Wednesday, October 20, 2010

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAAAARK

You know I love you! Yahoo!

:D

So Apathetic...

blah blah blah blah lifffffeee

Yaaaaaaaawwwwwwnnn

Off to Western Music~ then Lit Discussion, then the Farmer's Market with my MJ Delyani! ♥

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Random .gifs II





























Your Ghetto Name:

lolI'mbored.

My name: Queshagurlobamanaytanay

My Life is Okay.

Yep. Okay.

Not good, not great, not oh man, I'm rivalin' Santa's jollyness,

but it's okay.

So I don't get everything I want. That's okay.

Okaaaaaaaaay.

Blarg. Whatever! Ahaaaaaaa

I'm sick. Stupid plague.

BUT I still went dancin' last night. Was so fun. ♥

Though I'm sad Mark didn't really have a good time. More than likely just not his thing. I love him anyway. :)

Cory and I taught Logan how to dance. It was spectacular.

And Tanner was awesome to dance with!! SO FUN! :D

I sang myself hoarse. Ugh.

Typing is so much easier than speaking right now.

Oh God I just coughed on my laptop's screen. Hell dude... XD

I finished The Guild. :( Need something new to watch... prolly will do Firefly finally.

It's so weird, being in on a Saturday night. I feel like I need to be doing things. Or be nothere. It's good to take a break though, especially because my abs are going to be super ripped from coughing so much! Yeeeeeeaaaaah...

Ryan's off seeing Brytnny. I bet they're so adorably happy right now! I'm happy knowing that they're having a good time. ♥

So there's this guy in my dance class that's really cute and friendly, but I can't figure out if he's gay or not. lol. Everyone says it could be either way! ARGH! hah

Bleeeeeeeeeeeh... kinda don't really care anyway.

More things! Going to Fish Rap on Tuesday! Told James Shea I'd be there tonight. :] So exciting!! I LOVE FRL!

Oh. I can go to FRL! because I dropped stupid LALS 80G. Good prof., but too much work for me to want to take the class for just freakin' GEs. GEs are so damned easy to get, why stress myself out over a class I could give 0 fucks about?

Now I'm in Earth Catastrophes with Cam, Miguel, and Logan. So exciting. Even though I basically just sleep through it. Whatever. I liked the killer meteors movie. I WAS AWAKE FOR IT!!

Blah blah blah blah blah... blah.

D-hall sucked tonight. Fuckin' College 8.

Went to Sushi Totoro on Friday. Was fantastic. Tried mocchi (sp?) for the first time. So amazingly delicious. Gummy ice cream stuff omg yay mouth so happy...

I don't freakin' know dude. I'm just okay. Maybe I'd be happy if I weren't sick. Don't really know, don't really care, because I'm sick anyway! Woo....

Casey's big audition is tomorrow. I hope for everyone and the world's sake that she makes it. I feel like she's got a good chance, but yeah, it's all up to them.

I'm listening to Prince now. Love him. Especially 'cause we're dancin' to New Position in jazz dance. LOVE JAZZ DANCE.

Man, this is a lot of ADD rambling. Meh. Whaaaaaaateveeeeer. What else do I have to do? Right. Nothing.

I got a bodice today. Gonna rock Rocky Horror like a damned pro. It's gonna be so hot. Ehehehehehee. >:)

Yeah... well.... I think I'm done for now. Yep.

Monday, October 11, 2010

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Mooski #13 You Belong With Me -Taylor Swift

I've got such a soft spot for this girl. Really.
Also: video is hella cute. XD

I'm Fightin' My Feelings

...and it's not going so well.

My brain just doesn't understand... ug...

Songs I Want to Learn!

  • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/m/muse/starlight_crd.htm
  • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/m/muse/bliss_acoustic_crd.htm
  • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/m/muse/cant_take_my_eyes_off_you_ver2_crd.htm
  • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/m/muse/endlessly_crd.htm
  • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/m/muse/hysteria_ver2_crd.htm
  • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/m/muse/supermassive_black_hole_crd.htm
  • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/m/muse/time_is_running_out_crd.htm
  • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/m/muse/undisclosed_desires_ver3_crd.htm
  • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/t/thrice/stare_at_the_sun_acoustic_crd.htm
  • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/a/ac_dc/you_shook_me_all_night_long_crd.htm
  • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/j/jimmy_eat_world/the_middle_ver2_crd.htm
  • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/j/jimmy_eat_world/pain_crd.htm
  • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/k/kaiser_chiefs/ruby_crd.htm
  • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/k/kings_of_leon/use_somebody_ver3_crd.htm
  • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/o/offspring/want_you_bad_ver2_crd.htm
  • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/f/foo_fighters/best_of_you_ver4_crd.htm
  • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/k/keith_urban/kiss_a_girl_ver2_crd.htm
  • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/t/thrice/artist_in_the_ambulance_acoustic_ver2_crd.htm
  • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/t/taylor_swift/you_belong_with_me_ver3_crd.htm
  • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/a/all-american_rejects/swing_swing_ver2_crd.htm
  • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/s/starship/nothings_gonna_stop_us_now_ver2_crd.htm
  • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/p/plain_white_ts/1_2_3_4_ver5_crd.htm
  • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/p/plain_white_ts/our_time_now_crd.htm
  • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/r/relient_k/best_thing_ver4_crd.htm
  • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/s/switchfoot/stars_ver2_crd.htm
  • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/0-9/30_seconds_to_mars/kings_and_queens_ver3_crd.htm
  • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/0-9/30_seconds_to_mars/the_kill_ver2_crd.htm
  • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/0-9/30_seconds_to_mars/vox_populi_crd.htm
  • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/blink_182/all_the_small_things_crd.htm
  • http://tabs.ultimate-guitar.com/b/blink_182/first_date_ver2_crd_972766id_30072010date.htm
  • http://tabs.ultimate-guitar.com/b/blink_182/i_miss_you_ver6_crd_987453id_13092010date.htm
  • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bloodhound_gang/bad_touch_ver2_crd.htm
  • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/m/metro_station/shake_it_crd.htm
  • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/t/this_providence/my_beautiful_rescue_crd.htm
  • http://tabs.ultimate-guitar.com/y/yellowcard/only_one_ver2_crd.htm
  • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/a/adam_lambert/for_your_entertainment_crd.htm
  • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/a/adam_lambert/mad_world_ver4_crd.htm
  • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/a/adam_lambert/whataya_want_from_me_ver7_crd.htm
  • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/boys_like_girls/thunder_crd.htm
  • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/l/lifehouse/hanging_by_a_moment_ver4_crd.htm
  • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/l/linkin_park/in_the_end_ver2_crd.htm
  • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/t/taylor_swift/love_story_crd.htm
  • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bobby_mcferrin/dont_worry_be_happy_ver4_crd.htm
  • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bon_jovi/its_my_life_ver4_crd.htm
  • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bon_jovi/you_give_love_a_bad_name_crd.htm
  • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/f/fountains_of_wayne/stacys_mom_ver2_crd.htm

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Lit1 Close Reading #1

Darlene McCoy
Madeline McDonald Lane
LIT1
7 October 2010
Attitude in the Anders
Anders, the protaganist in Tobais Wolff’s short story, “Bullet in the Brain”, is a broken man. The loves of his life - simple words, phrases, passages - no longer bring him the joy they once used to. Anders is a book critic, and he does not take his job lightly. He is a man to be feared and abhorred in the literary world, for he, "dispatches almost everything he reviews with a weary, elegant savagrey" (190). Yet, even feared critics need to visit the local bank from time to time to take care of ordinary matters - it's just a shame that poor Anders had no idea that it would be his last.
At the opening of the short story, Anders is standing in a too large for reason line behind two women having a "loud, stupid conversation," and it puts him in a rather snotty mood. When the teller attending the giant line closes her position, one of the women turns around and makes a comment about it, looking for Anders' approval. Being the amazingly sarcastic person he is, Anders responds, "Damned unfair. Tragic, really. If they're not chopping off the wrong leg, or bombing your ancestral village, they're closing off their positions" (190). The woman turns around to look at her friend for her approval of her displeasure with Anders, but her friend’s attention is on others in the room. These others, men in blue suits and ski masks, approach the bank’s guard and put a pistol to his neck. The man holding the pistol yells across the room, "One of you tellers hits the alarm, you're all dead meat. Got it?" (191). Anders, once again, replies as any gutsy, snappy, sardonic book critic in the situation would, "Oh bravo," he says, "Dead meat,” and then turning to his already insulted lady-aquaintance from earlier, “Great script, eh? The stern, brass-knuckled poetry of the dangerous classes” (191).
As the robbery scence progresses, Anders continues to make his backhanded bitter comments, and they finally draw the attention of the man with the pistol. The man pushes the weapon into Anders’ stomach, which Anders notes because it tickles him, and instead of laughing, he fixes his gaze on the man’s eyes because he figures that laughing in front of a rather batty man with a loaded gun is not an idea that would be beneficial to the prolonging of his life. Because staring contests are somewhat awkward, the criminal asks Anders, in quite the vulgar manner, to stop. Anders looks down then, to the man’s shoes, which he also apparently does not approve of, since he then uses the gun to prop up Anders’ chin, forcing him to stare at the ceiling of the bank.
Anders, once again, on instinct, begins to criticize the art adorning the ceiling. He describes it as, “Even worse than he remembered, and [that] all of it [was] executed with utmost gravity” (192). He especially takes note of a scene in which Zeus and Europa are portrayed as a bull eying a rather scandalous cow. The cow’s “canted hips” and “long, droopy eyelashes” create quite the ruckus in Anders’ brain, and his amusement annihilates his attempts at a serious demeanor. The criminal detects Anders’ breaking of face, and demands of him, “What’s so funny, bright boy?” to which Anders replies, “Nothing.” The robber then adds, “You fuck with me again, you’re history. Capiche?” (192).
Anders cannot help himself. The poor man’s attempts to hold back his laughter finally prove to be futile. He bursts out laughing, and the criminal replies by raising the gun, and shooting the satirical best-seller slaughterer in the head. Ironically, Anders’ life flashes before his eyes - but he does not see his first love, his wife, or his daughter before the bullet exits his brain - he recounts only a memory from his childhood. He remembers the intense heat of a summer day on a baseball field, the local neighborhood boys chatting about something he perceived as so trivial it was oppressive, and a certain boy’s words. These words, these grammatically incorrect, piercing words, “They is. They is. They is,” echo throughout Anders’ brain during the last milliseconds of his life. He recalls his feelings toward them - how he was roused and elated by their total unexpectedness; how that unexpectedness was music to his ears. The bullet bids farewell to its delicate jelly-like obstruction, taking with it, its “comet tail of memory and hope and talent and love” (193). Then his life ends. Anders is no more.
Authors, writers, and poets do not always simply write for pleasure. While the wit written into this short tale is quite entertaining all on its own - “Bullet in the Brain” does have an actual meaning behind its creation. This man - this Anders - is presented as a grumbling, ill-tempered, querulous person who has worked in such a quantity, and with such quality that the joy he used to receive from doing so is naught but a childhood memory. He can no longer appreciate the one thing in the world he loved more than any other; he can no longer appreciate the power of words, and because he cannot, he cannot be genuinely content with any other aspect of his life. Even on the threshold of death, he is incapable of remembering certain points in his life that one would think to be significant - nothing but the misguided phrase “They is.” “They is” - the simple, mindless, alluring phrase spoken by a bumbling boy on a summer’s day - the unexpected and beautiful incorrectness that Anders could never tire of; the odd bliss he felt in the core of his mind: “They is” is all he could remember, because it was one thing in the world that had the ability to entrance him. He extracts this memory of happiness from some corner of his mind, and then the bullet snatches it from him. Anders’ happiness, the echoing words, leave him in the “comet tail of memory and hope and talent and love” (193). At this point in the time, the reader feels some sort of remorse for this misery of a once man, now corpse. But why? Why does the reader feel anything for this antagonizing man? Anders never lived his life the way Tobias Wolff implies that he should have. And what is Wolff implying? Live life to its fullest, because life sometimes ends abruptly and unexpectedly. Do not get caught up in the solemn seriousness of life, because the not-so-serious experiences in life will be missed, and honestly, what else is there to do in life but live, and let live?

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

"Look At Me Go! :("

So the craziness that is apparently an innate part of B5 hit like a truck the other day.

I'm not going to go into a lot of it -- but OH MAN. Fucking insane shit, dude.

Let's put it this way... Logan and Kendal had a "talk."

Annnnnnnnnd now he's not really so much allowed to be near the downtown house.

Yep.

I found out yesterday -- duuuuuuurrr. Logan's a close friend of mine, of course I know, right?! hah

Anyway, I'm going to not post my opinions on things (right now?). I honestly don't even know what my opinions are... I just want my friends to be okay. :(

But! I do want to say... to either of you, 'cause y'know, both of ya'll read this here blogger-thingger, if you need to talk... please come find me. Even if I have a mountain of LALS homework (which I probably will ~.~), I will sit and chat with you for as long as you need. It's what friends do! ♥

I love you both. Lots. :]

There's also going to be another post later as to why I was pissed as fuck last night.

Mini-rant, go! Yahoooo!

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

For the Lawls.

"Hey what's up you silly fuck?!"
"Don't call me a fuck!"
"...but you're my favorite fuck!"

*facepaaaaaalm

Monday, October 4, 2010

I Really Like This...

Ganked from Frankie's Tumblr.
It’s the details that I can’t get enough of. It’s the difference in the sizes of our hands; your fingers and knuckles make mine look like twigs. It’s the way I have to tilt my head back and look up at you to say, “Bitch.” It’s the way you could crush me if you hugged me just a little too hard. It’s just a fetish for that one place I can unabashedly confess, “I’m fragile,” in a world where I have to know, have to believe, and have to yell, “I’m unbreakable.”

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Just Amusing.


Mooski #12 Kings and Queens - 30 Seconds to Mars

I like them. It's a good song. :)

There's no actual meaning to this song other than I enjoy the music.

That's a first! Hah

Overview of the Weekend

K so -- things started out with Date Night!

Which went really well. Like really, really well.

Exceeeeeeept for the fact that for some God awful stupid reason I don't like him.

Stupid stupid stupid. ARGH.

Anyway, realization of not liking said person so much killed half a Saturday with bad feelings.

Then people showed up.

And there was booze.

And I was intoxicated quickly.

And bad feelings sort of went away. 

Freshman gave me a lot of candy! And Red Bull! Mmmmmm! :]

Then Michael showed up... some balls were tripped.

I think I spent time in my room then, trying not to freak out, I guess.

I ended up wandering between my room and the living room...

Theeeen I pulled Logan out to talk...

Admitted that I still like him 'n stuff... (!)

Talked about some other things...

annnnnnd sort of cried all over him a little bit...

Oh dear.

After talking with Logan, I went upstairs to talk to Ryan...

Who of course, just made me feel better. Gotta love Ryan!

After that, it was like 11 already and we proceeded to leave Porter and head to Rayne's.

Housewarming party, of course!

Finally got to talk to Michael. Thanks Logan for shoving me out the door!  Everything there is now "fixed."

We were having a blast there (lesbian orgy in the closet! ♥), but her new housemates freaked Rayne out and stuff...

Which, y'know, turned things a little sour. Just a little.

We headed out at like... 2 - 2:30? Dunno. Just went to Kendal's place for a bit. Alec and Logan ended up crashing there... They have a really freaking cute kitty.

Left Kendal's at like 3 AM, got back to Porter, and proceeded to pass the fuck out.

Now it's morning... and I'm just like... holy good fuck, what the hell do I do with my life?

I guess I should take a shower. Go eat at the d-hall. Do normal things.

I did everything I wanted to last night... mission accomplished... but I didn't really think of what might happen this week and today. Kind of worried because some shit did go down last night.

Well. Actually. I don't think anything is going to happen. I'm just gonna go back to being somewhat lonely single me who has hardly any interest in anyone. I feel like I have a switch... and someone turned it off... or that somehow, I've learned to be so emotionally detached to people though the craziness of my life, that it's hard for me to have feelings for anyone outside of my friend group. Geeeeeeeeeeez my brain hurts.

Oh and most of Porter now knows I'm crazy as fuck. I'm not really the most quiet person.

OH WELL. :)

Tonight

Shit Fuck Tits Balls Assholes ARGH Doom Destruction Sleep Sleepy ARGH Damnit.

Saturday, October 2, 2010

ARGH THE WORLD

Man, I feel like crap.

Tonight is going to be intense.

All Bad.

I've been on some awesome dates in the past two weeks.

But there's still no emotional attachment for me...

ARGH!

I like this guy 'cause he's cute, nice, tells me I'm pretty and is a damned good kisser... I guess.

Dunno...

Dear problem, fix yourself? Please?

Lots of Links, Lots of Music

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