Quite Quickly

• The Arcade Fire Pandora station is pretty badass.
• I’ve started jogging, and I hate it.  Immensely.
• There’s a distinct possibility that my dear friend Allison will visit me in May.  I’m overjoyed at the thought.
• This weekend, I will be seeing Ben Gibbard and She + Him play in Austin.  At the very least.  Be jealous.
• Over the last month, I’ve been experimenting with eye-liner.  Its… adventurous, and the jury will always be out on it.
• Lesson learned from last night:  don’t take me to a bar with a dance floor and NOT dance with me.
• My brackets were auto-filled due to my lack of time; I’m not sure what happened and where I stand.  (These things confuse me.)
• And finally—if you haven’t seen it yet here is Lady Gaga’s "Telephone" video. 

 

Holler!

UPDATE: 1/19

Sweet kittens! Its been a looooong time since I've even logged in! My dear friend Allison tagged me in a note on Facebook, and I think that I'll oblige. :)

Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. Pass it on to 20 people including me. You can't use the band I used. Try not to repeat song titles. It's a lot harder than you think! Repost as "My Life According to (BAND NAME)" if you want.

PICK YOUR ARTIST
Regina Spektor
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Are You Male or Female?
Pavlov's Daughter
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Describe Yourself:
Poor Little Rich Boy
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How Do You Feel?
Human of the Year
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Describe Where You Currently Live:
Hotel Song
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If You Could Go Anywhere, Where Would You Go:
Summer In The City
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Your Favorite Form Of Transportation:
Chemo Limo
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Your Best Friend:
Genius Next Door
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Your Best Skill:
I Want To Sing
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Your Favorite Color Is:
Blue Lips*
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What's The Weather Like?
20 Years of Snow
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If Your Life Was A TV Show, What Would It Be Called?
Man Of A Thousand Faces
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What Is Life For You?
Reading Time With Pickle
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Your Relationships:
Fidelity
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Looking For:
Ghost Of Corporate Future
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Have:
Musicbox
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Wouldn't Mind:
Sunshine
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Your fear :
2.99 Cent Blues
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What Is The Best Advice You Have To Give?
One More Time With Feeling
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If You Could Change Your Name, What Would You Change It To?
Mary Ann
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Thought For The Day:
Ain't No Cover
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How would you like to die?
Bobbing For Apples
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My Soul's Present Condition:
Better
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Something bad happened to you:
Back Of A Truck
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Regrets:
Samson

*My favorite color is actually green.

These things are always fun. I had to think about who I would choose; Matt or Regina. I've been singing Regina literally all day long.

Ian and I are in the arduous process of looking for an apartment or house to rent. Its... a challenge, just like last time. But this time around, we actually have the opportunity to drive around and look at stuff together. That's fun. We're both in agreement that no, we will not live in the ghetto. However, other than that, we're still at a crossroad.

I am in the midst of a big change at work. I'm so very excited and giddy and humbled. However, at the same time, I'm kind of sad. No, not sad. Just... oh, well something. Change is always a difficult thing for me (despite what my family thinks). I think that I'll fare well.

I've realized what my.... whatever.... has been. I've been becoming more of a mental-shut-in over the last few years. Yes, years. Its just that the effects are becoming more tangible for me now. I picked up a notebook recently, just to pen a few thoughts in, and I couldn't come up with anything. Is this a good thing or not so much? I'm still trying to sort that out.

One of my dear friends made some t-shirts for Haiti. All of the net profits are going directly to relief efforts. I'm going to get one after payday. Get one here. (Ian just called me a bleeding heart hippie. I think that's the sweetest thing he's ever said to me.)

Okay, its a rare night where Ian and I are both home. I'm getting off here.

In the mood for snow.

It was supposed to snow here the other day. I'm fairly certain that, aside from my cynicism concerning said weather event, no one was as excited as me about that prospect. One of my absolute FAVORITE childhood memories is from when I was in the fifth or sixth grade (I think), and it snowed like two feet in one night. All of the schools were shut down for days. It was magical. I remember walking out to Roosevelt Middle School, and just playing and playing and playing. Yes, I love snow. I love how much fun it is to make snowballs and snowmen. I even love snow-forts (just not in the front yard; my dear brother can tell you about that one). I guess that my idea of "snow" is a lot different than everyone else in the 210/830/512 area. We got flurries. It lasted for about twenty minutes. And you know what? I was really, really bummed by it. Everyone else was giddy and childlike and excited because it was "snowing" and I was left with my numerous memories of what real snow feels like.

Oh well.

Maybe, one of these days Ian and I will live somewhere where it snows a lot, and we can build snow-families and such. Just not in the front yard.

Sweetly of Late.

I'm sorry that I really haven't been around lately. I've been... busy. You know, with gettin' married, and having long-lost-family-reunions and such. Its been really exciting.

I think after Thanksgiving, when I have a moment, I'll write something a little more... Something. You know. But for right now, I have a husband waiting to snuggle, and a queue of Dr Who episodes to watch...

Everyone, have a wonderful Thanksgiving.

Bare.

I'm making dinner right now. And listening to music. And chasing the kittens around the apartment.

I threw some chicken on the stove to cook in olive oil. I added some green onions and sugar peas to it. And some more garlic + olive oil. It smelled so lovely. I finally cut up a giant tomato, and added it to my.... something. There's got to be a name for it, right? Chicken and veggies? I don't know. But I can't wait to eat it.

I just watched that "cat cheated on his girlfriend" video on You Tube (its two words, right?). As expected, the kittens did NOT like it. Poor Charlie. He's such a baby.

One of my favorite Death Cab songs just came on. "Passenger Seat". Mmm.

I'm really very anxious|nervous|excited|etc about next week. That's a good thing, right? It almost has to be. Its really unfortunate that I'm one of those "worst case scenario" people. That's all that I can think about; what could really go wrong and such. My mind is such a dangerous thing at times.

I've got little bitty cuts all over my hands. Its awful. There is one in particular that worries me. Ugh.

The other day, I asked Ian if he would still love me if I didn't age well. Where do these things come from?! (Actually, it came from a conversation I had with Katie...) In hindsight, I'm humored by this. And all of the rest of it. (These things happen quite often. Believe it or not, but I'm the most insecure person you'll probably meet.)

I'm sorry to disappoint. My last post was so... This is just... Well, this is straight stream of thought. I've gotten up several times since sitting down. (I really don't want my dinner to burn.) Charlie is now sleeping on my left arm, making it near impossible to type. Its a sign; I should be reading.

Oh, and in case you were wondering, dinner is perfect. Its... well, its wonderful. I'm particularly proud of how beautifully the sugar peas cooked. Seriously.

• I'm driving to beautiful, fabulous Las Vegas on Tuesday (by that I mean someone else other than myself), so I'm exceedingly open to any music/playlist suggestions. Seriously. Its a twenty-four hour drive and I'm not looking forward to it.
• Oh, and Regina Spektor is playing in Austin on my birthday. (!!!) So, if anyone REALLY loves me... I'll leave it at that.
  

"Accidental Deth"

Its raining right now. Its so nice and drizzly. Call me crazy, but I love the way that the rain-smell is mingling with the garlic-smell of my cooking. (I'm trying my hand at chicken chili for dinner. We'll see if its a success...)

What's today? Its October 11, 2009. And it feels like it. That ordinarily wouldn't be such an extraordinary statement. However, I've spent the last six months wondering if Texas is just another name for hell. Because its been that hot here. (You know me, I'm miserable in the heat.) But for today, its like a glorious Northern paradise. While everyone else is dying from the "cold", I'm relishing it. And loving it.

I feel like I magically, mysteriously and inexplicably entered "middle aged". Mentally, that is. What I mean is.... Oh, hell. I don't know what I mean by that. I went to a party last weekend. On the way there, as I sat in the passenger seat, I felt like being sick with anxiety. I just can't do that stuff anymore. I'll take a Friday night at home with a pizza any day now. I just want to know what's happened to me. I'm a 21-year old woman. Who would rather read a book on the couch with classical music playing in the background than go to a bar.

I'm not complaining. I promise. I'm just... Probing.

Long lost moment

Where oh where have I been? I'm looking back on this month, as it comes to a close, and I really don't remember much. Not because I'm living one of those crazy, rock 'n roll lifestyles or anything. Its really quite the opposite. I like that. A lot.

I really want to "talk" about my life. All of the mundane things that I've done. All of the exciting things I'm doing, and the terrifying and wonderful things that are coming up. However, I feel kind of like... Its all mine. I don't like to share. I'm very jealous with what's "mine". My secrets and my goings-on are all mine, and I really don't want to share tonight.

Okay, though. Here is something. I'm streaming the soundtrack for Where The Wild Things Are right now. Its not epic or anything. However, it is nice. Its... Very pleasant. Very sweet. I've never ever been a fan of Karen O. Ever. She's too... harsh for me. But this is sweet, to be redundant.

I am going to close with a list. An epic-somethings list.
"Wake Up" -Arcade Fire, wells, buttons, sheer things, cucumber lotions, list-books, pumpkin spiced lattes, citre-shine shampoo & conditioner, unicorns, string quartets, fall weather (IN TEXAS!!!), and kittens sleeping in shirt-drawers.