Thursday, August 10, 2006
Masses vs. Classes
I have this crazy relationship with the Manic Street Preachers. I'm the only American, non-goth girl who knows who they are.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Real Post
On Saturday is the baptism, and I'm wearing a really nice v-neck dress that I bought the other day at Lord and Taylor. I'm going to be bloated when I wear it, so I'm going on a crash diet the next few days to ensure that the only weight I'll be carrying is the bloat that comes with the guarantee of the ability to bear children, and not some extra ice cream/carbs plushy stuff.
Honestly, I really hate weight issues. When I hit puberty I was the butt of many fat jokes from my Dad, which kind of confounds everybody in my family because I'm not, and have never been, fat. But whatever. I just want to fit into my dress and not be a crazy, hormonal bitch.
There's a man in the back of the boat in that painting of Washington crossing the Deleware who looks just like Tom Cruise. He is wrapped in a tan blanket, and holding a gun. It's all a Scientology conspiracy. And no, I didn't get my free personality test today, although I could've if we weren't running around so much. I'd love to do that just for kicks. How much fun would that be? "Hi, I'm interested in getting a free personality test."
Honestly, I really hate weight issues. When I hit puberty I was the butt of many fat jokes from my Dad, which kind of confounds everybody in my family because I'm not, and have never been, fat. But whatever. I just want to fit into my dress and not be a crazy, hormonal bitch.
There's a man in the back of the boat in that painting of Washington crossing the Deleware who looks just like Tom Cruise. He is wrapped in a tan blanket, and holding a gun. It's all a Scientology conspiracy. And no, I didn't get my free personality test today, although I could've if we weren't running around so much. I'd love to do that just for kicks. How much fun would that be? "Hi, I'm interested in getting a free personality test."
Head on Apply Directly to the Forehead
I was tuning on the shine of the light night dial
Doing anything my radio radio advised
With everyone of those late night stations
Playing songs bringing tears to my eyes
I was seriously thinking about hiding the receiver
When the switch broke cuz it's old
They're saying things that I can hardly believe
They really think we're getting out of control.
Radio is a sound salvation
Radio is cleaning up the nation
They say you better listen to the voice of reason
But they don't give you any choice
Because they think that it's treason
So you had better do as you are told
You better listen to the radio.
I wanna bite the hand that feeds me
I wanna bite that heand so badly
I want to make them wish they'd never seen me
Some of my friends they sit around every evening
And they worry about the times ahead
But everybody else is overwhelmed by indifference
And the promise of an early death
You either shut up or get cut up;
They don't want to hear about it,
It's only inches on the reel to reel
And the radio is in the hands of such a lot of fools
Trying to anaesthetise the way that you feel.
Doing anything my radio radio advised
With everyone of those late night stations
Playing songs bringing tears to my eyes
I was seriously thinking about hiding the receiver
When the switch broke cuz it's old
They're saying things that I can hardly believe
They really think we're getting out of control.
Radio is a sound salvation
Radio is cleaning up the nation
They say you better listen to the voice of reason
But they don't give you any choice
Because they think that it's treason
So you had better do as you are told
You better listen to the radio.
I wanna bite the hand that feeds me
I wanna bite that heand so badly
I want to make them wish they'd never seen me
Some of my friends they sit around every evening
And they worry about the times ahead
But everybody else is overwhelmed by indifference
And the promise of an early death
You either shut up or get cut up;
They don't want to hear about it,
It's only inches on the reel to reel
And the radio is in the hands of such a lot of fools
Trying to anaesthetise the way that you feel.
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Facts Project
Here are twenty interesting facts about myself.
1. When I was little, I had recurring dreams of being lost in a mansion run by mechanical elves, much like the "It's A Small World" ride thing at Disney World.
2. Recurring characters in my dreams include Owen Wilson, Crispin Glover, Michael J. Fox, and David Cross.
3. I love vintage dresses, and buy clothes from a Red Bank thrift shop, Backward Glances, occassionally.
4. In seventh grade, I was a huge hippy.
5. My first concert was NSYNC, but then I worked my way up into coolness with a No Doubt concert, Bruce Springsteen, and BOB DYLAN!!!
6. Halloween is my second favorite holiday.
7. I love doing needlework- crotcheting, knitting, cross stitching.
8. Winter is my favorite month because of my birthday, Christmas, and the coziness of it being cold outside and warm inside!
9. I rock at mini-golf, and make bets that I will win each time I play. (I'm always right).
10. I thought that on Y2K, the lights would go out and the world would end.
11. When I was little, I convinced myself I saw Santa Claus and an elf by my Christmas tree. My imagination was really overactive, what can I say?
12. My oldest brother would hold me and run down the stairs when I was a little girl. I seem to remember him dropping me, and flying down the stairs!!!! (Like Superman). This is probably a dream.....
13. Last year I didn't believe in dinosaurs. Not for religious reasons, but because the whole idea of dinosaurs is just so weird.
14. On Easter 1996, my mom and I were sick, so we slept downstairs on the couch. Next to the couch we had all our medecine, soda, crackers, etc. I couldn't sleep so I stared out the window and saw lights from the sky, like a UFO.
15. I met Yoko Ono.
16. I know that Tom Cruise is gay and sterile from a pretty reliable source (? You can never really tell, but I believe him).
17. I played with dolls until I was twelve years old.
18. I read all the American Girl books, and loved Molly the most.
19. My favorite instrument is the violin.
20. I knew about the whole McGreevey scandal beforehand, because of my seriously cool connections.
1. When I was little, I had recurring dreams of being lost in a mansion run by mechanical elves, much like the "It's A Small World" ride thing at Disney World.
2. Recurring characters in my dreams include Owen Wilson, Crispin Glover, Michael J. Fox, and David Cross.
3. I love vintage dresses, and buy clothes from a Red Bank thrift shop, Backward Glances, occassionally.
4. In seventh grade, I was a huge hippy.
5. My first concert was NSYNC, but then I worked my way up into coolness with a No Doubt concert, Bruce Springsteen, and BOB DYLAN!!!
6. Halloween is my second favorite holiday.
7. I love doing needlework- crotcheting, knitting, cross stitching.
8. Winter is my favorite month because of my birthday, Christmas, and the coziness of it being cold outside and warm inside!
9. I rock at mini-golf, and make bets that I will win each time I play. (I'm always right).
10. I thought that on Y2K, the lights would go out and the world would end.
11. When I was little, I convinced myself I saw Santa Claus and an elf by my Christmas tree. My imagination was really overactive, what can I say?
12. My oldest brother would hold me and run down the stairs when I was a little girl. I seem to remember him dropping me, and flying down the stairs!!!! (Like Superman). This is probably a dream.....
13. Last year I didn't believe in dinosaurs. Not for religious reasons, but because the whole idea of dinosaurs is just so weird.
14. On Easter 1996, my mom and I were sick, so we slept downstairs on the couch. Next to the couch we had all our medecine, soda, crackers, etc. I couldn't sleep so I stared out the window and saw lights from the sky, like a UFO.
15. I met Yoko Ono.
16. I know that Tom Cruise is gay and sterile from a pretty reliable source (? You can never really tell, but I believe him).
17. I played with dolls until I was twelve years old.
18. I read all the American Girl books, and loved Molly the most.
19. My favorite instrument is the violin.
20. I knew about the whole McGreevey scandal beforehand, because of my seriously cool connections.
Sunday, August 06, 2006
Books Continued
1. Night- Night is the best book that I have read all year round in school. I'd read it before, but reading it a second time I saw it in a new light.
2. If Not Now, When?- I read this after Night, and liked it a lot. I reccomend it to everybody for a fast read.
3. Slouching Toward Nirvana- I was attracted to this book because of its super cool title and it's very pretty cover. For some reason, Bukowski's poems read like stories- you feel like you know him, you feel like you're there with him as he yells at the black guys stealing his tv, and as he works in various factories, small jobs, etc. Some people think Bukowski is a load of crap, and that he's pretentious. Whatever. All I know is I remember literally all of his poems in Slouching Toward Nirvana, and I loved each one.
4. Hip: A History- I CAN'T RECCOMEND THIS ENOUGH. Buy it. Borrow it. Just read it. Yes, sometimes while you're reading you stop and think, "What the heck is he talking about"? But I love reading about the precursors of hip, and Walt Whitman and the orginal beats and American bohemians.
5. Leaves of Grass- Speaking of Walt Whitman, this is the most perfect anthology of published poems. Walt Whitman just tears and rips at your consciousness and you feel his words seeping into your veins. They aren't poems for recluses, or poems for the introverted sulker. Leaves of Grass is tuned to the poetry of life and all its rhythyms (sp? I know, I know) and passion. Walt Whitman is by far the best American poet.
6. Walden- Not just something Eric Cartman plagiarized. Walden chronicles Thoreau's life in the woods, and all his ideas on government, taxes, and life in general. The last twenty pages are amazing. I read just those pages from time to time, and hanged some quotes up on my wall. Thoreau is the man.
7. Chronicles V. One- BOB DYLAN! I read this in a day. I really liked reading about what Bob read, and what poets and authors he liked. I can't tell you how much I love Bob. It borders on obsession. My mom makes fun of me and Chrissy for being so crazy. For watching No Direction Home three times in one day. But you shouldn't criticize what you can't understand.
8. The Picture of Dorian Gray- Oscar Wilde managed to write the coolest plot line ever. I read the first few pages about a billion times over.
2. If Not Now, When?- I read this after Night, and liked it a lot. I reccomend it to everybody for a fast read.
3. Slouching Toward Nirvana- I was attracted to this book because of its super cool title and it's very pretty cover. For some reason, Bukowski's poems read like stories- you feel like you know him, you feel like you're there with him as he yells at the black guys stealing his tv, and as he works in various factories, small jobs, etc. Some people think Bukowski is a load of crap, and that he's pretentious. Whatever. All I know is I remember literally all of his poems in Slouching Toward Nirvana, and I loved each one.
4. Hip: A History- I CAN'T RECCOMEND THIS ENOUGH. Buy it. Borrow it. Just read it. Yes, sometimes while you're reading you stop and think, "What the heck is he talking about"? But I love reading about the precursors of hip, and Walt Whitman and the orginal beats and American bohemians.
5. Leaves of Grass- Speaking of Walt Whitman, this is the most perfect anthology of published poems. Walt Whitman just tears and rips at your consciousness and you feel his words seeping into your veins. They aren't poems for recluses, or poems for the introverted sulker. Leaves of Grass is tuned to the poetry of life and all its rhythyms (sp? I know, I know) and passion. Walt Whitman is by far the best American poet.
6. Walden- Not just something Eric Cartman plagiarized. Walden chronicles Thoreau's life in the woods, and all his ideas on government, taxes, and life in general. The last twenty pages are amazing. I read just those pages from time to time, and hanged some quotes up on my wall. Thoreau is the man.
7. Chronicles V. One- BOB DYLAN! I read this in a day. I really liked reading about what Bob read, and what poets and authors he liked. I can't tell you how much I love Bob. It borders on obsession. My mom makes fun of me and Chrissy for being so crazy. For watching No Direction Home three times in one day. But you shouldn't criticize what you can't understand.
8. The Picture of Dorian Gray- Oscar Wilde managed to write the coolest plot line ever. I read the first few pages about a billion times over.
Saturday, August 05, 2006
More Books, School
10. Les Enfants d'Terribles- Ok. I know this is written wrong. But don't get mad, it's late and I'm tired, and I'm an Italian student. Jean Cocteau is possibly one of my favorite people that I don't know, Bob Dylan being Number One in that list, of course. I think Cocteau was a really cool director, and I love the whole aura of poetry and artistry that surrounds him. This was unlike anything I've ever read, but I still enjoyed it immensly.
11. Jane Eyre- Obviously I didn't read Cocteau in school, although in an alternate universe we would have. Jane Eyre marks my first book read in school this year, and it was a disappointing way to start off what turned out to be a pretty bad school year. Jane Eyre is the most boring book I have ever read, and I love Nineteenth Century British Lit. It's all about Heathcliff, everyone. But I could never get into Jane Eyre. Ick.
12. Black Boy- Black Boy was alright. I wished we had read the Communism part, but of course we were told it wasn't "necessary" and we altogether stopped reading the book. Stupid.
13. Julius Caesar- Y-izzle. Shakespeare is cool as hell and you know it. I really enjoyed Julius Caesar. Of course, it helped that we watched the Brando film. :-)
14. Lord of the Flies- Ehh, it's ok. My friend hated it, but I thought it was alright.
15. Twelve Angry Men- More like Twelve Angry Yawns, even though I had a big role when we read it out loud.
16. Tess of the D'Urbervilles- We didn't actually read this, but instead watched the movie. I loved it. All the girls did. Poor boys.
17. Medea- I played Tom Cruiseius, the sterile friend. I read this last year, so I didn't enjoy it as much as I would have if this crazy tale of Courtney Love were fresh and new to me.
18. Poetry Section- Why are we forced to read boring Emily Dickinson and the quintessential Robert Frost? Why can't we read....Ginsberg, William Carlos Williams, Buckowski, Shakespeare, Byron, Yeats- ANYONE but Emily Dickinson. And why must all these poets be white New Englanders?? No wonder people hate poetry at my school.
19. This Other Greek Play- Forget what it was called. But this girl's brother died in battle, and she wanted to bury him, but the King forbade her because her brother was a traitor. It ended in three deaths. I loved it!!
20. Short Stories- How come I love short stories, but just never the ones we read in school?
moral of the story-- most of high school lit. is boring and shouldn't be read.
11. Jane Eyre- Obviously I didn't read Cocteau in school, although in an alternate universe we would have. Jane Eyre marks my first book read in school this year, and it was a disappointing way to start off what turned out to be a pretty bad school year. Jane Eyre is the most boring book I have ever read, and I love Nineteenth Century British Lit. It's all about Heathcliff, everyone. But I could never get into Jane Eyre. Ick.
12. Black Boy- Black Boy was alright. I wished we had read the Communism part, but of course we were told it wasn't "necessary" and we altogether stopped reading the book. Stupid.
13. Julius Caesar- Y-izzle. Shakespeare is cool as hell and you know it. I really enjoyed Julius Caesar. Of course, it helped that we watched the Brando film. :-)
14. Lord of the Flies- Ehh, it's ok. My friend hated it, but I thought it was alright.
15. Twelve Angry Men- More like Twelve Angry Yawns, even though I had a big role when we read it out loud.
16. Tess of the D'Urbervilles- We didn't actually read this, but instead watched the movie. I loved it. All the girls did. Poor boys.
17. Medea- I played Tom Cruiseius, the sterile friend. I read this last year, so I didn't enjoy it as much as I would have if this crazy tale of Courtney Love were fresh and new to me.
18. Poetry Section- Why are we forced to read boring Emily Dickinson and the quintessential Robert Frost? Why can't we read....Ginsberg, William Carlos Williams, Buckowski, Shakespeare, Byron, Yeats- ANYONE but Emily Dickinson. And why must all these poets be white New Englanders?? No wonder people hate poetry at my school.
19. This Other Greek Play- Forget what it was called. But this girl's brother died in battle, and she wanted to bury him, but the King forbade her because her brother was a traitor. It ended in three deaths. I loved it!!
20. Short Stories- How come I love short stories, but just never the ones we read in school?
moral of the story-- most of high school lit. is boring and shouldn't be read.
Books I Have Read
MY LIST OF SOME BOOKS SHE HAS READ THIS YEAR,
AND WHAT SHE THOUGHT ABOUT THOSE BOOKS
1. The Bell Jar- Wow, this is possibly the most addicting book I have ever read. You become totally immersed in it. I hate Sylvia Plath's poems, but this is one of the best things I've ever read. I took it out of the school library, and someone who had previously borrowed it left a cut-out of a gun in between the pages. That was seriously messed up. I like to think that person killed himself, jk.
2. Rosemary's Baby- I love the movie, and have seen it several times this year, so I decided to take out the real thing. I love Rosemary Whitehouse; she's so cute and unsuspecting until she becomes consumed with paranoia. If I were her, though, I would have killed myself and the baby; it was Satan, for God's sake. She's all like, "I suppose since it's half human, it could turn out good." Yeah, right. But still, a great book.
3. The Catcher in the Rye- I used to hate Salinger because he was a precursor to emo. Plus, how many times can you italicize and say "phony" in the course of two pages? Salinger is the sort of author who lives underground in a tunnel and only comes out to go food shopping. Still, Catcher in the Rye surprised me, and I grade it a B. Even though the man who shot John Lennon held this while shooting him, and it's every murderer's favorite book.
4. Franny and Zooey- Read the first two sentences of my Catcher in the Rye review. I felt like it had a lot of promise, but then got wrapped up in its phoniness and it's sarcasm and hateful characters. However, I was sick when I was reading it, so maybe that's why I was so impatient with these spoiled, rich brats. I read it a second time, a few months later, and enjoyed it more. Still, I'm not too crazy about Franny and Zooey.
5. Nine Stories- THIS IS MY FAVORITE. I love Nine Stories. I don't understand how a guy who wrote pretty annoying books could write great stories that kept me up all night. The story, The Laughing Man (or something) was so tragic, omg. omg.omg.omg.omg.omgzzzz read dissss jk. but really, read Nine Stories, because it doesn't dissapoint anyone. People hate Catcher, and F&Z, but everyone is down with Nine Stories.
6. Don Juan- I love Byron, what can I say? People saw this and told me it looked amazingly boring. But it wasn't.
7. The Claudine Novels- Ok, ok, I only read Claudine at School, but I still liked it. Even though Claudine was annoying, and sort of mean, I thought it was very funny. I didn't know that every French person was lesbian, male or female.
8. Barrell Fever- My introduction to Sedaris. I searched all over the bookstore for anything Sedaris, and finally found this. Luckily, my mom's car broke down in the parking lot, so we were stranded in the greatest place in the world, Barnes and Noble. It was a very cold winter day, so I bought a cookie and a drink and curled up in one of those big, overstuffed chairs and read this while waiting. I nearly shit my pants. I still do. People say that "Me Talk Pretty One Day" is his greatest work, but I'll always think Barrel Fever is.
9. Go Ask Alice- Dear, Lord. I borrowed this on a whim because it's such a notorious book, and quite frankly I wanted to read about some crazy hippies smoking pot and driving big ass buses. What I got instead was the most poorly written excuse for a diary I've ever read, and a bunch of right-wing propaganda, barely masked as a non-fiction, true story. Drugs are Bad. Don't do Drugs. Crack is Wack. I believe those things. But I don't believe that smoking pot turns you into a lesbian. And I don't believe smoking pot makes you rip your eyes out, claw at your face, and end up in a hospital. Whoever likes this book sadly has never read much. I just want to punch Alice in the face. As you can see, reading this fueled me to do the complete adverse of the supposed moral of the story.
10. Actual Air- DC Berman. I like DC Berman, he is the man.All I can say, I guess.
AND WHAT SHE THOUGHT ABOUT THOSE BOOKS
1. The Bell Jar- Wow, this is possibly the most addicting book I have ever read. You become totally immersed in it. I hate Sylvia Plath's poems, but this is one of the best things I've ever read. I took it out of the school library, and someone who had previously borrowed it left a cut-out of a gun in between the pages. That was seriously messed up. I like to think that person killed himself, jk.
2. Rosemary's Baby- I love the movie, and have seen it several times this year, so I decided to take out the real thing. I love Rosemary Whitehouse; she's so cute and unsuspecting until she becomes consumed with paranoia. If I were her, though, I would have killed myself and the baby; it was Satan, for God's sake. She's all like, "I suppose since it's half human, it could turn out good." Yeah, right. But still, a great book.
3. The Catcher in the Rye- I used to hate Salinger because he was a precursor to emo. Plus, how many times can you italicize and say "phony" in the course of two pages? Salinger is the sort of author who lives underground in a tunnel and only comes out to go food shopping. Still, Catcher in the Rye surprised me, and I grade it a B. Even though the man who shot John Lennon held this while shooting him, and it's every murderer's favorite book.
4. Franny and Zooey- Read the first two sentences of my Catcher in the Rye review. I felt like it had a lot of promise, but then got wrapped up in its phoniness and it's sarcasm and hateful characters. However, I was sick when I was reading it, so maybe that's why I was so impatient with these spoiled, rich brats. I read it a second time, a few months later, and enjoyed it more. Still, I'm not too crazy about Franny and Zooey.
5. Nine Stories- THIS IS MY FAVORITE. I love Nine Stories. I don't understand how a guy who wrote pretty annoying books could write great stories that kept me up all night. The story, The Laughing Man (or something) was so tragic, omg. omg.omg.omg.omg.omgzzzz read dissss jk. but really, read Nine Stories, because it doesn't dissapoint anyone. People hate Catcher, and F&Z, but everyone is down with Nine Stories.
6. Don Juan- I love Byron, what can I say? People saw this and told me it looked amazingly boring. But it wasn't.
7. The Claudine Novels- Ok, ok, I only read Claudine at School, but I still liked it. Even though Claudine was annoying, and sort of mean, I thought it was very funny. I didn't know that every French person was lesbian, male or female.
8. Barrell Fever- My introduction to Sedaris. I searched all over the bookstore for anything Sedaris, and finally found this. Luckily, my mom's car broke down in the parking lot, so we were stranded in the greatest place in the world, Barnes and Noble. It was a very cold winter day, so I bought a cookie and a drink and curled up in one of those big, overstuffed chairs and read this while waiting. I nearly shit my pants. I still do. People say that "Me Talk Pretty One Day" is his greatest work, but I'll always think Barrel Fever is.
9. Go Ask Alice- Dear, Lord. I borrowed this on a whim because it's such a notorious book, and quite frankly I wanted to read about some crazy hippies smoking pot and driving big ass buses. What I got instead was the most poorly written excuse for a diary I've ever read, and a bunch of right-wing propaganda, barely masked as a non-fiction, true story. Drugs are Bad. Don't do Drugs. Crack is Wack. I believe those things. But I don't believe that smoking pot turns you into a lesbian. And I don't believe smoking pot makes you rip your eyes out, claw at your face, and end up in a hospital. Whoever likes this book sadly has never read much. I just want to punch Alice in the face. As you can see, reading this fueled me to do the complete adverse of the supposed moral of the story.
10. Actual Air- DC Berman. I like DC Berman, he is the man.All I can say, I guess.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Just Don't Hit the Ball
Oh, my gosh it is still soo warm out. I'm glad I'm sleeping downstairs tonight; I hate how hot and musty upstairs gets.
Later I'm going shopping for a dress at the mall. I'm looking for something nice to wear to A's party. Then of course I'm going to H&M and blowing all my money. I want to look for cute, casual dresses that I can just wear to school. I wish I had Edie Sedgwick's wardrobe. The problem, of course, is that I wouldn't fit into any of it. I'm the fat Sienna Miller.
Someone once told me I look like Liv Tyler with shorter hair and a rounder face. That's a huge compliment, and an even bigger lie. I don't look like her at all. I just have the same hair and face color.
There are actual beads of sweat on my legs, btw.
This week has been full of weird dreams. I dreamt that David Cross (who is in like every other dream of mine) was on the Yankees, and he was actually really good. He was giving me advice that went something like this: "You have to get up there, and not give a crap about the game. Show your genitals, pick your face, anything- just don't hit the ball."
Later I'm going shopping for a dress at the mall. I'm looking for something nice to wear to A's party. Then of course I'm going to H&M and blowing all my money. I want to look for cute, casual dresses that I can just wear to school. I wish I had Edie Sedgwick's wardrobe. The problem, of course, is that I wouldn't fit into any of it. I'm the fat Sienna Miller.
Someone once told me I look like Liv Tyler with shorter hair and a rounder face. That's a huge compliment, and an even bigger lie. I don't look like her at all. I just have the same hair and face color.
There are actual beads of sweat on my legs, btw.
This week has been full of weird dreams. I dreamt that David Cross (who is in like every other dream of mine) was on the Yankees, and he was actually really good. He was giving me advice that went something like this: "You have to get up there, and not give a crap about the game. Show your genitals, pick your face, anything- just don't hit the ball."
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
i'm not even here- bob dylan
Excuse my stupidity. I posted the video twice. I've forgotten HTML. I'm not a Wizard like some of my friends are.
What I really wanted to accomplish was for you to play "Slow Graffiti" while you read my saddish post. I thought it'd be very twee, but it'll just be emo***. So the option is yours.
I saw Lady in the Water tonight. Unlike the Village, I'm not entirely sure it was a disaster. It didn't suck, but it wasn't great, either. It was odd, to say the least. M. Night Shymalan was SMOKING lol. X-y was right when she said he was adorable. We had some good laughs, I guess. Parts of it were funny, although probably unintentionally so.
I'm sort of sad because that post I wrote before about missing Scotland is so true. I was in my newly Scottish room (the flag, the books, the kilts, the photos) and I held the rock I stole from Glencoe. Yes, instead of taking photographs and leaving only memories (or something), I took a rock from the Valley of Tears. Ok, I take that part back, that's emo. I did steal a rock though. I held and sniffed it; it smelled kind of cool. I realized it was probably related to a rock that my ancestors, the Macdonalds, stepped on while fleeing for their lives up the mountains from the Campbells (one of which is featured in the Belle and Sebastian video. Isobel Campbell, the pretty one with yellow hair). I felt like I was the only person sweating buckets in the NJ heat, and that I was in the wrong place. I really ought to be hanging out with sheep or something.
The whole experience can be described as deja vu. You know when you smell something and it reminds you of your grandma, or baking cookies with your mom when you were a kid? Or when you see something that reminds you of childhood or a friend or someone. All those nostalgic feelings. Scotland was just like that, except all those feelings I experienced were odd beceuse I'd never been there before.
Boo hoo. :-( It's only going to be worse because tomorrow I'm watching Finding Neverland, and (gasp) EDWARD SCISSORHANDS. This will keep me in a funk for weeks. There is nothing like a good Tim Burton film to make you feel sad for a week. Unless it's Pee Wee's Big Adventure, of course. Then you just feel like you've been hit by a train.
Maybe I was born on a train. haha
Actually, i'm ok, I just wish that I was in a cooler place like Scotland, where everything is beautiful and the food is alright, and the sheep are cute, and the accents are fun. Good lord lol.
*** Disclaimer- The author is not emo. She doesn't write faux-sad poetry, doesn't have a crazy angular haircut, and doesn't own a pair of straight leg jeans. Nor is she attracted to weepy guys in bands who wear eyeliner. And finally, she doesn't own a Myspace account. Wow.
What I really wanted to accomplish was for you to play "Slow Graffiti" while you read my saddish post. I thought it'd be very twee, but it'll just be emo***. So the option is yours.
I saw Lady in the Water tonight. Unlike the Village, I'm not entirely sure it was a disaster. It didn't suck, but it wasn't great, either. It was odd, to say the least. M. Night Shymalan was SMOKING lol. X-y was right when she said he was adorable. We had some good laughs, I guess. Parts of it were funny, although probably unintentionally so.
I'm sort of sad because that post I wrote before about missing Scotland is so true. I was in my newly Scottish room (the flag, the books, the kilts, the photos) and I held the rock I stole from Glencoe. Yes, instead of taking photographs and leaving only memories (or something), I took a rock from the Valley of Tears. Ok, I take that part back, that's emo. I did steal a rock though. I held and sniffed it; it smelled kind of cool. I realized it was probably related to a rock that my ancestors, the Macdonalds, stepped on while fleeing for their lives up the mountains from the Campbells (one of which is featured in the Belle and Sebastian video. Isobel Campbell, the pretty one with yellow hair). I felt like I was the only person sweating buckets in the NJ heat, and that I was in the wrong place. I really ought to be hanging out with sheep or something.
The whole experience can be described as deja vu. You know when you smell something and it reminds you of your grandma, or baking cookies with your mom when you were a kid? Or when you see something that reminds you of childhood or a friend or someone. All those nostalgic feelings. Scotland was just like that, except all those feelings I experienced were odd beceuse I'd never been there before.
Boo hoo. :-( It's only going to be worse because tomorrow I'm watching Finding Neverland, and (gasp) EDWARD SCISSORHANDS. This will keep me in a funk for weeks. There is nothing like a good Tim Burton film to make you feel sad for a week. Unless it's Pee Wee's Big Adventure, of course. Then you just feel like you've been hit by a train.
Maybe I was born on a train. haha
Actually, i'm ok, I just wish that I was in a cooler place like Scotland, where everything is beautiful and the food is alright, and the sheep are cute, and the accents are fun. Good lord lol.
*** Disclaimer- The author is not emo. She doesn't write faux-sad poetry, doesn't have a crazy angular haircut, and doesn't own a pair of straight leg jeans. Nor is she attracted to weepy guys in bands who wear eyeliner. And finally, she doesn't own a Myspace account. Wow.
In Other News...
I mentioned before that it's very hot. In fact, it's 107 degrees. On days like this, I stay inside. I really hope this isn't global warming. If it is, we have got to do something about it fast, because the sweater is my favorite clothing item, and I miss the winters that are so cold your nose is always red and you need to wear two pairs of socks 24/7. I wanted to see "An Inconvenient Truth", but never got the chance because I was out of the country (that sounds so cool), and also I already feel depressed enough when I watch The Daily Show.
I made a promise that this summer I would read more books than any other summer in the history of myself. So far, it hasn't been going so well. I can't find any books I want to read. Also, I managed to become a stereotypical girl and spend all my money on clothes at Forever 21. But the dresses are only $25!! However, I did find a book at the library yesterday. I was mad that they didn't have any Carter Family CDs, and I was even angrier that "Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim" was taken out. Seriously, someone is just NOT returning that book back. Each time I go, that book is checked out. Anyway, I was texting, like I do almost all the time, when I noticed the signs that said PLEASE TURN OFF ALL CELLULAR PHONES. I didn't want to risk getting caught my the Asian lady, so I found a little chair in the back of the library and texted away. After I clicked "Send", I looked at the shelves to see what section I had come across. It was the short story aisle. I loove short stories. I found Joyce Carol Oate's selected short story book. I think it was called The Oxford Edition of American Short Stories, or something like that. Yeeees. So I sat down and read William Carlos William's "The Pimply-Faced Girl", and decided that I should check it out.
So I went home and read the Introduction in bed, where I decided that I'd read everything in chronological order. The anthology started with Rip Van Winkle, which is possibly the scariest story ever written. Washington Irving was such a freak! He was like the Quaker Oats Guy on LSD or something. But I liked it, anyway. I'm going to like figuring out which is better; the eighteenth and nineteenth century lit, or the latter years. Chances are, I'll probably like the older stuff better.
Because it's sweltering, I just remembered that I actually know someone who doesn't believe in global warming. ????? This is definitely proof that it exists. This morning, it was COOLER IN FLORIDA. NEW JERSEY WAS HOTTER THAN FLORIDA THIS MORNING. That is so very very wrong.
I made a promise that this summer I would read more books than any other summer in the history of myself. So far, it hasn't been going so well. I can't find any books I want to read. Also, I managed to become a stereotypical girl and spend all my money on clothes at Forever 21. But the dresses are only $25!! However, I did find a book at the library yesterday. I was mad that they didn't have any Carter Family CDs, and I was even angrier that "Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim" was taken out. Seriously, someone is just NOT returning that book back. Each time I go, that book is checked out. Anyway, I was texting, like I do almost all the time, when I noticed the signs that said PLEASE TURN OFF ALL CELLULAR PHONES. I didn't want to risk getting caught my the Asian lady, so I found a little chair in the back of the library and texted away. After I clicked "Send", I looked at the shelves to see what section I had come across. It was the short story aisle. I loove short stories. I found Joyce Carol Oate's selected short story book. I think it was called The Oxford Edition of American Short Stories, or something like that. Yeeees. So I sat down and read William Carlos William's "The Pimply-Faced Girl", and decided that I should check it out.
So I went home and read the Introduction in bed, where I decided that I'd read everything in chronological order. The anthology started with Rip Van Winkle, which is possibly the scariest story ever written. Washington Irving was such a freak! He was like the Quaker Oats Guy on LSD or something. But I liked it, anyway. I'm going to like figuring out which is better; the eighteenth and nineteenth century lit, or the latter years. Chances are, I'll probably like the older stuff better.
Because it's sweltering, I just remembered that I actually know someone who doesn't believe in global warming. ????? This is definitely proof that it exists. This morning, it was COOLER IN FLORIDA. NEW JERSEY WAS HOTTER THAN FLORIDA THIS MORNING. That is so very very wrong.
Long Time, No See
I think that Scotland is the most beautiful place in the world and I had so much fun there, and everyone's seen the pictures blah blah blah. Really, though, Scotland is the hippest place. Ever. No questions asked. I miss it already, and I have dreams about it almost every other night. Then of course I also dream that I'm Michael J. Fox and Captain Hook (aka Keith Richards) is after my stool. But these dreams are very heartbreaking because it's one thing to miss Scotland and stuff, but to be in NJ in the middle of a heatwave while missing it sucks even more. I've become such an emotional Celtic trainwreck whenever I see pictures of Scotland. I can hardly listen to Belle and Sebastian anymore. Neither can I watch any movie starring Sean Connery. Ever. Ever. Again.
Until I live in Scotland ;-). I didn't want to leave AT ALL. I'm sorry, everybody, but I wasn't homesick. There was still so much to do!!! I think next time I go back I'm going to the Islands, and of course Glasgow, where my family is from.
Until I live in Scotland ;-). I didn't want to leave AT ALL. I'm sorry, everybody, but I wasn't homesick. There was still so much to do!!! I think next time I go back I'm going to the Islands, and of course Glasgow, where my family is from.
This Is Just a Test
My computer has been working horribly, so hopefully this will go through and I'll be able to tell if I can post today.
Monday, July 17, 2006
We Won, We Won!
Well, I was in Europe to watch the World Cup, and I was screaming with the rest of the Italians in Edinburgh, but Zidane stole the show! Nice work!
Scotland is. So beautiful. Words don't describe how much I wish I were still there, buying those cute flat shoes and walking in Glencoe and eating steak pies.
The weirdest transition is going to sixty degree weather to NJ, where we're having a horrible heat wave.
I was watching TLC's "Baby Story" today. It was a marathon. Who would want to watch more than one episode of women giving birth? It was painful. Anyway, I don't understand what makes couples want to go on that show. So stupid.
But the babies are cuuute!
Scotland is. So beautiful. Words don't describe how much I wish I were still there, buying those cute flat shoes and walking in Glencoe and eating steak pies.
The weirdest transition is going to sixty degree weather to NJ, where we're having a horrible heat wave.
I was watching TLC's "Baby Story" today. It was a marathon. Who would want to watch more than one episode of women giving birth? It was painful. Anyway, I don't understand what makes couples want to go on that show. So stupid.
But the babies are cuuute!
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
ITALY!!
We won! We won! We won!
In your face, Germany!!
I'm happy. I was about to fall asleep, literally. And then miracles happened, Italy 2-0.
***
Ok, so I just packed my whole suitcase. My suitcase is like a bottomless pit; I was so happy that I could fit everything in it. I am soo ready to go. Tomorrow we're visiting Grandpa around 10, and then I'll come home and watch more of the Twilight Zone if it's still on and some of the World Cup before it's time to leave. And then my adventure begins.
***
Oh, and there's no way I'm eating haggis. In some pictures you think, Oh that looks like a nice loaf of bread. Or, that looks like a mutant potato. But no. Sheep stomach and oatmeal.
In your face, Germany!!
I'm happy. I was about to fall asleep, literally. And then miracles happened, Italy 2-0.
***
Ok, so I just packed my whole suitcase. My suitcase is like a bottomless pit; I was so happy that I could fit everything in it. I am soo ready to go. Tomorrow we're visiting Grandpa around 10, and then I'll come home and watch more of the Twilight Zone if it's still on and some of the World Cup before it's time to leave. And then my adventure begins.
***
Oh, and there's no way I'm eating haggis. In some pictures you think, Oh that looks like a nice loaf of bread. Or, that looks like a mutant potato. But no. Sheep stomach and oatmeal.
Don't Think Twice, Bob
I suppose I could write in my blog while I'm at Scotland, but to tell the truth, I highly doubt I will. I'm going to be having too much fun, and I'm too paranoid to use Internet Cafe's computers and stuff. I'll be checking mail, but you may not see some updates here for a while. So I'm going to be writing lots now to make up for it.
When I was packing I realized I wear mainly dark blue, black, and brown. So I threw in a funky lime green shirt. IDK. I've got all my jewelry (SP?), all my makeup, all my shirts ready. I need to pack sweaters and jeans now. Mom and I were trying to decide what to wear on the plane. I'm going to bring my Yankee PJs to change into when it's time to sleep. They'd better not to be showing a good movie on the flight. If it's like something with Joaquin Phoenix, George Clooney, Keanu Reeves, and Robert Downey Jr. then there's no way I could sleep. lol. Hopefully it'll be some crap like Aquamarine.
The Twilight Zone Marathon has been the highlight of the week. Last night we watched some classics, like the one with the gremlin on the airplane's wing. That was pretty freaky, but it was laughable too. However, The Twilight Zone still scares the hell out of me. I was screaming. ::is slightly retarded::
I've been debating whether or not to bring my Ipod. I know it's just going to cause me a lot of stress. I always misplace it, and I'm going to be so paranoid over losing it. How will I live without Bob Dylan though? Or The Smiths? My fav. Belle and Sebastian album isn't on my Ipod, thankfully. It's Push Barman to Open Old Wounds. Instead, I have it in rotation in my head. I loooove Slow Graffiti. Oh, Lord. SO maybe it's alright if I leave my Ipod at home. It'd just run out of batteries anyway. (If you're reading this and thinking about buying one, just don't. Ipods die every two minutes).
Well, I might post later but for now this is it. I'm going to watch the World Cup and get some more stuff together.
When I was packing I realized I wear mainly dark blue, black, and brown. So I threw in a funky lime green shirt. IDK. I've got all my jewelry (SP?), all my makeup, all my shirts ready. I need to pack sweaters and jeans now. Mom and I were trying to decide what to wear on the plane. I'm going to bring my Yankee PJs to change into when it's time to sleep. They'd better not to be showing a good movie on the flight. If it's like something with Joaquin Phoenix, George Clooney, Keanu Reeves, and Robert Downey Jr. then there's no way I could sleep. lol. Hopefully it'll be some crap like Aquamarine.
The Twilight Zone Marathon has been the highlight of the week. Last night we watched some classics, like the one with the gremlin on the airplane's wing. That was pretty freaky, but it was laughable too. However, The Twilight Zone still scares the hell out of me. I was screaming. ::is slightly retarded::
I've been debating whether or not to bring my Ipod. I know it's just going to cause me a lot of stress. I always misplace it, and I'm going to be so paranoid over losing it. How will I live without Bob Dylan though? Or The Smiths? My fav. Belle and Sebastian album isn't on my Ipod, thankfully. It's Push Barman to Open Old Wounds. Instead, I have it in rotation in my head. I loooove Slow Graffiti. Oh, Lord. SO maybe it's alright if I leave my Ipod at home. It'd just run out of batteries anyway. (If you're reading this and thinking about buying one, just don't. Ipods die every two minutes).
Well, I might post later but for now this is it. I'm going to watch the World Cup and get some more stuff together.
World Cup Musings
Happy Fourth of July, everyone.
I completely forgot about the fourth of July until last night when there were fireworks and firecrackers keeping me up into the wee hours of the morn'. However, this is good because if I can't sleep tonight I'll sleep lots on the plane tomorrow night. Then I won't be so exhausted in Edinburgh.
I'm really excited for this trip, but it feels unreal. Right now I'm going to post this and then watch the World Cup on ESPN. Germany vs. Italy, Portugal vs. France. I really want Italy to win for obvious reasons, but I'd be happy if Portugal won too. Really, if anyone beats the French, I'm fine. I'm not one of those Americans who say "freedom fries"; I'm kind of the opposite. I love French movies!! And I like Les Miserables. You know, I'm down with France. I actually want to go to Paris and Marseilles one day. It's just that I don't like the French football team too much. They look whiny. Plus, Portugal's shoes are banana yellow, and thus cooler than the French's.
I completely forgot about the fourth of July until last night when there were fireworks and firecrackers keeping me up into the wee hours of the morn'. However, this is good because if I can't sleep tonight I'll sleep lots on the plane tomorrow night. Then I won't be so exhausted in Edinburgh.
I'm really excited for this trip, but it feels unreal. Right now I'm going to post this and then watch the World Cup on ESPN. Germany vs. Italy, Portugal vs. France. I really want Italy to win for obvious reasons, but I'd be happy if Portugal won too. Really, if anyone beats the French, I'm fine. I'm not one of those Americans who say "freedom fries"; I'm kind of the opposite. I love French movies!! And I like Les Miserables. You know, I'm down with France. I actually want to go to Paris and Marseilles one day. It's just that I don't like the French football team too much. They look whiny. Plus, Portugal's shoes are banana yellow, and thus cooler than the French's.
Sunday, July 02, 2006
Title
Well, I asked Kimya Dawson if "Eggshells" was her, and it's not!! Ahh! For a while we totally thought it was the Moldy Peaches. But it's not, so I guess it's probably just these kids in a basement who thought it was clever to put their song online and say it was by The Dead.
It's a bittersweet symphony, this life.
It's a bittersweet symphony, this life.
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