So last night Ri, CM, Andy and I went to see Juliette Lewis's band The Licks at Union South. The little bit of the show that I actually got to pay attention wasn't half bad. The other half that I wasn't paying attention was committed to trying to save my own life from the moshers in front of me. I am getting to old to go to shows like that, and I am only 22 years old!!! Anyway, Juliette was very hardcore (and that is not being sarcastic). She totally knew how to rock it out without trying (or shall I say not trying too hard?).
The opening band was called, Faithful Promise which is a local band. I don't really know how old they were but they looked like babies. Their band was good, I wasn't blown away but pleasantly surprised. The lead singer has a killer "rock scream" as I like to call it. Rianna turned to me while they were playing and said, "Who do you think is the cutest?" I found this question a little disturbing since they looked like they were still in high school. I turned to her and said, "the bassist."
During the show we ran in to this guy we use to hang around with and he invited us to his birthday party afterward. At the party we started it off with a bang...discussing American Gladiators and watching a little Double Dare 2000. It is fun to make fun of children that can't answer simple questions.
4/24/2005
JEM is truly truly truly outrageous
Congradulations you are Kimber!
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I know this is a week late, but I am still going to vent
Arrested Development just had its season finale last week, and a high chance of it being it's series finale. Why oh why must people not watch this genius show? Did they never get around to watching it? Did they watch it and decide that is really wasn't that funny (which I think would be really rare)? Is it on a bad time slot? If the show does get cancelled, my only hope is that a cable network decides to pick it up, preferably not HBO or Showtime or any other network that I don't have access to. Come on, who doesn't like a little incest humor?
4/21/2005
Further transcending into nerdhood
I have never had allergies, never ever in my entire life. Now all of a sudden I allergies. It started with the introduction of Iggy into our apartment. Cats never used to make my nose run or eyes itch but this cat gets to me. If I pick him up and pet him, my nose starts to run like a faucet, I sneeze and my eyes are irritated. Normally I am better if I am away at class, but today my nose was still running and eyes were itchy. Apparently there was a high pollen count today and CM, my roomate, tells me that she thinks the two are related. Why am I now becoming sensitive to all these allergons? I am becoming one of those nerds that is allergic to everything. Next thing you know I won't be able to eat peanuts.
4/19/2005
You remember Hollie right? She's your other daughter...
Ok Blog readers...maybe you can tell me if this is rude or not.
My dear sister tends to talk to our mother more than I do, mostly because I am a bad person who never keeps in touch when I am away and partly because I am a bad daughter. Rianna likes to inform my mother of my news, even though I would like to be the first person to tell her. Here is the most recent example.
I applied for Teach For America. Today I got the letter telling me if I was accepted or not. Rianna was home when the mail came, and I was not. She called me to let me know it was in and wanted to know if I wanted her to open it and read the response. I said ok because I figured I knew the answer. She opened it, read the REJECTION (not a shocker to me at all), we said our goodbyes and hung up. When I got home later that day Rianna informed me that she told our mother already. I didn't really say anything to her just gave her a look and she responded "I figured if you wanted me to open it you would want me to tell her....She was on-line!!!" I then asked her if she was hypothetically the first person to find out I was engaged, would she ruin it for me and call mom and tell her. She said yes in a jokingly manner but I knew she would.
So was it right of her to tell our mother before I had the chance to or am I, as Freud would say, subconsciously projecting my anger at TFA towards my sister?
My dear sister tends to talk to our mother more than I do, mostly because I am a bad person who never keeps in touch when I am away and partly because I am a bad daughter. Rianna likes to inform my mother of my news, even though I would like to be the first person to tell her. Here is the most recent example.
I applied for Teach For America. Today I got the letter telling me if I was accepted or not. Rianna was home when the mail came, and I was not. She called me to let me know it was in and wanted to know if I wanted her to open it and read the response. I said ok because I figured I knew the answer. She opened it, read the REJECTION (not a shocker to me at all), we said our goodbyes and hung up. When I got home later that day Rianna informed me that she told our mother already. I didn't really say anything to her just gave her a look and she responded "I figured if you wanted me to open it you would want me to tell her....She was on-line!!!" I then asked her if she was hypothetically the first person to find out I was engaged, would she ruin it for me and call mom and tell her. She said yes in a jokingly manner but I knew she would.
So was it right of her to tell our mother before I had the chance to or am I, as Freud would say, subconsciously projecting my anger at TFA towards my sister?
4/18/2005
I enjoy drinking Kool-aid out of the Guinness glass that Rianna stole from a bar when she was drunk
Don't you just love titles that have nothing to do with the content of my blog?
I hate writing papers at this time of night. I am such a procrastinator. However, I have found that if I try to do any writing, blog-wise of academic-wise, in the afternoon or morning I consistently draw a blank. It is complete writer's block. When I write at night, I become a sudden genius. Perhaps its just my exhaustion that distorts my perceptions. Its like beer goggles, except with no alcohol (just sleep deprivation) or ugly boys (just a badly written paper).
My sister has recently got a new cat by the name of IGGY. Capitalization is not necessary, but I thought I should emphasize his name because it is awesome. He, on the other hand, is not so awesome. His 3 month stay at the Humane Society has left him with separation issues. Iggy is very demanding for attention, and if you allow him to sleep on your bed, he will lay on top of you as opposed to next to you. He prefers to sleep on my neck. Apparently he also has throat irregularities, so when he meows, he sounds like Gizmo.
My sister's best friend, Shikara, just had baby number 3, Layla Elizabeth (Baby number 2, Autumn picked it out). Shikara is only 22 years old, but get this...she had her first child at the age of 16, finished high school early, got her associate's degree in accounting, is working on her bachelor's degree with a double major in accounting and marketing (currently just a few credits shy from graduating) and was able to get a job working as an account making good money, all while raising her kids and not shoveling off responsibilities to relatives and has been with the same guy for 7 years. She is so super motivated and should be a role model for all teen mothers to show that it is possible to get an education and still be a mother.
I hate writing papers at this time of night. I am such a procrastinator. However, I have found that if I try to do any writing, blog-wise of academic-wise, in the afternoon or morning I consistently draw a blank. It is complete writer's block. When I write at night, I become a sudden genius. Perhaps its just my exhaustion that distorts my perceptions. Its like beer goggles, except with no alcohol (just sleep deprivation) or ugly boys (just a badly written paper).
My sister has recently got a new cat by the name of IGGY. Capitalization is not necessary, but I thought I should emphasize his name because it is awesome. He, on the other hand, is not so awesome. His 3 month stay at the Humane Society has left him with separation issues. Iggy is very demanding for attention, and if you allow him to sleep on your bed, he will lay on top of you as opposed to next to you. He prefers to sleep on my neck. Apparently he also has throat irregularities, so when he meows, he sounds like Gizmo.
My sister's best friend, Shikara, just had baby number 3, Layla Elizabeth (Baby number 2, Autumn picked it out). Shikara is only 22 years old, but get this...she had her first child at the age of 16, finished high school early, got her associate's degree in accounting, is working on her bachelor's degree with a double major in accounting and marketing (currently just a few credits shy from graduating) and was able to get a job working as an account making good money, all while raising her kids and not shoveling off responsibilities to relatives and has been with the same guy for 7 years. She is so super motivated and should be a role model for all teen mothers to show that it is possible to get an education and still be a mother.
4/08/2005
The weirdest compliment I ever got
Did that ever happen to you...someone complimented you on an attribute (whether it be physical or personality-wise) that no one even pointed out on you before or that you have noticed before but never thought of as nice? One time someone pointed out a dimple I have that is below my right eye when I smile and laugh. I always thought it was funny looking, but apparently someone thought it was cute (even my sister pointed it out as being more defined that she remembered). The weirdest compliment, along these lines, is when a friend of mine told me I had nice ankles. Not that they seemed strong or anything. She just thought they were pretty. Now, I must say...never in my entire life would I have thought that ankles could be pretty. To me that would be telling someone they had beautiful knuckles. It just doesn't make sense.
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