Holy Crapness - this worked out AWESOMELY. I am actually somewhat scared that my iTunes knows what it was doing.
Opening Credits: Stranger than Fiction – Bad Religion
Waking Up: Cuckoo Clock – Unwed Sailor
First Day At School: Miss You Love – Silverchair
Falling In Love: Shhh – Frou Frou
First Kiss: Sunday Bloody Sunday – U2 (ummm...scary?)
Fight Song: The Great Gig in the Sky – Pink Floyd
Breaking Up: Drops of Jupiter - Train
Prom: Take Time and Find – Early November (haha – I must still be looking...never went)
Life: What’ll I Do – Alison Krauss
Mental Breakdown: Sorry – Our Lady Peace
Driving: Little Something Refreshing – No Doubt
Flashback: This is the Best Day Ever – My Chemical Romance
Getting Back Together: Follow You Down - Blindside
Wedding: Lights Out – Letter Kills (Oh my . . . )
Birth of Child: Miniature Disasters – KT Tunstall (OH MY EFFING GOD THAT IS FUNNY)
Final Battle: Dancing Nancies – Dave Matthews Band (HA!)
Death Scene: Slow Cheetah – Red Hot Chili Peppers (ha, first line of this song is quite coincidental)
Funeral Song: Amazed – Greg Laswell (HELLS YEAH)
End Credits: I Hope Tomorrow is Like Today – Guster
???
In my desperate wishing for summer, God must have relented . . . a little.
We are in a "blizzard" or something like it - there are CHUNKS of snow coming down, like 3 inches in diameter. It kind of looks like a citywide snowball fight. So in the middle of this, after a morning of rian/sleet/snow, a giant lightning bolt just struck near my apartment, followed by a loooooong crack of thunder. And now it's back to exclusively snowing. Hmmm.
"Oh, fiddlesticks."
Or something like that.
This would be what escaped from my mouth as I proceeded to give myself a giant bump, cut, and briuse on my forehead. In case you were wondering, it is a bad idea to open any sort of cupboard unless you are looking directly at it. Even then . . . a risky situation. And no, I was not drunk.
So. Since I last wrote to y'all (I never know if it's y'all or ya'll - Bea, you're from the south, help a lady out here), nothing has happened. I read some stuff, wrote some stuff, sang some stuff, went to classes, enjoyed the beautiful weather. . . not much else.
At the moment, I have a massive headache which is preventing me from writing anything worth reading . . . so with that i have halted work on my thesis for the moment, and i should probably give this little blogging post up. I'm outtie.
Peace and
love.
Wincing the Weekend away . . .
Or wait, it should be
Pinching the weekend away . . .
In Class 3 of Personal Defense (Combatives 101E), we began interpersonal contact. We started out easy, blocking punches and shuffling away (though if you ask me, I say kick and run). Then we progressed into the pretend biting, and finally, the pinching. The first pinch was easy but PAINFUL. We were supposed to pinch our partner on the inside of the arm, between the bicep and tricep, twist, and pull the chunk of skin. In demonstration, our instructor made a large football player yell out in pain and then told us we would have bruises tomorrow. Schy and I made a pact not to pinch each other, and proceeded to pinch ourselves (lightly) so we would have red marks there if he came over to our side of the room. OW. It still hurts.
Then we moved on to the 1/2 way between the knee and groin pinch. We sat in a large circle, and had to pinch our neighbor. Until they visibly (or audibly) felt pain. I had to pinch the girl next to me like 4 times - I don't do well with causing other people pain. I'm a
pacifist. After I finally pinched her to the instructor's satisfaction, I apologized. My momma didn't raise no ill mannered woman. Next week we start "striking". I kind of wish my partner was someone who could use a good punching. . .
The rest of my weekend was sooo relaxing and lovely. I went to Omaha and spent a couple days with my brother and sister-in-law. Nichole and I saw Catch and Release. Alright movie - cute - Kevin Smith is fun. We also watched Talladega Nights (LOVE the ginger kid - adorable and disturbing) and Jackass 2 (gag reflex - GO!) Now I have to make up all the work I should have done today. Eh. Such is life.
Alright.
Peace out.
HEATWAVE!
Um, probably the best news I've seen in the past months.
Forecast from
weather dudes:
Presidents' Day: Partly cloudy, with a high near 46.
WOOHOO! After the coldest streak I can ever remember, it seems we might get a break next week. I have been dreaming about summer lately - truly. On Tuesday, I spent a good 10 minutes outside simply attempting to open my car door. Completely frozen shut. And then upon opening it (after body slamming it repeatedly for those 10 minutes), I had to shovel a good 6 inches of snow off my whole car, dig out the tires from the snowplow's leftovers, scrape another inch of ice off my car, and then suffer through an icy blast from my defroster as I drove to school in the single digit temperatures. If I haven't said it before (with THICK sarcasm), I love Nebraska.
Well, if you'll excuse, I'm going to go sit in front of the vent. Peace out.
Oh give me a home . . .
where the buffalo roam.
Subtitled: The Denver Adventure.
I am back in Lincoln after a long, yet much too short stint in Colorado. It was all so wonderful and crazy - really not encouragement for returning to the real world. Anywho - the photo above is on the 16th St. Mall, along the way to the Tattered Cover bookstore. This bookstore is absolutely amazing - very old, wooden floors, amazing collection of bargain books, and just a really peaceful, book-happy atmosphere. The whole 16th Street Mall area is pretty b.a. Definitely a great place to wander and chill, drink coffee, shop in hippie shops and designer boutiques, catch an art gallery or a bowling alley. It's such a mix.
So. After GPS Bitch got us lost in downtown Denver ("ArrIVing. At Destination." . . . "Off route." . . . "ArrIVing. At Destination." . . . "Off Route. Recalculating.") we finally found our hotel on Colfax. Only after driving past the concert hall with a line already wrapped around the corner. Awesome location becuase it was a whopping two blocks from the Fillmore, and yet dismal location for the fact that Colfax is an interesting street . . . more on that later. So yes, spent the afternoon on 16th St Mall, then immediately got ready and headed for the line. We staked our spots for 2 hours, out in the freezing cold, no coats . . . my hand was a block of ice. Honestly couldn't bend my fingers. But we had fun in line. :)
(and yes - if only I could go back THIS thursday I would - The Shins!?!?! To be followed by the Roots? . . . I need to move. Now.)
7:30. The line moves, we are patted down by security, and walk inside one of the coolest venues I have ever been in. There were giant chandeliers, a wall covered in artists who had graced the stage, and a sunken floor for the General Admission section.
We grabbed a few drinks at the bar, and claimed our spots on the floor. Long story short - Albert hammond, jr. band = damn fine music (the lead singer of the strokes in a new band). Incubus = damn fine music though a short set and perceptible difficulties in tech and voice. However, so amazing. Got to see Warning and Are You In performed which they didn't play at Red Rocks last time - two songs I've alwasy wanted to see live. Yada yada yada, got my ass kicked in the beginning, over too soon. Here is an alright pic of Brandon from farther back, but couldn't get any when we were up front - too much craziness!
The next day - whew blur. Got up, packed up, headed down Colfax towards the art museum. Along the way, encountered some interesting people - fresh from some binging of the past night. Anyway - opted to move the car from Colfax, and hit the Denver Art Museum - awesome! This museum, I can't really explain it at the moment. It was an AMAZING collection of modern art. They had everyone and no one: Matisse, Degas, Picasso, Monet, Manet, Warhol, . . .you name it. Their temporary exhibit, RADAR, was SO intense. It was a collection of contemporary art that was absolutely insane! I'm pretty sure the concept was "art on mushrooms." And I only say this because one entire room was a wall painting of little mushroom people, and a room sized sculpture of these same mushroom people. Cra-zy cool. The buildling itself was quite a work of art.
Well, after this, we began to head to Boulder. LOOONG LONG story about getting lost, me suggesting we get a map, and no one agreeing until we ended up in . . . Estes Park? Yes. We drove up a mountain and finally realized GPS Bitch was just that - a GPS BITCH. And so, at 9 pm or so, in the dark, we headed back down the mountain, watched the snow begin to fall, and made our way through an impossible wall of fog to Schy's gram's house which was 5 hours away. Finally on Saturday we made it home, after a note from Schy's grandpa saying, "Schy, if you see any mountains ahead, you're going the wrong way!" :) Oh my. So there is the version that appears quite long, but in reality is quite short. Great weekend fun, now I don't want to return to school and stress and schedules. Boo.
Alright. Time to do some reading and writing and such. Peace and love. And music.
I don't care what you call me . . .
But really, I kind of do. I just like David Ford's song. That is all.
I have no funny stories for you - well, none that I can post on this blog. So I am not sure why I am posting at all. Just to let you know I am alive I suppose. And say a few important things.
The Shins blow me away.
Incubus is in a few days.
My tooth hurts. I think it's cold.
I don't want to go to choir rehearsal tonight.
I need to write a 7-page Poli Sci paper. Soon.
I am in desperate need of an ocean. A sunny beach. Some sand.
I am out. To get coffee. And listen to music whilst working dilligently.
