and they're all made out of ticky-tacky

This isn't going to be a post about how I'm writing a paper. It's a post about what happens when I write papers. Having to do something scholarly is by far the best way for me to get inspired to do other things that I like. I never have as much fun writing a song as when I'm supposed to be writing about Folklore or Shakespeare or Super Novas. It's not just cool stuff like songwriting, I also have tons of fun organizing the shit on my desk, making my bed, so on and so forth.

Also, the only times I've been on Mo Tucker's website were when I had to write a paper. In high school as well as college. If only I could remember to go on it when I'm not studying-- I want to order a tape from her.

Here's some stuff that's been happening lately:

Listening to music is becoming more of an intense routine for me again. I have always gone through phases of this, and I'm sure others must go through this, too. That is to say, I'll have long periods of time where putting on music is my natural instinct, where I'm listening to the entire album, and it's hitting me but I'm not focused on it. It's not background music-- it's getting soaked up in my brain somewhere mysterious. Then eventually I start thinking about what I'm listening to, and it starts ruining music a little bit. I get stressed, I don't know what to pick, I don't listen to the album the whole way through. Eventually, I only end up listening to one song-- and I'll listen to it over and over. Actually, that's a constant, I always listen to one song over and over, even when I'm really into an album as a whole-- but that comes in addition to listening to the album.

Anyway, I listen to music again, and it makes me feel like a complete person.

I forgot about this entry at least an hour ago. I'm just going to post it.

Here's a picture that made an entry of mine get a lot of comments once.


Hey, I just realized that Annie Lebovitz took that picture. She's bankrupt now.

So every now and then I get a painful feeling where my wisdom teeth used to be. I'm afraid they're growing back in. That happens to some people. I kind of think they are; I can sort of feel them. Get ready to hang out with me and watch Robocop some more. Maybe I'll discover a different action movie this time. Probably not.

Dear pretty much everyone who has ever gotten dressed before going to Wayne State-- stop. Don't even try anymore. You keep trying to make it happen, and it keeps not happening.

Okay anyone who watches mtv: you know how they're always trying to make bands famous during the credits between shows. What's with that band with the BABY for a singer? He's like 5 years old? What?

As of right now some of my clothes are in Ann Arbor, a pair of pants are in Woodbridge, and a bunch of my shit is in Hanna's car. Just and observation.

I just want Dave Lawson to post the songs from the instant album party. And a stable mood. And... a milkshake.

I have this really vivid memory from my High School band trip to New York. Actually, I vividly remember all of it because it was so great. But, I just remember every day when the bus would drop us off and tell us not to die for 3 hour or whatever, Colleen and I would go and find somewhere to eat or whatever.

On our last day, it was a brisk morning, like today. Kind of biting, but you could walk through and be able to stand it. We were being carted around in this giant bus with a Leprechaun on it. We were dumped out in Rockefeller Center and told that we could go shopping or whatever, and I was like I want breakfast. It was cold, and I didn't even really care about anything else. Colleen felt the same way.

About 3 steps off the bus we see Charlie and Genna and maybe Pam sprinting off. They tell us they're going to go see the Today Show, and we told them have fun and we'd see them later. I'm pretty sure we (Colleen and I) were both so tired that we couldn't even think of stomaching the Today Show. We found this Diner that was at once old-timey and grand for business executives. We sat at the bar a few spaces away from regulars who were called "sweetie" and "Gregg, baby" and things like that. She and I spoke about how exciting New York was and how we both loved it here, and all of the weirdo things that people do on High School/band trips. Like make out on the top of the Rockefeller building, or make out in a hotel stairwell in Jersey City, or end up hanging out with/getting heckled by radical Black Muslims outside of the Apollo Theater for 3 hours.

All I really remember is that I got an omelette and I'm pretty sure she had pancakes. I definitely had orange juice, because I always get orange juice. Anyway, that Breakfast place was the best. We kept talking for a while, partially because it was nice to talk and not be around 150 people on a smelly leprechaun bus that the bus driver Anthony kept taking a dump in. Also partially because it was cold outside and not-so-cold inside. But, for whatever reason, at this one moment my head was magnetized to the TV and I saw Charlie's head popping up like a whack-a-mole behind a crowd of other people. It was mostly his eyes and Genna's hair that made it, but it was the best. They ran left with the camera and kept popping up until they cut away for commercial. It felt like I had been with them the whole time.

I'm liking all of these livejournal entries where people write about me doing stuff. Keep it up!

Man, I really wish I had the genius idea to take non-credit classes at CCS like 2 weeks ago. This would be the perfect semester for it, since I don't really go to school or work. I just want to take a drawing class, photo class, and that hilarious memoir class.

School school school. Poop.

So my parents have a roomba now. You know, one of those magical circle robots that cleans your floors for you once a day or whatever. It's pretty hilarious.

I got a filling today, and it was pretty gnarly. Apparently my old dentist didn't do a very good job of sealing a cavity, and the filling was like halfway open, or whatever the dentistry equivalent to "half-open" is, and my new dentist had to fix it, but he has to send out for special supplies. Mouth disasters!

Anyway, the point is that my new filling tastes like cloves, and my mouth is way way way numb and the procedure took an extra hour from what we were anticipating, and I have to wait tables with half of my mouth feeling like a cold piece of steak that tastes like cloves. Come to Dylan's Raw Bar and Grill for two for tuesday lobster this evening.

Also, I came home to my parents' house and no one was home, but the today show was on. How... peculiar.

I have no desire to go to grad school. I don't even really care about my undergraduate degree, really. I mean, I guess I do? If I go to grad school it will be for art or art history. I'm not even going to take the GRE. Sorry, life.

I think the biggest problem with The Hills is the relationship it has with time. I mean, they totally already had the last season at least partially recorded when the last episode happened, because how else could they have all those menacing shots of Kristen whatsherface being back and bitchy. THEN, on top of that, all of the tabloids come out about Spencer and Heidi's wedding right after the episode airs.

Time seems to be fluid to girls who all look the same.




My life's a mess. Yikes. I'm gonna go see Death tonight. It's gonna be great. I wont show up with my bike, though.

Just listened to Japandroids. They did nothing for me at all. I wish I liked music.

No way, dude. This class is the worst. Come onnnnnnnnnnn.

So last night when I couldn't sleep I was out on the porch. All of a sudden a fire truck comes blazing down my street and stops right in front of my house, then creepily coasts over to my neighbor's house two doors over. I look in their house and I see that the entire thing is filled with smoke and smoke is coming out of the living room when the firemen open the door. However, three of them are standing on the porch with sign that they were planning on evacuating. Then a bunch of firemen walk out carrying a charcoal grill. I'm pretty sure they were grilling in the living room.

Today is my first day of my last year of school. Alright!

Things that are already wrong:
1. I don't have anything to carry my books/computer/notebooks in.
2. I don't have any of my books, besides the one I'm borrowing from Maria.
3. I don't have any notebooks. Or Folders.

Nor have I printed out any of my syllabuses. (And, apparently, that is the correct way to pluralize "syllabus." Sorry, everyone who says "syllabi.")

Also, I'm pretty confident I'm going to become addicted to coffee this year. I think it's finally happening. Yikes!

I think I'm going to take my suitcase from yesteryear that looks really cool. Maybe it will make me look important. Or crazy.

The good news is that I'm up now, and eating breakfast on my porch. I just hope I can read enough of Beowulf before class to fake it. Who has you read Beowulf before class starts?

I love Northern Michigan so much. And not so much in the "I only listen to Sufjan Stevens" way, even though maybe a little bit.

We went to Mackinac Island today and it's still like being in some really great dream. No cars, fudge, riding tandem bikes around an island with ultra clear blue water surrounding you. We also walked past this weird chotchke* store and saw a bat swoop inside and the melodramatic store owner asked us to get the bat out because she's deathly afraid of them. While we were chasing this pretty harmless bat around she kept shouting "Ohhhhh noooooo, what am I going to dooooooooooo?!?!?!" in this sort of ghastly wail. Then after we got it out she made a pun about Batman and suddenly I missed home.

Afterward we went to Dippin' Dots to show Anika (a native German) the Ice Cream of the Future. This was great, especially considering that in Mackinac City the Dippin' Dots stand is in a faux log cabin. And there was a giant speaker blaring the very best of Bob Marley. So much for the future.

We came home and Heidi made a delicious dinner that we ate out on the porch and watched the sunset into the bay, and it was pretty much the best day ever.

That's pretty much it for me, I think. I don't have anything profound or ridiculous to say. I mean, there's always something ridiculous, but I don't really feel like getting into it. Best blog ever.





*The internet has given me many different spellings of this word. I'm leaving this one. There was also one spelled "tchotchke." I just don't know. It means trinkets and nick-nacks and weird decorative stuff that may or may not be kitschy.

Where is the remote? The TV is stuck on ESPN. I feel like I'm in some not-very-adverse nightmare. Also, the paper didn't come today and it's making me angry because I'm a bill-payin' citizen and I want my Sunday Times insert. When did I become old?

There's a cricket that lives in our basement. He's alright.

I'm watching Batman the cartoon show right now. Nick and Derek came over. It was great! I live in a house in Ferndale now. The two main rooms are island colors.