December 2008
Right on, Fletcheeze
Fletcher: I wish you could make planners that had randomly selected quotes from your friends at the top of every day instead of quotes from famous people. Like... I wish Wednesday March 2nd was "Fuck... I like... pwned that soda and no one saw it - Christine Friar" instead of "Follow your dreams - Martin Luther King Jr".
I think it’s pretty fair to assume that, due to inclement weather, my New Years will be spent reaching an inappropriate level of intoxication at my friend’s house and then walking the 1 mile to my house on our starlit, treacherously curvy/hilly road.
Let us begin the Great Tumblr AIM Screenname...
partymachine:
fcukthequeen:
michaelmcgee:
thelosspeaks:
cloudymess:
oBrightestStarx
TheLosStrikesBak (though that might change soons)
michaelmcgee1
fcukthequeen
slightlyl0st
friarcracker
I can’t decide whether or not I’m the type of asshole who makes New Year’s resolutions.
Apparently I am the type of asshole who nosedives into a cavern of quarter-life bitter indifference and indecision. My creativity has been altogether shut off for the time being.
I have a $50 iTunes giftcard at my disposal. Let’s see what I make happen.
imsorrybrendan:
TV On The Radio - Walking The Cow...
Photo attempt fail. Damn tumblr and its distracting tendencies.
Just spotted in new york: a “Burberry” fanny pack. Photo to come.
My mother’s Christmas Day baby doll comment got me thinking about my expectations for myself in a vague sort of way. Last night I overheard her talking to my cousin about how she’ll “totally be one of [my] bridesmaids” when I get married, and it just hit me the wrong way.
It was one “I’m secretly planning Christine’s future,” comment too many for...
Every time I see the Prince of Persia commercial that uses the Sigur Ros song, I get a little happier.
I kind of like that The Onion’s website has a section of links to its most unpopular articles.
“I’ve found that for most artists, the art they produce is the most natural...”
– Chuck Klosterman
Between My Mother and I Upon Her Seeing Me Holding...
Mom (sitting down next to me): Oh, isn't that cute?
Me: I guess. Danielle asked me to hold it for her.
Mom: It's so lifelike! You look so natural with it!
Me (sarcasm): Yeah, because I'm such a warm person.
Mom: Imagine, in less than ten years, that will be you!
Me: ... I'm sorry, what?
Mom: Well, I'm just saying... if you choose to have a baby...
Me: It will not be in less than ten years.
Mom: Oh, come on.
Me: I'll be lucky to be able to sustain a hamster in ten years.
I think this is the first year I really understand why people hate the holidays.
There is so much faux-mandatory bullshit going on. I hate that people make me feel like I have to do something under the pretense that “it’s for the family” or “it’s the season” to do so.
Fuck that. How is an action even remotely meaningful if the only thing compelling me to...
“What I think is, it’s never too late…or, in my case, too early, to be whoever...”
– My favorite quote from Benjamin Button (via balltillifall)
I AM SO SICK
I ache, I wheeze, I retain 0 body heat.
I am cranky and sassy and have no Christmas cheer.
My laptop is heating my body right now.
WAHWAHWAHWAHWAHWAHWAHWAHWAHWAWAHWAHWAHWAH
What is it about Christmas that compels people to text me out of the blue?
Thanks for including me in your mass text? I’m glad I made the cut?
Here, allow me to send a three word disingenuous response, punctuate it with more enthusiasm than I actually feel, and then sit in this house full of family members wondering how Christmas is going to feel when I’m 80.
If I make a kissy face in one more photo that finds its way to facebook everyone in the world has license to punch me at least 2 times.
Not to brag, but
I added “Personally-designed lolcat voted to front page of icanhascheezburger.com by over 2,000 internet users” under the “Skills” section of my resume.
Ben Gibbard and Andrew Kenny - You Remind Me of...
Perhaps the best part of all of this free time is the immense mental space I’ve set aside for zoned-out thinking.
When I’m in frames of mind like this I become really decisive on huge issues (like, for instance, I’ve decided to be a really unsympathetic coldhearted bitch in regards to my family’s concern over my uncle’s cancer, ie: “Stop treating him like...
“I was feeling everything much too much. Everything was pulling at my eyes. I...”
– You Shall Know Our Velocity! (via synecdoche)
This is exactly how I’ve been feeling for the past while.
I Wish I Didn't Always Sound Like I Was on...
It astounds me how huge music feels sometimes;
How capable of completely steering my emotions and reassuring me that there is love in this world.
I need that sometimes, man.
Sometimes I need to do more than just remember how small I am - sometimes I have to feel it.
Huge visceral internal landscapes right now, man.
Sometimes I just need some pianos and accordion.
“My loathings are simple: stupidity, oppression, crime, cruelty, soft music.”
– Vladimir Nabokov
I just found out I’m going into the city tomorrow with my mom, aunt and cousins to see Conan. I don’t particularly like Conan, but this will mark my participation as a member of a studio audience for the first time since I was 4 and went to a filming of Double Dare at Universal Studios.
So I watched Million Dollar Password tonight on CBS and was really embarassed at one point when this one guy had to give clues for the word comma and thought it was “coma”. All of his clues were coma-related and they ran out of time.
I actually hid my eyes.
People, man…. people.
“The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no...”
– bukowski. (via madalene)
Because my mother is in charge of the NetFlix account and we are snowed in, I am currently watching “Music of the Heart”.
If the opening credits are any indication, I’m in for a FESTIVAL of personal growth, trying times in new circumstances, self-discovery through the magic of music, and a random convenient romance with a childhood friend.
“Yo I don’t wanna learn...
Mmm Mmm Mmm
Me: I missed the jews while I was abroad.
Mom: I’m sorry, what?
Me: Like… bagels and New Yorkers. They don’t have that in Africa.
Mom: You’re so cultured. Have you ever had any of those late-key pancakes?
Me: Latkes?
Mom: I don’t know, Christine. I’m not the fucking pope.
[three hours later]
Mom (looking at calendar): HEY! It’s the first day of Hanukah!
danieliz:
imsorrybrendan:
The Kooks - Kids (MGMT...
I haven't actually read this yet. But I plan to. →
The only reason this is of interest to me is the byline. The only person who will get the joke probably will only check my blog once, and that once probably already happened. On the off-chance it hasn’t, and for those looking for a 6-page long “short story” to bop around with at 315 in the morning… here ya go, slugger.
SHAZAM
I was happily playing the Sims like the shut-in I am until our shitastic desktop computer took the liberty of spontaneously restarting itself (nullifying my last 10 minutes of unsaved gameplay).
While that sucked, it forced me to emerge from the dark corner of the house that I inhabit. Upon doing this I discovered:
a. aunt martha sent me $50 for christmas. i LOVE when people acknowledge that...
Happy Yalda, Zoroastrians! →
tesslynch:
(via everithing)
I’m rapidly approaching the three week mark in the duration of my stay at home.
I’m also rapidly approaching a state of textbook insanity.
I am also rapidly approaching a state of homicidal mania.
I am also filled with Christmas Cheer.
Aaaand I’m currently watching “Look Who’s Talking Now” with my sister and cousin. Kirstie Allie’s tapered black acid...
soupsoup:
jesuisjuli:
Elliott Smith- Because...
Useless
I love finding words within words.
Like, I just posted a quote by Beethoven, and when typing his name all that I see is “Beeth oven” — like, an oven for beeths.
“Where you gonna cook that?” “Oh, in the beeth oven.”
Or the word flamingo — every time I look at it I can’t ignore the flaming o. An O, just on fire. Sitting there. Right there in...
“Music is the electrical soil in which the spirit lives, thinks and invents.”
– Beethoven
Not to be random, but Prop8 is still hurting my feelings.
Like, sometimes when I’m sitting still and letting my brain do its thang it lands on Prop8 and I’m instantly a little more pissed off than usual.
Really, America? Honestly?