"I've forgotten how warm you are."
Just got back from seeing
Superman Returns at a 3D IMAX theater. Kinda cool. Good stuff overall, although I teared up a couple of times (I'm blaming that on hormones or something). I think I'm going to try to figure out how to use the above quote as a pick-up line, because that would really make me laugh.
Also, in other news, today I discovered that I'm a horrible person: I actually *hoped* that I ruined this girl's day. My annoyance with her wasn't in any way unprovoked (hitting my car with yours in a parking garage despite my energetic honking and attempts to get out of your ill-guided way, for example, I think justifies a little annoyance on my part, although it's not on the charitable side), but it doesn't excuse my reaction. Honestly, what kind of person HOPES they ruined someone's day? Err... I guess that'd be a horrible one.
Hockey update:
We lost, and I missed two shots.
"You don't do heavy metal in Dubly, you know."
A quiz for potential DJs on independent radio stations, inspired by the errors in the Tuesday Breakfast Jam this morning on
KRCL:
- Tom Tom Club : Talking Heads as
A) Smoking Popes : Alkaline Trio
B) Feist : Broken Social Scene
C) Death Cab for Cutie : Postal Service
D) The Beatles : The Crickets
- Name at least three Badly Drawn Boy albums.
*Ultra-obvious follow-up question: if someone requests "The Shining" by Badly Drawn Boy, why should you NOT be looking for an album by that name?
*Bonus question: why is "Year of the Rat" an unacceptable replacement for "The Shining"?
- Describe the differences between Cat Power and Elf Power in ten lines or less.
- All, save one, of the following artists should be referred to with a singular pronoun (as in "he," not "they"). Which is the ONLY exception?
A) Badly Drawn Boy
B) Morrissey
C) Travis
D) Griffin House
- Using exactly three words, describe the Hidden Cameras.
- The works of which of the following artists are most appropriate to play on your radio show?
A) Elvis Presley
B) Elvis Costello
C) Elvis Ramone
- In High Fidelity, to which album is Dick referring when he tells Barry the music currently playing is "the new Belle and Sebastian"?
- In at least 5 sentences, detail the musical contributions of Sonic Youth.
- Which of the following is a punk band?
A) Toots and the Maytals
B) Yellowcard
C) Between the Buried and Me
D) The Clash
- This is for posterity, so be honest: on a scale of one to ten, rate your familiarity with Nick Drake prior to the release of Garden State.
If you hesitate, even slightly, when responding to ANY of the preceding questions, get off the air, go buy Paris Hilton's album, and listen to it until your ears bleed.
"Sub-question: is it in fact unfair to criticize a formerly great artist for his latter-day sins; is it better to burn out or fade away?"
So, yeah... it's been way too long since I last updated this. I know I've been slacking. Therefore, just a couple of comments to get myself back in the habit of blogging...
First, went to Lagoon on Friday with The Big O, and brought The Buddy as Marky Mark is in New York and didn't feel that my company's Lagoon Day was worth flying home for. Had a good time with The Buddy, although we stopped by one of the shows (entitled "Rock U2 The Top", but curiously didn't feature the music of U2... I don't get it) and mocked the crappiness of the dancing and singing until the chicks in the show started some off-key pseudo-seductive version of "Superstition," off of Talking Book. I can sit through (and mock) a lot, but once you start blaspheming the goodness of early Stevie Wonder, I'm done. We walked out immediately, and all I can say is that anyone who was involved in the song choice, arrangement, choreography, performance, or any other aspect of that atrocity should be publicly flogged, or probably drawn and quartered too. You horrible, horrible people.
And secondly, while driving around the lovely city o' Provo today, I passed a couple jogging who were so co-dependent that they were HOLDING HANDS. WHILE JOGGING. What - you couldn't let go long enough to have an effective workout? You look beyond stupid, and really, is 30 minutes too long to unattach yourselves? Trust me; neither one of you is so gorgeous that the other will get snatched away by someone else should you manage to temporarily release your death-grip. People like you are what's wrong with ProvOrem.
As of today, I'll never again have to worry about VPL. Utterly incredible experience.
Word of the day: problemation.
So today I got back the only test for the only official class I'm taking right now, and I got a B+, which was quite surprising considering my complete lack of prior knowledge and the fountains of knowledge my classmates seem to be. Honestly, who really needs to know THAT much about an obscure genealogy website? (Of course, this is the part where I have to ask myself, who really needs to know THAT much about Ursuline nuns or the Carolingian Renaissance or the Book of Kells? If we continue with the honesty, I have to admit that my entire field is pretty useless.) Right now, I'm finishing (or avoiding, depending on your point of view) the final project for this class, and should I pull it off, I might get a good grade in the class, and thus may actually get into grad school. (Anyone else starting - starting, hah! - to think I might be a little too high-strung about this whole grad school thing?)
The best part of my test: due to the speed with which I was writing (that's my story and I'm sticking to it) I made up words, like the one you see above. Try adding it to your vocabulary - "problemation: it's sweeping the nation!" (Wow, that's painful.)
I think I just found an age spot on my left hand. Aren't I way too young for this? And should I be hyperventilating like this?
"Let's do this; I'm a cashew!"
So I just realized I missed Marky Mark's birthday (not that we haven't missed each other's birthdays every year that we've known each other), but nonetheless, happy birthday my dear Marky. May you find someone worth smooching in the city you so love.
"When I became a dentist, I thought I was happy, but this..."
So I finally picked up the iPod you see here, and to be perfectly honest, I'm almost starting to regret it. The music files on my computer are all messy, and the OCD part of me is incredibly frustrated with this. The fact that I spent the last hour or so listening to Sweet DW be incredibly cynical doesn't help my mood. I've known her forever, roughly, so I know that she tends to be a pessimist, but never before have I ended up feeling nauseatingly negative after our conversations. I really do feel like I'm going to hurl. Ugh.
"Very good, Louis. Short, but pointless."
Ever kissed someone and discovered that they don't taste any differently than you do? Almost like you both have the same pH or something? So nice.
"Oh, no! I have all NEW cheap moves."
Belated Official Hockey Update: had practice last night, during which I managed to suck less than in the past. I'm working on my shooting, and I think I may finally be getting into the mentality of a winger. It was also pretty nice to practice without being distracted. And, to top it off, tonight I received accolades from several different guys on my team for a couple of different things, . Kinda nice to be respected, even though, again, I'm the only chick and I can't really play.
"My father was a quitter, my grandfather was a quitter; I was raised to give up. It's one of the few things I do well."
Last week at the new job I worked more than double the hours I was supposed to, and I don't really have time for that as I'm in school. Had a talk with the new boss last night, and explained that I can only work part-time, which I made very very clear when I started the position, and it seemed like they needed someone full-time. I'd been debating how to handle this conversation for a while, and I think I did it just right. I didn't want to just quit, because who quits a job after a week?
So, I explained the situation and made it his call, and he agreed that they needed someone full-time. I'm really glad that I get to leave so gracefully, because after finishing my event last Thursday I hated the job so much I had to literally hide everything related to it so I could finally lose the constant nauseated feeling. Now that I don't feel like I'm working for the Man anymore, it's gone for good.
Good things to come out of this: extra money, a reaffirmation that academia really is for me, and a realization that I probably would make a pretty good stay-at-home mom (of course there's still the question of whether or not I'd like it; right now I only know that I'd be good at it).
"So are you going to Europe, or Italy, or both?"
So my Official Crush on the Hockey Coach is no more. There's this girl in my ward who is the trainer for the "other 'university's'" team, and so I asked her about it, and she found out for me that he is indeed in a relationship. I'm not the type to be interested in attached guys, so that's that.
Of course, something really good came out of it. I've known this girl in passing for the last little while, but yesterday was the first time we'd really talked. I ended up going over to her house tonight for games with a few other people, although I got there before everyone else did, and I left after everyone else. We talked a ton, and she's just utterly fabulous. I don't tend to get along with a lot of women, and it seems as though lately, my pool of chick friends is down to Sweet DW and Em, so I'm really quite excited to have someone new to spend time with whom I get along really well. So, yeah. The crush is over, but I definitely ended up with a better deal. :)
"Do you believe in inter-species dating?" *
So I went on a date last night with a guy I've been pretty good friends with (and dated occasionally) for something like four years, and while it was really fun (gotta love knowing someone for long enough that it's completely comfortable) I feel kinda bad because he got a speeding ticket as he was taking me home. Anyone know what the protocol is when your date gets a ticket?
I hate today. The past few days have been worse than the week of hell caused by
my senior thesis. Any doubts I had previously about whether or not I want to go into academia are now gone.
"Michelle, I don't regret this, but I both rue and lament this."
Twelve hours today. On my third day of work.
Annnnnnd... I just got an email from my boss, and it looks like I have more work to do. Shoot me now.
"I was just running kissing drills."
Significantly better than puck-handing drills, or horseshoe drills, or ladders, or something. Alas, those are not the drills we ran tonight.
Official Weekly Hockey Update: We won. Against the team that
beat us so badly a few weeks ago that they stopped keeping score after a while. The final score tonight was 6-4, and it appears that I'm officially right wing, which isn't as uncomfortable as I thought it would be. I'm amazed at how aggressive I've started being. Thus, I rocked it, for me (the standards are lower in achieving rocked-it status because I suck so badly to begin with), and even had a good time taking a couple guys out. I still have yet to achieve my goal of ending up in the penalty box, though. I can't really justify an intentional trip to the sin bin unless we're up by several goals, though. Maybe in the next game...
Official Crush-On-The-Hockey-Coach Update: Had a bit of a conversation tonight, and perhaps flirted, perhaps even during the game. I think I might be able to ask him out to dinner or something next week after practice without it being weird. It all depends on whether or not, like tonight, I get interrupted by one of the other players when I'm trying to flirt. Stupid teammates.
"Step up." "Step up?" "Step up!"
So I had this dream last night I was on
The Apprentice which is probably a result of watching part of the finale last night and having the new job. When I woke up this morning, I realized that's basically what I'm doing. I'm planning an event for 300 people with three days' lead time, with a smaller event for VIPs of sorts tonight. Too bad I don't have a team of blood-thirsty freaks to help me out, though. Having some of the pre-planning done by a production team would have been nice, too. Oh well... at least I'm not bored like I was at The Big O.
"You haven't worked a day in your life. How could you be exhausted?"
So, today I accepted that job offer, and I already met with my boss tonight for about two hours to get started on a project with a very tight deadline. I was at the old job today, and ended up working out a situation with my supervisor that allows me to keep the old one on a very part-time, flexible basis (which means my stock options keep vesting!) while focusing my attention on this job here in Happy Valley. I'm excited, although a little nervous because I need to make sure school is my priority. I haven't quite figured out if it bodes well for me to think "I should have asked for more money" (as if a 20% raise isn't enough) as I'm leaving my first meeting. Mostly, though, I'm ready to have a job that actually involves using my strengths.
"But you were referred here by the department of employment, there was no need for you to get your 'foot in the door,' as you put it."
So I officially got that
job offer today, at least in a much more specific form, and now I have to decide what I want to do. I keep weighing the pros and cons, and there seem to be both, and their relative worth is not easy to figure out. I'm actually surprised at how much I'm thinking about this, and considering options, and weighing possibilities. When did I become so cautious? Then again, how could I not think carefully about leaving the place I've been for three years for a small, unknown company?
"And that's the Persian mafia. You can't hang with them unless you own a BMW."
Dear Mr. Beamer,
Belinda Margaret's pathetically quiet honk directed at you when you almost hit me because you're apparently incapable of checking your blind spot when changing lanes does not give you the right to be a jerk for the next 30 miles. Also, driving a German car from the mid-90s with a lame self-referential license plate holder isn't any more of a status symbol than hanging out with the makeup-spackled beauty queen in your front seat. And to the faux beauty queen, no amount of rhinestones on your mini-tiara will hide your roots.
Love, Zannah
