Tuesday, May 31, 2005
I had certainly hoped to be more on top of my "softy-ing", but alas... I'm a slacker to the end. This month's theme was May Flowers. My critter was inspired by some other critters I have seen around the web, but unlike my elephant, I made this pattern all by myself! Hooray! She's mostly felt, with the most colorful, fun, floral "skirt". I like the contrasting color stiches... though I'm not sure how well they show up in the pictures.
Speaking of pictures, here are some larger one. Front. Other front. Back.
i was a fool in april
now its the end of may
from here on out i'll keep a tighter lid on the stale things i say
its not me you want its not me you need
its not me you hear its not me you see
-Julia Darling, Drunken Liar
Well, well, well. What a month. Beyond the first two painfully obvious lines, those lyrics aren't especially meaningful to me right now, but I started the month out with the first verse, and Julia's timing was just so good, I thought I'd do her the honor one more time.
Here's to many more weird months and a few less foolish ones.
Sunday, May 29, 2005
Hooray for mini-road trips that don't quite work out as planned. I had so much fun last night! Things I learned ot taught others:
It takes me almost an hour to eat 12 wings (when I'm playing trivia at least).
My wing eating, trivia playing strategy can get me inside the top 50 in the nation.
I totally know where Nepal is! No, really! I know you don't believe me, but it's totally true!
There is an important difference between Ryan Girls and Seth Girls.
Someimes I think people lie about owning certain movies to impress me.
Sometimes people should lie about not owning certain movies because... wow. Not cool!
You should always have lots of ice cubes on hand. That's just common sense!
Two hours of disrupted sleep are not enough to survive.
I'm actually sure that could have been way wittier and more inclusive, but frankly I still haven't gotten enough sleep and I'm pretty much useless right now. I just felt the need to post.
Saturday, May 28, 2005
PLEASE let this actually happen. In other animated news: Madagascar... is not good. I suppose if you are of subpar intelligence, need obvious jokes spelled out for you, are opposed to subtlety, don't mind suspect animation, and really really liked shrek... then perhaps you wouldn't hate it. It was by no means the worst movie I've ever seen... but it was... not good.
Friday, May 27, 2005
Girls Night pictures here. Very 'revealing'.
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
Seriously, anyone have a job they'd like to give me?This broke thing is NOT working out for me. It has seriously effected my margarita consumption, and that is unacceptable. And starting next month, I can drink $15 fewer margaritas as I am going to have to start paying my web host again. That was a terrific, if too short, free year of webby goodness.
If anyone's looking for a good web host, check out liquidweb. They are much better than the other scums I've dealt with. And they are local. I like knowing exactly where my stuff is.
Hmmm... let's see how I can segway to a fourth completely random topic... Oh! I REALLLLLY want some new shoes. It's been too long since I could aford some. I realize now I have an addiction. But I'm watching American Idol, and Nadia and Mikaela both had these fabulous HIGH, black, stiletos with an ankle strap, and they were so rock 'n' roll and I need them. Because we all know how rock 'n' roll I am.
And I think I'm kind of rooting for Carrie, though I don't really give a crap this season.
Was that all random enough for you?
Monday, May 23, 2005
Once I had a dream that my best friend broke up with me. And we weren't even dating. He broke up our friendship. It was just as sad. But funny. I mean, who breaks up a friendship? It wasn't even like we had been fighting or not getting along, he just got bored of me, I think. And the things he said in the dream were common break up phrases. So funny. We joke about it all the time.You know something is over when he asks for his stuff back while handing you the book he borrowed. It's just such the cliche symbol of the end. The final stuff trade. Once you have all your stuff back, there's no need to even play nice around eachother. So this weekend when I found myself being asked by a friend for his book while being handed my own, I couldn't help but make the connection. And under normal circumstances I might've been pretty upset, but after having that dream a few years ago... all I could really do is laugh. It was appropriately symbolic for what seems to be going on these days, but the truth is, I'm not that concerned.
If you have faith in the big picture it's easy to let things like that slide.
And for all you good girls and boys:
Here:
About 20 more pics from the 10 year reunion
Here:
Dec. 18 trip to Moriarty's
Bath & Body Works Holiday Dinner
Gingerbread House making with the fam
Christmas Eve at Dad's
Girl G's visit
Ludington Gang Holiday Party
New Year's Eve at Bdubs
Here:
More Europe pics added. (Beer as big as my head! Pretzel as big as my...)
And that has me about all caught up. Maybe some random pics here and there.
Sunday, May 22, 2005
So, I survived 24 hours of zoo-ey goodness. Here's a re-cap: The girl scout sleepover was fun and exciting as always. The girl I was working with hadn't done one, but Dennis assured her we'd be alright because, "Stephanie's done one". It went very smoothly, though I had a heck of a time falling asleep. I did have some unexpected company when I received a drunken phone call frm Mt. Pleasant around 2:30am. I don't know why Brian from Iowa has such an aversion to drunk-dials, because I find them nothing if not hilarious and entertaining. If nothing else, they bring out the storyteller in folks who are convinced they don't have it in 'em. ("It's Cheddar!")
The following day of armadillo wrangling at the East Lansing Art Festival was even more fun. I got a visit from the Fox/Perez/Murphy clan and also ran into the I-5 gang, Holly Danger, and an old friend from high school. I mostly handled my regular critters, but had a blast getting more experience with my favorite 'dillo and also holding the boa, who had been unhandleable until this week. That is one strong fellow! Ooooo! Also, I got to drive the zoo van. Hooray! That's about it for stories from the land of animals for now, but I'll be seeing plenty more of them this week!
Saturday, May 21, 2005
"This is it, Joel. It'll all be gone soon. What do we do?""Enjoy it."
I don't want eternal sunshine. Even bliss can be boring. But for the record, I enjoyed it.
(ok, so i'm disappointed wine night was postponed... but hooray for catching up with old friends in my movie collection.)
Thursday, May 19, 2005
A brief and probably not all-inclusive list of movies that I am/have been thoroughly geeked about, demonstrating that Hollywood chose the year 2005 to express its undying love for me:Sin City
Fever Pitch
Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
SW Epidode III
War of the Worlds
Harry Potter & the Goblet of Fire
Chicken Little
The Chronicles of Narnia
Fantastic 4
Charlie & the Chocolate Factory
The Corpse Bride
Batman Begins
I feel like that paints a somewhat random and geeky picture of who I am... but who's going to argue that I'm not random and geeky?
Also, the newest edition to the list, a movie I only heard about last night at the SW premiere, and perhaps the most promising of them all: The Island. It looks like it has the potential to be everything I could ask for in a movie, including the old-school sci-fi logan's-run-esque plot.
July 22 cannot get here soon enough. Though I have a few upcoming flicks to get me by until then.
Learn to let go of that which I am afraid to lose, I must.
Sometimes the force makes things so easy for me.
But on an actually movie-related note:
Usually movie theaters stagger films enough that you never really see the ENTIRE building dump simultaneously. WOW. More people than should EVER be leaving the theater parking lot at one time, let alone that time being 3am. Jedis, Storm Troopers, Siths, etc. freely roamed among the civilians and Darth Vader in full regalia was sitting in the row behind us. (sorry, g. no pictures.) I mean, yes... they're geeks, but I always complain that halloween is but once a year. I LOVE to dress up. And Andy wouldn't even let me take my towel into Hitchhiker. *sigh* Also, the place looked like an effing circus when the lights went out. Glowing light sabers as far as the eye could see.
Ok, I know that had nothing to do with the movie... but perhaps the experience. It was good times. and exciting. It was like, the culmination of an event that had been taking place MY ENTIRE LIFE. I mean... when the Star Wars logo hit the screen to that DA DA dadada DA DA dadada DA DA dadadada.... I felt it. And I don't even consider myself a fan!
As for the movie itself, well just go see it, for crying out loud.
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Random things:There's is almost nothing cuter than a baby tiger.
A baby burro may actually be one of those things.
When presented with an ostrich egg out of context, 9 out of 10 kids (who am
I kidding, even adults) will enthusiasticly identify it as a rhino egg. And it makes me laugh out loud every damn time.
I have managed to jack up my back pretty nicely. It generally hurts when I breath. And when I stand up. And when I move. It might help if someone cracked my back. Sadly, I'm afraid about no one ever manages it. *sigh*
I got about... let's see, NO sleep last night.
My magical download is still only 34.7% complete.
The 1981 BBC Hitchhiker's Guide is really good and I'm glad I accidently never returned it to Blockbuster. I do appologize to anyone who now has to look a little harder if they want to rent/borrow/watch/steal it.
I have to work this evening even though I asked for it off about a month ago. But after work I get to get my Star Wars on, so it's all good.
I think that's about all the random I have right now.
"and you're not wrong; we're just arguing based on different definitions."
-Brian (of Iowa)
I knew there was a reason I liked that kid. You all know how unlikely it is that I'll concede anything ever, so you'll be happy to know that he puts me in my place on an extremely regular basis. But it makes me smile that after a several hour debate spanning multiple days, this is what he sends me off to bed with.
Now who's up for a Top 10 Best Horror Movies Ever marathon?
In other news, someone else is vying for a top spot on my favorite people list. We'll see tomorrow when this darn download finishes. Til then I'm all sweaty just thinking about it. (That was such a jessism)
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
Well it’s all in your mindIt’s all in your mind
Well it’s all in your mind
And I wanted to be
I wanted to be
Wanted to be your good friend
-Beck, All in your Mind
I'm sorry guys, but when something is running through my head all day long, sometimes the only way to get it out it to tell it to you. Sometimes it's a nonsensical rant, sometimes it's Beck lyrics.
In only somewhat related news, I've been getting pics ready to go online for DAYS, and have you ever noticed that you never have pictures of fighting, and bickering, and crying, and sulking? Ok, that last one isn't true. g has a spectacular pic of me sulking, and at least one of me glaring. But the point is... looking at all these pictures, it's like we all love eachother all the time. You all love me and I love you. So I've had a nice couple of days with the pictures. And look forward to taking more soon.
NEW! Spring 2005:
Andy gets drunk
PPZ Docent Graduation
Night out with Andy and the Dreamgirls
More drinks with Drink Girl
Night out with Drink Girl
Hungover Super Bowl "Party"
Coming soon: More fun and excitement from last fall!
About damn time.
Prom pictures can be found here (scroll down a little). They are so wonderful! We all look so very charming. And g, I only stole a couple from you, so shut it.
I'm hoping to actually print a few of these out. We'll see how that goes.
Monday, May 16, 2005
"Yes! Awful makes for good times."-Jess
Man, that explains a hell of a lot.
Three strikes; You're out.
I'm more patient than people give me credit for, and I do believe that good things come to those who wait. However, I'm not willing to be made a fool of. I thought I would regret never giving this a chance, but I'm at a point where I'm afraid I'll regret trying too hard, and missing opportunities because I can't see beyond this bubble. And I still think it'll be ok. I still think good things will come. I've just changed my perspective on what is good.
Third time's the charm.
I was afraid I might get my own third strike last night, but fortunately that was not the case. I'm not sure I ever mentioned any of this here before. A month ago, Mensa Boy was nice enough to invite me to see Howie Day in Indianapolis. He was very excited about it, as was I. I have grown rather fond of Howie and Indianapolis alike. Unfortunately due to a family tragedy, Howie's show was postponed, and we weren't able to go when it was rescheduled. Strike one of my show-going experiences with MB. A couple weeks later he had tickets to see Michael Tolcher, Gavin Degraw, and most especially, Jem. Once again, I was invited and this time the show did go on. And it was a pretty fantastic show, except that Jem... was not there. It was a really good time, but she was pretty much the entire reason MB got tickets, and he was pretty disappointed. Strike two. So last week when he asked if I wanted to see Keri Noble, a favorite of his, in Ann Arbor, I was pretty sure my presence was going to curse the show. But it didn't. The third time was most definitely the charm. Keri puts on an incredible live show. She played a lot of stuff I had become familiar with in the brief time I've had her music, but she also played a lot of new stuff which I am anxious to hear again. Anyway, a good time was had by all, and I'm glad to have broken my curse of the missing performer.
Sunday, May 15, 2005
When the lights went out and it got so still, I looked to the sky, because what else can you do? And the clouds cleared almost immediately. And the stars winked with the wisdom of forever and infinity. And then it happened, just like that. The dark night sky lit up. The northern lights crawled across the sky, pulsating, growing, shrinking, mesmerizing. I shared their company as long as the cold, now-cloudless night would let me. And they told me what I needed to know. Which was what I knew all along.
Saturday, May 14, 2005
when you try your best, but you don't succeedwhen you get what you want, but not what you need
when you feel so tired, but you cant sleep
stuck in reverse
10 years from now I'll look back on this point in my life and laugh at the way things turned out like I never expected. I'll laugh at the way I bet it all on the losing pony, and came out worse for the wear. Or I'll laugh at everyone else for not believing the way I did, and how I showed everyone what a little preseverance can achieve. Or I'll laugh at myself because I'll still be living in my mother's basement. Or I'll laugh because I have become a millionaire and she is living in mine. Either way... no matter what a failure I feel like now, and no matter how much better or worse it gets. I'll laugh. How can you not?
and the tears come streaming down your face
when you lose somethin you cant replace
when you love someone but it goes to waste
could it be worse?
Unrequited. The story of my life. But these are the choices *I* make. I can't make anyone love me. All I can do is be me, and start to open my eyes... not to the people I hope will appreciate me, but to the people who do. Because they exist. I can't say I don't hope there are a few people who feel really stupid someday... and they will. And maybe it won't be too late. But maybe it will. And I'm sorry.
when high up above or down below
when you're too in love to let it go
and if you never try you'll never know
just what you're worth
Knowing when to quit has never been my strong suit. But then again neither has taking a chance. But I'm getting better. Now I just have to learn that it's called risk for a reason. I lay my cards on the table... and that alone feels like victory. Until I realize that maybe the person on the other side of the table was bluffing all along. It's so hard to let go. I'm so tangled up in this. But maybe it's not that he doesn't see what I'm worth. Maybe I'm worth more to him as a friend, or support system, or something altogether different right now. And that can be worth a lot. So I'm rearranging some priorities. Eliminating some grey areas. Trying to keep my eye on the big picture. If I can keep my eye on myself laughing in 10 years... it lets me laugh now.
and I will try to fix you
(much thanks to the stranger who sent an mp3 of fix you to me tonight!)
Friday, May 13, 2005
"If there's nothing wrong with me, maybe there is something wrong with the universe..."My new MO based on ST:TNG's Dr. Beverly Crusher. You go, girl.
I'm pretty disappointed right now.
I can't help but think I'm being made a fool of.
Thursday, May 12, 2005
Need. New. Coldplay. Cannot. Wait. Need. Now.And this is only partly due to practically ALL of "Fix You" being played on The OC tonight. NEED. NEEEEEEEED. NOW.
Also, I'm not going to apologize for my love of The OC, and I am going to tell you that tonight's Prom episode was so adorably, romantically, predictably, wonderfully cute that I almost can't even stand it. Who loves Seth Cohen? I love Seth Cohen. I'm in love with a fictional High Schooler. *sigh* It's true. I want what I can't have.
Also, if Seth and Zach had only been aware of my "Zen and the Art of Coin Flipping" they never would have wasted so much time where the didn't really want to be... but then again, Seth wouldn't have gotten to meet George Lucas, so.... It's a tough call. But needless to say, as soon as they decided to flip a coin, it was no mystery to me what would happen. A classic "flip" then "flop".
So, if anytime between now and June 6th an mp3 of "Fix You" magically appears in your posession, make sure it magically ends up in mine, eh? I'd settle for lyrics, but after nearly the whole song was on the show tonight, the kiddies will have at least partial lyrics up within minutes.
Hooray productivity!
Aside from running quite a few of someone else's errands today, I also managed to get some more pics (yes, both of andy's ass AND me in a cheerleading skirt) online. They can be found in the 2005 gallery (link below and to the right).
Also, I've been invited to see Keri Noble on Sunday, which I would quite like to do... though I think I may have been bad luck for Mensa Boy's concert going lately! Maybe the 3rd time will be the charm, eh? (also, we'll see how he reacts to jumping from a moderately unnoticable link on the right to a full on link in a post. take it easy on him, kids.)
Now I think I'm going to clean out my car for like half an hour. Maybe. I have this wicked headache just lingering. I think it's due to a lack of caffiene that just isn't natural for me, so rest assured I'm remedying that right now.
What else was I going to tell you? Oh! The San Diego Zoo and San Diego Wild Animal Park are apparently two seperate, but related entities. So we were all right. Isn't that nice? Also, men and women have the same number of ribs (true, false, and floating alike). I don't really try to be a know it all and call people out on stuff all the time. Unfortunately, the fact that sometimes I AM right doesn't really seem to help my cause. But now we have all learned something!
Two new sets of pics in the 2005 gallery. Also, Final Four road trip pics in the appropriate gallery. More to come. Many, many more.
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Today I got the following 2 instant messages from my favorite baby:" gvbhg v cg vbc vy ghyg h2"
&
"c?,"
She's an excellent typist. Fortunately her older sister is a much better conversationalist!
I had such a good evening yesterday. The Tuesday trip to Bdubs was combined with dinner with dad, and he did not disappoint. If only we had been quicker with our cameras!
Later in the evening I was able to catch up with someone with whom I was in serious need of spending some quality time. It did my soul good to be able to set aside some of the recent bickering and just hang out. Plus, good fun was had by all while exploring the Arts and Sciences.
Today I hope to further unload some of my accumulated and unnecessary material posessions. Also, maybe I'll put the least bit of effort into addressing my income situation (or lack thereof), because to quote insane Mariah Carey circa 2001, "I'm just desperately trying to get out of this room".
Also, the fourth largest island on the planet is Madagascar.
I am not a homie. I am a homette. And that is different.
This has been another addition of completely useless, uninteresting, and random information from yours truly. And mostly because I was getting bitched at for not having updated.
Sunday, May 08, 2005
I have way too much stuff. WAY too much. I'm trying to make a concerted effort to minimalize and simplify, but it's hard. For example. I have nearly 50 (FIFTY!!!) skanky little tank tops. Have any of you (ANYONE??) ever seen me wearing a skanky little tank top? Ok. Maybe a couple of you have, but that's only because tank tops are pretty much my pajama top of choice. But in day to day life, even in the summer, I rarely just wear a tank top. I have a few that are darling under a jacket, and a few more that look hot under a see-through-ish shirt, and a couple more I just wear while working out. Only a handful or less I would wear alone.
So, my point? I HAVE TOO MANY LITTLE TANK TOPS!!!! I went through them all one by one and was only able to weed out 2. (TWO!!!!) It's just they are all so cute. They all have so much potential. Even if I haven't worn them yet, I can't just get rid of them. I love them.
But they are taking up space. Which is holding me back.
And suddenly, the skanky little tank top has become a metaphor for so much in my life. Even I didn't see that coming.
So cute. Potential. Love.
Taking up space? Holding me back?
I swear to god, this mental leap was unscripted. It's the wine. It always is.
Saturday, May 07, 2005
Destination Stardom is the most depressing show on TV. It showcases a bunch of horribly mediocre (marginal, even) hacks who have no chance at ever winning a karaoke contest or a Hawaiian Tropic bikini pagent, let alone reaching anything that remotely resembles "stardom", all prancing around on a show with a production budget that must remotely resemble my bank account.It's sad really. Very Very sad.
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
The Daily Wysocki (from a month ago):Here's a great post-final four article that Wysocki sent me a long time ago but that I only just got around to reading. I know a few of you will appreciate it.
Why are girls so effing stupid? This isn't a rant about my observations of other girls, their cattiness, their idiocy, their blindness... because what I hate about them is only what I hate about myself.
I've been sitting here watching Uma & Juliette break their own hearts on a ridiculous movie set in the 80's. There was scene... Uma DRUNK in a bar, trying to get the attention of a guy who had screwed around with her then dissed her once or twice before. He ignored her but finally asked if she wanted to get laid later. She looked so hurt because she wanted so much more than that... but then she smiled it off and agreed. He said he'd find her when he was ready to leave. She kept trying to get his attention and talk to him. It was pathetic. It ended badly with pushing and screaming. Lovely.
It was like watching a horror movie. "No, Uma. Don't do it! Don't go outside and check out the noise!". But I can't even stop myself from being treated badly and begging for more. How could I stop her?
Obviously I'm not drunk and alone in a bar every night, nor am I one to tolerate a violent relationship or anything. But I still set myself up for disaster, all the while KNOWING it can only end badly... but hoping.
Needless to say I am pretty conflicted. I like to have faith that I pick the right things to believe in. But sometimes I have my moments... and wonder if I'm as dumb as people think I am.
Monday, May 02, 2005
de-effing-lightfulAlso, one should note that Kung Fu Hustle was infinitely more entertaining than I had expected. Having seen only one preview for it, I totally misinterpreted what I was getting myself into and was pleasantly surprised. I was expecting an american-ish spoofy kung fu comedy, but this was the real thing, baby. Chinese comedy is hilarious I don't think that consuming a margarita DURING the show effected my enjoyment much. I think it was just good.
Sunday, May 01, 2005
i was a fool in aprilnow it's the first of may
from here on out i'll keep a watchful eye
on the naughty games i play
it's not me you want it's not me you need
it's not me you hear it's not me you see
-Julia Darling, Drunken Liar
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