Slap The Bass

Interview for extern today. Im going to go check out the place and if its good then I will apply and hope to get hired. I really hope it works out, I want to stay in the area. Broski is driving me there and back for my interview, then we'll probably try to meet up with this angry wiccan girl that lives on campus. And after that is White Castle adventure. Woooooo.

I've never been to White Castle. I think it's a hamburger place. And Im down with that.

Last night Van and I went to the movies and saw I Love You, Man. It was a good one. Worth seeing, definitely. We're both really stoked for the new X-Men movie. Its gonna be sick. Can we just take a moment to say "yum"?

X-Men might be my favorite set of superheroes. Mostly because they didn't choose to be the way they are (generally), most of them were born that way (though Logan was kind of...enhanced.) and they didn't get their powers by accident, like Spiderman or the Hulk. they all just started out as kids that could do unusual things and they chose to ignore it, enhance it, and use if for good or for bad. And, for the most part, their powers only effect their appearance subtly (Mystique, Beast, and Nightcrawler not included, along with a few others). I also like in the movies how they aren't wearing such costume-y outfits (e.i yellow spandex). I did not like, however, that Mystique was running around naked. (Well, I did..but...)

*ahem*

Moving on.

I made a lot of cookies last night.

and I no longer have a desire to write anything right now. I got distracted.
Time to go find something to eat.

Black Coat, White Shoes, Black Hat, Cadillac. The Boy's A Time Bomb.

Four years later I've finally gotten over something. I dated an abusive Satanist once. (Im not saying that the two go hand in hand, but that's just what he was.) This guy seriously messed me up more than anything anyone could ever imagine. I was at the point where I couldn't listen to certain bands or certain songs because of it, I couldn't read certain comic books and I couldn't watch certain movies. Honestly, I still don't think I will ever be able to drink Fresca again. I was the most depressed person you would ever ever meet. Within the passed two years, I finally got myself to watch Donnie Darko. Within the passed few weeks, I final was able to listen to Operation Ivy and Rancid. I'll still never read Johnny the Homicidal Maniac, simply because I don't have an interest. After all that misery, fear and pain, I finally got over all of that and I'm happy that I can see a song as just a song and a movie as just a movie. It was a great feeling when I found out that I really don't have as much of a problem with the song Time Bomb as I thought I would. I'm sorry that it took four years for that to happen, though. Hopefully I'll know for the future now. We'll see how it goes.

To Feel Cozy, Surrounded By Cats

Let me just make a big huge fat musical recommendation and tell every person that ever takes a glance at this blog to listen to Dr. Manhattan.

I wore their shirt yesterday and was listening to them, and the more I listen to them, the more I like them. They really are the coolest band.

I saw them live over the summer and had the pleasure of meeting them all. And then I bought their album and a T-Shirt and they were kind enough to sign my shirt. So its pretty much my favorite shirt ever. AND its neon orange. Totally freakin sweet.

In their pit, their fans dance. Just dance. Like normal people. Okay, some of them wear backpacks and stuff. But that's okay. It's fantastic.

So everyone go listen to Dr. Manhattan. They're grand.

http://www.myspace.com/drmanhattan

Though I did love "Who Wants To Be A Superhero..."

The television these days is really going down hill. Last night it had me in tears.
Reality TV is by far one of the worst inventions of all time. Not only is it addictive, it is completely useless. See, at least there used to be some good reality TV, back in the day. We had Survivor, Big Brother, The Mole, things like that. Nowadays we have A Double Shot At Love (as if A Shot At Love 1&2 weren't bad enough) Charm School, From G's to Gents, and I don't even remember the one I saw yesterday. It was something horrible. This girl had the most atrocious black, blond and blue hair and she was making a fool of herself. It had something to do with singing. Now, on top of all of those, you have Celebreality. Rock of Love with Brett Michael's, Surreal World (Or is it Surreal Life?), Celebrity Fit Club, then the ever loved Let's Snoop in Celebrity's Houses So We Know That Their Lives Are Just as Fucked Up as Ours As We Invade Their Families Privacy And Watch Their Rather Staged Family Crisis. All While Being Envious of Their Large Sums Of Money. Such as Run's House and Hogan Knows Best. And I'm pretty sure that Salt n Peppa had something like that. But really all they're doing is taking D list celebrities and sticking them on suffering networks to try to make the ratings go up. Sounds like a great plan to me. The reason these shows are so horrible is because they're just desperate for desperate, scummy people. They can have a television show with Tila Tequila (whoever that is...) because someone like Bono is: 1. Worth too much; 2. Smarter than that; 3, Actually cared about.
Please, lets up Oprah on a celebrity dating show.
Talk Show Of Love with Oprah Winfrey!
FANTASTIC!

Then on top of that, you start with something like..oh... I don't know... America's Next Top Model. Good idea, yes? Then you have America's Next Top Model 1-35. How many Top Models do we need?
But wait! All of these Top Models need clothing to wear. So hurry! Make up a new show! This is when all of the producer scramble and come up with Project Runway. Brilliant.
Wait...it needs a host...hurry...who is desperate for drug money so they'll do anything now, even though no one cares about them anymore? Oh! How about a slightly-too-old underwear model? Fantastic!
Hold on! We need someone to do all their hair...lets get some no names to compete in Shear Genius, while all the frantic culinarians on Top Chef make food for their lunch break. It's okay, we only need one winner for that. The models will just throw-up the food anyway. And of course they all compete on the latest reality show about interior decorators. Ten points if anyone can name what it is! Because I sure as hell can't remember.
There is nothing to fear though, because if you're mean, loud, and obnoxious enough, MTV will contact you with a contract to find your true love on one of their many shows. As long as you're somewhat attractive or bisexual.
So, by the look of it, as long as you are:

Skinny
Mean
Loud
Bitchy
A back stabber
Hopeless
A chef
A designer
A model
An interior decorator
A hair stylist
Not straight
Black
White
Remotely attractive
Single
Kind of single
Almost single
Willing to pretend to be single
Cheating
On drugs
Fat
Or have appeared on American Idol at least twice;
You have a chance to be on reality TV!

Congratulations, you have succeeded in life.



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Made, Parental Control and Celebrity Rehab spiral out of control. Will our Blogger, with the help of "The Pick-up Artist's" Mystery, be able to successfully handle them? Will True Life: My Life Sucks be able to compete with the ratings of Laguna Beach 12? And finally, will there ever truly be Shalom in the Home?
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On The Road Again

Long ride home today. Lots of snow. Ian was nice enough to drive me home. We were doing great for about an hour then all of a sudden we got enveloped in a whirling cyclone of frost.

Alright, that was a little bit dramatic.

But I think you get my point. It was a really dangerous drive. Lots of snow. New York to Philly. Quite the adventure. It took HOURS. But we did eat at the Eveready Diner today. yum. Aaaaand... get Starbucks. shhhhh... But honestly, it makes me feel like a spoiled, pretty Cali girl or something when I drink starbucks. Especially when I wear my white coat, sunglasses, or if I'm texting on a phone. I just feel like a shitty person.

But I got home and we went to eat at a grody Texmex place. It was kind of sick. And I went to the bookstore. The bookstore really is an enjoyable place. I enjoy hanging out there.

We then came home and watched Hellboy 2. Abe is such a great character. He's my favorite. See? Isn't he cute??

Anyway.

I'm sleepy. Goodnight.

Ps- Totally saw the 30 Days Of Night graphic novel in the book store today.

MUST. HAVE.

And The Mome Raths Outgrabe

It snowed today and I rolled down a hill over some rocks. Despite the mild pain, it was really fun. I got back from eating breakfast about two hours ago. I've started drinking coffee again; black. Second diner trip in two days. We have found ourselves a new haunt. It is quite an adventure, I must say. My life gets weirder and weirder as the time goes by. I hope I never get used to it.

Yet again I have found something that caught my interest: Tank Girl.

The term Anti-Hero just really catches my eye for some reason.

I feel the need to look into this tank girl. I have heard about her since 11th grade, but never did any investigating. I need to hop on that.

I'm really excited because Jenny is supposed to come on the 28th. I haven't seen her in a while. I really hope she can come. It with be the first time she and my family meet. Hopefully all will go well. Heading home on Thursday or Friday. Hopefully the roads won't be too bad.

This is the kind of post that no one cares about. It's a bummer, really, especially if this is the first post that someone reads of mine. All the other ones are far more interesting. Just for some reason I feel the need to just write about my day or something. So, if you just so happen to be a new reader, there is no need to base your opinions on this. Go read my zombie holocaust blog or my Marilyn Manson VS Jeffree Star blog. They are far more interesting.

Sometimes I feel like Alice from Alice in Wonderland. But not as interesting and not as colorful. I would like to have my own wonderland, really, but mine would not turn out nicely. But then again, neither did Alice's. Hers did not turn out too well in the end. But, I would learn from her mistakes and figure it out a bit more quickly. Since, in all honesty, Alice was not the brightest bulb in the EasyBake Oven.

My wonderland would have a lot more crayons and a lot less things that spoke in cryptic ways. That would be wonderful.

Anyhow, I am going to bed now. Perhaps I will visit my wonderland while I sleep.

Cats and rabbits

Would reside in fancy little houses

And be dressed in shoes

And hats and trousers

In a world of my own

All the flowers

Would have very

Extra special powers

They would sit

And talk to me for hours

When I'm lonely

In a world of my own

There'd be new birds

Lots of nice and friendly

How-do'ya do birds

Everyone would have

A dozen blue birds

Within that world of my own

I could listen to a babbling brook

And hear a song that I could understand

I keep wishing it could be that way

Because my world would be a wonderland

Ps- I love how when I looked up Vorpal Sword on Wikipedia, it gave little tidbits about where it is referenced, then said "see 'Runcible Spoon.'"

This Town Deserves a Better Class of Criminal.

A bunch of people are watching The Dark Knight in the lounge right now, and I just so happen to be sitting in there watching it too. I've seen it a good three times or so now.
I never was much of a Batman fan, to be honest.
I know a lot of people like Batman because he's just a person that doesn't need superpowers to do great things. And I agree, that is cool, but that just makes him a hero. Not a superhero. Because he doesn't have any super powers.

[okay, so the Joker just blew up the fat guy with his cell phone. We're in a really really really dark room with only the TV on, and the man just blew up and I couldnt help but laugh manically when he exploded.]

But yes. I don't really like Batman. I really just like the villians. They're my favorite. I love the villians. That's about it. When I comes to superheroes, I really like X-Men. I like the fact that they were born that way and that they are frowned upon in society, but they still keep going to do good. For the most part. I would have to say that Nightcrawler is my favorite. But then again, Nightcrawler seems to be everyone's favorite.

Anyway. Off to go watch more Batman and find more things to write about.




PS- Just got news that Maggie Gyllenhaal might be playing Cat Woman.


P.s.s - I like this movie because they dont kill her.

I Am Willing To Let The Jetset Life Kill Me

Its been a few days. I've been sick. It blows. Ah well.

I have two goals. Two major goals. One being bigger than the other.

1. Go see the Misfits this weekend. I really need to go get tickets and find someone to go with, but at this point, I'd walk to the venue and go by myself. Its important. Sure it is fun to go to shows with friends and cheer and have a great time, but I really go to see the band, not make conversation. Maybe that sounds really horrible, but if I wanted to just hang out with my friends, a concert would not be the best place...I'd say pick somewhere like the Starbucks in Barns And Noble or something. Or maybe a pool-hall? I don't know. When I go to a concert, I got for the music and the music ONLY.
But anyway. The Misfits are the last band I need to see before I die. Yeah, sure, there are other ones that I wouldn't mind seeing, such as Wu-Tang,The Weakerthans, Leathermouth, Dr. Acula, Marilyn Manson and Protest The Hero, but they really aren't 100% necessary. I've already seen all the other ones I needed to (My Chemical Romance, Queen, Mindless Self Indulgence, Spice Girls [hell yes.], Horrorpops [Hell Yeah!], Taking Back Sunday and mewithoutYou.) some more than once. There have been bands that I was supposed to see up to five times (cough, My Chemical Romance) but things went horribly wrong. (Such as mothers thinking they were a bad influence [funny now she likes them and we listen to them in the car], food poisoning, fear that they were going to drop dead at the show AFTER the food poisoning, outrageous snow and the inability to get there. Thankfully I FINALLY made it to two of their shows. And now that I live in two different places, I'll get to see them a few more times when they start touring again. Oh shit. Tangent.)
Damn. Where was I?
OH! Bands.
I really do love the Misfits. There is something slightly 'b-movie" about them and it's fantastic. Who would think? They really are the last band I need to see before I die. With my luck, I'll get struck by lightning as soon as I stepped out of the venue. But I think I'd be okay with that.


Next on the list:


2. Get a role in The Umbrella Academy movie. I would go to ridiculous lengths just to get a walk-on. RIDICULOUS. Though I would LOVE to play The Rumor. But, I can deal with walk on or extra. Or even just scooting around the set with a tray of little sandwiches and redbull for the cast. I don't care.

I honestly think that I am supposed to be acting. I really do. I miss it so much and its something that is continuously changing. When you act, you're never just doing the same thing. Its always something different. And that's perfect for someone like me who can't sit still. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy cooking and baking. This is the profession that will keep me going and stable and guarantee a career for me in the future. Though, I would love more than anything to act.
I think I'm going to finish my associates in baking, then go on to do acting instead, because that it what I really want to do. I just feel like if I stop with culinary now, I'll never really get the job. I'll be stuck doing something I hate. I feel like this is what will help me get by in life. Unless I somehow become a famous actress. And we all know how likely that is. I don't know. I wish it weren't so out of reach. Being a train-ride away from Manhattan is fantastic, only problem is that it makes me that much farther from LA. Maybe someone with great connections will stumble upon this or something. If someone ever contacted me about acting in a feature film, I would drop everything but my pants and hop on the next plane to whatever location.

Hell, I would even miss the Misfits show.