Updates

Heey. Haven't written anything in a while, because I've been terribly busy.

Christmas was a lot of fun, and Cape May was perfect, except for the fact that I caught a cold and didn't get a wink of sleep since the house was haunted by a ghost that was out to get me and Chris.

I think I've made up my mind that David Gahan is the best singer EVERRRR period.

A Walk Through Depeche Mode's History



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3rddbXZX154
Kinda funny how innocent and cute they used to be. Tora Tora

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wzLrTsZrwhs
I love this song! Can I just say that I was the hippest twelve year old ever? I seriously listened to this song everyday going to school in seventh grade.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fKGhl-rC3No
Then they fast forwarded to all the pain that excess brings. Dave is really gorgeous in this video, though. Heroin did wonders for his face, and I'm not kidding, either.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VBm_f5RCBec
Then Dave cleaned up! YAY! Now he's healthy, probably happy(er?), and better looking than ever. Go, Dave!

The Depeche Mode concert was the shiz, too. Such a good show.

I miss it lol

You're the Man Now Dog

There's a kid I know who I will call Tyler Pickle, for anonymity's sake. He is a soph, and pretty out there but in that totally cool "I know more about Leroy Jenkins than you do" way. In fact, he was listening to rap today, and this girl was rapping about Boba Fett, and weird stuff.

This kid is awesome.

At one point, his friend was playing Runescape, and when our teacher asked what it was, he said, "Why, it's Runescape- only the hottest game on the net right now." I love it; it's like he's so self-deprecating about his nerdiness.
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Sean Connery was really such a good looking guy. I love him. My Italian teacher and I both agree, Sean Connery, as a seventy year old man, is still mad attractive. Sneh's like, "But he's hairy!!!" That's true. But he's Scottish.


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Dear JK Rowling,
Even though I stopped reading at book number four or so, I really have a lot of respect for you. You're a huge Morrissey fan, you live in Scotland, and you seem to be a very interesting, compassionate, and funny person. We'd be friends, in that total Italian Teacher/ Student way. Except you're an author. But anyway, I applaud you for your dedication to the Harry Potter series. Those books are mad long. You have a lot of patience. However, I have to admit that the title of the seventh book (Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows) is possibly the stupidest thing I have ever heard. I almost choked on my saliva when I heard that was the name. I thought, "Wow, I got to check that out on Snopes.com" and much to my surprise, it isn't an Internet Rumor; it's the truth.

Jk Rowling, you are a sane member of our planet Earth, but in naming the final installment of your biggest achievement "Harry Potter and the Deathy Hallows", you lose some cred. Fix this problem. To help you out, I've created some great ideas you should consider seriously.

1) Harry Potter and the Ravages of Acne- Acne is extremely powerful in any teenager's life; even Voldemort wouldn't stand a chance against cystic acne. And who knows if you guys have Proactive??

2) Harry Potter and the Annoying Seven Movies- Wow, the fact that they keep on coming out with Harry Potter movies makes me want to chew my teeth.

3) Harry Potter and the Question of Sexuality- There's got to be someone gay at Hogwarts.

No, but really, I like Harry Potter. Just not like that one girl who wears wizards' robes and lives on those jelly beans and is constantly re-reading books 1-6. And not like the girl who signs her papers, Liz Malfoy

gfs

http://www.theonion.com/content/node/56628

I'm trying to learn German, btw. It's so difficult. I can't even form the sounds right. Glue-click vin-dacht-tin. Merry Xmas!

Stuff I Forgot To Say

Oh, and don't tell me you've studied Catholicism. Anyone who has studied Catholicism wouldn't have been even ATTEMPTING to make the point this boy was trying to get across; if you have studied Catholicism, you'd know that Catholics don't worship Mary.

The truth is, we just have mad respect. Like Ms. N and I were saying, she had to be a very special person to be conceived without original sin, and to be blessed with bearing the Son of God. She's not this average, everyday human vessel.

But whatever- Che significa? They're not going to change their minds. And I don't want to. Just don't smack that Bible at me.

I guess this is a very appropriate post, since Christmas is in only four days. I think that there is this religious stigma in society today; that you can't be a cool person, or even a good person, if you have some religious belief. I don't think that's true. I think you can be a learned individual and understanding and kind, and believe in an organized, established religon. It all basically comes down to that, and I believe you can go ahead and do whatever you want.

I'm baking cookies now. Have a good day!

How Could Mary Be a Virgin blah blah blah

Jesus has been the talk of the town all over my high school, and ignorant annoying kids who think they're so hip and anti-establishment keep saying, "How could Mary be a virgin if she gave birth to Jesus?"

Ok. It's a good question, right? I mean, anyone in their right mind would ask that. But how the Hell do you NOT know the Christmas story after being alive on this Earth for fifteen years? I keep explaining to people, Christian, Muslim, atheist, agnostic, whatever- that Mary was a virgin when she, through God's intercession, became pregnant with Jesus Christ. And everyone's like, "Oh, wait so God had sex with Mary-"

That's when I slap a bitch.

I'm a mad Catholic this week. Really. I'm a very understanding person, and I'm in no way conservative or fundamentalist- but bitches need to stop being so stupid, and pick up a book or at least listen to programs on the Discovery Channel. Do you REALLY REALLY freaking believe that I'm going to tell you, "Yes, God had sex with Mary. That's why she was a Virgin." Um, no.

My friend who is interested in religion is reading all about Christianity. She's very interested in Mary; Both Jesus' mom, and Mary Magdalene. She asked, "Was Mary always a virgin?" And I began to tell her about how Catholics and other denominations would have different answers, and how Protestants would say, No, Jesus had brothers blah blah blah blah blah, and that Catholics would say, No, Mary was a Virgin blah blah blah blah blah when Mr. Jehovah's Witness and Bible Belt Christian completely interrupt me and never give me a chance to speak.

I was totally going to give her a fair and unbiased answer, and cover all the bases, too.

Fundamentalist Christians are insane. Stop telling me and my Italian teacher that we worship Mary, and that we're going to Hell. No. We're not; and we don't worship Mary, suckas. BTW- Mary is totally spearing all the Fundamentalist Christians in that picture above. She's mad that they spread lies and bias to good people who have some honest questions and want some general answers.

Mary is every Italian's homegirl.

Yesterday

Yesterday, after watching Trouffaut's "The 400 Blows", I was so tired and cold, I crawled into bed to watch some of the commentary and to close my eyes for ten minutes. I must've fallen asleep, because my mom woke me up at 8:00 PM to ask if I wanted to watch my tv program.

"I fell asleep!" I moaned, groggily. "Ten more minutes."

When I opened my eyes, I was in the same position, staring at the wall, and it was very dark outside. The lights in the house were all out. I looked at my cell, and it was 1:40 in the morning. I went downstairs, got a glass of water, and fell back asleep. I woke up at six o' clock. Y-eah.

Randomness

What amazes me about Morrissey is that here's this man singing about isolation and feeling alienated, alone, and different. According to Morrissey, he's "never had no one ever". And he's "the world's ugliest man". Yet he's reached so many people through his music. While he sings about being alone, he's got millions of people who love him and feel that he's the most gorgeous man, inside and out. It's ironic, I guess; He might have felt like he was mad alone, but he's got so many fans, Mexicans and non-Mexicans, who just looooooooove him.

I think that there needs to be a talkshow where someone, preferably moi, speaks to assholes like Bill O'Reilly, Ann Coulter, and Republicans and avoids "civilized" conversations. Instead, I'd pull a Barry Gibb Talk Show.

Christmas is in six days. I'm really excited. I can't wait for Friday into Saturday, because I'm SLEEPING!! my way, which is a total of thirteen hours. Y-eah.

THE HAPPINESS

Christmas is in six days.
I'm watching Cinema Paradiso in Italian for the rest of the week.
I'm baking cookies Thursday.


THE SADNESS

Thinking about them just makes me miss Scotland more.
I have "ugly" hair
I eat when I'm not hungry, and feel fat.

part deux

well, i mentioned before how i had seen santa twice. i told you all about my adventures with santa below, because that was the most insanely awesome experience i had. the other one was slightly less awesome, so i won't really bother to tell u about it except i looked up in the sky and saw rudolph.

guys, i'm going to make a list of reasons why i hate george w. bush. stay tuned.

santa is alive and well

I was upset when I finally faced the truth and realized that a big fat man in a red suit didn't break into my house every early Christmas morning to deliver Barbies and TY Beanie Babies that he supposedly made in his "factory". I always doubted the factory part of the Santa Myth, btw. I was a smart kid; I knew there was no way Mattell was some dinky cabin in the North Pole filled with Mexican worker Elves. I always thought that Santa had a trust with all the toy companies; they probably just shared stocks, and shipped half their products to the North Pole, I mean, C'MON.

But I DID believe in Santa. I truly did. Because I saw him twice. Contrary to the factory ordeal, I was a good kid that really did believe every part of the Santa myth. I knew that Santa could land on my rooftop, and snap his fingers and end up in my house. I knew that Santa had to be real.

One time, I was so excited on Christmas Eve that I could hardly sleep. I woke up at around two in the morning, and sat in my bed, pondering. Should I go downstairs? Was Santa here yet? Should I wake everyone up?

Finally, I decided to summon my bravery and go downstairs. I tip-toed out of the room and walked carefully down the stairs, until I was on the bottom step. I bent over the railing, and peeked past the kitchen and into the living room, where I saw a shadowy figure underneath my Christmas tree.

My heart raced! Was it Santa? Did he see me? I quickly started to turn back, but decided I couldn't pass up this opportunity. So I looked again; the figure was still there! It wasn't my imagination. I blinked and pinched my arm; still there.

I went into the hall. Picture a little white girl with short hair and a Panda nightgown on, slowly walking to the glow of her Christmas tree, where some random stranger was arranging presents under.


"Santa?" I stopped by the end of the kitchen tile, where the kitchen setting met the carpeted living room. The man slowly turned around.

"Shhh," he said. "Don't make a sound."

Santa's voice wasn't jolly or good natured. Instead it was very harsh. In fact, he was different than I expected. He was skinny and had leathery skin and dirty hair. A swastika was carved into his forehead. On the wall he had written PIGGIES in red marker.

JK. It wasn't Charlie Manson. It was Santa.

Santa was much shorter than I expected, but he still looked like all the pictures and Coke bottles. His suit looked soft and shiny, and his beard was brushed and neat.

"Santa! Merry Christmas!"
"Why, thank you. And a Merry Christmas to you, too!" he winked. He set the last gift down, and sighed.
"I'm a hungry panda. Would you like to show me where my cookies are?"
"Of course!"

I showed Santa the plate of Low-Fat Stella Dora cookies and 2% Milk that was laying on the table. Santa sat on my chair and dunked the cookies into the glass, all the while smiling and humming to himself.

"Santa, how do you go all over the world in one night?" I asked him.
"Why, magic, of course! Plus, I have my trusty reindeer to help me."
"Ohh.."

Santa was done very quickly, and within seconds got up.

"Well, it's time to head down South. I've done all of Canada, New England, and the Great Lakes. Soon I'll be heading over to Brazil."

"Thank you for visiting. I love you, Santa!" I gave him a huge hug.

Santa smelled like alcohol. That was surprising.

"Well, I love you too, Vanessa. Off I go!" And poof, he was gone.

It didn't matter that Santa called me Vanessa, and it didn't matter that Santa reeked of beer. All that mattered to me was that I had seen Santa. And no one else did.

Sometimes I get up early and walk downstairs when it's still quite dark out on Christmas morning. I gaze at the tree and wonder, How could Santa be a fabrication, if I saw him ten years ago and even ate cookies with him?? Who is Vanessa? Would Santa be eligible for a DUI if he really was drinking that night?

Those are the true Christmas mysteries.

santa convention

today in the city there were at least two hundred men (and some women)dressed as santa clause in lincoln center. some formed conga lines, headed by a great big dancing bear, while others attempted to stand on the columns outside the ballet and take pictures of the hundreds of red and white caps. a sea of santas looks like a sea of...confusion? why were they there? some british lady yelled, "FATHER CHRISTMAS!" and pointed for her son to see. someone in passing said it was probably a santa convention, whileanother said that they were there for a huge get-together on an epic scale before they went off around the city. to do what? spread christmas cheer? i hope so.

all of a sudden, the sea of santa parted and a girl dressed in boots, white tights, and a blue tunic emerged from the crowd. on her head was a soft, felt menorah of sorts, and around her waist was a belt of plush dreidels. she was carrying bells in her hands, and gingerly walking toward the met, when she stopped, faced the crowd of on-lookers, and yelled, with lots of hutzpah,

"HAPPY HANUKKAH!!"

We all clapped and yelled for her. She turned around and shimmied back into the crowd of Santas, who were now chanting and jumping and acting generally very merry.

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I am so Christmasy. It's true. Next school week, yeah, it's going to be crappy, i can't deny. But I am so excited for Christmas Eve. Christmas Eve is greater than Christmas Day. Christmas is just kind of like, Oh wow...While Christmas Eve is like wOoWwWWw!!!zzzz!

I remember the period of time when school was so easy that I would bring a book with me, and read at least forty pages during class. And I'd still get good grades. Now I can't do that. But this week I certainly can. CHRISTMASSS!

Settle Down Children

It's that time again, friends. No, don't get out your hunting equiptment and the map of northern Jersey- it's time to read Laura's book reviews.

Yeats' Irish Legends

Like Lewis Black, I have a respect for Ireland. Of course I've never been there, but I do know that a) the stereotype is true. they do drink. and of course, b) they don't care about healthcare.

Sounds great! Thanks, Lewis Black. But Yeats has taught me another important lesson- that the Irish are freaking weird.

THESE STORIES ARE MESSED UP. They are truly disturbing. People say that life is ducked up now, um, not really when you consider how many Irishmen were slaying, eating, and burning each other on a regular, daily basis five hundred years ago.

Still, I really enjoyed reading the legends and the poems and stuff. Give it a try. It's mad funny at times too. Irish people=intense.


Anderson Cooper's Dispatches From the Edge

Of course, reading my husband's memoirs is kind of unnecessary as we share the most intimate details of our personal, tormented lives with each other. Yet even I, the woman who darns all his socks and orders Chinese food everynight, was surprised at how much I learned about A-Coop from this book.

Anderson intermingles his early childhood memories and experiences in Darfur, New Orleans, and Sri Lanka in a way that is not only extremely personal and touching, but riveting and, dare I say it, HARROWING. The details he shares on his experiences create a sense of "I WAS THERE" in the reader. Even during the toughest parts of his life, you're reading A-Coop's story, and feeling like you're with him the whole time.

why you all got to be so ig'nant

On a sulky afternoon spent in dispute
You'll give yourself a headache, boy
So I take revenge in stories and dreaming of the time when we're on stage
"Have you seen The Loneliness Of A Middle Distance Runner?"
When he stops the race and looks aroundI left the stage"You've seen it now"
I walked to the stationI wish you follow me tonight

i'm sitting in school and i should be working on my pop culture WWI project but I'm too busy looking up lyrics. Today we're putting up our Christmas tree. Thank God. It's about time.

I'm really tired and the rest of the day will be fun fun fun until..... ITALIAN TEST!!! Ahhh!! Mi dico- Che colpo! Il cotone, la lana, e di lusso. Esclusivo. Sono triste per oggi. abbiamo casa.

confronting german heritage

today i asked my father,

"dad, where did our great great grandparents from germany come from?" I decided maybe it was time to full on confront that teensy German heritage I have been trying to deny.

"Bremerhaven."

So I googled, and I got this. Elvis spent a lot of time in Bremerhaven during the war. Bremerhaven is pretty much only known for its port, and Elvis.

what is that cheerful sound? rain falling...

on the ground.
we'll wear a jolly crown
buckle up, we're wayward bound!

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Today I bought boots. Magnificent, these boots are made for walking boots. I'm very tired. Saturday I'm mad busy, Sunday I'm going to read more of "Emma". It's really good.

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It's funny how Peter Pan complexes go. You say you'll never change and be a child at heart, then you realize the games you play that are awfully adult. We all learn how the world works, how to get ahead by cheating in an expedient way. Maybe it's all the mock trial I'm doing. I don't know. you know how it is. i'm not necessarily talking about totally horrible things..i mean, just the complaining and whining and races you run in everyday life

Sorry

Sorry, completely screwed up there. Anywhooo, let's commence.

1. Orbit Lemon Lime gum- This is the best gum on the planet. Forget Stride. Forget bubbilicious. Forget any minty flavors and caffeine gums you've been chewing. Lemon Lime is the best flavor known to man. End of story. 1.00

2. Mod a-line dresses. All I'm saying. 30.00+ (?)

3. Mad guns- On Barbs, on me, on Hoggie. On whomever. (Depends on the price of your gym membership, or how many hammers you use while making a spice rack)

4. Not being able to say what you really want to in dire situations, and having the words on the tip of your tongue- PRICELESS.

call me morbid, call me pale, i spent six years on your traaaail. six long years of my life on your trail

Stocking Stuffers '06 (or, The Best Of..)

The London Eye

This is the London Eye, which is the biggest ferris wheel in the world. The ride takes thirty minutes, because it is incredibly awesome. I will be on this soon, and I will look at the world and think, Wow London is gray and ugly yet so charming and British.

London Callilng

I want to go to London.

A lot.

I'm not really that interested in England, I'm just mad for London. I want to go so badly. It's got...Big Ben. Tea. A lot of old rich people. Kings. Museums.

I'm fooling myself into believing that as soon as I step off a plane and into England, it'll be like the swinging London of the mod '60's, though. IDk. But I mean, have you seen that ferris wheel? It's ginormous!!!!

walt whitman wasn't really transcendental

just wanted to say that i am still alive, just mad busy with hw.

in the pines

in the pines, in the pines where the sun don't ever shine i would shiver the whole night through.

Charlie's Theme

I think that The Pastels are probably my favorite band as of right now, in this little minute. Well, I don't know...I mean, I've just recently re-discovered their greatness. I have a total Pam Berry-esque crush on Stephen, he's just so cute in like this really pale way. but then who am I to judge??? I am a pale one after all.

This is new, haha.



RANDOM THOUGHTS

This weekend is my gramps' birthday.

I am really fit from my strength and conditioning class.

I studied really hard for Italian test. I hope I do well. I totally need the weekend.

I love Stephen McRobbie woooo

MY FAVORITE SONG

It may be wintertime but baby it's superfine
You may be near or far
Finding a way to really get to me
Baby you know you are getting close to my heart

Yourself is my best side, my hope, my faith, and my guiding light
Your love is superfine
And it feels good in my heart
And I hope that I'm a part of you

So good to know you, so good to hold you
Thank you for being you
It's so good to know you

Empires may fall apart, the rivers may part,
Though you have won my heart
It feels good from the start
And I hope that I'm a part of you

So good to know you, so good to hold you
Thank you for being you
It's so good to love you

You really make my day
Make each day seem like a special day
I love your way,
Oh won't you stay

So good to know you, so good to hold you
THANK YOU FOR BEING YOU, OOOoooOOOoooH,
it's so good to knoooow you.

What I Really Want For Christmas

HARK!

World peace, eternal happiness, unlimited access to H&M- All great gift ideas, but not what I really want for Christmas '06. No- What I really want is the Sufjan Stevens Christmas Box Set, now only $20 on Amazon.com!! This is a great deal, as the twenty bucks buys you a FIVE DISC BOX SET of wonderful Sufjan Stevens singing Christmas songs. I used to think he was annoying, but overnight it seems I respect this adventurous, Walt Whitman-esque artist.

Truth is, I'll probably buy this next time I go Internet Christmas Shopping. I'll need money before that though. My career of burning CDs for my Dad's illegal music trading business is stalling. I'm head over heels in discs. I get .50 for each disc. That's like, mad less than minimum wage. How am I going to make money??

The moral of the story is, Sufjan Stevens and I are bffs and I need this album.

pumpkin-inny

Eating My Feelings

I ate my feelings when I came home from school today. I had six cookies and two bowls of cereal. Ouch.


The Jehovah's Witness is my Secret Santa. I wonder if at the last minute he'll back out, and not get me anything. I made sure everyone knew I like candy, just in case he's really stuck.

People who post at Radiohead forums generally tend to be dicks.

People who post at any music-related forum generally tend to be dicks.

My Spring 2007 Line is going to be influenced mainly by Elvis Costello's '70's-'80's look. I'm mainly going to shop in the guy sections of The Gap or Uniqlo or something. I want to do something different, and being Elvis Costello for the spring season is definitely different than the rest of the stuff I wear.

I say my style is like '80's trying to '60's retro mixed in with like old Hollywood. LOL I wish. Al says my style is " alternative, hip, funky, and classic". That's sweet. Thanks Alli.

I really want to make clothes!! AHhh!!HHH!HHAldalAAAHHHH! I have all these ideas and no means of creating the dresses.

A Very Mediterranean Thanksgiving

That's what I certainly had. Figs, prosciutto, and leeks, along with other gourmet Italian influenced foods. I certainly missed potatoes by the end of the day.

Would you believe I'm sitting in Digital Photography, updating my blog, looking at x-stitches and listening to Franz Ferdinand and the sub doesn't even care? It's good to be me today.

Wind It Up

I LOVE GWEN STEFANI.

As a huge No Doubt fan, I was all anti Gwen Stefani when she came out with her solo stuff, but now I realize that Gwen is soo freaking talented and awesome. If I were in her place, this is exactly the kind of music I'd be doing. It's wacky, it's fun, and it's revolutionary.

all my favorite singers couldn't sing

Thanksgiving will be so much fun because we're going to my cousin's house and even though she's catering, I know there's going to be a plethora of food and I know it's going to be GOOD. Plus, GameShowNetwork is having a marathon of one of my favorite shows. Life is so good on Turkey Day.

Remember when we used to watch the parades? Those were the days I'd get up at 7 in the morning on Thanksgiving. Nowadays I sleep until quarter past nine or ten. Christmas, too.

It's sad that the only time Native Americans and the white settlers ever really got along is a national holiday. Because with the exception of Thanksgiving, uhh, white people weren't too good to the indians.

But I'm not complaining, I love stuffing.

Morrissey Invites Himself To Thanksgiving

This girl holding the baby looks a lot like me. Bouguereau had an uncanny ability to paint me and my cousin in every one of his works.

yeeeah

I have no idea why, but the past two weeks I have been really content. I'm an overall happy person, but usually am anxious about SOMETHING in the back of my mind, you know. But life is good. I don't know why. I love winter. I am so happy during Advent and the weeks after Christmas.

For the first time in a while, I feel really healthy and really comfortable at school. I'm so happy.

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today at youth group we were talking about abortion. my youth group leader is of course very anti-abortion and pro-life. i wouldn't expect him to believe in pro choice. and i wouldn't expect him to teach us that abortion was ok; this is catholicism after all. but he made things so black and white. i don't perceive things in black and white ; i've always been a shade of grey when it came to abortion.
i just wish that ppl would focus less on teaching rules than teaching sympathy and compassion and understanding. c'mon guys.

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I WANT TO STITCH:

http://www.xs-collectibles.com/detail.aspx?ID=955 BOREAS- Woooow. This chick is such a pothead, she's like swirling around and stuff in the fields. Reminds me of myself in Scotland. Except my hair isn't this long. And I don't wear blue robes, unfortunately.

http://www.xs-collectibles.com/detail.aspx?ID=564 THE SHRINE- This girl is so pretty, and I really like her dress. There's so much white, though. it'd drive me insane. but then again, you risk insanity when it comes to stitching the arts.


http://www.xs-collectibles.com/detail.aspx?ID=563 THISBE- Either Thisbe is having a bad period, or she just realized you can see her boobs through her open sleeves. Oh, man, Thisbe- that kind of a sleeveless cut-off top is so '80's. But I love her hair and the expression on her face. I love Raphaelite art; I hate modern crap. I miss seeing this kind of expression in art.

http://www.xs-collectibles.com/detail.aspx?ID=705 MERMAID- Oh my gosh, look at all these beautiful blues and browns. At first I looked over this, but now I love it!!

Are Those Old Directions Still Direct?

Today at the Met's Gift Shop I found cute nightlights by Illuminart. They were gorgeous. Definitely not your baby nightlight. Instead they were all works of art. Imagine falling asleep staring at your Starry Night nightlight hehe.

So I looked the company up online, and I found some beautiful paintings in the "Pre-Raphaelite" genre. So I looked some of them up, and have discovered that females have been pissed off since the beginning of time.

Conversation With Myself

1. Would you live in another country? - Hot dog, I would. I'd love to live anywhere in the UK, where language barrier is never a problem and the food is always fried.

2. Who do you wish you looked like?- Hmm.. There are definitely a few women who I think are mad gorgeous and whose looks I wish I had. I kind of wish I was Jayne Mansfield or Kate Pierson of the B-52s.

3. Do you get depressed around Christmas?- Not at all. Christmas is actually the one time of the year where I am guaranteed to never get upset. It's the most wonderful time of the year, after all.

4. If you were a guy, who'd you like to be?- Elvis Costello, hands down.

5. Who is your rock star boyfriend? Well, that's a silly question. Morrissey is of course my bf, but I don't think of him as a rock star. I think I took a quiz once and my rockstar boyfriend result was Thom Yorke of Radiohead, who, despite his lazy eye, is kind of cute.

6. Ok, well would you date a rock star?- Hm, depends on your definition of rock star. When I was younger, I used to think Jim Morrison was the dead sexiest man alive. Now I look at him and think "yeah, he's good looking, but I wouldn't date him". Last night I was reading my Doors book, and I kept reading "Morrison" as "Morrissey". I think that says a lot about how I've changed.

7. Ok, so you're more likely to date a celibate gay or a really boring guy than date Led Zeppelin? It's the sad truth, I guess.

8. Since you're so into The Cranberries all of a sudden, what do you think about Northern Ireland? Well, as an American, I don't know how to answer. I guess you could say I'm a third generation Irish American, but I don't think I even know enough about the whole crisis to have an opinion. My family is from Northern Ireland, though, if that means anything. So I guess I'll just say- why can't everyone get along.

9. Do you like makeup?- I am totally into makeup. I've been mad forgetful and lazy about it though.

10. Describe your awesome style- It's like if I were in the '80's and trying to dress '60's if that makes any sense.

11. What's your favorite peice of clothing?- I have a really pretty beige sweater that I love.

12. What's the worst movie you've ever seen?- The worst movie I've ever seen is Manos: Hands of Fate. Wow. But I guess the worst movie I've ever seen that was somewhat coherent would have to be.. Date Movie. Some idiot told me it was actually funny. I just wanted to see Fake Owen Wilson.

13. Speaking of Owen Wilson, what's going on between you two?- We have a strictly professional relationship. Wes Anderson? He doesn't write those movies. It's always me and Owen.

14. What's your favorite Wes Anderson movie?- I haven't seen The Life Aquatic, but Royal Tenenbaums holds a special place in my heart.

OH CRAP!! I totally forgot. That's one of my favorite movies too.

15. Do you dream?- I dream all the time, and go through stages where I only have nightmares for a few weeks. Luckily I know how to wake myself up when that occurs.

16. Describe your worst nightmare.- I think I made myself forget it, because it was so disturbing. I guess a pretty bad one was the one where my cell phone rang in the middle of the night, and it was some guy threatening to kill my grandma...only, the phone call wasn't meant for me, but for this random girl I know instead. Then it got a lot worse, I guarantee.

17. Describe your best dream- David Duchovny. All I'm saying.

18. Who have you met that's famous? - I met Yoko Ono in NYC, and I met Belle and Sebastian recently.

19. Do you have mad enemies?- No, I really don't. I think I generally get along with people, even if on the inside I dislike them.

20. Do you have birthmarks?- An alligator one on my leg, for real.

21. Steve Irwin died.- I know, isn't that sad?

22. Rollercoasters? - HECK YES for some HECK NO for most.

23. Do you believe in karma?- I believe in karma, and according to my karma, some good stuff is about to happen to me right now!! Considering that since 2001-now things have been pretty rough what with everybody dying and being diagnosed with mad stuff.

24. Supernatural Experiences?- And supernatural experiences, I've had a few although too much to really mention. ok well one time I looked at my Jesus nightlight, and I SWEAR he was crying.

25. Madonna?- Madonna's music has gone soo downhill ever since she found spirituality. I wish she was still trying to be Marilyn, or acting slutty.

fools rush in where wisemen never go

some music to listen to as you read about me yay.

1. Name- do you really think i'm going to answer this, my name is laura though.

2. Age- I'm sixteen. Pedophiles no need apply.

3. Nationality- I'm a Jersey girl born and raised by Staten Islanders. I'm Irish, Scottish, Italian, and a teensy bit German but we all try to deny our German heritage.

3 1/2. Religion- Catholic. I'm not one of those people who bash Catholicism. I think there's a lot of good and a lot of bad in every religion. Go Virgin Mary.

4. Hair- Dark brown practically black. Think flapper.

5. Height- Five foot four.

6. Weight- Very funny

7. More Interesting Things- I'm pale, and I burn like a bitch.

8. Status- I am thoroughly single and not wallowing up in self pity. I haven't liked anyone in a long time ever since sewing and Morrissey became my boyfriend.

9. Looking for- Hmm... I guess my ideal guy would be at least six inches taller than me, light short hair, blue eyes, and slightly muscular. He'd like all the music I like, he'd be funny, and he's a smart guy. But that sounds too Aryan, doesn't it.

10. Kids? I like kids. I want three some day. I hate people who hate kids.

11. Favorite Shows- I love Lost. Strangers With Candy is a close tie, though. I also love Colbert Report. Hmm...I guess I don't like a lot of tv lol.

12. Favorite music- I love the '80s. I don't know why. I'm into everything, I guess. I love classic rock, twee, a lot of alternative and indie stuff. My favorite band is BelleandTheSmiths. That's if Belle and Sebastian magically formed with my other favorite band, The Smiths. I also enjoy Depeche Mode, The Cranberries, Bob Dylan, Orange Juice, and The Pastels. I really like old hokey folk music too!

13. Favorite movies- Hmm...I don't think it gets any better than Taxi Driver. But I also like La Belle et La Bete (that's actually probably my favorite film), 8 1/2, all Woody Allen stuff, Rosemary's Baby (hahaha-get it?) , and whatever.

14. Favorite hobbies- I like arts and crafts too much. I also enjoy fashion and I'm learning how to make my own clothes. I'm a shopaholic.

15. Do I like school? - I really enjoy school. Sometimes I really don't want to get out of bed (ok well I never want to get out of bed), and sometimes I freak out about tests. But still, I like learning.

16. Favorite actors- Joaquin Phoenix, John Cusack, Marlon Brando, James Dean, Johnny Depp, Alan Rickman, Jason Schwartzman, Jean Marais because he was absolutely amazing as the Beast and that Greek dude.. yeah.

17. Favorite actresses- Winona Ryder, Meryl Streep, Sally Field and Kirsten Dunst.

18. NSYNC or Backstreet?- Nsync all the way. I was a huge fan. I loved them all, practically. I went through a period of time where I was really into Lance (LOL), and then there was..Ok nevermind, too embarassing to look back.

19. Do you believe in aliens or ghosts?- I totally believe in ghosts. As for aliens, I do believe there must be life out there in space. Whether or not they're little midget creatures with antennaes, I don't know. But I do know that there was a week in October where I was abducted like three times, damn aliens.

20. Have you ever seen a ghost?- Not that I can remember.

21. What is your favorite color?- Greens and purples.

22. What do you want to be when you grow up?- America's Goat Man.

Check It

1. What is your favorite word? My favorite word would have to be "are". I think it's a very pretty looking word and I like how it sounds.
2. What is your least favorite word? I don't like the word "coleslaw".

3. What turns you on (creatively, spiritually, or emotionally)? Creatively, free time. Spiritually, the common thread that unites generations of families (lol i'm serious too.), and emotionally I like laughter.

4. What turns you off? People bullying or making fun of each other has always turned me off, especially when its cruelty among children.

5. What is your favorite curse word? I love the weatherman with Tourettes on ebaumsworld...he had some good ones. My favorite was "shitmotherfucker" but you have to say it like one long word and snap a pointer in front of a globe for it to really work to its fullest effect.

6. What sound or noise do you love? Wind chimes.

7. What sound or noise do you hate? Children crying.

8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? Um, well, if I were an actor, I would have to say teacher.

9. What profession would you not like to try? Anything involving an office.

10. If Heaven exists what would you like to hear God say at the Pearly Gates? That dinosaurs never existed, and that space is not a random series of events.

u2 heads shoulders knees and toes

i want one of those poll/questionaire things so i could answer random questions here.

ode to marcel

o, marcel, the tiny outcast on bravo's top chef. you are so cute, even if you need a haircut. you're an alienated, self-conscious loner, and i want to scoop you up like david sedaris and run away. i know that you're not really an asshole, you just want people to respect you and like you. i think you're a nice guy. forget ugly betty- she's an insensere train wreck.

and please take your shirt off next episode again, thank you.

ode to pavement

oh, pavement, oh stephen malkymus. i listened to you a lot when i was sick. therefore you remind me of winter '05, the scent of jasmine, fuzzy pink floyd shirts, and fuzzy mocassins. (SP?) stephen malkmus is like my american indie boyfriend. i fall asleep to crooked rain, crooked rain (la's desert origins) all the freaking time, and i want a range life. plus, i love american water. of course that's the silver jooos. but who cares, i love malkmus' voice with berman's. yay.

mr. eko died and other poems

A Hailku
-brought to you by a sad Lost fan.

Mr. Eko died
His brother was like WHAT NOW???
Tears fell for minutes
*

A Sad Poem

Mr. Eko died.
His brother was like, "WHAT NOW BITCH??"
I cried for ten minutes
And wished I could adopt a black baby like Madonna
Because those black kids are really adorable
And seem to have a knack for comedic timing

*
Carlos D
Carlos,
our favorite herpes infected bassist,
You went from Militairy Chique
To Mariachi '70's Pornstar
When you grew the 'stache.

I should be offended
I should be ashamed
I should never fantasize about
Holster wearing Carlos again

But the mustache is hot
In such an odd way
So you can dial my digits
I live in the tri-state area
And can easily make the trip to Manhattan through the SI Ferry
I'm not chubby,
tho.

Malkymus

Haha.

Review of Marie Antoinette

LET THEM EAT CAKE!

jk. It's a well known fact that Marie Antoinette has never said these words. You can trust me, I am the resident ex-Royal Diaries fanatic. I read those books like a fat kid eats cake. I've always loved historical fiction, and I love learning abotu princesses and evil kings and shit, so I do know a lot about Marie Antoinette, that crazy whore.

Anyway, so last night I saw Sofia Coppola's latest film, Marie Antoinette, starring Kirsten Dunst, Jason Schwartzman, Rip Torn (WTF?), and Marianne Faithfull was somewhere in there. I've been waiting to see this ever since we saw the trailers last summer, where pretty Kirsten Dunst runs down the hallway in her heels to New Order. While some people can't understand the 80's New Wave spin that Coppola pulled off, I thought it was AMAZING.

Because this movie is so cinematically gorgeous. From nature scenes, to the palace, to the costumes, to the makeup, to the pastries, to the camera angles and fantastic shoe montages- it was gorgeous. It was so lavender. And sky blue. And PINK.

The music was dead on. It portrayed every mood perfectly, and showed a lot of variety; there was the upbeat songs like "I Want Candy", and then the OH SHIT I'M GOING TO GET MY HEAD CHOPPED OFF songs like The Cure's "All Cats are Grey". This is definitely my musical time period. I can't believe I ever hated the 80's.

Kirsten Dunst did a decent job of portraying Marie Antoinette, the naive and innocent princess who became queen as a teenager. Granted, the dialogue wasn't all that great, but who cares. Marie Antoinette had a freaking shoe montage. She doesn't need dialogue. Jason Schwartzman, who I love oh so very much, did an excellent job of portraying Louis Insert Big Number Here. It was very Schwartzman-like, but he was still convinving enough as an actual king.

FAVORITES

1. My favorite dresses weren't worn by Marie Antoinette, but by her friends. I love all those pastel colors.

2. My favorite pastry were the white and pink ones that looked like checkers. (As you can see, I like the pastries)

3. My favorite song was the club-hopping "Aphrodisiac" by Bow Wow Wow.

4. There were lots of dreamy sequences where Marie just stares out the window or up at the ceiling; those were my favorite because they were so well done.

So, yeah. I enjoyed the film a lot. I like how it portrayed her in a sympathetic light. She wasn't just the slut that modern history has unfortunately painted her out to be. She was the naive little girl who was thrown head first into court life at Versailles, which, if you know anything about history, was mad skeevy. She didn't know a thing about politics, but then again she wasn't exactly expected to. She loved her kids, and even though she cheated on Jason Schwartzman with that Orlando Bloom-esque Swede, she did respect her husband. I guess. Probably.

In conclusion, why can't I be Marie Antoinette? If I could dress up in pink and blue all day long, go shoe shopping, eat doughy pastries, be married to Jason Schwartzman (Minus the extra thirty pounds he had to put on, but that's ok, too, there are girl chubby chasers), and run around to New Order all day long with my cute little babies- I'd be a very happy girl.

Just minus all that head cut off stuff.

omg

my grandpa saw the borat movie. he thought it was a cute movie about a foreign reporter.

oh. lord.

in my country there is problem.

i'm winging it this short three day week.

Halloweeny

HALLOWEEN! Best best best best holiday ever, after Christmas.

So far, the best costume I've seen so far is my friend who went as the world's greatest dad. he has a huge mohawk, a rope belt over The World's Greatest Dad Shirt, and underwear over his pants.

Today I'm a flapper. The Marilyn thing didn't work out, because I couldn't find a costume that fit me right; everything was much too long. But the flapper thing really suits my hair, so it's a success.

Going to the cafeteria to see the winning costumes.

Denying Your German Heritage

Oh my gosh. Shaun of the Dead. Watched it twice this weekend. I NEED TO WATCH IT ON HALLOWEEN. alli, if you're reading this- BEST MOVIE EVER. We have to watch it. But if we don't it's ok, because I'm netflixing it.

In other news- I saw two plays this weekend- Mary Poppins, and Pride and Prejudice. I'm speaking in a British accent now hahahaha.

I got my yearbook photos- bom chicka bom bom, i look really good. they airbrushed my face!!

102 and a 99

Today on this day of days I don't feel so good. My stomach hurt all day. I have a math test tomorrow, and two Italian tests on Wednesday and Thursday. Plus, all of a sudden now I have this huge comparative essay on Chillingworth and Dimmesdale due TOMORROW. to.morrow.
****
So let's discuss other news. Here is my Dead To Me List.

1. Michael Moore Films
2. Morrissey's Ambiguous Sexuality
3. Black and White Cookies
4. Concept Albums
5. Television Geared Toward Young Adults
6. Books That Aren't Classics *although i like stephen king*
7. Driving

Accidents Will Happen

hey ya. so this weekend was fun. trans buttah was on vh1 classics, as "timothy" buttah. woow.

something good happened, but i don't want to say what it is because i'm tired and i really don't feel like it. so i'll just rub it in everybody's face and listen to more Elvis Costello.

LOST LAST NIGHT

wowzers

huge ass fight at school today. frightening and disturbing, bordering on funny, as always. teachers, students flying down the hallway. people falling on their asses, lots of kids screaming, a flash of the vice principal's pink shirt. teachers grabbing students. two fights within two minutes of each other. all girls, duh. guys don't fight in school. girls are horrible. her eyes were almost gouged out, she was up against the locker all screaming.

in other news, life is pleasant because it's been boring. I'm happy that suddenly I am getting better grades than the huge nerds. I guess that having no life five days a week pays off. Actually, I don't really not have a life..I think I maintain healthy social activities during the week. Of course, it revolves around TV. Yeeea-ah.

One of My Favorite Songs

YOU ALL EVERYBODY

YES.

So SEASON III began this week. And what a season it will turn out to be, just judging from the premiere. Not many questions were answered- actually, more like nil, unless you didn't think the Others were organized and reading Stephen King-and my boyfriend didn't have any screen time, but still it was a good episode.

I hate this new character, Juliet. What a bitch. What a conniving little bitch, eating the sandwhich right in front of Jack and everything. People feel bad for her,too! They're like, Oh poor Juliet, you can tell she doesn't like Ben or any of the Others! She must be a good person. Uhhh, exxcuse me, I don't think so.

PREDICTIONS: KATE AND SAWYER WILL BE FORCED TO MATE

WEEKEND!!!

Today I talked to a friend who told me that The Friendly SOS in Old B. offers Irish Step Dancing, for adults as well. I'm begging my mom, but she's all like, "NOOOOO YOU HAVE TO GET INTO COLLEGE NOOOO"

So this summer, or next school year I'll totally look into it.
This year is going to go fast anyway.

I hate when they find the remains of recently undiscovered sea creatures that are the size of a house. That scares me. The Ocean is a scary place. There are creatures down there that are mad frightening. Don't go swimming!! They will eat you aaaahhh

In other news, I guess it's bad that I didn't read The Scarlet Letter, and I'm having a test on it Tuesday. You know what I'll be doing this weekend.

WAAAAH

I WANT TO BE AN IRISH STEP DANCER.
Why, Lord? Why do I feel the calling of the Riverdance as a sixteen year old? In Irish Dancing terms, I might as well be retired. The only dance classes I took were jazz, ballet, and tap, and I fully realize there are hundreds of ten year olds who could beat my ass in Irish Step Dancing.

I'm trying to find an adult beginner's class I could start this summer (school year too busy with SAT stuff), but I'm having trouble finding any. However, I have two serious connections to Irish Step Dancing, so i can ask them for schedules and more info and stuff. If I did dancing, it would be for a year, unless I could find something local near my college (wherever the Hell that may be).

Why do i want to do this? Is it because I want my hair to like like that? Is it because I want to fly and jump into the air and roundhouse kick people in the face?

Possibly.

But it just looks like a lot of fun, and thanks to google I've found out that there are people who've started dancing at eighteen, and nineteen. Better late than never. Plus, do I really want to be that mother who lives through her daughter and forces her to become Little Miss Step Dancer, when her real passion is...watching cartoons and eating chocolate?? No.

So, I want to step dance. You're welcome to join me, bitches.

Oh but I remember you.

I'm sad I was never into Irish Step Dancing, or something fun and cultural like that. It's only now that I'm older that I'm searching for cultural identity, besides you know, eating pasta and calling people "abatz" and saying the word paisan a lot.

::is mad she never irish step danced and is too old and muscles too creaky::

Everyday is like Sunday is the name of my blog, and it's so true.

Beautiful Video

Him? Uh, ME

Oh my gosh, what is wrong with me. I meant: What you may not know about "me". not "him". does this mean I relate myself to a man?

ARE YOU READY?

Are you ready for Lost Season III?

What you may not know about him from just reading this summer's blog posts, is that I'm a huge Lost fanatic and during the year I live and breathe Lost. I am all about that show. So, in this post, I am going to share some opinions on the cast of characters that make up Lost, as well as adding in some Project Runway shit at the end.

The Men and Women of Lost

1. Desmond- Des, Des, Des!!! I love Desmond, I love Desmond. He is my favorite character, mainly because he's still mostly a mystery to the viewers. He's elusive, passionate, and full of faith. And a healthy Fife accent never hurt anyone much at all, does it? Also, he's bom chicka bom bom.

2. Mr. Eko- Mr. Eko is damn muscular and awesome. Some of his actions are really inexplicable, but I like him because he's probably the coolest priest ever and also he can snap a person in half quite easily.

3. Jack- Jack got seriously annoying, but I give him props for just trying to keep things in order. He has to realize that he can't be the hero, and he can't be the leader of the island, just because of his status as a rich doctor. But I don't hate Jack, like some fans of Lost do, and I hope he saves the day in the next few episodes. (this won't happen).

4. Kate- Kate is really annoying. She reminds me of this girl I know who I'd like to smack in the face. What is wrong with this girl? Almost everything. When she's not sulking about being a misunderstood fugitive, she's fulfilling all her odd Oepidus complexes by flirting and crushing on Sawyer (aka her dad). She's also whiny. Meh.

5. Sawyer- I love Sawyer. Who else is going to call Jin Chewbacca?

6. Hurley- I love Hurley too. Des and Hurley are, I think, the most important to the show. Go Hurley.

And for Project Runway- I hated everyone's outfit last week.

I Met David Sedaris; You Didn't

In other news, I spent the earliest portion of the day dancing at my friend's sweet sixteen. It was so much fun. I don't think I've ever enjoyed synchronized group dancing so much. The Cotton Eyed Joe is still fun after all these years, but it's got nothing on those traditional Indian dances with the sticks.

Yeeeeeaaaaah.

I didn't eat a lot today, so after the David S. show I went to the diner with Aunt K and we ate binner (dinner, breakfast??)

Last night, I dreamt that a certain someone was crying in class. I turned around and said, "Do you have a bad stomach ache or something?"

"No," he said. "I just hate going to the dentist."

"Ooh,"I sympathized. "I hate getting bloodwork done."

Then we were walking around the inn stayed in at Inverness, and it was just like the Smiths song "Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me."

Then another certain someone and I were planning on going to Vermont for a weekend. However, it started to snow profusely, and I thought our plans would have to be delayed.

"Maybe we'll go next week."
"No, we can go now!"

I remember thinking how inappropriate that was.

Then my history teacher and I were swimming down near The Beach House, and she was like, "Let's go all the way out to the bridge." I said, "Are you sure? This water is practically like mud, and we don't want to get E.Coli." So we didn't.

**

Today at the party I felt bad for those of my friends who don't dance. I may be quiet sometimes, but I'm never quiet on the dance floor. Something inside of me just pops and I go insane, I've got everything down- twee dancing, skanking, whatever. I'm not one of those slutty dancers, but I know how to have a good time. It's sad when you turn around and you just see some of your friends looking like deer in the headlights. It's like, Ouch, let's go back to our seat.

**

I was talking to my friends about how after certain experiences of the last year, I have stopped liking long hair on guys. Long hair on guys- I associate it with child molestors and rat tailed trailer trash. Long gone are the days where I thought Led Zeppelin was so hot. Long gone are the days where my idealized boyfriend was a rock star.

Puh-lease.

After developing my love for Scotland, my idea of an idealized boyfriend/husband has become tall, slightly muscular, light haired, and light eyed, which is by no means representative of the Scottish people, everyone. There are plenty of dark haired Scostmen out there, just look at Desmond from Lost. But Andrew the Bagpiper looked just how I explained, and yes- that idealized guy is wearing a kilt.

KILTS.

KILTS.

KILTS.

Say it with me now.

I watched the death scene from Braveheart on YouTube today. FREEEH DOM. LOL. Braveheart is such a good movie. Yet unintentionally funny. ANyway, the saddest part was seeing Wallace's wife at the very end. Oh, the tears.

Oh the tears.

I Just Met David Sedaris

So Aunt K and I walk in, and I'm talking to her, and she gasps and points to a table where a little man with nice skin was signing books. IT WAS DAVID SEDARIS! I realized then how cute he was, and how if I were walking down the street and little old David Sedaris came by I would probably squeal or something.

So in the back of the line, I was peering over everyone's shoulder just to get a glimpse of him. He has the cutest smile of all time. He was like a teddy bear or something? I mean, I don't know. THe man is tiny. I just had this weird maternal instinct, I wanted to pick him up and run away with him so we could live at my house and watch soap operas all day long.

So then I got closer and closer, until I was right behind this very well dressed couple talking to David. David asked the girl, "Do you have a job?" Which I suppose kind of insulted her, because she kind of just half-giggled, as if she was thinking, "Haha of course I have a job- I'm a rich doctor's wife".

Then it was my turn. I gave him a big frikking smile. He smiled back, in that amazingly cute smile, where he doesn't show his teeth. He signed my book, "Holidays on Ice" and double checked that my name was Laura.

"Now that's what you would call- an attractive couple," he told me, about the rich whities in front of me in line. I nodded my head, and said they definitely were. Even though I didn't even get the glimpse of the guy. But that girl was attractive, so yeah, I bet they were a good looking couple.

"So how old are you, Laura?"
"I'm sixteen."
"Oh!" he said, reaching behind the table to grab a large canvas bag. "I have a little present for you, then-"
"Well, that's good because I have a present for you!" Woo. Thank God. This was a good way to enter my little Fuck It Bucket into the conversation. "One of my favorite stories is about your brother's Fuck It Bucket, so I made you a little one out of a Halloween themed basket."

He smiled and I wanted to ask him if he was sure he was gay. "Why, thank you, that was very kind of you!" (I guess he likes Hershey Kisses). "I always pick up a little something in my travels for the young people," he told me.

"Do you like headbands?"
"Yes!" Wow, I must have sounded like the most obsessed over zealous headband freak in the world. But it's true, I do like headbands. Especially elastic ones that are straight from the eighties. I want a headband, but I always forget to buy one.

"Well, I got this in the Phillipines-" he took out a multicolored, floral elastic headband. "This is in Filipino money," he told me, showing me the the sticker on the back, "but for the sake of not appearing tacky, I'll take it off."

I thanked him "so much", and asked for a picture. I went around the table, put my arm around him, and smiled- I think when she took the pic he was still looking down but who cares, i met freaking david sedaris!!!!!!

He signed my book like this: To Laura, My Teenage Friend (Thank you for the Fuck It Bucket) DS"

I MET DAVID SEDARIS I MET DAVID SEDARIS I MET DAVID SEDARIS I MET DAVID SEDARIS I MET DAVID SEDARIS I MET DAVID SEDARIS I MET DAVID SEDARIS I MET DAVID SEDARIS I MET DAVID SEDARIS

Had We Ever Loved So Kindly...

Also, why should I be so selfish as to whine and groan over trivial things like soul sucking incubi? There are more important things in the world, like Smiths B-sides, Christmas themed cross stitches, and H&M. Plus, there are always people who really have it worse than you.

Just like the psychic said, this year I have to focus on whats important. Like the next episode of Project Runway (whose episode this week I still have to critique). And getting ten hours of sleep each night, so I can be abducted yet again and wake up in Florida or a field in the middle of Middletown.

Life is too short to bitch and moan, even if I love Morrissey for doing it. For now, I'm leaving Morrissey to the white-person complaining. He's been doing it for decades now, and I have yet to live two. I'm going to live the way I want to, which is independent from a stupid sixteen year old boy, even if he has a car, a wallet, and easy access to the Woodbridge Mall.

Now I'm off to making my Christmas list. Bitches.

Quit Yer Whinin'

I think overnight I had a bit of a reality check. Today I slept late and did some boring things around the house, and didn't worry about boy-girl situations.

I also think that I have found the greatest website ever.

celticstitchery.com

It's like heaven for pale Celtic geeks like me. Note for anyone who wonders what to get me for Christmas: ONE OF THESE!!!! I love the Scottish Heritage section, with all the thistles and the Robbie Burns poems about God knows what.

I LOVE BACKSTITCHING. Somehow as I embroider names and dates I feel as if all my worries have gone away, and that there aren't any soul sucking incubi in the world. It's just me, my needle, and "Angel Eyes" with Jim Caveziel on TNT, on a cool autumn morning.

Oooh, fudgeums!!!

Speaking of fudge, now is the season that I cannot eat milk products, unless I want to get a horrible cold ontop of my seasonal allergies.

::realizes this is probably the nerdiest post she's ever written::

Waaaaah

Forever 21 disappointed me today. It was crowded, and there were clothes all over the place, even on the floor.

H&M never fails to make me feel like a sophisticated European. I got a cute black shirt with 3/4 length sleeves and a very nice, all purpose off-white sweater. Yay. But seriously, what is with those ugly, long dresses w/o waists? I don't think so, H&M. I don't think so.

Well, today was a great day except I spat when I was talking to my lab forensics teacher (LOL), but it could've been worse! Imagine if I peed myself or something. So spitting is cool.

After the mall, I felt a little sad because I was thinking about all my friends who are in relationships, and how retarded my poor excuse for a "relationship" was. If you could even call it that. I've never even been in a faux-relationship like my friend's relationships have been in. Ppl my age- they're pretty freaking stupid. And their boy-girl relationships are freakishly immature. But I've never even had that. Ouch.

Why do so many of my guy friends who I'd date have to be gay????

Then I remembered how Morrissey is my boyfriend, and how we have all access passes to H&M and how we live in Scotland and I cross stitch a lot and shop and write all day long.

(That is one nerdy life, isn't it)

I don't think there's anything wrong with me. This sounds selfish, but I've always been of the belief that I have good morals and am right. A lot of the time. Seriously, though. I'm a nice person. I'm funny. I have a great knowledge of pop culture. I know more about music than the average person. I'm kind. I'm Irish/Scottish/Italian. That's a great combo.

SOMEONE ASK ME OUT PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

(Especially if your name is Joaquin Phoenix, George Clooney, Anderson Cooper)

Accept Yourself!! (If You Can)

The amazing thing about blogs is that unless you are a cruelly honest person, you cannot write entirely everything you are feeling. Yes, I want to pour out my soul in a public way, such as Blogger- wouldn't that be nice? It'd make me feel like I was doing something right. Yet I know this is impossible since those things I'd say shouldn't be read by all. What if they saw it? What would they think?

That is a blog.

It is a silly idiotic tool for expression used by teenagers and older people with no lives.

Thus, here is my blog post for the day.

Reasons Why I Am An Idiotic Teenager

1. I like someone I've barely/never spoken to.

2. I am a shopaholic.

3. My friend kind of asked me out, and I don't know what to do(???)

4. I get anxiety and forget everything I've ever studied for tests on the day of judgement

5. I've got the trust issues.

6. Morrissey is like one of my best friends, along with X-y and the Paisans, and I've never even met him.

:-( Poo.

It sounds like I'm manic depressive, but today was actually a goodish day. TOMORROW I'M SHOPPING WEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Let's buy our feelings, and drown our sorrows in H&M!!!!

Thoughts

1. Bill Clinton > Chris Wallace

2. Eric and I are getting zeros on the SAT because we'll be too busy laughing and humming to ourselves.

3. I'm meeting David Sedaris soon. Maybe I'll upload pictures.

4. VD is for everybody.

Why Today Was Bad

1. The test I spent so much time studying for when I could have been focusing on prepping for math and mock trial was moved to Tuesday on a whim by the teacher.

2. I was yelled at by a teacher I liked, and I don't even really know why.

3. The lab test had a bunch of weird questions on things I had never seen before.

4. My night class is from 6:30 to 10 on Wed., the day before mock trial tryouts.

5. MOCK TRIAL TRYOUTS ARE SOON

6. My English teacher decides that the huge essay she told me wasn't for my class is due Wednesday.

7. Big essay on Patrick Henry when I really don't care.

8. I just wanted to go home and stitch all day long because I am a loooooser

Permission to Smack Me

Woops, there wasn't a Project Runway on last night. Imagine our surprise when we popped in the tape and watched last week's episode.

I'm excited about Mock Trial this year. Very different case this year, as opposed to last one.

I'm also excited about a new addition to our family, little Julie Grace! Imagine my surprise when my mom ran screaming through the house, "Julie Grace! It's a girl!" and I realized that I couldn't name my daughter Julia Grace anymore. I'm telling you, it's the only girl names I like. So for an hour I looked up babynames.com and I figured that not all hope is lost, I still have the name Isobel and Heather. And Siobhan is nice.

I like guy names better. It's always been that way. While all my friends were naming their not yet born daughters "Abigail" and "Elizabeth", I was like, "Owen's pretty bitchin', isn't it?"

I like the names Owen, Aidan, Sean, Andrew, and Desmond. That's some freaky weird celtic pattern going on there.

DayDream Nation

Daydream Nation. What an album. What a scary, confusing album.

When I first listened to it, I was kind of confounded. Parts of it I liked, other parts I didn't. Sometimes I'd put it on and completely forget ten minutes later I was listening to music.

But now I listen to DayDream Nation, and I love it. It's the soundtrack to life. I don't know if that makes any sense, especially since the lyrics are like "I wanna know, should I stay or go?" and "I ain't no cow" (or something), but the music- the riffs, the noise, the sonic explosions (LOL), are reminiscent of life. "Candle"- doesn't it remind you of when you're at school and that person you like yet hate so desperately comes walking in? Doesn't "Kissability" remind you of Marilyn Monroe on Meth? Doesn't "Teen Age Riot" remind you of putting pictures up in your locker?

I was thinking before about some disappointing stuff about school, etc., and I literally thought, "Hey, it's ok, I got Daydream Nation."

And it's true. It's possibly one of my favorite albums. Everyone should be acquainted with the power of Sonic Youth.

Who'd win in a fight? Pavement or Sonic Youth? SY, of course.

Ahhhhhhh!!!!!

School. It's making me so busy. I'm ending my homework at about eight PM each night. It's driving me crazy. :0 ::tears, sadness, the cure::

Project R. was on last night, but I didn't watch it because I had PSAT class. So, I'll watch it tonight after I study my Italian and all my Lab Forensics. Kill me now. Sweet Jesus.

Good Morning

More Project Runway

Ok, let's talk about PR the other night. Firstly, we got a surprise by our favorite of favoritest people, ANGELA and VINCENT!!!!!!!

I was really surprised they brought the two of the back, but I was happy to see Jeffrey look so pissed. Maybe Angela really is a bitch? Who knows. It's reality tv, after all.

Let's discuss the creations, people.

1. Jeffrey- WTF. Seriously, guys. This is something you can buy at Wet Seal. It DOES look cheap, just like Kayne said. Now I'm not dissing Wet Seal- sometimes they have cute clothes. But you don't wear a streetwalker's ensemble to a freaking cocktail party. Final Verdict:Not innovative, pile of crap.

2. Angela- WTF. Seriously, Angela. It didn't even fit her right. Final Verdict: Boring, peice of crap.

3. Laura- BEAUTIFUL!!! Something that I would wear to a party. People who criticize it say that it's too old looking, but I think it's a great vintage peice. It was made wonderfully. Laura has a lot of talent. You go, girl. Final Verdict:Deserved to win.

4. Kayne- Loved the front, hated the back. Kayne is one of my favorites, and I was so sad to see him go. Final Verdict: If the challenge were to make black dresses, he should have won. But unforunately the white ribbon tassell on the back threw him off.

5. Michael- Nice!!! The model looked pretty, too. You can tell she likes Michael. Final Verdict: Great work, as expected.

6. Uli- Cute, but just as Nina Garcia said, should've cut the sleeves. Final Verdict: Nice, for Uli, but needs to show something more unique.


Vincent really is out of his mind. "Vincent Libretti, the end of an era" hit it right on the spot. I'll miss Kayne. Angela is weird. Laura is quickly becoming one of my favs. Jeffrey needs to make something for the average person, or maybe someone who isn't into pretending they're "rock".

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In other news, I just had a pep rally. My butt hurt. I miss the days of being a freshmen. Tear, tear, tear.

Today I'm going shopping for skinny jeans. (hope I look good in them... maybe only audrey hepburn types can wear them) Then I am taking my mom out to eat, and we are going to the library. Boring Friday? maybe. but it's fun for me, and plus- it's raining like crazy. All day it looked like night; so dark and dreary. Very Braveheart/Scotland-esque, be still my heart.

ahhh

JIMMY.

YOUR NAME IS JIMMY.

wooo

The Bodyguard

Stop Me, Oh, Stop Me

VINCENT.

YOUR NAME ISN'T JIMMY.


I'm so sorry!

Embarassing moment.

Morrissey

If you know anything about modern music, you'll know that Morrissey, always called "elder statesman of rock" by lazy journalists, has the best concerts ever. Not only is it freaking MORRISSEY, guys, but his concerts are like religous experiences. Audience members run onto the stage, scream, cry, and climb ontop of the shoulders of security guards to reach their idol.

Who will join those crazy Mexicans next time Morrissey comes to NY?

Yours truly.

I'm not sure you want to go to a Morrissey concert with me, because chances are, as soon as he enters that stage, I'll completely ignore you and leave you to become lost or trampled in the swarming crowd. The sea of fans may part us, and I'll have to leave you. Because in that instant where he walks out and begins to sing, "The First of the Gang to Die", I'm getting on that freaking stage. I don't care if I have to be carried off by security guards. I'll go down in history for being the most fanatic female fan, that one girl who consitently rushed the stage at "that one Morrissey concert in '06."

I'm sure it'll be between me and some gay dude, for the most times we rush the stage. I'll win, though, because I'm fast.

I'll be like, "STOP ME, OH OH OH, STOP ME" to all the fat guards who don't reliaze how sacred a Morrissey concert is.

Travesties of the Human Race

Delias- Delias is great. If you want to spend forty dollars on a shitty t-shirt/sweater that will break up in the washing machine.

Flava of Love- Doesn't need much of an explanation.

Super Sweet Sixteen- See above.





Things that Make Me Sound Like a Crazy Old Person:

Kids grow up too fast now a days.I mean, I totally miss being a little kid and not caring about anything. It's funny, seeing the freshmen. They're all either little Hollister models or shop exclusively at Hot Topic. What does it say about our culture when we see kids younger than that even with mohawks? Do they know what they're rebelling against?

Nah.

Does anyone ever? LOL, NO!!

Vegas Weddings Never Last Long

Well, today Al and I actually recorded an album. We took songs that we had recorded the summer before, and some new ones we did together recently. I'm not kidding; our originals sound pretty good. They are a mixture of like Neil Young and the Moldy Peaches. Plus, I did the whole "scattered indians on dawn's highway bleeding" crap on The Doors' covers.

Our next album we're doing Simon and Garfunkel covers, and maybe Alli's new one!!! WEEEEE

IMDB- Causes Secret Lives!

Oh, man. I watched the creepiest movie today. It's called "The Beach", and Leo Dicaprio played the main character, Richie. So in this movie, Richie James Edwards, the lyricist and "guitarist" from MANIC STREET PREACHERS, joins up with his friend to travel to the elusive "beach", where stardom and fame will never hit him.
JK. But he does go to this beach where its inhabitants never leave. They've created this secret paradise for themselves. Except they mislooked the fact it was an island. Islands=never a good idea. Lord of the Flies, anyone?
I loved this film! It's not great, and it's actually mediocre. But I love the story and of course who doesn't love Leonardo DiCaprio, guys? He's such a great actor, especially when he hides out in the jungle and becomes a snake and hisses at that chick. I especially love the Scottish guy, Daffy. It's funny, because my nan was Scottish and she used to do a Daffy Duck impression, which is pretty rocking.

Ninjas!

Hello world. Today was a Fri-deeeeee. Last night I stayed up and read my previous journal. Yes, I keep a journal, and it's definitely not this blog. See, even though this blog is all over the place and incomprehensible at times, my journal is slightly more organized.

Last year, I said the funniest frikkin' things ever. The really funny things I can't write online, in fear . But some funny things were like:

"Jesus is black, blacker than you think."

Speaking of black, Alan, my black friend- jk.

Today Public Enemy #2 was all, "I haven't seen you in so long!!!" I was like, "It's better that way!" And then I snapped my fingers and my ninjas came out of the locker and it was all Fight Club for a while, very intense.

"McFly" must be afraid of me, I pop up everywhere.

These Things Almost Make Me Smile

Look at me up a tree again, folks. Tomorrow I'm going to be stuck at the school for like three hours after it ends. All I want to do is go home and relaxe. It's hard, being Anderson Cooper's fiance. Living on Park Ave is a toughie, I must say!!! I wouldn't recommend it to most. Sleeping until noon, and going to bed whenever the H-E-double hockey sticks I want is not only time consuming, but takes a lot out of you. In my spare time (uh, what spare time????) I shop and visit museums and eat great food. By the time the day is done, I'm ready to take a vacation from my life as it is.

Jk. Nah, jk. I'm really his fiance, guys, I'm just trying to sound funny. Bet you're mad jealous of me.

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I just don't want to watch his show this week because it makes me really sad, and I don't need the TV shoving heartbreak in my face when everyone's just trying to get by day by day. Only a portion of the population knows exactly how it feels; but what they feel is real, and it makes me sad that in a few decades it will just be something that happened to their parents, something read about in history books, like Pearl Harbor.
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On a lighter note, I watched some Lost with the bff today. Good times. I wish the rent liked Lost better, because there's no way she's paying thirty-five to fifty dollars to buy Season II. And there's no way I'm buying it, when I have a dress on EBAY I'm looking at, and Christmas to save up for, and I currently am unemployed (hoping to change that soon when my friend quits and I get his job). Yizzle. I missed Sawyer and his witty allusions to literary works and pop culture references. That man is awesome. I had a love hate-relationship with him, but now he's totally one of my fav. on the island. Besides the wonderful SAEED and MR EKO!!!!!! Perfect men, I'm telling you. They know how to kill anything that gets in their way. And they do it with the air and mystique of a lost soul on a paranormal island. Oh, yeah, and I love Desmond because he's so cute and SCOTTISH!! Um, hello? I

Seriously, I think Season III is going to make me poop my pants. The cliffhangers, the cliffhangers.

Stuff

Winner: Jeffrey
Going home: Vincent

MY EVALUATION

1. Jeffrey- Jeffrey may still be an ass, but he totally deserved to win this. His plaid dress was fierce, as Tyra Banks would say. I would wear that thing....ok, maybe not, but I'd gaze at it and wish I could wear it. It was the only dress that was unique or different.

2. Vincent- Wow, what a creep! Had no idea he was such a perv. Anyway, this dress was so boring and cheaply made. Thank God he's going home.

3. Kayne- I LOVE KAYNE. I was so happy he stayed. I thought his dress was gorgeous. I'm in love with it. I didn't think it looked garish or vulgar at all. So he likes some sequins, give the guy a break. It was executed very nicely, and Kayne looks like such a nice guy, who could not like him?

4. Laura- I like Laura more and more as a person since she became pregnant. Don't know why. But this dress was nothing special. She knew it too. Still, I'd love if she could design one of those sweet deep v-neck dresses for me. Call me!

5. Michael- Didn't particulary like the dress, but I still think Michael is the most talented designer.

6. Uli- Beautiful dress, lovely color. I hope she goes far.



In other news, guys, here are some boring resolutions I've made today.

1. I wear too much mascara.
2. I don't know anything about cameras.
3. Pills & Soup is possibly the funniest sounding song I've ever heard. Only a short man with big ass glasses like Elvis Costello can pull that off.

I'M RICH, BITCH!! lol. No, but I am slightly famous and will achieve outstanding ovations (get it haha) in Belmar when everyone sees how cool I am. No, what they will really see is how lucky I am to have family and friends who are so generous. Thanks everyone.

Interesting

Life is stressful enough as it is, I really don't need guys like Sean Penn getting between me and my bff. Technically he's still Chrissy's, but lately he's been all up in my face, calling me and texting me and asking me out to nice dinners and buying me all these expensive necklaces and earrings. I have to admit, it's very flattering but the situation is becoming increasingly awkward. Eventually I'll have to really tell Chrissy where the diamonds are coming from. And just the other day when I complimented Sean Penn, she half-jokingly said, "He's mine, bitch! I had him first!" I said, "Oh, I know, I know!" Because it's the truth. But still. The times have changed. A love square begins.

School

First day of school! Went great, seem to like all my classes with the exception of just one. Hurrah. Unfortunately, no one told me about the AP English Assignment over the summer, so I'm writing essays on The Crucible as we speak.

Beautiful, Slightly Mental

This is Preston Sharp, the sensitive poet cowboy on ABC's Extreme Makeover Home Edition. If you're not Anderson Cooper, you might as well be Preston.

Updates

Sometimes I get nervous that Belle and Sebastian is the only music I can listen to. It's been two years now, and I think my love of them only grows. I listen to B&S, Looper, The Gentle Waves...everything Belle and S. related. If Stevie had a band, too, I'd love it just as much.

I dreamt I was on a dock of a lake, like the one in What Lies Beneath. David Duchovny and some blonde older chick was watching me from a window. I fell under, where a sea creature took me , yelling in a Spanish accent, "I kill you! I kill you! I take you to my underwater lair!" He sounded like Cartman if he was Cheech or Chong. Now I laugh about it. But when I woke up, I was terrorfied. It was scary!! I woke up and was like, "Noooooooooo" JK. But I woke up and then I went back to dreaming. DAVID DUCHOVNY WAS IN MY DREAM. And I got kidnapped by a sea monster. Ok. That's like a cruel twist of fate. There was nothing like being rescused from aliens by Fox Mulder. Nothing cool like that.

Actors always pop up in my dreams. Adrien Brody, Crispin Glover, Michael J. Fox. But they're acting- usually they're just characters in the play that is my dream. Except when it comes to that sweet dream I had the other night where I was in Switzerland during Christmas time with Anderson Cooper on a honeymoon. Does it get better than that? Noo, I'm afraid it doesn't.

My Netflix List

Caterina in the Big City, Jandek on Corwood, Orphic Trilogy: The Blood of a Poet, Orphic Trilogy: Orpheus, Orphic Trilogy: Testament of Orpheus, Great Writers: Jean Cocteau, The 400 Blows.

Caterina in the Big City is a great movie, and I wanted to show my parents the film. Jandek on Corwood just looks interesting, even if Jandek is a tosser. Items three-six are some of my favorite things, and The 400 Blows looks mega interesting. Plus, Ebert told me to see it.