I am back from Boston, and I had such a great time. Not even the one hundred degree weather could spoil it for us. (Although having a sweaty back and wet pants on a consistent basis nearly did) We did many things; visited the penguins at the aquarium, toured Boston on the Duck Tour with the Great Garibaldi, met some crazy Korean War Veterans, rode (?? is that the word) on the ferry, and visited the USS Constitution among other things, mainly shopping and visiting such corporate monsters as Starbucks and Walgreens.
There were some intense photos taken, of which I'll probably upload laters.
Stay Tuned for: GROWING UP "FAT" AND FEMALE IN AMERICA
Hey kids, rock and roll, nobody tells u where to go baby. - REM, in the ridicularsly depressing "Drive".
I'm really enjoying the Importance of Being Earnest right now. It's actually really funny. See, I have always been that really nerdy kid who thought humor for previous centuries was funny. Like, Shakespeare- I laughed out loud while reading A Midsummer's Night... and I'm sorry DC Berman, but I wasn't trying too hard.
I'm going to BeanTown soon, and I'm very excited.
Other than that, nothing is really new with my life. Which is a good thing, really, since I'm content where I am at.
I just hope I feel better in the coming weeks. IDK...i'm just still really tired, and my stomach will feel good one day, then the next day it isn't...and I just don't want to get sick
Complete the phrase You fill in the blanks by Tjshome 1. What is Your Name?Laura Elizabeth Fiorelli 2. How old are you?17 years 3. What is the link to your website, blog, or myspace?this is
Fill in the Blanks 4. Summer is _______like a neverending weekend 5. School is for ____________hot geeks like me 6. Friends are like ___________salvation 7. Dogs are for ___________dog lovers 8. Braces are __________a right of passage 9. All boys are ___________dense and/or really really dense 10. All girls are _____________self concious 11. American Idol is ___________fun as hell 12. Spongebob is the ___________only cartoon I couldn't get into 13. I cant beleive I ________________used to eat sugar from the sugar bowl 14. I like wearing __________tights 15. Beer is _________really funky 16. I'm as fat as a __________girlfriend of Lord Byron's 17. I have too many __________old mascara tubes laying around 18. I like eating ____________in general 19. Sex is _____________your chance to either be ridicularsly embarrassed and ashamed and/or a good thing? 20. Myspace is a place to _______________pimp it out 21. Surveys are __________fun! 22. Skinny Dipping is __________chilly 23. Gays are ____________friends 24. Family is not as important as _________......idk?? 25. Before I goto sleep I _____________imagine 26. I was really embarrased when __________i was born naked 27. Bush is ____________pretty incompetent 28. boys have big __________heads 29. I hate __________boys 30. Crying is for ______those who can't laugh 31. Marriage is ______a long way away 32. Swimming is _______a fun concept without the bathing suit part 33. I would do anything for _______my best friends, and russell brand (that was really random) 34. I wake up at ___________6 in the morning to pee 35. I fear ___________global warming 36. I bought a ___________lot of makeup today :-( I am broke 37. I drink ___________water 38. Mondays are _______________Bob Geldof's least favorite day 39. ____________________________________And that is all my friend.
"don't be afraid what your mind conceals, you should make a stand. stand up for what you believe"
ok, invincible might be corny. but i really like that lyric. don't be afraid what your mind conceals. that's like the ultimate artist's issue. not to be afraid of letting themselves go, etc.
rows of houses all bearing down on me i can feel death blue hands touching me all these things into position all these things will one day swallow whole and fade out again
this machine will not communicate these thoughts and the strain i am under be a world child form a circle before we all go under and fade out again
cracked eggs dead birds scream as they fight for life i can feel death can see it's beady eyes all these things into position all these things we'll one day swallow whole and fade out again
immerse your soul in love
there's a bluebird at the window I can hear the songs he sings all the jewels in heaven they don't look the same to me I just wade the tides that turn Though I learn to leave the past behind
It's only lies that I'm living It's only tears that I'm crying It's only you that I'm losing Guess I'm doing fine
All the battlements are empty And the moon is laying low Yellow roses in the graveyard Got no time to watch them grow
Now I bade a friend farewell, I can do whatever pleases me
it's only lies that i'm living it's only tears that i'm crying It's only you that I'm losing, guess I'm doing fine.
press my face up to the window see how warm it is inside see the things that i've been missing missing all this time
I have always liked video games, but was used to the fact that I could never be better than my brothers or my cousins who consistently played N64, then of course xbox 360, etc. Of course, I do remember beating Mike's ass in Mortal Kombat which was a ton of fun for a six year old. But last night, when we plugged in the Wii, I completely surprised myself.
Using my sporty left hand as the dominant one, I never lost a game of Wii boxing. I played for one entire sweaty hour. My BO was disgusting by the time I was done. I was a CAGE FIGHTER, threatening my opponent's until the words KNOCK OUT!!! appeared on the screen. Then I just rubbed it in their sweaty, bleeding faces.
I am an animal. I am possibly the greatest Wii Boxer. My brother was laughing at me, because prior to boxing we played golf and I wasn't that great at that (but in real life, I could probably kick his ass in golf).
For the last two days, I have been racking my brain, back and forth back and forth- wtf was up with the finale? TEN SECONDS OF SILENCE?????? DID IT HAVE A POINT? Unlike others, I believe the finale was brilliant and it was cool and stuff, but I just don't know what to think. did he die? was he shot? Was the purpose of the last scene just to describe to us that paranoid life goes on for Tony with his nuclear family??? BUT THEN WHAT WOULD BE THE PURPOSE OF A TEN SECOND BLACK OUT???
IMO, Tony is dead.
For two minutes.
Then IMO, Tony is still alive.
Then Melfi comes in and shoots up the diner and I know I'm just going crazy.
Could it be that this summer has potential to be the greatest ever? A job, giving me money to indulge my clothing and shoe wear needs. A shit load of ITunes music needing to be bought. A huge stack of books. A HUGE STACK OF BOOKS. See, last summer, I said to myself, "Hey, let's read a ton of books this summer and be cool". That didn't happen.
But- this summer is different. During the year I was an AP student, and spent much time ruminating over passages from Thomas Paine's works and Ben Franklin's autobiography. Now it is the summer. And after finals this week, I will begin my quest for literary fulfillment as I attempt to grow all the hair back that I had lost from stress.
MY QUEST
1. American Psycho- Ok ok, I finished this book so technically my quest is already underway.
2. Sense and Sensibility- Because there is nothing better than reading a classic novel after seeing the movie countless times, thus using Kate Winslet and Hugh Grant as the characters in your mind's eye.
3. Persuasion- Yiz, it has been sitting on my dresser for a year now. It shall be read.
4. Dubliners- I started this one already. James Joyceeee.
4. Fires In The Dark- Holocaust lit
5. Rob Roy- I am really excited for this one. There's a guy with a kilt on the cover! Oh my God, I can't wait.
6. celine's biography- This is a controversial one!! Celine was such a freak! But I love the Claudette Novels!
7. Crash by JG Ballard- Crazy, but it shall be read. It shall.
8. Brideshead Revisted- Because I like British people.
9. A Confederacy of Dunces- It is time to revisit the madness and the brilliance.
And that is all I have for now.
Look at me, I'm David Byrne and I am really really hot ::laura gets flustered and confused at this recent revelation::
He lives in the American Gardens Building on W. 81st Street on the 11th floor. His name is Patrick Bateman. He's 27 years old. He believes in taking care of himself and a balanced diet and rigorous exercise routine. In the morning if his face is a little puffy he'll put on an ice pack while doing stomach crunches. He can do 1000 now. After he removes the ice pack he uses a deep pore cleanser lotion. In the shower he uses a water activated gel cleanser, then a honey almond body scrub, and on the face an exfoliating gel scrub. Then he applies an herb-mint facial mask which he leave on for 10 minutes while he prepares the rest of his routine. He always use an after shave lotion with little or no alcohol, because alcohol dries your face out and makes you look older. Then moisturizer, then an anti-aging eye balm followed by a final moisturizing protective lotion.
American Psycho is an epic American tale of Reaganism, the 1980's, and Yuppies. So epic, in fact, Patrick Bateman is kind of like Paul Bunyan. But anyway, "I can only get these sheets in Santa Fe. Are you trying to say "Bleach-ee?"
I find American Psycho to be a scathing satire of the self-interested world of Wall Street, and "I don't think we should see each other anymore." Critics, "just cool it with the pretentious remarks". Even though it may be difficult to read through all those violent scenes, "I can get you a lime" and it's worth it in the end.
Today was prom. I didn't go. Instead I went shopping. I am only going to write in stilted sentences. Like Hemingway. Tomorrow is the baby party. I will make my cousins enter a baby race. Catherine will win.
Boston is soon! I'm going to lose my mind in miles of Irish smiles.
BRK MY HRT SLWLY 4 LF!!!!!!!!! YIZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ BERRIES N CREEEEMEE
Monday, June 04, 2007
Can you tell I'm faking it? But I want to be myself A counterfit disposition Can't be good for my health So many different faces Depending on the different phases My personality changes I'm a chameleon There's more then one dimension I can fool you and attract attention Camouflage my nature Let me demonstrate...
Makeup's all off Who am I? Magic's in the makeup Who am I?
If you bore me then I'm comfortable If you interest me I'm scared My attraction paralyses me No courage to show my true colors that exist But I want to be the real thing But if you catch my eye can't be authentic The ones I loath are the one's that know me the best
My makeup's all off Who am I? The magic's in the makeup Who am I?
The makeup's all off Who am I? If the magic's in the make up Then who am I? Magic's in the makeup But I want to be the real thing But the magic's in the makeup And I want to be the real thing
Who is this slightly weasley creature with funny Victorian/goth clothing and an outstanding command of the English language? It is Russell Brand, my fellow Americans. And after getting over the initial fear of the man, I think he is one of the funniest and hottest ppl on Earth.
It's kind of sad, that every single female falls in love with this somewhat notorious womanizer.
But look at the statistics.
1) He's hot- Yeah, the hair is weird, but Russell Brand is hot in this really campy way. 2) His dress sense- It's different, it attracts attention, etc. Girls love it. 3) He is a funny one, and he is very clever and expresses himself well. 3) Did I mention he's fit??????
One of the biggest disappointments in music is the fact that Jeff Buckley only lived long enough to give the world a single album, Grace.
Jeff Buckley's first album was Grace. Could you imagine what he could have given us if he had lived longer?? How would music have been different today? What beautiful songs could we be listening to??
This is how I feel a lot of the time during school. and this is how i felt when I got that critique back from big shot college professor who told me that i don't use enough description in my stories even tho i DID, i just had to freaking EDIT out all description to match the silly four pages requirment that they had.
It seems everyday I am bombarded on the television, on the internet, and in general life with Lindsay "firecrotch" Lohan. And I hate it.
One- She can't act. Forget you, Lindsay. You are only famous because you've fucked all of Hollywood and cavort with skinny anorexic spineless rich freaks. Your antics are the only remarkable thing about you, which is sad because you're an actress who wants to be "respected" and get roles like ScarJo. But you never will. Because you're a joke.
Two- She can't act. You garner no credibility as an actor, you have no real skills.
Finally, in conclusion- SHE'S A BETCH! and i'm tired of hearing about her.
He thought he was the King of America Where they pour Coca Cola just like vintage wine Now I try hard not to become hysterical But I'm not sure if I am laughing or crying
I wish that I could push a button And talk in the past And not the present tense And watch this hurting feeling Disappear like it was common sense
It was a fine idea at the time, now it's a brilliant mistake
She said that she was working for the ABC News It was as much of the alphabet as she knew how to use Her perfume was unspeakable It lingered in the air Like her artificial laughter Her mementos of affairs "Oh" I said "I see you know him" "Isn't that very fortunate for you" And she showed me his calling card He came third or fourth and there were more than one or two He was a fine idea at the time Now he's a brilliant mistake
He thought he was the King of America But it was just a boulevard of broken dreams A trick they do with mirrors and with chemicals The words of love in whispers And the axe of love in screams I wish that I could push a button And talk in the past and not the present tense And watch this lovin' feeling disappear Like it was common sense I was a fine idea at the time Now I'm a brilliant mistake
follow through make your dreams come true don't give up the fight you will be alright cuz there's no one like you in the universe
don't be afraid what your mind conceals you should make a stand stand up for what you believe and tonight we can truly say together we're invincible
sharing the struggle they will pull us down but please please let's use this chance to turn things around and tonight we can truly say together we're invincible
do it on your own it makes no difference to me what you leave behind what you choose to be and whatever they say, your soul is unbreakable
sharing the struggle they will pull us down but please please let's use this chance to turn things around and tonight we can truly say together we're invincible
SORRY! i was just writing down the lyrics to across the sea and only got as far as you are eightee
when it's
you are eighteen year old girl, who lives in a small city in japan. you heard me on the radio about one year ago and you wanted to know all about me and my hobbies my favorite food and my birthday. why are you so far away from me? i need help and you're across the sea. i could never touch you, i think it would be wrong. i've got your letter, you've got my song. they don't make stationery like this where i come from so ? and defined? so I sniiiifff and i liiiiickkk the envelope and fall to little pieces all the time! etc.
i was listening to across the sea and i was just writing the lyrics down here, and i forgot to erase it.
Correction: SRA class.
Ok, little lads who love Berries and Cream, gather round for the tale of unfortunate events and woe that has been my week. Just kidding. I'm not even going to recount the 120 hours of misery, because it's Friday night and I'm going to sleep very late tomorrow and then go shoe shopping and drown my sorrows in Sugar, Keds, and Converse.
So let me discuss the more minor things going on in my life, and conclude with a shocking poem revealing the content of my innermost thoughts.
1. American Idol- Boringest season ever. Jordin Sparks one, much to everyone's total lack of surprise. Boring, boring, boring. Boring, boring, boring. Didn't watch the last two shows at all. A complete lack of interest in Blake's ass. That's upsetting.
2. McSweeney's- McSweeney's, you're such a hit or miss thing. Sometimes I open you up and I'm like, Damn, McSweeney's sucks. Other times I read a story that quickly becomes one of my favorites, and I'm left ruminating over it for days afterward. Sometimes I open up that story about the planetarium thing that guy made that saw into his past and I cry. Then I realize it's midnight and I have to go to bed and am probably suffering from exhaustion.
3. Amy Winehouse vs. Lily Allen- A tough question. Who'd win in a fight? My friend and I completely agree that Amy Winehouse would kick the shit out of Lily Allen, as much as I like Lily. But Amy Winehouse is a cold hard bitch, and it's not put on at all, contrary to what my brother believes. But this question irks me, and tugs at the back of my mind almost as much as the "Would four body builders take down a gorilla?" question. I'd like to stage that fight one day.
4. Old Photo Albums- When we were cute and innocent and fun!!!
5. Manic Street Preachers- I love you, I love you, I love you.
6. Rosie O'Donnel vs. Hasselbeck- Screw Elisabeth Hasselbeck. She can't even respond to any of Rosie's questions and then gets pissed off when Rosie calls her out. Both of these ppls are ridiculous but at least Rosie is mostly always in the right.
7. Weezer- I've been listening to Pinkerton a lot. I really appreciate Rivers Cuomo's personal problems. They resonate within me, even though I'm not obsessed with Half-Japanese girls.
8. The Surprising Reality Behind Our Mythical Creatures- best headlines ever.
9. "I only hit on you because you're Scottish and Italian!"
10. A Raisin In The Sun is one of the best plays I have ever read, and I love the movie!
11. Garnier Fructis, it only took a week for you to build up in my hair.
A Poem
I only liked you/Because you look slightly similar to Nicky Wire/And upon closer study/You actually don't
1. NSYNC- I know that now is the perfect time to say I was a misguided youth. But I still love NSYNC. Not even a guilty pleasure. They were so much fun. I like to take out No Strings Attached time to time and dance all over the place.
2. No Doubt- Still one of my favorites. I could write an essay on how much I love them, how much they meant to me. I feel like I grew up with Gwen Stefani, she's my bitch.
3. Radiohead- See above. I feel like I grew up with Thom Yorke, he's my bitch.
4. The Beatles- For a very long time they were my favorite, and they are definitely still up there.
5. Belle and Sebastian- They have been my favorite now for about.....THREE YEARS! Wow! That's a lot of indie-ness. YAY.
well then, let's get on with it. since no one really reads this blog anyway (with the exception of my dear friend alli), and how i just don't really give two shits about privacy, i'll tell u what's going on.
it's horribly high school.
but a guy i really really like might like me waaaaah and i don't know if he does or not, or if his friend was lieing (lying?? sp?)
All weekend, I've been going through stages, where I'm like OMG OMG OMG OF COURSE HE'S NOT LYING!!!! HE LIKES YOU YAAAY and then I'm like, OMG IT WAS A HORRIBLE JOKE M*** IS A LIAR BOO HOO WHY WOULD HE DO THIS TO ME???
And honestly, I can't think of a reason why he would lie to me.
I just go in circles, and I can come to no conclusion.
This is my mind.
LAURA, WHY WOULD HE LIKE YOU? YOU WEIGH LIKE FIFTEEN MORE LBS THAN HIM!!! HE HEARS YOU TALK ABOUT THE MOST INANE THINGS WITH ALL YOUR WEIRD OUTSIDER FRIENDS!!! YOU'RE UGLY! YOU HAVE A REALLY ROUND FACE AND HE SEES YOUR RIGHT PROFILE A LOT AND YOUR RIGHT PROFILE IS NOT AS PRETTY AS THE LEFT!!! GAAAAH!!
But Laura, you are the only girl he talks to in that class, you have a lot in common, you think you've seen him look at you a few times, and he always hears what you say even when you're not talking to him and sometimes in those situations he even turns around and talks to you or makes some sort of witty remark in response, so he obviously is interested in you.
BUT I CALLED M*** AN UNLIKEABLE JERK, AND MAYBE HE'S GETTING REVENGE NOW!! GAAAAH!!
Whatever, he gives you free candy, he can't hate you that much.
OMG LAURA YOU'RE GOING TO CONFRONT HIM AND THEN HE'LL LAUGH AND DROP PIG'S BLOOD ALL OVER YOU AND YOU'RE GOING TO WRECK THE TOWN WITH YOUR PSYCHIC POWERS!!!!!!!!!
Just watched the Blair Witch Project, and thinking about truly scary things that have happened to me. What pops into my mind are two incidents- all occuring this year!
About two weeks ago, I was up in the morning, walking around the kitchen in a daze (I'm not a morning person). My mom was making her breakfast at the counter, and suddenly I heard the door open and someone walk inside. Now, we're the only ones at home, ok? And I gasped, and I hid behind my mom (LOL), totally believing that some strange man had just walked in.
Turns out it was my dad, who had a flat tire and couldn't go to work at his usual time.
I felt like an idiot.
But a very scared idiot.
Then the scarier moment- In Cape May, we stayed in the Columbia House, on the haunted floor. Toph and I were kind of laughing about it, and didn't really believe in the legends too much- but that night, seriously- we couldn't sleep because the microwave kept beeping on and off, and we heard all sorts of noises like ppl walking, etc. I didn't want to say anything at first. Then she was like, "I'm sorry, but the microwave is freaking out." "I know, I'm so fucking scared!"
We were SOOOOOOO scared. We didn't sleep. All the noises we heard were just like the incidents from The Ghosts of Cape May Book; every appliance in the kitchen went haywire.
The next morning we asked if anyone else heard anything. And of course they didn't. We played around with the microwave, and the regular normal beeping noise it made was quite different than the one we heard the night before. Two very different sounds.
Later my mum told me that she heard the air conditioning go on and off the next night.
So it wasn't just us. But it was really upsetting at the time, even if we didn't see any ghosts or anything.
A moment that probably should have been scary but wasn't- when i was sucked under a wave at the beach and the current carried me for what seemed like ten minutes. I was aware that I was underwater, and being thrown around; I was like, "oh, right then, this is how it all happens. I guess this is how I'll die"
Or what about Wildwood- when our seatbelts didn't buckle on that wooden rollercoaster, and we still went on it??
I'm feeling really odd. Like a whole mix of feelings. Maybe it's cuz I'm tired. But I think I'm just really hormonal.
Sometimes I just have a million emotions and thoughts inside me but no way to verbalize it. IDK. I'm stupid and it's Spring and I have the biggest crush on someone.
For the past ten minutes I've tried to sum up my feelings and write a coherent post, but I have ultimately failed to do so. it was going to be about sexism, and how difficult it is to be a girl and mold yourself to fit society's expectations and the double standard and all that.
But maybe my brain just farted too much.
Cuz really- to grow up female in America, or the world for that matter, is to grow up a wave of contradictions. It is to be immersed in a culture of confusion, self loathing, impossible waist lines.
It is very difficult to write exactly how one's sex has so affected them; since afterall, I came to the conclusion a year ago that whether i knew it or not, almost every aspect of my life has been effected (affected? IDK, I'm sleepy) by my gender. How I look at myself, how I look at others, how I behave.
It's cuz I'm the age that I am, that I am suddenly aware of how silly this world is for a girl and how , even though times have changed since the 1800s, ppl are still sexist in their own little way. Like, why do even my closest guy friends (with the exception of two or three) call all their girl friends "slut" or "ho"? Somehow being called a "slutty bitch" by my friend has become some weird term of endearment. It's wrong, and I live with it everyday, and I do nothing about it because I, like many others, have gotten too used to it.
I like Hole. At least, I like Live Through This. Cuz I haven't heard anything else by them, lol. But when I was a lil seventh grader I would totally rock out to Miss World and Peices of Jennifer's Body. I remember watching MTV at like seven in the morning (don't know why the hell I was up so early back then) and the video for "Violet" came up. I was like, OMG RIOT GRRL WTFBBQ!!"
I still stand by my seventh grade self. Those were some good ass songs. I cannot convince my brother of this. But it's true.
I can't wait until I start my job, because I really do need the extra cash. No, I guess I just need cash. I've been living on Christmas gift certificates.
As much as I love shopping, though, I feel like I'm cheap. I feel guilty whenever I buy something expensive. I found these adorable eye color palettes (sp?) by a company called Fresh! (or something), but they're $40-$50... and I'd feel really guilty buying them. Plus, it's just not on my budget...I mean, yes, I could shell out the cash. But then I'd be broke for a bit, and not able to go shopping for another month or something.
It's a delicate balance, lol.
I'm off to sleeeeep now. Tomorrow I'm going to sleep as late as possible, and then do laundry and read about Eisenhower. Bleugh.
my sub basically summed up my life for me today, and it was all very true and personal and it was all very OMGWTFBBQ. For reals. Basically he told me that guys know I'm too smart for them and I wouldn't let them pull shit on me. He was like, you're atypical girlfriend material but not for teenagers.
Ummm, screw teenagers.
Whatevs. I have to work on a powerpoint tomorrow, and I H8 Powerpoint like a bitch because it's mad difficult to write Shape Poems with. Dear Lord, I'm a Junior and I'm still writing Shape Poems.
I'm scared right now because I just watched Red Dragon ahhhh!!! And it's late, and I'm the only one up. Plus, I just googled: Rex 84 program. And I'm convinced the visitors are watching me ahhhhh
Thank you, Prestige and Covergirl for creating my favorite cosmetics. A girl cannot live on MAC alone, especially if she is unemployed. Therefore, I always depend on my handy dandy Prestige Classic Eyeliner in Chocolate and Kiwi.
It must be fourth marking period, because instead of writing notes on Eisenhower I am writing lists of my favorite celebrities in history class. And celeb guys I like. Here's what I came up with.
Joaquin Phoenix David Duchovny Christian Bale David Gahan Benicio Del Toro Damon Albarn John Cusack
and a few others that if I put up here everyone would be like, omg omg omg omg but liam neeson is so old!!! omgwtfbbq!!!!
All of the English department is going around calling me Anne Frank. Thank you lol.
Anyway, my friendly friends, I'm going off to re-watch Tissue Gate on American Idol last night.
Haven't been able to post in a while because Mozilla Firefox won't let me get onto Blogger. Whatevs.
So American Idol last night was a total let down. Half of the celebrities they promised DIDN'T SHOW UP. No Gwen Stefani, no performance by Bono. Instead RASCAL FLATTS. WTF. That's so upsetting to me.
Plus, the whole "let's not vote anyone out" thing was such a cop out.
Worst episode of Idol ever.
(except for the fact it raised a lot of $ for poor people)
And they showed that commercial with Benicio Del Toro several times :-)
DC Berman of the Silver Jews is friends with Stephen Malkmus of Pavement fame. And Malky Malk even played on a few Silver Jooos albums, including the classic American Water. Rumor has it that after cutting a few Silver Jews albums, Malkmus realized that Pavement sucked in comparison, and decided that he had to disband and form the Jicks.
Even if that's not true, The Silver Jews are certainly > than Pavement. The album, American Water, is kind of alternative/folky/indie/country and paints a portrait of Americana. For someone who is so paranoid about their country, it's really amazing for me to like something like that. But anyway, the music and the lyrics stand up on their own and The Silver Jews are mad underrated.
The Silver Jews basically sound like if Pavement and Bob Dylan hooked up with Walt Whitman and made a band.
Yes, my friends, A Confederacy of Dunces is one of my favorite books.
I was hanging out with my brother in the mall, walking out of some inevitably shitty store, when he told me that I should really pick up ACOD. We have similar tastes, so I figured I'd go out and buy it instead of borrowing it from our town's shitty library.
I think I read it in two days.
Granted, I was at a crappy school back then that didn't give me any work to do in the Spring Quarter, so I'd go home and have hours without homework to kill, and then get up in the morning, and manage to kill six hours of school somehow.
But even if I were taking AP classes back then, I'd still zip through the book.
Because ACOD is one of the greatest books ever written. Here's wiki's summary of the book:
Ignatius is something of a modern Don Quixote — eccentric and creative, sometimes to the point of delusion.
The story is set in the city of New Orleans in the early 1960s. The central character is Ignatius J. (Jacques) Reilly, an intelligent but slothful man still living with his mother at age 30 in Uptown New Orleans, who, because of family circumstances, must set out to get a job. In his quest for employment he has various adventures with colorful French Quarter characters. He disdains modernity, particularly pop culture. The disdain becomes his obsession: he goes to movies in order to mock their inanity and express his outrage with the contemporary world's lack of "theology and geometry." He prefers the scholastic philosophy of the Middle Ages, especially that of Boethius. However he is also seen as enjoying many modern comforts and conveniences, and is given to claiming that the rednecks of rural Louisiana hate all modern technology which they associate with progress.
One day I was called down to the guidance office to talk about what classes I wanted to take next year. I had to explain to my guidance counselor (who I had never seen before in my life) that I wasn't going to be coming back next year. Part of me wanted to tell her that I was pregnant and going to get married to the manager of a local Burger King who wanted to travel out west to seek fortune in Las Vegas. But I ended up telling her the truth, that I just couldn't stand the school and needed to go back home.
Surprisingly, she was really cool about it. Before I left, she said, "I see you're reading A Confederacy of Dunces." "Yeah! It's a really good book." "My mother was friends with the author, you know." "Really????" "Yeah." "What was he like?" "Well," she smiled. "he was really something else. Very funny."
Then he killed himself, of course.
But still, isn't that awesome? I had just picked up the book like a day ago, and here I was, already two steps away from the author!!
A Confederacy of Dunces is funny, brilliant, and warped. It's an American classic. I'd love to see John Kennedy Toole take down Scott F. Fitzgerald in a fight. You should all go out and buy this book. The characters you meet are unbelieably odd, and the gay ppl are hillllarrrious.
Everytime something heartbreaking and disasterous happens, I'm flooded with empathy and sympathy for the families and people effected.
Events like that are a part of you for the rest of your life. Whether it's fair or not.
It's like, you can mourn and grieve and then you're forced to go on. And then you move on in life, but you always get flashbacks and experience memories you tried to repress.
Then I start to think about the absurdity of the events, and why it's always the innocent that have to suffer.
After all these years, I still have so many questions and I still feel sad and I guess mourn in a different way. Like, what would our lives be like if any of it didn't happen? And although the victims of VTech are older than I was at the time, I can still relate; because I know what it's like to have your life change forever from a traumatic and insane event.
I really hope that they can recover and move on the best they can. As nicely as possible. Because the truth is, a part of them will never recover because something was taken from them. But I just hope they make an ok transition, and I'm thinking so much about all of them.
Also, Blur reminds me of flying to San Fran, with my face up against the window and just beginning to wonder about my life and America and what everything all means.
That's some pretty heavy memorable stuff, right?
::Just got really nostalgic and kind of sad::
Thank you, Blur, for growing up with me. And being so lovely and British.
Hello there, little ones. I plan on writing, over the next few months, about my top ten favorite albums (in no particular order). So today let's gather round and listen to some The Universal and hear about Blur.
So is it wrong that one of my favorite albums of all time happens to be Blur Best Of? It's a greatest hits album, so I guess that's kinda anti-hip.
But I love each and every one of those songs. Blur= one of my favorite things ever. If I had been living in England in the '90's (and a bit older, since I was a youngin' back then), I would have been a space cadet for Blur.
In my factual opinion, Blur is greater than Oasis.
They were like artsy intellectual types for the middle class. While Oasis just got drunk and grew a unibrow.
I can't tell you how much these songs mean to me. I always say that, but I think Blur is kind of the soundtrack to my life. I love them. I'd like to give each member a hug, and maybe more so with damon, but anyway- To show my love for Blur, let me say some pretentious statements about them.
1. They are the best English band after The Beatles. Or Queen, however you want to look at it. (Actually, this is true) 2. They are mad under rated, and should be worshipped as Gods. (This happens to be true as well) 3. They have helped me develop my faux cockney accent. 4. They make me want to dance around AND buy trainers!
(If you've managed to read this and not listen to all these songs you are going to Hell)
i'm mad because saturday, first day of break, i sat down and wanted to do all my homework to get it over with. ok. well that's not happening. because on top of homework i have from other classes, my ap english teacher went insane.
we had to:
1) Read the whole A Streetcar Named Desire. 2) Answer questions, do this whole packet about themes and motifs from the book, which includes basically going through each act and writing down an example of each theme/motif that was included. 3)Two Current Events- I hate these things. We're not in fifth grade. 4)An AP test packet with SEVEN entries and seventy-something questions. Not bad, right? except we have to go through each and ever question, write them down, and go through each possible answer and write why they are/ are not the answer to the question. I've been working on this since Saturday, still not done. 5) An AP style essay
I want to cry, lol. So I'm working on my Italian report for a while, then going back to the english hw. and to think we once all had lives!!!
name: laura birthday: birthplace: eye color: dark hazel hair color: dark brown, almost black height: five four and a half!! weight: you have got to be kidding me. right handed or leftie?: I'm ambi. Your Heritage: Irish, Scottish, Italian and a little bit German that I try to deny/forget about. worst habit: touching my hair! shoe size: anywhere from five to seven. pants size: anywhere from nine to eleven (don't know why, my butt is actually really small)
innie our outie: innie, innie, innie. i don't think i know any outies. The shoes you wore today: purple old navy flip flops. your weakness: chocolate, david gahan, joaquin phoenix, math. your fears: well, this is an interesting one. i have an odd phobia of things falling on my head. but other than that, i can't think of anything else except sharks (everyone hates them) and global warming.
your perfect pizza: lots of pepperoni, sausage. your most overused phrase on instant messanger: LOL thoughts first waking up: depends on what day it is. I usually wake up imagining something, or I wake up dreading a test or thinking DAMN I HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL best physical feature: i think i have pretty eyes and a nice nose. your bedtime: i like to be in bed by ten on school nights because i need tons of sleep. your most missed memory: too personal.
favorite color: green. food: oatmeal, pasta, bread, skittles, cookie dough, pickles, shephard's pie, and potatoes. sport: sports kind of suck. i enjoy watching soccer, but i'm only good at playing golf. animal: anyone who knows me knows how much i love lambs. ice cream: cookie dough candy: skittles and lollipops Store: H&M Salad Dressing: I like Caesar more and more. Actor: Robert Deniro <3 <3 <3 Joaquin Phoenix, John Cusack, Robert Downey Jr., James Dean. Lots of them. Song: Linger by the Cranberries, Get Me Away From Here I'm Dying by Belle and S, a Velvet Underground song which unfortunately escapes me at the moment. Letter: L or R. Number: Twenty-four. Gum: Orbit's Lemon Lime. Holiday: Christmas!!! Season: Fall or Spring. Toothpaste: colgate whitening. radio station: I hate the radio, I really can't stand q104.3, and 106.3 plays a lot of shit in between the occasional good song. Perfume?: Wind Song. Scent Besides Perfume: Soap, rain, Fabric Softener. Body Part on the Opposite Sex: The back and the hands because I'm a freak.
What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up?: Either a psychologist or an English teacher or a professor. How Do You Want to Die?: In my sleep, after I tell my family how much I love them. Turn ons: Good singing voices, dark hair, a sense of humour, good taste, slightly muscular guys. Turn offs: Conservatives. When Have You Cried the Most: Ohhhh, my gosh. Well, that's a personal one. Let me just answer for recent times- when I screwed up the mock trial competition. cried for two days i was so embarrassed. What Is The Best Feeling in The World: Finding something you have lost. Worst Feeling: When a teacher acts like a biotch to you. Then you know IT'S ON. Where Do You Want to Live When You Grow up? I don't know. Hopefully anywhere in New Jersey and UP. You will not find me living anywhere else in the states. I'd like to live in the city for a while, and then retire to Scotland. If You Could Change One Thing About You What Would It Be? I wish that I didn't have anxiety at times. How Long Do You Think You'll Live: I think I'll live until I'm in my seventies.
Finish the sentence.
Let's walk on the- beach. Let's look at the- animals What a nice- bum Where did all the- flowers go? Why can't we- lie in each other's arms? Silly, little- mouse Isn't it weird that- humans can't fly? Never under any circumstance- Would I eat hair I wish- I was better Everyone has a- dream I am- so relieved!
Have you ever...
Been in Love? I have fooled myself many times, but no, I have never truly been in love. Been to Juvie? Are you kidding? Mooned Someone: Yes. Been Rejected: Of course, everyone has. Ran Away From Home: WTF is this, a survey for delinquents? Skipped School? Nope, only when I fake sick. Slept Outside: No. Laughed So Hard You Cried: All the time!!!! Cried in School: All the time!!! Thrown up in School: Honestly, I don't remember ever having thrown up. Wanted to be a Model: No, I'm too short. Gone skinny dipping: Nooooo. Shoplifted: Nope. Been Drunk: No. Been Called A Tease: a "tease" is so breakfast club. Been beaten up: No.
Do you...
Swear? Yes. Sing well: Yes. Shower daily: Yes. Want to Go to College: Yes. Want to Get Married: See the above. Believe in Yourself: more or less, yes. Get motion sickness- nope! Think You Are Attractive: Sometimes I think I am, then other times I'm convinced I'm ugly. It's all a part of being a girl, I suppose. And having a period. Get Along With Your Parents: Yeah, yeah, I'm boring. Like Thunderstorms: Yes, very much!!!!! I love waking up to a good thunderstorm. Play an Instrument: I play guitar. Own an IPOD: Yes, it makes me mad, but I love it. Pray? Yes. Go To Church: Yes. Sleep with stuffed animals: Yes, I sleep with two little lambs. Keep a Journal?: I've kept one for five years now!!!! Sing in the Shower: That's what they're for.
This or That
Pepsi or Coke: COKE ALL THE WAY. McDonald's or Burger King: BK. Single or Group Dates: Group dates for now. Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate. Strawberries or Blueberries: Blueberries. Meat or Veggies?: MEAT MEAT MEAT Adidas or Nike: Wow, I am not a chav. Chinese or Mexican: CHINESE food is a gift from God. Cheerios or Corn Flakes: I represent the cheerios. Looooove cheerios. Cake or Pie: Depends. I mean, if we're talking about fake cake here, I'm all for the pie. Especially if its flaky and crusty and nice. But if we're talking about a luxurious chocolatey cake oozing with chocolatey goodness, skip the pie. MTV or VH1: Neither, but I like VH1's I Love the ________ Boxers or Briefs: ugh, idk. I guess boxers.
What's The Last
Time You Laughed? A few minutes ago, someone posted something really funny at a message board I go to. Time You Cried? I think a day or two ago, in my room over some stupid trivial thing I lost. Movie You Watched? Heir to an Execution. Flavor of Gum You Chewed: Mint. Joke You Told: Two blondes walk into a bar... Song You've Song: Mercy In You
Right at this moment.
Where are you? In the office. What Can You See Out Your Window: Darkness. Are You Listening to Music? Yes, Tender by Blur What Are You Wearing: PJS and a thermal shirt.
Do You believe
There is life on other planets- There's got to be. Miracles- Yes, I believe in miracles. Magic- No, unfortunately this is not Harry Potter. Love at first sight?- Yes, I"m certain that it happens all the time ha hahahaha God? yes, I believe in God Satan: Not really Ghosts: Yes Santa: I wish Evolution: you are slightly retarded if you do not believe in evolution in the year 2007
IN A BOY
This is where it gets interesting.
Fav. Eye Color: I suppose blue, because a lot of the guys I like have blue eyes. But then again, there are some hot guys I like who have brown eyes. Fav. Hair Color: Dark brown!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But I'm a contradiction of sorts, because the guy I really like now has light hair. Short or Long Hair: SHORT. Please. For the love of God. Not many people can pull long hair off. David Gahan couldn't even, and he's hot as hell. cut your hair. please. i used to like long hair but now I see how sad it is. guys. short it up. height: obviously taller than me. weight: i don't really know much about guy's weights, but it'd be nice if you weighed more than me because i don't want to crush you. best clothing style: i have something for mod boys, guys who really have it together like franz ferdinand. but honestly, i don't really have a preference .
What Country Would You Like to Visit?: I want to go back to Scotland again and again and again and live there forever. Number of CD's I Own: Hundreds. Good Luck Charm: Nothing really. How many pillows do you sleep with? Two. Person You Hate Most: can't really say I truly HATE anyone does god have a gender: no, but i always picture him as a guy. where do we go when we die: a bar called Heaven. Did you play with Barbies as a child: HELL YES. Played with them until I was twelve.
Hi. I wonder how many posts I have made that somehow incorporate the word "um".
Third marking period=crap. I'm ashamed of myself.
Anyway, I'm bugging. WTF am I going to do with my life? Um, do you realize in THREE YEARS I need to know what career to take??????? WHAAAAAAAAA? Since when did I grow up?
I recently read the quintessential biography on Zelda Fitzgerald, the aptly named ZELDA. All I had known prior to reading was that Zelda A) Was Fitzgerald's wife, and he was madly in love with her and that B)She went insane. I completely thought of her as the victim of cruel fate, some romantic idealized figure. Then I read ZELDA, and I was like, "Wow, this bitch is crazy."
Because she really was. I mean,she did go insane. But so did everyone else. What I mean is, Zelda in her youth reminds me of this girl I know who is not only completely insane, but a real sociopath. She exhibits the same behaviors. They both contain an inability to form real lasting friendships, they both crave attention, and are really annoying.
So all those traits irked me, and I hated Zelda, just as I really dislike this girl. Ok.
Then when she went batshit insane I felt really bad for her, and I saw how truly unhappy she was underneath all the partying. Scott and Zelda were both selfish and self-absorbed people, and their relationship truly can be considered
I'd actually buy anything Blake Lewis puts out. This is the first time I've ever really liked anyone on Idol. I mean, last year I liked Taylor just because I hated Katherine McPhee. The season before that I kind of liked Bo. Before that I really didn't give a shit. BUT THIS YEAR I GIVE A SHIT.
And that shit is Blake Lewis. I'd really like him to go far. Do I want him to win? NO. I don't want Idol to own his soul. I want him to get like runner up or third place.
From Lulu's craziness, to Chris Sligh's shout outs to VFTW, to Ryan's inappropriate hand gestures, to that crazy crying girl-
WTF??
Why was that girl crying? I saw her, and thought, "Oh, that girl must have cancer and they brought her to see Idol. Good for her, I hope she's having fun." BUT GUESS WHAT???? She cried during the whole thing. She wouldn't stop. It stopped being CUTE, and became very scary. Because that girl seems emotionally disturbed. I have been to some emotional concerts before, and trust me, I have never sobbed like that little girl.
I'm thinking she was a plant by the producers somehow??? IDK.
On second thought, at least I'm in the present NOW and won't have to deal with the shit my descendants do. Oh my gosh, guys, I'm sorry things are so messed up on this planet and in this nation. Just remember the great things America has brought into the world: The Lost Generation, Bob Dylan, and The X-Files and Afterschool Specials. Hold onto that. HOLD. ON. TO. THAT.
An open letter to my descendants:
I don't know what the world will be like when you are living, but I am guessing that if I were around I would hate it. Here are some words I want you to live by:
1. Enjoy sleeping- Get a good night's rest so you'll be ready for the Nuclear Holocaust.
2. Try To Develop Cultural Identity- Look in the mirror, my probably brown by now descendents. I know you're Mexican, but if you're pale like I am (or was) , pick a random European culture to pretend you are. Base everything off your color.
3. Read The Great Gatsby- Just because it's so great.
4. Always Carry Toothpaste- Toothpaste is not only helpful for your smile, but for your skin since the baking soda will shrink your zits.
5. Never Trust Government- Even if the future holds a great idealistic, happy government with seemingly NO problems, don't trust them because sooner or later something shitty will happen and it'll all just go back to the beginning.
6. Listen To Great Music- I know you are probably heartless zombies by now, but please listen to some good music for your great great great great great great grandma, k, children? It'll melt your heart and make your robotic soul cry.
7. Be Patient- If you're like me, and are mostly fiery Irish and have a bitchy streak, learn some patience, laddie/lassie. Don't worry if you seem like the only one who didn't sprout wings as a result of that freaky nuclear waste spill. Maybe one day you'll be lucky enough to be as unfortunate as your friends.
8. Take Some Advice From A Great Grandmom- MOVE OUT OF THE COUNTRY! LEAVE! GO TO NORWAY! MOVE TO NORWAY!
America is a nation made up of many descendants of immigrants. Even though most people are of mixed heritage, I think it's safe to say that Americans have a cultural heritage and tradition. Because in the grand scope of things, we're new Americans. Look at me, for example. What am I, third/fourth generation American? Now imagine years from now where 74th generation Americans will be walking around.
And what happens then? With the passage of time, will my descendants have no cultural heritage, with the exception of the weird adaption of Americana? Is it true that the more further and further away we get from our roots, the less identity we have? I can't imagine my grandchildren NOT using Italian American slang and making gnocchi and broccoli rabe. And I can't imagine my grandchildren NOT tearing up when they hear a bagpipe and getting all patriotic and shit about the beautiful country that is Scotland, and I can't imagine them NOT enjoying fried pizza and fried animal innards.
What is going to happen?? Americans will just morph into this one scary race of ppl with no cultural identity but what's on television. WELCOME TO AMERICA.
on second thought, no laura, it wasn't stupid to take those courses.
because you are invinsible.
seriously. i am smart. and i can do anything. because i'm laura fiorelli, i'm scottish AND italian. that's the greatest combo ever. and marcello mastroianni is my hot hot dead boyfriend and we rock out.
You see, my beloved Non Lips forum has completely fallen apart due to incompetent moderators and a lot of paranoid weird under the surface conspiracies against certain people. It makes me sad. Lots of people who have cheered me up on a regular basis for two whole years are leaving. :-(
I think I'll go watch some YOUTUBE To Catch A Predator and cheer myself up.
BTW- Was it dumb of me to sign up for THREE APs next year?
If you've never seen 8 1/2, you are not a complete and full human being.
I know how pretentious that sounds.
But it's actually true.
No film encompasses the human experience as much as 8 1/2. It is a gorgeous, gorgeous film. I mean, wow. Utterly speechless. I remember watching it on my portable DVD player at one in the morning, the only light coming from the screen.
I feel like I know Jared Leto. I have said this before; but if there's past lives we were somehow connected. I've always been like, 'oh, yeah, Jared Leto', and the lightbulb that signifies familarity (SP?) would pop up. Because somehow I know Jared Leto.
And let me say he is the biggest douche. I mean, he's Jared Leto. Have you ever SEEN a 30 Seconds to Mars video? That's enough proof of his douche-ness right there. Then, combined with breaking his nose in a stagedive since his fans didn't even bother to catch him, and the fact that he's 36 years old and singing anthems for twelve year olds, it's like an extra mega douche dosage. You know what's funny though? He did ok in Requiem for a Dream, as well as his cute little butt. "Oh, my fucking arm!" But whatever. He's weird though. And you know what? I looooove weird people. I am a weird person. I respect weird people, even in Hollywood (except Tom Cruise, but that's another story). So Jared Leto has to be a huuuuge douche for me to dislike him because of his weirdness. He just gives off this odd unlikeable aura.
Oh my gosh, chances are I'll probably marry him or something stupid like that, due to this post.
1. Naked people are scary unless they're tall. Let's all bow to the supreme race! 2. Nicky is the prettiest member of Manic Street Preaches OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG . It's hard to be the only fan that isn't in love with Richey, because he's freaking EVERYWHERE. He didn't even play the guitar. He was just THERE. Writing lyrics and cutting himself. What about NICKY???? 3. My sister- she is Number Four Prostitute in all of Kahzakstan!!!
Whenever I'm home sick, I rent what I am considering to be the greatest movie ever made. That is Billy Madison. Nothing compares to it. It is complete genius. It is utter randomness, and in no point in this rambling, incoherent film does it come even close to a rational thought. May God have mercy on it's soul.
In case you haven't noticed, Lost has jumped the shark. Lost made a mad dash across this watery animal i think two episodes ago, whereupon I lost all hope. We were promised THREE VERY IMPORTANT ANSWERS. And all we got was Jack cavorting with some Korean whore. Love you long time. Anyway, Lost has fallen victim to its extraneous plot lines. No longer is the viewer even remotely interested. I realized that Lost had completely lost its flavour when I went to bed right after Idol last week without even THINKING about Lost. And the next day when I realized what I had done, I texted two of my Lost buddies what the episode was about. One replied:
Hurley found a VW bus with a dead guy in it. I watched the first ten minutes and then turned it off. IT SUCKED.
And the next:
Basically the most boring uneventful episode ever.
Therefore, I retract my love of Lost. This show is a disgrace. The X-Files are officially my favorite show ever. If Mulder and Scully were on the island, they'd kick everyone's ass and be off the island in no time.
OH, Manic Street Preachers. Nicky you were sort of dreamy. You used to spray paint phrases like, "Culture Slut" and "Dead Whore" on white t-shirts and raid your baby sister's dress up bin. Now you shop exclusively at the Gap. You guys are all very exciting and literate, and I love you. If anyone tells you that Lifeblood sucked, or that the band went downhill when Richey disappeared, tell them to suck it. I'll beat them up for you. You are my boyz.
Today I asked myself what ATP was a lot, I tried walking in my shoes with the four inch heels, and even though I looked "HOT H-O-T HOT" I couldn't freaking stop walking like a gazelle stuffed in high heels. That's not a good thing. At one point I thought these girls were laughing at me. Then they were bumped into me by accident and said in a totally nonsarcastic way, "OH sorry- hey, hot shoes!" So whatever.
I'm sick with a fever and a sore throat. It's really bad. Last night I stayed up watching Fargo in bed. Then I went to school to fail the science Hespa. Then myself and my friend who is sick with the same thing I have went to the nurse, whereupon she yelled at us for even coming to school. So here I am now. At home. I'm going to the Hot Dr. in two hours.
New York is banning the N word. But don't freak out, dear reader- You can still walk down 84th to Ollie's, spitting, "Hey, what's up my Niggers?" Because this ban has no penalty. This is by far doublegood. Nothing like a 1984-esque environment to infringe upon our freedom of speech.
Anyway, I'm going shopping tomorrow, and getting ready for the spring fashions. I'm going to sleep late, and even later Saturday. I think I'll go and read a book now.
No, don't get all freaked out- I still love sweaters and winters and afghans and tea and crap. But I just want to wear flip flops to school, and work on my Spring/Summer 2007 wardrobe. Oh, man. That sounds conceited. But truly; I love fashion. From an aesthetic/artsy pov. After all, I AM taking sewing lessons.
As a middle school-er, I would have been very surprised to see myself as I am now, in junior year. Look at how I've changed.
How I've Changed
1. I Am Not A Hippy- I still love San Francisco, and The Beatles, but I think it's silly to classify yourself. After all, I am such a Post Modernist Hipster now.
2. I Like Rap- Here's the deal. In the weight room the guys listen to hip hop, and I like it. It's fun, it's stupid, it's catchy. F you.
3. I Don't Like Long Hair- I don't like long hair on guys. This is sort of connected to number one. I think there's only one guy with long hair that I think is attractive, and that is my husband, Jason Schwartzman. Because he can pull that off. Most guys can't.
4. I Like Clothes- I have become very focused on fashion, footwear, and handbags within the last year. I don't know why. Maybe it's because to me fashion is an extended form of self expression.
5. I Sleep- I friggin' sleep. A lot. I can sleep ten hours plus. I don't know why. I like to be awake for like twelve hours, so I can spend the rest of the day in bed, dreaming.
6. Um, I look different. Plus, I gained like fifteen pounds. I remember being like 115 lbs. and thinking I was fat. Damn.
7. Der, I got smarter- I used to be bad at math.
OK, how I've NOT changed
1. As my aunt told me the other day, I have very Italian political beliefs. Which is basically saying that I'm a fascist anarchist or something, because those bitches are crazy. Wiki their gov. I am not an anarchist though. See, everyone knows those kids who think they are anarchists and cool and junk, and I call them out every single day. I suppose what I mean is that I've always been a free thinker when it comes to socio-political ish. I just think I'm more educated now than I was in middle school.
2. David Duchovny is still hot. See, he was my first celebrity crush. And after all these years, I can still safely say that the Duch-ster is on my top five. Top three, actually. Believe it or not, I've been liking Mulder since I was eight years old because I'm awesomely awesome.
3. I still have a weird sense of humor, and I still think Being John Malkovich is a kick ass movie.
All in all, I can safely say that although I have respect for my former self, I am much more comfortable with myself NOW. I like who I am. Check it.
Well, I haven't posted in a while because I've been very occupied, and I also hate the New Google/Blogger thing. It gives me a lot of issues signing in.
I married Jason Schwartzman, and I'm going shopping Friday.
Today I was sitting around, just being myself, when my friend asked me when I had gotten so cool.
"What are you talking about?" "I always thought you were a bit of a nerd, but the past few weeks I've come to know the real you." (My general reaction being WTF, I'm still the same)
it's funny how ppl think i'm a total nerd until they get to know me as the trash talkin', wise crackin'"fiery Irish biotch". With nerdish tendencies. Whatever.
Then we were talking about how the first week of school this year I got at least five comments like,
"WOW! You look so different than last year! You're attractive!"
Gee, thanks! It's good to know I'm an example of an ugly duckling story.
"Well, guys are douches," he tells me. Then, "Especially that one," pointing to the gay black Junior who shaved off his eyebrows and has a bad Jerri Curl.
"That's true, that's true.' I've also gotten, "Wow, last year you were just like, I'm little Laura and this year you're all bom chicka bom bom."
Well, maybe I'm "bom chicka bom bom" because this year I'm not sick as Hell, and I'm not giving birth to kidney stone babies. That puts a damper on your personality.
I'm writing this facing a really hot guy in the library at school. The tension is palpable. Ok, well at least for me it is. He's so funny, and slightly fey in that weird Franz Ferdinand gay way. He's like one of the smartest guys at school.
What else can I write about? Let's think................. Nah, I can't really think of anything else. Um, I'm reading David Eggers' "You Shall Know Our Velocity!" which of course garners much attention from my illiterate peers who read, "You Shall Know Our- what??", bending their heads over to see the title.
"Our Velocity. It's about these two guys who travel the world, giving millions of dollars out to people. But it's not really that sappy."
"Oh, ok. Sounds cool."
I wrote a story yesterday in creative writing and the opening line was, "All this had happened after I lost my job, got mugged in Mexico, and buried my wife in the parking lot of the Holiday Inn." There was an odd silence and Max said, "OHH SHIT" and everyone laughed. Well, I channel weirdness in my writing. I don't write stories about boring people with boring problems. I mean, I think about the stories I've actually completely written and finished,
and they're about dysfunction, Eraserhead, and shoplifting,
as opposed to random ish that people write.
I don't think I'm a good poet, because everytime I hold the pen with the intention of writing a poem, my mind overflows with lyrics that I wish I had written, lyrics that I can't write.
"Eleanor, put your boots back on..." "You're dreaming of the one you really love..." "Another head hangs lowly, child is slowly taken.." "Six months on, the winter's gone and this enchanted pony..." "Smack my bitch up" (JK) "There's a world outside, and I know cuz I've heard talk."
I can't live up to that. There's nothing I could possibly write or possibly say that is as good as the above aforementioned, and nothing I write could ever live up to its significance.
(Take a fifteen minute break, make some latkes, return to the blog)
In my neverending quest to find a wedding song, I ask myself: Why are the most romantic songs so sad? Take the music No Distance Left to Run. Beautiful. It's great. I want to dance to it. But it's so anti-romance.
So the real question I must answer is WHAT IS THE ULTIMATE LOVE SONG?? It must lack cliche, but musn't have dark undertones like every other song. It needs to be happy. It needs to be perfect. Why is it so hard to find??
Because sometimes all you want to do is scream, "You and I are gonna live forever!" at the top of your lungs and swear by Oasis. If Live Forever was remotely danceable and related to love, it'd be my wedding song. ** We lost Mock Trial today, even though I think we won. Our team was very good. We kind of kicked CBA's ass. But oh well.
** My sewing lessons ROCKED xcore! I love that kind of stuff. Truly, there's nothing I like more then just relaxing and creating things and using the sewing peddle.
i'm researching the scottish isles for my next trip, and i have to tell you- while it's beautiful, it absolutely overwhelms me. And scares me at the same time. They're so weird up there, it's like a whole 'nother world. I guess you can tell this is a girl whose family is from Motherwell.
As I sit listening to the pastels i realize I really fully do miss Scotland. I want to go back AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. It's just the most beautiful country in the world. Forget Italy, forget Austria- Scotland is absolutely gorgeous.
