And sometimes I'm so random it's not even funny
This is just going to be a whole bunch of me rambling about stupid things for no other reason than because I can.
So the Indigo Girls, owners of my folk female duo heart of hearts, just put out a holiday album, Holly Happy Days. But not just any holiday album, no, no, an American and Bluegrass influnced holiday album. My love for them, it knows no bounds. Still far to early to be listening to holiday songs, but I'm willing to do such for them. Esp. since they did a version of "Angels We Have Heard On High" which is one of my favorite carols.
On the other side of the musical spectrum, I am quite enjoying MCR's "The Only Hope For Me Is You." Getting even more excited about what else will be coming off this album. The start of the song seriously reminds me of Shiny Toy Guns while parts toward the end seriously show off Ray Toro and his fingers of magic.
In other news:
I've had three days off in a row and am currently on my last day. I spent the first two pretty much sick and sleeping, though still getting little in the way of rest. It doesn't help when people call me for stupid reasons or the nurses are all, "I need help finding X" and then get vaguely offended when I glare at them. Look, my family, in general, not the type of people you want to wake up.
It was so hot yesterday I had to turn the A/C on to get sleep at night. I am so friggin' done with NC. If I could, I'd run back to New England in a heartbeat. Nothing has gone well since I got home and I just want to leave. Even though I know, with all the things that happened, I can't. Not any time soon. Just, god, I miss my independence. I miss being able to leave my house for something other than work. I miss being able to just disappear into the city. I miss being able to take nice walks in decent weather, smelling the ocean water. Hell, I miss Dunkies. I know shit will get better once I do the whole driving thing, though god knows when that's going to happen. I was supposed to go to the DMV this morning to get my permit but, well, clearly that's not working out.
Ugh, I hate PMS. It makes me all bitter and bitchy. Well, more so than usual.
TV-wise:
I keep missing Rubicon because of work. I am loving Blue Bloods and its lovely and talented cast. So curious about the Blue Templars and the family. Glee has yet to impress me this season, even a little bit, by any number. I was finally impressed by Supernatural because the last episode was, you know, the kick-ass angel show. I like the kick-ass angel show more than the MOTW. But seriously, what about Chuck? Is Gabriel going to come back? What about the other angels in the garrison? So many questions.
Book-wise I'm at a halt until I get a second job and some additional funds. It's time to start re-reading things and/or read the things I've been putting off. Like The White Road. I am so terrifed to read it because I have this fear it will ruin the Nightrunner series for me. Stupid, I know, but I can't bring myself to open the book. It's staring at me from my nightstand, but instead of reading it I decied to go with something like "The Minds of Serial Killers" or "WWII memoir of great and bloody detail" or "Torture: Fun for Everyone." The oddest things comfort me and often make me question my sanity.
As my mother pointed out to me last night, I really do need to get back into academia since I raged for about 20 mins about people not knowing the v. obvious answer to last night's final Jepoardy question. Anyone who has ever come near "King Lear," you know, that somewhat famous play by Shakespeare, that kind of famous playwright dude, would know the answer was The Fool and Cordelia. It wasn't even a hard question and one of those punks put down Laertes. Out of all the famous Shakespeare characters not in "King Lear" to pull out of the ether you go with Laertes? WTF?
So the Indigo Girls, owners of my folk female duo heart of hearts, just put out a holiday album, Holly Happy Days. But not just any holiday album, no, no, an American and Bluegrass influnced holiday album. My love for them, it knows no bounds. Still far to early to be listening to holiday songs, but I'm willing to do such for them. Esp. since they did a version of "Angels We Have Heard On High" which is one of my favorite carols.
On the other side of the musical spectrum, I am quite enjoying MCR's "The Only Hope For Me Is You." Getting even more excited about what else will be coming off this album. The start of the song seriously reminds me of Shiny Toy Guns while parts toward the end seriously show off Ray Toro and his fingers of magic.
In other news:
I've had three days off in a row and am currently on my last day. I spent the first two pretty much sick and sleeping, though still getting little in the way of rest. It doesn't help when people call me for stupid reasons or the nurses are all, "I need help finding X" and then get vaguely offended when I glare at them. Look, my family, in general, not the type of people you want to wake up.
It was so hot yesterday I had to turn the A/C on to get sleep at night. I am so friggin' done with NC. If I could, I'd run back to New England in a heartbeat. Nothing has gone well since I got home and I just want to leave. Even though I know, with all the things that happened, I can't. Not any time soon. Just, god, I miss my independence. I miss being able to leave my house for something other than work. I miss being able to just disappear into the city. I miss being able to take nice walks in decent weather, smelling the ocean water. Hell, I miss Dunkies. I know shit will get better once I do the whole driving thing, though god knows when that's going to happen. I was supposed to go to the DMV this morning to get my permit but, well, clearly that's not working out.
Ugh, I hate PMS. It makes me all bitter and bitchy. Well, more so than usual.
TV-wise:
I keep missing Rubicon because of work. I am loving Blue Bloods and its lovely and talented cast. So curious about the Blue Templars and the family. Glee has yet to impress me this season, even a little bit, by any number. I was finally impressed by Supernatural because the last episode was, you know, the kick-ass angel show. I like the kick-ass angel show more than the MOTW. But seriously, what about Chuck? Is Gabriel going to come back? What about the other angels in the garrison? So many questions.
Book-wise I'm at a halt until I get a second job and some additional funds. It's time to start re-reading things and/or read the things I've been putting off. Like The White Road. I am so terrifed to read it because I have this fear it will ruin the Nightrunner series for me. Stupid, I know, but I can't bring myself to open the book. It's staring at me from my nightstand, but instead of reading it I decied to go with something like "The Minds of Serial Killers" or "WWII memoir of great and bloody detail" or "Torture: Fun for Everyone." The oddest things comfort me and often make me question my sanity.
As my mother pointed out to me last night, I really do need to get back into academia since I raged for about 20 mins about people not knowing the v. obvious answer to last night's final Jepoardy question. Anyone who has ever come near "King Lear," you know, that somewhat famous play by Shakespeare, that kind of famous playwright dude, would know the answer was The Fool and Cordelia. It wasn't even a hard question and one of those punks put down Laertes. Out of all the famous Shakespeare characters not in "King Lear" to pull out of the ether you go with Laertes? WTF?