http://www.stuffonmycat.com/
Blitzen Trapper (and their cover of "Star Me Kitten")
23 December 2008
What The Queers Are Doing To The Soil
Okay, here's what I think about the whole gay rights thing.
...when did we make them non-people, again? Where exactly, in our super-special-awesome country-governing documents does it say "all men are created equal unless they publicly admit to not being interested in sticking their penis in a vagina, in which case we should beat them and otherwise treat them worse than we'd treat an animal"?
This is not okay to do to anyone. Anyone at all.
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20081223/ap_on_re_us/lesbian_rape
So I'm a lady, right? I think all rapists should have their sexual organs removed. Seriously. If that was the punishment, do you think rape would happen? No. It would not. You know why I think that? Because I've been there. And every time I see this guy, this rapist, around campus, my hands get clammy, I feel dizzy and ill, and my body surges with such a mix of fear and anger that I shake. The nuance of emotions, the sick dry tang of ungodly anguish, that's something a woman can never explain to someone who hasn't been raped. You can use words and try, but my god, unless they're in your head, they'll never quite get it. To be raped is to be completely, utterly dehumanized. And it's not okay. Not for men, for women, for straights, for gays, blacks, whites, Latinos, ANYONE. For a woman to be raped BECAUSE SHE IS GAY... The men who did this are the most ignorant shits on the face of the planet. In my mind, they are well on their way to becoming Hitler - dehumanizing an entire group of people out of completely irrational prejudice.
Okay, we know about Prop 8, yadda yadda, so I'm gonna skip to the fun part. In California, RIGHT NOW, people are trying to nullify the marriages of already-wedded same-sex couples. [FUCKING ASS WADS.] Seriously? You really think forced divorce is helping preserve the sanctity of marriage? This is a SHIT argument. There is NO LOGIC INVOLVED IN IT. As a bumper sticker I once saw so aptly put it, "Your prejudice is your own. Don't blame God."
Take this: http://www.couragecampaign.org/page/content/dontdivorce
Have you ever seen the Last Temptation of Christ? It is quite definitely one of the finest films I've ever seen. I cite this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=747U-5FclqM
That's all I have to say to you hypoChrists.
And on top of that, THERE IS A SEPARATION OF CHURCH AND STATE. Christian ideals do not necessarily apply to the significant portion of the United States' population which does not, in fact, believe in Christ.
Want to know something fun? I'm a pantheist. Specifically, a naturalistic pantheist. Interestingly, I think Jesus was in general a pretty cool dude. He said some pretty awesome things which I feel go under the radar way too much today. You know, like the Beatitudes? The Sermon on the Mount? "Blessed are those persecuted seeking righteousness"? Theirs is the kingdom of God. Did you know that? "Judge not lest ye be judged." It's good stuff. Read it. Especially if you're gonna try to preach it.
My father is an uncommonly wise man. He once said something to this effect: "It is easy to let your personal morals and religious beliefs influence your political motives. It is easy to sign into law a document stating that a woman cannot decide whether to have an abortion or use contraceptives. It is easy to sign into law a document declaring that two people who love one another cannot marry based on the body parts they were born with. It is correct to persuade. It is correct to use logic, to use facts. Cut the ethos, cut the pathos, skip to logos. Convince a woman not to have an abortion; convince a man that to marry his love is wrong. It is easy to generalize; it is correct to deal individually with those who do not agree with you. As humans our lives are full of choices between what is correct and what is easy; and no matter how we lean politicaly, we must always aspire to choose what is right."*
This is my fear: that homosexuality itself will become a crime. I fear it will be like witchcraft. Because it is not like skin colour, it is not like ethnic background, it is not apparent when looking at a person. Will men and women be accused of homosexuality, brought to trial, be poorly defended and prosecuted with bogus evidence, then imprisoned or put to death? I see it coming, and I quake with fear. It makes me sick at heart to see America at this point.
*actually, he said something a lot simpler than that. I made it prettier.
...when did we make them non-people, again? Where exactly, in our super-special-awesome country-governing documents does it say "all men are created equal unless they publicly admit to not being interested in sticking their penis in a vagina, in which case we should beat them and otherwise treat them worse than we'd treat an animal"?
This is not okay to do to anyone. Anyone at all.
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20081223/ap_on_re_us/lesbian_rape
So I'm a lady, right? I think all rapists should have their sexual organs removed. Seriously. If that was the punishment, do you think rape would happen? No. It would not. You know why I think that? Because I've been there. And every time I see this guy, this rapist, around campus, my hands get clammy, I feel dizzy and ill, and my body surges with such a mix of fear and anger that I shake. The nuance of emotions, the sick dry tang of ungodly anguish, that's something a woman can never explain to someone who hasn't been raped. You can use words and try, but my god, unless they're in your head, they'll never quite get it. To be raped is to be completely, utterly dehumanized. And it's not okay. Not for men, for women, for straights, for gays, blacks, whites, Latinos, ANYONE. For a woman to be raped BECAUSE SHE IS GAY... The men who did this are the most ignorant shits on the face of the planet. In my mind, they are well on their way to becoming Hitler - dehumanizing an entire group of people out of completely irrational prejudice.
Okay, we know about Prop 8, yadda yadda, so I'm gonna skip to the fun part. In California, RIGHT NOW, people are trying to nullify the marriages of already-wedded same-sex couples. [FUCKING ASS WADS.] Seriously? You really think forced divorce is helping preserve the sanctity of marriage? This is a SHIT argument. There is NO LOGIC INVOLVED IN IT. As a bumper sticker I once saw so aptly put it, "Your prejudice is your own. Don't blame God."
Take this: http://www.couragecampaign.org/page/content/dontdivorce
Have you ever seen the Last Temptation of Christ? It is quite definitely one of the finest films I've ever seen. I cite this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=747U-5FclqM
That's all I have to say to you hypoChrists.
And on top of that, THERE IS A SEPARATION OF CHURCH AND STATE. Christian ideals do not necessarily apply to the significant portion of the United States' population which does not, in fact, believe in Christ.
Want to know something fun? I'm a pantheist. Specifically, a naturalistic pantheist. Interestingly, I think Jesus was in general a pretty cool dude. He said some pretty awesome things which I feel go under the radar way too much today. You know, like the Beatitudes? The Sermon on the Mount? "Blessed are those persecuted seeking righteousness"? Theirs is the kingdom of God. Did you know that? "Judge not lest ye be judged." It's good stuff. Read it. Especially if you're gonna try to preach it.
My father is an uncommonly wise man. He once said something to this effect: "It is easy to let your personal morals and religious beliefs influence your political motives. It is easy to sign into law a document stating that a woman cannot decide whether to have an abortion or use contraceptives. It is easy to sign into law a document declaring that two people who love one another cannot marry based on the body parts they were born with. It is correct to persuade. It is correct to use logic, to use facts. Cut the ethos, cut the pathos, skip to logos. Convince a woman not to have an abortion; convince a man that to marry his love is wrong. It is easy to generalize; it is correct to deal individually with those who do not agree with you. As humans our lives are full of choices between what is correct and what is easy; and no matter how we lean politicaly, we must always aspire to choose what is right."*
This is my fear: that homosexuality itself will become a crime. I fear it will be like witchcraft. Because it is not like skin colour, it is not like ethnic background, it is not apparent when looking at a person. Will men and women be accused of homosexuality, brought to trial, be poorly defended and prosecuted with bogus evidence, then imprisoned or put to death? I see it coming, and I quake with fear. It makes me sick at heart to see America at this point.
*actually, he said something a lot simpler than that. I made it prettier.
22 December 2008
Well this is silly.
http://www.miniusa.com/crm/ecard_holiday_2008/MyCard?pid=1005259&check=5JFUOUPYUXN27Q3L
17 December 2008
These are things.
"You have to make a decision one way or the other. Unless you can clear up past mistakes or put things that have been holding you back behind you, you will end the year on a sour note. Finish what's uncompleted in your life."
"Leges sine moribus vanae"
"Leges sine moribus vanae"
14 December 2008
Stuff Procrastinating People Like
Limes
Kurt Vonnegut
Diet Coke
prog rock
being an indie snob
rain
Text Twist
ambient music
Tetris
blogging
sudoku
crossword puzzles
webcomics
kitties
grammar
usage
mechanics
abstract thought
wizard rock
landscaping
good pens
abstract impressionism
Wikipedia
museums
mashed potatoes
openmindedness
goofiness
tea
yarn
lanyards
macaroni and cheese
college
simplicity
safety pins
kickstands
brushing teeth
bicyclists
the Sims
photography
photomanipulation
cinema
chess
literature
film noir
puppies
the Onion
sunglasses
burritos
magnets
Twitter
interior design
nail polish
abstract expressionism
experimental film
Ireland
ice cream
Caesar salad
calling things what they are
silverware
capes
free t-shirts
bean curd
lactase
your mom
Kurt Vonnegut
Diet Coke
prog rock
being an indie snob
rain
Text Twist
ambient music
Tetris
blogging
sudoku
crossword puzzles
webcomics
kitties
grammar
usage
mechanics
abstract thought
wizard rock
landscaping
good pens
abstract impressionism
Wikipedia
museums
mashed potatoes
openmindedness
goofiness
tea
yarn
lanyards
macaroni and cheese
college
simplicity
safety pins
kickstands
brushing teeth
bicyclists
the Sims
photography
photomanipulation
cinema
chess
literature
film noir
puppies
the Onion
sunglasses
burritos
magnets
interior design
nail polish
abstract expressionism
experimental film
Ireland
ice cream
Caesar salad
calling things what they are
silverware
capes
free t-shirts
bean curd
lactase
your mom
And for my fiftieth post, I present to you: ridiculosity.
http://cityguides.msn.com/citylife/cityarticle.aspx?cp-documentid=15819667&page=0
...Okay so I have several things to say here.
1. Chuck-E-Cheese scares the living daylights out of me.
2. I once went to a Chuck-E-Cheese. I had a veggie burger. It was burnt. That made me hate the entire chain. Forever.
3. Fun Fact: in the diner scene in Pulp Fiction, there are no children. There's Samuel L. Jackson being - well, actually, pretty darn inspiring. He's doing the right thing and saving people's lives and stuff. CHUCK-E-CHEESE IS MORE VIOLENT THAN PULP FICTION. (Note: the latter is an R-rated film in which several people get shot and several other people drop n-bombs and f-bombs ALL THE TIME.)
...Okay so I have several things to say here.
1. Chuck-E-Cheese scares the living daylights out of me.
2. I once went to a Chuck-E-Cheese. I had a veggie burger. It was burnt. That made me hate the entire chain. Forever.
3. Fun Fact: in the diner scene in Pulp Fiction, there are no children. There's Samuel L. Jackson being - well, actually, pretty darn inspiring. He's doing the right thing and saving people's lives and stuff. CHUCK-E-CHEESE IS MORE VIOLENT THAN PULP FICTION. (Note: the latter is an R-rated film in which several people get shot and several other people drop n-bombs and f-bombs ALL THE TIME.)
Spaghetti
http://www.venganza.org/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/fsmlights2.jpg
If you don't get it: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flying_Spaghetti_Monster
If you don't get it: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flying_Spaghetti_Monster
List.
Sex hair in public.
Wolf whistles.
"Eight Days a Week"
Talking until the sunrise says it's time to go to sleep.
Meaning it.
Not studying (or really getting anything done at all) because
We have each other.
Wolf whistles.
"Eight Days a Week"
Talking until the sunrise says it's time to go to sleep.
Meaning it.
Not studying (or really getting anything done at all) because
We have each other.
13 December 2008
Story of the Week
Now again, boys and girls and everyone else, it is time for the dreaded part of the semester we college students lovingly refer to as "FINALS WEEK." It is the time of semester when those of us who regularly patronize coffee shops and libraries find ourselves unceremoniously booted out by girls with bad dye jobs and Uggs, or guys who took our favourite reading chair on the fourth floor of the library. And they all have MACBOOKS.
I can't decide if this is a rant or not.
Heeeeere's the thing. Maybe Sally Sororiwhore and Freddy Fratboy got to my study haunts - the libraries, the lounges - before I did. I don't get up at 6 a.m. They're there first. Okay. Good. Just don't fucking glare at me when I open the door - it is not my fault that the door squeaks and eventually slams shut. If my computer makes a startup noise, don't shush me. Goddammit. I mean you're over there chomping on your gum and texting and OH DEAR GOD PLEASE stop being a hypocrite.
This goes for my neighbors as well. Last week, there was one night when maybe my friend an I were being a little loud in my room. However, it does NO GOOD, AT ALL to write on my white board, "BE QUIET AT NIGHT" ...the next day. Or pound on the wall. Pounding and commands just piss me off, and they'd piss you off too. Golden rule, buttfaces. Fun Fact: I'm a really nice person. Seriously. If I'm bothering you enough that you want to take action, don't pound. Walk the few yards down the hall, knock on my door, and ask me nicely to keep it down. Then it's guaranteed I will, because I'll feel bad. (And whatever you do, DON'T be obnoxious in the shower room or in the hallway. Bloody hypocrite morons.)
I hate that. I hate passive-aggressive people. I know I can be quite passive-aggressive, but I own up to it. Besides, I typically only think passive-aggressive things, not act on them. Honestly.
...wow. This post started out being about how I don't know what to do with myself and turned into a totally unrelated rant.
I've decided I'm letting lots of things go today. So what if my ex-boyfriend is an ass. So what if the girls on my floor are gnarly bitches. It'll all pass, man. I have Victor Hugo, Philip Roth, and Kurt Vonnegut to keep me entertained. In the end, does it matter? No. Not really. Not at all.
@sebhar chill the f*** out, chica.
I can't decide if this is a rant or not.
Heeeeere's the thing. Maybe Sally Sororiwhore and Freddy Fratboy got to my study haunts - the libraries, the lounges - before I did. I don't get up at 6 a.m. They're there first. Okay. Good. Just don't fucking glare at me when I open the door - it is not my fault that the door squeaks and eventually slams shut. If my computer makes a startup noise, don't shush me. Goddammit. I mean you're over there chomping on your gum and texting and OH DEAR GOD PLEASE stop being a hypocrite.
This goes for my neighbors as well. Last week, there was one night when maybe my friend an I were being a little loud in my room. However, it does NO GOOD, AT ALL to write on my white board, "BE QUIET AT NIGHT" ...the next day. Or pound on the wall. Pounding and commands just piss me off, and they'd piss you off too. Golden rule, buttfaces. Fun Fact: I'm a really nice person. Seriously. If I'm bothering you enough that you want to take action, don't pound. Walk the few yards down the hall, knock on my door, and ask me nicely to keep it down. Then it's guaranteed I will, because I'll feel bad. (And whatever you do, DON'T be obnoxious in the shower room or in the hallway. Bloody hypocrite morons.)
I hate that. I hate passive-aggressive people. I know I can be quite passive-aggressive, but I own up to it. Besides, I typically only think passive-aggressive things, not act on them. Honestly.
...wow. This post started out being about how I don't know what to do with myself and turned into a totally unrelated rant.
I've decided I'm letting lots of things go today. So what if my ex-boyfriend is an ass. So what if the girls on my floor are gnarly bitches. It'll all pass, man. I have Victor Hugo, Philip Roth, and Kurt Vonnegut to keep me entertained. In the end, does it matter? No. Not really. Not at all.
@sebhar chill the f*** out, chica.
10 December 2008
04 December 2008
Sooper Dooper Awesome
Filmies, check this out:
https://www.withoutabox.com/
http://www.vimeo.com/
We talked about these in lecture today.
From last night:
We just reasoned out the limits of the universe and the existence of God and all about chemistry and evolution.
Isn't.
Science is proof of religion and religion is proof of science.
"Dude we're living the Mandelbrot set."
Weird Pet Names:
Sugar Snatch
Sugar Bottom
And to top it all off: http://twitter.com/martenreed/status/1031706918
https://www.withoutabox.com/
http://www.vimeo.com/
We talked about these in lecture today.
From last night:
We just reasoned out the limits of the universe and the existence of God and all about chemistry and evolution.
Isn't.
Science is proof of religion and religion is proof of science.
"Dude we're living the Mandelbrot set."
Weird Pet Names:
Sugar Snatch
Sugar Bottom
And to top it all off: http://twitter.com/martenreed/status/1031706918
03 December 2008
People I Would Bang, Fictional and Nonfictional, Living and Dead
Weedmaster P (of Overcompensating)
Tim Curry
Seth Green
Rivers Cuomo
Travis Barker
Jakob Dylan
Colin Meloy
Holden Caulfield
Pierce Brosnan
Jackson Pollock
David Bowie
John Lennon
John Entwistle
Pete Townshend
James Dean
Gene Wilder
Marcellus Wallace
Alan Rickman
Johnny Depp
David Duchovny
Ewan McGregor
Jude Law
Patrick Fugit
Zach Braff
Danny Masterson
John C. McGinley
Hugh Laurie
Lou Reed
Jonathan Rhys-Meyers
Christian Bale
Heath Ledger
Jake Gyllenhaal
Timbaland
Tupac
Biggie Smalls
Jack Black
Billie Joe Armstrong
Tre Cool
Mike Dirnt
Lil Wayne
Peter Sarsgaard
Edward Norton
Beck
Eminem
Michael Bluth
Steve Brady
Mikhail Baryshnikov
David Gilmour
Bret McKenzie
Jemaine Clement
Bob Geldof
Duke Devlin
Flea
John Frusciante
Mitch Hedberg
Anthony Kiedis
Dorian Gray
Dave Navarro
Oscar Wilde
Keith Richards
Pablo Picasso
Patti Smith
Jimi Hendrix
Jeffrey A. Townes
Spike Lee
Darryl McDaniels
Mick Jagger
Jimmy Pop
Fred and George Weasley
Friedrich Chopin
Elliott Smith
Socrates
Tim Curry
Seth Green
Rivers Cuomo
Travis Barker
Jakob Dylan
Colin Meloy
Holden Caulfield
Pierce Brosnan
Jackson Pollock
David Bowie
John Lennon
John Entwistle
Pete Townshend
James Dean
Gene Wilder
Marcellus Wallace
Alan Rickman
Johnny Depp
David Duchovny
Ewan McGregor
Jude Law
Patrick Fugit
Zach Braff
Danny Masterson
John C. McGinley
Hugh Laurie
Lou Reed
Jonathan Rhys-Meyers
Christian Bale
Heath Ledger
Jake Gyllenhaal
Timbaland
Tupac
Biggie Smalls
Jack Black
Billie Joe Armstrong
Tre Cool
Mike Dirnt
Lil Wayne
Peter Sarsgaard
Edward Norton
Beck
Eminem
Michael Bluth
Steve Brady
Mikhail Baryshnikov
David Gilmour
Bret McKenzie
Jemaine Clement
Bob Geldof
Duke Devlin
Flea
John Frusciante
Mitch Hedberg
Anthony Kiedis
Dorian Gray
Dave Navarro
Oscar Wilde
Keith Richards
Pablo Picasso
Patti Smith
Jimi Hendrix
Jeffrey A. Townes
Spike Lee
Darryl McDaniels
Mick Jagger
Jimmy Pop
Fred and George Weasley
Friedrich Chopin
Elliott Smith
Socrates
01 December 2008
New Videos
So I have some reading do to and maybe a nap to take but you should look at these if you're bored almost to death:
Yu-Gi-Oh!
Tyler Juggling
Aww... OH DEAR GOD.
Scottie
Yu-Gi-Oh!
Tyler Juggling
Aww... OH DEAR GOD.
Scottie
26 November 2008
Last Day of Manchester Before Ohio
Tonight was awesome.
Pizza Hut with the boys + Ali, then Wal-Mart with the boys for Yu-Gi-Oh! cards (because we are dorks) (oh and we saw Alex and Mitchell), then Tylor's house for Guitar Hero, Yu-Gi-Oh! and Tylor's psychotic doggie. Deven left, then it was just Yu-Gi-Oh! David left. After awhile, I left. But in the meantime...
"I can get it to come through my pants!" -- Tylor
"...I can't get it out." -- Tylor
Texts:
"Cool as cucumbers." 11:05 pm
"Chilled cucumbers." 11:05 pm
The only way for this to have improved would have been to come home to a nice warm boy instead of bickering parents. Le sigh.
Pizza Hut with the boys + Ali, then Wal-Mart with the boys for Yu-Gi-Oh! cards (because we are dorks) (oh and we saw Alex and Mitchell), then Tylor's house for Guitar Hero, Yu-Gi-Oh! and Tylor's psychotic doggie. Deven left, then it was just Yu-Gi-Oh! David left. After awhile, I left. But in the meantime...
"I can get it to come through my pants!" -- Tylor
"...I can't get it out." -- Tylor
Texts:
"Cool as cucumbers." 11:05 pm
"Chilled cucumbers." 11:05 pm
The only way for this to have improved would have been to come home to a nice warm boy instead of bickering parents. Le sigh.
22 November 2008
More Texts
"We just made history. All of this happened because you gave your time, talent and passion to this campaign. All of this happened because of you. Thanks, Barack" -- 1:23 am 11/5/08
^____^
| 0 0 |
\ _o _ / "meow. This is Tyler's best attempt at making a cat via text message." -- 2:06 am 11/9/08
"Aye mami" -- 12:45 am 11/20/08
"What might Cleopatra have used to prevent pregnancy? For answer, click the banana @ www.ppgi.org" -- 9:00 pm 11/20/08
^____^
| 0 0 |
\ _o _ / "meow. This is Tyler's best attempt at making a cat via text message." -- 2:06 am 11/9/08
"Aye mami" -- 12:45 am 11/20/08
"What might Cleopatra have used to prevent pregnancy? For answer, click the banana @ www.ppgi.org" -- 9:00 pm 11/20/08
Yesterday
11:30 ish - wake up the boyfriend so he can shower before class.
12:20 ish - get on the bus so he can get to class.
12:30 ish - walk home from the bus stop.
12:35 ish - arrive at home, then get distracted by teh intar wubz.
12:57 - hop in the shower.
1:07 - come back from shower to see two missed calls from boyfriend.
1:08 - call boyfriend back, tell him to come upstairs.
1:09 - get dressed.
1:10 - hang out with boyfriend before Thanksgiving break.
2:30 - skip Spanish to hang out with boyfriend before Thanksgiving break.
3:00 ish - roommate returns from class, gets its belongings together, and leaves to catch the shuttle which will take her to her flight home.
3:30 ish - my mother is supposed to have arrived to pick me up and has not.
3:31 - Kathe and Memily hang out with me and boyfriend for awhile.
3:38 - Mommy calls, Kathe and Memily leave, boyfriend picks up some of my luggage for me.
3:39 - boyfriend frets about meeting my mother.
3:40 - boyfriend meets mother and does not combust.
3:41 - I realise I left my coat and sweatshirt upstairs. Gah.
3:42 - I abandon boyfriend with Mommy in order to retrieve said items.
3:45 - Mommy gives boyfriend a ride home.
3:50 - in a fit of awesomeness, boyfriend gives me a goodbye hug AND kiss... in front of Mommy!
3:51 - Mommy and I head home.
(lapse)
5:20 - Arrive at Sister's basketball game, a little late. Various things happen; I take over control of the camera (cinema major represent), Brother is tormented, Father is silly, Sister has a bandage fall off on the court, fouls someone, scores some points.
5:45 (?) - game ends in a tie.
6:00 - I go to the bathroom at the middle school. It is hideous and yellow and short, still, except in order to meet some code they put some bars in the last stall and called it "handicapped-accessible."
6:05 - marvel at Sister's wound.
6:07 - stand in line for a Snicker's bar at the concession stand.
6:09 - some of Sister's friends start talking to me and inform me we are Facebook friends. I am confused.
...okay, I'm bored of this format.
We the girls (Sister, Mommy and I) raced the boys (Daddy and Brother) to the local dispenser of MSG-laden Chinese food. I order Buddhist Delight; Sister orders sweet and sour shrimp, Brother orders shrimp with lobster sauce. Sister consumes 1/3 of her meal; Brother consumes all of his and the rest of hers.
Mom and Sister head home so Sister can shower; the boys and I head to the grocery store for ice cream. Mmm, egg nog ice cream sandwiches. We then watched mind-numbing TV until everyone went to bed.
...oh, Home.
12:20 ish - get on the bus so he can get to class.
12:30 ish - walk home from the bus stop.
12:35 ish - arrive at home, then get distracted by teh intar wubz.
12:57 - hop in the shower.
1:07 - come back from shower to see two missed calls from boyfriend.
1:08 - call boyfriend back, tell him to come upstairs.
1:09 - get dressed.
1:10 - hang out with boyfriend before Thanksgiving break.
2:30 - skip Spanish to hang out with boyfriend before Thanksgiving break.
3:00 ish - roommate returns from class, gets its belongings together, and leaves to catch the shuttle which will take her to her flight home.
3:30 ish - my mother is supposed to have arrived to pick me up and has not.
3:31 - Kathe and Memily hang out with me and boyfriend for awhile.
3:38 - Mommy calls, Kathe and Memily leave, boyfriend picks up some of my luggage for me.
3:39 - boyfriend frets about meeting my mother.
3:40 - boyfriend meets mother and does not combust.
3:41 - I realise I left my coat and sweatshirt upstairs. Gah.
3:42 - I abandon boyfriend with Mommy in order to retrieve said items.
3:45 - Mommy gives boyfriend a ride home.
3:50 - in a fit of awesomeness, boyfriend gives me a goodbye hug AND kiss... in front of Mommy!
3:51 - Mommy and I head home.
(lapse)
5:20 - Arrive at Sister's basketball game, a little late. Various things happen; I take over control of the camera (cinema major represent), Brother is tormented, Father is silly, Sister has a bandage fall off on the court, fouls someone, scores some points.
5:45 (?) - game ends in a tie.
6:00 - I go to the bathroom at the middle school. It is hideous and yellow and short, still, except in order to meet some code they put some bars in the last stall and called it "handicapped-accessible."
6:05 - marvel at Sister's wound.
6:07 - stand in line for a Snicker's bar at the concession stand.
6:09 - some of Sister's friends start talking to me and inform me we are Facebook friends. I am confused.
...okay, I'm bored of this format.
We the girls (Sister, Mommy and I) raced the boys (Daddy and Brother) to the local dispenser of MSG-laden Chinese food. I order Buddhist Delight; Sister orders sweet and sour shrimp, Brother orders shrimp with lobster sauce. Sister consumes 1/3 of her meal; Brother consumes all of his and the rest of hers.
Mom and Sister head home so Sister can shower; the boys and I head to the grocery store for ice cream. Mmm, egg nog ice cream sandwiches. We then watched mind-numbing TV until everyone went to bed.
...oh, Home.
20 November 2008
Things I Think Are Cool - again.
Sex Packets: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Humpty_Dance
ǝlʇıʇ dılɟ: http://fliptitle.com/
Virtual makeovers: http://www.taaz.com/index.html
ǝlʇıʇ dılɟ: http://fliptitle.com/
Virtual makeovers: http://www.taaz.com/index.html
19 November 2008
In a fit of vanity...
Song: Hannah
Artist: Ray LaMontagne
Icky fanvid which nonetheless has audio: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KMaWkAmhp3Q
I lost all of my vanity when I peered into the pool
I lost all of my innocence when I fell in love with you
I never knew a man could fall so far until I landed here
Where all of my wounds they turned into gold when I kissed your hair
Now come to me Hannah
Hannah won't you come home to me
And I'll lay down this bottle of wine
If you'll just be kind to me
Ask her why she cries so loud, she will not say a word
Eyes like ice and hands that shake; she takes what she deserves
To celebrate her emptiness in a cold and lonely room
Sweep the floors with your long flowered dress if you cannot find a broom
Now come to me Hannah
Hannah won't you come home to me
And I'll lay down this bottle of wine
If you'll just be kind to me
She's got hair that flows right down, right down to the backs of her knees
Her Papa, he was a preaching man, and the Lord is hard to please
So she comes down from the Ozark hills to these very streets to roam
With a banjo and a Bible and a fine tooth comb
Now come to me Hannah
Hannah won't you come home to me
And I'll lay down this bottle of wine if you just be kind to me
I'd walk one mile on this broken glass to fall down at your feet
Oh Hannah you're the queen of the street
I climb the tree with my Hannahlee
My intentions they were pure
Oh the breeze did whip and I lost my grip
And I tumbled towards the earth
Well you never would guess who it was that stood below
And His name I would never tell
But His eyes were clear, His arms were strong, and He caught me as I fell
Now come to me Hannah
Hannah won't you come on to me
I'll lay down this bottle of wine if you'd just be kind to me
Now I'd walk one mile on just broken glass to fall down at your feet
Hannah you're the queen of the street
Hannah you're the queen of the street
Artist: Ray LaMontagne
Icky fanvid which nonetheless has audio: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KMaWkAmhp3Q
I lost all of my vanity when I peered into the pool
I lost all of my innocence when I fell in love with you
I never knew a man could fall so far until I landed here
Where all of my wounds they turned into gold when I kissed your hair
Now come to me Hannah
Hannah won't you come home to me
And I'll lay down this bottle of wine
If you'll just be kind to me
Ask her why she cries so loud, she will not say a word
Eyes like ice and hands that shake; she takes what she deserves
To celebrate her emptiness in a cold and lonely room
Sweep the floors with your long flowered dress if you cannot find a broom
Now come to me Hannah
Hannah won't you come home to me
And I'll lay down this bottle of wine
If you'll just be kind to me
She's got hair that flows right down, right down to the backs of her knees
Her Papa, he was a preaching man, and the Lord is hard to please
So she comes down from the Ozark hills to these very streets to roam
With a banjo and a Bible and a fine tooth comb
Now come to me Hannah
Hannah won't you come home to me
And I'll lay down this bottle of wine if you just be kind to me
I'd walk one mile on this broken glass to fall down at your feet
Oh Hannah you're the queen of the street
I climb the tree with my Hannahlee
My intentions they were pure
Oh the breeze did whip and I lost my grip
And I tumbled towards the earth
Well you never would guess who it was that stood below
And His name I would never tell
But His eyes were clear, His arms were strong, and He caught me as I fell
Now come to me Hannah
Hannah won't you come on to me
I'll lay down this bottle of wine if you'd just be kind to me
Now I'd walk one mile on just broken glass to fall down at your feet
Hannah you're the queen of the street
Hannah you're the queen of the street
17 November 2008
There's a reason I haven't posted in ages, I swear.
Actually, there are several reasons. Homework, parties, boyfriend, reading, sudoku, and various websites. (Oh, did I mention MY HAWKEYES KICKED SOME PURDUE ASS? YEAH, THAT WAS GOOD TOO.)
First, check these guys out. I like what I've heard thus far. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=07XF5uKZlgw (Wolves in the Throne Room - I Will Lay Down My Bones Among the Rocks and Roots, from album "Two Hunters".)
Second, I post stuff here. Creating pieces and then uploading them takes up some time. http://sebhar.deviantart.com/
Third, my Pandora stations needed sorting - AfroCelt, Me First and the Gimme Gimmes, Unai, and Mogwai do not all belong on the same station.
Fourth, I've been catching up on this webcomic: http://catandgirl.com/
Fifth, the Onion: http://www.theonion.com/content//
Sixth, English Fail Blog: http://www.englishfailblog.com/
Seventh, PUPPIES: http://www.ustream.tv/channel/317016
I've also been getting back into Tetris, so help me God.
Next week is Thanksgiving break. Anticipate frequent posts, including one on the topic of using fear to control women, and one consisting entirely of Oscar Wilde quotes. Maybe I'll find all my favourite scenes from The Godfather on YouTube and gush about them. (You should also look forward to [ha] a post about the shoot I'm doing tomorrow, and about my schedule for next semester.)
Here's one more note: Man #2, due to his being a) a nerd and b) my current boyfriend, shall be henceforth referred to as Man A. Kapish? Kapish.
First, check these guys out. I like what I've heard thus far. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=07XF5uKZlgw (Wolves in the Throne Room - I Will Lay Down My Bones Among the Rocks and Roots, from album "Two Hunters".)
Second, I post stuff here. Creating pieces and then uploading them takes up some time. http://sebhar.deviantart.com/
Third, my Pandora stations needed sorting - AfroCelt, Me First and the Gimme Gimmes, Unai, and Mogwai do not all belong on the same station.
Fourth, I've been catching up on this webcomic: http://catandgirl.com/
Fifth, the Onion: http://www.theonion.com/content//
Sixth, English Fail Blog: http://www.englishfailblog.com/
Seventh, PUPPIES: http://www.ustream.tv/channel/317016
I've also been getting back into Tetris, so help me God.
Next week is Thanksgiving break. Anticipate frequent posts, including one on the topic of using fear to control women, and one consisting entirely of Oscar Wilde quotes. Maybe I'll find all my favourite scenes from The Godfather on YouTube and gush about them. (You should also look forward to [ha] a post about the shoot I'm doing tomorrow, and about my schedule for next semester.)
Here's one more note: Man #2, due to his being a) a nerd and b) my current boyfriend, shall be henceforth referred to as Man A. Kapish? Kapish.
10 November 2008
The Aristocrats
Here's what Wikipedia has to say: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_aristocrats
Here was South Park's take: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZUILIfuzKzU&feature=related
A guy walks into a talent agent’s office and says, “Man, do I have the act for you.” The talent agent has seen it all before, or so he thinks, so he says to the guy, “I’m pretty booked right now. Come back some other time.” Not wanting to leave, the guy says, “I promise you, sir, this act is completely unique. Just give me five minutes to tell you about it.” The manager says okay, and the man describes his act.
“I walk onstage, followed by my beautiful wife and my two adorable children, one boy and one girl. We have great outfits on – sequins, feathers, the whole bit. We join hands, take a bow, then all of us step back except my son who, in the spotlight, walks over to a table in the center of the stage. From a terrarium on the table he takes a live gecko. Accompanied by a drumroll, he then swallows the gecko whole. The drums keep rolling, and after a second he throws it back up and sets it on the table.
“Next my wife and I take center stage. On our way there I grab a large syringe from the table. My wife takes off her shirt and as the audience cheers, I give her a seemingly-impromptu spinal tap. I drop my pants as she takes a bucket of ping-pong balls and a speculum from the table. I bend over, ass to the crowd; my front is visible on a giant projection screen at the back of the stage. My wife then kneels down, opens my anus with the speculum and starts shoving ping-pong balls – lubed up with her own cerebrospinal fluid – up there. As she does so, my daughter kneels in front of me and, as her image is projected onto the back screen, begins sucking my dick. I now have ten ping-pong balls up my ass, and as my wife steps away and the crowd applauds, I start firing the balls out of my ass and into the audience. Usually my wife passes out at this point, because of the spinal tap. Once the last ball is in the audience, I ejaculate into my daughter’s mouth; she chokes on my semen and then vomits. She tries to get up but slips in the cum and puke and falls to the floor.
“My son then returns, clutching the dead gecko, which has gone into rigor mortis. He then proceeds to fuck my exhausted daughter with the rigid gecko while I give him a reacharound. My daughter has a loud orgasm as my son comes all over her stomach. I give my wife an adrenaline shot, my son helps my daughter to her feet, and we all join hands to take a bow. The crowd goes wild!”
The manager, dumbfounded, asks the guy, “Holy shit, what do you call an act like that?” The guy says, “Why, sir, we call ourselves The Aristocrats!”
Here was South Park's take: http://www.youtube.com/wat
A guy walks into a talent agent’s office and says, “Man, do I have the act for you.” The talent agent has seen it all before, or so he thinks, so he says to the guy, “I’m pretty booked right now. Come back some other time.” Not wanting to leave, the guy says, “I promise you, sir, this act is completely unique. Just give me five minutes to tell you about it.” The manager says okay, and the man describes his act.
“I walk onstage, followed by my beautiful wife and my two adorable children, one boy and one girl. We have great outfits on – sequins, feathers, the whole bit. We join hands, take a bow, then all of us step back except my son who, in the spotlight, walks over to a table in the center of the stage. From a terrarium on the table he takes a live gecko. Accompanied by a drumroll, he then swallows the gecko whole. The drums keep rolling, and after a second he throws it back up and sets it on the table.
“Next my wife and I take center stage. On our way there I grab a large syringe from the table. My wife takes off her shirt and as the audience cheers, I give her a seemingly-impromptu spinal tap. I drop my pants as she takes a bucket of ping-pong balls and a speculum from the table. I bend over, ass to the crowd; my front is visible on a giant projection screen at the back of the stage. My wife then kneels down, opens my anus with the speculum and starts shoving ping-pong balls – lubed up with her own cerebrospinal fluid – up there. As she does so, my daughter kneels in front of me and, as her image is projected onto the back screen, begins sucking my dick. I now have ten ping-pong balls up my ass, and as my wife steps away and the crowd applauds, I start firing the balls out of my ass and into the audience. Usually my wife passes out at this point, because of the spinal tap. Once the last ball is in the audience, I ejaculate into my daughter’s mouth; she chokes on my semen and then vomits. She tries to get up but slips in the cum and puke and falls to the floor.
“My son then returns, clutching the dead gecko, which has gone into rigor mortis. He then proceeds to fuck my exhausted daughter with the rigid gecko while I give him a reacharound. My daughter has a loud orgasm as my son comes all over her stomach. I give my wife an adrenaline shot, my son helps my daughter to her feet, and we all join hands to take a bow. The crowd goes wild!”
The manager, dumbfounded, asks the guy, “Holy shit, what do you call an act like that?” The guy says, “Why, sir, we call ourselves The Aristocrats!”
06 November 2008
31 October 2008
" I just had to ASK A CLERK for orange juice 'cause they don't have ROOM for it in the case 'cause of all the MONSTERXTREMEROCKSTARFRUCTOBULLZ" -- Jeffrey Rowland (I hate that about the world today...and I don't even like orange juice.)
This weekend for me started at 10:00 on Wednesday night. A very dear friend of mine bought me another very dear friend of mine because it is legal for the former to do so, though I am too young. I downed about a third of that bottle, then my first very dear friend mixed me a shot of raspberry vodka with pineapple and blueberry/pomegranate juices. After that, another friend used a similar recipe - this time with added cherry Mountain Dew, which was surprisingly tasty - to mix me four more shots. And then there was wine.
Thursday: BetotheEtotheN turned nineteen. There was a party at his place which was very crowded. I drank very little.
Friday: One Halloween party where I won't know anyone. I was invited by my roommate. A second Halloween party where I will know almost everyone, and where there will be jungle juice (and gay men make the best jungle juice). A third, intimate Halloween gathering which will include a blanket fort. I'll be dressed as a wench. Maybe there will be some Rocky Horror viewing. I hope so.
Thus far today I have seen several Halloween costumes (and several outfits I can only pray are costumes; NOBODY should EVER wear cutoffs, let alone cutoffs with Uggs. When it isn't cold.) The best costume I've seen so far has been a person in a lab coat with construction paper wrapped around their head... BEAKER. http://a3.vox.com/6a00c225239bda604a00e398ec4d730004-500pi
This weekend for me started at 10:00 on Wednesday night. A very dear friend of mine bought me another very dear friend of mine because it is legal for the former to do so, though I am too young. I downed about a third of that bottle, then my first very dear friend mixed me a shot of raspberry vodka with pineapple and blueberry/pomegranate juices. After that, another friend used a similar recipe - this time with added cherry Mountain Dew, which was surprisingly tasty - to mix me four more shots. And then there was wine.
Thursday: BetotheEtotheN turned nineteen. There was a party at his place which was very crowded. I drank very little.
Friday: One Halloween party where I won't know anyone. I was invited by my roommate. A second Halloween party where I will know almost everyone, and where there will be jungle juice (and gay men make the best jungle juice). A third, intimate Halloween gathering which will include a blanket fort. I'll be dressed as a wench. Maybe there will be some Rocky Horror viewing. I hope so.
Thus far today I have seen several Halloween costumes (and several outfits I can only pray are costumes; NOBODY should EVER wear cutoffs, let alone cutoffs with Uggs. When it isn't cold.) The best costume I've seen so far has been a person in a lab coat with construction paper wrapped around their head... BEAKER. http://a3.vox.com/6a00c225239bda604a00e398ec4d730004-500pi
28 October 2008
The End of an Era
After a month, I reach this conclusion:
He thinks I'd make a good prosecutor, with the way I twist people's words around? Well I think he'll make a wonderful politician, the way he takes other people's word for what he should find out himself, the way he dodges important questions, and the way he mangles reality so he sees what he wants to see.
And now I'm done blogging about him. For good.
He thinks I'd make a good prosecutor, with the way I twist people's words around? Well I think he'll make a wonderful politician, the way he takes other people's word for what he should find out himself, the way he dodges important questions, and the way he mangles reality so he sees what he wants to see.
And now I'm done blogging about him. For good.
25 October 2008
Text Messages
"Sup sexy?" "Nothing. Just being sexy at my house."
"Ah [Keystone] Ice. The piss of the worst. Congrats, you are definitely in college."
"Everyone was really impressed that I could drink tequila straight... then I brought Shawn home."
Re: my mother - "She bore you so I hold no grudge."
Re: my bra - "Never! It is my arch nemesis!"
"I prefer sleeping with you to sleeping without you." "And I prefer having you within arms' length."
"Ah [Keystone] Ice. The piss of the worst. Congrats, you are definitely in college."
"Everyone was really impressed that I could drink tequila straight... then I brought Shawn home."
Re: my mother - "She bore you so I hold no grudge."
Re: my bra - "Never! It is my arch nemesis!"
"I prefer sleeping with you to sleeping without you." "And I prefer having you within arms' length."
23 October 2008
Videos
I posted some new videos on YouTube today. Here are some:
This is Tyler belching.
...take two.
And, of course, we had to do a third:
This is Tyler belching.
...take two.
And, of course, we had to do a third:
So here's what's up.
Today's a rainy, bleary day.
My roommate was on the radio! She, along with another of my friends and a guy I met once, represented the University of Iowa Anti-War Committee. They discussed their organization, what they stand for, their participation in the protests at the 2008 Republican National Convention in St. Paul, and their upcoming events. Check 'em out here: http://www.uiantiwar.org/
Other than that, all my classes were canceled today. Methinks I'll read some Thoreau in my free time... or perhaps nap. I'm a college kid; these are my dilemmas.
My roommate was on the radio! She, along with another of my friends and a guy I met once, represented the University of Iowa Anti-War Committee. They discussed their organization, what they stand for, their participation in the protests at the 2008 Republican National Convention in St. Paul, and their upcoming events. Check 'em out here: http://www.uiantiwar.org/
Other than that, all my classes were canceled today. Methinks I'll read some Thoreau in my free time... or perhaps nap. I'm a college kid; these are my dilemmas.
Damien Rice, "Coconut Skins"
You can hold her hand
And show her how you cry
Explain to her your weakness
So she understands
And then roll over and die
You can brave decisions
Before you crumble up inside
Spend your time asking everyone else's permission
Then run away and hide
Or you can sit on chimneys
Put some fire up your ass
No need to know what you're doing or waiting for
But if anyone should ask
Tell them I've been licking coconut skins
And we've been hanging out
Tell them God just dropped by to forgive our sins
And relieve us our doubt
La la la la la la la...
Oh you can hold her eggs
But your basket has a hole
You can lie between her legs and go looking for
Tell her you're searching for her soul
You can wait for ages
Watch your compost turn to coal
Time is contagious
Everybody's getting old
So you can sit on chimneys
Put some fire up your ass
No need to know what you're doing or looking for
But if anyone should ask
Tell them I've been cooking coconut skins
And we've been hanging out
Tell them God just dropped by to forgive our sins
And relieve us our doubt
La la la la la la la...
And show her how you cry
Explain to her your weakness
So she understands
And then roll over and die
You can brave decisions
Before you crumble up inside
Spend your time asking everyone else's permission
Then run away and hide
Or you can sit on chimneys
Put some fire up your ass
No need to know what you're doing or waiting for
But if anyone should ask
Tell them I've been licking coconut skins
And we've been hanging out
Tell them God just dropped by to forgive our sins
And relieve us our doubt
La la la la la la la...
Oh you can hold her eggs
But your basket has a hole
You can lie between her legs and go looking for
Tell her you're searching for her soul
You can wait for ages
Watch your compost turn to coal
Time is contagious
Everybody's getting old
So you can sit on chimneys
Put some fire up your ass
No need to know what you're doing or looking for
But if anyone should ask
Tell them I've been cooking coconut skins
And we've been hanging out
Tell them God just dropped by to forgive our sins
And relieve us our doubt
La la la la la la la...
21 October 2008
The Arcade Fire, "Headlights Look Like Diamonds"
The red lights mean you're leaving
The white ones mean returning
Tell me how this story ends
And I'll keep them fires burning
The headlights look like diamonds
The taillights burn like coals
Tell me how this story ends
Before the fires go cold
The countryside's deserted
There's no one on the farms
The suburbs all are sleeping
The earthquakes set off car alarms
All after all now we aware
All after all the time we share
There's so much fears of world,
Hopes of world, tears of world
The white ones mean returning
Tell me how this story ends
And I'll keep them fires burning
The headlights look like diamonds
The taillights burn like coals
Tell me how this story ends
Before the fires go cold
The countryside's deserted
There's no one on the farms
The suburbs all are sleeping
The earthquakes set off car alarms
All after all now we aware
All after all the time we share
There's so much fears of world,
Hopes of world, tears of world
Nick Cave, "Into My Arms"
I don't believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
And I don't believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that's true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
And I believe in Love
And I know that you do too
And I believe in some kind of path
That we can walk down, me and you
So keep your candle burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
And I don't believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that's true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
And I believe in Love
And I know that you do too
And I believe in some kind of path
That we can walk down, me and you
So keep your candle burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
Bestest Week Evar!!!1!
This week rocks.
It's Tuesday... and...
1. I skipped both my classes yesterday. One I get two free misses from, and that was my first. The other I get five, and I've now missed... four, I think.
2. Film classes are canceled this week! I just have to meet with my TA for fifteen minutes tomorrow. That's it.
3. Spanish classes are canceled tomorrow and Thursday for fifteen-minute oral midterms.
So... here's what the rest of my week is.
Wednesday:
- 12:30 film discussion: CANCELED
- 2:00 Spanish oral midterm
- 2:30 Spanish class CANCELED
- 3:30 film meeting
- 6:30 chem lab
Thursday:
- 2:30 Spanish class CANCELED
- 3:30 film lecture CANCELED
- Yeah, that's right... NO CLASS THURDSAY.
Friday:
- 2:30 Spanish class
It's Tuesday... and...
1. I skipped both my classes yesterday. One I get two free misses from, and that was my first. The other I get five, and I've now missed... four, I think.
2. Film classes are canceled this week! I just have to meet with my TA for fifteen minutes tomorrow. That's it.
3. Spanish classes are canceled tomorrow and Thursday for fifteen-minute oral midterms.
So... here's what the rest of my week is.
Wednesday:
- 12:30 film discussion: CANCELED
- 2:00 Spanish oral midterm
- 2:30 Spanish class CANCELED
- 3:30 film meeting
- 6:30 chem lab
Thursday:
- 2:30 Spanish class CANCELED
- 3:30 film lecture CANCELED
- Yeah, that's right... NO CLASS THURDSAY.
Friday:
- 2:30 Spanish class
17 October 2008
Sometimes I amuse myself.
Me: "Would you be into getting sandwiches and/or studying for Spanish and/or sex and/or any combination thereof?"
Him: "Trifecta!"
...my life is so cool.
Him: "Trifecta!"
...my life is so cool.
Miles
These are quotes from the book "Miles" by Quincy Troupe. I only got to read a bit of it before I felt compelled to return it to the guy I borrowed it from, but these were some good things:
"...black people in St. Louis love their music, but they want their music right. So you know what they were doing at the Riviera. You know they were getting all the way down." -- p. 9
[Hey man, white girls in Iowa City want their music right, too! God damn. I wish I'd been around for more of jazz.]
"...Dizzy was also very, very beautiful and I loved him and still do today." -- p. 10
[I have this concept of Dizzy Gillespie.... he was the coolest dude ever.]
"...I remember it also like some kind of adventure, some kind of weird joy, too. I gues that experience took me someplace in my head I hadn't been before." -- p. 11
[I love those experiences. I wish I had more of them, but they're hard to seek out. They have to just occur.]
"He wasn't supposed to be smart, smarter than them. It hasn't changed too much; things are like that even today." -- p. 12
[I'm a white person who knows too many smart non-white people to think like that. People are smart - and not smart - and it has nothing to do with skin colour or ancestry. Nothing at all.]
"They sent us to war to fight and die for them over there; killed us like nothing over here. And it's still like that today. Now, ain't that a bitch." -- p. 15
[I hate being part of this "they." I fucking hate it. It makes me angry and sad and frustrated... gah.]
"My brother Vernon was born the year the stock market crashed and all the rich white men started jumping out of them Wall Street windows." -- p. 15
[I just like this image.]
"And I don't think I'm arrogant, I think I'm confident of myself. Know what I want, always have known what I wanted for as long as I can remember." -- p. 19
[I can say the first sentence about myself and aspire to be able to say the second.]
"That's why I used to love to go to my grandfather's place in Arkansas. Down there out in the fields, man, you could walk with your shoes off and you wouldn't step into no pile of shit and get it all running and sticky and funky all over your feet, like in elementary school." -- p. 20
["Out here in the fields, I fight for my meals. I get my back into my living. I don't need to fight to prove I'm right. I don't need to be forgiven." -- the Who, 'Baba O'Riley' There's something about nature that's awesome and can really be connected to. I love that about being human.]
"Shit, that fish was a motherfucker." -- p. 20
[I just love these expressions.]
"That kind of sound in music, that blues, church, back-road funk kind of thing, that southern, midwestern, rural sound and rhythm. I think it started getting into my blood on them spook-filled Arkansas back-roads after dark when owls came out hooting." -- p. 29
[Oh my god. I love this music, I love that sound, and this is image is a motherfucker, if I may put it so boldly.]
"When I got into music I went all the way into music; I didn't have no time after that for nothing else." -- p. 29
[I love stuff like that. I love losing myself in something I adore.]
"...black people in St. Louis love their music, but they want their music right. So you know what they were doing at the Riviera. You know they were getting all the way down." -- p. 9
[Hey man, white girls in Iowa City want their music right, too! God damn. I wish I'd been around for more of jazz.]
"...Dizzy was also very, very beautiful and I loved him and still do today." -- p. 10
[I have this concept of Dizzy Gillespie.... he was the coolest dude ever.]
"...I remember it also like some kind of adventure, some kind of weird joy, too. I gues that experience took me someplace in my head I hadn't been before." -- p. 11
[I love those experiences. I wish I had more of them, but they're hard to seek out. They have to just occur.]
"He wasn't supposed to be smart, smarter than them. It hasn't changed too much; things are like that even today." -- p. 12
[I'm a white person who knows too many smart non-white people to think like that. People are smart - and not smart - and it has nothing to do with skin colour or ancestry. Nothing at all.]
"They sent us to war to fight and die for them over there; killed us like nothing over here. And it's still like that today. Now, ain't that a bitch." -- p. 15
[I hate being part of this "they." I fucking hate it. It makes me angry and sad and frustrated... gah.]
"My brother Vernon was born the year the stock market crashed and all the rich white men started jumping out of them Wall Street windows." -- p. 15
[I just like this image.]
"And I don't think I'm arrogant, I think I'm confident of myself. Know what I want, always have known what I wanted for as long as I can remember." -- p. 19
[I can say the first sentence about myself and aspire to be able to say the second.]
"That's why I used to love to go to my grandfather's place in Arkansas. Down there out in the fields, man, you could walk with your shoes off and you wouldn't step into no pile of shit and get it all running and sticky and funky all over your feet, like in elementary school." -- p. 20
["Out here in the fields, I fight for my meals. I get my back into my living. I don't need to fight to prove I'm right. I don't need to be forgiven." -- the Who, 'Baba O'Riley' There's something about nature that's awesome and can really be connected to. I love that about being human.]
"Shit, that fish was a motherfucker." -- p. 20
[I just love these expressions.]
"That kind of sound in music, that blues, church, back-road funk kind of thing, that southern, midwestern, rural sound and rhythm. I think it started getting into my blood on them spook-filled Arkansas back-roads after dark when owls came out hooting." -- p. 29
[Oh my god. I love this music, I love that sound, and this is image is a motherfucker, if I may put it so boldly.]
"When I got into music I went all the way into music; I didn't have no time after that for nothing else." -- p. 29
[I love stuff like that. I love losing myself in something I adore.]
The Ozarks
Vance Randolph once compiled a bunch of Ozark stories in a book called "Stiff as a Poker." It's kind of cool, pretty funny, and an awesome concept. Here's a quote I like from the introduction:
"...the profanity which adds force to an oral narrative becomes monotonous in print." -- p. xii
I agree. I use profanity a great deal in "real life," but far more seldom when I'm writing. It's tedious. I'm kind of melodramatic, so in my life everything's "fucking" this and "fucking" that and "damn" such and such; I have a great amount of feeling to express, but when telling a story out loud, there's considerably less time to express it in due to listener attention span. However, when writing a story, the audience has a longer attention span and a writer has longer to decide on the perfect adjective - or other descriptor - for an emotion.
And I like that. In both cases. I like the distinctions and nuances. I enjoy both methods of storytelling and appreciate their differences, because it gives them character and colour. Huzzah.
"...the profanity which adds force to an oral narrative becomes monotonous in print." -- p. xii
I agree. I use profanity a great deal in "real life," but far more seldom when I'm writing. It's tedious. I'm kind of melodramatic, so in my life everything's "fucking" this and "fucking" that and "damn" such and such; I have a great amount of feeling to express, but when telling a story out loud, there's considerably less time to express it in due to listener attention span. However, when writing a story, the audience has a longer attention span and a writer has longer to decide on the perfect adjective - or other descriptor - for an emotion.
And I like that. In both cases. I like the distinctions and nuances. I enjoy both methods of storytelling and appreciate their differences, because it gives them character and colour. Huzzah.
From the Iliad - Again
Man, the Iliad really looks down on women.
"...me, who am a nasty bitch evil-intriguing, how I wish that on that day when my mother first bore me the foul whirlwind of a storm had caught me away and swept me to the mountain, or into the wash of the sea deep-thundering where the waves would have swept me away..." -- Helen, p. 162, book 6
Okay, Helen... you're a total hottie, there's a war being fought over you, and all you can say is "I wish I'd died so men wouldn't fight over me"? For reals? You could have, um, not slept with Paris... but no matter. I doubt she really thought that of herself; no woman I know would be that self-deprecating in her situation. I mean, we're all self-deprecating sometimes, but most of us usually stick with calling ourselves bitches - which we, as self-respecting, intelligent women, have been told by society that we are.
It's a little sad, I guess is what I'm trying to say.
And later on -- see this post: http://talkingstove.blogspot.com/2008/09/notes-to-self.html -- Andromache falls all over the place telling Hektor/Hector how FUCKING AWESOME he is. Gross. C'mon, ladies. Respect yourselves.
"...me, who am a nasty bitch evil-intriguing, how I wish that on that day when my mother first bore me the foul whirlwind of a storm had caught me away and swept me to the mountain, or into the wash of the sea deep-thundering where the waves would have swept me away..." -- Helen, p. 162, book 6
Okay, Helen... you're a total hottie, there's a war being fought over you, and all you can say is "I wish I'd died so men wouldn't fight over me"? For reals? You could have, um, not slept with Paris... but no matter. I doubt she really thought that of herself; no woman I know would be that self-deprecating in her situation. I mean, we're all self-deprecating sometimes, but most of us usually stick with calling ourselves bitches - which we, as self-respecting, intelligent women, have been told by society that we are.
It's a little sad, I guess is what I'm trying to say.
And later on -- see this post: http://talkingstove.blogspot.com/2008/09/notes-to-self.html -- Andromache falls all over the place telling Hektor/Hector how FUCKING AWESOME he is. Gross. C'mon, ladies. Respect yourselves.
From the Iliad
"He...handed him murderous symbols, which he inscribed in a folding tablet, enough to destroy life, and told him to show it to his wife's father, that he might perish." -- p. 157, book 6
So, this king dude wants to kill this other guy for no real reason... but rather than do it himself, he writes a letter to his father in law and hands it to the guy he wants dead. The guy then delivers it to the father in law, who reads it and sends the guy on various quests, doing various heroic deeds, in hopes that he'll die. (He doesn't.)
But the insinuation, in Homer, is that the writing itself will kill the guy. (Who, if you're curious, is Bellerophontes.) The writing is so powerful that it could kill Bellerophontes simply because he cannot read. How ironic! This man carries his own death sentence to someone who will carry it out, and he does so because, due to his inability to read, he doesn't know it's a death sentence.
:awesome:
So, this king dude wants to kill this other guy for no real reason... but rather than do it himself, he writes a letter to his father in law and hands it to the guy he wants dead. The guy then delivers it to the father in law, who reads it and sends the guy on various quests, doing various heroic deeds, in hopes that he'll die. (He doesn't.)
But the insinuation, in Homer, is that the writing itself will kill the guy. (Who, if you're curious, is Bellerophontes.) The writing is so powerful that it could kill Bellerophontes simply because he cannot read. How ironic! This man carries his own death sentence to someone who will carry it out, and he does so because, due to his inability to read, he doesn't know it's a death sentence.
:awesome:
27 September 2008
Quotes from Boccaccio
"And whenever a day passed without her having set eyes upon him, she was restless for the whole of the following night." -- Third Day of the Decameron, p. 206
"Since you are not imperceptive, you will undoubtedly have become well aware, long before now, that I am deeply in love with you, not only because of your beauty, which without any question surpasses that of every other woman I ever saw, but also on account of your laudable manners and singular virtues, any one of which would be sufficient to capture the heart of the noblest man alive. It is thus unnecessary for me to offer you a long-winded account of my love for you. Suffice it to say that no man ever loved any woman more deeply or more ardently, and that I shall continue to do so unfailingly for as long as life sustains this poor, suffering body of mine, and longer still; for if, in the life hereafter, people love as they do on earth, I shall love you for ever." -- Third Day, p. 223
"Since, as you perceive, I belong to you unreservedly, it is not without reason that I will venture to address my pleas to your noble heart, which is the one true source of all my peace, all my contentment, and all my well-being. Dearest beloved, since I am yours and you alone have the power to fortify my soul with some vestige of hope as I languish in the fiery flames of love, I beseech you, as your most humble servant, to show me some mercy and mitigate the harshness you have been wont to display towards me in the past. Your compassion will console me, enabling me to claim that it is to your beauty that I owe, not only my love, but also my very life, which will assuredly fail unless your proud spirit yields to my entreaties, and then indeed people will be able to say that you have killed me...in order to forestall so regrettable an outcome, instead of allowing me to die, take pity on me whilst there is still time, for in you alone lies the power of making me the happiest or the most wretched man alive. It is my hope and my belief that you will not be so unkind as to allow death to be my reward for such passionate devotion, and that you will gladly consent to my humble entreaty, thus restoring my failing spirits, which have turned quite faint with awe in your gracious presence." -- Third Day, p. 224
"Since you are not imperceptive, you will undoubtedly have become well aware, long before now, that I am deeply in love with you, not only because of your beauty, which without any question surpasses that of every other woman I ever saw, but also on account of your laudable manners and singular virtues, any one of which would be sufficient to capture the heart of the noblest man alive. It is thus unnecessary for me to offer you a long-winded account of my love for you. Suffice it to say that no man ever loved any woman more deeply or more ardently, and that I shall continue to do so unfailingly for as long as life sustains this poor, suffering body of mine, and longer still; for if, in the life hereafter, people love as they do on earth, I shall love you for ever." -- Third Day, p. 223
"Since, as you perceive, I belong to you unreservedly, it is not without reason that I will venture to address my pleas to your noble heart, which is the one true source of all my peace, all my contentment, and all my well-being. Dearest beloved, since I am yours and you alone have the power to fortify my soul with some vestige of hope as I languish in the fiery flames of love, I beseech you, as your most humble servant, to show me some mercy and mitigate the harshness you have been wont to display towards me in the past. Your compassion will console me, enabling me to claim that it is to your beauty that I owe, not only my love, but also my very life, which will assuredly fail unless your proud spirit yields to my entreaties, and then indeed people will be able to say that you have killed me...in order to forestall so regrettable an outcome, instead of allowing me to die, take pity on me whilst there is still time, for in you alone lies the power of making me the happiest or the most wretched man alive. It is my hope and my belief that you will not be so unkind as to allow death to be my reward for such passionate devotion, and that you will gladly consent to my humble entreaty, thus restoring my failing spirits, which have turned quite faint with awe in your gracious presence." -- Third Day, p. 224
Notes To Self
Solymoi: http://messagenet.com/myths/ppt/Solymoi_1.html
Immortal Technique: http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=4010185
"Eight twenty-six - I have my first waffle. Choice toppings? Amana maple syrup and Bailey's Irish Cream. Delicious." -- Mesch
"Dear Comrade Hannah, so begins the revolution. In solidarity, Comrade Julia."
Don Quixote, metafiction, Aristophanic comedy, the Canterbury Tales, Prospero, Ecclesiastes
"Soup-guzzling pie-muncher"
Name: Catella
"...and for me it would be far better to sink into the earth when I have lost you, for there is no other consolation for me after you have gone to your destiny - only grief..." -- the Iliad, book 6, spoken by Andromache to Hector
"Why does your heart sorrow so much for me? No man is going to hurl me to Hades, unless it is fated, but as for fate, I think that no man has yet escaped it once it has taken its first form, neither brave man nor coward." -- the Iliad, book 6, spoken by Hector to Andromache
Immortal Technique: http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=4010185
"Eight twenty-six - I have my first waffle. Choice toppings? Amana maple syrup and Bailey's Irish Cream. Delicious." -- Mesch
"Dear Comrade Hannah, so begins the revolution. In solidarity, Comrade Julia."
Don Quixote, metafiction, Aristophanic comedy, the Canterbury Tales, Prospero, Ecclesiastes
"Soup-guzzling pie-muncher"
Name: Catella
"...and for me it would be far better to sink into the earth when I have lost you, for there is no other consolation for me after you have gone to your destiny - only grief..." -- the Iliad, book 6, spoken by Andromache to Hector
"Why does your heart sorrow so much for me? No man is going to hurl me to Hades, unless it is fated, but as for fate, I think that no man has yet escaped it once it has taken its first form, neither brave man nor coward." -- the Iliad, book 6, spoken by Hector to Andromache
Man #2
Sunday: "It felt nice today on the futon, just being together. We can't though."
Monday: "My living room is the seat of world culture." (That one's not significant, just funny.)
Tuesday: "My play count for 'Samson' [by Regina Spektor, which I recommended the previous day] is 67."
Tuesday: "You are good dudette."
Wednesday: "I feel like I could very easily lose you because of this situation. But to be clear, I will not pursue any romantic relationship between us."
Thursday: "The bathroom light is very unflattering." [re. my saying I looked awful]
Thursday, we talked all night and into Friday morning.
Friday night was our official first date. Where'd we go, you ask? THE CHUCK BERRY CONCERT. Yes. How absolutely fantastic. Afterward we grabbed a movie from my place and headed back to his. After some hanging out and his conversation with Man #1 ensuring that such action wouldn't violate their friendship, he asked if I wanted to be his girlfriend.
Needless to say, I said yes.
Monday: "My living room is the seat of world culture." (That one's not significant, just funny.)
Tuesday: "My play count for 'Samson' [by Regina Spektor, which I recommended the previous day] is 67."
Tuesday: "You are good dudette."
Wednesday: "I feel like I could very easily lose you because of this situation. But to be clear, I will not pursue any romantic relationship between us."
Thursday: "The bathroom light is very unflattering." [re. my saying I looked awful]
Thursday, we talked all night and into Friday morning.
Friday night was our official first date. Where'd we go, you ask? THE CHUCK BERRY CONCERT. Yes. How absolutely fantastic. Afterward we grabbed a movie from my place and headed back to his. After some hanging out and his conversation with Man #1 ensuring that such action wouldn't violate their friendship, he asked if I wanted to be his girlfriend.
Needless to say, I said yes.
Man #1
"We are not connected in any way."
So, are we friends?
"I haven't decided, but truth be told probably not. I very much doubt I'll willingly talk to you of my own accord."
"Got some interesting information last night. Definitely didn't expect it, and for some reason it kinda hurt. So I just said fuck it, I'm ending things now."
"I'm not gonna leave myself in a position to get hurt. Not my style."
So, are we friends?
"I haven't decided, but truth be told probably not. I very much doubt I'll willingly talk to you of my own accord."
"Got some interesting information last night. Definitely didn't expect it, and for some reason it kinda hurt. So I just said fuck it, I'm ending things now."
"I'm not gonna leave myself in a position to get hurt. Not my style."
20 September 2008
Brief Notes - pre-real post
Fleet Foxes and the National.
Shut the f*** up you p*ssy ass son of a b*tch. You can suck my left nut and find a girl to suck your tiny dick and pull the stick out of your ass.
I got no work done today; I got out of bed - for food - at 8:30 p.m.
Shut the f*** up you p*ssy ass son of a b*tch. You can suck my left nut and find a girl to suck your tiny dick and pull the stick out of your ass.
I got no work done today; I got out of bed - for food - at 8:30 p.m.
17 September 2008
In which I am an emo whiny teenager again
Today at breakfast, I mentioned Man #2 in conversation. Viktor has never met Man #2.
Viktor: Is [Man #2] a good guy?
Me: I am madly in love with [Man #2].
Viktor: With a name like [Man #2], I love him too. It's a sexy name.
Me: Yes. Yes it is.
(Note: this makes much more sense if you know Man #2's real name.)
Did I really say I was madly in love with him?
Am I really madly in love with him?
Would I say I was if I really was?
Why don't I know myself well enough to know this?
Does it matter, since he limits his time with me anyway, since he doesn't want to offend his good friend, my ex?
Whaaaaaaat?
Viktor: Is [Man #2] a good guy?
Me: I am madly in love with [Man #2].
Viktor: With a name like [Man #2], I love him too. It's a sexy name.
Me: Yes. Yes it is.
(Note: this makes much more sense if you know Man #2's real name.)
Did I really say I was madly in love with him?
Am I really madly in love with him?
Would I say I was if I really was?
Why don't I know myself well enough to know this?
Does it matter, since he limits his time with me anyway, since he doesn't want to offend his good friend, my ex?
Whaaaaaaat?
16 September 2008
Some more notes from my phone about stuff.
"Century Tree" from Camp
"Roxie" from Chicago - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=is2h4q4b00o
"Pandemonium," "I'm Not That Smart," "I Speak Six Languages," and "My Unfortunate Erection" from Spelling Bee
"No, I'm naked out of lewdness." -- Man #2
"Roxie" from Chicago - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=is2h4q4b00o
"Pandemonium," "I'm Not That Smart," "I Speak Six Languages," and "My Unfortunate Erection" from Spelling Bee
"No, I'm naked out of lewdness." -- Man #2
New Stuff! It's Free!
Two new deviations on DeviantArt under my account:
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Twat?
So I have this thing.
It's called a Twitter.
When one has a Twitter account, one "tweets" about what one is doing.
It's like a Facebook status, only cooler.
My Twitter username is Sebhar.
You should follow me on Twitter.
Some Recent Tweets:
- HAWKEYE STATE! HAWKEYE STATE! HAWKEYE STATE!
- Epic Peruvian fail.
- I'm watching a guy play Misirlou on the mandolin. Bad. Ass.
- Jess and I are listening to Chopin at obnoxious volume.
- Now we're paying for a pizza with nothing but change.
- We're independent women, some mistake us for whores. I say, why spend mine, when I can spend yours?
- The Red Army is marching on Moscow.
See? Don't you wish you could have those little nuggets of my life delivered to your text message inbox?
It's called a Twitter.
When one has a Twitter account, one "tweets" about what one is doing.
It's like a Facebook status, only cooler.
My Twitter username is Sebhar.
You should follow me on Twitter.
Some Recent Tweets:
- HAWKEYE STATE! HAWKEYE STATE! HAWKEYE STATE!
- Epic Peruvian fail.
- I'm watching a guy play Misirlou on the mandolin. Bad. Ass.
- Jess and I are listening to Chopin at obnoxious volume.
- Now we're paying for a pizza with nothing but change.
- We're independent women, some mistake us for whores. I say, why spend mine, when I can spend yours?
- The Red Army is marching on Moscow.
See? Don't you wish you could have those little nuggets of my life delivered to your text message inbox?
15 September 2008
Some Other Favourite Text Messages
"Easily a 9, maybe even a 9.5. There isn't much you need to do to get better lol." -- Man #1
"I had no idea you had a thing for me! I knew you're having a hard time, so I wouldn't mind if you leaned on me for the duration." -- Man #2
"I love you, though I dunno why you love me either." -- Man #1
"I love bums!" "Doesn't that require a lot of lubricant?" "Yeah. it's called elbow grease." "Okay. Just don't tear any sphincters." -- Man #2 and myself
"I can't do this. You just broke up with one of my best friends. I'm sure you recognize the situation this would put us in... I'm not saying you were going to come over and demand whoopi, I just want to avoid misinterpretation. We can meet up tomorrow though?" -- Man #2
"...I meant other peeps misinterpreting what we're doing. I mean it's 3 a.m." -- Man #2
"I love u hannah ;)" -- Nathan
"I want you to stay." -- Man #1
"Hahahaha I know. And I love you for that." -- Man #1
"I had no idea you had a thing for me! I knew you're having a hard time, so I wouldn't mind if you leaned on me for the duration." -- Man #2
"I love you, though I dunno why you love me either." -- Man #1
"I love bums!" "Doesn't that require a lot of lubricant?" "Yeah. it's called elbow grease." "Okay. Just don't tear any sphincters." -- Man #2 and myself
"I can't do this. You just broke up with one of my best friends. I'm sure you recognize the situation this would put us in... I'm not saying you were going to come over and demand whoopi, I just want to avoid misinterpretation. We can meet up tomorrow though?" -- Man #2
"...I meant other peeps misinterpreting what we're doing. I mean it's 3 a.m." -- Man #2
"I love u hannah ;)" -- Nathan
"I want you to stay." -- Man #1
"Hahahaha I know. And I love you for that." -- Man #1
Some Favourite Text Messages
Me: Every time I walk past the bush containing your underwear, it brightens up my day.
Man #2: They radiate happiness.
Me: Is that a result of nuclear decomposition, do you think?
Man #2: Yes. My penis is capable of acting as the core to a nuclear reactor.
Me: That explains so much about you.
Man #2: Especially my glowing, hairless groin.
Me: I can see how that would be an advantage.
Man #2: I keep it in a lead sheath. If you ever need chemo for cervical cancer, just call me up.
Me: Oh I will. Rawr. If you ever meet someone else with a similar situation, you could have light saber battles.
Man #2: They radiate happiness.
Me: Is that a result of nuclear decomposition, do you think?
Man #2: Yes. My penis is capable of acting as the core to a nuclear reactor.
Me: That explains so much about you.
Man #2: Especially my glowing, hairless groin.
Me: I can see how that would be an advantage.
Man #2: I keep it in a lead sheath. If you ever need chemo for cervical cancer, just call me up.
Me: Oh I will. Rawr. If you ever meet someone else with a similar situation, you could have light saber battles.
08 September 2008
The best things in life...
...are free. So they say. And more and more I'm beginning to believe them.
The story of the awesome thing that happened this afternoon began a week ago yesterday. As you may have read in an earlier post, Man #1 decided to break up with me on that date. I got in touch with a friend - from now on referred to as Man #2 - who said he'd come over and give me a hug, make me feel better. Now, he did come over, and we ended up going to a party together and hanging out for pretty much the entire night, but never did I get the promised hug. So I texted him later, all faking hurt that he hadn't hugged me. He argued that I hadn't hugged him; little does he know (though he may suspect) I'm afraid of what will happen if I initiate a hug with him. I feel I could accidentally mistake my friendship with Man #2 for more than friendship. Initiating a hug... yeah. I just don't want to go there. Next time, he says.
We'd seen each other a few times since. Next time, he'd say, as soon as I mentioned (and I always did) that he had yet again not hugged me. After crashing on his futon Saturday night, I lamented once more that I hadn't gotten my rightful hug.
So today, Monday, comes around. I text him about the hug, and he says, "next time I see you we will hug." I figure, okay, I never run into him around campus, this weekend, probably at Ben's, I shall receive my hug, however long overdue. I walk out of Spanish and head down the hill, intending to do some homework in the communication studies building. Usually I do not head down the hill at 3:30 on Monday afternoons, it should be noted. At the bottom of the hill is an awful three-way intersection which never gives you enough time to walk. Stuck on the wrong side of the street, I scan the crowd opposite me and notice a guy in a Beatles "Let It Be" shirt. Hey, I think, I know that shirt... (in fact I own one of the same print). I look up and, lo and behold, it is Man #2. The lights change, we each step off the curb. Onlookers must have thought we were about to run into each other - and we did. There, in the middle of this awful intersection, I got a hug.
I've been smirking about how badass that was ever since.
The story of the awesome thing that happened this afternoon began a week ago yesterday. As you may have read in an earlier post, Man #1 decided to break up with me on that date. I got in touch with a friend - from now on referred to as Man #2 - who said he'd come over and give me a hug, make me feel better. Now, he did come over, and we ended up going to a party together and hanging out for pretty much the entire night, but never did I get the promised hug. So I texted him later, all faking hurt that he hadn't hugged me. He argued that I hadn't hugged him; little does he know (though he may suspect) I'm afraid of what will happen if I initiate a hug with him. I feel I could accidentally mistake my friendship with Man #2 for more than friendship. Initiating a hug... yeah. I just don't want to go there. Next time, he says.
We'd seen each other a few times since. Next time, he'd say, as soon as I mentioned (and I always did) that he had yet again not hugged me. After crashing on his futon Saturday night, I lamented once more that I hadn't gotten my rightful hug.
So today, Monday, comes around. I text him about the hug, and he says, "next time I see you we will hug." I figure, okay, I never run into him around campus, this weekend, probably at Ben's, I shall receive my hug, however long overdue. I walk out of Spanish and head down the hill, intending to do some homework in the communication studies building. Usually I do not head down the hill at 3:30 on Monday afternoons, it should be noted. At the bottom of the hill is an awful three-way intersection which never gives you enough time to walk. Stuck on the wrong side of the street, I scan the crowd opposite me and notice a guy in a Beatles "Let It Be" shirt. Hey, I think, I know that shirt... (in fact I own one of the same print). I look up and, lo and behold, it is Man #2. The lights change, we each step off the curb. Onlookers must have thought we were about to run into each other - and we did. There, in the middle of this awful intersection, I got a hug.
I've been smirking about how badass that was ever since.
07 September 2008
Weekend 3
Thursday: I seem to remember some drinking at Ben's. Ah yes, there was. We drank a bit, enough to get me less-than-sober, and went to Pita Pit. I dunno what it was, but that was the best damn falafel I've ever had from that place. That was around midnight. Eventually I left the group there and went to Man #1's.
Why? I'll tell you why.
I'm on birth control. Yep. So I usually don't get a period... but I have one right now. Which means there was a fertilized egg. Zygote. A little tiny micro-baby. So on top of being kinda hormonal, I'm all freaked out about the reason behind the leak.
Let me be straight with you; I wanna be a mom someday. I really, really do. I believe someday the right guy will come along - or maybe I'll just go to a sperm bank, which is looking more and more appealing each day - and I'll have a baby. The thought used to terrify me, but the more I think about it, the more I want it.
So, yeah, Thursday night. I cried on Man #1 for a little while, and we did it for a little while, and I fell asleep.
Friday: JUNGLE JUGS! Cody's 21st birthday party at his place. Oh so gay and oh so risque. We all showed up in underwear. XD Actually, I had on a see-through shirt over my bra, and fishnets. I also had a fedora, giant hoop earrings, combat boots, and way, WAY more makeup than I've ever worn before in my life. I looked like something out of Rocky Horror and it was fabulous. Five bucks got us all jungle juice and whatever else we could find to drink for the entire night. Tons of people were there, and everybody was drunk or high or both and it was fun. Eventually, though, I headed for Man #1's place, where there was also a social gathering.
Lots of people I didn't know were there when I walked in. Man #1 was there, of course, and also another guy I'd met at a previous party. Man #1's roommate was passed out in his room after vomiting all over the kitchen. Glad I missed that part. Anyway, a few minutes later, in walks Man #2 and Sam, who had gone for pizza, saying, "Did you guys call a hooker? You'd never believe the girl we saw walking here..." and then they both saw me. Plenty of chuckles were had. Eventually the people I didn't know and the guy I knew from a previous party left, so it was just me and Man #1 and Man #2 and Sam. I sang the Doug theme song with Man #2; how many guys do you know that you can do that with? He's an awesome kid. I asked Man #1 if I could borrow a shirt and cover myself up some, which I did despite protests from Sam and Man #2.
Anyway, eventually Man #2 and Sam also left, so it was just me and Man #1 (and, of course, the unconscious roommate in the other room). Man #1 and I talked a lot, eventually went to bed and just slept. It was nice. I'd forgotten we could do that.
Saturday: Whoo-ee, what a long day. After going to sleep at 6, Man #1 and I were up and getting things organized for going to the football game by 7:30. I was kind of asleep still when he left to go tailgate with his real friends, so he left me a key on the bedside table so I could lock up, kissed me on the forehead, and left.
What the hell.
I walked home carrying my stuff in a bag and wearing his shirt. I roused the roommate, showered, and grabbed a friend of ours before heading down to Melrose and the stadium. On Melrose we met up with my brother, sister, father and grandfather. The game was cool because we got my sister into the student section even though she's twelve, and she cheered obnoxiously with all the drunk college kids. I think she had a blast. :]
After the game, Grandpa came over and I recorded him telling us stories. A bunch of my friends stayed - my grandpa tells awesome stories. I had to make the recording for a class, but I love listening to him even when it's not required.
Saturday night I knew I had a butt-ton of homework to do, but I just couldn't focus. Ben came over to do laundry and told me about how his Friday night ended - much more scandalously than mine. I was gonna go to a party with Man #2 and Sam, but the party got busted and we ended up meeting them at Panchero's. Ben needed to take his laundry home, so the guys helped and I followed. I ended up on Man #2's futon with a pillow and a sheet that smelled like him.
I slept for eight hours, until ten, when I heard Man #2 rummaging around in the kitchen. I said good morning so he knew I was awake, and he asked me if I'd ever seen a YouTube video called Indian Thriller. I said no. We watched it on his awfully slow internet connection (you can too if you click the title of this post!) and then we each went back to our separate beds.
The next time I woke up was at 2 p.m. Let's bear in mind that it was now Sunday. My hosts were both up and about now, making breakfast - burritos on plates for Man #2, an omelete for Sam, and baby carrots and juice for me. We ate and chatted and watched Shaun of the Dead until I remembered I really needed to work on homework (which is code for "until I couldn't actually keep my eyes off Man #2 because he looked pretty cute without his glasses and with his hair all mussed"). I said goodbye, thanked my generous hosts, and started to walk in the direction of downtown.
Eventually I ran into DanK, who was on his way to Panchero's. I had totally forgotten that the dining hall closed at 2 on Sundays. So I joined Dan for some Panch, then headed back to the dorms. Once outside my room, I recieved word of a plot to go to Jimmy John's, so I tagged along for that, too, and picked myself up a sandwich for later. Finally I got back to the room and showered and started plugging away at homework - this was at about six.
So it goes.
Why? I'll tell you why.
I'm on birth control. Yep. So I usually don't get a period... but I have one right now. Which means there was a fertilized egg. Zygote. A little tiny micro-baby. So on top of being kinda hormonal, I'm all freaked out about the reason behind the leak.
Let me be straight with you; I wanna be a mom someday. I really, really do. I believe someday the right guy will come along - or maybe I'll just go to a sperm bank, which is looking more and more appealing each day - and I'll have a baby. The thought used to terrify me, but the more I think about it, the more I want it.
So, yeah, Thursday night. I cried on Man #1 for a little while, and we did it for a little while, and I fell asleep.
Friday: JUNGLE JUGS! Cody's 21st birthday party at his place. Oh so gay and oh so risque. We all showed up in underwear. XD Actually, I had on a see-through shirt over my bra, and fishnets. I also had a fedora, giant hoop earrings, combat boots, and way, WAY more makeup than I've ever worn before in my life. I looked like something out of Rocky Horror and it was fabulous. Five bucks got us all jungle juice and whatever else we could find to drink for the entire night. Tons of people were there, and everybody was drunk or high or both and it was fun. Eventually, though, I headed for Man #1's place, where there was also a social gathering.
Lots of people I didn't know were there when I walked in. Man #1 was there, of course, and also another guy I'd met at a previous party. Man #1's roommate was passed out in his room after vomiting all over the kitchen. Glad I missed that part. Anyway, a few minutes later, in walks Man #2 and Sam, who had gone for pizza, saying, "Did you guys call a hooker? You'd never believe the girl we saw walking here..." and then they both saw me. Plenty of chuckles were had. Eventually the people I didn't know and the guy I knew from a previous party left, so it was just me and Man #1 and Man #2 and Sam. I sang the Doug theme song with Man #2; how many guys do you know that you can do that with? He's an awesome kid. I asked Man #1 if I could borrow a shirt and cover myself up some, which I did despite protests from Sam and Man #2.
Anyway, eventually Man #2 and Sam also left, so it was just me and Man #1 (and, of course, the unconscious roommate in the other room). Man #1 and I talked a lot, eventually went to bed and just slept. It was nice. I'd forgotten we could do that.
Saturday: Whoo-ee, what a long day. After going to sleep at 6, Man #1 and I were up and getting things organized for going to the football game by 7:30. I was kind of asleep still when he left to go tailgate with his real friends, so he left me a key on the bedside table so I could lock up, kissed me on the forehead, and left.
What the hell.
I walked home carrying my stuff in a bag and wearing his shirt. I roused the roommate, showered, and grabbed a friend of ours before heading down to Melrose and the stadium. On Melrose we met up with my brother, sister, father and grandfather. The game was cool because we got my sister into the student section even though she's twelve, and she cheered obnoxiously with all the drunk college kids. I think she had a blast. :]
After the game, Grandpa came over and I recorded him telling us stories. A bunch of my friends stayed - my grandpa tells awesome stories. I had to make the recording for a class, but I love listening to him even when it's not required.
Saturday night I knew I had a butt-ton of homework to do, but I just couldn't focus. Ben came over to do laundry and told me about how his Friday night ended - much more scandalously than mine. I was gonna go to a party with Man #2 and Sam, but the party got busted and we ended up meeting them at Panchero's. Ben needed to take his laundry home, so the guys helped and I followed. I ended up on Man #2's futon with a pillow and a sheet that smelled like him.
I slept for eight hours, until ten, when I heard Man #2 rummaging around in the kitchen. I said good morning so he knew I was awake, and he asked me if I'd ever seen a YouTube video called Indian Thriller. I said no. We watched it on his awfully slow internet connection (you can too if you click the title of this post!) and then we each went back to our separate beds.
The next time I woke up was at 2 p.m. Let's bear in mind that it was now Sunday. My hosts were both up and about now, making breakfast - burritos on plates for Man #2, an omelete for Sam, and baby carrots and juice for me. We ate and chatted and watched Shaun of the Dead until I remembered I really needed to work on homework (which is code for "until I couldn't actually keep my eyes off Man #2 because he looked pretty cute without his glasses and with his hair all mussed"). I said goodbye, thanked my generous hosts, and started to walk in the direction of downtown.
Eventually I ran into DanK, who was on his way to Panchero's. I had totally forgotten that the dining hall closed at 2 on Sundays. So I joined Dan for some Panch, then headed back to the dorms. Once outside my room, I recieved word of a plot to go to Jimmy John's, so I tagged along for that, too, and picked myself up a sandwich for later. Finally I got back to the room and showered and started plugging away at homework - this was at about six.
So it goes.
06 September 2008
"I'm never doing that again..."
By "that" I mean wandering away from the group while slightly intoxicated, in the middle of the city in the middle of the night, and ending up at my ex's place crying because of zygotes and eventually falling asleep. I only wish I was not-in-love with him back. ._.
01 September 2008
The Talking Stove - an Introduction
Hi! Nice to meet you!
This is a blog for thoughts. I have another for recording actual events - this one is about what I think, how I react to things, all that.
I don't intend to write anything offensive to anyone. I just want to communicate what I perceive and feel.
Any narratives here might have actually happened, but could just as easily be false.
Click the link - you'll see what the Talking Stove is all about.
This is a blog for thoughts. I have another for recording actual events - this one is about what I think, how I react to things, all that.
I don't intend to write anything offensive to anyone. I just want to communicate what I perceive and feel.
Any narratives here might have actually happened, but could just as easily be false.
Click the link - you'll see what the Talking Stove is all about.
31 August 2008
Weekend 2
Thursday - Party at Ben's. Good times. Played us some pong and some Ring of Death. I was the only girl. I behaved, though. I seem to remember going to Man #1's after... who can tell, right?
Friday - Was definitely at Man #1's. I'm gonna start recording my weekends as they happen, not after the fact. Oh! I remember now. I was tarted up a bit for the party at Andrea and Julia's. Broke in my new shot glass. They have a poster in their kitchen of a kitty dangling from a branch with the caption, "Oh shit." They also had a large spider dangling outside one of their windows. When they busted out the pictures, I hid in the corner. Eventually I had a singalong with Donald - to "Part of Your World" from the Little Mermaid - and he gave me a calling card for a gay (male) phone sex line. Thank you, Donald. I walked over to Man #1's [alone] and stayed the night.
Saturday - Woke up early for the football game against Maine. Man #1 had tailgating obligations and I was supposed to meet my mother. So I threw on one of his shirts - can't go walking around the City dressed like a tart - then showered and ate and headed off to the stadium. Mommy and sister stayed to do some work in my dorm room. At the game, Mom texted me asking if she could have some of my popcorn. I said yes, but then realised with horror that my popcorn was stored dangerously close to my bottle of vodka. I directed her to the snack farthest from my booze and hoped she didn't notice anything. I seem to have succeeded. However, I did vow to consume said vodka - about another three shots left - as soon as was prudent.
As for Saturday night, I stayed in, watched Monty Python's Meaning of Life with Dan, Kitty, Genevieve, Emily and Shawn. My roomie was out at a baseball game with an Older Man (aka grad student). I think some homework may have gotten done as well. Shock.
Sunday - What with the three-day weekend Labour Day provides, Sunday night promised some parties. However, that afternoon, Man #1 broke up with me. Whatever, right? Fuck that. Anyway, I texted Fernando, who came over and consoled me, though not in time to prevent me from downing the rest of my vodka all by myself like some kind of alcoholic.
He walked me to a party where Man #1 was drinkin' with Sam and Brady. Roomie was gone protesting the RNC. So it was me and the guys. I cleavaged my way into a free cup, which was sweet, and have a few beers to even out my hard liquor from before. We talked for awhile, sitting and drinking, then my phone rang. Carrie: "We have cake!" Me: "You have cake?" Sam: "Who has cake? I want some fucking cake!" Thus began an ultimately fruitless quest for cake in the drunken atmosphere of Iowa City. At one point we lost Fernando, and we lost Sam shortly thereafter. Brady, Man #1 and I headed north, to the building where Brady and Man #1 both live.
Man #1 walked me home, asked if I was alright, that kind of thing. When all's said and done he's a quality dude. Just doesn't do commitment well, or something. I read some Vonnegut, fell asleep. Woke up Monday morning with oodles of homework.
Friday - Was definitely at Man #1's. I'm gonna start recording my weekends as they happen, not after the fact. Oh! I remember now. I was tarted up a bit for the party at Andrea and Julia's. Broke in my new shot glass. They have a poster in their kitchen of a kitty dangling from a branch with the caption, "Oh shit." They also had a large spider dangling outside one of their windows. When they busted out the pictures, I hid in the corner. Eventually I had a singalong with Donald - to "Part of Your World" from the Little Mermaid - and he gave me a calling card for a gay (male) phone sex line. Thank you, Donald. I walked over to Man #1's [alone] and stayed the night.
Saturday - Woke up early for the football game against Maine. Man #1 had tailgating obligations and I was supposed to meet my mother. So I threw on one of his shirts - can't go walking around the City dressed like a tart - then showered and ate and headed off to the stadium. Mommy and sister stayed to do some work in my dorm room. At the game, Mom texted me asking if she could have some of my popcorn. I said yes, but then realised with horror that my popcorn was stored dangerously close to my bottle of vodka. I directed her to the snack farthest from my booze and hoped she didn't notice anything. I seem to have succeeded. However, I did vow to consume said vodka - about another three shots left - as soon as was prudent.
As for Saturday night, I stayed in, watched Monty Python's Meaning of Life with Dan, Kitty, Genevieve, Emily and Shawn. My roomie was out at a baseball game with an Older Man (aka grad student). I think some homework may have gotten done as well. Shock.
Sunday - What with the three-day weekend Labour Day provides, Sunday night promised some parties. However, that afternoon, Man #1 broke up with me. Whatever, right? Fuck that. Anyway, I texted Fernando, who came over and consoled me, though not in time to prevent me from downing the rest of my vodka all by myself like some kind of alcoholic.
He walked me to a party where Man #1 was drinkin' with Sam and Brady. Roomie was gone protesting the RNC. So it was me and the guys. I cleavaged my way into a free cup, which was sweet, and have a few beers to even out my hard liquor from before. We talked for awhile, sitting and drinking, then my phone rang. Carrie: "We have cake!" Me: "You have cake?" Sam: "Who has cake? I want some fucking cake!" Thus began an ultimately fruitless quest for cake in the drunken atmosphere of Iowa City. At one point we lost Fernando, and we lost Sam shortly thereafter. Brady, Man #1 and I headed north, to the building where Brady and Man #1 both live.
Man #1 walked me home, asked if I was alright, that kind of thing. When all's said and done he's a quality dude. Just doesn't do commitment well, or something. I read some Vonnegut, fell asleep. Woke up Monday morning with oodles of homework.
24 August 2008
Weekend 1
Got back to the City on Wednesday.
Worked days. Spent lots of time with Man #1. Met a bunch of his friends, spent some nights.
Saturday night was the main party. I showed up kind of late, having started out the night with Ben and Tommy and Shawn at Ben and Tommy's place. Ben has cheap, nasty beer and Tommy has some classy, aged Irish whiskey [I later learned it was Tullamore Dew]. After a few, Ben, Shawn and I headed over to Man #1's apartment, met a bunch of people, drank (more).
Eventually there was a run to Panchero's. Delicious food was had. We hugged everyone goodbye and people parted ways for the most part. Man #1 and his roommate and their neighbor, plus Maggie and I, the girlfriends. Maggie got some; I cleaned up vomit. Next weekend he'd dump me anyway. Super fun. Men sure treat women right.
Classes start at 12:30 Monday. Woo boy.
Worked days. Spent lots of time with Man #1. Met a bunch of his friends, spent some nights.
Saturday night was the main party. I showed up kind of late, having started out the night with Ben and Tommy and Shawn at Ben and Tommy's place. Ben has cheap, nasty beer and Tommy has some classy, aged Irish whiskey [I later learned it was Tullamore Dew]. After a few, Ben, Shawn and I headed over to Man #1's apartment, met a bunch of people, drank (more).
Eventually there was a run to Panchero's. Delicious food was had. We hugged everyone goodbye and people parted ways for the most part. Man #1 and his roommate and their neighbor, plus Maggie and I, the girlfriends. Maggie got some; I cleaned up vomit. Next weekend he'd dump me anyway. Super fun. Men sure treat women right.
Classes start at 12:30 Monday. Woo boy.
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