every two minutes.

Who knew accessory dogs were so high maintenace? I love dogs, and my absolute favourite dog I've had so far was a smaller dog, but this almost doesn't count as a dog. My cats have been heavier than this dog.

My cat could kick this dogs ass, so I'm not exactly thrilled with the barking and freaking out because this dog offers no extra protection. It would like, lick the burgar after barking at him.

And here I am trying to get work done. Oh well.

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

lauren. lauren. lauren.

Lauren Hoffman seemingly inexplicably will just cause me to constantly geek out.

Her current free song available from her website is a cover version of Helena and it's pretty awesome. I've been chomping at the bit for her to announce her US tour dates so I can go see her wherever she may be performing. I think she must be amazing live.

Granted, geeking out on my part lately doesn't seem to be that big of a deal. I was telling Killer over the phone tonight - due to a very convulted commonly knowing somone - and how this person provided me with The X-Files in high school. A fact I was very thankful for. I tried telling Killer how geeked out I really was and she was all, "uh. Yeah, you fucking loser. I was scared shitless of that version of you. Don't tell me more you weird weird person.' The last bit when I was trying to tell her how obsessed with the show I was. Didn't want to hear it.

Looking back on it - I'm glad there probably isn't much photographic evidence. I mean, we're not talking like flashlights, bad hair, and alien solving kits - but closer to posters of hottie David Duchovny (along with at the time smokin' Gillian Anderson, which on an even further tangent, I recently heard a bigwig type say that she was the worst interview experience they had had in their career...sad! And, seriously? Ruins an image you have of a beloved persona. Digression!) and I'm not going to overshare, but I'm sure there are people out there with dolls!

Anyway, you should listen to Lauren Hoffman do My Chemical Romance better than My Chemical Romance. And even download it for free. Even though Killer seems to be totally clueless and was ranting about how it should be free and downloadable blah, blah blah. I think this is my way of getting back at her for her lack of geek sympathy - but she's still helping to save my ass, so she rocks.

Thursday, March 30, 2006

woah.

And I don't mean that in Joey from Blossom way.

How in the hell is it 3 in the morning and I haven't started my paper yet?

Fuck me hard.

Thank goodness I'm taking Friday off.

Rough week.

Monday, March 27, 2006

cover me cobra

It's still too early to talk about the suckitude that the L word has become. I need to organize my rant, and currently I'm just tidge, scratch that, totally fucked. Again, I think I have a very strong genetic disposition for self-destruction. I mean, who needs enemies with just my own damnable behaviour?

I digress.

I'm a bitch for the 80s - mostly the good old music. I love it. Big hair bands. Ballads. Iconic songs with my favourite Brat Pack. Fucking love it all. I have to say I'm especially a sucker for those 80s love songs that were so fucking brilliant.

I believe I might hold them in higher regard due to the nostalgia attached to them, but again, I digress.

Last night, when I was supposed to be doing my work - catching up, or you know actually just fucking getting to it - I decided to play catch-up with The OC. Here's another show that was brilliant in it's first season and since then has never had the same glory. BUT! I do have to say that they are out of their second season slump - there have been some rather enjoyable episodes this season, more so than last - and most importantly Josh Schwartz gives a fuck what his audience wants. He's seemingly trying to give people a good storyline that they will enjoy. He's not giving them the big old bird all season because he can. Fuck you Ilene. I guess I had to get that out.

A big props for The OC is that, as I've mentioned before, their music is solid. So in an episode from two weeks ago they had a Foreigner cover band, that was supposed to be a Journey cover band, all of which doesn't matter except for the fact that they had a band covering "Waiting for a Girl Like You." A song I did indeed love in the day, and the cover is brilliant.

I believe this is the second cover I've posted. Fine, I know this is the second cover I've posted. Granted it's not too different, but I loved it enough that I bought it last night from iTunes and have been listening to it ever since. Kind of makes me feel better as I feel like I'm pissing my future down the drain by not doing the work I should.

Anyway, you can buy the song here. Enjoy!

Thursday, March 23, 2006

would be the best t-shirt ever!

There was a rumour that one site had t-shirts declaring "Betty Sucks." Unfortunately? Just a rumour.

Seriously though. They're like worse than your long-lost relatives that just won't leave you alone. They're like vermin in New York - they just won't fucking go away and they won't fucking die.

I primarily blame Elizabeth Ziff...who I guess is like one of the faces for fucking Gibson guitars.

Seriously? Seriously?

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

geeking out about lauren hoffman.

The CD I ordered arrived promptly from CD Baby, a site I can now fully recommend, plus? When they send you a confirmation email it's pretty fucking hilarious. I digress.

The problem that I have with buying CDs for the most part is that unless it's a compilation CD I'm often somewhat blah about quite a few of the songs. And then I'm all, "really, I just really paid X amount of dollars for this CD?" The reason why I tend to buy singles off of iTunes or try and buy the CDs used at half.com.

The Lauren Hoffman CD is so much better than just my obsession with Broken. Don't get me wrong, I still fucking love that song and can listen to it on repeat, but the rest of her CD is awesome as well. The span of genres that she straddles with her different songs astound me. I mean I'm fucking geeking out about her right now. It amazes me that she isn't signed yet in the US. I mean, even by Sub Pop or something?

Anyway, I love her voice, I love her different styles in songs, I love the instruments in her music. I mean, I'm even contemplating sending her a fan email - something I have held off of for years. Plus the fact that she's unsigned and likely to actually read the email makes me want to kind of do it. I mean, because, like some other up and coming indie band like Death Cab really needs another fan letter. Especially now. I mean I still like their new album, but I feel like they've sold out when they don't play at the 9:30 club anymore, but the DAR. I mean the Daughters of the American Revolution? Really??? I digress again.

I can't recommend buying her CD anymore. If I knew what I was doing, I'd put up sound bytes to show you how awesome the entire album is. I mean I LOVE the fact that her last song on the CD is somewhat jazzy somewhat Fiona Apple-y from her first CD, and I mean that in the Shadow Boxer version, not the Calvin Klein porn video she did.

Plus her origins in the industry are pretty fucking cool that you can see at her website, and then of course there's her myspace page (because what musician doesn't have a myspace page nowadays), though she has a more diverse jukebox to listen to her music on her homepage, and if you're in the US, you can always buy her CD for $12.25 with shipping included at CD Baby. That totally has her bio as well.

So I guess this is me geeking out, and we'll just have to see if I'll be that person by writing a letter.

ETA: She also has a weekly song available for download here, so yay!

Sunday, March 19, 2006

gay porn. who doesn't love it?

I have been watching a multitude of old Will & Grace episodes because I have lots of space on my new DVR that I can. Repeats on Lifetime! The first gay programming channel! Screw you Logo and Out TV. Though I guess with the whole cancelling thing going on at Out that they've already been screwed. I digress though.

I've always remembered this one line between Jack and Grace where he pretty much states, you like gay porn, don't you? And Grace is all, "Who doesn't?" I do have to admit that I found that line immediately funny despite the fact that I hadn't seen gay porn yet by that time. I now understand that line completely, and also find it funnier.

Because really? Who doesn't love gay porn. Hot guys making out is, well, hot!

I bring this up because I was about turn off my DVR tonight, and it switched channels early to record Grey's Anatomy, and it was that stupid Mary Alice voice-over at the end. That, as annoying as it was, sucked me in. It was talking about the different kisses, and what they say, and they panned to Andrew and his hottie boyfriend making out. My first reaction was: "Holy shit, I can't believe they went there! That's awsome!" to, "Oooh. Let me rewind and watch that again, that was hot!"

It seems to be an obvious fact, that I don't quite understand, but hot guys getting it on equals hot!

Friday, March 17, 2006

my new musical obsession.

I have to say that I often will find songs and become obsessed with them through television programs. I'm not talking about the broad, let me attempt as a music supervisor to draw you in by using a current hit, but the songs where the artist is unsigned and you're watching the scene and you're all, "woah. This is an awesome song. Who sings this?" To the point of distraction.

Often I'm assuming this isn't what a music supervisor is going for, but, you know. I take what I can. From the beginning I've found the music on the OC to be awesome, and from a rocky second season to a slightly better third, the music selection quality is essentially the only thing to remain consistent.

Another solid performer is Grey's Anatomy. Interesting tidbit? Same music supervisor. Alexandra Pat...(long Polish or something or rather than I just can't be fucked to google the spelling of right now).

On a show, that I will not even admit under duress to being totally geeked out about loving featured this song in the season finale that I immediately noticed when I was watching the season finale. That I downloaded off of iTunes. Yeah. So, recently I was able to watch the premiere, because the channel is repeating the season and I noticed the song was used again, so I decided to try and track down this little awesome song from iTunes.

Foolish, foolish was I. Firstly, it took some time. Secondly, the artist is unsigned, so she only has her myspace page, and I guess a website. You can download her stuff from iTunes Europe but not locally. Curses!

So I started listening to all of her songs on her myspace jukebox. Again, curses! that you can't download them. The craziest thing though is that as much as I love her song from the unamed show, her song "Broken" is even more awesome. So after listening to it multiple times, I decided, hey, I'll buy her CD from CDBaby. Especially since Killer is constantly harassing me about how important it is to support indie artists. This was her explanation for buring SOME Ray LaMontagne but not the entire album.

So I splurged, and really? The CD is only 10 bucks, and shipping is less than 3. Steal. Especially since I like all of her songs, but at the moment, the musical obsession is "Broken" by Lauren Hoffman.

As a side note, I'm going to be pissed if much music or whatever has her stuff because I have 100 free songs for switching to DirecTV, and totally didn't think of this fact until now...

Oh well. I suggest you check out her myspace website to listen to her stuff, and then her personal website. Perk alert! She's from the local DC area!

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

so maybe ilene misheard me?

I said the show was probably dead to me. Not Dana.

It seems even the New York Times weighed in on the death of main characters in television shows.

The L word is pretty much dead to me. Except for the fact that I keep on recording it, and want to know what happens in each episode - just in case it reclaims the brilliance of season 1.

I think this is what it is like being in a relationship with an addict or where a loved person is an abuser. You keep on waiting for that person to get better because you remember how awesome that person once was. How you loved them. How funny they were. How entertaining and you see in that shell of a person the original person they were. Except unfortunately they're not.

Except this time? The virus is a creative team being led by Fucking Ilene Chaiken! (yup, that's her full name) and Fucking ezgirl! (I don't even really blame the rest of Betty anymore, but if thy're indeed feeling left out, Fuck You Betty! You too might be in a co-dependent relationship where you allow that untalented, delusional Elizabeth Ziff to run your creative products...I don't give a fuck if you made your start in DC. You all fucking suck).

So, you know, Dana was killed last night. I had known this would happen from the beginning, and I was pissed, but I was even more pissed that Erin Daniels supposedly wanted out. I thought, 'twat.' Granted, the show was going downhill, but the rumours were that she wanted out. She didn't like playing a lesbian anymore. She wanted more money. She was tired of the show. Blah dee fucking blah.

Fucking Ilene Chaiken killed off the funniest character. Well. She was during season one - and a good part during season two. Granted it would piss me off that Erin Daniels couldn't finish a match much less a set because she became too fucking skinny. But? Understandable.

Fucking Ilene Chaiken fucking fired Erin Daniels. Poor Erin Daniels. It was probably because she was the straightest cast member who was 'unknown' before starting the show.

Perhaps what makes killing off a main character is that it was done so poorly. I didn't cry. And despite the fact that a few short years ago it took an animal psychic talking to a dead animal to make me cry, lately it's been the opposite. The change coming early? Who the hell knows - but shit pulls at the heart strings easily now.

I had nothing - and from what I've read elsewhere, I'm not the only one.

Most are ranting about how they hated the storyline, they hate Ilene Chaiken, and the producers. Which? Yes. And not just for the Dana storyline. I understand wanting to address breast cancer. It's an absolutely important issue. I hate them for making my once favourite show unrecognizable. A shell of its former self. For taking something brilliant and making it perhaps one of the worst shows on television.

Just because you like to have your shit rile everyone up Fucking Ilene Chaiken doesn't mean it doesn't stink.

You. And your fucking team. Fucking Suck. You're proving nothing creatively. Gah. Too much anger right now.

Thursday, March 09, 2006

happy international women's day!

Go here to get good links and info!

undergrads suck.

I was in the bathroom during the break in seminar tonight and three undergrad girls were talking discussing whether they really were going to be let out of class early.

One essentially said, I hope we're out by nine because I can't get ahold of anyone and I need to go the liquor store.

Bitch.

Wednesdays always pretty much suck for me.

And, today is no exception, though Sam Beam is currently helping me through the rough period. And no. That's not a typo about Jim Beam. That'd be AWE-SOME though. Who doesn't love a little bourbon.

I don't know why it seems to be a countdown to Fridays this semester. Burn-out already?

On another note, in a complete surprise, Chloe won Project Runway, my new guilty pleasure. I was positive it was going to be Daniel V. or Santino. In no way did I expect Chloe to even be in the running. Especially since her clothes kind of looked like crap, or as Santino said, "Like a couch was coming at ya."

I love Chloe because she's this cute, little tiny package who seemed like a pretty awesome person and generally pretty talented, but her final show was rather crap, and so I'm not sure how I feel about her winning. I did have to love though how she's like, what?, 4 feet tall, or could at least qualify for disability benefits because of her height and she picked the tallest model. So everytime they're standing next to each other she looks like a fucking hobbit. I don't know, maybe I keep on expecting her to start going on about her 'precious' patterns.

I do have to say, after Daniel's seemingly sudden transformation into an arrogant jackass last week, I guess I should just be happy with him not winning. Especially since his smug fucking interviews would seem that much worse considering I'm sure they taped their segments afterwards.

Oh the fuck well. It's 3 to 3. I guess I should be trying to finish my paper.

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

self-destructive behaviour.

Seriously, who needs enemies when you have yourself?

I was talking to CBF tonight and mentioned how I was positive that I had a pattern of self-destructive behaviour. And I mean, really!!! This is above and beyond procrastination and if I'm not fucking working at this hour then I should at least be sleeping.

A waste of fucking flesh is what I am right now.

I should be drunk.

I wish I could be drunk.

That'd be fucking awesome!

I think what makes it worse too is the knowledge that Killer is going to an opening at one of my favourite art spaces and is drinking different Irish beers tomorrow.

For free.

What a twat.

Someone else who is a twat? Stretch.

Promises, promises, promises.

She's become the girl who has cried wolf, except, she should be on her, like tenth visit if she ever came when she was supposed to. And suddenly, this is a dirty post. Okay. Never wanted to go there.

Happy thoughts. That include my new DVR. And space for 100 hours of programming. And the capability of recording two different things at the same time. I fucking love you!

I wonder if there is therapy for self-destructive behaviour? Would it even make a difference?

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

wine bar, attempt #2.

There is this awesome, awesome, awesome wine bar that I love to go to that is essentially in my neighbourhood. Pretty much discovered it when Stretch was still living in the city and went as often as possible. Which? Not so frequent.

There are some minuses in the column for the wine bar.

A tidge pricey. But come on (Sorry. I've been watching quite of a bit of Arrested Development lately. Love me some GOB, even though I seem to be the only one). It's a wine bar. You're going to be paying more than the local honky tonk.

It's difficult to access for those that don't live in my neighbourhood.

Closes at midnight.

So...hard to convince people to come 'all the way' to my neighbourhood to go to. Plus? I think Stretch is one of the few who loves it as much as I do.

Let's pass past the negatives.

Positives?

Awesome ambiance. Awesome music. Awesome waitstaff (really it's just the same dude. I feel bad for him. Like, try and get a new job buddy!). Awesome drink menu.

And the total plus? Whenever people do venture there, we have always had an awesome time. Just ask PMF.

Anyway.

Since CBF's visits are always so brief, there is never the opportunity to swing by because it's not really the place you pop into before going out for the night.

Because that would be expensive.

Anyway, one of the things I've been really excited about is introducing CBF to the wine bar.

The game plan had been that we would go Tuesday night because we'd have a lot of time, and we wouldn't be going out out for the evening.

Plan? Failed.

We started off so well. Meal planned accordingly. Roasted garlic and baked brie for those interested. Started off with the wine. 2 bottles of red for those interested.

It kind of went south when we were talking, drinking, and watching American Idol and after finishing the two bottles decided to have a tidge of margarita.

CBF was all, I don't think I can go back to wine. I realized we were too stuffed and probably too tipsy to be making our way to the bar anyway.

So now?

We're planning on meeting there after my class tonight. Hopefully it'll happen.

Damn those addictive margaritas.

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

why i hate CBF a little.

It's been rather distracting and difficult being at work today knowing the CBF is at home. Doing nothing. More so that he's here, and at my apartment just hanging out, because I wish that I could be hanging out with him.

It's a little more annoying when I call him for the second time in the morning at about 11:30 and he admits that he's having some of the awesome, perfect margarita. In a cereal bowl.

Before noon.

Hate.

Then? When I call back at 2:30 and he admits that he just woke up from a nap, which he believes was induced by the margarita.

Hate.

I want to be home having margs.

They really are that awesome.

Oh. And I want to see CBF of course as well.

Saturday, February 18, 2006

addicted to a bucket of margarita.

I'm so excited I can't even stand it.

CBF is going to be here in 7 hours.

I feel like it's been for-fucking-ever since I've seen him.

So my stomach was having a party tonight - due to the fact that I had a variety of different things to eat. Some of which included 2 to 3 year-old peanut butter on a piece of toast...

Yeah. I know.

So my stomach was NOT doing well...and as I was on the phone with CBF and mentioned that I thought the frozen margarita's would be really good for my stomach.

So. I started.

And then just kept on going because I forgot how fucking awesome they are.

I can't even begin to say how tasty and awesome they are.

Addicted.

CBF is ocming!!!!

Mimosa's at 7 tomorrow morning!

Thursday, February 16, 2006

if you cut me...

I will bleed caffeinated soda.

Mountain Dew specifically.

In the past 48 hours I've essentially consumed 8 liters of the stuff. Which? I just figured that out - and it makes me feel ill.

Especially since I didn't add in to that equation about a liter of Coke Zero.

What must my liver be like?

Why must I even ask that question?

Surprisingly? I'm still blinking.

breaking news!

Stop the presses. Cheney takes blame for shooting his friend!

Well..yeah. You actually pulled the trigger Mr. Vice-President! I mean you're supposed to be careful and responsible when, you know, brandishing a weapon in the name of sport. He was wearing a bright orange jersey. You're supposed to know where the two other people are when you're hunting.

This totally reminds me of one of my favourite "Friends" episodes from the second season where Rachel is upset with Monica who she believes has gone behind her back and says the awesomest line: "I'm sorry. Did my back hurt your knife?"

Ha!

"I'm sorry, did my face get in the way of your gun?"

crappy commentators.

So...still procrrastinating.

I love the Olympics. I especially love the Winter Olympics. Especially the ice skating. In high school my sister and I taped the ice skating so we could re-watch.

Yeah...so I might have been a tidge of a dork. But the Olympics effing rock.

So I've been sad that I haven't been able to watch them yet because of my fucking schedule so far. So, of course I'm sitting on my couch now with my computer 'working' on my paper.

Something I've re-discovered already is how incredibly fucking crappy the commentators always are at the Olympics. I mean, really, where the fuck do they hire these people from? Though the best was how awful Katie Couric was at the winter Olympics four years ago at the opening ceremony. I mean acting surprised that Brazil was participating and mentioning frozen bananas? Before Arressted Development even started? Totally culturally insensitive.

So the only event on right now is of course fucking ski jumping. I mean when I'm procrastinating I'd like to see my favourite event. That's right. Ice skating. Anywho.

The commentator just said that watching the Austrians was like watching paint dry. What???? Who the fuck says that about a sport? Just because they're reliable?

Can I be a commentator? It sounds like I'm qualified - I'm breathing.

i must be procrastinating.

So, even though each week so far this semester, other than the first of course...or make that the second since I was still figuring my classes out the first and fighting off jet-lag, has seemed to be the worst, I officially declare this the worst. Though two weeks ago was pretty fucking horrible. This week though I had to prepare an oral presentation and assignment for class tonight and now I'm supposedly working on a paper due tomorrow - along with a book.

Fuck. Me.

Though it's one of those things where I'm still pretty giddy because CBF is coming this weekend (sweeettt!!!!) and I'm going to my favourite bar on Friday where hopefully CBC will be working.

These things, coupled with the fact that I was able to find the. best. margarita mix ever! that I had at my Aunt's over Christmas for CBF makes it all the sweeter.

Wait? What's that you say? Alcoholic? I'm sorry. I can't hear you.

So yesterday I was about to pop-off from work. Or I should say run off to try and get a start on my school work when my phone rang - it was a flower delivery woman who wanted me to come downstairs to pick up a flower delivery. But I should wait 10 minutes because she was stuck in traffic.

What type of fucking ghetto flower delivery service is this!

Didn't matter though because it still was pretty awesome to get flowers, though it was late in the day, and they were pretty fucking awesome too. CBF rocks. As he said on the phone last night, "Everyone should get flowers for Valentine's Day." Awww. He melts my cold, jaded, sarcastic heart.

Here they are!

Sunday, February 12, 2006

how is it past nine already?

You know, you organize, you procrastinate, and suddenly it's already after fucking nine at night.

My grandmother called today to ask if I was snowed in.

I wish.

CBF said that New York broke some sort of record for snowfall. Unfortunately nothing is cancelled for him. Sucky for him because of course, even though all the streets are fine, schools are either closed or starting late.

I was hoping my work would be cancelled, but really? That hasn't happened since the big storm of Valentine's in oh-three. It's a 'lost' weekend if you will. A weekend that dare not be spoken of. Stretch starts to tic a little when it's mentioned. Though it was also the weekend I was introduced to the fact that "I Can't Believe it's Not Butter!" actually had a spray model.

That someone was eating.

On pancakes.

Really? Really!!! I mean if you're eating pancakes, just have the fucking butter or margarine. You don't need to pick up your pancake and spray it with the fake butter. I guess the company wasn't really thinking about the fact that nozzle sprays don't really work at an extreme angle.

I mean I've accomplished some things today: finally! found the margarita mix in a bucket that's fucking awesome, bought margarita glasses, bought a real trash can, bought groceries for the week.

The problem is that I didn't actually use any of the time to be doing my school work, which is the actual necessary part. And I know I'm shortly going to be watching Grey's Anatomy because I've been waiting all week for the episode.

I should not only be doing my schoolwork, of which I have two written assignments, an oral presentation and reading (!), but for some reason I'm not really that stressed out.

This is a bad thing.

That, of course coupled with the fact that I'm spending money both like it's my job and like it's going out of style. "Wait, so you're saying for just double the price I can have a stainless steel garbage instead of a plastic one? Perfect!" Margarita glasses because that will obviously make them taste better? Pur-fect!

I have GOT to get to work.

Thursday, February 09, 2006

the return of my true love.

BBC America is like crack.

I've always loved BBC America. The programming, the british accents. I mean, really, you can't go wrong. Plus the nostalgia effect where it has programs that I watched on the BBC in high school, because it was one of the few channels that had programming in English.

When I was living at home with my mom the summer after college graduation and I was totally unemployed and upset about the whole matter, I would spend hours watching BBC America. Half of them, determined to pick up a British accent a la Madonna, but totally better.

CBF can confirm that I totally suck at accents, and I might have mentioned this already, but always end up sound Indian or Pakistani after, like, two words.

It's really rather humiliating.

Still, hours of programming that include "Coupling," which, in its first few seasons rocked. The US version should never have aired, but the British version rocked. I caught up on a few episodes at my sister's over Thanksgiving, and with one key character replaced it isn't as funny. But there are still some joyful episodes and moments.

I should add as a disclaimer here that I'm totally procrastinating again before my evening class. Trend!

When I first moved to DC with Stretch and Killer included and into a seemingly lovely house, with just one very large catch of having two Spanish speaking ladies living in the hovel of a basement, we still had BBC America. This, of course was because we didn't forsee that having to have more packages with Spanish programming that we were paying for definitely did not make up for saving $100 in rent. No fucking way. Plus the extra that we paid in utlities? We were fucking fleeced by our landlord. I'm still bitter and angry.

Any. Fucking. Way.

We had BBC America - though it was overall less enjoyable because it was one of those requirements and we didn't get any local channels because (Fuck you Dish Network!) it cost more for local and our package was the basest option with no cool extra channels because we were already paying through the nose for a Spanish package as well that was like every Spanish language channel that is broadcasting in the fucking world.

Which is how I ended up spending so much time watching the fucking Disney channel. And of course BBC America. Which? Sometimes doesn't play your favourite shows as often as you would like.

Then I could only get cable through Comcast in my apartment. Which? I've been now paying through the nose for. Fuck you Comcast!

I've been contemplating for awhile, especially since prices went up again...I mean really basic cable here people with HBO and it's like $75 each month. And it kills me.

So I decided today to switch to Direct TV because it's much cheaper and I'm not going to lie, because it has more channels that include BBC America!!!!

BBC America is coming back!!

I can't even contain how excited I am. Not to mention the 21.99 for first three months with 'packages' of HBO, Showtime, and Starz (just enough time to finish up the L word...if I ever watch again) and even if I kept them, it'd still be the same price I'm paying now!

And? Free installation. And? Free DVR! And???? A free portable DVD player.

I love me some Direct TV!

I LOOOVE me so BBC America. Especially now that they're playing Footballer's Wives and this new show I want to watch called Mile High, and there's this other awesome show called My Family that I watched over Christmas that was hilarious and was suddenly on all the time in Germany too!

Giddy bitches. GIDD-fucking-Y!

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

stretch is awesome.

Stretch is my hero!

Stretch rocks!!

I was on my 'death bed' the past few days; rocking a 103.7 fever at one point and general light headedness and coughing and illness. As CBF said when we were on the phone and I was telling him about the fever and that I just lying in bed doing nothing. No reading. No listening to music. No TV on in the background. And I was fine. CBF was all, "Call 911!"

Anyway, somehow Stretch (I'm guessing through Killer) found out I was sick and she sent me a free e-card that was awesome, hoping I would get better.

When I finally got my mail today for the first time in days there was a get-better card. Like an actual card that required a stamp.

That my friends is an awesome friend.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

nur ein wort.

Okay, so the title? Like a double meaning.

It means 'just one word' in German.

Stretch has been harassing me about not having posted in like...for-fucking-ever. So whilst we were on the phone last night and I thought my hand was freezing to my phone in the claw position (thanks! weather.com for miscalculating how cold it was going to be assholes), I decided to try and please her, to motivate her to visit I would post.

SO! Here we are. Here I am. Procrastinating before class that starts in 40 minutes. So...it might not be all about Stretch.

It has to be brief (catching the theme yet??), but I'm obsessed with this German pop band called Wir Sind Helden. I think they've always had catchy tunes, but over Christmas there was this one tune called "Nur Ein Wort," that is like the catchiest tune ever!

Now that my office mate is gone, I've been busting out singing along to it. Here's the video (just pick what type of player you have...it's a fun video), and you can also buy it on iTunes US Edition.

Awesome!

See? That was one word!