This weekend I saw Walk the Line and Harry Potter, both of which were phenomenal movies up until the last scene. I didn't feel like my time was wasted (I didn't pay for either, but they hit the almost 3 hour mark, so time is a factor).
Most importantly, there is a movie coming out about penguins that tapdance to hip hop.
ANYONE who knows the history knows how excited (and slightly pathetic because of the levels of excitement) that makes me.
Secondly, Blind Date. Personally, I like Elimidate better, but I completely forgot about the hall of same that Blind Date offers. So, at 4 this morning, there I was laughing out loud alone in my room at Roger Dodge and the therapist.
Heretofore in my family, the term "play date" has been changed to "Scheduled socialization time" because 11 year olds do not go on play dates and they definitely do not like referring to their food as tiny animal... She's almost at the age.
21 November 2005
18 November 2005
I try desperately not to be a music snob. I know a lot, I like a lot, and I can find a positive for just about every song.
I do, however, have two major pet peeves when it comes to music snobbery:
1. People who say, "No one listens to the same music I do." If no one else listened to it, they wouldn't be making it. And unless you're creating your own Yoko-style howlings/found object instrumentals and recording them, someone else is making it.
2. People who harass me about what I'm listening to or am in love with at the moment and then pop up with it in their myspace profile eons later. Well, that isn't specific to myspace profile music, but they try to introduce me to my favorite song from 3 months ago. Now I know how my dad felt when I got into Aerosmith like 8 years ago.
By the by, if you have never listened to the Talking Heads, "Road to Nowhere," you ought to. And if you've loved it forever, I'm not trying to tell you I discovered it.
I do, however, have two major pet peeves when it comes to music snobbery:
1. People who say, "No one listens to the same music I do." If no one else listened to it, they wouldn't be making it. And unless you're creating your own Yoko-style howlings/found object instrumentals and recording them, someone else is making it.
2. People who harass me about what I'm listening to or am in love with at the moment and then pop up with it in their myspace profile eons later. Well, that isn't specific to myspace profile music, but they try to introduce me to my favorite song from 3 months ago. Now I know how my dad felt when I got into Aerosmith like 8 years ago.
By the by, if you have never listened to the Talking Heads, "Road to Nowhere," you ought to. And if you've loved it forever, I'm not trying to tell you I discovered it.
16 November 2005
14 November 2005
Your girlfriend could have been an burn victim, an amputee, or a dead body...
Slowly but surely, I am unearthing my bedroom. If I have one major fault in the housekeeping department, it's that I'm a packrat. A horrible, horrible packrat. Today I started on what was, in theory, going to be a reading corner. It has my older-than-god comfy chair, two book shelves, and a mountain of shit that hasn't seen daylight since 1999 (when my bed was in that corner of the room). Cleaning that part of the room is a messy task, physically, emotionally and psychologically.
Long story short and illustrated, I found a ton of amnesia lane things... which will be catalogued, duplicated in file firm, and promptly thrown out. Well, most of them will be promptly thrown out. I mean, who can resist?
I don't remember why, but the I hate Matt Gangi Club had about 43 members. We probably could have applied for funding. By the by, Matthew is one of my best friends. And I don't think anyone hates him. Well, at least no one has ever expressed their hatred of him in front of me, which is smart on their parts, because I'd kick their ass.
Best Amnesia lane quote, I do believe coming form Dan Clinton: "We used to hide under our desks from these people and now they're being taken hostage by chickens..." In reference to either the Russians or Germans.
Long story short and illustrated, I found a ton of amnesia lane things... which will be catalogued, duplicated in file firm, and promptly thrown out. Well, most of them will be promptly thrown out. I mean, who can resist?
I don't remember why, but the I hate Matt Gangi Club had about 43 members. We probably could have applied for funding. By the by, Matthew is one of my best friends. And I don't think anyone hates him. Well, at least no one has ever expressed their hatred of him in front of me, which is smart on their parts, because I'd kick their ass.
Best Amnesia lane quote, I do believe coming form Dan Clinton: "We used to hide under our desks from these people and now they're being taken hostage by chickens..." In reference to either the Russians or Germans.
After some research, the answer to eh posed question is because my mother is using the damned toothbrush. I told her it is unsanitary and gross. Bacteria, bristle decay, so on.
All I learned from this ordeal is that I know a lot of things about seemingly useless topics. i.e. the lifespan of a toothbrush or boycut jeans.
tomorrow is sharona part 2.2.
And, on that note, did anyone else see the end of last nights Simpsons. I hope you thought of me.
Fun things. My mother had surgery on Friday. I figured she has surgery before the weekend, takes some time to heal, goes back to work. On Thursday night, I found out this wasn't the case. Hence, my mother and I are home ALL WEEK together. There is nothing longer and more irritating than a week with my mom and me. We don't talk, we have inquisitions.
I don't like being asked prying questions. I'd rather go about my own business and not have to explain it.
Would a woodchuck actually sound like Dave Coulier?
All I learned from this ordeal is that I know a lot of things about seemingly useless topics. i.e. the lifespan of a toothbrush or boycut jeans.
tomorrow is sharona part 2.2.
And, on that note, did anyone else see the end of last nights Simpsons. I hope you thought of me.
Fun things. My mother had surgery on Friday. I figured she has surgery before the weekend, takes some time to heal, goes back to work. On Thursday night, I found out this wasn't the case. Hence, my mother and I are home ALL WEEK together. There is nothing longer and more irritating than a week with my mom and me. We don't talk, we have inquisitions.
I don't like being asked prying questions. I'd rather go about my own business and not have to explain it.
Would a woodchuck actually sound like Dave Coulier?
09 November 2005
07 November 2005
baby's breath and rubber gloves
Somehow, even though we looked incredible, I managed not to get a picture of Cait, Mere and I at Cait's party. Hence, we have a fairly accurate artist's rendition (meaning I drew it in about 3 minutestime and transposed our heads on the picture).
The party was interesting. A couple of Cait's friends were rubbing me the heinously wrong way, but that's why they're her friends and not mine.
My dreams have gotten stranger and more frequent. Last night I fell asleep watching the simpsons and woke up dripping sweat an hour later after "Abduction Dream 3". Friday night I had a dream about barhopping, 2 Ian Fulletons and slitting the throat of a bad transvestite with a paring knife (in all fairness, s/he was trying to beat me about the face with a hammer).
Prior to that we had former male friend theater, featuring Roger, Scott, Gordon, Ken, My boyfriend from right before college and Dany Wolfe. This is a weeks worth of dreams. I wouldn't have ever gone back to sleep if they were all in one. I think that is my equivalent of the naked test taking dream. They were really mundane dreams about crazy things, but not the norm considering who they are. I mean, Scott was trying to convince a carload of people that he had traded his audi in for the beater Volvo (which he had stolen out of a parking lot at the mall) because it got better gas mileage. It ended up being a hobo's car. It was a very Scott argument, tone and languagewise, there were even accurate hand movements.
If I didn't like sleep so much, I wouldn't do it anymore.
On a lighter note, I had a Sharona encounter. I feel so dirty.
The party was interesting. A couple of Cait's friends were rubbing me the heinously wrong way, but that's why they're her friends and not mine.
My dreams have gotten stranger and more frequent. Last night I fell asleep watching the simpsons and woke up dripping sweat an hour later after "Abduction Dream 3". Friday night I had a dream about barhopping, 2 Ian Fulletons and slitting the throat of a bad transvestite with a paring knife (in all fairness, s/he was trying to beat me about the face with a hammer).
Prior to that we had former male friend theater, featuring Roger, Scott, Gordon, Ken, My boyfriend from right before college and Dany Wolfe. This is a weeks worth of dreams. I wouldn't have ever gone back to sleep if they were all in one. I think that is my equivalent of the naked test taking dream. They were really mundane dreams about crazy things, but not the norm considering who they are. I mean, Scott was trying to convince a carload of people that he had traded his audi in for the beater Volvo (which he had stolen out of a parking lot at the mall) because it got better gas mileage. It ended up being a hobo's car. It was a very Scott argument, tone and languagewise, there were even accurate hand movements.
If I didn't like sleep so much, I wouldn't do it anymore.
On a lighter note, I had a Sharona encounter. I feel so dirty.
29 October 2005
Maximillian and thoughts on drinking.
Firstly, I decided last week that I was boycotting the traditional Erin Halloween this year. The last 8 were kind of harsh and I'm looking forward to taking Marissa trick-or-treating.
Second, I'm losing the lip ring and most likely my nose piercing as well. Probably for good. My allergies are nuts and I hate getting nose bleeds. My teeth and Jaw are suffering. And, honestly, what's the point.
Also, I can barely open my mouth because I have been clenching/grinding my teeth at night. It feels as appetizing as it sounds. My jaw makes a grinding sound.
Cait, my dad and I went to see saw2 on Friday. Decent flick. Minimal scary pig face. The junkie is back in it. It features Donny Wahlberg, and, as if that weren't a good enough reason to shell out an exorbitant amount for 93 minutes of your life, in the first scene a man is given the option to slice his eye open or have his face slammed in something that Cait made a "man in the iron mask" joke about.
I have spent the better part of the week giving my kitten stern scoldings. Topics range from why we don't drink out of the toilet to scratching the furniture means you're getting your talons cut to personal hygiene and why not to sit in the litter box to, finally, why you should not stick your ass in another cat's face and expect a rim job. He is the grossest cat ever. And I LOVE him.
So, thoughts on drinking: a series of top 5s.
Favorite people to get wasted with:
5. Topher--All nonsense aside, who else will tolerate a drinking game made up to Center Stage
4. Mike Carnes--a) can dance, b) sings ridiculous 80s music c) "I don't even know where my mouth is, why are you asking me about quarters?"
3. Matthew--He's the only one to appear on all three lists. It's like drinking with my brother... if I had a brother to compare him to.
2. Jason--Who else could convince me it is perfectly normal and fine to walk trough sand and pine needles and gravel GUSHING blood from my foot carrying boxes of Cheese cracker, granola bars and fruit at 230 am
1. Tied between Tara and Aaron Shute-- And in all honesty, when it was happening, it was kind of a package deal. let's discuss. Sean Young. Pigtails. Finish the basement booze night (aka, try to get tara into bed night). And all of us has slept with vega in a semistupor on more than one occasion.
Favorite Drunk people:
5. Kerri Locke--I like her normally, But she is even nicer, funnier, and sweeter after a few drinks.
4. Cindy Gill--"Erin, I can't do my belt."
3. Matthew.
2. Nicole/Kristin--I even like their drunk dialing.
1. Matt Cocoran--Some of the reasons, done perfectly by Roger.
Least Least Favorite Drunk People ever:
5. Danny--but only because he is always drunk faster than me.
4. Janine--Stupid things get done EVERY time and I spent the better part of several morning afters convincing her that she did not become a joke and that who ever either wouldn't remember whichever minor infraction or didn't care. "If I were going to kill you and leave the body, I would have parked closer to the dumpster."
3. Matthew--his decibels increase according to his alcohol intake. DIzio, Loompis, We Lose, Bullshit... The list goes on. Also, he is less likely to refer to me as Donkey when he's sober because he knows how much I hate it.
2. Stephanie--in her defense she's young. But, jesus, I hope she grows into or out of it.
1. The criers--I'm thinking of one in particular, but it's an entire race of girls who drink, hurl, drunk dial, and ball their eyes out. I hate seeing people cry and I like it even less when I have to listen and pretend to be interested and care about whichever life crisis we're working on.
and, so I'm not off the hook,
My top 5 stupidest drunk moments:
5. Kissing the midget.
4. New Years 05, which had potential to be disastrous with Gordon and ended up being tumultuous with Scott instead. Hindsight says, "5 hours and 20 beers does not make you a good judge of character." Won't lie, had a lot of fun.
3. Almost breaking my toe on a rocking chair, bleeding profusely and shortly thereafter passing out on the stairs while waiting for the bathroom to be unoccupied so I could continue puking.
2. BLACK LIKE THE DEVIL!
1. Memorial Day at Marshbag's--Don't remember the particulars, but I picked a fight and got banished to the basement. Dude, I'm the fucking machine. Was still drunk when I got home two hours later, after eating, drinking water and passing out in the car.
Contemplate this:
Second, I'm losing the lip ring and most likely my nose piercing as well. Probably for good. My allergies are nuts and I hate getting nose bleeds. My teeth and Jaw are suffering. And, honestly, what's the point.
Also, I can barely open my mouth because I have been clenching/grinding my teeth at night. It feels as appetizing as it sounds. My jaw makes a grinding sound.
Cait, my dad and I went to see saw2 on Friday. Decent flick. Minimal scary pig face. The junkie is back in it. It features Donny Wahlberg, and, as if that weren't a good enough reason to shell out an exorbitant amount for 93 minutes of your life, in the first scene a man is given the option to slice his eye open or have his face slammed in something that Cait made a "man in the iron mask" joke about.
I have spent the better part of the week giving my kitten stern scoldings. Topics range from why we don't drink out of the toilet to scratching the furniture means you're getting your talons cut to personal hygiene and why not to sit in the litter box to, finally, why you should not stick your ass in another cat's face and expect a rim job. He is the grossest cat ever. And I LOVE him.
So, thoughts on drinking: a series of top 5s.
Favorite people to get wasted with:
5. Topher--All nonsense aside, who else will tolerate a drinking game made up to Center Stage
4. Mike Carnes--a) can dance, b) sings ridiculous 80s music c) "I don't even know where my mouth is, why are you asking me about quarters?"
3. Matthew--He's the only one to appear on all three lists. It's like drinking with my brother... if I had a brother to compare him to.
2. Jason--Who else could convince me it is perfectly normal and fine to walk trough sand and pine needles and gravel GUSHING blood from my foot carrying boxes of Cheese cracker, granola bars and fruit at 230 am
1. Tied between Tara and Aaron Shute-- And in all honesty, when it was happening, it was kind of a package deal. let's discuss. Sean Young. Pigtails. Finish the basement booze night (aka, try to get tara into bed night). And all of us has slept with vega in a semistupor on more than one occasion.
Favorite Drunk people:
5. Kerri Locke--I like her normally, But she is even nicer, funnier, and sweeter after a few drinks.
4. Cindy Gill--"Erin, I can't do my belt."
3. Matthew.
2. Nicole/Kristin--I even like their drunk dialing.
1. Matt Cocoran--Some of the reasons, done perfectly by Roger.
Least Least Favorite Drunk People ever:
5. Danny--but only because he is always drunk faster than me.
4. Janine--Stupid things get done EVERY time and I spent the better part of several morning afters convincing her that she did not become a joke and that who ever either wouldn't remember whichever minor infraction or didn't care. "If I were going to kill you and leave the body, I would have parked closer to the dumpster."
3. Matthew--his decibels increase according to his alcohol intake. DIzio, Loompis, We Lose, Bullshit... The list goes on. Also, he is less likely to refer to me as Donkey when he's sober because he knows how much I hate it.
2. Stephanie--in her defense she's young. But, jesus, I hope she grows into or out of it.
1. The criers--I'm thinking of one in particular, but it's an entire race of girls who drink, hurl, drunk dial, and ball their eyes out. I hate seeing people cry and I like it even less when I have to listen and pretend to be interested and care about whichever life crisis we're working on.
and, so I'm not off the hook,
My top 5 stupidest drunk moments:
5. Kissing the midget.
4. New Years 05, which had potential to be disastrous with Gordon and ended up being tumultuous with Scott instead. Hindsight says, "5 hours and 20 beers does not make you a good judge of character." Won't lie, had a lot of fun.
3. Almost breaking my toe on a rocking chair, bleeding profusely and shortly thereafter passing out on the stairs while waiting for the bathroom to be unoccupied so I could continue puking.
2. BLACK LIKE THE DEVIL!
1. Memorial Day at Marshbag's--Don't remember the particulars, but I picked a fight and got banished to the basement. Dude, I'm the fucking machine. Was still drunk when I got home two hours later, after eating, drinking water and passing out in the car.
Contemplate this:
02 October 2005
I can't see a thing through my eyes that sting...
Yesterday was Octoberfest...
It was kind of a rip of, but very fun. I went with Aaron Shute, Jen Pugliese, Jay and Jay's friend Ian, not Ian Fullerton, though, which made me sad.
I was wasted by 4:30p. I didn't go to bed until 4:30a.
There were some amazing cameos... By Strout and NICKY THE COUCH!!!
And of course, there are pictures.
Things there aren't pictures of:
The man with toilet paper stuck to his foot for eternity who then somehow passes the paper to his female companion, where it stayed for another 5 minutes.
Getting knocked down in the hallway of jay's apartment by Ian and screaming about it at the top of my lungs. I don't remember how I got down there or why, but I have a ginormous bruise.
Me breaking all of my nails, save one, at different points in the evening.
At some juncture, Jay called Scott and left an amazing message.
The Tow truck guys who thought I should go get Aaron Shute's car, even though I could barely stand up.
Me falling asleep sitting up at the kitchen table watching Matt and Gorassi play rummy.
Fashion Faux Pas
me and couchy
"Hey, I know you... wait, I know you!"
awkward.....
Jen, starting (or finishing) off the night
That Kid, meaning Ian
I don't remember this.
this either
All in all, it was a really fun night and I needed it.
It was kind of a rip of, but very fun. I went with Aaron Shute, Jen Pugliese, Jay and Jay's friend Ian, not Ian Fullerton, though, which made me sad.
I was wasted by 4:30p. I didn't go to bed until 4:30a.
There were some amazing cameos... By Strout and NICKY THE COUCH!!!
And of course, there are pictures.
Things there aren't pictures of:
The man with toilet paper stuck to his foot for eternity who then somehow passes the paper to his female companion, where it stayed for another 5 minutes.
Getting knocked down in the hallway of jay's apartment by Ian and screaming about it at the top of my lungs. I don't remember how I got down there or why, but I have a ginormous bruise.
Me breaking all of my nails, save one, at different points in the evening.
At some juncture, Jay called Scott and left an amazing message.
The Tow truck guys who thought I should go get Aaron Shute's car, even though I could barely stand up.
Me falling asleep sitting up at the kitchen table watching Matt and Gorassi play rummy.
Fashion Faux Pas
me and couchy
"Hey, I know you... wait, I know you!"
awkward.....
Jen, starting (or finishing) off the night
That Kid, meaning Ian
I don't remember this.
this either
All in all, it was a really fun night and I needed it.
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