incoherent

This will be a regurgitation of ideas. Tonight, I went to a concert. I've been avoiding these. For good reason. But tonight was okay. Enjoyable. I saw "Monsters are Waiting..." and the Brobecks. They were both good, but meh. I don't care to talk about it. Well, I actually really liked the monster people, but it'll take another listen to them to see if I really do enjoy them. Whatev. I'm sitting on the couch next to Susanna. She's watching me while I'm typing all of this. It's rather odd. Sometimes she'll look like she's not reading this, but in actuality, she really is. Funny girl. So we were discussing curfews that were set on us in high school. Her curfew was 10.30 pm, even on summer nights. Eek. Understandable though, seeing as most of the parties and functions that were happening in Aberdeen, South Dakota dealt with alcohol. That's no good. "Not the ones I went to." "My parents said that they just needed their sleep." My parents had much more loose regulations. I was supposed to be home at a "reasonable hour". Sometimes this turned out to be four a.m. But only rarely. Hmmm. Kind of. Well, sometimes. They put a lot of trust in me. I mean, for all they knew, I could have been messing around with my boyfriend, getting drunk, and trying all sorts of drugs. But I never did that. And I think I attribute that a lot to the trust that my parents put in me. Susanna went on a date with Dan again. The only reason we found out is because of Katie. She wishes that he were older. Because he seems a little immature. That's kind of the case with guys lately. We've converted Susanna to sushi. Ah, the beloved school of sushi. Yum. These days, I order crispy rolls without crab cake, but I replace it with cream cheese. Mmm. The cucumber and avocado work well with it. And they're crispy, which means they're warm. Or hot. That means they're exxtra tasty. Yeah, with a double x. So VanWilson is in my bookbinding class. Honestly. Well, maybe not so honestly, but hear me out. I was sitting in my seat, minding my own business, and through the door, an oddly familiar face walks in. This face was attached to the shaggy blond hair, the rockstar body, and the wardrobe slightly reminiscent of the early 90's grunge era, characteristic of VanWilson. Ah. Turns out, he's fairly nice, not creepy, but is a slacker in attending the class. So now it's monday morning. I came into the anthro department and Jason was in here with this scarf that has a hood attached. We marvelled at it and I gave it a name: scood. Then he called it a 'harf'. And then I called it a 'harfenscood'. Jason said that it sounds german. I'm not german. The end.

[Fini à: 11:12 am {...douze heures après le début.}]

gypsy

I'm almost always in a state of 'anywhere but here' syndrome. I’d love to be in a distant land with foreign faces, streets, and cultures. I want to explore and learn among others and practice languages I think I know, but really have no grasp of. I want to pack a small bag containing only the bare minimum supplies required for touring the state, country, and world. I’d like to hug and kiss my family and friends goodbye and board a train, a plane, or a boat in order to set off on a journey. I’d love to join a diverse crew of folks who want to do the same. I want to help serve people, make lives better, and see lives change. I’d wish for a post office to be close enough so that I’d be able to drop a few postcards and letters into the mail for the loved ones I’d miss.

‘Tis the season to be wistful.

first winter sighting

It just started snowing.

rockstars

I had a strange dream the other day. I was performing in the rock concert circuit with the likes of Chris Martin and Youth Group. We sang a little duet and as I was mingling with the audience afterwards, the main topic of conversation was this huge concert happening the next night in Vegas. This was going to be a massive festival, including superstar, big-name VanWilson, but I wasn't planning on going to it. I was moving throughout the crowd, chatting with friends, when I noticed this guy that was eyeing me from across the room. He was rather tall, with slightly shaggy, unkempt blond hair. His outfit included fitted jeans: worn and torn, a loose, white button-down shirt, and cowboy boots. Not exactly my type. I noticed him, but I kept moving farther and farther away. Then, the next thing I knew, the charming man was standing right next to me, looking at me rather temptingly. I was puzzled. He reached out his hand and said "I'd love to see your lips at the concert tomorrow." Eek. I pulled away, and he started laughing hysterically, head thrown back, foot stomping-- the whole bit. Just as I was about to push away into the crowd, mystified out of my mind, he laid his hand on my shoulder and explained "No, no, no! Not like that!" Then he went on to excuse himself and properly introduce his name to me: VanWilson. Apparently, this celebrity was quite a practical jokester, and wasn't asking me to do shady things with him but was, in actuality, asking me to perform with him in Vegas the next night.

Thank heavens.

shuffle

Yesterday at work, I kept having little bouts of free time. I did this activity a few times throughout day. My friend sent me these questions, and I set my iTunes on shuffle in order to get the answers. Some are fantastic.

How am I feeling today?
Under the Walnut Tree: Keane (8:20)
The Coldest Heart: The Classic Crime (9:50)
Under the Gun: The Killers (12:12)
I’m a Wheel: Wilco (3:23)

Will I get far in life?
Sorry or Please: Kings of Convenience
Lullaby: Bed Folds Five
Such Great Heights: Iron and Wine
November: Duncan Sheik

How do my friends see me?
Strangers in the Night: Frank Sinatra
Part of Your History: Blue Merle
Originality: Thievery Corporation
Take Me Out: Franz Ferdinand

What is my best friend's theme song?
Little Thoughts: Bloc Party
The Mirror: Phantom of the Opera
I’m on Standby: Grandaddy
Embraceable You: Billie Holliday

What is the story of my life?
Homesick: Kings of Convenience
Prison Food: Ben Folds
Breaking my Heart: Aqualung
Made to Run: Blue Merle

What was high school like?
All You Want: Dido
You and Me: Lifehouse
Ordinary Thing: Stevie Wonder
Late: Ben Folds

How can I get ahead in life?
Baby Body: Youth Group
Toxic Girl: Kings of Convenience
Deal With It: Frou Frou
Gravity: Embrace

What is the best thing about me?
Yes & No: Venus Hum
Stardust: Nat King Cole
L-O-V-E: Nat King Cole
I Put Myself Together: Charles Brown

What was today like?
Take My Hand: Dido
My Apartment: Ben Kweller
Blue Moon: Billie Holliday
Miniature Disasters: KT Tunstall

What song describes my parents?
Don’t Panic: Coldplay
Another Sunny Day: Belle and Sebastian
Don’t You Worry ‘Bout a Thing: Stevie Wonder
Songbird: Coldplay

How is my life going?
Darling, Je Vous Aime Beaucoup: Nat King Cole
Learnin’ the Blues: Frank Sinatra
Dance, Dance, Dance: The Beach Boys
Title and Registration: Death Cab for Cutie

What song will they play at my funeral?
Nature Boy: Natalie Cole
Try a Little Tenderness: Michael Buble
Skeleton Jar: Youth Group
Consolation Prizes: Phoenix

How does the world see me?
Emotive: Chicago Transit Authority
That Old Black Magic: The Rat Pack
Fever: Peggy Lee
Through the Dark: KT Tunstall

Will I have a happy life?
Love is a Battlefield: Pat Benatar
Do you want to?: Franz Ferdinand
Falling out of Love: Aqualung
All You Need is Love: The Beatles

What do my friends really think of me?
Little Hands: Duncan Sheik
Tout Doucement: Feist
Everything Changed: Aqualung
Gone: Ben Folds

How Can I make myself happy?
Para Vivir: The Latin Pimps
Walk in Fire: Doves
Pussyfootin: Rye Coalition
Return to Me: Dean Martin

What should I do with my life?
Headlock: Imogen Heap
Could you be loved?: Bob Marley and the Wailers
Good Vibrations: The Beach Boys
Jamming: Bob Marley and the Wailers

What will my children be like?
I Can’t Help Myself: The Four Tops
If You Wanna Be Happy: Jimmy Soul
Piece of Wood: Youth Group
In the Misty Moonlight: Dean Martin

What will the person you marry be like?
I’d Rather Dance with You: Kings of Convenience
I Will: The Beatles
High Hopes: Frank Sinatra
Midnight: OK Ikumi

Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend?
Mess: Ben Folds Five
Come See About Me: The Supremes
Saddest Vacant Lot in all the World: Grandaddy
Debate Exposes Doubt: Death Cab for Cutie

Will you have a fulfilling life?
Embrace Me: Gabriella
Death of an Interior Decorator: Death Cab for Cutie
You Can Feel It All Over: Stevie Wonder
Her New Disaster: The Heart Strings

How will you die?
Cheek to cheek: Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong
Cry Me a River: Ella Fitzgerald
The Way you Look Tonight: Tony Bennett
Brick: Ben Folds Five

lost

For some reason, this site isn't showing my most recent posts, except to myself. What the heck?

gone

My mom found something that looked like a dried, black pod on the kitchen counter earlier yesterday. She threw it away.

Then there was this crazy party at my house last night. I was chatting with my buddies from all over, and I glanced down for a second. In this short amount of time, I discovered something lacking. Fernando Dos. My little fish was absent when I called roll.

What happened?

Suspect #1. Stella. She had been routinely drinking out of his home, without harming him really, so I would just refill the bowl daily. Was this the final straw? Naughty kitty.

2. Fernando II. Was this suicide? Maybe this was an unfortunate accident and he simply leapt out? Naughty Fish.

3. Mom. Not really. She just sent him to his grave. Mom, it wasn't a seed envelope. It was my fish.

In Conclusion, A Tribute: (Original Lyrics by ABBA)

Can you hear the drums fernando?
I remember long ago another starry night like this
In the firelight Fernando
You were humming to yourself and softly strumming your guitar
I could hear the distant drums
And sounds of bugle calls were coming from afar

They were closer now Fernando
Every hour every minute seemed to last eternally
I was so afraid Fernando
We were young and full of life and none of us prepared to die
And I’m not ashamed to say
The roar of guns and cannons almost made me cry

There was something in the air that night
The stars were bright, Fernando
They were shining there for you and me
For liberty, Fernando
Though I never thought that we could lose
There’s no regret
If I had to do the same again
I would, my friend, Fernando

Now we’re old and grey Fernando
And since many years I haven’t seen a rifle in your hand
Can you hear the drums Fernando?
Do you still recall the frightful night we crossed the rio grande?
I can see it in your eyes
How proud you were to fight for freedom in this land

There was something in the air that night
The stars were bright, Fernando
They were shining there for you and me
For liberty, Fernando
Though I never thought that we could lose
There’s no regret
If I had to do the same again
I would, my friend, Fernando

There was something in the air that night
The stars were bright, Fernando
They were shining there for you and me
For liberty, Fernando
Though I never thought that we could lose
There’s no regret
If I had to do the same again
I would, my friend, Fernando
Yes, if I had to do the same again
I would, my friend, Fernando...