big dreams, gangster, said you had to leave to start your life over
It’s fall, it’s fall. I love fall. It’s my favorite season. Halloween is legit my third favorite holiday (post Xmas and m’birthday, which IS a holiday). I love pumpkins and I love when the leaves change color and I love how the air starts to smell like woodsmoke and endings. I love the way the moon looks and the clouds and the rain. And when I’m in school (I miss school) I love the general atmosphere, where everyone’s always ready to learn and have adventures, as opposed to the spring where everyone wants to gtfo. I kind of hate working with a bunch of old people who are basically centered around their children’s lives- there are no new adventures, except like, being pregnant or buying a house. No one’s going off to build houses in the rainforest or like, have romantic sexy getaways. Or if they are I really don’t want to know. Grody.
I also lovelovelove how we have this day where we get to celebrate scary things. I’m not a huge fan of scary things, but I think that you need to face up to the fact that they’re out there. I am a fan of dressing up, although I don’t think that’s going to happen this year. :( Halloween’s on a Monday (lame) and I doubt I’m going to be able to drag anyone into the city. Also, I don’t think I can take Tuesday off, so there’s that. I’m sort of thinking I’m going to end up sitting at home and watching Zombieland and drinking a beer. Which will save me from having a costume, so there is that.
Now, can we please discuss this entire topic going around the internet about how there is no intonation when it comes to the written word?
Like, hey, you can’t tell if I’m being condescending or if I’m pissed or if I’m absolutely thrilled. WUT? That is the most ridiculous lie I’ve ever heard in my life. I get that so often in work- I’m reading the accounts of social workers and they’re like we do not condescend to our clients evereverever- meanwhile, I’m basically reading the account of how they think the client is a scumbag. People in general tend to think that their word choices or their punctuation aren’t indicative of their mood, but yeah, hey, it is. Your personal narrative is not a mythical unicorn, guys. IT’S NOT A NARWHAL. It exists.
ALSO everyone keeps asking me what goes on in a twenty six/twenty seven year old dude’s brain. LIKE I KNOW? Seriously, I have had this question flying at me from all directions, and true story= I don’t date older guys. Not because I’m not interested in older guys- just because I don’t know, I never have. My first boyfriend is the only guy I’ve ever dated who was a year older than me, and that lasted like three months and went up like Hiroshima, man. Mushroom cloud at all insensitive joke is both insensitive and true, guys. My current boyfriend is a year younger than me. The guy I dated before him? A year younger than me. I know nothing of how twenty six year old dudes work. I don’t even know how twenty five year old dudes work. Ask me in three months, when my boyfriend actually turns that age). I am not the person to ask.
If you would like me to base it on personal experience, I will say that at twenty five? I don’t feel any different than I did at twenty two. Twenty one, even- maybe a little stronger and a little more sure of myself, but that has less to do with age and more to do with some shit I went through.
Ohohoh, let’s talk about music. Firstly, Demi Lovato has a new(ish) album. I can’t listen to For The Love Of A Daughter without getting all teary eyed and I like my dad. Generally. Okay, he’s being a little frustrating right now, but you know. Not the point of tears. More key smashing, man. I would expound upon that, but this journal exists to discuss Kendall’s daddy issues, not mine.
Moving along. Every time D-Love talks about making the bed rock I laugh. I’M SORRY. IT’S FUNNY. Like, okay Demi. Let's make that bed move. O_O
I am more excited for the new Florence + The Machine album than I am for BTR. Which makes me feel a bit guilty, but, I mean, Florence is going to get more radio play on my iPod. Mostly because her lyrics are (generally) more complex, and also because I am embarrassed to blast BTR from my car. They are my not so secret shame. Like Britney Spears.
There is a cover of The King Of Carrot Flowers called The King Of Ass-Milk Flowers and it gives me endless laughter. I don’t know why I feel that’s pertinent, but I do. My iPod, for those who don’t know, is like cover-palooza. I have like, one Joy Division song but about eighteen Joy Division covers. I enjoy them, man. It’s like you fall for a song, you listen to it until you’re so sick of it you want to puke, and then a cover comes along with a different spin and it’s all good. I’m currently IN LOVE with the Lady Danville cover of Kids by MGMT.
Also the Femme Fatale remix of ‘Til The World Ends, but that’s mostly because I like the idea of Kesha and Nicki Minaj in one place. I would get in on that.
Also, I am in love with Lana Del Rey.
That is all.
Okay…I know you’re all waiting not really for my opinion on Paralyzed, other than IT’S NOT ROCK, but I really don’t have an opinion on it? Like, okay, boys, we get that you’d rather be Newfound Glory or Taking Back Sunday (still not worthy of red-font rock, tbh), but…ummmm. As far as the actual song goes, the first time I heard it I felt pretty eh about it. The second time my icy heart melted a tad. I have to listen to the full version before I give real opinions (is there a full version? I’m kind of lacking on my boy stalking right now. Probably because the last time I went hunting on Tumblr I ended up accidentally reading an Imagine story and traumatizing myself).
Gossip Girl: I’m disappointed with this whole pregnancy plot. Aside from being so over, babies kill teen TV shows. I’m sorry, they do. In the tummy, they are a scandal. Once they pop out, they are family friendly and gross. They are also indicative of a total lack of creativity on the parts of the writers. There is no better way to say, hey, I’m fresh out of plot. And I’d sort of been hoping that Josh was too good for this. Prove me right, Josh. Do it. Seriously, though, babies bother me. So does the marriage thing, actually. I mean, Blair isn’t even twenty one yet (is she? If she is, she’s just barely). Basically the message the show is sending is that women need to get hitched and have themselves a child instead of getting a real education or finding any real power for themselves, and that bugs me. I don’t want to be told that I’m doing things wrong by one of my favorite TV shows.
FringeFRINGEFringe: I love Lincoln Lee. I love him. I actually want to have a legitimate affair with Seth Gabel.
And I already miss Peter. I’m kind of hoping that maybe Lincoln and Olivia will have some kind of weird love connection- the kind that obviously fell through with fauxlivia. And then, just when it’s getting juicy, bam Joshua Jackson back in action. That’s how I’d play it, man. JJ Abrams does like to disappoint me though.
Courtney and I had a dinner date last week! It was awesome!
Also I got magic Masala Lays, which is pretty much the most exciting thing for me ever (India addictions). She is awesome, guys. We sat through the Lion King, sharing brain waves. Also she met my boyfriend and we discussed smutty smutty things in front of him.
For the record, if anyone else ever wants to come out to dinner and you’re in the NYC area, feel free. I’ve been feeling kind of cliquey recently, and I don’t mean to. I don’t want to be like I love only these people- it just happens that they’re the people who make the most frequent attempts to interact with me. I am like, intensely shy and antisocial sometimes, so I really need to be drawn out of my head and out into the sunshine. Just be like, bitch, you’re coming to the city and I’ll be like okay.
What else, what else? BTRocker gave me endless amounts of joy. Like. I love how it was automatically accepted as the most overtly sexual episode ever.
Carlos’s love of bondage!
Logan’s love of roleplay (although guys, we already knew this one)!
James’s completely chillaxed attitude about threesomes!
Kendall’s secret submissive side (alright, might be tinhatting that one, shut up)!
And Malese Jow, who is generally a pimp. I mean, she gave head to Mark Zuckerberg.
And CAMILLE, I have no words about Camille except that I always expected this, and Nick pulled it off better than I dreamed they could.
AND the relationship between Gustavo and Kendall makes me happy. Obviously Gustavo is Kendall, all grown up and ditched by his friends, and now he’s come back from the future to make things right. No? Maybe he’s just a father figure. DETAILS.
Here, insert the place where I was going to talk about the lames fic that I want to write. But then I realized that even talking about it made me sound like a dick. I don’t really like how I’m at the point where I’m actually uncomfortable to discuss my feelings on that ship in general, but whatevs.
On the happier aspect of fandom. Fic fest! We’re having a fic fest. Hopefully the post will be up next week (help) because if it isn’t, that’s going to be problematic for me. If all of you don’t enter it, I will disown you. Don’t even think I won’t. I’m a vindictive brat like that.
…Okay, I won’t disown you, but I expect a good excuse. Like I’M ABOUT TO LOSE A LIMB.
I also lovelovelove how we have this day where we get to celebrate scary things. I’m not a huge fan of scary things, but I think that you need to face up to the fact that they’re out there. I am a fan of dressing up, although I don’t think that’s going to happen this year. :( Halloween’s on a Monday (lame) and I doubt I’m going to be able to drag anyone into the city. Also, I don’t think I can take Tuesday off, so there’s that. I’m sort of thinking I’m going to end up sitting at home and watching Zombieland and drinking a beer. Which will save me from having a costume, so there is that.
Now, can we please discuss this entire topic going around the internet about how there is no intonation when it comes to the written word?
Like, hey, you can’t tell if I’m being condescending or if I’m pissed or if I’m absolutely thrilled. WUT? That is the most ridiculous lie I’ve ever heard in my life. I get that so often in work- I’m reading the accounts of social workers and they’re like we do not condescend to our clients evereverever- meanwhile, I’m basically reading the account of how they think the client is a scumbag. People in general tend to think that their word choices or their punctuation aren’t indicative of their mood, but yeah, hey, it is. Your personal narrative is not a mythical unicorn, guys. IT’S NOT A NARWHAL. It exists.
ALSO everyone keeps asking me what goes on in a twenty six/twenty seven year old dude’s brain. LIKE I KNOW? Seriously, I have had this question flying at me from all directions, and true story= I don’t date older guys. Not because I’m not interested in older guys- just because I don’t know, I never have. My first boyfriend is the only guy I’ve ever dated who was a year older than me, and that lasted like three months and went up like Hiroshima, man. Mushroom cloud at all insensitive joke is both insensitive and true, guys. My current boyfriend is a year younger than me. The guy I dated before him? A year younger than me. I know nothing of how twenty six year old dudes work. I don’t even know how twenty five year old dudes work. Ask me in three months, when my boyfriend actually turns that age). I am not the person to ask.
If you would like me to base it on personal experience, I will say that at twenty five? I don’t feel any different than I did at twenty two. Twenty one, even- maybe a little stronger and a little more sure of myself, but that has less to do with age and more to do with some shit I went through.
Ohohoh, let’s talk about music. Firstly, Demi Lovato has a new(ish) album. I can’t listen to For The Love Of A Daughter without getting all teary eyed and I like my dad. Generally. Okay, he’s being a little frustrating right now, but you know. Not the point of tears. More key smashing, man. I would expound upon that, but this journal exists to discuss Kendall’s daddy issues, not mine.
Moving along. Every time D-Love talks about making the bed rock I laugh. I’M SORRY. IT’S FUNNY. Like, okay Demi. Let's make that bed move. O_O
I am more excited for the new Florence + The Machine album than I am for BTR. Which makes me feel a bit guilty, but, I mean, Florence is going to get more radio play on my iPod. Mostly because her lyrics are (generally) more complex, and also because I am embarrassed to blast BTR from my car. They are my not so secret shame. Like Britney Spears.
There is a cover of The King Of Carrot Flowers called The King Of Ass-Milk Flowers and it gives me endless laughter. I don’t know why I feel that’s pertinent, but I do. My iPod, for those who don’t know, is like cover-palooza. I have like, one Joy Division song but about eighteen Joy Division covers. I enjoy them, man. It’s like you fall for a song, you listen to it until you’re so sick of it you want to puke, and then a cover comes along with a different spin and it’s all good. I’m currently IN LOVE with the Lady Danville cover of Kids by MGMT.
Also the Femme Fatale remix of ‘Til The World Ends, but that’s mostly because I like the idea of Kesha and Nicki Minaj in one place. I would get in on that.
Also, I am in love with Lana Del Rey.
Click to viewThat is all.
Okay…I know you’re all waiting not really for my opinion on Paralyzed, other than IT’S NOT ROCK, but I really don’t have an opinion on it? Like, okay, boys, we get that you’d rather be Newfound Glory or Taking Back Sunday (still not worthy of red-font rock, tbh), but…ummmm. As far as the actual song goes, the first time I heard it I felt pretty eh about it. The second time my icy heart melted a tad. I have to listen to the full version before I give real opinions (is there a full version? I’m kind of lacking on my boy stalking right now. Probably because the last time I went hunting on Tumblr I ended up accidentally reading an Imagine story and traumatizing myself).
Gossip Girl: I’m disappointed with this whole pregnancy plot. Aside from being so over, babies kill teen TV shows. I’m sorry, they do. In the tummy, they are a scandal. Once they pop out, they are family friendly and gross. They are also indicative of a total lack of creativity on the parts of the writers. There is no better way to say, hey, I’m fresh out of plot. And I’d sort of been hoping that Josh was too good for this. Prove me right, Josh. Do it. Seriously, though, babies bother me. So does the marriage thing, actually. I mean, Blair isn’t even twenty one yet (is she? If she is, she’s just barely). Basically the message the show is sending is that women need to get hitched and have themselves a child instead of getting a real education or finding any real power for themselves, and that bugs me. I don’t want to be told that I’m doing things wrong by one of my favorite TV shows.
FringeFRINGEFringe: I love Lincoln Lee. I love him. I actually want to have a legitimate affair with Seth Gabel.
And I already miss Peter. I’m kind of hoping that maybe Lincoln and Olivia will have some kind of weird love connection- the kind that obviously fell through with fauxlivia. And then, just when it’s getting juicy, bam Joshua Jackson back in action. That’s how I’d play it, man. JJ Abrams does like to disappoint me though.
Courtney and I had a dinner date last week! It was awesome!
Also I got magic Masala Lays, which is pretty much the most exciting thing for me ever (India addictions). She is awesome, guys. We sat through the Lion King, sharing brain waves. Also she met my boyfriend and we discussed smutty smutty things in front of him.
For the record, if anyone else ever wants to come out to dinner and you’re in the NYC area, feel free. I’ve been feeling kind of cliquey recently, and I don’t mean to. I don’t want to be like I love only these people- it just happens that they’re the people who make the most frequent attempts to interact with me. I am like, intensely shy and antisocial sometimes, so I really need to be drawn out of my head and out into the sunshine. Just be like, bitch, you’re coming to the city and I’ll be like okay.
What else, what else? BTRocker gave me endless amounts of joy. Like. I love how it was automatically accepted as the most overtly sexual episode ever.
Carlos’s love of bondage!
Logan’s love of roleplay (although guys, we already knew this one)!
James’s completely chillaxed attitude about threesomes!
Kendall’s secret submissive side (alright, might be tinhatting that one, shut up)!
And Malese Jow, who is generally a pimp. I mean, she gave head to Mark Zuckerberg.
And CAMILLE, I have no words about Camille except that I always expected this, and Nick pulled it off better than I dreamed they could.
AND the relationship between Gustavo and Kendall makes me happy. Obviously Gustavo is Kendall, all grown up and ditched by his friends, and now he’s come back from the future to make things right. No? Maybe he’s just a father figure. DETAILS.
Here, insert the place where I was going to talk about the lames fic that I want to write. But then I realized that even talking about it made me sound like a dick. I don’t really like how I’m at the point where I’m actually uncomfortable to discuss my feelings on that ship in general, but whatevs.
On the happier aspect of fandom. Fic fest! We’re having a fic fest. Hopefully the post will be up next week (help) because if it isn’t, that’s going to be problematic for me. If all of you don’t enter it, I will disown you. Don’t even think I won’t. I’m a vindictive brat like that.
…Okay, I won’t disown you, but I expect a good excuse. Like I’M ABOUT TO LOSE A LIMB.