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January 31Something that I do that I am sure is cringey for other people is putting on music really loud in my car and singing along to it, and sometimes dancing really hard to it while I am driving at 65 miles an hour. I am sure this is dangerous, or at least, less safe than not dancing. Something that is even more weird is that I have started singing to myself when I am walking down the street, or performing tasks, or at Fred Meyer looking for bulk foods. It's like, just humming to myself, but I will catch myself in the middle of a song and be like "Oh god, can anyone hear this? Shit." Sometimes it is Hall & Oates, or LCD Soundsystem, sometimes it is campfire songs. I know that people do really really really weird things in public all the time, much more weird than humming, like cussing, or whispering words they are thinking, or drooling, or whatever. That is fine. I just like, didn't mean for everyone to hear me humming "Don't Stop Believing" at the book store.Last night I went to my parents' house and my mom and I watched the last two episodes of Friday Night Lights in their bed, and my mom was wearing her winter coat. I ate soup, and a baked potato with beef and spinach. My mom got these tiny individual boxes of Tropicana orange juice instead of a regular container of it and I poured a box into a glass and drank it. My mom told me I could have all of the individual boxes if I wanted to. I was like "Oh, no that's fine." My dad and I watched the last two minutes of the Blazers game, which was truly disappointing. It's like, are you serious, did you really just run down the clock to nothing and then let LeBron James score a winning shot with .3 seconds left? Because that's what happened. The hard thing about loving the Blazers is that sometimes your heart gets broken. Sometimes you grab your face and jump up and down and say "NOOOOOOOOO." I went into the basement and pulled a bunch of my dad's records that he's realized he's never going to listen to ever again. I pulled out Fleetwood Mac, and the Faces, and assorted 12-inch singles that are amazing. Then my dad looked through the box and told me about how you used to have to pay an extra dollar for stereo records, instead of mono, and how much it would suck if you went to the store and all they had was the mono versions of the record you wanted. I asked him if it was like when you buy a DVD and you realize that it's fullscreen instead of widescreen. He said "Kind of, but not really, because you had to pay extra for the stereo." I would DEFINITELY pay an extra dollar for a widescreen version of a movie. Getting a fullscreen movie is a MEGACHAFE. Period. My dad also was talking about how he needs to catch up on his issues of Rolling Stone, but he doesn't even recognize anyone in the magazine anymore, except in the reissues section. I felt kind of sad about this, but it's like, my dad is kind of hip! I go through his music on the computer and he's got the New Pornographers and Stephen Malkmus and Lamb and stuff! He told me about Liz Phair when I was 16! Before she was all weird and making Top 40 music! Anyway, if it is any consolation to my father, I look at Pitchfork now and I barely know what the hell is going on anymore. I mean, I kind of do, but not really. Who are Vampire Weekend? Why are they getting interviewed? Who cares. I know who Chris Walla is, because he is listed as a "Local Indie Celebrity" in newspapers every other week. There was this picture of him in the Mercury last week and I thought it was of a lesbian. I mean, REALLY, look at it. 
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January 29Today I took my friend Amanda to Outside In which has a free clinic in it because she has strep throat, which is gross. Gross to have, and gross on your life. Sick, dude. ANYWAY. I was sitting in the waiting room for at least two hours, staring across the freeway at my high school, and reading every crevasse of the Mercury. The worst part about reading the Mercury after it's been out for five days is that you have to see all the things that you didn't do over the weekend that you didn't know were going to happen, because you didn't read the paper when it first came out.Some things I'm sad to have missed: Faggotron, a queer dance party. A show at Holocene by this dude whose one really long song I like a lot. And Toumani Diabaté, who I used to organize tours for, and now I do not even know when he is coming through my town. How sad. It was one of those things where I say "It's OK because I was at the cabin." But also, a little sad. Last night I went to a bar that Liz and I decided was attended primarily by people who move here from Eugene and want to do an open mike night. Multiple dudes who employed Eddie Vedder-esque vocals played the guitar. I wanted to play Since U Been Gone, but I don't know if that's ready for public performance yet. I just don't have the timing down right. But I will. I will! My favorite part about the song is the part that I can't sing because it's too high, which is the bridge. Also! At this bar they had Terminal Gravity Fest Ale, which is a delight, and also 9%. You wouldn't know. But it is. Now I am going to the post office, because it's rent time. Much like a rich girl, rent time is a bitch, girl. But it's real, which is why I am going out to the P.O., as Gma says. Oh ALSO I need to find someone who can call square dancing. If you have any leads in the Portland Metropolitan Area, please tell me. Thanksss. |
January 28So I guess that I haven't written on this in while, Sorry Everyone. It's not like I've been too busy or anything. Really, I haven't. Last week on Tuesday I started brewing my first beer. I got all the things, and I was boiling the wort, and Besha gmail chatted me and told me about Heath Ledger's untimely demise. I was like, ARE YOU JOKING? And of course she was not joking. Unfortunately, the New York Times reported that Mary-Kate Olsen was involved in the scenario, which excited me to impossibly dizzying celebrity gossip heights. Tragically, this information was later revoked to NOT involve her, and I was disappointed.Needless to say, the only things that I did on Tuesday were brew beer and obsessively read up to the minute details on Heath Ledger over the internet, and then report my findings to my roommates, who didn't really care as much as me, which frankly is understandable. Anyway, as a result, my beer will be named Heath Ledger Heavy Ale in his memory. Also, this last weekend I went to a cabin, near Mt. Hood, by the Salmon River, with a bunch of friends from work, and it was very fun, and I played many games. I made two things: CHOCOLATE BREAD which is really just brownie mix with yeast, so it's technically bread. And FONDUE. IT WAS A DELIGHT. Actually the chocolate bread was kind of burned because the cabin's oven was 75 degrees hotter than you set it to, which was SILLY, but I don't care, it was still soft and warm and full of chocolate. Fondue? So easy! As long as you are into shelling out for a pound and a half of delicious cheese. Which I am? |
January 16th Oregon Day of Statehood: February 14, 1859 Oregon Party: February 16, 2008 OREGON PARTY. IF YOU LOVE OREGON, IT IS TIME TO CELEBRATE. Time: 9PM on Saturday Feb. 16th, onward into The Future All are invited, Forever. And Ever! |