HAS.

http://www.helloquizzy.com/results/the-personality-defect-test/?fromCGI=1&var_Rationality=2&var_Extroversion=1&var_Brutality=5&var_Arrogance=1

i haaaaaaaaaaaaaate when someone's missing off my top friends on myspace and i can't figure out who. and then i become obsessed with "did i get deleted or did they delete their page" like i really give a shit, just because i have to know. ugh.

also, "Dr. Seuss math/noise rock from Bloarzeyd"


i love my job.

"Los Doggies plays songs & music in many different keys. We'd like to use all 24,576 available keys before we die. If for one day, all the creatures on Earth compiled their selfish songs into one pantonal supersong, the 24,576 keys could be used. Los has written such a supersong. Its kick drums are thunderclaps, and every continent takes a chorus. There is also a god solo. Yeah fucky. Every key."



i lol'd.

today i found (or rediscovered, i'm not sure which) a dent in my forehead. i almost got pulled over, my car spazzed out on the highway a couple times, my turn signals are still shoddy, and work, again, was ugh.

i hate days like this.

yeah, every day, more and more, i get the feeling that the people i work with don't like me. ugh. why am i still in high school?

hahahahahahah oh my god.

brown.

the building i work in is having a brown out. 5 or so computers work, and aside from the 6 of us who are still here, everyone else is out doing their sales thing, home waiting for things to clear up, or working out of another office. the coffee machine doesn't work. the elevators don't work (11 floors!!!!!). those stairs kicked my ass this morning. all of my "thursday" stuff that i need to do is riding on whether the servers come back on. if not, i'm pretty much screwed as i'm missing tomorrow morning for a funeral. wonderful.

eavesdropping

this may be an ongoing list, who knows...


great things overheard while hanging out on willow street:


i ain't dyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyin' (repeat about 25 times), you handicapped bitch!

so we all know that i love songs that repeat words (think paulson's "programs" and so many dynamos' "we panic in a pew"), and i get a lot of press releases at work that repeat themselves at every line break for god knows why, to fill space? this one especially made me laugh.

"drawing on talent from its own congregation and parish school, st. thomas's episcopal episcopal church in new haven will stage rodgers and hammerstein's american musical musical classic the sound of music on august 1, 2, 3, 7, 8, and 9.

the inaugural production of the st. thomas's community players, the show features the features the rev. mo lederman, the church's associate rector, as maria, the would-be nun be nun who becomes governess to the von trapp family of austria on the eve of world war world war II...."

and it continues from there.


also, a dude is playing the nun. srsly.

check out the graphics on this site!
http://guilfordvfw.com/rockthevets.htm

sweet deal. also, it says In The Pink is playing. that's the name of my dad's old floyd tribute band. i wonder if they're reuniting.

after yesterday....

i worked an unexpected 12-hour day yesterday. mostly because of bridal lists. ok, completely because of bridal lists. after watching bridezillas on sunday night, yesterday was much more painful than expected. so, today, this is pretty much what's going on:





end.

absoludicrous.

so, in the past month & a half or so, my life has sort of exploded. in the last week, shit has gotten ridiculous. i actually hurt my face smiling today. and i may or may not have just unofficially quit smoking. this is what you do to me. and it's awesome.

peace out.

an open letter to an ex-boyfriend:

you wanted a new post? well here it is. you're getting one. i know i'm gonna see you today, and also next weekend, but i want you to know that i would much rather never see you again. you're graduating today. that's great. congratulations. i'm ecstatic that you're leaving. you have done nothing but bring me down and be a terrible friend for the last 2.5 months. we don't even talk anymore. it's amazing how quickly we turned into that line from my hoodie. but have a good summer. have fun with your geographically convenient girlfriend. it'll be good for you to lie to someone else for a change. you have no idea how much it hurt me that she spent your last night of college with you, and you wouldn't be with me for mine. no idea. or maybe soon you will know what something like that feels like. i don't really care. we've drifted apart, and you made sure of it. it's time to be honest with myself and know that we can't be friends.

i'm digging a hole for the days of the old.

last night i went to the trackside teen center in wilton for a super cheesy dancey rock show. my friend alex came with me, and we both had a good time, considering we were quite possibly the oldest people there excluding parents and band members. that seems to happen to me a lot, as i love pop music, but that's just how it goes.

i wish my friend mike had been doing the sound for this show. it's always way too loud when he does, but it sounds amazing. this time around, the vocals were muddy and way too soft, but everything else sounded alright. there were some issues with the mic cable, but nothing major.

brighten played first. i caught a little bit of their set the night before at the space, but i had no idea they would be playing the trackside show. we must have gotten there right as they went on, but i saw someone i knew out front and we chatted for a bit before heading in.

sing it loud were up next. alex and i saw them last wednesday at the webster underground with valencia, charlotte sometimes, and we the kings. i was really only excited to see them because the bass player (who is a guy) looks eerily like my college roommate jen. it's the hair, mostly.

farewell came on next, and i was really excited to see them. i haven't gotten into their entire record, but there are a few songs that are really fun. they opened with "start it up," which is my favorite song off their cd.

the fourth band of the evening was every avenue, and they are the reason i wanted to go to this show in the first place. i must have played their album 40 times all the way through in the last week. they sound like the illegitimate love child of two of my favorite bands, bedlight for blue eyes and cartel. they're nice straight-up dancey pop rock. twice during their set, the lead singer tried to get me and my friend to move up closer to the front (i always stand in the back at shows, especially shows at teen centers) but we stayed put.

closing out the night, hit the lights played a decently long set. i'm not too familiar with them, so i only recognized one song. everyone else seemed pretty into it, though. one of their guitar players also tried to get us to move up front. i just put my hood on and gave a double thumbs-up in response. i knew the second-to-last song they played, and all the kids got really into it thinking it was their last song. they walked off stage, but the house music didn't come back on, and everyone knows that means encore.

one acoustic song later, the show was over. i said goodbye to the girl i knew, and alex and i made our way back to my car. i played both songs we wanted to hear every avenue play that didn't make it into their set, which is usually how i end every show i go to. it's perfectly acceptable to listen to a band on your way home from seeing them live, but it's bad luck to listen to them at any time during the day of a show. since i couldn't listen to it all morning at work, i played that record twice through on the way home.

it was absolutely worth the super long drive and the $12 to get in. there's nothing i enjoy more than seeing my favorite music as it happens.

it's peanut butter jelly time.

i'm jealous that nothing in my house sounds like this. is that nerdy of me?


i went to a show tonight. it was awesome. i'm pretty sure i was the oldest person there. expect a full update on that tomorrow after i've gotten some sleep.

i <3 the internet.

i'm so glad i didn't have plans today, because if i wasn't here i wouldn't have seen this:


Soulja Boyz II Men from jeff on Vimeo.

this battlefield feels like home.

not really a lot to say right now. you probably can tell since i haven't updated in forever. i saw leatherheads today. john krasinski is a total babe. but if you know me, then you already know that i knew that.




anyway, all i can say is that my friends are great. with one exception, you've all really been there for me these past few weeks, which is all i can ask for.
thank you.

well that all depends what you qualify as friends

i own that. not the original, but a print. it is very dear to me, and it's also rare. i'm sure some crazy kurt halsey fans on ebay would pay an assload to get it since i bought it maybe 3 years ago (maybe 2) when he released it, and that's the only time it was made available. someone on the kurt halsey lj community is looking for it, and after thinking about selling it for a couple months..... i just can't. i mean, look at it. ughhhhhhh.

long time no talk

i just want to say that i haven't posted in about a week because i've been too busy rocking the fuck out to pretty. odd. a new post is coming, i promise.


also, two and a half men is terrible and i can't stop watching it. someone save meeeeee.

so this is pretty awesome.

thanks, lauren.

liking a band just because they're fun and dancey is a lot better than liking a band just because their singer is hot.

"you guys never seize to amaze me!"
^^ i really hate when that happens. learn your language.






^^^ but i love it when that happens. you can sing those songs to each other. awesome.

it's funny, because it's funny. also because it's true.

oh, daria. we're so similar. your boyfriend's hotter than my not-boyfriend though.

whenever i see twitchy headlights in my rearview, i think of him.

eight days of hell

i hate march.
i won't see most of my unh friends before they graduate unless we're outside of school, because i can't go to that apartment anymore.
i also hate pretty much everything else.



this post is a downer.

put a bastard in it, you cork!

so my dad and i are watching futurama, the episode where fry needs 50 cents more to bail bender out of jail, goes to his old bank account, and finds out he's got a ton of money.

my dad was like "i wonder if that's a real amount, or if they just made something up?"


so i found an interest earning calculator, and found out that 93 cents at 2.25% for 1000 years is indeed $4,283,508,449.71.



that is all.

who gives a fuck about an oxford comma?

^^^ this has been making me laugh for the last ten minutes. so good.

and honestly, i have been begging for answers...

ok seriously.... if you haven't seen that movie (^^^) or if you have and you don't love it.... what's wrong with you?


i went with my mom to see that today. i saw it once before with jesse, i loved it just as much if not more today. i did find it amusing that babies grow to be a perfect size to hold in your arms. i never really thought about that before.

mom and i went to the liquor store on the way home. the weather is disgusting up here, really cold/rainy/windy, so i was like "let's get drunk and watch moooooooovies!" and apparently she was down.

after we started drinking, and don't ask me how, she asked me how often per week i'm around weed. i was like "what?!" and she said because i smoke cigarettes and she knows about it, she's convinced that i smoke a ton of weed. she says i'm unmotivated because i don't have a "real job" yet. and "according to the latest research", "unmotivation" is a classic tell-tale sign of a nasty marijuana habit. i laughed at her. she said that because i'm unmotivated and a slob, i need to quit weed and get my life on track. i reminded her that i've been a slob my entire life. she cited my great grandmother telling her that how clean your house is is a sign of your self-respect. apparently because my room's a disaster, i don't respect myself. i laughed really hard at this. she said that since my great grandmother and grandmother on my dad's side were/are really organized/clean, and my mother and uncle are also super organized, that i have genetic characteristics that i'm not honoring. i tried to tell her that that's bullshit, and i am how i am because this is how i turned out, and i asked her to please continue to make me feel like shit for just existing, because she hasn't done that in a while.



then i asked her when she was gonna attack me for not honoring my genetic artistic abilities, since i can't draw for beans, and she and my cousin can draw really well.



she shut up after that.


more importantly, my good friend jamie told me that when she saw juno, she thought that she reminded her of me.....only not pregnant. i think that's awesome.

where's my paulie bleeker?

let's write a song that we can sing to...

...and you can lead the choir, and put the hook where it hurts the most. and you threw a spark that lit the candle that set us all on fire, and sent a flame down the eeeeeeeeast coast!



so yesterday was mayday parade at the blender theater in the city with lauren & jamie. ronnie was there. it was good times. i had way too much shit in my bag to function (2 hoodies plus all my garbage, a ds, a camera, and an assload of cough drops, to name a few things), so when we were sitting i was like "aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh" and i'd write down random things. one of the dudes in pierce the veil totally had hair just like rufio, which was only funnier than it could have been on it's own because we watched hook the night before. at some point i'll post what's in the book.

after the show we were supposed to hand out stickers, and we ended meeting a couple of pretty hilarious dudes from kids of survival. talked to them for a bit, probably deeply offended both of them, but they stuck around anyway. heard the worst joke of my life. and loved it.

it was a good night.

losing the feeling of feeling unique.

so i'm watching that ^^ just now, and i'm thinking "wow, me and the panic kid have kinda the same haircut....except his is way more balki.

bless this earth, my soul, the universe.

me: seriously i'm better than that, what the fuck
ben: theyre just idiots
me: i don't care, they make me hate myself a little bit for not learning my lesson
ben: there is nothing wrong with you, they're fuckers if they dont realize how awesome you are
me: thanks, ben.
ben: anytime
me: it's been a long time since someone said i was awesome without me trying to be funny to impress them. so thanks.
ben: easy enough to tell the truth



so this totally made me cry.
it could be the ridiculous amount of alcohol i've had for a tuesday.
also could be that the closet-emo kid in me is really just who i am after all.
maybe i just really appreciate my good friends.


either way, now that i feel like a complete lame-ass AND put it on the internet, i'm going to bed.


i love bound stems.

that is all.

i'll have you know i'm scared to death

i realized, just now, that the closest i'm ever gonna get to walking gatsby on a leash is pulling on a piece of yarn that he's got in his mouth.

and all my life i've had that something to make me whooooooooooole again

the word "blogging" makes me think of this:




only, not that part, the part where they talk about jogging. i was too lazy to see if that was actually on youtube. haha.


this goes out to chris!


(harry potter is totally in that video).

say hello, say hello

i went for a job interview today.
i feel like this place takes themselves way too seriously, but what the hell. i need money. it fits into my b&n schedule, which i'm apparently keeping from now till forever since chris sat me down and said newsstand looks amazing and our sales have gone up since i started fixing it a month or so ago. a tiny bit of validation was all i needed to not rip my steering wheel off my car today.


anyway.
i was doing some thinking in the car, which is the only place i really think besides the shower....
i haven't called my grandpa to wish him a happy birthday. his birthday was january 10th. i know that makes me a super asshole, but every time i talk to them they totally make me feel like slitting my wrists for not having a career job yet. i'm supposed to have my entire life figured out because they had their entire lives figured out by 20.
this quarter life crisis that i heard john mayer sing about when i was 19 or so, and have heard about more and more since then, it's really awful. you graduate from college and if you don't have an immediate high-paying job, your family thinks of you as a failure. nevermind that the economy has gone to shit thanks to the president that some of them helped elect, and i'm supposed to be above that or some shit. but i'm supposed to have my entire life figured out now, and i'm not even okay with the idea of starting that life already. i'm 23. i have no fucking clue what to do with my life. everyone i know that has a high (compared to retail bullshit) paying job totally hates it, but they choose to live at home and their parents stay out of their way. i want to get out, my parents are up my ass, and at this point i'm convinced i will never make enough to get out, i'll end up living in their basement with gatsby and turning into the comic book guy, except he ran his own business so he can still be considered mildly successful.



i severely dislike my life.

minor annoyance

i thought of something.
previously unthought of by me, at least today, but anyway.

i was folding my laundry. i hate doing laundry. actually i kinda like it. it's ocd. but i hate having to do it. i guess. aaaaaaaaanyway.

for some reason i'm a moron when it comes to being able to tell if my shirts are inside out or not. i have a long-sleeve shirt i wear to work, that i could have sworn to high hell was inside out, so i stuck my arm up the sleeve to turn it around. i saw the cuff, and it was the way it was supposed to be and i was like "whaaaa?" so then i realized that i'm just a fuckin retard and the shirt was fine. but i was so pissed that i'd stretched out one arm and not the other. i wasn't about to stretch out the other arm, i don't like it when my clothes get stretched out before i wear them (which is basically never, but still). now, not only is one sleeve stretched out and gross, it's uneven. two things that will surely annoy me all day the next time i wear that shirt.


i guess it's not really minor, i'm kinda perturbed thinking about wearing it.

i had a dream last night we drove out to see las vegas

something i find really sad: i think of really awesome things to write about in the shower, and while i'm driving. two places i really can't write down any of my good ideas. apparently the universe is telling me i need those giant bath crayons, and also a tape recorder. needless to say, by the time i sit down here, all my "brilliant" musings and rants of the day are gone. not always gone forever, as i tend to space out at work and then go "OH!" and write something down when i remember it, but gone for now, and that sucks. i'm sure this post would be much more interesting if i were writing about something other than not ever remembering what i wanted to write about.


....



gatsby always looks pissed at me. tonight he looks extra-pissed, but that's hopefully because one of my parents shut him in the basement before they left a little while ago, and i spent about 20 minutes tear-assing through the house looking for him hoping he wasn't in the dryer.



mayday parade is my new favorite thing ever. this might be the first time i got into a band right BEFORE they rolled through town. town in this case means nyc, but still. i'm hoping i can go.
also, minus the bear is playing like a billion dates around here in april. going to as many of those as i can, those doods rule.


lost tonight. after last week, i think i can handle anything. fucking sayeed, haha. i need to listen to desmond speak more. his accent is wonderful.


ok. i'm gonna rock out a little bit since i'm home alone. also, i'm working on a blanket and i wanna get as much of it done as possible before i lose interest and put it in my bin of unfinished projects. it's a big bin. i have the attention span of a 16 year old.

ughhhhhhhhhhhh

flcl might be my new favorite thing ever.
it's more ridiculous than excel saga.
if that's even possible.
actually, it's probably not.



this house makes me want to go away for good.




i have more to write.
i just don't have time tonight.

this may end up being your downfall, but...

for some reason, and this might just be because up until i was 20 years old pretty much everyone i knew never cared what i had to say or never asked what i thought about something, or laughed at what i thought about something solely because it was what i thought, but andy cohen calling me to ask me a question and saying that he values my opinion made me feel good.



that is all.

experiments in audio rocketry

i used to listen to this show religiously. excluding summer breaks, of course, because jon's taste in music really doesn't do anything for me. but i stopped tuning in for a while. i listened 2 weeks ago. couldn't listen last week because i was out and about getting my accidentally awesome haircut, and wnhu doesn't come in on actual radio up here. but i tune in today, late as usual, to the start of "we looked like giants" by death cab, and all i could think was "omgomg deathcab." it's good to start with something you love a lot.

this town needs guns, nice.

i just made up the word "webvestigate." someone else probably thought of it first, but i'm kinda proud that that just fell out of my brain without me trying to be funny. it's not funny.

jeez, prog-y mathrock block, guys.

so i suppose i should start off (halfway through the post, right?) by saying that this new blog will be mostly ADD style ranty/empty posts about my reactions to things that happen, and also filled with a lot of nothing because let's be honest, i always have nothing to say. i feel like i haven't written enough lately, and also that my livejournal really just puts me in a mood to bitch about the same things. maybe it's because i know my friends on there don't read my entries unless i put youtube videos in them, and i'm too lazy to do that all the time. also, i know that no one will read this, save for a few close friends, so i can pretty much say anything without offending anyone. like i'm offensive as it is. blahh.


dear jon,
turn down the fucking voicebreak music when someone's talking.

sincerely,
wnhu listener


i hate the jazz song.

i'm gonna go do something. that's, of course, a lie. i will continue to sit here. but i feel like giving myself the opportunity to do something if i wanted to.