I sing the body electric!

I want a rename token. Really badly. I created this journal when I was--what--fourteen? I can't take it anymore. The username for this thing is embarrassing and shameful. I don't want to create a new account because this one has far too many entries to copy-paste-backdate, and the software I downloaded for saving it all crashed. SO, I'm going to leave this offer up here and if anyone wants my undying gratitude or if you just don't know what the fuck to get me for my birthday or Christmas, then now you know. Thanks.

You know what's so unfair?

Michael Jackson was merely accused of a horrible crime. He was accused by some tool who exploited his kid for monetary gain. The horrible crime he supposedly committed was disproved not only by a court of law, but later in life by the child himself. Still, Michael Jackson had to live the rest of his life in that shame and bad press.


On the other hand, Chris Brown BEATS HIS GIRLFRIEND, is found guilty, admits to it, gives half-assed apologies, and whines all over the place that he's a 'victim,' yet popular opinion seems to be in line with this charming intelligent young lady's Tweet: "People need to stop hating on Chris Brown he makes killer music and in the end is a person just like everyone else. Get over itttt !"


OH OK



Seriously? WTF, America?

So for Eduardo's Fame Monster-themed party this weekend, I think I've decided to go with this outfit:


It's my favorite outfit in that video and it's so simple. Just a black sweater or blazer, black skirt, black pants or leggings, black boots and a (probably paper) crown.


As for Brendan, he's still butthurt that the Disney theme was canceled (he wanted to be his hero--Gaston from Beauty & the Beast). But after some convincing, he's agreed to dress as:

since Matt is being gold chinstrap guy, apparently.


I can't wait! Yayayay.

So this baby might be mine and Ashley's (ridiculii) soon:









I WANT IT SO BAD. It's a free vintage 1949 Hunter 34 foot wooden house boat. If we can find a way to tow it back home and also manage to find a place to put it, that baby is going through major renovations. PARTY BOAT PLEASE SAIL YOUR WAY INTO MY LIFE. PLEASE.

So since the Fame Monster leaked, I have been like this IRL:










Holy shit I think I might actually buy this (and I haven't bought a physical CD since like 2004) when it comes out.

If you don't have the leaked mp3s and you want them, send me a message!

I cry like a baby almost every time I hear this poem. Anis is amazing. Don't you know him in person, bilenski? Absolutely wonderful.


If anyone wants to donate for me to go to the Ill List before it sells out, I would love you forever.

Okay, I have a question for anyone on my flist who is a vegan or an animal rights believer. I'm not trying to be a jackass, as I'm terribly ignorant on the subject and I would like some insight. I have been thinking about this for weeks in light of a recent plague in my own home: do you set ant traps? If not, if you believe that ALL animal life should be respected and that not even an ant should be killed, then how do you deal with those fuckers?

Day 01 - A song
Day 02 - A picture
Day 03 - A book/ebook/fanfic
Day 04 - A site
Day 05 - A youtube clip
Day 06 - A quote
Day 07 - Whatever tickles your fancy


This is easy. Since I have really gotten into pop music more these days I've been listening to these guys more and more, but I have by no means just gotten into them. I've actually seen this band live two or three times. Each time I see them, I become increasingly jealous of the band's lead male singer, Scott Blonde: he gets to wear nothing but a vest and tight leather pants on stage, something which I will never in my life have the freedom to do :(
Anyway, check out this Oakland band, the Lovemakers. They just came out with a new album this year and it sounds great. They're like the Californian Scissor Sisters.



myspace.com/thelovemakers

Day 01 - A song
Day 02 - A picture
Day 03 - A book/ebook/fanfic
Day 04 - A site
Day 05 - A youtube clip
Day 06 - A quote
Day 07 - Whatever tickles your fancy

I have a few favorite quotes, but this one really sticks out.

"I swore never to be silent whenever and wherever human beings endure suffering and humiliation. We must always take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented."
--Elie Wiesel.

I fail and I neglected the meme yesterday and I'm late for today (well, technically yesterday, since it's now the 18th). Double-post.

Day 01 - A song
Day 02 - A picture
Day 03 - A book/ebook/fanfic
Day 04 - A site
Day 05 - A youtube clip
Day 06 - A quote
Day 07 - Whatever tickles your fancy

I wrestled a little bit over what I would choose for this one, since there are SO many good YouTube clips out there. But, going on a whim, I chose something that nearly made me piss myself when I first saw it.
In order to "get" it, please first see this video and this one, as the following is a mash-up:

Day 01 - A song
Day 02 - A picture
Day 03 - A book/ebook/fanfic
Day 04 - A site
Day 05 - A youtube clip
Day 06 - A quote
Day 07 - Whatever tickles your fancy

This one was easy. Psychotic Letters From Men.

I don't know if there's a female version. If there is, I haven't seen it. The blog is written up by a man, which sort of surprised me, but hey. It's very addictive and VERY entertaining.

Day 01 - A song
Day 02 - A picture
Day 03 - A book/ebook/fanfic
Day 04 - A site
Day 05 - A youtube clip
Day 06 - A quote
Day 07 - Whatever tickles your fancy

Oh, this makes me even more ashamed than I already was of the fact that I haven't read anything in a while. My kneejerk reaction is to recommend some Ray Bradbury or Kurt Vonnegut, but I thought that would be an easy out. I enjoy almost all genres of fiction, but science fiction definitely takes up a large space in my heart. And I'm not talking about something shitty you'd see on the "SyFy" channel (by the way, that name change? Ridiculous). I'm talking about speculative fiction, mostly--fiction with character development, with eloquent language, and with more to it than just plot twists. Something that gets under your skin and crawls up your brain and stays there so that you can't forget it, no matter how many romance novels you use to barricade yourself from the possible horrors.

So, of course this leads me to my conclusion. My recommendation for today is pretty obviously H.G. Wells. Specifically, The Island of Dr. Moreau.



It was pretty hard to find a cover that didn't make it look like a Scooby Doo episode. I could not put this book down when I first read it last year and I often found myself wondering how I had never read it previously. It is no hyperbole to say that I had nightmares after I read it (The Sayer of the Law in particular gave me chills). It is written so expertly that every detail is crisp and haunting. It's a short novel and can easily be finished in less than a day. Especially good for a rainy day indoors spent alone.
Conversely, it can be a pretty funny book if you appreciate satire (specifically ethical and religious satire). I, personally, just have a deep-seated fear of anthropomorphic animals. This may be why I'm not cool with furries.

Maybe it isn't everyone's cup of tea, and maybe I'm just a sucker for late 19th century future anachronistic satirical dystopian fiction. It's worth a try, though, right?


EDIT: I have not seen any film adaptation of this story, and that is not something I am looking to change. I've heard bad things.

For one week, recommend/share:

Day 01 - A song
Day 02 - A picture
Day 03 - A book/ebook/fanfic
Day 04 - A site
Day 05 - A youtube clip
Day 06 - A quote
Day 07 - Whatever tickles your fancy

Oh jeez. I have two nearly full Photobucket accounts and a harddrive full of pictures that make me happy. I didn't know whether to go for the humorous or the aesthetically pleasing or the nostalgic or the inspirational.



So I went with the smart-ass. Enjoy :)

For one week, recommend/share:

Day 01 - A song
Day 02 - A picture
Day 03 - A book/ebook/fanfic
Day 04 - A site
Day 05 - A youtube clip
Day 06 - A quote
Day 07 - Whatever tickles your fancy

I knew this would probably be the hardest day for me to choose something to share, so I picked something that won't fail me. I listen to all kinds of music (from 90's gangster rap to blue grass) but I find that most of my favorite songs tend to be kind of wispy and dream-like in some way or another. Then again, I'm fond of nostalgia, too...

Good thing I have a combination of them both at hand! (Note to my close friends: I'm sorry for being so typical.) My favorite song in the entire world, my SOUL song, is "The Start of Something" by Voxtrot. It's been my favorite song since I first heard it, during my senior year of high school. It's dreamy, poignant, beautiful, and nostalgic to me. I want this song played at my funeral. Or my wedding. Maybe both. Just listen to it, goddamn it.

I get so nostalgic around this time of year. I have no idea why. October and autumn in general is just such a good time for me. I've been watching different nostalgic Halloween/Halloween-related movies every day for the past three days. Beetlejuice, Hocus Pocus, It's The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown have been on the roster. Next is The Ghost and Mr. Chicken (SO excited for this one). Watching Halloween movies makes me want to live in New England so bad.

I'm going to have so much fun making orange popcorn balls, candy apples, baking pumpkin seeds, drinking apple cider. Ahh, I'm just obsessed with autumn. I've decided (and I think I've convinced Brendan) that I want a late 18th century New England autumn masquerade themed wedding. Bobbing for apples, masks, jack-o-lanterns, the works!

It's surprisingly difficult to find non-corny, genuine late 18th century colonial dress out on the Innanets, but the closest thing I've found to a dress I'd like is something like this:




Oh, and wouldn't it be rad if I could convince Brendan to wear this?



Anyway, I'd better get to falling asleep soon. Future job is supposed to be calling me any day now...

So I got the job at the Disney Store. Hurrah! I needed a source of income like nobody's business. They are supposed to call me Thursday (once my paperwork is in the system) and tell me when to come in for training. The funny thing is, I got a call today from the movie theatre in Turlock asking if I wanted to schedule an interview. "Hell yes," I said. If I can handle having two retail jobs without wanting to kill myself, I'll do it. I need the money. And if I can't handle it, then I'll quit one of them.
It's going to be so nice knowing that I can pay off my speeding ticket, renew my license, pay for my registration and insurance, buy Christmas gifts, and be able to provide booze and food for my birthday party which is rapidly approaching.

Speaking of which, I'll be 21 soon! And I'll have money. This means I won't have to be that mooch who drinks everyone else's booze anymore. AND I can go bar-hopping with my gays. So much excitement. It'll be great having ~adult priveleges.

So yeah. The money I don't spend on my car and other necessities, I'm saving to move in with Brendan when the new semester at Cabrillo starts. This means scouring the Internets for places to work in SC. I'm pretty excited.

AND I can feel autumn in the air! It's so chilly and crisp outside; I love it! The summer had been brutal and it's nice to be rewarded with such lovely temperatures during this, my favorite time of the year. Halloween is going to be great (if I don't have to work) because I plan on going with a few friends and Brendan to Santa Cruz for the parade downtown and getting pretty smashed (legally!) and having a goodtime. I don't have a costume and I might just have to deal with being Magenta from the Rocky Horror Picture Show, but that's just fine with me.

Life is going in a good direction, my friends.

I feel this ball of emotion bouncing around my chest. I can't believe it's been over two years and I am crazier about Brendan than I was when we first met. He sits a few feet away from me now and I can't help but take peeks at him over my monitor. He smiles at me and I just melt away completely. It helps that he is absolutely the single most physically gorgeous person I have ever met, but when looks fade, I'm still going to be there. I have never met someone whose outside matches his inside so completely. Brendan treats me like a goddess or a princess; giving me constant kisses and touches, gifts, the kindest words. He makes me feel like the prettiest girl on earth and sometimes...sometimes I believe it, because I'm not sure how I could have snagged him otherwise. We had a talk last night on the front porch of his mom's house, the both of us smoking our respective favorite plants. The stars were out in full fury that night and we marveled at how bright they shone and how fiercely they twinkled. We held each other and wondered what they were saying (winking is the star language, you know). Then, between "ooh"ing and "aah"ing and pausing to wish on shooting stars, we talked. We talked about his sister, his parents, about my family, my friends. About marriage and children and the mental health field and confidence and video games and...I fell in love just a bit more. He is my best friend. I trust him, I adore him, and I am loyal to him. I love everything about him: the dimples on his cheeks, the low pitch of his voice, his sense of humor (especially our shared comic appreciation for children tripping or falling), his curiosity, his knowledge of space and biology and law, how soft his skin feels, and the way I always want him around when I see something interesting or educational. We understand each other and at times don't even need to communicate with words. When we ever argue, it's always constructive--we always get something done by the end of it, whether it was solving an issue one of us has had or clearing up our understanding of each other. I feel so safe.
I don't know. He's just so...elegant and sweet and genuine and bright. I never thought I'd feel this way about anyone in my life. And I'm just so lucky.

Most dream posts are boring. This is probably not an exception.

I dreamed last night that Sean and Scarlett broke up. Moreso, I dreamed that Sean brought some skank with him to a party and he expected us not to say anything to Scarlett about it. Of course, I ran and told Scarlett almost immediately. There was a huge confrontation and the two split up. I don't know why this bothered me so much, but it did. In the dream, I reckoned that love couldn't exist if Sean and Scarlett weren't together. If Sean couldn't be faithful to Scarlett, then nobody could be faithful to anybody! So I preemptively broke up with Brendan. Shawn Hunter syndrome or what?

Also, in said dream I learned the secret to Time Travel. Apparently, all you have to do is fall asleep wearing an analog watch (but make sure you've set that watch to exactly 12:04) whilst holding an object which you will both need for your trip, and will serve as your constant. (NOTE: My dream had a Q&A section with the Time Traveling company, and they stated specifically that a person could NOT be a constant and that, by holding someone when the Time Travel actually occurs, nothing will be accomplished--they will not come with you. Anyway, some of us (as in, Ashley, Eduardo, Crystal, etc.) did travel separately but wound up in the same places. I remember a rail yard in the early 1900's, specifically.

All of my dreams lately have been like sequels of the previous dream, so hopefully I get to report back some of our adventures in Time Travel.

Oh, brains are silly.

I'm a little bit in love with her.

<3 SO great.

I hope this becomes a meme.


ETA:

I lol'd and aww'd at the same time.