Concert Memories

I've been doing some research on Gavin DeGraw. Apparently, he's drunk at most of his shows, if not all. And he says some funny things.

There was one thing he said last night that I finally remembered. He was introducing a song (I think it was Follow Through). And it went a little something like this.... (paraphrased except for the last quote)

You're out on a date, and you really like this girl. And so you say, Hey, I really like you. And she replies, Hey, I really like you, too. And you're like, I've never liked anyone so fast before. And she says, I haven't liked anyone so fast before either. But then you start thinking, if she fell so fast for you, she's probably fallen fast for other people. And if so, how many? How many times has she fallen fast for someone? And then, you reach across the table, take her hand in yours and say, "If you cheat on me, I'll f***ing kill you."

Michael Tolcher Is One of My Many Heroes!

The Aliens are coming
(Gasp)
The Aliens are coming
(What?)
The Aliens are coming
Pave the World!

After seeing Michael in concert last night, I find him highly amusing. And he's got a pretty awesome cd too. You should definitely check it out.

Gavin DeGraw was enjoyable. The guy had to have been drunk or high out of his mind. I have never seen someone's eyes sparkle that much. It was like he had two tiny Tinker Bell's where his eyes should be. There was just this crazy amount of light coming from them.

Maybe he was possessed.

On the quite hilarious side, my friend Aaron grabbed Gavin's butt. And this one kid kept screaming out random things. He was fun. Of course, he wasn't so fun before the concert began, when he and his girl were trying to convince me to get naked.

Me. Naked. At a concert.

The two of them were chanting and trying to get other people to chant with them. The guy even said he'd take off his clothes if I'd do it.

I was like, Are you on crack? I came to watch a concert and hear some good tunes, not wind up on a Girls Gone Wild tape somewhere.

Some people are nutso calypso.

My New Name is Grace!

I just tripped going up the stairs. And not in the stairwell, where only God can see me in all my ungraceful glory.

Out in the lobby. I tripped out on the lobby stairs. I fell completely down... nearly hit my head on one of the steps.

In front of everybody!

Well, not everybody. I doubt the world population could fit into Summit's lobby. But still. It was embarrassing.

It's funny now. But it was embarrassing when it occurred.

Today is just not my day.

Time! Humph!

This morning, I was getting ready for my geography class. I was doing fine on time. I left my room at 9:59. Granted, the class starts at 10, but the professor is always five minutes late. So, I'm walking to class.

And I notice there's no one outside. Usually you see a few stragglers (like myself), but there was no one. So I check my Tink watch, which informs me that it's 10:25! And the class I'm going to is one where the door gets locked to keep late stragglers out!

Sad and unsettled, I trudge back up to my room. And there, I find that it's only 10:08! What the crap is this all about? Time can't make up its mind or something? It's one time here and another time across the room?

So, I check every clock I can find. And they're all sporting the same time. Except for Tink.

By the time I've verified the actual time, I'm way late for class. Now, I'm just sitting here, copying down some study questions for my Anthropology class.

I love you, Tink-watch. But don't ever do that to me again! I like Professor Canerday's class!

Humph!

Worn Out!

*Yawn*

I am so worn out.

Not from today, I guess. I've not done much of anything today. I mean, I studied for Anthropology some. But other than that, I've just sat here in a daze.

Yesterday was Rory's birthday. Bradley and I took her out to get scrubbed clean. Rory enjoyed that. And then, Bradley and I noticed that the Vintage Books place, that we always talk about going in but haven't done so yet, was open! So, we pulled in and went perusing among the thousands of books that were there for our perusal.

Now, not all the books were vintage per se. They weren't all a million years old. But they were all second-hand. I found three great ones: Angela's Ashes (in hardback!), Peter Pan, and A Wrinkle in Time. There were also a lot of old leather bound editions of various books.

It was awesome. I was squealing and acting all retarded. But I couldn't help it. Book-homes such as that store excite me beyond belief!

Then, we headed for Lake Dardanelle. We were going to study. And enjoy the scenery.

Studying turned into a three hour extravaganza search for seashells along the water's edge. We found a lot of pretty ones.

Then, we decided to walk along this jetty or whathaveyou (this long path that went out into the water). We were just enjoying the walk when Bradley squeals! Bradley hardly ever squeals! But she squealed. And she goes, "Look!" And there were two Canadian geese (very beautiful)! One was lying down very close to our walkway and the other was closer to the water. They both looked at us menacingly. We were sore afraid. But we kept on walking and viewed the rest of the walking trail.

We head back to Rory, and as we pass by the Canadian geese, the one who is lying down looks at us so evilly! I always thought Canadian geese were pretty. But I never want one to be that close to me ever again!

It was madness, I tell you. Madness.

Scamming the American Public!

Went to Kroger's today. Found a great deal on my favorite water: 2 24pks for $9.00. Normally, this would run about $14.00. So, I bought the two for nine.

When I got out to Rory (who's birthday is tomorrow!!), I found out that I had been charged 7.49 for each package of water! What is that all about? Bradley just looked at me funny when I pointed this out. So, I hightailed my rear back into Kroger's for a refund. Turns out, I ended up getting over-charged 6.50!

Bradley probably thought I was nuts for having gone back in. I mean, we had ordered pizza. It was already finished, awaiting us to pick it up and savor in its delicious-ness!

But I had to go back in. I had to get that six dollars back! I mean, that six dollars could buy at least two gallons of gas!

Maybe I am my father's daughter after all.

Keep Your Mouth Shut!

Tom DeLay, here's a little friendly advice. Shut your trap! Just because other members of government aren't doing what you want them to do, because they're following, oh, I don't know, a little document I'd like to call The Constitution, doesn't mean you can get up every morning and gripe them out on CSPAN. Get yourself a blog or something. If someone wants to hear what you have to say, they can read your blog. Otherwise, shut up. I certainly don't want to hear what you have to say. You're wasting not only my time, but thousands of other people's time.

And you're using up perfectly good oxygen.

Have you even read the Constitution, Mr. DeLay?

Judging from your daily temper-tantrums, no, you haven't read it. So, go read it, and then maybe, someone will want to listen to you.

Ugh. I'm in a sour mood this morning. Didn't fall asleep until two in the morning! Therefore, I awoke with a migraine. Blech. So, I am missing my first class(which I've never missed!) and trying to clear my head up before Anthropology.

And will someone please duct-tape Tom DeLay's mouth shut?

Where Was I?

Ten years ago today, where was I?

Well, I was in elementary school in Oklahoma. I was in the fourth grade and in reading class at the time of OKC Bombing on April 19, 1995.

I remember the teachers telling us what happened. I remember wearing a blue ribbon for weeks after the attack, in memory of those who were lost.

I remember my first visit to the site of the bombing. The first time I saw the memorial site, the survivor tree, and the note spray-painted on the wall by the rescuers. And the first time I saw the museum, with its pieces of clothing and other artifacts that were found in the rubble of what was the Alfred. P. Murrah Federal Building. The sound areas with recorded screams of terror that were heard that day on the streets of Oklahoma City.

The memorial they've built is absolutely beautiful. If you haven't had the chance to see it, I strongly recommend it. It's just.. stunning. I've been several times while I was high school... although I've not been in recent years.

No matter how many times America is attacked by whoever feels like attacking us, I will never forget the OKC bombing. I was ten years old.

And that was the first time that I didn't feel safe in my country.

Heck YES!

So, I got myself another private room! And Bradley is going to be next door! It's just down the hall from where I am now... near the secret stairs! Yes yes yes yes yesssssssssssss!

I'm so excited! What a great way to start off a Monday!

And I'm all registered for great classes next fall. Intermediate French, Intro to Linguistics, Comparative Government, Principles of Economics, and Religions of the World!!

*dances to "Canned Heat"*

So, this Bulldog walks up to a Great Pyrennes..

My dog... is a homosexual.

At least, I think he is. If not, he's just overly friendly with some male bulldog he's picked up from God knows where.

My sister and mom have been telling me about this new dog that Duke hangs around... and that he's always there from sun down til sun up. And how friendly the two of them are together.

And Smashers made a few cracks about how she knew Duke was gay all along.

I really think he might be.

I just met Duke's buddy, who I guess is nameless. He's a nice dog. I mean, he doesn't attack you or anything. It's just.. bizarre.

In other news... I finished Closer. I didn't think it was all that horrible. I mean, yeah, the language was rough in places, but overall, I thought it was a good movie. The acting was phenomenal. The Best Supporting Actor and Actress nominees that Clive Owen and Natalie Portman got were well-deserved.

Come to think of it, I've heard worse language at school.

I think I might need a support group. Not for viewing Closer. That didn't traumatize me. Not like that scene between Isabelle Huppert and Jason Schwartzman in I Heart Huckabees did. Whoo... don't think I'll ever get that one out of my head.

But my dog is potentially gay! What is that about! Are there documented cases of that happening? I mean, I can understand it going on in humans. But in dogs?

I mean, I'm not going to love him any less. But hello! It's a dog. And Duke didn't even pick a pretty dog, like a Lab or something. He picked a bulldog. And Duke's a gorgeous dog. It's like... Lisa Marie Pressley marrying Michael Jackson.

Okay, maybe it's not THAT bizarre, but still.

I'm speechless. Flock of flippin' seagulls.

Getting Closer to Oscar Wilde

So, I'm watching Closer. I've heard mixed reviews about it. Some people have told me its absolutely fabulous. Others have told me it's absolute trash. But I wanted to see it from the first time I saw the trailer, so here I am, watching it on a Saturday night.

While I'm finishing up my preparation outline for my Oscar Wilde speech. It's kind of weird, clashing together poetry with a movie such as this.

I did watch Finding Neverland earlier. It was great. Johnny Depp should have gotten the Best Actor Oscar for that one. It was very good.

I would like to read the original book by JM Barrie. I don't know where I shall find it. Perhaps in a library?

Nearly an hour into Closer, I fail to see why some individuals refer to it as trash, wishing they "could burn every copy in existence." The way the time jumps is kind of confusing, though. I think I'm one place and suddenly, I'm a year into the future.

I do enjoy the British accents. Those are fun.

A Song.

Oh...
I'm going to lose my scholarship
Do Dah Do Dah
I'm going to lose my scholarship
Oh, Yippee Skippy Yay
Have to move back home
With me Mom and Dad
Work forever
In a Factory
Oh, Yippee Frickin' Skippin' YAY

See you guys in Nowheresville.

Discrimination!

According to last night's episode of The Daily Show with Jon Stewart, there is a new form of discrimination that is on the rise.

And this time, I just might be a target.

Apparently, a city in Florida is beginning to segregate the businesses. Any type of tattoo parlor must be functioning in a certain area away from the main part of the city.

It doesn't stop there, folks.

Those with tattoos have skin that is no longer skin-colored in one area. Thus, these people are being referred to as "people of color."

I guess that makes me one of them. I do have a tattoo. And at the spot where the tattoo is, my skin is no longer skin-colored. Technically, I am a person "of color."

I don't know how far this discrimination has gone. Has it reached the national level? Should I be worried? Will I become ostracized because my skin is a different color than normal? And what is normal, anyway? Who can say what the normal skin color is? Is there a specific person who has a specific job of going around and analyzing whether or not your skin color is normal?

I think I will have to organize a march on Washington.

Of course, that depends on Rory, who has leaked a foot long line of oil since early this morning when the rain stopped. It's like... a flock of seagulls. It's all I can say about Rory.

And the discrimination.

Auntie Em! It's a Twister!

So, yeah. A tornado blew through here about an hour or so ago. Not necessarily here where I am currently sitting, but in this general area. I was in class when it happened. We finished our class in the hallway. That was fun.

Fortunately(or unfortunately, depending on how you look at the situation), the tornado didn't do any damage to anything I know about. My truck, Rory, is still in her parking spot, leaking more oil than usual. My room is still here; my laptop, Kip, is still sitting on the desk. Vaughn is still in the window, and my bed is still unmade. The loaf of bread on my desk is moldy, and although I did 2 loads of laundry yesterday, I have enough to do another load today.

Tornado or not, it's still just a Monday.

The Battle that Wasn't

The Battle of the Halls was this last week.

Last year, me and Jenjer participated like crazy. We went to nearly every event, giving our Paine Hall all kinds of support. We acted in the skit, pulled in the tug-of-war, cheered on dodgeball night.

But this year, I didn't get to participate. I'm not as involved in my hall as I was last year. I also had to work during most of the events.

And my Battle partner wasn't here to battle with me.

I miss Jenjer. :(

Stupid Exam!

I had to take the extremely stupid Rising Junior Exam today. It doesn't count in the first place, and it took two and half hours of my life! The proctors made us feel like we were five or something. It was really dumb. :(

It's a quiet weekend. Not much to do, except sleep.

Anyone want to take a quiz about me? Quiz Me!

Blah

I hate the world. There. I said it. Do you hear me, World? I hate you.

And I hate the weather. Stupid weather won't make up its frickin' mind. And so my allergies have nearly eaten me alive. I missed two classes today and I won't be able to give blood this week either. Stupid stupid allergies and stupid swollen lymph nodes. Gosh!

To top it all off, I've got a stupid anthropology exam tomorrow. The World is OUT TO GET ME!

Okay, Mom, this is for you. Thanks to the writers of Reality Bites, I have a fantastic voicemail message that drives my mother insane. But I lurve it. So there.

At the beep please leave your name, number and a brief
justification for the ontological necessity of modern man's existential dilemma
and we'll get back to you.

I'm Not a Hero!

So, I tried to give blood today. But my iron was too low, so no blood donoring for me!

I'm sad about that. I was really hyped up for it. But alas, I will try again tomorrow or the next day. So, PSA: Give blood if you can! :)

I got a new ISP. It took me forever for me to get disconnected from Wal-Mart Connect. Why can't they just say, "Okay, I'm sorry you are cancelling your service, but let me get you fixed up right away." ? Instead, they try to scam you in for months and months. Oh, they make me so angry.

This storm came and kicked our backsides last night. It was pretty cool. The lightening was so pretty.

Someone said I was a funny girl. Imagine that! ;)

Time is Not on MY Side!

Okay. I want my hour back. I'm tired and there's not enough time for homework, class, and sleep. Daylight Savings Time be damned! Do we really need to lose an hour right now? Can't it wait until I have less to do?

As I'm finding out, the world does not revolve around me. Unfortunately.

But if the world did revolve around me, the number one thing on my mind is why Mountain Dew is green. I mean, think about it. Dew is generally clear water droplets, right? Sierra Mist, another mountain-y drink, is clear. So why is Mountain Dew green? Is it from a radioactive mountain?

I don't know. I was just wondering.

I'm watching Farrah Fawcett on Regis and Kelly, and I must say, she must be on crack or something. She needs to cut back or something. She could be the poster girl for why you shouldn't do drugs.

And now, I'll leave you with the start of a poem or something that I thought of on my way to Government.

The sky is unforgiving today.

One wrong step,

And you're drenched

By a torrent

Of rain.

Shame on you, Ashton!

Okay, so the King of Punk'd finally punk'd the fantastic Mr. Michael Vartan. But, guess what? Mr. Mikey V didn't find it to be all that funny. And you know what? Neither did I! I happen to like your show every once in a while, but I'm glad he refused to sign the release agreement. You don't make up plane trouble like that! That is like a nightmare come true!

Slamber-Rambow commented, which made my Thursday brighter. Thanks for stopping by, Rambow!

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