[Pages for C's FicPresent: 43- FINISHED!!]
[run to the past]
Saturday, August 28, 2004
02:43 a.m.
[Whoo! ~flails~]
I found Shane's 'I Believe in a Thing Called Love' performance from Canadian Idol 2.
...and it's still the funniest thing ever.
GUITAR!
Friday, August 27, 2004
04:27 p.m.
[]
music: Drop the Bomb -DDR
'The thirteen-year-olds, fresh out of prepuberty and armed with what they earnestly believe is a genius wit worthy of Oscar Wilde (although not actually Oscar Wilde’s wit, obviously, because that would be gay)...'
-From this article at Rum and Monkey
Taking a break from university crackpoem reading, to sort of hang out and drink water. I have too many things to do right now, and I haven't finished one of them. Oops.
Thursday, August 26, 2004
12:33 a.m.
[So, I'm Obviously not Spending Enough Time Here]
Something Corporate is fucking rotting my brain.
I miss talking to Kay.
Sam is a lot cooler of a guy than I ever gave him credit for in high school.
I have a minor case of writer's block.
...yeah. There's my life. Obviously, you're not missing much.
Sunday, August 22, 2004
01:29 a.m.
[Oh yes. Rockage is occuring.]
So, after a couple months of bad procrastination, C's fic gift is completely edited, beta-ed, and ready to be printed. ...which means I'll have to transfer it to my laptop.
Sigh.
But yeah, accomplishment. Yay!
Thursday, August 12, 2004
08:30 p.m.
[~groans/buries face in hands~]
How the hell do normal people talk on AIM? Because I'm obviously deficient...
Tuesday, August 10, 2004
11:14 p.m.
[Pep Talk]
music: Cest La Vie - B*Witched (have I mentioned that I'm going to hell?)
Ok, self, let's get this straight right now. You will be going to work at the museum archives tomorrow morning. You will get up and leave the house before nine. No more of this sissy "But I can do stuff at the Library," thing.
You have nothing to do at the Library until you finish the museum research. So get over your archive-phobia. No one is going to eat you, and they don't even hate you that much there any more.
...and stop listening to B*Witched. Damn those British.(That means you too, Morrissey! [shakes fist])
Saturday, August 7, 2004
07:25 p.m.
[I Think I Love Yoooooooooooou...]
music: I Think I Love You- Less Than Jake (cover)
I went for a walk in the rain today. For, like, an hour. The legs of my jeans are still kinda wet.
I'm tihnking about running the first print of C's story, but I think I want slightly heavier paper. Must go out and do a test/compare.
Ok. I admit it. I'm bored.
I think I'll go find some heavy stock, though. Just so the title page isn't too flimsy...
I need to find some socks. And dry shoes.
Tuesday, August 3, 2004
07:24 p.m.
[Ah... musicstores.]
In your Skull!
Take Where's your Brain? today!
Created with Rum and Monkey's Personality Test Generator.Grey matter, you got some located in that head of yours, and it seems to be working well for you!You form your own opinions not by following the pack, but by gathering the facts before you open your mouth. Odds are you don't watch much TV and effort to educate yourself on many different, relevant topics. The unfortunate side affect of having a brain is you can be apathetic or show anger to people that seem to have dropped theirs. Patience grasshopper, be the better person, not the bitter one;)
In other news, when one of the comics you read almost makes you spit milk on your computer screen, you know it's a good day.
Went to CD Plus after work with the intention of blowing a bunch of money. Long story short: No money was actually spent. Instead, I played the "I-can-name-more-indieart-bands-than-you-can" game with Dan Riley (this guy who works there and I used to go to school with). I won, too, though I give the boy credit for understanding what I meant when I started talking about Tim Kasher.
Besides, he ordered in some of the Faint. Which means I've got a copy of Danse Macabre coming... sooner or later.
Also had a rather amusing moment of Saddle Creek bonding time in which he asked me about Azure Ray, and I tried not to snicker. Cause, c'mon, as far as female artpop goes, Rilo Kiley wins every time.
...I need a life.
[ETA: I saw Squishy Fish at the mall today and ended up eating lunch with him. Have realized how much I will miss all my school-only friends. Must call up Aurelius and take him out for lunch or something. Cause that boy's too... Republican... not to hold on to.]
Sunday, August 1, 2004
11:18 p.m.
[The social glare.]
music: Glass Danse- The Faint
My dad likes Rilo Kiley. I'm not sure whether to be impressed, or worried.
In other news, LEGO Spiderman 2. It's totally worth the huge download time.
Saturday, July 31, 2004
08:22 p.m.
[No one really cares, Beyonce]
'Heathers' is one of the most fucked up movies I've ever seen. And this is from someone who sat through 'Elephant' and 'Bully'. (Let's not talk about that last one. Just... trauma on a stick.)
The worst part? It was also one of the funnier things I've seen lately. Because homosexuality and bottled water go together like Katelynn and slash.
Speaking of funny, more people need to read Friendly Hostility.
...can we all tell I'm a little bored?
Oh, anyone who actually uses AIM? I'm changing sign in names to 'Sbooshy'. Because. Yeah. I can.
Friday, July 30, 2004
11:37 p.m.
[We can live like Jack and Sally if you want to...]
music: Miss You- Blink 182
...That story? For Christiana?
Yeah, that's so DONE.
Thursday, July 29, 2004
11:46 p.m.
[The Bomb Will Keep us Together...]
music: Shaking- OLP
...someone probably needs to take my Smiths album away from me.
I'm going to Walk-in tomorrow to see if there's something that can actually be done for my stupid throat (day six--no change). Excited that this stupid cough might finally go away and let me sleep well.
Wednesday, July 28, 2004
10:41 p.m.
[And now, one line of Canadian Idol Blather]
music: Moving Too Fast - The Last Five Years Soundtrack
Jacob Hoggart as David Bowie in his "Ziggy Stardust" days. That is all.
...sweet jesus, no boy should look that good in hooker makeup.
Wednesday, July 28, 2004
02:12 p.m.
[And oh so Tired of Being Sick]
...when you wake up on the fifth morning of your cold and feel worse than you have any previous day, you know it's time to call in sick.
So here I am, at home. Coughing my lungs out during my week of freedom.
This is sad on so many levels.
Tuesday, July 27, 2004
06:48 p.m.
[Kill Your Television (or: MuschMusic Crack)]
"Yeah, you may have won [the contest], but we all lose now." -Devon, after a caller asked to listen to Ashley Simpson
On a semi-related note, why the hell does it look like Avril Lavigne is playing a piano in her new video? Because, hi, there's not a single note of piano in the whole song. ...someone please tell me it's just a really big table.
Razor commercials are the cheeziest things. Ever. 'Nuff said.
Uhm. Ok. They're playing the Macarana on Power Shift.
Ok thank god, Billy Talent.
I'm probably not making sense anymore. Blame it on the fact that I'm on Day 4 of being Really Sick.
Music television is bad for you. (So is morphine! [/Crow Reference])
Sunday, July 25, 2004
06:23 p.m.
[...headache...]
music: Over it (acoustic) -Rufio
Anyone else amazed that I still remember all my entry coding for this journal? I know, I know... what the hell am I doing with my life that takes me so far away from my sad little blogsite (especially when the login screen is my homepage)?
Anyway, I'm back now, because my head hurts and the lilac background here is kind of soothing. That, and I finished The Diamond Throne, the first of the David Eddings Ellenium trilogy. And I know I say this every time, but read the Eddings.
So my 18th birthday was pretty fun, but also kind of a bust since I'm now making up for the last two days.Not the alcohol--I refuse to get drunk--but because of the loud music from last night's bar crawl, the lack of sleep, and the Punk Goes Acoustic cd.
Yeah, don't ask about that last one.
...Dad's got my Rilo Kiley cd. I wonder if he's noticed?
Oh, and by the way, is it horrible that I thought of Samantha immediately when I saw this:
Fetusmart: The Magical Land of Fetuses
I adopted a cute lil' emo fetus
from Fetusmart! Hooray fetus!
Aw... lookittheemofetus.
Friday, July 23, 2004
03:21 p.m.
["Uhm... we have Good Charlotte."]
I'm "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy"!
Take Which One of My Books Do You Most Resemble? today!
Created with Rum and Monkey's Personality Test Generator.Don't panic! You are off-beat, original, and a little paranoid. You delight in riddles, puns, wordplay, and lasers. And you probably also have a short attention span.
I like lasers.
It's my 18th birthday today. I'm having friends over to drink and watch rock musicals. Mum's trying to get me a cake with a moose on it. Life is good.
(Except that I'm sick.)
Tuesday, July 13, 2004
09:37 a.m.
["Ooh! Me! Me!"]
I had a dream last night that Conor Oberst came to my highschool to play a concert because Bright Eyes was doing a bigger show later that evening. Only my highschool was actually Alexandra, my old junior high. And Conor porbably has better taste in performance venues.
Did, however, wake up with 'Hole in One' stuck in my head. Today has good day potential.
[Edit: "And do doodle ooh do..."
"Do... do?"]
Sunday, July 11, 2004
06:27 p.m.
[Wow.]
Listening to 'The Edge', this radio station out of Toronto that we get on satellite. Have heard in the last few minutes:
Sweetness -Jimmy Eat World
War All the Time -Thursday
Theif -Our Lady Peace
Turncoat -Antiflag
And this other really good song called Take Me Out, I think.
I am so impressed.
Anyway, I had a party last night which I think went down pretty well. The entire lunch group was there, excepts for the 10th-11th graders, Natalie and Stephen (so Sam, Kelsey, Jesse, Jason, K.No, C, Dan) and Liam and Sandon and Shalon all showed up, at various times. Liam climbed the tree in my backyard. A large group of partygoers attacked Jesse, tied him up and took pictures on my Mother's camera!!!!1! And there were improv games.
"I'm Magnum!"
Sigh.
So yeah, good times. Jason, if you're reading this, where did you go? And how much do I have to bribe you to get a copy of your pictures from yesterday?
I think my cable is messed up. Is anyone else having trouble with Movie Central, where it refuses to show anything but a blank screen? Cause Six Feet Under is tonight...
I have a VHS copy of 'Citizen Kane'. F34R me.
(It's now 7:00. It took me half an hour to write this because I left in the middle to hook up the stereo system after its outdoor adventures last night.)
Friday, July 9, 2004
09:53 p.m.
[So you say...]
Friday, July 9, 2004
08:33 a.m.
[Awkwardnes]
So I'm supposed to go to work in 1/2 an hour, but my boss won't be showing up until 9:30-10:00 which is awkwards beause I have nothing to do until she gives me some new assignments.
I need to stop being efficient.
In the news of the weird coincidences, I rented a really cute film last night called Love that Boy which turned out to not only be Canadian, but shot on the grounds of the university I'm going to next year. The weirdness continues...
Wednesday, July 7, 2004
06:47 p.m.
[Sha la la la la...]
You know how sometimes you just have a moment where you come out of work after staying late to read one of the best books you've picked up since My Father's Scar and it's raining in fat, widly spread drops that are pounding at the earth?
And you run out to your car but get sidretracked on the way there by the urge to whoop and twirl? And once your stuff is stashed you do just that, dancing in the library parking lot as people around you dash for the book drop?
And then you drive home with the windows down, singing along to the music coming out of your speakers and suddenly you're stuck with the startling realization that right now, at this moment, you wouldn't trade your life for anything?
Yeah, it's been one of those days.
We're at the top of the world, you and I. We've got a lot of time and it sure feels right...
By the way, the book is Shoulder the Sky by Lesley Choyce, and if you have some spare time it's well worth the read. Best two hours of my week.
Tuesday, July 6, 2004
11:56 p.m.
[I think it's kinda funny that we're all a bunch of nerds...]
music: Friends to the End- Reliant K
C came by work today. Together we learned about religion from a woman named Rebecca Brown who wrote a book that bascially explained with RANDOM CAPITALIZATION why we're both going to hell. (Rock music, role playing games and meditation)
It was very informative. I was informed. Yes.
Anyway, I've actually been working tonight, and have not only finished a non-sucky title page for C's ficgift, but also made a second soundtrack, which is comprised of things that were either subtly referenced, cut out of other drafts, or just good mood setters. Between the OST and the B-Sides, I've got just over 2 hours of music to burn for the book. It's kinda cool, actually. Can't wait until KNo's finished editing so I can print and bind it. Even though it's going to be a lame, plastic spiral-bind, I'm really exicted about seeing it in book-issh form.
And I'm so making a copy for myeslf. Hands down.
Any other takers? We'll negotiate on a paper supply if you're interested.
...it's got glam rock, coffee shops, and eggnog flavoured jellybeans. What else could you ask for. (Plot, maybe. And I think it has one of those too, somewhere.)
Tuesday, July 6, 2004
12:13 a.m.
[It was a spectacle. No, I mean a miracle.]
music: From a Balance Beam- Bright Eyes
It was in a foreign hotel's bathtub I baptized myself in change.
And one by one I drowned all of the people I had been.
I emerged to find the parallels were fewer. I was cleansed.
I looked in the mirror and someone new was there.
Still, I was as helpless as a chess piece when I was lifted up by someone's hand,
And delivered from the corner my enemies had got me in.
But in all of my salvation I still felt imprisoned inside that holding cell that is myself.
So I wait for the day when I'll hear the key
As it turns in the lock and the guard will say to me,
"Oh my patient prisoner you have waited for this day
and finally you are free!
You are free! You are freezing."
Now I'm staring at the sun, waiting for it to explode.
Because a day is gonna come,
don't know when but it will come
And then we will finally know the way out of here.
And I will throw away this wrinkled map and my chart of stars and compass, cracked.
And I'll climb out that tree all wet with sap to avoid the hungry beasts below.
I'll cut out my love's tongue and sing of a graveyard gray and a garden green
and then we won't have to worry no more. No we won't ever wonder again about
How this song or story ends about how this song and story will end.
The moral of this story? It's easier to assume and worry than to actually do something.
Do something.
Monday, July 5, 2004
10:02 p.m.
[All You do You Can't Deny]
music: In My Life- The Rasmus
You know what? I think I seriously need to break from the internet. I'm showing obvious signs of addiction, and what makes it worse is that no one else is showing those signs with. There's nothing fun about being online when 8/10 times I'm on alone.
There's something about working full time by yourself that makes you start to feel like you've fallen off the face of the planet. Sure, you occasionally see people and have meaningful, five minute conversations. But when you have a day like I did today (vollying between City Hall and the Archives, with 15 minutes in the Library) it feels like you don't exist outside your own family.
Someone needs to come down to the Library and make me take a break once in a while. I'm working too fast, and I don't want to have to get new files and go back to the archives until after Warped Tour.
Speaking of which, I have Thursday off for sure, but I didn't get to ask her about Friday. Which is bad, because even if I come back on Thursday, there's no way I can get up and go to work for 9:00, or even 10:00 the next day. Hopefully Hillary and I can negotiate something, even if I have to drive back at 9:00, Friday morning and work a half day. That's the downside to this job--no fun Calgary partying like last year. Sigh. With all the work I'm doing, I'd better at least get to paw at Matt Rubano (Taking Back Sunday's Bassist).
So, I suppose it's really update time, since I haven't really checked in lately, aside from the occasional, one-line comment. Except, I don't really have a huge amount of anything to say.
Andrea's Life:
Work.
Graduation.
Work.
Relatives.
Work.
I think you get the point. Grad was fun, though. The dance/banquet rocked despite the massive truckloads of misplaced sentiment. Regier made the Toast to the Students and said some really nice stuff about my writing ability and Jesse's... Jesse-ness. And I am the twisting god, hands down, no questions asked.
About grad, I am proud of myself for one thing. I finally asked Andrew to dance. And we did, and while it wasn't a big thing, or a romantic thing, it was a nice closing to our nemesis/friends relationship. I think I'll miss him and Aaron, because I don't know if I can ever have two better Social Studies friends.
Went to C's after grad with my cousin, Jenna, and Shalon and had one of those deep, all night conversations that C and I are infamous for. I think I need to do that again this summer, but one-on-one. C and I don't see each other enough, which is my fault as much as hers, because these days she's always hanging with Victoria, and as much as I like Vic (which is more than you'd think), I don't like her in groups. One-on-one, yes, but when you put her in groups she seems to feel the need to perform all the time. But then again, so do I.
I was going to say somethng deep and meaningful here, but I got sidetracked by a Warped Tour news site. Let me think for a moment...
(thinks)
You know what's weird? The realization that out of all my friends, only I'm really leaving. Sure, Katelynn and Jason are going to Lethbridge. But that's a 2 hour drive. They could come every weekend if they wanted to. They're still around.
Christiana- staying here
Victoria- staying here
Dan- staying here
Stephen- staying here
Sam, Kelsey, Natalie- all staying here (I think)
Even Jesse O'Brien's staying in town. All the people I know are sticking around, staying together. And I'm gone. It's weird. And worrisome.
I have trouble keeping friends. Long distance ones, that is. Sarah Berry, my first best friend changed schools and we stopped talking. Bobbi moved to Calgary and we're only now starting to talk again. Shannon and I don't talk because I don't know what to say to her (not that I really did when we were friends, either). Even Jenna and I barely talk when we're in our respective cities.
I know it's neurotic and stupid and self pitying, but I can't help but wonder if anyone will really give a shit that I'm gone, or care when I come back. I mean, Vic and Dan and C have their group, and C's got Sam's friends, too. Katelynn'll probably be busy trying to commute up to see her Lethbridge friends or something. Stephen will... well, actually, I have no idea about Stephen.
Don't get me wrong, I'm excited about university. I'm looking forward to my classes and the school (even though I'm dreading my roommate, because I don't really share well). I want to go there, but there's always that nagging little voice that whispers you can't go home again into my ear.
I probably don't know what I'm talking about.
I hope I don't.
Must stop accidentally turning journal entries into sad little rants. Right.
Anyway. Welcome to July. I turn 18 in as many days. Dad's offered to sprial-bind C's fic gift. My dorm room number is 216. I haven't talked to a real person all day, aside from my parents and my boss.
...is summer over yet?
Pencil Pushers: C Sam Katelynn Mel Kay
On Paper: words letters pictures
"Mine" (c) Christiana Pillibeit, used with permission.
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