old market, bicycling, pheasants, concerts.
Frrmm. I've meant to update for an hour or two, but first I had to run out and look at a pheasant that was inexplicably in our backyard:
What's up?
What are you doing in suburban Omaha?!
And get Subway for dinner, because my parents made bean soup, which I have never been able to eat, because, well, it's bean soup. It's full of beans. It smells bad and tastes bland and makes you farty and generally isn't an appealing meal unless you're a 13th century serf.
I'm eating a great deal of Subway lately, but I found the Magical Sandwich Combination and I love sandwiches provided someone else makes them for me. Unless they're tuna or peanut butter & jelly, because no one makes those right. I know -- I've tried. But if it's all meaty and cheesy and vegetably, then someone else will make it better than I ever could. And hey, it's cheaper than Panera, and I don't have to pay for unwanted peppers and onions. I hate onions in their natural form. This sweet onion sauce is pretty nice, though it makes my sandwich inconveniently drippy and I can't scarf it down as fast.
What have I done lately? I've been working on that Anne Sexton presentation -- I'm halfway done. I am still choosing poems from that anthology -- she has so many good ones, it's hard to narrow it down. But I should finish it tonight or tomorrow, and it will be Done and then all I have to do is revise poems and critique poems and read poems and write poems. I gave my "craft talk" in form & theory on Thursday, on that paper that I was confused about, and it went abyssmally, considering how awesomely well-prepared the two people presenting before me were. Oh, well, now I know what to write, as my lack of a talk spurred discussion! When I take the Sexton bio and other shit back to the library on Wednesday, I'll get some books on homosexuality in Vietnam and Paris in the 1930s. Strangely specific, yeah. Annnd all I have to do for music is see 2 concerts, listen to music, and read the book, all of which I'm doing. This U2 song is part of the last unit and it will take all the self-control I don't have to NOT jump up and lead everyone in a call-and-response vocalization. OH OH-OH OH! (Oh oh-oh oh!) OH OH-OH-OH! (Oh oh-oh-oh!) C'MON EVERYONE: IN THE NAAAAAAME OOOOOOOOF LLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOVE ONNNNNNE MOOOOOOORE IN THE NAAAAAAAME OOOOOOOF LOOOOOOOOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. And then I'll sing The Edge's guitar solo and it'll be bad. But it's U2! Holy shit! I can't handle classes about rock music, can I? They make me excited.
Tomorrow night, Smeg and I will go to school to see an Indian (as in, from India) band perform, since I'll get extra credit and cultural experiences are always welcome. And on Tuesday OH MY GOD PLACEBO PLACEBO PLACEBO.
PLACEBO!
AT!
THE!
SOKOL!
IF YOU'RE NOT ALREADY GOING YOU SHOULD GO BECAUSE IT'S GOING TO BE AMAZING AND I AM SO EXCITED HOLY FUCKING SHIT. BRIAN, STEFAN, STEVE! GAY DANCING! ALEX-FROM-SUEDE ON KEYBOARDS! SPECIAL K! DID U FORGET TO TAKE UR MEDS! BIG BLUE EYES! LFDIJAFKLJFDKFKDLF DLFKLDFJKLFEWIOURTHNM,348!!!!!!!!11 JESUS CHRIST IT'S GONNA BE THE BEST THING EVER EXCEPT FOR EVERYTHING ELSE THAT WAS THE BEST THING EVER, LIKE MEETING THE SCISSOR SISTERS MAN THAT WAS PRETTY DAMN AWESOME IT'S HARD TO COMPETE WITH THAT.
Ahem. So I'm going to see Placebo on Tuesday night at the Sokol, along with EVERYONE IN OMAHA WHO IS COOL AND DOESN'T SUCK. DON'T YOU WANT TO BE COOL AND NOT SUCK??? THEN COME ON BETCHES. I'm not going to talk about it any more until after the show because I can't stop hitting the caps lock key. lsdfjslajkdfljkljkl!JKl12kl234jkjrfdjklsdfjw983u890r!!!!!!!!11
Yesterday! Yesterday, Destiny and Smeg and I took advantage of the pleasant day and went downtown again so they could ransack the Antiquarium and I could thumb through everything in Homers uninterrupted. I found a shitload of $2 singles!! Holy shit!! Singles! Guess what? I got both of Suede's "Attitude" singles for $4 even though I could never get them before since they were imported and $11 each! GOD I'M KEWL. I also got newgeneration "The Love Of Richard Nixon," and I hope she doesn't have it already. I found ANOTHER copy of Johnny Marr & The Healers' "Bangin' On," so I got that for Chesh, and I found a copy of Travis' "Re-Offender," which I'm going to rip the songs from and send to thisvandalism because EVERYONE NEEDS CD SINGLES, EVEN IF YOU DON'T LISTEN TO THEM. I DON'T CARE, YOU'RE GETTING THEM ANYWAY.
Morrissey keeps following me around everywhere I go, sometimes with Johnny Marr because every British music rag ever decided it's time to talk about The Smiths, who I STILL CAN'T LIKE because of Morrissey (I'm sorry, Andrea & Destiny, but for your sake I'm glad he's coming to Omaha in May). I even read a bunch of Smiths lyrics last night and the Morrissey and Smiths wikipedia articles, and I STILL think he's a pretentious obnoxious butthead. I won't talk about it no more because of the aforementioned fans. BUT IT REALLY STICKS IN MY CRAW (WHATEVER THAT IS) THAT I CAN'T LIKE THE SMITHS EVEN THOUGH I AM IN LOVE WITH JOHNNY MARR. Ugh. I had to vent about that.
Annnnyway, so I almosttttttt got a music magazine but they're $9 so it's hard to justify the expense, even though Mojo had a British Music CD that came free with the 1990s on it, and for those of you who care, they are some band that BERNARD BUTLER is producing as of late and I feel obliged to give them a try. SPEAKING OF HIM, I found a copy of People Move On and it was THE HARDEST THING EVER, EVEN HARDER THAN BIKING UPHILL WHEN I'M OUT OF SHAPE, TO NOT BUY IT!!!! I called Smeg and she had to tell me to let someone else experience The Joy of finding Bernard. So if you care, there's a copy of Bernard Butler's album on the south end of the store in the Used section and you should buy it because you have to hear it. D:
I kept feeding the parking meter EVEN THOUGH I found out from Andrea that you don't have to when it's a weekend evening. GOD WE R DUMB. We visited stealyourself at the Lotus twice and I got a friendship bracelet from Destiny that actually flew off my wrist the first time she tied it on, and it stayed after Andrea tied it on and it's still there:
I'LL NEVER TAKE IT OFF!! It's supposed to fall off on its own, so our friendship lasts, or whatever.
We danced for about half an hour in her store to this Arabic CD and Smeg eventually bought it. It had some kewl jamz. Maybe Sconeborough can get together and bellydance to it this summer. God, I'm so excited for Sconecon 2007. We're going to make a music video for "Only" by Nine Inch Nails and learn the dance to "A Million Ways" by OK Go and watch movies and go to Weeping Water and eat food and, you know, the usual. It'll be FANTASTICAL.
Jesus Christ, this is the most energy I've had since I went on Cymbalta. Chesh said I should exercise way more often if this is what happens to me. I'm almost too excited to just sit here, but I have to hang up clothes and work on poetry and listen to things that AREN'T Suede so my last.fm doesn't look quite as pathetic (like U2! The Cure! Sneaker Pimps! ... McAlmont & Butler!). But this energy burst is good! Maybe I'll, like, stick to an exercise regimen and lose weight and then I can stop bitching about being overweight/not looking like I did when I was 17 (I was totally hot when I was 17, for the record).
Speaking of Suede, Amazon keeps being a butt and pushing back my order. I NEED BRETT ANDERSON'S ALBUM IN ORDER TO CONTINUE LIVING. WHAT IS YOUR STUPID PROBLEM. IF I DON'T HAVE IT BY THE END OF THIS WEEK, I'LL... COMPLAIN AT MY FRIENDS SOME MORE AND BITCH ON LIVEJOURNAL. ARGH. I need to live in England.
J.
What's up?
What are you doing in suburban Omaha?!
And get Subway for dinner, because my parents made bean soup, which I have never been able to eat, because, well, it's bean soup. It's full of beans. It smells bad and tastes bland and makes you farty and generally isn't an appealing meal unless you're a 13th century serf.
I'm eating a great deal of Subway lately, but I found the Magical Sandwich Combination and I love sandwiches provided someone else makes them for me. Unless they're tuna or peanut butter & jelly, because no one makes those right. I know -- I've tried. But if it's all meaty and cheesy and vegetably, then someone else will make it better than I ever could. And hey, it's cheaper than Panera, and I don't have to pay for unwanted peppers and onions. I hate onions in their natural form. This sweet onion sauce is pretty nice, though it makes my sandwich inconveniently drippy and I can't scarf it down as fast.
What have I done lately? I've been working on that Anne Sexton presentation -- I'm halfway done. I am still choosing poems from that anthology -- she has so many good ones, it's hard to narrow it down. But I should finish it tonight or tomorrow, and it will be Done and then all I have to do is revise poems and critique poems and read poems and write poems. I gave my "craft talk" in form & theory on Thursday, on that paper that I was confused about, and it went abyssmally, considering how awesomely well-prepared the two people presenting before me were. Oh, well, now I know what to write, as my lack of a talk spurred discussion! When I take the Sexton bio and other shit back to the library on Wednesday, I'll get some books on homosexuality in Vietnam and Paris in the 1930s. Strangely specific, yeah. Annnd all I have to do for music is see 2 concerts, listen to music, and read the book, all of which I'm doing. This U2 song is part of the last unit and it will take all the self-control I don't have to NOT jump up and lead everyone in a call-and-response vocalization. OH OH-OH OH! (Oh oh-oh oh!) OH OH-OH-OH! (Oh oh-oh-oh!) C'MON EVERYONE: IN THE NAAAAAAME OOOOOOOOF LLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOVE ONNNNNNE MOOOOOOORE IN THE NAAAAAAAME OOOOOOOF LOOOOOOOOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. And then I'll sing The Edge's guitar solo and it'll be bad. But it's U2! Holy shit! I can't handle classes about rock music, can I? They make me excited.
Tomorrow night, Smeg and I will go to school to see an Indian (as in, from India) band perform, since I'll get extra credit and cultural experiences are always welcome. And on Tuesday OH MY GOD PLACEBO PLACEBO PLACEBO.
PLACEBO!
AT!
THE!
SOKOL!
IF YOU'RE NOT ALREADY GOING YOU SHOULD GO BECAUSE IT'S GOING TO BE AMAZING AND I AM SO EXCITED HOLY FUCKING SHIT. BRIAN, STEFAN, STEVE! GAY DANCING! ALEX-FROM-SUEDE ON KEYBOARDS! SPECIAL K! DID U FORGET TO TAKE UR MEDS! BIG BLUE EYES! LFDIJAFKLJFDKFKDLF DLFKLDFJKLFEWIOURTHNM,348!!!!!!!!11 JESUS CHRIST IT'S GONNA BE THE BEST THING EVER EXCEPT FOR EVERYTHING ELSE THAT WAS THE BEST THING EVER, LIKE MEETING THE SCISSOR SISTERS MAN THAT WAS PRETTY DAMN AWESOME IT'S HARD TO COMPETE WITH THAT.
Ahem. So I'm going to see Placebo on Tuesday night at the Sokol, along with EVERYONE IN OMAHA WHO IS COOL AND DOESN'T SUCK. DON'T YOU WANT TO BE COOL AND NOT SUCK??? THEN COME ON BETCHES. I'm not going to talk about it any more until after the show because I can't stop hitting the caps lock key. lsdfjslajkdfljkljkl!JKl12kl234jkjrfdjklsdfjw983u890r!!!!!!!!11
Yesterday! Yesterday, Destiny and Smeg and I took advantage of the pleasant day and went downtown again so they could ransack the Antiquarium and I could thumb through everything in Homers uninterrupted. I found a shitload of $2 singles!! Holy shit!! Singles! Guess what? I got both of Suede's "Attitude" singles for $4 even though I could never get them before since they were imported and $11 each! GOD I'M KEWL. I also got newgeneration "The Love Of Richard Nixon," and I hope she doesn't have it already. I found ANOTHER copy of Johnny Marr & The Healers' "Bangin' On," so I got that for Chesh, and I found a copy of Travis' "Re-Offender," which I'm going to rip the songs from and send to thisvandalism because EVERYONE NEEDS CD SINGLES, EVEN IF YOU DON'T LISTEN TO THEM. I DON'T CARE, YOU'RE GETTING THEM ANYWAY.
Morrissey keeps following me around everywhere I go, sometimes with Johnny Marr because every British music rag ever decided it's time to talk about The Smiths, who I STILL CAN'T LIKE because of Morrissey (I'm sorry, Andrea & Destiny, but for your sake I'm glad he's coming to Omaha in May). I even read a bunch of Smiths lyrics last night and the Morrissey and Smiths wikipedia articles, and I STILL think he's a pretentious obnoxious butthead. I won't talk about it no more because of the aforementioned fans. BUT IT REALLY STICKS IN MY CRAW (WHATEVER THAT IS) THAT I CAN'T LIKE THE SMITHS EVEN THOUGH I AM IN LOVE WITH JOHNNY MARR. Ugh. I had to vent about that.
Annnnyway, so I almosttttttt got a music magazine but they're $9 so it's hard to justify the expense, even though Mojo had a British Music CD that came free with the 1990s on it, and for those of you who care, they are some band that BERNARD BUTLER is producing as of late and I feel obliged to give them a try. SPEAKING OF HIM, I found a copy of People Move On and it was THE HARDEST THING EVER, EVEN HARDER THAN BIKING UPHILL WHEN I'M OUT OF SHAPE, TO NOT BUY IT!!!! I called Smeg and she had to tell me to let someone else experience The Joy of finding Bernard. So if you care, there's a copy of Bernard Butler's album on the south end of the store in the Used section and you should buy it because you have to hear it. D:
I kept feeding the parking meter EVEN THOUGH I found out from Andrea that you don't have to when it's a weekend evening. GOD WE R DUMB. We visited stealyourself at the Lotus twice and I got a friendship bracelet from Destiny that actually flew off my wrist the first time she tied it on, and it stayed after Andrea tied it on and it's still there:
I'LL NEVER TAKE IT OFF!! It's supposed to fall off on its own, so our friendship lasts, or whatever.
We danced for about half an hour in her store to this Arabic CD and Smeg eventually bought it. It had some kewl jamz. Maybe Sconeborough can get together and bellydance to it this summer. God, I'm so excited for Sconecon 2007. We're going to make a music video for "Only" by Nine Inch Nails and learn the dance to "A Million Ways" by OK Go and watch movies and go to Weeping Water and eat food and, you know, the usual. It'll be FANTASTICAL.
Jesus Christ, this is the most energy I've had since I went on Cymbalta. Chesh said I should exercise way more often if this is what happens to me. I'm almost too excited to just sit here, but I have to hang up clothes and work on poetry and listen to things that AREN'T Suede so my last.fm doesn't look quite as pathetic (like U2! The Cure! Sneaker Pimps! ... McAlmont & Butler!). But this energy burst is good! Maybe I'll, like, stick to an exercise regimen and lose weight and then I can stop bitching about being overweight/not looking like I did when I was 17 (I was totally hot when I was 17, for the record).
Speaking of Suede, Amazon keeps being a butt and pushing back my order. I NEED BRETT ANDERSON'S ALBUM IN ORDER TO CONTINUE LIVING. WHAT IS YOUR STUPID PROBLEM. IF I DON'T HAVE IT BY THE END OF THIS WEEK, I'LL... COMPLAIN AT MY FRIENDS SOME MORE AND BITCH ON LIVEJOURNAL. ARGH. I need to live in England.
J.