fatty fatty friend party

Really quick post because i have to go to my first class soon! We had an impromptu rave party in the lounge complete with strobe lights but the RAs shut that down quick. (POPO SHUT US DOWN DOWN). But then we all went outside and played a speed dating game to get to know our hall. Then my roomie and me hosted a fatty fatty friend party with some of our hallmates. Good bonding experience. Anyway I promise a more detailed post when I have the time. And excuse typos.

first day/morning of college

Well I'm officially a college student. I even have my first party under my belt, and it was HUGE. Pretty much everybody showed up at Wertland.  Moving in was not fun but we got it done. The rents took forever to leave. My dorm is actually more spacious than I thought and all around nicer than I thought it would be too. Hall meetings happened etc. I think it was a pretty typical first day. And this is a pretty boring/short post because I'm tired. I'll post more when something interesting happens.

College? When the hell did this happen?

I don't think its hit me that I will be in college in less than 72 hours. Not even the last day of work high, the torturous round of college shopping with my mother or the goodbye hangouts with people, have made me feel things. And you're suppposed to feel stuff when major steps in your life are taken right? Maybe the part of the brain that gives me emotions is defective. Or maybe I supress everything. But that would be emo and stupid. Maybe its from living with a nuerotic mother who freaks out over everything that I just don't see the point in make a big deal out of things. Ugh now I'm getting introspective and boring. Eff it, let's listen toWarren Zevon...




I got pants yesterday. I had to explain to my mother that jeggings were a combination of jeans and leggings.  Usually I avoid teeny bop trends spawned by mindless corporations who think that mashing two words together will make the brainwashed masses feel less brainwashed and more edgy. But holy crap they are comfortable. Like really comfortable. However, I am still going to protest on principle by referring to them as my really tight comfy pants.

Well the mother is complaining about my dirty room, so I am going to go clean and then decide which books to bring to college. This will be difficult.

Oh and I got my cartilage pierced. Thanks Mary!

In Like Flynn

I started educating the midget brother in the wonders of classic film. Movie of choice: 1938's The Adventures of Robin Hood with Errol Flynn. I figured the sword fights and the manliness of the whole thing would appeal. And oh man, is it manly.



I wish straight men still wore tights. And I wish people still used the word swashbuckling on a regular basis.

Also today, while still in the swashbuckling spirit of things, I practiced archery with midget brother. I need a lot of practice. However I did manage to hit the target on four separate occasions. And, as an added bonus, nothing was broken/hurt.

In the literature part of my life, which is squeezed somewhere between work, swim lessons, and college stuff, I finished The Man Who Was Thursday, which I actually really liked. I'm still getting my head around it. It goes from  trippy to really exciting and then really trippy with an insanely ambiguous ending, but it left me with a literary high. Assuming I have the time, I'm planning a reread and I'll probably check out some of his other stuff.

My music life right now is pretty dull. I am stuck listening to 99.5 and 98.7 ALL DAY. It's terrible. I could go into a rant about it but it'd take too long and I'm too lazy. The only relief I get is when one of the guards plays "Amie" by Pure Prairie League. It's seriously a godsend after listening to "I wanna be a billionaire" or "Undo it" for the 12th freaking time. The only way to get "In my Head" out of my head is put on my Grateful Dead mix and veg out.

To finish this post off ere is a selection from what I call the Work Recovery playlist


DEADHEAD


My favorite irish band even though they are all butt ugly


My favorite australian singer


My second fave australian band and a tribute to Errol Flynn!! They are butt ugly too... even when they do the slo mo run on the beach.

severus snape and 60s garage punk

Today was pretty good. Taught some kiddies to swim. Closed out a bank account. Learned where my driver's license number was. Watched my mother descend into more Obama/apocolyptic paranoia - Glenn Beck was on. Got yelled at about the state of my soul but I saw a guy on a unicycle so it evened out.

I also googled "obscure 60's music" which led me to the following...

Is that Slytherin's locket I see? Apparently Severus Snape had a band. Seriously though. Its not just the hair or the black clothes. Look at the lyrics...


I got me a complication
And it's an only child --- HARRY
Concernin' my reputation
As something more than wild --- OBVIOUS REFERENCE TO BEING A DEATH EATER
I know it serves me right
But I can't sleep at night
Have to hide my face
Or go some other play-ay-ay-ay-ay-ace ----GUILT

I won't cry out for justice
Admit that I was wrong
I'll stay in hibernation
'Til the talk subsides to gone ----  HIS PROBLEMS OPENING UP ABOUT LILY

My social life's a dud
My name is really mud ---- REFERENCE TO HOW NO ONE LIKES HIM
I'm up to here in lies
Guess I'm down to size
To size

Can't seem to talk about
The things that bother me --- HE NEVER TALKS ABOUT HIS ISSUES
Seems to be
What everybody has
Against me
Oh, oh, all right

Here's the situation
And how it really stands
I'm out of circulation
I've all but washed my hands
My social life's a dud
My name is really mud
I'm up to here in lies
Guess I'm down to size
To size
Talk talk Talk talk Talk talk Talk talk

By a very small stretch of the imagination I could see a young, just-turned-good-but-still-super-angsty, Snape in tight clothes starting a band. J.K. Rowling, go write the prequel.


And let's just take a moment here to celebrate my figuring out how to embed things.


and to finish this post off....
MORE PICS OF THE ADORABLE WHASIAN!!

he's just an excitable boy

Excerpt from "I'll Sleep When I'm Dead: The Dirty Life and Times of Warren Zevon"

Jimmy Watchel: The album was Stand in the Fire, which was an amazing album. At that show, I went to the bathroom at the Roxy and Tom Waits and John Belushi were wrestling on the floor of the bathroom. Over what I don't know.

So I'm on a huge Warren Zevon kick. Again. Honestly, how can you blame me.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7eUsSXXc8wU
(couldn't figure out how to embed the video even with instructions... IT WON'T PASTE!!)

It irks me greatly that people only know about him because Kid Rock mashed Werewolves of London with Sweet Home Alabama into a thoroughly mediocre song. And then they only know about Werewolves and that doesn't even begin to touch on his genius, and believe me, he was a freaking poet.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vwqOLprj8VY

And he wrote the only song that I can remember ever making me cry...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oTIfLTbKhhM

He was awesome and everyone else should know how awesome he is. Today alone, he got me through college job searching, resume writing, and a 40 minute car ride with my mother, which included her laying into her horn for about a minute... twice... at the same guy. Admittedly he had cut her off pretty bad, but he flashed a peace sign after the first lay in with the horn so I really don't think he deserved the second. She even liked one of his songs which was ironic because a couple days ago she flipped a shit about his bio I'm reading.

Obejection 1: He was an alcoholic druggie.
Rebuttle: No duh... he was a rock star. I'll just pretend drugs and alcohol don't exist and listen to Anne Murray and go to church every day and think about unicorns. Oh wait unicorns are evil.

Objection 2: The title- "I'll Sleep when I'm Dead" implies the non existence of an afterlife which implies the nonexistence of God.
Rebuttle: Befuddlement


Whasian Update: She's still super cute. And I got to feed her today. :)