put a little love in it.

I have this problem called MY LIFE IS A WHIRLWIND AND I DON'T KNOW WHERE TO START.

1) It's not easy moving on from someone that you've been so close to for a year and a half. Everything just fell apart within the last month and I have nobody to blame but myself, but it is what it is. We're trying to be friends... it's just really difficult. Like, I wish he could just be mad at me so he could move on; I hate seeing him sad. But we'll try to make friends work.

2) I learned that I can write 10 pages of term paper in 2.5 hours. Pretty sure this means I'm a winner.

3) I have a new friend. His name is Greg. Sometimes we drink until 4am and talk about our insane lives. Other times we play Trivial Pursuit. Other times he hits me with his billy club and me him with my wrecking balls. It's a magical friendship and I give it an A+, just like the grades we're both going to get in technical writing.

4) Velociraptor means speed... SPEED DINO.

5) I understand derivatives! I don't understand the rest of the stuff in calculus though.

6) Halloween was what it was. I was a pin-up girl on Friday and a beat-up trophy wife on Saturday. Men really liked my boobs on both of these nights.

7) I have a whole lot of zero dollars in my bank account. Think I've got to cut back on my alcohol consumption... because drinking is money and then I have to eat so I'm not so drunk and that's money and then I have to get some smokes and those are money and a drunken night in ends up being $50. I sold two pairs of my plugs and am hoping my money transfer goes through by Wednesday evening or else... or else I have no money to drink on Wednesday.

8) And do other things on Wednesday, but that's neither here nor there.

9) I don't really sleep much anymore. My parents went to Florida two weeks ago and I spent most of those nights in a haze, passing out at 5am and waking up at 10am (far too late for calculus) to get ready for work. Since then, my sleep schedule has been off kilter... and that's why I'm WIDE FUCKING AWAKE right now.

10) Got two new front tires for my car - an early Christmas present from my dad. Did you know that you should be able to drive through a puddle without hydroplaning? This is a new concept for me.

There are 10 trillion things in between the 10 I've mentioned here that I'm not going to go into detail about because I wouldn't even know where to begin. But this is the biggest gist of it all, I promise....

it's my party and i'll kill douchers if i want to

This weekend I remembered why I love my parents so much. And hate pretty much everyone else.

I went home Saturday to celebrate my birthday - of course I showed up much too early while my family was still cleaning and got stuck on Turd Trolley. (Um, note to self? Find a dog that doesn't poop so much.) We went grocery shopping and saw some RULLY PURDY MOUTHS at P&C then went to Rodizio at the Turning Stone.

I have never eaten so much meat in my life.

Also, if someone offers you "meat stuffed with more meat," don't accept it. It's really nasty.

Also also, pray that they either don't serve sausage and croquettes OR that your father isn't an immature five-year old that shouts "I WANT MORE WEINERS AND BALLS" at the dinner table.

On our way out, I witnessed no fewer than 10 people sitting at the bar in Rodizio (I assume they were waiting to be seated). Oh yeah, funny story - the casino doesn't sell alcoholic beverages. They were sitting at a bar DRINKING ALCOHOL THAT THEY BROUGHT WITH THEM... TO THE BAR. I'm sorry, but if I'm going to plop my ass down on a barstool they better make me "SOMETHING CHERRY AND STRONG" because I sure as hell do NOT want to do it myself - that's what I pay people for.

(I know Joe is sitting there going "She doesn't pay me to make her drinks though"... he has to do that. It was part of our dating stipulations. I spent 7 months with a straight-edge guy who balked every time I even mentioned liquor... I'm still a little gunshy.)

Sunday we had a cookout. Ok, awesome. It was my sister's birthday too. I asked my mother to invite uncle John and John Raymond - I'm sorry, but if I'm going to spend an entire day with relatives at least give me some good ones that drink and say crude things. Unfortunately, they were busy... which left me against the conservatives.

Who think my piercings are ugly.
And think if they had a daughter with that "nonsense" in her nose they'd rip it out.
And think I'll never get a job because of my tattoo.
And think I should have already graduated college.
And think I'm stupid for voting for Nader.
And get mad when I say National League baseball is more fun than American League.
And think it's funny that their little punty dogs hump my leg.
And think Nascar is a sport.

I REPEAT: THEY THINK NASCAR IS A SPORT.

Guess what, fuckos? The ability to turn your car counter-clockwise OVER and OVER and OVER and OVER again IS NOT A SPORT.

Whatever though. I went about my merry little way, getting the short end of the stick because my sister had friends over and was completely ignoring the family. We ate grilled food, we had ice cream cake, and then we opened presents. I wasn't expecting much from my parents - they helped me pay for my Macbook - but I got quite a stack of summer clothes. Money from most of the relatives (save my aunt KK, who bought Dunkin Donuts gift cards WOOOOO) then I open the last card...

And there is a $5 scratch-off ticket in the card.

My sister is sitting across from me, giving me the "ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS" eyeballs that we always do (usually in regards to my mom's crazy statements). She opens hers - and it's $45 worth of $5 bills.

(Did my aunt forget about my birthday? Did she have to stop at a gas station on her way over, break my sister's $50 bill and buy me a lottery ticket?)

My mom started laughing and shouted "OH MANNY MAYBE YOU'LL WIN THE LOTTERY!" (I love my drunk mother) and I walk inside to show my father. Who starts going batshit crazy and complains about government workers and how they don't care about anyone but themselves and he knew this would happen. I've told my parents time and time again that my aunt does NOT like me... finally they agree and understand.

Oh yeah... and I didn't even win $1.

So Dear Auntie, next time, just save the trouble. Remember this adage: No gift is better than a gift that shouts "I'M A CHEAP ASSHOLE (THAT DRIVES A BEEMER.)"

cuz on the east coast we ride

I cleaned out my car on Thursday night.

See, I had the choice of hanging out with Joe and his friends OR watching Grey's Anatomy - they were watching the baseball game(s) so watching of the Holy Grail and drinking some Buds with the boys couldn't happen simultaniously. Of course I chose Grey's. So I get in my car to drive home and it smells like nail polish remover. I know for a fact that the bottle of remover I bought for my copper patina-making project was in my apartment foyer and the smell was DISTINCTIVELY acetony... so somewhere in the annals of my Cavi was a slightly opened bottle of Cutex.

So I stopped at the creepy Sunoco on State and James (right across the street from the sex offender brothel), bought some garbage bags and parked my car in the empty lot on Pearl Street - because there was no way in hell that I could clean out my car whilst parallel-parked near my apartment.

I found lots of fun things.

Nail polish remover wasn't one of them.

Here, revel in my artifacts with me:

- A take-out box of sauercraut (oh thanks Eva's)

- Enough change to feed the meter for a week

- My leather bomber jacket

- 6 GARBAGE BAGS OF CLOTHING

- 3 DUFFEL BAGS OF CLOTHING

- My Rome Savings debit card

- A can of chicken

- A box of Kleenex

- An entire pirate costume

- Six canisters of lip gloss

- Unopened pantyhose

- Three pillows

- A retarded stuffed dinosaur from a crane machine game

- A FOURTH OF JULY CAKE MIX

Um so I'm a grimy person apparently.

I dropped off the garbage at my apartment and the six garbage bags of clothes (and pillows) at Salvo and was astonished to find, hiding in the corner of my trunk under those bags, my CD case. Back when I was with Matt, he bought me one of those plushy CD carriers to put all my music in and I guess I forgot about it completely. So I opened it up and it was a goldmine of CDs I didn't even realize I was missing. One by one I've been going through that case and listening to my long-forgotten music...

- Friday's trip to and from work: Foo Fighters "Echoes Silence Pain and Grace"

- Saturday's journey to Rome: The Damnwells "Air Stereo"

- Saturday's journey back to Syracuse: Good Charlotte (Self Titled)

- Sunday's errand-running: Jimmies Chicken Shack "Bring Your Own Stereo"
- Monday's drive to work: Everclear "Welcome to the Drama Club"

Yes... I actually listened to GC's first disc. And I really enjoyed it like I did when I first got it. And I still remember all the words.

(As well as being grimy, I'm also apparently a prepubescent punk rawker.)

...Let this be the last time I fail to clean my car for over a year. I'm afraid that if it happens again, I'm going to end up finding Hanson's self-titled disc and wind up with Mmmbop stuck in my head for days...

i should buy some deoderant

I could have had a real update, seeing as I called in sick to work today, but I spent most of it putzing around, watching terrible television and lamenting over my burning inner weenises.

(Weeni?)

(A weenis is an elbow, an inner weenis is an inner elbow... I know, should have said that in the first place, lest I give up my shocking secret!)

1) It's fucking hot. And on top of that, I am burned to high hell. Going outside HURTS. Plus I'm a sweaty bag of mess.

2) Ben Folds is amazing in concert, even when you're stuck on the third tier of the Dome and no one around you is a Ben Folds fan. That being said... WHO ISN'T A FAN OF BEN FOLDS? Guster was equally amazing and the guy drums by hand. Owwwww.

3) Buffalo "fans" are weird. Did you know there is a "No Standing During Gameplay" rule at Coca-Cola stadium? This must be why the yokals gave me dirty looks when I shouted "I LOVE YOU ROBINSON CANCEL!" Thusly, I feel even worse for Nick Evans and Argenis Reyes because not only are they stuck in a shitty city, they're stuck in a shitty city with weirdo fans.

I will, however, take incredibly perverse pleasure if Ollie gets sent down ;)

4) Chippewa is not Bourbon Street. Once again, weirdo Buffalonians.

5) Joe and I spent $97 at Papaya, an Asian fusion restaurant. I had a passion fruit martini. It was delicious and I never will eat any other Asian food from anywhere else ever again... that's how amazing it was.

6) I got my ear scalpelled on Friday. WOOOOOOO!!!! YAY FOR MATCHY EARS! I love John Joyce and Shelly.

7) According to the retards over at Ace Hardware, there are no such things as diamond dremel bits. Dear Fuckos? My dad just ordered some for me. Please learn your job or get a new one, preferably in something that doesn't require acute knowledge.

Um, that was my weekend in a nutshell. Joe and I have kinda passed the one-year mark (it was a strange beginning and what he believes is our anniversary date is two weeks before when I think it is :P) so yay, go us =D

unf unf unf i love latinos

I know it's Music Monday, but the past three days have been BASEBALLTASTIC and I'm going to keep the tradition alive.

The Chiefs, as I've mentioned, have been playing a four-game series against the Buffalo Bisons - the Mets farm team. We got to the game on Friday as doors opened, had some brewskis and settled into our first-base side, second row seats when all the sudden first baseman Nick Evans comes bumbling out of the dugout -- and cue a tipsy Amanda flying over the guardrail (losing a shoe in the process) screaming "NICK EVANS NICK EVANS NICK EVANS" who stopped to look at me and smile and paused for a picture with me... in which he put his arm around me. Scoreeeee!

The game went underway and yours truly got drunker and started screaming obscenities at Nationals' famewhore Lastings Milledge - I'm not even joking when I say my shouts of "I LOVE RYAN CHURCH MORE THAN YOU" could be heard across the stadium (I love my lung capacity while drunk). I nearly pooped my pants when Bisons shortstop Jose Coronado tossed me a ball en route to the dugout and was ecstatic that second baseman Argenis Reyes kept staring and smiling at me (err, at my boobs).

AWESOME FREAKING GAME.

Then I bought tickets to Saturday's game.

Though Reyes wasn't playing and Evans was playing LF, Saturday was equally as awesome in its own way. Coronado was eye-fucking me - not even kidding, even the guy sitting behind me was like "Uh, the SS is staring at you..." - and I shouted "Mi corazon esta en fuego" for him... multiple times. I saw catcher Robinson Cancel warming up pitchers in the bullpen and started yelling "YEAH ROBINSON CANCEL" and when he walked to the dugout, he smiled and nodded at me. I even told him I loved him =D

I do have tickets for tonight's game, but it looks as if we might get rained out - which is disappointing, because I want to get my ball signed and I made a bitchin' shirt that says the aforementioned "Mi corazon esta en fuego" to wear... but it's okay, because next weekend is Joe and my one-year anniversary (yeah, I know, scary thought) and the Bisons are playing the Chiefs in Buffalo... which would be a nice anniversary day trip :P

...I got shit from Joe's friends because Reyes, Evans and crew aren't REAL Mets but FWIW, many of them played in the major league last year and got sent down thanks to Castillo returning and the cancer that is Gary Sheffield being brought on. Plus, they're literally the closest I will ever get to Ryan Church and Mike Pelfrey. Is it sad that I'm hoping for a few (minor) injuries to my favorite players so they DL and have to play rehab games for the Bisons?...

about my uterus.

I think the only guy that reads this is Don, and we have an agreement: I can talk about my uterus if he can talk about his shits. So there.

I have an appointment at Planned Parenthood tomorrow.

Typically the fastest they can get you in for non-emergencies is three weeks after you call, but I got super lucky - someone had just cancelled an appointment and they got me in tomorrow. Because I'm insuranceless but can qualify for low-cost/sliding scale stuff, I have to bring in a picture ID, mail with my address, original birth certificate/passport, my previous 4 pay stubs and my SS card (or just know my number) (probably the weirdest list ever, too). Looks like I have to take a trip to the HR department at work because I only have my most recent...

I really need to go on birth control - I'm in a glass cage of emotions during my period... well, mostly the week before. I had a dream last week that I had lupus and my mom made my mean aunt tell me and then they all had a big "Amanda's Gonna Die!" party. I spent two hours that afternoon crying, until I figured out a better thing to mull over was if Joe was going to dump me again, which triggered two more hours of moping and eating ice cream and crying over Wife Swap. By nature, I'm an optimistic person, so when I hit this downswing, it really freaks me out. Hopefully the BC will control this...

...Plus no babies.

My mom is really happy for no babies.

Could you imagine a miniature Amanda running around this earth?

Oh fuck no. Give me pills plz.

mmmm post nasal drip

Just a quickie 5-point update.

1) I have (what appears to be) a sinus infection from hell. I can't stop coughing and sneezing and I can't think straight.

2) Friday night was incredibly fun. Let's see... married girls, traipsing the upstairs floors of KH, boobs, boys from the Bronx (Queens?), shots with Luke and Chris, the infamous piercing that I appreciate...

3) Our upstairs neighbor's toilet overflowed into Jane's room at 5am this morning. I wasn't home and thank god. I'm afraid to see if anything of mine got hit =/

4) I really do hate Westmoreland.

5) DETERRENCE WILL BE IN ONEONTA ON THE 25TH!!! Granted, it's not Syracuse, but I haven't seen the boys in a year and a half so I will make the journey to see Mikey, Aldo and Yannos =D

you give looooove a bad name

So I left my phone at my apartment today (yes Don, this means I won't be answering your very important text messages!). All the better, work is extremely busy and I may or may not want to shoot myself in the face over some of these residents... and I get to stay an hour later (THANKS SARAH WTF) and see Baw Gauges when he comes into work early.

B'awwwwww gaugezzzzz.

I have to say, I grossly underestimated Everclear's "Songs From an American Movie Pt. II (Good Time for a Bad Attitude)" I always loved Part I - thanks in most part to "Learning How to Smile" but never really got past the first couple songs on Part II because they just didn't catch me. Big fail on my part, because I had my iPod on random and "Overwhelming" came on and I kinda cried a little inside, knowing that I've been missing so much awesome for so long. That song was the story of my life as of yesterday morning - much has changed in 24 hours though, but there's still that niggling feeling like what happened was icing and not the actual cake. Read on...

It can come from out of nowhere, hit you when you're safe and warm.
Take it easy my star; your time is gonna come, your time is gonna come.
You got those crazy blue eyes; yeah, you got those crazy blues.
All those pretty smiles, I can see them laughing at you.
Your time is gonna come, your time is gonna come...

I don't want to be your punching bag,
your complacent little princess, all tragic and sad.
I'm not going to let you overwhelm me anymore, no, not anymore.

Yeah, you say you got this bad thin, yeah you say you got it bad.
You have broken every heart of every friend you've ever had.
Someday, the time is gonna come when all your friends just go away.
I wonder why I stick around; sometimes I wish you would leave.
You'll say you'll love me forever then you spit on me.
Your time is gonna come, I swear your time is gonna come...

I don't want to be your whipping boy;
your pathetic little loser, someone you can ignore.
I'm not going to let you overwhelm me anymore.
I'm not going to let you hurt me anymore;
I'm not going to let you hit me anymore
I'm not going to let you kick me anymore;
I will not let you overwhelm me anymore.

It can come from out of nowhere...

I don't want to be your simple saving grace;
just another little victim with a happy face.
Oh, someday, someday, somebody's gonna come.
I hope they do this to you;
I'm not going to let you overwhelm me anymore.
I will not let you hurt me anymore;
I will not let you hit me anymore.
I will not let you twist me anymore;
No, I will not let you turn me inside out...

(Yeah, I know I say this all the time, but Art puts into words what I can't even sort out on paper or in my head...)

I'm going to make a new mix for my car, since I've figured out how to fix my computer (...turn up the monitor light and run disc defrag, shut up). I haven't made a mix in a long time and I fear I've lost my mojo (though I thought that about other things too and let me say, I'm pretty much the best evar... big win for me). My list of songs so far?

- "Overwhelming" by Everclear
- "Your Ex-Lover is Dead" by Stars
- "The Weakness in Me" by Joan Armatrading
- "Both Sides Now" by Joanie Mitchell
- "Amsterdam" by Guster
- "Army" by Ben Folds
- "Somebody's Baby" by Phantom Planet
- "Always on my Mind" by Phantom Planet
- "Big Shot" by Straylight Run
- "A Decade Under the Influence" by Taking Back Sunday
- "Deja Vroom" by Rory
- "Alfie" by Lily Allen
- "Not the Doctor" by Alanis Morrisette
- "Sweet Thistle Pie" by Cracker
- "Three Simple Words" by Finch
- "Stupid" by Boink
- "Responsibility" by MxPx
- "Shot to the Heart" by Bon Jovi (ok, Don's the only one who'll understand why...)


...I think my mixes have schizophrenia.

baby if you like to read, i've got some great pornography

The boy guitar player downstairs needs to learn a new song.

Or perhaps a plethora of new songs.

I don't even know this kid's name or what he looks like, but I do know that his favorite song goes as such: "BUM baBUM baBUM baBUM baBUMBUM." And it's just two chords... ok, not even chords, but power chords. Probably in drop D tuning. And the chords are a 1/2 step away from eachother. And he looooooves his distortion pedal. At least if he had a wa-wa pedal or a whammy bar, he could make it more interesting, but no. It's like listening to the first measure of a Slipknot song over and over and over...

AND I CANNOT HANDLE IT ANYMORE.

He could possibly be the hottest guy in the universe with perfect tattoos and stretched lobes and secretly loves Everclear and Spice Girls and makes a mean Thai red curry and has a 10-inch long penis and I couldn't like him... because of this song. And his room (or wherever he practices said guitar - which I'm guessing is a black beginner knockoff Strat that came in a box with a cheap amp) is right below my room for maximum shitty song hearing power. I tried to drown this out using the How I Met Your Mother theme song, but my itty bitty travel DVD player doesn't go loud enough. I NEED TO SLEEP AND NOT HEAR BUMBABUM OVER AND OVER D=

So, I ask you, devoted readers of my blog (AKA Don), what should be my plan of action?
A) Figure out his name, friend him on Facebook and send him a message with a link to ultimate-guitar.com (guitar and bass tabs).
B) Put a package in his mailbox of printed tabs that I think he should learn (including, but not limited to Cracker, Everclear, and Toto).
C) Knock on their door, introduce myself and ask him if he wants to jam - and teach him songs by Cracker, Everclear and Toto.
D) Knock on their door, introduce myself and bring him beer - hoping that if he's drunk, he won't play the song.
E) Get the fuck over it.

(I like D the best.)

i have the dumb today

Tales of a Forgotten Holiday

10:00am:
- Amanda: *calls Onondaga County DSS, no answer* "Shit, it's a holiday."

10:30am:
- Amanda: *calls Sarah* "Sarah, is the mail here?"
- Sarah: "No mail today, it's a holiday."
- Amanda: "YES SCORE NO MORE CHECKS."

10:31am:
- Amanda: *calls Sarah* "Is there a deposit?"
- Sarah: "....Nope, it's a holiday."
- Amanda: "SHIT FUCK HOLIDAY."

10:58am:
- Amanda: *puts on coat* "I gotta go feed the meter."
- Sarah/Sandy/random guest: "NO IT'S A HOLIDAY."
- Amanda: "FINE I'LL JUST GO GET COFFEE... coffee is open on a holiday, right?"

(Coffee IS open on a holiday... thank god I got one thing right.)


In other news, I got my car stuck in my driveway three times - big fail - and my vry smrt dad rubbed his eyeball raw and now has a scratched cornea (pretty sure I could have told him that, but he had to wait three hours in the emergency room to see a doc for three minutes). The only thing that's going right today is the fact that I am wearing matching earrings for the first time in two and a half months... temporarily downsizing one lobe has its advantages in the long run, but it's really obnoxious to only have one plug (an emerald green one, to boot) to wear... IT MATCHES NOTHING.

Back to killing myself at work... healthcare yields no holidays.

Trufax #12712: "Sunflowers" is actually my favorite song.

In honor of Music Mondays (which I never do anymore), here are lyrics to my favorite-at-the-moment Everclear song....


You seem to make the same mistakes everyday;
Sometimes it's hard to open your eyes.
You want to be the only cake on the table;
Yeah, you say you don't like surprises.
You want to find a pretty place you can stay;
You say you just don't want to live in LA...

I just want to be where the sun shines down;
I just want to be where the sun shines down.
I just want to be with you.

Oh, I really hate the way you push me away;
I do not like it when you shut me out.
You say "I love you but I really don't know you;
I want to change you but I don't know how."
I want to leave when it gets ugly and cold;
I want to leave but I have no where to go...

I just want to be where the sun shines down;
Yeah, I just want to be where the sun shines down on a beautiful life.
I just want to find a beautiful life.
I want to be where the sun shines down;
I just want to find a beautiful life.

I don't care where we go, I don't care what we do.

You seem to make the same mistakes all the time;
Sometimes it's not too hard to understand why.
You say you hate the things you have done;
Yeah, you have been running with your back to the sun.
You want to find a place you don't have to hide;
You say you're just happy to be alive...

I just want to be where the sun shines down;
Yeah, I just want to be where the sun shines down.
I just want to be where the sun shines down on a beautiful life.
I just want to find a beautiful life...

I don't care where we go; I don't care what we do,
as long as I can be with you.
I just want to be with you...


Honestly? Change "LA" to "Syracuse" and you have the story of my life right now. When I can't put into words how I'm feeling, Art Alexakis shows up and tells me.

I wish I knew where this was heading...

i know, it's been like a month.

Big time fail at posting. I have several reasons of blame-age...

1) My home computer doesn't really work. It turns on, and then overheats. And the back light is broken, so the monitor is really dim.
2) Work has been crazy busy and I don't have time to update from there typically (except today).
3) My iPhone won't let me update from the browser. It'll open the webpage but when I click in the text field, my typepad doesn't pop up. Big fail, iPhone, big fail. This is also more confounded by the fact that I can update Livejournal from it... I even have an LJ app.

Pick one or all.

Also, here are two reasons my life is a big time failboat right now too:

1) My car... won't start. It's stuck in the visitor's lot at Joe's apartment... which is good, because it won't be towed and it's not on the street being ticketed as we speak and it's also only 3 blocks to the nearest garage - BUT THAT'S 3 BLOCKS TOO MANY FOR MY DEAR OLD CAR. I borrowed jumper cables from my boss and I'll try that tonight. Fingers crossed that it's just the battery (which is over four years old... and the light came on a few weeks ago for a few minutes).
2) Money. I seem to have a lot (according to my bank account) but if the car situation turns out to be more than a new battery, I'm going to be pretty screwed. I have to start paying rent again in December (I paid off 6 months initially) and buy Christmas gifts and somehow save roughly $1500 to go to Florida at the end of February... fuck. I also still owe my parents $300.

But here are reasons why my life is pretty awesome:

1) Boyfran.
2) No bbz.
3) CHRISTMAS PRESENTS YAY.
4) That black squirrel hanging upside-down in a tree outside of work.
5) Four day weekend this week!

i wish it were sunday

I really don't feel well. I didn't feel too great all weekend and now I'm tired on top of it. AND I got a flu shot today so my arm is all achy. AND I ate roast beef for dinner and it was all red and bloody and rktjh34kj5h3$%L#$LK%J.

Strange but trufax: I REALLY dislike Nickelback (like, want-to-commit-harikari-on-Chad-Kroeger dislike) but I don't mind their new song "Gotta Be Somebody." I'd actually go as far as to say that I LIKE it. I guess what I hate most about Nickelback is Kroeger's voice... like nails on a chalkboard, my friends, NAILS ON A CHALKBOARD.

I've actually been listening a lot to the radio lately because I haven't bought any new CDs in ages. It's obnoxious to hear the same five songs over and over and even more obnoxious when the same song is playing on two OR THREE different radio stations all at once. Also - COMMERCIALS. Am I the only one that's noticed that there are more and more commercials on the radio (and television) now that the economy is going down the shitter?

fuck you p!nk.

I haven't felt very well all weekend. I think I'm coming down with some sort of sinus-y goodness... oh thank you changing weather patterns.

Joe took me out for a nice classy dinner at Lemon Grass on Friday. The food was decent... but nothing to write home about, especially for the price. Honestly, if you want good Thai food, just go to some hole in the wall place (like Erawan) and call it a day. Boy didn't feel well afterwards (THATS WHAT YOU GET WHEN YOU ORDER SEAFOOD SUPREME) so we didn't go to 80's dance night. Very sadface =/

Saturday I drove out to Auburn. It's gorgeous down there. We walked out by the water - there's a pier going into Cayuga Lake - but it was so damn cold. I guess winter really is on its way...

I also think my life would be much better if I never heard Pink's new song "Rockstar." IT IS THE MOST OBNOXIOUS SONG EVER. It's even worse than Avril Lavigne's "Girlfriend" and "Sk8er Boi" and every U2 song. And it gets stuck in my head all the time. If you find me with a gunshot wound to the jugular, you know why.

i write you letters everyday...

Offtopic: Anatometal opal-gemmed eyelets are magical anti-baby earrings, apparently.

Ontopic: I can't stop listening to Cracker. I picked up a used copy of their greatest hits and it's just amazing. Not as amazing as seeing them live, of course, but pretty ridiculously awesome. Listen to "Guarded by Monkeys." You won't be disappointed.

come and spend some time with mr. wrong

Don brought up a really good point in his post - WHERE HAVE MUSIC VIDEOS GONE? It's a good fucking question. MTV is a sorry excuse for a music channel... and I wasn't even around when it WAS good so I've got nothing to compare it to. I haven't seen a music video on that channel since I started watching it, except for during TRL - and even then, you get a minute TOPS of the "top 10 requested music videos of the day" (who, and how, exactly are they polling? If people don't get to watch the videos in the first place, isn't it just a popularity contest over artists?)

I'll be the first to say, though, that I LOVE MTV's reality shows. Especially "True Life" and "Made." I go to MTV to watch those shows - not to look for videos because I know I won't find any (honestly, I just use YouTube for music videos). It's all a bunch of bullhocky and I take the shows for what they're worth: a bunch of media moguls trying and succeeding to shock audiences. America has become a nation that runs on shock and infotainment - not news and hard facts - and television execs know that and embrace it instead of trying to be visionaries and change the way we think...

And it's not a good thing. Our generation is falling by the wayside by watching "Super Sweet 16" (and its sister-spinoff "Exiled," where former sweet-16ers are sent to faraway lands to "see how the other half lives" - it's fucking amazing and I love seeing those girls whine their way across Iceland...) because they're taking this smut as serious business. We're no longer interested in who's going to win the election because we'll vote for whoever our best friend endorses (and whoever the major media outlet of their choice deems worthy). Palin? She'll get votes from our generation because she's pretty and has a cute son (but it doesn't matter that she'll drill for oil all over Alaska). Obama will get votes because he's the token black guy (but no one notices his ties to religious evangelists)...



...This one-sided debate I'm having with myself is really going nowhere fast! I don't know... watch the news. Get informed. Stop taking reality shows seriously because they're just as scripted as the music videos you should be watching on a network called MUSICtv...

i just wanna live forever

I know I haven't yet updated on the Everclear concert and it's been 3 weeks at this point. I've been waiting for my sister to send me pictures that she took because, in my moments of clarity, I forgot to photo-document the entire night. I'm usually not one for taking photos anyway, but this was the culmination of 11 years and I'm slightly pissed at myself that I didn't just click away. However, my sister STILL hasn't sent them to me (she's holding them hostage 'til I give her a cardigan back...) and I have very little energy to recap the entire night so you get a list. BOOM.

- Went with my sister, cousin and dad. My dad brought beer. He's a drunk.

- CRACKER WAS RIDICULOUSLY AMAZING. Holy sex batman. They played all their greatest songs but forgot "Big Dipper." Lead singer? Adorable.

- SOUL ASYLUM WAS RIDICULOUSLY HILARIOUS. Their band consisted of fat man, grunge man, scene man and man-man. Some lady in the audience creamed her panties when they played "Shove;" I laughed hysterically.

- I PEED 5 TIMES. Five times in about two hours. I have overactive bladder D=

- EVERCLEAR WAS EPIC. I mean it. EEEEEEEPICCCCC. I nearly lost my mind. They did not disappoint (even though they didn't play "Local God"). They DID play "Learning How to Smile" and "Volvo-Driving Soccer Mom" and all of their obvious radio hits. The audience collectively sucked Art's cock... easy enough, being that there were about 50 of us there total (IT WAS AMAZING).

- I MET ART ALEXAKIS. He did not propose marriage to me nor ask me on stage to sing a song with him (oh, my dreams) but I did snag a picture with him and he TOUCHED me. Also, two of the other guys sang "Amanda" to me =D.



...I can die a beautiful death now (LOL PUN).

just another manic...

So... my iPhone finally came in.

And it was broken.

The bottom righthand corner of the touchscreen didn't work - but ATT decided NOT to troubleshoot before deactivating my old phone, rendering me phoneless. They then charged us $20 for a "restocking fee." REALLY? The problem was from the MANUFACTURER, the phone is useless, but you're going to RESTOCK it? No, you're going to send it back to the manufacturer and make $20 off of me.

Good thing my dad was there.

After an hour and a half, it came down to them taking the phone away, giving me a new SIM card for my old phone (since the old was deactivated), refunding us for the phone but not the restocking fee and telling us to "GET THE HELL OUT OF THE STORE AND GET YOUR IPHONE SOMEWHERE ELSE." My dad screamed back that he'd be taking them to small-claims court ("I don't give a shit if I have to pay $300 to get my $20 back!") and I am once again iPhone-less.

Now I get to move on to Apple... this should be fun.

I planned on making a nice Polish dinner tonight for Joe and myself - some pierogies and kielbasa, sauerkraut and onions and even homemade galobkis... but of course the only eastern European meat shop in Syracuse is closed on Mondays. No real Polish sausage or fat back for me... must wait 'til Tuesday.

omgomgomg

I'm going to my first Mets game this weekend! (And I am hoping with all that I'm worth that big Pelf is pitching...)

Really that's all that's going on.

all i have to say is...

...GO BIG PELF!

The Mets are doing it big and I'm finally proud to say I'm a fan. And I totally underestimated Mike Pelfrey, who went from 2-6 to 8-6... and I'm starting to ignore his hand-licking and tongue-sticking-out.

And um, did I mention that he's 6'7'' and beautiful?