Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Maybe I like this roller coaster, maybe it keeps me high.

So I just wrote this extremely long blog about how horrible of a person some people are, how horrible I am, how much I don't care about either. It was all very vague, the way I like it. But then I thought "this is dumb". I wouldn't want to read someones blog and be like "what is she talking about?". But since there is no way in the world that I'll ever say what I really think, then I'll just not say anything, it's easier that way. I'm going to try to actually care about things for Lent, but until then I'll just pout. And be jealous over things I say that I'm not jealous about. 

I was on tumblr the other day and I stumbled across this:

There is nothing better than a good cover song. Literally nothing in the world. Other than taco Doritos. 




Thursday, February 13, 2014

make a little money, take a lot of shit. feel real bad then get over it.

So for the last two days, I've been at a Crisis Prevention Training. I have a love/hate relationship with trainings, especially agency trainings. On the one hand, you get out of work, but on the other hand they always want you to participate. Now, I don't really have that much of an issue speaking in public, I generally know the answers to their questions, however, I just can't butt in. That's my problem. If it's a small group and the room is small, I can be more open. If it's a larger group and it's a big open room, I never say anything. If the instructor calls on me, well, that's just annoying, but I can answer. We also had to do safety techniques. My mind is such a TCI (for all of you lucky people that haven't worked in a place that used holds, that's Therapeutic Crisis Intervention. There's nothing therapeutic about it, it's restraints. AKA holding children on the floor for a while.) So I had to touch a whole bunch of people and they all had to touch me. A lot times in my armpits, so I was not a fan, I'll tell you that. 

And I didn't know this, but Tokyo Police Club has a new CD coming out in March. I was going to pre-order it, but I might hold off. I bought the single, it's called "Hot Tonight". I don't like it. I also don't like what else I'm hearing on YouTube. I wrote a blog awhile back where I talked about the progression of TPC, but maybe I take that back. I said that they were one of the only bands who got better with each album. You know how most bands start off and you love them and then progressivly they get worse, for whatever reason. Maybe your taste in music just changes or the band's vision changes too much or it doesn't change at all and you don't like that. But TPC just KEPT GETTING BETTER. Maybe they just peaked with Champ which is probably the best album ever, or at least my favorite in existence. Let's just hope that this new album grows on me. 

Now I'm just hungry. 

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

I don't know why this is my favorite song

Josie, 
you're my source of most frustration,
Forget when
I don't meet expectations
Everything you wished came true
In the end we all blamed you
Even though, as they all know, you weren't the only one (two three four)

Why do you still keep it around when you know it brings me down 
I'm hating everything.
And I know that you dated other guys
But I got to wonder why 
you'd leave it out for me

Why am I still hanging around,
When I know it brings me down, 
I'm hating everything.
And you are getting rides home in his car
Making out on his front yard 
I'm hating everything.

Please don't remind me
Put your past behind me
It shines so bright it blinds me
I wish that this would end.
And I am not fine,
Last night I saw you online, 
your screen name used to be mine,
why can't we just pretend?

And if we can have another day,
I've got so much left to say,
I'd tell you everything. 
And I'll laugh when I think about the past,
When I see you after class you're hating everything. 

Please don't remind me 
put your past behind me 
it shines so bright it blinds me 
I wish that this would end
And I am not fine 
Last night I saw you online
your screen name used to be mine why can't we just pretend
[x2]

And she said,
Na (x11)
"I just forgot you were there"
Na (x11)
"I just forgot you were there"
Na (x11)
"I just forgot you were there"
Na (x11)

Please don't remind me 
put your past behind me 
it shines so bright it blinds me 
I wish that this would end
And I am not fine 
Last night I saw you online
your screen name used to be mine why can't we just pretend
[x2]

And she said,
Na na na na na...

Monday, February 10, 2014

You know, I only ever read articles from news sources that are of opposing political views. I do this because I already know what I believe so there's no point in agreeing with someone. That's not very challenging. However, I see no point in debating issues. I think that stubbornness is such a good quality, why would you change your thoughts based off something someone else said. Now that's not to say others' views are incorrect, and you shouldn't use them to help develop your own thoughts, you definitely should. I just hate arguing and, like arguing, debating gets you nowhere. All you're doing is waiting for the other person to stop talking so you can get your point in. In general, I mean. 

In other news, I was sleep texting again last night. And I've had the worlds flattest affect these past few days. I'm rivaling Daria.  

Monday, February 3, 2014

I check my look in the mirror I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face

There's an endless number of thing in this world that I hate (green cars, acne, cucumber melon scent, hi-low dresses, words that end in "ies") but there is one thing that I love, and that is Bruce Springsteen covers. No offense to The Boss, but most people out-do his songs. Now, a lot of them really suck because not everyone is a great singer/composer, but the ones that are good are really good. Not that Bruce Springsteen is a bad singer or anything, he's actually really good. His lyrics are pretty much amazing, there's just something about his songs that sound better acoustic, less rock and roll. Here are my favorites:











God, I hate the advertisements at the beginning.

Sunday, February 2, 2014

if you like your coffee hot, let me be your coffee pot.

So I was thinking about someone in a "go away, blue oatmeal" type of way. And then I realized that no one knows what I mean. I've explained the phrase before, but it's from Ramona Quimby: Age 8. I'll give you some background; Ramona is sick on this particular day of school. They're doing some sort of science experiment in class with oatmeal that was dyed blue and I believe they were breeding fruit flies? I'm not 100% sure. Anyway, Ramona gets really sick and I guess the oatmeal smells bad and just looking at it made her stomach hurt even more. So she says, not in my mind's voice, but in the man who is reading the book on tape's voice, Ramona says "Go awayyYYyyy, blue oatmeal", emphasis on the "ayyy". You know you get this feeling when you're sick and you're about to barf (as Ramona does), but you also get that way in your mind when you hate someone and you want them to leave you alone. Not that this is currently happening, but I'm just thinking about in the past. My last book post made me start thinking about these things. 

{side note: Ramona is one of the only characters that I've really ever identified with. And I still do, despite not having read all of the books and not having read anything since I was 10) But she gets sick a lot. I think that I threw up an abnormal amount of times when I was in class. No one ever used to barf during school. I remember in 1st grade I threw up right before a field trip and once I threw up at an assembly. If people cared about me, they probably would've given me some nick name about it. Also, my nose always bled. Like that also happened more than normal. No one else ever used to get nose bleeds, unless I'm just too self absorbed, I never noticed. But I literally lived in the nurses office with nose bleeds. My teachers were probably like "oh, God, go to CVS and get some freakin'  saline solution". But I usually had pretty nice teachers. They were just like "that poor fat girl who wears shirts with cats on them and sneakers that were made for boys doesn't need any more negative attention". Also, if there ever was a trend to crack open eggs on your head, what happened to Ramona would've happened to me. For those of you who've never read Ramona books, there was  a trend in her grade to have your mom hard boil eggs and then you crack them on top of your head instead of on a table or whatever. So Ramona's mom told her that she would hard boil some eggs for Ramona so she could bring them to lunch, though she never did. So Ramona thinks that she has a hard boiled egg to crack on her head, however, it's not hard boiled. And Ramona tries to crack it on her head...and you can imagine how much that sucks. THAT would happen to me. Although, if I'm being honest, my mom wouldn't even have attempted to boil eggs for me. Enough of that}

I've always admired Jamie because she had the balls to say things like "you can go shave your back now" to boys who were assholes. Only we would find this funny. Well, I guess any girl in her early 20's who is obsessed with Mean Girls, which, come on, is every girl that was in high school in 2004, would find this funny. I'm just too nice. I would never say that to anyone. 

This Ramona quote made me think about all of the books on tape Ashleigh and I used to listen to when we were little. We never read. Come to think of it, I don't know how I got to love reading so much in my teenage/college years. I don't think I ever read a book when I was younger. We fell asleep listening to books on tape for, gosh, a long time. Probably longer than I want to admit. I also played with Barbies for a lot longer than I should admit, but that's for another blog post. You know how lazy I was? I never wanted to ge out of bed to flip the tape over, so I would scream for my mom to come in and change the tape. Some things never change...Some of our favorites are:

The Cinnamon Bear:
If you ever have kids, they need to listen to this. Essentially it's about two kids, Judy and Jimmy, who go up into their attic to find the silver star that they put on top of their Christmas tree. They meet the Cinnamon Bear and he helps them "de-grow" and shrink down to four inches high and they fly this little plane ornament into a magical land whose name escapes me. They have all of these adventures and they meet all of these crazy characters. It's honestly too amazing to explain. There is a witch who had this shriek that scared the crap out of Ashleigh and I. We listened to this so many times that we knew when to prepare ourselves to the shriek. The sad thing is, I don't think I ever finished this story. I can honestly say I have no idea how it ends. I do remember the day we bought it though. When we were living in Missouri, Ashleigh, my mom and I went to a thrift store and this was on top of one of the shelves. We bought it for some reason and it became the greatest thing in the world. It's an old radio show from the 30's and you can still listen to it online. I recommend it. 

The Chocolate Touch:
Also awesome. It's about this boy who wishes that everything he touches turns to chocolate. It's a take on the Golden Touch. He plays trumpet and that turns to chocolate. Of course there's a moral to this story. I think he turned his mom to chocolate. Good times. 

Absolutely Normal Chaos:
As you can imagine, when you're 7, you read "chaos" as "chay-ous". Thus this book becomes Absolutely Normal Chay-ous. I have no idea what this book was about, but we liked it a lot. 

Marrying Malcolm Murgatroyd
I also have no idea what this book was about, but we liked it too. I think someone's brother had MS. That's all I remember

The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe:
And here we have the Holy Grail of children's books. Don't tell me it's not the greatest story ever. It's like the greatest escape ever written. A secret land behind a wardrobe. I loved everything about this book, and I still do. I've always hated Lucy. All of those years wondering what the hell Turkish Delight was. I wanted to know how big Mr. and Mrs. Beaver were.  I remember getting the VHS, British version of this movie and remembering how great it was. And even to this day, every time the snow starts to melt in the winter, I think "The White Witch's power is waning" 

And of course, Ramona Quimby, Age 8.