Home
God Loves All That Is Good [entries|friends|calendar]
oh comely

[ website | take me out ]
[ userinfo | livejournal userinfo ]
[ calendar | livejournal calendar ]

Democracy for...er...some [07 Sep 2004|04:17pm]
Something my sister sent me about the acts of disenfranchisement occurring in our wonderful country )
1 rag doll  dance you fuckers

We won't back down, no we won't shut our eyes and go to sleep [05 Sep 2004|10:33pm]
[ mood | tired ]
[ music | Tilly - The Ice Storm, Big Gust, and You ]

So I did mostly nothing today. Walked over to Smokes 4 Less, ate at ACDC, did some reading, and then, oh yeah, was on apple.com looking at trailers for two hours. I have come up with a fairly comprehensive list of movies I would like to see this fall/winter, but probably never will. )

I also watched the video for Tilly's "Reckless," which was simply adorable.

And, just a reminder, [info]mayzelle will soon be retired, so add [info]liquored_up.

10 rag dolls  dance you fuckers

[01 Sep 2004|12:08am]
[ mood | impressed ]
[ music | Interpol - Stella Was a Diver... ]

Everyone needs to read Cloud Atlas, by David Mitchell. I have just spent the past 24 hours or so digesting this book, and have decided that it is quite the most ridiculously and amazingly wonderful book I have ever read. Seriously. It's just incredible. I'm still in shock over it. Go. Read it. Now.

4 rag dolls  dance you fuckers

CMJ Music Marathon will rock your (or at least my) socks off [31 Aug 2004|01:39am]
[ mood | content ]
[ music | Hint Hint - Natural Collegiate ]

…AND YOU WILL KNOW US BY THE TRAIL OF DEAD
AN ALBATROSS
BEEP BEEP
BROKEN SPINDLES
THE FAINT
FOG
THE GOOD LIFE
MATES OF STATE
MURDER BY DEATH
Q AND NOT U
TV ON THE RADIO
THE VELVET TEEN
WE RAGAZZI
AND MORE!

Oh man, it's going to be so awesome. And it's the first weekend of my crazy October break--well, Wednesday to Saturday, but since I don't have any Friday classes, I'll be fine, as long as there's nothing good Wednesday night. Hopefully a lot of these bands will play together.

In other news, I finally have a schedule!
Monday and Wednesday: 12:00-1:15, American Lit. Origins to 1865--which will likely be awful, as I hate American literature, but the professor seemed cool, so maybe it'll be interesting; and 1:30-2:45, Western Religious Traditions--which is an intro. class and absolutely full of underclassmen (oh God, I'm an upperclassman--I feel so old!)
Tuesday and Thursday: 10:30-11:45, African American Lit--an early class, which I usually avoid, but Caitlin's in it so it should be okay; and 1:30-2:45, Comparative Political Economy--I don't know what to expect from this really, but I needed a Poli.Sci. course; and my ballet class from 4:35-5:50
I think I'll actually be pretty happy with it. For both of my MW classes we only have two papers due the whole semester--two! And none more than 7 pages. So even if the others are more work-heavy, I won't be overloaded. I'm so thankful I could cry.

dance you fuckers

touch your thighs I'm the lonely one... [29 Aug 2004|09:13am]
[ mood | hot ]
[ music | House of Jealous Lovers - The Rapture ]

Jesus fucking Christ it's hot out. It is totally killing me. I don't want to do anything.

But, I've got a fresh pack of smokes, and a huge cup of iced tea, so I'm ready to do the long-awaited (you know you've been waiting) "Back at Vassar" post.

First, actually, let me tell you about my last couple of days at home. More specifically, the last night, which was by far the most pathetic thing that has ever happened to me. It all started when the Waldenbooks movie night being held in my honor was cancelled, and Rory and I decided to go to the Festa. The Festa Italiana is a little carnival that has been held in my former church's parking lot since time immemorial--there are crappy rides, lots of Italian food, and trashy Lynn residents. Nostalgia may be coloring my memory, but I always look forward to the Festa, and this year promised to be almost good, as they had three real rides--the Scrambler, the Round-up, and a spinning, car-rocking thing--instead of the usual one. Elise and her boyfriend, Tyler (no, I am not kidding--her boyfriend), were supposed to come, but they bailed because Tyler wanted to play the drums. That was clearly just an excuse, but I don't blame them, since Rory and I are the only people who truly understand the draw of the Festa. Of course it sucks. That's the point. The joy is in the disappointment.

Anyway, they dropped me off at Rory's and we walked down. We bought twelve tickets, planning to ride each of the three once, and started on the random spinning one, to go, theoretically, from worst to best. Except that when we got off, we both discovered we felt incredibly ill. We sat down for a bit, to rest our stomachs, and after about 10 minutes realized that the possiblity of us vomiting all over ourselves was very high were we to go on the other rides. So we sold our tickets to a family, walked home, and watched Comedy Central while I tried unsuccessfully to get in touch with Elise. My aunt drove me home at about 11, I went to bed, and that was the end of that. My aunt, upon hearing the story, said, "That's really embarrassing--you shouldn't tell people."

But as I like to revel in my patheticness, I am spreading the story far and wide. I will also add that the previous night I had accidentally flushed my favorite ring down the toilet at a cafe in Boston. Quite the send-off, no?

But now I'm here, and oh, how good it is to be back, even if it is 90 degrees with 100% humidity. My room is pretty big, long and narrow like last year's, but I like it. My closet is absolutely enormous--I swear, it's at least 4 x 4, and since I have about 12 items I usually hang up, quite unnecessary. I still haven't unpacked my clothes, because I'm debating whether or not I want to put my dresser in there--I need to do something with it. To be honest, I really haven't unpacked anything, because I don't have any shevles or anything for my books and assorted crap. Ah well. It'll get done eventually.

I also need to find classes, as at the moment I'm only registered for two, both half-credits, and one of which I'm going to have to drop, as it ends 10 minutes before my ballet class, which is in the middle of nowhere. I've been emailing professors all day, but none have replied yet, so for tomorrow I don't actually have any classes to attend. And as awesome as that is, it's really more problematic, in the long run.

Oh, and just to add to Stephanie's Week of Shame and Embarrassment, I locked myself out of my room last night and had to trek halfway across campus to get a key. (Which, I now remember, I still haven't returned.) After such an ordeal, I was too fagged to go out, so I sat in bed reading the new David Mitchell (incredible, if anyone cares) until 3 in the morning. Today I got up at about 1:00, made a half-hearted attempt to decorate my door and put posters up, went to ACDC for the first time, and bought my first pack of deli cigarettes of the year. And that, as they say, is that. I am officially the lamest person on the planet.

Edit: Also, I will shortlly be moving to [info]liquored_up. [info]mayzelle is tired.

dance you fuckers

I just want to hear myself scream [19 Aug 2004|12:25am]
[ mood | anxious ]
[ music | We Ragazzi - Soft Screams ]

Courtesy of Pitchforkmedia... )

I have only four more days of work at H&M. What's this I'm doing? Why, it's my dance of joy! No, but in all honestly, I liked working there, and the $400 paychecks every two weeks were pretty nice, and most of the people were awesome, but I will be so fucking happy to never have to set foot in that store again. At least until Christmas. But then only with certain restrictions--i.e. not more that 3 days a week, and absolutely no closing shifts. I'm not doing midnight closings in the fucking snow. No way.

And I go back to school in 10 days. 10 days. Jesus Christ. Where did the summer go? I still haven't been to the beach, or Six Flags. I've hardly had any seafood, and only one ice cream cone.
I've just been working working sleeping working sleeping sleeping working...Time flies when you're having fun, or something like that.

I really can't wait to get back though. To be on my own again, able to smoke and drink and go out whenever I damn well please. To stay up on the computer until 4 am. To have my cable modem back. To have practically everything I need in the room with me. To not have to worry about waking anyone up when I want a late-night snack. To do virtually whatever I want, when I want.

Oh God. This week and a half absolutely cannot go by fast enough.

4 rag dolls  dance you fuckers

Holy fucking shit.... [12 Aug 2004|12:58am]
[ mood | ecstatic ]
[ music | Now It's Overhead - Surrender ]

The Faint! Tour dates!!! Two of them in NY!! And neither on a weekday!!


And, Now It's Overhead!! With Rilo Kiley!! And Tilly!!


And the CMJ Music Marathon totally snuck up on me. Another Saddle Creek showcase (although so far only The Faint and Good Life are scheduled for it...), plus, oh my God, Trail of Dead FINALLY, and Mates of State and Q & Not U and We Ragazzi and oh god I can't even handle this right now....


(My apologies to those who posted about any of this days ago. I am so overtired and really can't be arsed to check my FL.)

EDIT: Oh, and also, Franz Ferdinand at Roseland Ballroom, Sept. 9, and Mt. Eerie (aka The Microphones) at the YWCA in Cambright on the 18th, and in Brooklyn the 20th. Jesus fucking Christ, I am overwhelmed...

3 rag dolls  dance you fuckers

You make me want to pick up a guitar, and celebrate the myriad ways that I love you [09 Aug 2004|12:32am]
[ mood | content ]
[ music | Interpol - Slow Hands ]

Curiosa last night. Oh man. Oh man. It was so great. Mogwai was awesome, even though they only played one song I recognized and were clearly not in their element, being much more used to clubs than stadium-type places. The Rapture was fantastic as well--Elise and I tried to get out groove on to their cowbell-enhanced beats, but the Dance Nazi wouldn't allow it. We (we being, btw, Rory, Elise, Elise's bf [ha, seriously] Tyler, and her friend Corey) left early during Interpol's set to make it over to Muse on the second stage, but they played everything I could have wanted to hear, including my two favorite songs from the new album (which I think I was the only one in the remote vicinity to recognize). And Muse, well Muse was, of course, fucking incredible. They were also the only band to get the crowd really moving--about three people danced to Rapture and Interpol, and no one seemed really into the other second-stage bands we caught--everyone went crazy and sung along to "Time Is Running Out" and it was amazing. All the sets were way too short, but they made me really anticipate any upcoming fall tours.

Oh, The Cure was good too. I didn't really care about their set a whole lot, but I feel like if I had been a big Cure fan, I would have enjoyed it a lot. It was intense.

But about halfway through it, Rory leans over to me and says, "Imagine Conor [Oberst] dressed up like Robert Smith," and I could not stop laughing every time his fat, pasty face filled the video screen above our seats. So it sort of ruined the experience. In a way that made it much better.

So yeah, there it is, the only interesting thing I've done all summer. But oh, how interesting it was.

5 rag dolls  dance you fuckers

[30 Jul 2004|11:43pm]
[ mood | tired ]
[ music | Now It's Overhead - Profile ]

Yeah, so, I haven't posted in forever. But that's okay, cuz nothing interesting has happened.

Oh wait, I did lose my cellphone. Yes, and someone did make $175 worth of calls to, among other places, Morocco and Cameroon. So that sucked a lot. But then I got a new phone, a cool little flip one, and for free, because I switched to my dad's service. So that was good. And I do have a new number--if you need/want it, drop a comment and I'll get it to you.

I finally did some shopping at H&M the other day. I didn't get a whole lot, just a couple of shirts, and an amazingly cute skirt. And then I bought Steve Madden shoes from Marshall's yesterday--they're pointy and have a tiny little 1/2 inch heel and I am madly in love with them.

And, yeah, that's about it...

4 rag dolls  dance you fuckers

Let's go people [16 Jul 2004|12:48am]
[ mood | cheerful ]
[ music | Interpol - Evil ]

I need shit to download. I want to get as much as possible before I go back to school, so I have to start now.

So come on. Recs. Now. Good ones.

Also, I've got all but one song from the new Interpol CD, and I fucking love it.

That is all.

4 rag dolls  dance you fuckers

Yep yep [12 Jul 2004|11:48pm]
[ mood | blank ]
[ music | Hint Hint - Leviathan ]

I have absolutely nothing to say.

1 rag doll  dance you fuckers

Why do people talk to me when I'm clearly listening to music and can't to hear a word they say?? [06 Jul 2004|11:31pm]
[ mood | frustrated ]
[ music | Panthers - Don't Be a Dick ]

I had a couple of random encounters with strangers today. The first was nice, the second was just odd.

Encounter #1: On the commuter rail, going to work this morning, there was a cute-ish boy with a guitar sitting in the seat across the aisle. I noticed he was cute-ish, and that he had a guitar. When I got off the at North Station and walked towards downtown, I noticed he was following me. I stopped to light a cigarette. He came up and asked me for a light. I had my headphones on (clearly unable to hear, as he should have known, having witnessed the conductor on the train needing to wave his hand in my face to get me to give him my ticket), and thought he wanted a cigarette. I took my headphones out, offered him on, which he of course declined, repeating his request for my lighter.

Then, as he lit his cigarette, and I stood awkwardly waiting for him to finish, he says, "Did you know everyone's staring at you?", implying, I assumed, that I looked expecially hot or some such thing. I had no idea whatsoever how to respond to that, considering I was wearing jeans and a tank top and feeling awfully tired and scrubby, so I sort of smiled and laughed in an uncomfortable, self-deprecating way. And he went on, "No seriously. I saw you getting off the train, and as you walked everyone looked up and watched as you went by." And I think I just laughed again and started walking.

I walked with him down to Haymarket, and we chatted about music a bit, and 4th of July, and such inane things. It was nice though--chatting with a cute-ish musician who thinks I'm hot. It gave me quite a happy buzz. I didn't even need to get coffee--it totally perked me up.

Encounter #2: This, unfortunately, did not involved a cute boy. Or a boy at all. Instead, a girl on the Blue Line going back to Wonderland tonight started up a conversation with me about my sneakers. Again, I had my iPod on, and so, again, I had no idea what she said to me at first, and had to ask her to repeat herself like three times. Apparently, she really liked my sneakers.

She talked to me the entire ride to Wonderland. She lives and works in Revere, and today she met a gypsy-psychic who told her she's going to get back with her ex-boyfriend. She was hanging out with friends from Malden tonight, but she had to go home early, because she has to work at 10:00 tomorrow morning. She hates working on Fridays. She still really likes her ex-boyfriend and hopes the gypsy is right about them getting back together. She just got a new bag by Baby Phat.

And, apparently we are BBF now. We exchanged cell phones numbers. She wants me to call her tomorrow when I get out of work to hang out. She gave me a hug when we got off the train.

...

What??? Who the hell does that?? Strikes up random conversations with people on the train, and then gives them her cell phone number (AND home phone number, I might add), and seriously expects them to call the next day?? Because I think she does. I think she really expects that I'm going to call her tomorrow at 8:00, and be like, "Hey Dee! I just got out of work. What's up? Can we chill?" WTF. And now, I feel like I'm going to feel guilty for not calling her. Because I'm clearly not going to. I mean, honestly. But then, what if she calls me? And is like, "Hey, it's Dee, why didn't you call?" Then I'll feel like a jackass, having told her, "Yeah, definitely, we'll hang out, I'll give you a ring."

Why the hell didn't the cute boy with the guitar give me his phone number, huh??? Why do I get the creepy chick from the Blue Line's number?? Why??


EDIT: Edwards eh? Not sure how I feel about that...I guess he'll bring in the Southern vote...

13 rag dolls  dance you fuckers

[03 Jul 2004|12:01am]
[ mood | tired ]
[ music | Hint Hint ]

Oh wow... I mean...wow... I hope I get to see that eventually... (Jonathan Glazer directed a few Radiohead videos, btw)

Anyway, still working and such. I went to a screamo show in a basement with Rory tonight, which was actually fun. Tomorrow is fireworks and a gathering at Elise's. Then Sunday is the 4th, and I have no clue what I'm doing. Maybe going into Boston, which I've actually never done before.

They changed the music and H&M, and I think it's actually worse than the last soundtrack (or whatever), with the exception of "Take Me Out," which is, of course fantastic. I got paid today--$253. $145 of which went to pay for the first of two speeding tickets from last year. It's nice to have money of my own though.

I got my last grade finally (I had turned the final in late), and I will not be going to London next year. Ah well. It would have been nice. I'm not as upset as I might be, because Caitlin's not going either.

I feel like there are a lot of other things I wanted to talk about, but I'm too tired to remember them. Until next time, then.

2 rag dolls  dance you fuckers

Oh boy [20 Jun 2004|11:00pm]
[ mood | good ]
[ music | Xiu Xiu - Crank Heart ]

First off, some bitching: I worked (at H&M) for 8 hours or more Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, and today. I'm tired. My feet hurt a lot, as do my shoulders and my back. And I have to work again tomorrow and Tuesday.

But, I really do like it at H&M. The people are cool, and it really isn't that hard of a job--pretty much all I do is take clothes from the fitting room and put them where they belong. I also get to work the fitting rooms sometimes, and apparently I'm the only freak in the department who enjoys it, so I think I'll be doing it a lot more often. I really do like it though, for whatever reason. I'll probably learn how to do the register soon, so that'll be good.

I was flirting hardcore with (what I'm pretty sure must be) the only straight boy in the store today. We were mock fighting, and he kept tickling me, and it was just fun, and I was thinking, "Okay, I like this. I'm not looking to have a relationship with this kid, but flirting is cool--I could do it all summer." Except that this was his last day. He is going to France for the summer. Great. There goes the straight boy. Maybe they'll be hiring a new one to replace him. *fingers crossed*

I have actually been doing things besides working, too. Thursday night we went to Gillian's for Belen's birthday. We got all skanked up, spiked our Cokes, and tried to attract guys to buy us drinks. Belen and I found these really cute Irish boys, but there were only 20, and since we just wanted them to get us rum and Cokes, and not go home with them, we were forced to ditch them. I sort of felt bad. But hey, we had priorities, and getting drunk was number one. In the end it was a pretty dead night, so just went back to someone's apartment and polished off a couple of bottles of wine. (Then I went to work the next day, hungover--second day on the job--fantastic.)

Went to see We Ragazzi and Franz Ferdinand with Elise (not together, unfortunately--that would be amazing). Both shows were incredible. Just incredible. So fun and dancey and amazing.

I also went to three high school graduation parties. Felt very old.

And, Elise's aunt got us tickets, and possibly backstage passes, to the Cure show!!!! Oh man. So fucking exciting. Backstage passes! I think I'd have a heart attack. I absolutely cannot wait. Man.

In closing, :)))))))))))

4 rag dolls  dance you fuckers

w00t [06 Jun 2004|12:31pm]
[ mood | happy ]
[ music | We Ragazzi ]

Guess who got a job at H&M! Boo-fucking-yah. I start hardcore training next week, working over 30 hours, and I'm getting $8 an hour, so three weeks from now I am going to be e very happy person. And the first thing I'm buying is West Wing season 2, then Kids in the Hall, and then we'll see where it goes from there.

So fucking awesome.


Edit: And...Reagan died...yesterday...How did I miss this??

7 rag dolls  dance you fuckers

Bah [02 Jun 2004|09:04pm]
[ mood | tired ]
[ music | Mirah - Look Up ]

Wow, so yeah, haven't been online for a week.



Hello.

dance you fuckers

Books To Read Before Summer's End, Set One [25 May 2004|10:43pm]
[ mood | blank ]
[ music | Rapider than Horsepower ]

All of these books are to be read, oh, I don't know...let's say...by next Thursday, 10 days.

1. Away Laughing on a Fast Camel, Louise Rennison (Oh man! So fucking good!!!)
2. The City of Ember and 3. The People of Sparks, Jeanne DuPuau
4. The Safe-Keeper's Secret, Sharon Shinn
5. A Certain Chemistry, Mil Millington
6. Like the Red Panda, Andrea Siegal
7. Honey Don't, Tim Sandler
8. Mr. Darcy Takes a Wife, Linda Berdoll
9. The Well of Lost Plots, Jasper Fforde
10. The Amulet of Samarkand, Book 1 of the Bartimaeus Trilogy, Jonathan Stroud</stirke>

If anyone has any comments on these books, or suggestions for later sets, please, by all means voice them.

2 rag dolls  dance you fuckers

Hmm...interesting and entirely unexpected... [24 May 2004|10:38pm]
[ mood | bored ]
[ music | Hint Hint - Long Branch New Jersey ]

So my dad comes into my room, about fifteen minutes ago. He shuts the door behind him, very softly and casually, and asks me, "Are you smoking?"

It was so out of the blue. I don't know if he's known for a while, and has just been sitting on the information, and decided for God knows what reason to bring it up right now. Or if he somehow just figured it out. Which is actually more unlikely, as I haven't smoked since Sunday morning at Elise's.

At any rate, I completely froze, and my heart was racing, but he didn't actually look angry or upset. So I answered honestly, "Yes, I do," and added not so honestly, "Only every once in a while though. I hardly ever buy my own or anything." A minute later, he goes to bed, leaving me with a warning not to smoke in the house. That was it. He just said it was a bad habit and expensive too, but that I probably knew that, and he just didn't want me falling asleep while smoking in the room or something.

So. Yeah. That's awesome. I really can't get over how perfectly fine he was with it--I had been expecting he would want to chop my head off when he found out. But apparently not. Excellent.

In other news, Elise and I had a fantastic weekend. We went to the Sox game Friday night, and we kicked ass. It was such an amazing game to go to--Manny Ramirez hit a home run right over our heads--too perfect. Then on Saturday, some of Elise's friends from Medford came over. About two or three hours before they came, we got completely wasted smoking and drinking Smirnoff Twisted green apple things and Mike's Hard Lemonade. It would have been awesome if they'd come earlier, because we were both seriously fucked up, but by the time they arrived I was practically dead sober.

One of them downed about 3/4 of a bottle of Southern Comfort in an hour and a half, and was sick all night, as might be expected. Elise and I were both useless when it came to cleaning all the vomit up--everyone else had to do it--I felt sort of bad, but even sitting in the same room with throw-up makes me gag, so I did not want to risk getting close to it. It was a fun night though. They were all good kids.

Elise and I both got calls from Urban Outfitters, which is amazing. Man, if we both got jobs there...that would just be too incredible. I have an interview scheduled for Wednesday morning, so fingers crossed.

12 rag dolls  dance you fuckers

Wow, been a while... [19 May 2004|10:44pm]
[ mood | complacent ]
[ music | The Elected ]

So, quickly, to get everyone up-to-date...

Friday: Got minimally drunk at my Modern Lit final--got quite drunk with Caitlin and the Noyes girls--did not pack.

Saturday: Woke up early, partially hungover--scrambled to pack--pissed my parents off by making them wait like an hour while I finished--had lunch at some steak place, we were the only ones there, literally--got home--did not unpack.

Sunday: Went out to dinner with Elise, Elise's aunt Jean, and a prominent figure in New England sports, horrifically awkward--went to Cambridge City Hall at midnight to see the first gay marriage licenses issued, absolutely incredible--did not unpack.

Monday: Slept a lot--went to Waldenbooks and exchanged a book I'd stolen from the bookstore at school for: Artemis Fowl, The Arctic Incident and two Janet Evanovich books, also took out the new Eoin Colfer book, The Supernaturalists--read the Artemis Fowl (big crush on that boy--huge), The Supernaturalists (really really awesome--I love Eoin Colfer), and the first Evanovich book (trashy mystery/romance--excellent)--did not unpack.

Tuesday: Slept some more--got called in to work for a few hours at night, had a good time gossiping and slacking off with co-worker--did not unpack.

Today: Met Rory and Elise in Boston to go job hunting--applied to Urban Outfitters (and got ambushed in an impromptu interview), H&M, Border's, Bath & Body Works (which apparently is part of the Limited company group, so the discount there is goos at The Limited, Express, Structure, etc--fantastic), Loews movie theater, and maybe a couple more, I can't remember--got hit on by a short Hispanic named Orlando, who told me I was gorgeous and offered to get me into the Matrix mightclub for free--had a total of five people bum cigarettes off me--did not unpack.

So it's been a pretty busy few days. Tomorrow I'm going to sleep all day, and maybe unpack finally. Then on Friday I get to go to a Red Sox game (Green Monster seats--hell yeah) with Elise and Jean--this will actually be my first Red Sox game ever. (Which is really weird when you think about it, but my dad's always been more into soccer and basketball than baseball.) We're going to smuggle alcohol in and get smashed and have a fantastic time.

You wish you had my life.

dance you fuckers

fags are great 'cause almost every single one swallows [17 May 2004|02:04am]
[ mood | indescribable ]
[ music | MC Frontalot || I Heart Fags ]

Boo-fucking-yah!!!

Also, I think I broke my pinky toe....

dance you fuckers

navigation
[ viewing | most recent entries ]
[ go | earlier ]

Advertisement