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Why am I so shy, why am I so shy, why am I so shy
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[07 Nov 2009|11:45am] |
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Going away to London-town tonight! I'll be back on the 17th! I hope ya'll have a good week and a half!
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[26 Oct 2009|09:25pm] |
I think my lj account still thinks I'm on London time.
Dead Flowers still says way more than I ever could. I really think it's great that there's the Stones' version and it's all very honky-tonk and almost over the top and a bit sarcastic, and then there's the Townes Van Zandt version which to me sounds very pained and very sincere and quite sad really.
Dead Flowers for every occasion so to say.
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[12 Oct 2009|11:32pm] |
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Plays by Tennessee Williams are another thing that makes me feel both better and worse about life at the same time.
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[05 Oct 2009|09:00pm] |
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As god as my witness I will never wear pantyhose again. It's bold tights, stockings, or nude legs.
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[23 Aug 2009|05:48pm] |
Saw Inglourious Basterds with Joe McCool yesterday. It's a great ride, and about everything you can expect of a Tarantino flick. I loved it, but I see what critics are saying when they go off on one about his insensitivity to the tragedy of the Holocaust and the war in general.
In other, but related news, my new goal in life is currently to dress more like this this coming fall and winter.
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[10 Aug 2009|01:51am] |
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Sometimes life is so very quietly strange. There are lives that are hundreds of worlds away from each other just over state lines, at the same time as experiences and things felt at your very core that transcend time-zones and continental divides. This sentiment must seem ever so blasé in the digital age of the world village, but sometimes you see something, and the mundanity that someone else feels about it, may unsettle you deep down into your very bones. Some days people will confirm every suspicion you have about certain facts of life, and still manage to completely surprise you.
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[18 Jul 2009|06:47pm] |
TRA LA LA, LA LA LA LA TRA LA LA, LA LA LA LA
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[15 Jul 2009|12:55am] |
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The same psychedelic furs song I had on yesterday. |
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Miss Nikki: "I'd rather be somebody than something"
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| Wasn't she easy? |
[14 Jul 2009|03:29am] |
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I'd like to know why I can't stop listening Pretty in Pink.
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| If Apple has made you their bitch... |
[11 Jul 2009|12:35pm] |
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Dr. Dre, Still D.R.E. |
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and you lose everything on your machine and have to restore your OS to its original settings, but have a number of old files on your iPod... then this article may be useful.
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| When I was a kid I wanted to be a Sailor. Or Robin Hood. |
[10 Jul 2009|10:54am] |
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The Velvet Underground, What Goes On |
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It never really worked out. Is it weird that as a kid I either wanted to be in a gang that hangs out in the woods or go from port to port, married to the sea with no home? Those both still sound ok actually.
I keep having this dream where I'm going through security at the airport, or in one of the courthouses at work, and I always set off the metal detector. So I take off all my rings, my earrings, my belt, my septum ring, empty my pockets of all change, and then go through again. The alarm goes off once more. This goes on until I'm standing in the airport or the court house in my underwear, and then a huge crowd of people stampedes through scattering my worthless metal trinkets and nearly crushing me to death.
I think it's just anxiety induced but I keep feeling like it means something more.
In other news I seem to be updating my live journal at a rate unheard of since high school.
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| LOLZ |
[09 Jul 2009|11:13pm] |
O HAY LOOK AT THIS
While I have no particular vendetta against UO (I love the free swag I got from that Fashion Merchandiser my mom knows), these tests are BULLSHIT. Not to mention poorly written and often grammatically incorrect.
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[04 Jul 2009|01:48am] |
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Randy Crawford, I LIVE THE STREET LIFE |
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Went out with Mara today. Found my much coveted leopard print skinny pants. The only down side is they aren't velvet, but twill but for 10 dollahs whatayagunnado?
I'm probably giving this flight attendant thing wayyyyy too much thought. But fuck it. I want to travel. I'm young, I'm smart, I'm pleasant, I've worked with Joe Public for years, and I think I'm attractive. I'd shag me anyway. If I can't figure out anything else in this great big world, time to fly the friendly skies?
In other news, bagels and cream cheese are basically my new favorite meal, and I need to stop eating them so late. Why couldn't my new favorite thing be like... carrots or some shit?
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[02 Jul 2009|12:56am] |
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Sometimes I think about seriously pursuing my career as a flight attendant. Virgin America is hiring apparently ha ha ha. Srsly tho. I'm starting to think if after a year in New York I can't find anything that isn't cocktailing or jockin' a register at a Target in Queens, maybe I'll apply to ride the skies...
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| WHATCHAGOTWHATCHAGOTWHATCHAGOTINTHEPOT? |
[15 Jun 2009|04:15am] |
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WHATCHAGOT WHATCHAGOT WHATCHAGOT IN THE POT? |
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Made dinner for me an' Ma tonight. It was actually good, perhaps there is hope for me yet?
Drank a little too much wine. I just know at some point this summer I am going to have half a glass too much and try to goad her into dancing around the kitchen to "Midnite Vultures" with me. She likes Get Read Paid and Nicotine and Gravy ha ha ha ha.
I need to find an empty warehouse or tool shed or something where I can crank up Songs the Lord Taught Us or Psychedelic Jungle up to 11 and dance this mess around. Any leads??
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| FUCK YEAH |
[07 Jun 2009|03:31am] |
I GRADUATED. WITH A 3.2 I'M PRETTY EXCITED IF YOU COULDN'T TELL.
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[17 May 2009|09:12pm] |
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I may have found airfare back to the UK for about 146$ American. Not including taxes of course... But shit. Maybe I will get to go back someday after all.
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