For the record, and so that Pooh can be properly competitive, my best time on Expert Level of mindsweeper is 175. I'm actually pretty proud of that one. My former top score was like, 219 or something.
Last night I randomly found the episode of Sex and the City when Big moves to Napa, and I cried all over again. The second he puts on Moon River I am toast. Just a big old sobby mess. But this episode still makes me insanely happy any time I see it. One day I will meet my Big. I am sure of it.
You are a XSIG--Expressive Sentimental Intellectual Giver. This makes you a Teddy Bear. - Are you fucking kidding me?
Hee! I just want to give you a big squeeze. You are tender, honest, generous and fair. You are an excellent kisser and a sensitive, communicative lover, and you know it. You would never intentionally hurt someone's feelings or overstep his/her boundaries. You have beautiful eyes. - Well I do have beautiful eyes... but I'm still not sure about this generous and fair stuff. And tender? What am I, a steak?
Most people take your laid-back attitude, blazing wit and subtle sexiness and stick you in "friend." - YES!
But some see your extreme hotness for what it is and latch on. - NO!
This means you have a few members of your target sex in the bank at all times -- I call this "money in the sex bank" -- but you're too sensitive and thoughtful to exploit them. More than once. - *checks bank balance* Nope, this is all wrong. And I would be completely willing to exploit them. Many times.
You are so rational and deliberate in an argument that it can frustrate and exhaust your partner. Your fights can take forever, but your press on with them until they are completely resolved and both you and your partner are satisfied. If your partner is weak of will, s/he may just give in -- be wary of this! An emotional or passive-aggressive outburst later will hurt and horrify you. Rational and deliberate? Is that the definition of "YEAH? Well you can just... SHUT UP!"
It is *critically important* that you are able to respect your partner. The moment you lose respect for him/her, you lose everything. - Very true.
When you make friends, you make them for life -- you can go without speaking to a friend for years and pick up right where you left off. - and still be just as annoyed as I was the last time we talked.
You are completely faithful, both physically and emotionally. - just not mentally.
You are the second best (to XPIG) parent of any type. - I will have to remember this when I have children, because clearly anything they do wrong will be because of their father's crappy parenting.
If you are male, you have a huge shlong. Just saying. - Alrighty then.
Listening to: Richard Ashcroft - (Could Be) A Country Thing, City Thing, Blues Thing
"You take me from the madness, the awe inspiring sadness..."
I was up until 6am last night/this morning playing mindsweeper. Mindsweeper. WTF is wrong with me? I got all convinced that I had to beat my best time on the expert level. Eventually that goal dropped down to just beating the expert level. Which I eventually did at about 5:45am. It was so wrong. I really don't know what came over me, other than the rush of endorphins/hazardous fumes that cleaning your apartment at 2am can cause. But this place is sparkling right now. It is absolutely beautiful. The only problem is that the tv is still on the floor. I have this nice coffee table that used to be my parents that I wanted to put the tv on. It's really nice, all glass and chrome and very 80's so naturally I love it. However it is in pieces, and the screws for it are super old and stripped so I need some new ones. You would think it'd be really easy to buy screws right? I mean, they're screws. Run into Home Depot, hand it to someone who works there, taa daa new table. Noooooooo. Apparently this table is held together by the world's oddest sized screws. I had to go to three different places looking for them. I ended up in some weird industrial store and had to special order them in. Enjoyably it only takes a day, and the screws were only 10 cents each. And for some reason the guy who helped me seemed really familiar, like I'd met him before. For the life of me I can not place him. I hate that. I'm so bad with names and faces. Maybe I'll ask him if he's there tomorrow.
I hate that audioscrobbler is down. At least I can still look at what people are listening to over at last.fm but it's just not the same. And what's with the neighbours? My number one person right now is 106.5% compatible to me. HUH? We don't even have that many artists in common when you compare. I hope it is back to normal soon, it's driving me nuts.
I, like the rest of the world, have a bunch of gmail account invites. Let me know if you want one. I've found they are very helpful for sending/receiving mp3's. And you can never have too many of those.
Listening to: Franz Ferdinand - Words so Leisured
"Won't you dye your black hair white?"
I have sad news. I did not get Morrissey tickets. Yes, I know this is a shocking thing. But when it came down to it, they were just too expensive. And when I logged on to get seats, they only had crappy ones left. I was at work when they went on sale, and was actually working at the time. The nerve. But I didn't want to spend $80 for a bad seat, and have to make two trips to Toronto in two days. So budgeting won out, and I'm a little sad. I guess on that night, I'll just hole up in my room with some Morrissey and Smiths cds and have a sad bastard party of one. Which actually sounds rather enjoyable.
In happy happy joy joy news, the roomie is moving out tomorrow, and then I will have the whole apartment all to myself! Clutter free, without boxes all over the place. Slightly lacking in furniture, but hey that's just more room to dance in. Possibly nekkid.
I don't have much else to say, except that this quiz rocks:
Joe Strummer... you've been through the cleansing
fire of punk, only to pick up a few venerial
diseases along the way. You're more of an
optimist when it comes to fucked-up genius.
But you can write wicked-deadly riffs and lyrics.
Feeling slightly better. This is such a total relief I can't even begin to describe it. I've been sick for so damn long it's hard to remember what being healthy feels like. The crazy hand shaking drugs seem to be working. I'm not coughing as much, I'm down to just a few attacks a day. I have one more doctors appointment on Friday, and hopefully he'll tell me that my xrays came back clean and that I don't sound all wheezy and breathless anymore.
So enough of that, let's move on to shallow frivolous things like tv shows. I watched the premiere episode of Desperate Housewives, and I liked it. How can you not like a show with a voice over line like "Susan had met the enemy, and she was a slut." It was fun. There's a whole mystery element to the show that I personally think it could do without, but overall I thought it was good. I think I'll be watching. Or taping anyway.
I'm going to see Chicago here in town tomorrow night. I've seen it once before, but that was in London's West End, so I don't think the travelling road show version will be quite as good. But it's a night out, and my dad is paying for the tickets, so that's always good.
New music time: I finally got the new Hives cd, and it seems really good and Hives like. But you probably all knew that already. I also have a growing pile of cds that I need to listen to. I grabbed the new Faithless cd from the radio station. I had the first one, but it really didn't do much for me. They've been playing Weapon of Mass Destruction on the radio lately, and I do like it. I've also got the latest Sparta album that my soon-to-be-Roomie loves to pieces. One of these days I will listen to these albums.
Morrissey tickets go onsale on Friday! The concert is the day after the Killers/Ambulance LTD show, but I still want to go. Really, really badly. Dammit! I just realized that The Killers show is on Thanksgiving Monday. That bites. My parents are going to beat me.
Work calls!
Listening to: The Hives - Walk Idiot Walk (in my head)
"See the idiot walk... see the idiot talk..."
My hands are shaking. I started some new medication for my cough/lung/crap a few hours ago, and now I'm all twitchy and my hands are shaking. It's kinda freaky. I'm assuming it will go away soon. I mean, I just pumped my body full of steroids, it should do something. Have I mentioned that I'm really sick of being sick? And sick of drugs, doctor appointments, x-rays and coughing my brains out? Just checking.
I spent all morning laying about like a slug watching tv, so I'm all caught up on my shows again. Damn I love Nip/Tuck. It should be illegal to look as good as JM does. Normally I'd rag on Kristin for not updating, but his picture in her last post still makes me drool.
I also found out who America's Next Top Model is. I did know before since it aired months ago in the states, but I still love that show. It is so cheesy and wonderful.
I saw the Butterfly Effect last night, and found it entirely meh. Also, everytime Ashton's "mom" came on screen, I just wanted to scream and throw things at her. How does Menora Walters continue to get roles? She's awful! Haven't these people seen Desert Saints? Don't they know that she was the worst part of the sexiest movie of all time?
I also picked up a previously viewed copy of Pirates of the Caribbean yesterday. I'm happy to have a copy of that, it was so good. I may watch that this afternoon while I wait for the twitching to subside.
Listening to: Doves - Last Broadcast
"Who knows the reason why?"
Oh yes the concerts are back, and with them comes the concert debt, and the time booked off work to go see the concerts. It's a damn good thing I love music so much or I'd be pissed. I need to get a job at a record company where I can get paid to listen to music all the time. That would be awesome.
I'm going to see the doctor tomorrow to bitch and moan at him about how he gave me crappy drugs last time. I've finished my TWO WEEK course of antibiotics, and I've been using this inhaler and some nasal spray stuff, and I am still sick sick sick. It is awful. It's making me depressed again because it's all I can think about. I have a constant headache from the coughing, which is also making my chest and back sore. I've had way too many people tell me that I can crack a rib from coughing too hard and I'm starting to get scared that may happen.
I finally made a kick ass mix cd. It's all happy (well for me anyway) stuff, best played in the car driving in the sunshine. It's lovely and wonderful. I'm going to post the tracklisting at the LJ momentarily, so if you'd like a copy let me know and I'll send one your way. Or I can just send you the mp3's if you would like that. I know that some of you have most of the songs because I've forced them on you already.
Tomorrow is my tenth day of ten straight shifts at work, and I can not wait to be done with it. I am just so drained and I need a day off. Anyone want to lay about and be a slug with me on Saturday? I've missed you guys. I've been MIA on AIM for way too long. I hope all is well with you all. *many hugs*
Listening to: Garbage - Vow
"I can't use what I can't abuse..."
It's currently 5:06, I'm editing for the 6:00 news, and I'm so bored that I'm blogging. Does anyone else see the problem with this? Either we've somehow managed to become insanely ahead, or else we will be completely screwed in about a half hour.
So my lack of concerts from last week? Heh. So in the past. I now have tickets to go and see Franz Ferdinand, also tickets for the Killers with Ambulance LTD opening. On Thursday I'm hoping to be the proud owner of Snow Patrol tickets. Also, Broken Social Scene are coming to town, but I'm not sure when those tickets are going on sale. The Stills are playing three shows with in an hours drive of here in October, so I have to figure out which date is best for those and get tickets. Or wait for them to add a date here in town, which is a possibility.
Oh! Work! Must run...
Listening to: co-workers working... And Snow Patrol's Run, in my head.
"Even if you can not hear my voice, I'll be right beside you dear..."
Here is my long overdue Curiosa review. In two words - Fucking awesome. In a bunch more words - Really fucking awesome. Just great. We got into Toronto, and by the time we parked and got thoroughly searched (the least he could have done was bought me dinner first) and into the park, we had completely missed the first band Head Automatica. Since I've never heard of them I didn't really care. Mogwai were onstage, but I wanted to check out the tshirts first. The good ones sell out fast at shows like this. There were a million shirts, and they were all really cute, but the Interpol Antics one caught my eye. $40 later it was mine. It's black and says InterpolAntics across the front. Interpol is in white and Antics in in red. Have I mentioned lately that I love that album? Because I do.
At this point there was about five minutes left in Mogwai's set, so we decided to head over to the second stage to catch Cooper Temple Clause. They started their set off with a completely kick ass version of Did You Miss Me that had me bitter I hadn't played their cd more, and completely wowed my friend J who had never heard them before. I'd heard them being interview earlier on the radio, and they had mentioned they were only doing a five song set. The set times were really tight, only five minutes between the sets on the first and second stages. So after their fourth song we ran back over to the first stage to see The Rapture.
The Rapture kick ass. There isn't really much more to say. They came out, they played awesome music, they danced badly and generally were super entertaining and much fun. Plus they played Out of the Races, which I love more and more each day. They were wonderful. Their set finished, which left us five minutes to get to the second stage to catch Auf der Mar.
Yeeeeeaaaaaaaah. That didn't work very well. At all. If you all will direct your attention here at this map for a second. Open it in a new window, that will help. The concert was at the big white building in the middle, the one that looks kinda Roman. The second stage was at the orange tenty part right above the words Market Square. We had five minutes to get from the amphitheatre to the second stage. All of us. Thousands of people trying to cram their way through one entrance. Plus, you couldn't take alcohol over to the second stage, so there was a big holdup of people trying to down their beers at the "no alcohol" gate. After that, you had to show your ticket again to get into the second stage. By the time we got through that mess, who knows how long Auf der Mar had been playing for. So we watched two songs before we headed back, because neither J or I wanted to miss one second of Interpol. From what I saw, Auf der Mar rocked. I have a total girl crush on Melissa Auf der Mar, have ever since her and Courtney Love rocked out and looked so damn good in the Celebrity Skin video. So she seemed awesome, but I didn't really see enough to tell.
I did however decide to buy a bright pink Muse tshirt before we headed back for Interpol. It was the very last one that they had, the guy had to rip it down from the fence and everything. I was very happy to get it, but the two girls behind me were not very happy I got it. Suckers.
Do I even need to go into how good Interpol were? Because they were so damn good it wasn't even funny. One, I thought of you when they played Narc. I even thought that if I'd had your number, I would have concert called you. The most expensive concert call ever, but I would have. They were so amazing. SO AMAZING. And the new songs sound so good live. I could go on and on about them. The Interpol set was the highlight of my night, they were just...fucking awesome.
We herded our way over to the second stage again to catch Muse. Same deal, they had already started by the time we got there. I caught two new songs, and a kick ass version of Sunburn before we headed back to get ready for the Cure. Who were amazing. I knew they would be, and they were. In fact, they were so good that I didn't even really mind the fact that Robert Smith is no longer the heartthrob he once was. Although, the first song they played was Lost off the new album, and the first line (which is repeated a lot) is "I can't find myself" and I thought "Have you tried dropping about 50 pounds? Then maybe you could find yourself." But the music was good and soon chased all those thoughts away. The best set was the "radio friendly" set: Lovesong, In Between Days, and Just Like Heaven. How can you not dance around with a huge smile on your face to that set? It's impossible. AND! They played lullaby! It is my all time favourite Cure song, and it was just amazing to hear live. Love love love.
So yeah, the whole thing rocked. Except the two stages part, but hey... I got to see good, long, solid sets from The Rapture, Interpol and the Cure. The few Cooper Temple Clause, Auf der Mar and Muse songs were just icing on the good music cake.
And now there is nothing on my concert calendar. Except for the Snow Patrol gig, but it hasn't been officially announced yet, so I don't have tickets.
Listening to: Depeche Mode - Policy of Truth
"Hide what you have to hide, and tell what you have to tell..."
Curiosa is today! EEEEEEEEE! I'm freaking out, I'm sooooooooo excited about this. I'm trying to decide what shirt I should buy at the concert today. A Cure one? Rapture? Interpol? I already have an Interpol shirt, but I love them enough to justify two. Maybe they'll have a Curiosa one. I'll just get whatever one jumps out at me the most. YAY Concerts!
In other random news, my landlord woke me up this morning to show the apartment to someone. Ugh. That wasn't fun. She woke me up from a deep sleep, and at first I was all confused. Then I let them in, but I felt awful. My room was a total mess. I was embarrassed to let someone look at it. I guess I should clean up my room before this happens again.
Off to make some food, then to swim at my parents and then to the concert! WHEEEEEEEEE!
Listening to: The Rapture - Killing
"Got to got to know..."
"It's whippin' my hair, it's pullin' my waist, To hell with stares, The sweat is drippin' all over my face, No one's there, I'm the only one dancin' up in this place"
"Cause dancing is about sexual confidence, So shake up your stuff and if you feel good enough to let the moment just hit you if the music befits you"
I went dancing last night! I love dancing. I know I've said it before, but I felt it had to be said again. I'm especially happy because I have met a new dancing friend. Dancing friends are very important and they are hard to find. There are far too many people out there who will only dance when they are:
- Drunk
- Like the song that is playing
- There are enough people on the dancefloor
- Really drunk
I don't get these people. If it has a beat, I will be out on the dancefloor. The only thing I don't like to dance to is that slow, grinding R&B stuff. Because that isn't dancing, that's grinding. It's just an excuse for creepy guys you don't know to come up behind you and try to rub their crotch on you. Unless you look like the Kief, I don't want that.
Anyway, I was out with a bunch of co-workers and one of the new girls at work also loves to dance restriction free. We are very happy to have found each other and have already made plans to go dancing again.
We closed the place down last night, which means I got home at about three. I decided that I would sleep in nice and late today. However the car alarm that went off at 5:30 this morning clearly had other plans for me. That thing went off forever. At least five minutes anyway, which feels like forever at 5:30 in the morning. It finally shut off and I drifted back to sleep. Then at about 9:00 someone decided to mow the field behind my building. I really do hate people. So I shut my windows, turned on my fan and went back to sleep. I actually did pretty well, I didn't get up until just before noon.
Happy Birthday David Duchovny. I still love you even if you have no career. David happens to share his birthday with my younger brother. Which means that my baby brother is now 20. See how those don't go together? Baby brother and 20? It's just not right.
Listening to: Shivaree - Goodnight Moon
"Outside the door he followed me home..."
OMG, ONE!!! Guess what?!?!?! Well, and all the rest of you too, but One is the only person who I know will be ultra excited about this... I was at the college radio station today, and there was a new pretty unopened box from EMI. Since EMI always has all the good stuff, I asked the program director if I could open it. He was all "sure, fine, whatever" so I did. And guess what I found? The Phoenix album!!!!! WHEEEEEEEEEEE!
I then drove all the way back to work listening to Everything is Everything over and over again. Damn I love that song.
Other good news in the good news day is that I have the best dad ever. I was all sad yesterday after I went to the pharmacy to fill my prescriptions only to discover that they cost $180! I mean really, it's just a cold, how can it take $180 to fix it? I should have just bought some Buckleys or something. But anyway, a bunch of antibiotics, some nasal spray and some puffer/inhaler like thingy I was down $180 and quite bitter about it. And then today my dad brought me a cheque for $200 and told me that he'd pay for the drugs. YAY!
Back to work...
Listening to: Phoenix - Everything is Everything (in my head)
"Ever since I always wanted, I always wanted you..."
Here I am posting like a good girl. I just haven't had much to talk about lately. I've been in a bit of a rut. I've just been... down for lack of a better word. With a side of anxiety and depression. I'm not sure what's up, I've just been upset. I keep finding myself in tears for no reason. I'm ultra stressed about everything, even though nothing has changed. I've been a bit of a mess. Hence the not being around much. I hate feeling like this, which of course doesn't help, because then I'm upset with myself for being upset. It's all rather silly, but I still can't seem to shake this mood. My mom has me taking St. John's Wort which is supposed to be good for depression. I've only been taking them for four days now so I can't tell if they've helped at all. Many thanks to Pooh and One for listening to me rant and cry. I really appreciate it.
So let's talk about something that isn't all sad bastard-like. I finally picked up the Snow Patrol cd Final Straw and I LOVE it. It is just awesome. Everyone should go and get it. I've been working on two new mixed cd's and they're coming along nicely. I've been thinking about making a third one as well. The first one is summery, a bunch of songs for singing along to while driving around. The second one is just a random mix, and the third one is for a friend's boyfriend who tried to claim that he was more into British music than I am. I believe there may have been a comment about him being a bigger Travis fan than I am. Yes that sound you hear is me laughing. I figure I should make him a disc of really good stuff to prove him wrong.
Curiosa is next Monday and I am freaking estactic about it (while still being down and depressed it's quite a talent.) I'm really looking forward to hearing the new Interpol stuff live because damn that album is good.
I have done next to no work today. That really is quite enjoyable, but I should probably go and at least sit in an edit suite before they catch on to my lack of work.
I shall leave you with this, by request from Mnemo:
Love that man. Damn you FOX for not running Still Life!!
Watching: Veronica Mars, SG1
Reading: Hot Six
Listening: Coldplay
Lusting: All the TV Boyfriends
Wanting: JOB! Seriously.
Loving: New TV Obsessions
Quoting: "How was your date?" "You know, the conversation was lame, but the sex was great." Veronica to her Dad.
Next Concert: Death From Above 1979
