So if you haven't noticed before, I have a site meter on my website. And within the past 24 hours, there have been 14 views of my page and do you know why?
For this entry.
Um. I'm not an expert on the topic. I'm just a crazy girl who had this problem and did a little bit of online research. This entry will not give you any educational/nutritional value.
Yeah, I googled the tonsil stones words and I did get myself including some other credible sources. I would go to wiki and wiki...it.
Ok, that being said. Listen to this:
Did you know that me and Daniel Johnston have the same birthday? Of course there's an age gap of 24 years, but we January 22nd-born don't care.
Monday
Odd-ness Day
Friday
Hi, I'm Looking for Simone
Never had I have to go through a job or through school with people who have a similar name to mine. Usually, it's always the "Kathy"'s or the "Michael"'s that get cursed with having duplicates or triplicates in the class. I never had to be called "Simone J" because of the possibility the teacher might confuse me with someone else in the class.
It gave me a unique flavor, a different style from everyone else. I knew that I had a reason to be crazy because my name was just as crazy. Well it's not as uncommon as I think, but that's a little bit of how I feel. When everyone is turning their heads around because of names like "jenn" or "jessica," I was the only Simone being referred.
Then my office just hired someone with my name exact name in the same department. It doesn't make it more difficult to differentiate between the two, but it's difficult because we like shouting names out in the office or when people are looking for a specific Simone in the office.
I bet those people who call in guess that there is only one Simone in the office, but that's not true. What's also disappointing me is the numerous times I've seen my name hanging around lately. It's not people I know or people that I have to work with, but just random people who yell "Simone!" in a crowded room and get two people looking back.
Uh. Yes I'm complaining that I don't feel unique anymore. Leave me alone! You probably feel the same way with your name, Bob. Yea, like that's not generic enough.
Boyz 2 Men
Whenever I think about bands like the beatles or the kinks who started off young and crawled their way to the top of the charts, I always think about their youth.
You recognize them from the photos as a young, hip group of kids who made it big with love songs, but then I remember that they don't look like that anymore.
Take for instance, Paul McCartney.
Everyone remembers the fresh-faced group from the best pop band in the world, but what I have failed to realize is that he doesn't even look like this anymore.
Let's just say time did not do him well. But whenever I listen to his music, all I can think about is the young guy in the first photo. Where does their youth go?
Can you imagine being a young actor/actress that grows up on the screen? Imagine being that type of person and always being that type of person for the rest of your life. I would find it depressing. No matter how many generations past, you will always be remembered as the little girl who screamed or the little boy who ran away from home in that film you made a million years ago.
And then finally, you're middle aged. You're barely making it through a day without a sip of scotch or a pang of arthritic pain through your hand. The child is always remembered while the adult goes on to has-been life.
Thursday
FAT!
Damn you bagel store! Why must you be so conveniently placed on my route to the post office!
I'm getting fat and I blame your delicious bagels with variety of cream cheese flavors!
In A Big Country Dreams Stay With You
Le Monsieur showed me this song a few years ago when we were talking about our introductions to the world of music.
He gets this sweet hit from the 80's while I was homegrown on Beatles and Elton John. BTW, don't diss on Elton John because he's a most important figure of music during his glory days. Trust me, you probably hum one of his songs once in awhile.
But getting off topic, the song is pretty...80's. Definitely. Just listen to it. You'll like it, trust me. You can't not like a song that has the same name as the band and the name of the album.
It probably looks like this in the corner of this music video:
Big Country
"In A Big Country"
Big Country
The (Bloody) Pierces
Le Monsieur gave me this album to listen to the other weekend.
Ok, maybe it was more like a month ago but there is something about it that I had put off the whole time I had had this album in my possession.
I think it was the fact that I am not completely into girl bands or bands with girl lead vocals.
However, it is inevitable that I will see it sitting on my ipod and I will give them the benefit of the doubt and listen to them. So I did.
I kind of regret not listening to them in the first place. They have this creepy harmony/melody thing going on that freaks me out in a couple of songs. When you hear a song and the harmonies are so on that it makes you cringe. Well, that's what I get when I listen to them.
And then there's the subject matter. Of course, it's pop music and it's about love and being in relationships, but they take it a step further by describing like...obsessive relationships. You know, the type of relationship where you're basically scared for your life. The if you break up with me, I'll kill you in your sleep type of love.
Besides that, everyone should give them a listen. If you're a gossip girl fan, then maybe you will catch a song or two in one of their episodes. I don't remember which one, but I definitely know it's the one where there's crap that goes down about something bad.
Yeah, I'm vague.
Getting Older
Sometimes I feel like a semi-middle aged woman desperately seeking for someone to finally love.
Sometimes I don't.
And when I don't, I know I always have him around.
Wednesday
The Distant Future
~Ambrose Bierce
Intro
When a man gets into a relationship, most of the time it becomes the center of the universe. You may go to work and make some money, but the friends start to disappear. You begin hanging out more with your significant other than with your friends who are waiting at the bar with a beer and a round of billiards. The friends become a weekly thing reserved for one night of poker, cigars, and booze. Complaints are made about wives, girlfriends, etc., and accusations of being "whipped" are dolled out like medicine in a free clinic.
It's called "guys' night." One night every week where the guys get together and watch football or eat nachos or slap beer bellies. (Obviously these are observations made in films about the subject).
At the end of the night, you work yourself back into the shapely mold the girlfriend or wife has molded you to and you head back to the home you pay more than half of your salary paying off. Guys' night ends and the misery/joy of a relationship begins to be the focal point once again.
But what happens when you're the other way around? What if the focal point in a guy's life is the friends and second on the list is work and third or fourth somewhere is the girlfriend? What happens when weekly "guys' night" is basically every night and hanging out with your wife is every once a week?
And so begins the illustrious workings of my relationship. Yeah, I think I'm fourth or fifth. I'm not quite sure, but I'm pretty far down there.
Monday
Sunday
Friday
It's the PASSION!
According to some rumors, on Good Friday no matter how nice it is outside it will start to get dark and grey and scary. It's 2:00PM right now. Prepare for a photo at 3PM.
EDIT:
3PM
No Passion over the BQE
Monday
Scary Business Those Crushes
Spent the night with my friend. We didn't sleep in the same bed or in the same room. We weren't even in the same town. We didn't sleep either.
He spoke to me on the phone. It's been a few years since I had hidden in my closet to talk to him about life, love, and the annoyances of our history together. It's been years and the feeling of his voice on the phone comforted me in a time where I thought it was going to be over. He spoke softly and created the illusion of his body next to mine. I could feel his warmth and his embrace.
But we've never hugged. We have never said much of our feelings in the past. We never had our chance. In our time in the real world, we were so shy to say anything more than about the weather. We had that intimate moment. It was on the phone, but it was a moment we wanted to re-enact in real life. But I ran out scared. I ran shaking.
He fell in love a few moments after I had denied him. I fell in love when he felt a little loose. We are in love with other people, but how can there still be something to explore after so much time?
"Who would you want to have sex with?"
"Honestly, I would want to have sex with you."
"Really? Because I feel the same way."
We laughed, we blushed, we advised. It was the ideal that you would never thought to arise. We spoke of our future, our past, our present and somehow he is still there. So many years and I can glimpse into a future with a relationship that will never happen.
"If we ever left our significant others and fell in love where do you think we will be?"
"Well, I would go from no romance to too much romance. I don't know if I could handle it. What about you?"
"If I was with you. If I had you I would be madly in love with you forever."
Living up in the hills of a town I have abandoned.
Cups of tea and coffee while watching the sun fall and rise.
Smelling the breeze of the bay in the morning with him next to me.
That twinge. That almost-feeling from romance that I lose once in awhile. The possibility that one of these days we can leave our lovers to fall in love with each other. It's scary business.
Pearl S. Buck Wrote More Than About the Good Earth
"There are many ways of breaking a heart. Stories were full of hearts broken by love, but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream - whatever that dream might be."
Woody, the Romantic
Woody Allen
Scary Business Those Crushes
Spent the night with my friend. We didn't sleep in the same bed or in the same room. We weren't even in the same town. We didn't sleep either.
He spoke to me on the phone. It's been a few years since I had hidden in my closet to talk to him about life, love, and the annoyances of our history together. It's been years and the feeling of his voice on the phone comforted me in a time where I thought it was going to be over. He spoke softly and created the illusion of his body next to mine. I could feel his warmth and his embrace.
But we've never hugged. We have never said much of our feelings in the past. We never had our chance. In our time in the real world, we were so shy to say anything more than about the weather. We had that intimate moment. It was on the phone, but it was a moment we wanted to re-enact in real life. But I ran out scared. I ran shaking.
He fell in love a few moments after I had denied him. I fell in love when he felt a little loose. We are in love with other people, but how can there still be something to explore after so much time?
"Who would you want to have sex with?"
"Honestly, I would want to have sex with you."
"Really? Because I feel the same way."
We laughed, we blushed, we advised. It was the ideal that you would never thought to arise. We spoke of our future, our past, our present and somehow he is still there. So many years and I can glimpse into a future with a relationship that will never happen.
"If we ever left our significant others and fell in love where do you think we will be?"
"Well, I would go from no romance to too much romance. I don't know if I could handle it. What about you?"
"If I was with you. If I had you I would be madly in love with you forever."
Living up in the hills of a town I have abandoned.
Cups of tea and coffee while watching the sun fall and rise.
Smelling the breeze of the bay in the morning with him next to me.
That twinge. That almost-feeling from romance that I lose once in awhile. The possibility that one of these days we can leave our lovers to fall in love with each other. It's scary business.
Thursday
The Gnarliest Potato
This is the story of a courageous spud who decided to go against all odds in order to fit in.
He wasn't quite a looker. Compared to the other guys on the block, he was pretty ugly. His ugliness was one of the deciding factors that he needed to a get a makeover.
So for weeks he sat in the quietest corner of a young girl's apartment. He sat in the dark waiting and hoping for a miracle to occur.
Suddenly, he began to sprout! Roots and plants and things started to grow from everywhere. And from that day on, no one made fun of the Gnarliest Potato again.
Mainly because they were scared shitless of him!
The End.
And now, here are some photos of this courageous root vegetable hanging out with his new best friends (who are afraid of him and don't want to be friends with him but are forced into it because he's one ugly dude).
My New Favorite Song
Lover, You Should`ve Come Over
(Jeff Buckley)
Looking out the door i see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water
And maybe i'm too young to keep good love from going wrong
But tonight you're on my mind so you never know
When i'm broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it
Where are you tonight, child you know how much i need it
Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run
Sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun
And much too blind to see the damage he's done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one
So i'll wait for you... and i'll burn
Will I ever see your sweet return
Oh will I ever learn
Oh lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late
Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come
It's never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It's never over, all my riches for her smiles when i slept so soft against her
It's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
It's never over, she's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever
Well maybe i'm just too young
To keep good love from going wrong
Oh... lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late
Well I feel too young to hold on
And i'm much too old to break free and run
Too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage i've done
Sweet lover, you should've come over
Oh, love well i'm waiting for you
Lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late
EDIT: Grace and the Makings of Great Album
There are a few criteria which I believe will be the items that give an album the success it deserves. A great album is only a great album for me if they follow these items. Trust me, if they follow the criteria, basically you've got a hit. My instincts for music that will be good is very high and if you're a musician, you should listen to me now. It can apply to a single song or the entire album. They include:
- The ability to make the world shift and change
- The ability to make ordinary things like a child walking with his/her mother the most beautiful thing in the world.
- It gives you shivers down your back, makes your fingers tingle, and gives you goosebumps on your arm.
- It makes you escape from the ordinary life and enter something completely imaginary even if you're on the move.
- Its lyrics are as important to the song as the music and have meaning.
- You end up listening to the album on repeat.
Monday
Lack of Art
I feel artistically illiterate. Yeah, I can't draw a person for my life let alone a strongly formed stick figure. For some reason, I don't feel like art has driven me towards anything.
It will go away. That feeling always does.
Sunday
Spring is coming.
Time to shop.
No. I'm serious about this.
Yes, I know I don't need these clothes but this is Spring.
No. I'm not going to buy some dumb t-shirts with stupid graphics on them.
Yes. You can come along.
Thursday
When You're Young, You Write Some Shitty Stories
I was looking over my stories from when I was a little kid and wow, did they suck.
And do you know why they sucked? It was because they were all about vampires and mythical creatures with like sexual urges and stuff.
When I check out some of the livejournal communities on this thing, that's all I read and I'm pretty sure that all these writers aren't past the age of 17. It's kind of creepy how no matter generation you are in, you are always going to write some crappy love story about how a vampire meets a girl in high school who he eventually falls in love with before she turns on him and stabs him in the chest.
Let's come up with something more creative!
Saturday
The Youtube Arts/Writing Contest
There is a Youtube Contest going on right now that you can enter to win $500 for writing or posting a piece of artwork. The contest is two months long and I'm pretty sure I'm going to enter.
The thing is, I'm not sure what to enter with. Should I write something completely new, hire actors (or family members) and actually have a scene? Or should I post something old?
Arg. The insanity!
I think I will write something new. Who wants to be in my video! Who has the camera equipment for me to do it!
Brunch
Breakfast today included:
- salmon with poached eggs on an english muffin.
- potato home fries
- shot glass of orange juice
- and a lovely cup of cappucino.
Happy Saturday. Going to look at some apartments that will hopefully turn out to be good ones. So sick of this place because of all the drama.
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