This was my all time favorite band until they kicked out their lead singer... Now they suck! I'm still a bit bitter.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Songs for the Days!
Crossing the River Styx...I am totally in love with this song today. Just so you know.
Also. Neko Case. <3
Also my lovely, I think your phone is wonky. When I call it doesn't ring, I just get a message saying 'the cellular customer you are calling is unavailable'. I didn't even know phones even said that anymore...
I guess my point is that you should call me. Soonish if you're not all busy with the holidays or whatever. I'm still trying to pretend they're not real. ;P Lots and lots of love.
Also. Neko Case. <3
Also my lovely, I think your phone is wonky. When I call it doesn't ring, I just get a message saying 'the cellular customer you are calling is unavailable'. I didn't even know phones even said that anymore...
I guess my point is that you should call me. Soonish if you're not all busy with the holidays or whatever. I'm still trying to pretend they're not real. ;P Lots and lots of love.
We had these...
really fantastic neighbors that lived behind us. Cute as all get out. Quiet, soft spoken. Covered in tattoos. They had sweet, well behaved little kids.
Then one day they moved out.
I'm not sure who lives there now, but I can tell you that I for sure, despise them.
Every night, every night at 9:15 they crank up the music. Loud music. Heavy bass. They rattle all my pictures. Knock fossils off the shelf. And I hate them. See-red-punch-through-the-wall-massacre-your-stereo kind of hate them.
So now I spend my evenings pounding on the wall. Wailing against the noise. Raging against their very existence. And I will continue to do so until they come to grips with what denotes a 'reasonable' volume.
For the record, I am a reasonable neighbor. I know that community living has its drawbacks. That one of those is knowing way too much about what your neighbors do or say or listen to on the other side of our shared walls. I know that no degree of good craftmanship is going to sound-proof my home and forever block out the endless sounds of life coming from other apartments. I know that ASU is an intrinsic and inescapable facet of life in and around Tempe and that its hell-goblins will inevitably share walls with me. I accept these things.
However, if you cannot keep your music regulated to a volume that does not SHAKE MY BELONGINGS OFF THE COUNTERS I'm going to be forced to make life as difficult as possible for you.
The wall pounding is my warning to you. The first sign of things to come. Take heed.
Then one day they moved out.
I'm not sure who lives there now, but I can tell you that I for sure, despise them.
Every night, every night at 9:15 they crank up the music. Loud music. Heavy bass. They rattle all my pictures. Knock fossils off the shelf. And I hate them. See-red-punch-through-the-wall-massacre-your-stereo kind of hate them.
So now I spend my evenings pounding on the wall. Wailing against the noise. Raging against their very existence. And I will continue to do so until they come to grips with what denotes a 'reasonable' volume.
For the record, I am a reasonable neighbor. I know that community living has its drawbacks. That one of those is knowing way too much about what your neighbors do or say or listen to on the other side of our shared walls. I know that no degree of good craftmanship is going to sound-proof my home and forever block out the endless sounds of life coming from other apartments. I know that ASU is an intrinsic and inescapable facet of life in and around Tempe and that its hell-goblins will inevitably share walls with me. I accept these things.
However, if you cannot keep your music regulated to a volume that does not SHAKE MY BELONGINGS OFF THE COUNTERS I'm going to be forced to make life as difficult as possible for you.
The wall pounding is my warning to you. The first sign of things to come. Take heed.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Today was lame.
I slept until 1pm because it was raining and the sun never came through the windows.
I emerged from my lair to find the house a wreck.
We bought a fish tank stand yesterday because the new tank was too big/heavy for the old bookshelf to support it. It took me the better part of yesterday to put it together since it had literally fifty thousand parts. It can support a max weight of about 1200lbs so I don't know what I was expecting, but that thing was for-serious a hardcore beastie.
The downside to that is that my living room is now full of the dismembered parts of the old bookshelf/all the stuff that was on it that needs to be put away. It's...overwhelming. Ugh. She-she's going to take the old bookshelf but she doesn't know how to put it together, I don't have the instructions, and it's not as straightforward a build as one would assume. So here it will stay until x-mas when I have time to take it over there and put it together.
I've been frantically trying to organize the chaos with little success.
In addition Oscar has been causing trouble since the new tank was installed. For the past couple of weeks it's been sitting on the floor in the hallway. This was nice because he could just lie around on the floor and stare at the fish. Now however, the only really close-up vantage point is from standing on top of the tank. I'm sure you can see the problem with that. Well today he took a flying leap across the living room onto the top of the tank, shattered the glass and fell in. Since then he has forgotten that the glass is no longer there exactly twice, both times resulting in 32 lbs of wet cat, scared fish, and a screaming me. Ugh.
Currently I'm re-washing a mountain of laundry I'd just finished folding since fat-pants catman decided to use it to dry off.
I've also come to the conclusion that our apartment is way too small. It takes WAY too much effort to get all my stuff to fit in here nicely without looking cluttered, and as much as I like organizing things, I'm getting pretty tired of it.
Well, that's all I know. I found my phone but it's dead and my charger is at work so I won't get to call you today. Do you work tomorrow? When are you free? I'll call anyway. Miss you tons and tons. Hope life is tolerable. <3
I emerged from my lair to find the house a wreck.
We bought a fish tank stand yesterday because the new tank was too big/heavy for the old bookshelf to support it. It took me the better part of yesterday to put it together since it had literally fifty thousand parts. It can support a max weight of about 1200lbs so I don't know what I was expecting, but that thing was for-serious a hardcore beastie.
The downside to that is that my living room is now full of the dismembered parts of the old bookshelf/all the stuff that was on it that needs to be put away. It's...overwhelming. Ugh. She-she's going to take the old bookshelf but she doesn't know how to put it together, I don't have the instructions, and it's not as straightforward a build as one would assume. So here it will stay until x-mas when I have time to take it over there and put it together.
I've been frantically trying to organize the chaos with little success.
In addition Oscar has been causing trouble since the new tank was installed. For the past couple of weeks it's been sitting on the floor in the hallway. This was nice because he could just lie around on the floor and stare at the fish. Now however, the only really close-up vantage point is from standing on top of the tank. I'm sure you can see the problem with that. Well today he took a flying leap across the living room onto the top of the tank, shattered the glass and fell in. Since then he has forgotten that the glass is no longer there exactly twice, both times resulting in 32 lbs of wet cat, scared fish, and a screaming me. Ugh.
Currently I'm re-washing a mountain of laundry I'd just finished folding since fat-pants catman decided to use it to dry off.
I've also come to the conclusion that our apartment is way too small. It takes WAY too much effort to get all my stuff to fit in here nicely without looking cluttered, and as much as I like organizing things, I'm getting pretty tired of it.
Well, that's all I know. I found my phone but it's dead and my charger is at work so I won't get to call you today. Do you work tomorrow? When are you free? I'll call anyway. Miss you tons and tons. Hope life is tolerable. <3
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Song of the day!
Ring the bells
When you let me fall
Grew my own wings
Now I'm as tall as the sky
When you let me drown
Grew gills and fins
Now I'm as deep as the sea
When you let me die
My spirit's free
There's nothing challenging me.
When you let me fall
Grew my own wings
Now I'm as tall as the sky
When you let me drown
Grew gills and fins
Now I'm as deep as the sea
When you let me die
My spirit's free
There's nothing challenging me.
Thursday, December 15, 2011
wha-wa-waaaaa
Well with yet another semester down and only two (TWO!) somehow remaining the problem of selecting classes and hashing out some kind of coherent schedule is upon me yet again.
I did register already. I have laid out a practical (if slightly insane) schedule for the spring, but we both know that once the reserved seats opened up I'd be forced to at least consider dropping most/all of those lovely practical classes in favor of something more interesting.
I had several classes in mind, totally useless self-indulgent classes mind you, but classes nonetheless. Since I only have 2 classes left to complete my degree (With a time conflict between them, of course) I have lots of room for the totally ridiculous. Problem is that now that I've opened the door to nonsense classes there are so many I feel compelled to take.
Firstly I am dismayed that the seminar class on Nobokov has only five available seats, and further dismayed that they are all full since statistically speaking, the chances of a seat opening up in there are nill.
Secondly I spent a great deal of time contemplating taking this class on game theory and the possible application of feminist politics and macroeconomic theory to WoW. Not that I care about gaming at all. (Particularly WoW which as I think we all know, is the genital herpes of the gaming world.) Clearly I don't. But just the same, the discussions generated in that class would be amazing.
For a brief moment I contemplated taking Lady Gaga and the Ideology of Otherness, mostly because it would provide a platform for me to complain (ad nauseum) and to a captive audience about the brain parasite that is Lady Gaga. But then I spent some time picturing what the other students in that class would be like. What they would sound like. The kinds of conversations I would have to endure. . .
Do you have any idea how badly the thought of that class, of those discussions frightens me?
Well I registered for Plant Geography instead. Plant. Geography.
Case.
In.
Point.
I just keep seeing that 'leave Brittney alone' video in my head over and over again and the thought of having to sit through even one similar outburst in a CLASS that I PAID FOR makes my skin crawl. No thanks.
As it stands, I have 21 semester hours. 3 math/math related classes, 1 geo class, one anthro class, and two bio seminar classes. My lowest level class is a 394, and I may very well have to kill myself before the semester ends. BUT at least I'll never be bored.
Song of the Day: Ace of Base!!!
Lots of love to you Dear Friend. Miss you terribly.
I did register already. I have laid out a practical (if slightly insane) schedule for the spring, but we both know that once the reserved seats opened up I'd be forced to at least consider dropping most/all of those lovely practical classes in favor of something more interesting.
I had several classes in mind, totally useless self-indulgent classes mind you, but classes nonetheless. Since I only have 2 classes left to complete my degree (With a time conflict between them, of course) I have lots of room for the totally ridiculous. Problem is that now that I've opened the door to nonsense classes there are so many I feel compelled to take.
Firstly I am dismayed that the seminar class on Nobokov has only five available seats, and further dismayed that they are all full since statistically speaking, the chances of a seat opening up in there are nill.
Secondly I spent a great deal of time contemplating taking this class on game theory and the possible application of feminist politics and macroeconomic theory to WoW. Not that I care about gaming at all. (Particularly WoW which as I think we all know, is the genital herpes of the gaming world.) Clearly I don't. But just the same, the discussions generated in that class would be amazing.
For a brief moment I contemplated taking Lady Gaga and the Ideology of Otherness, mostly because it would provide a platform for me to complain (ad nauseum) and to a captive audience about the brain parasite that is Lady Gaga. But then I spent some time picturing what the other students in that class would be like. What they would sound like. The kinds of conversations I would have to endure. . .
Do you have any idea how badly the thought of that class, of those discussions frightens me?
Well I registered for Plant Geography instead. Plant. Geography.
Case.
In.
Point.
I just keep seeing that 'leave Brittney alone' video in my head over and over again and the thought of having to sit through even one similar outburst in a CLASS that I PAID FOR makes my skin crawl. No thanks.
As it stands, I have 21 semester hours. 3 math/math related classes, 1 geo class, one anthro class, and two bio seminar classes. My lowest level class is a 394, and I may very well have to kill myself before the semester ends. BUT at least I'll never be bored.
Song of the Day: Ace of Base!!!
Lots of love to you Dear Friend. Miss you terribly.
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