My Friend Scott is A Great Human Person

He gave me the code so I could get this live journal for free. He also is a fabulous writer and makes me laugh a lot. He also gives me advice about boys. God bless my friend Scott.

Politics should be fun

I am watching the Democratic rock the vote debate and they just quoting a stat that alleges young people are more conservative than their parents and approve of the job GWB is doing. WHO THE FUCK ARE THESE YOUNG PEOPLE AND WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THEM?

PS

I meant to say I wrote this long entry and then motherfucking live journal ate it. SO THERE, I said it.

Live journal bite me

I just typed this long entry about in jokes and this fucking awesome Russian rapper me and my friend Annie are insane over but are pretty sure is a massive hoax. Check out his website, http://www.illmitch.com and read the lyrics to one of his songs here and maybe I will write all the crap I just wrote again cause it was funny. I hope Ill Mitch does not have this shit copyrighted or he may sue me or ride his skateboard over and punch me while rapping.

Ill Mitch- Heyladiesfans

(Chorus):
Heyladiesfans can we fall in love?
I fit with you like a boxing glove
You need me and I accept it
I believe in love, I’m no skeptic
(repeat)

Come to Ill Mitch bedroom and get a rub,
Or Ill Mitch bathroom and get in tub, (bubbly)
And you can wash me (clean my area)
Look how you like it
I’ve got crystal balls, a Russian psychic
I’m reading your mind, learning your taste
Take the tickle me train below my waist, (?) All aboard!
Next stop heaven,
Be careful Ill Mitch’s engine’s revving

(Chorus)

(scrub my squash)
Now they say I’ve got a lot of women, I get skills from Hong Kong to Yemen,
(you like my Volvo?)
Why? You know why,
Because it’s paradise, I put lemon
They don’t complain, they give me food
They wash my dish, they feed my fish
People think they’re with me cause my raps are clever
Really it’s because I’m in love forever

(Chorus)

Hey no pressure,
Clean my floor
Mow my lawn
Clean my area
Who’s this in my room?
Get out of my (?)
This is my fire escape, not yours!!
Turn off the lights, no wait,
Find my car keys, you’re leaving.

I feel bad.

I feel bad this morning because I drank too much last night, got only 4 hours of sleep, and stole bowling shoes from a bowling alley.

Truest thing I have read in ages.

From Jim Caple's column on ESPN Page 2 today:

Rooting for the Yankees is like rooting for Ticketmaster, only with better T-shirts.

Sometimes Being a Girl is Stupid.

I have to go to this ball in a couple weeks for school. Well, I don't HAVE to go per se, but it is another excuse to get drunk with my friends. Anyways, it's a formal event, which means I have to find a formal dress. I wanted to find a really cool vintage one to wear because, well, I like vintage clothes, and if I have to get dressed up I don't want to look like every other yahoo. So I looked on ebay for like months, and on Friday night I finally found one that was awesome and would fit me so I bid on it, but then some bee-yotch came in at the last minute and outbid me. This made me very mad and sad. I may have to resort to wearing a "normal" dress or the dress I wore last year, which was kick ass. Anyways, this whole diatribe about dresses leads up to me making the observation that when it comes to fashion and the like I wish I could be a boy and not care about this shit. I suppose that I could just make the decision to be a girl that doesn't care about it, but I do. In other vintage clothes news, I went to Value Village today and got an adorable red velour jacket that almost made up for losing that dress on ebay. Almost.

PS Live journal spell check sucks. Why does it always try to give me suggestions for "doesn"? Doesn't it get that that is a contraction word?? Whatever Live Journal.

What Makes Me Happy

I was thinking as I drove to school today. What I was thinking about was lyrics in songs, and how the way certain lyrics in certain songs are sung makes me so very happy. It's very much like that scene in "Almost Famous" where the kid and Russell Hammond are discussing the "woo" in a Marvin Gaye song. I may be mixing up the singer or the word, and in fact I think that may be a scene in the extended version ("Untitled" if you will) so if you haven't seen that you're even more lost. Anyways, the whole point of this is that I love music for those moments when I love the way a line is sung so much my fingers tingle and I have to sing along and everything feels right with the world. The lyric can even be shitty, or nonsensical, but the way it's intoned sends me flying.

The lyric that prompted this whole thought this morning comes at about the 4:40 mark in Springsteen's "Rosalita" when he sings "I want to be your man." I can't even begin to put into words why I love the way he sings that so, and obviously that particular phrase doesn't have a lot of hidden meaning or anything. But every damn time I hear it I think to myself "this makes me happy."

Another example: the last verse of "Wrapped Around Your Finger" by the Police. "Devil on the deep blue sea behind me" gets me going every time as well. Thinking about this sort of silly topic all day today just got me thinking about this live journal, and how I intended to write in it all the time, and how I never started. I think maybe I wanted to start off with something really important, or come up with a grand plan for it or whatever. But that's bullshit. I'm going to post stupid crap about song lyrics, and how they make me smile and that is fucking good enough for me.