Monty Python: annoying interruption

The bleedin' tiger needs his fix.

I'm just updating to mention that I filled out the application for the community college, so it shouldn't be too long before I get the okay to move out.

(Also, Mom retraced her steps today and said I could get a puppy if I stayed at home, as long as I was the one who fed it and it was hypoallergenic (apparently, the puppy that will live in my apartment will scavenge on the street and have a coat that makes me sneeze). Watch me be amused.)
Monty Python: Fooling myself

And Father had had such hopes for a son who would take the ropes.

Things are looking up, a bit.

Okay, so I had a pretty awful day at work (one sale, and I took a number tonight because, screw professionality, I'm pretty sure that anyone who screams threats and obscenities at a telemarketer in front of their small child who answered the phone deserves an annoying anonymous phone call at 3 AM), and the company has a policy of, uh, stiffing me on my pay lately, but it evened out pretty well.

First, one thing I might not have mentioned, I'm looking to move out. I'm checking out subsidized housing near my work and I am really looking forward to getting out of this house. My mom turned to me today and said "I think it'd be a good idea if you took some classes at the community college-- you know, so you'd stay on our insurance plan and so you won't get rusty, and your dad and I have decided that if you're in school, we'll help with your housing if you want to move out."

If I want to?

I ran through the possibilities in my head, did some financial calculation, and realized that if I moved out into an appropriate apartment and still had my parents helping with my finances, I'd have enough money to get a dog-- and pretty soon. This means I might be able to adopt one of the puppies I've been looking at for ages.

When I'd thought about it for a while and I said it might be more practical for me to get a car, Mom said "Oh, Dad and I have been thinking about getting a new car sometime within the next few months." I should probably explain that there's most likely no one in this state who wants my dad's current car, except for me. And guess who's first in line to assume ownership once Dad upgrades?

And, also, there was that whole Decemberists concert I went to tonight. That was pretty cool, too-- Colin is a goofball onstage, did anyone know? He kept trying to rock-and-roll style kicks at the ends of the songs. The whole group is down-to-earth and rather silly, they tried to arrange an impromptu walking tour of Seattle.

My favorite moment of the concert was when they were playing one of the songs about killing that I don't know (why didn't anyone tell me "Culling of the Fold" existed?), and Colin grabbed a cell phone from one of the people on the floor, scrolled through the numbers, and placed a call-- then growled "Better cut him up, boy, and cut him up, girl!" into the phone. The rolling around during "I Was Meant for the Stage" was also epic, and the fuckup during "The Engine Driver" was great, too. Colin accidentally started singing the same verse twice: "I'm a coun-- wait, no. I'm a money len-deeeer..." Or possibly the part where (apparently) everyone's instruments malfunctioned and Colin saved the moment by crowdsurfing, or the part during "The Chimbley Sweep" where he made everyone pogo.

Okay, maybe the pogoing wins it, because I don't care what anyone says, there has never been a better dance move than pogoing.

Mom agreed that I needed to get a Decemberists lyrics tattoo afterwards. Considering that this is my mother, I think this is the mark both of a good concert and of the beginning of something lovely.
Music: Thinking about this

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The guess-my-song meme, because this is the first time I've ever had enough to have anyone really guess and someone wanted to

Step 1: Put your music player on shuffle.
Step 2: Post the first line (unless the first line reveals the song title) from the first 30 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing.
Step 3: Strike through the songs when someone guesses both artist and track correctly.
Step 4: Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is CHEATING!
Step 5: If you like the game, post your own!


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Heroes: am concentrating shh

Okay, I think I have a real reason to be angry right now.

Today we're holding a goodbye party for our pastor, who is heading out to another church. I'm friends with her, so I'm definitely interested in going-- I'm going to miss her, and I won't see her for at least a year after today.

Dad announced this morning that we were leaving at 11:30. Note the time, as I post this. At 11:26, he announced he was 10 minutes late and tore down the driveway without even waiting for me to put on my shoes, despite the fact that I was entirely prepared to go except for that. Mom's already there, and no one else who attends the church lives within a five- or ten-mile radius of us, so I'm stuck.

Thanks, Dad. Really appreciate your patience.
DLM: vintage 60s British

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All my bitching and whining last week about having done nothing except work is kind of pacified, now. Life seems a little more bearable now that I've gotten some sleep, gotten out of the house a bit, and done some things. Amazingly, I feel better bleeding out the nether-regions than I did scot-free.

Julius Caesar was interesting-- I ran into Kelly, one of my acting teachers, who is playing Portia, and also Anne, whom I haven't seen since the days of Short Shakes. I work close to where she lives now, so we've made plans to get coffee together at some indefinite point in the future. The play itself was interesting, Julius Caesar set in Japan with a heavy martial arts setting. The setting worked well, I think (it's a bit of a theme for conceptual Seattle Shakespeare, has anyone noticed that?), although I think their random inclusion of Shakespeare's sonnets in the play didn't add a thing. The acting was, on the whole, a little weaker than I'd hoped but not bad at all. Hana Lass played Cassius, which I didn't expect at all. I'm no stranger to cross-gendering but I was surprised that they selected a tiny little Asian woman in her twenties to play that role, as opposed to a middle-aged actor-- maybe Amy Thone? Anyway, it was fun to see if just for the setting, which was awesome, and their use of their stage was cool. Even if the digital effects were rather silly.

After that, I spent what might be the strangest night ever with my dad; I went to meet a few of his former students, a drop-out/transfer and a recent graduate, both classicists, and drop-out/transfer's girlfriend, a very cool Pagan bellydancer. That would've been fairly normal, were it not for the fact that we were all drinking Jack Daniels (they were amused by my attempts).

Sunday Mom and I went to see Juno. The movie was great-- I wasn't expecting to cry at the end, but this seems to have become business as usual when I watch comedies. Plus, hey, movie about pregnancy and adoption is going to tug on the heartstrings a bit, especially if I see it with Mom. Ellen Page's character and narration were awesome, as were Allison Janney and J.K. Simmons as Juno's stepmom and father ("Can someone get my kid the damn spinal tap?"). Would watch it again, definitely, albeit possibly not with my mom.

I went to my friend Kristen's birthday party after work yesterday and ended up making a public ass of myself. "There's something on my lip!" I complained loudly after drinking out of a glass bottle, and began scrubbing at my mouth. "Jeez, I can't get it off!" Then I realized that it was the top of my lip barbell. Nice, me.

Other than that, not all that much is new. I'll work until late tonight again, and I ended up getting half a day off because of a dental appointment. May end up going to a friend's house tonight, may end up coming home and sleeping in my nice soft cozy bed. Really the only thing of note lately is that I've been composing more bad poetry, and after I tried playing my friend's guitar last night I realized that I really am way more comfortable playing the harp (I believe my exact words were "It just doesn't feel right when you're not plucking it upright!"). There are other things-- I've got this burning desire to set a phone date with one or two of my friends and my girlfriend and make sure we spend about two hours talking to each other this week, because lately we haven't gotten to talk at all-- but 's about it. Life's not exciting but at least something's happening in it.

Also, Brad Renfro and Heath Ledger? Wow. It's not been a good week for 25-year-old actors.

ETA: lyotto! This is the best stupid TV show ever. Garth Merenghi's Darkplace, a faux-80s "omgserious" comedy TV show and possibly the worst horror ever put on film. It's so bad, I thought you would love it. Some of the full episodes are available on YouTube, but this is the first part of episode one. curtana posted this earlier today, but my friend pointed me to it earlier this week. Basically, it's like this the entire way through. You'll either love it or hate it.
DLM: my work is such bullshit

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Ugh.

So for those of you who aren't aware, my life's taken a turn for the more solitary graveyard-shiftish; I'm now working 1:30-8:45 every night. I hate this shift, because it goes on forever and it's really annoying (stand by for tales of the guy working behind me who won't shut up about nuclear holocaust to the customers), but I do admittedly make a ton more money on it than I did on the day shift.

I've been doing almost nothing but arguing with my parents when I see her. It's over stuff that she really shouldn't worry about too much (I spent a little more money than I meant to; now she wants to look up my bank account history to set everything right and tell me what I needn't buy), and I'm mildly astonished that the possibility of me moving out affordably and safely came up and she's trying to stop me from taking the chance because it'd mean I'd share an apartment with a male.

Been literally doing nothing but working lately; sleeping's on there, too. Last night I kicked back a little and watched Scotland, PA. Gotta say, I'm not sure why they subscribed to the "Macbeth and his Lady are all over each other like a couple of horny teenagers" line of characterization (where is the textual support for that interpretation? it's everywhere), but the witches made the movie.

I do get to kick back a little today; I get to write porn (hooray!), and I get to go see Julius Caesar with my dad (hooray!), and I only have to work one shift! (Hooray!)
Villains: Davy Jones

A very uneventful day.

Throughout the day I go through a whole bunch of thought processes that I always think I should wind into a post but by the end of the day when I get home I'm burnt out and can't remember what I was thinking of. The one tidbit I managed to retain today was a haiku I composed in my head while at the bus stop:

Waiting for the bus
I contemplate graffiti:
"PENIS'S TOUCHING"


For the rest of the update, suffice it to say that I'm tired, I'm becoming nocturnal, my nipples are bleeding, and it really sucks having a work schedule that takes most of the time you have to talk to any of your friends.
Me: Psychedelic default icon

*liadsjflajf bandom geekout*

We've got company coming over for dinner in a matter of minutes, so I don't have time to stick around, but I have to write about this, it's like the defining moment in my teenage life my professional life this January. Work this week has been gruelling. Veritably no sales to speak of (I think I've gotten less than ten total, whereas expected quota is around ten a day), and so much trouble getting through to anyone.

This morning I rushed out of bed ten minutes before my bus arrived and was already burnt-out and completely dead by the time I got in to my desk. To make matters worse, we were pitching magazines I'd never managed to sell, both because the people on the other end of the line are rather bitchy and because no one's in due to it still being the "holidays". I was calling fucking airports all morning, and everyone knows that airports are the bane of all convenience. After that we moved on to calling recording studios. Everyone I called either was annoyed with me for calling, or out-- or somehow took offense to the name of my company (I really don't see how a mountainous geographical feature is offensive, but hey). I was a little worn down.

Then a new customer information page flickered onto my screen, and as I read the name on it, my tired eyes opened wide:

FUELED BY RAMEN INC

omgomgomgomg i got fueled by ramen on the phone! (Yes, I wrote down and saved the number, shhh.) Immediately I sat upright in my chair, feeling the previously-unnoticed effects of those three or four cups of coffee I'd drank, and smiled like a loon for the next two hours.

Honestly, the way I reacted, you'd think I'd called Pete Wentz's Sidekick itself.
Firefly- no power in the verse

Nothing changes on New Year's Day.

All is quiet on New Year’s Day, including my journal.

I’m a bit late for a year in review, but I’ll go over the highlights briefly. 2007 was the first full year I spent in college, the year my grandmother died, the year I spent an entire vacation completely alone, the year I went on the trip of my life, the year I first got legally drunk, the year I got my driver’s license, the year I worked my first real job (and my second job, and my third job…), the year I first fell in love, the year I went the craziest I have ever gone, the year I figured out at least a two-year plan for my life, and… well, there’s not a whole lot I can add to the end of this sentence. The year ended, basically. It ended well, quietly and then with a few drinks being shoved into my hands with seconds to midnight (there was a hangover; but there was also headbanging to Blink-182, and anyone who knows me knows I am a sucker for acting stupid to stupid bands, so much fun was had by all).

Also, I had three separate winters in 2007. I also experienced all four seasons within the span of a month.

I’m glad 2007 happened. There’s so much that I’m grateful for that happened. Almost everything was positive, and the negative for the most part ended up positive (insanity leads you to sanity or further sanity; death, at least, leaves you with a sense of finality and an appreciation of life you didn’t have before). If I could go back and change 2007, the only thing I can think of that I’d like to change is that I’d be taking stronger medication at the beginning of the school year.

And, now that that milestone is passed, what do I hope happens in 2008?

I’m hoping to stick by my resolutions of returning to vegetarianism and doing more yoga. I’m hoping to continue to enjoy my job, and to continue making money; I’m hoping to do well in my audition for Cornish and, of course, eventually get in. I’m hoping to continue the lovely relationship I have with my girlfriend, and also fly down to see her and her family at some point soon (and not to mention her best friend). I'm hoping to continue to strengthen the close friendships I've started forming this year. I’m hoping to actually get to celebrate my birthday this year instead of going to work, being off the continent, or attending a funeral. I’m hoping to write another novel, because it’s been too long since I have. I’m hoping to read more.

And I don’t really think it’s too much to ask.

(P.S. This moodtheme image makes me laugh. Obviously, this year my resolution should be to BLOW UP NEW YORK.)