True or False: Right Now I Am Wearing Fuzzy-Wuzzy Slippers

Let's get this soul train back on track, shall we? A quick update on my life: I'm back in my lovely (boring) hometown working retail at a seasonal Halloween-themed store.  Overall, this is a much-needed time of rest for me; hopefully I will be going on to bigger and better things.  I was dealing with way too much at once in the great city of Boston (especially toward the end there), so it is nice to be able to take time in a slower-paced corner of the world and figure out what the hell I want to do next.  Dealing with my family and lack of any real culture around here can be annoying, but things are generally good, and I have high hopes.

One thing I am struggling with is putting the past behind me, and figuring out who I can and should talk to about things in my life and heart that trouble me.  It's true that pain can be a catalyst for change, and in that way I guess I'm thankful for a lot of what's happened to me in the past three years, and especially in the past month and a half.

On a lighter note, I've gotten to see many friends since I've been home.  Jess and I have done the movie and dinner-by-Roger thing (and of course the awkward-conversation-by-Roger thing), Wendy and I have done the concert (Rasputina!) and beer thing, Kiera and I have done the L Word obsession thing (and continue to do so), and Johnie and I have done the bitch and moan, bad movie watching, party on the town thing.  Sarah, I have not seen you yet! Let's make that happen soon.

So, how about that presidential election? My parents are in love with McCain-Palin.  Is anyone surprised?  I get into a political debate a day with them.  Yawn. Politics make me weary for the most part, but when I hear some of the stuff my uber-con parents say, I just have to argue.  I can't believe I ever agreed with them. Judging from his last visit, I may have to totally ban political discussion when Johnie is over.

Back From My Hiatus...Hopefully

I would like to apologize for not updating a while (to all two of you who read this). I've been frightfully busy and frankly, not in the mood to write anything here. A lot of people say that pain helps them create, but it does the opposite for me; at least when I am in the midst of it. Once I come out of it, I guess it gives me material to work with. Some shit has gone down in my life since I last wrote, and I think this is much too public a forum for me to share it in, but you've probably heard about it already (and if you haven't, you will soon enough). The aforementioned shit was compounded by several stresses: the recent scary break-in at my apartment, my need to move out, and my search for a new job (which still eludes me). I've used all my personal time to be a mess and/or to distract myself with the company of good people rather than try to write or do anything terribly productive. Hooooowever, I'm hoping to begin updating regularly again. Will I have interesting things to say? That remains to be seen. Cross your fingers, dear readers.

Abject terror: the ultimate cure for drowsiness.

I love how the day after I make the comment to Steph that I have nothing interesting in my "real" life to blog about (explaining my desire to write about movies, tv shows, and general fandom instead), my house/room almost gets broken into while I am sleeping in it.

Swear to God, I wake up at 2:30 A.M. last night and some unsavory character is halfway through my window until he notices that I am awake. My first thought was to reach for my glasses, all the better to see the swiftly disappearing sense of gemutlichkeit in my home of almost a year. He ran away as soon as he noticed the room was not empty (or so I assume). This did not comfort me much. I stayed up the rest of the night talking to various kind souls on the phone and wondering if I would ever sleep in Dorchester again. That question remains unanswered.

Involuntary Huffing of Dangerous Chemicals

Work stinks literally today. Of spray paint or something similar.

I'm thinking about doing a sleep research study. I received an email with all the details today. Is my sanity worth $2, 000?

Dinner for Five is a brilliant concept for a show and I wish I had thought of it. I think I will rip it off using Youtube, non-celebrities, and cheap restaurants. Who's in?

What makes construction workers say "fuck" so much?

I am on the verge of finally winning a game of online Scrabble.

What a Feelin' (Life Stressors) or Why Twilight Will Eat Your Soul

Today is the day that I realized just how much I need to get done before July ends. Iz a lot. I'm in ur computer, lozin' my shit. When I start speaking Lolcat, you know things have gotten out of hand. I must do the following things, in order of urgency, not necessarily importance:

1. Move out of my apartment before August 1st.

2. Get 1700 hours for the year.

3. Pay a monthly loan bill WITHOUT an education award (see #2).

4. Find a shiny new job (this is keeping me in limbo for #5).

5. Find a new place to live. Right now the old homestead is looking pretty likely.

Doomed? Doomed.

In other news, what the hell is Flashdance? That's a rhetorical question, people. If you've seen it, you know why. Who did they think they were fooling with the Jennifer-Beals-dancer-double? Who do I think I'm fooling when I tell any of you that I didn't watch this movie just for Jennifer Beals? I think I may have a problem. I promise I've been watching good movies too! Uh, I rented The Passion of Anna, which is...due back at the library today! *Sigh*

Changing subject...I've been having a lot of trouble rubbing my eye satisfactorily. Can anyone relate to that? Maybe that's too much info. Maybe "Too Much Info" should be the title of this post.

This made me laugh really hard. And look what I got in the mail the other day. It's like they tried to fail at making Edward look hot. Seriously, that shouldn't even be possible.

The Holy Mountain

Probably the most pervy, nasty, and twisted film I have seen in a long time. I mean, I liked it but let's just say that it drove my roommate out of the living room within the first fifteen minutes, muttering about my bizarre taste in movies. I almost couldn't handle the whole turning poo into gold scene. I'll admit it, I just don't like looking at poo.

I think my main critique of the movie would be that it is severely dated. The whole thing screams "MADE BY HIPPIES" (por ejemplo: rainbow colored rooms, naked hairy men around every corner, Jesus look-alikes and all-around eastern spiritual themes). I mean, the movie was funded by John Lennon and Yoko Ono for crying out loud. Having said that, some of the imagery and allegory is downright awe-inspiring. My favorite scene is when the eight representatives of the planets are introduced. The movie is also quite hilarious and satirical at times and Jodorowsky has a rather nice voice.

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Don't be fooled by her hit single "1 2 3 4" which I will admit can get very annoying very quickly. Feist is a versatile songwriter who is amazing live. Her version of See-Line Woman (originally by Nina Simone) is not to be missed. I almost couldn't handle it, it was so good. Another Nina cover she did was "When I Was a Young Girl." This song brought me to the conclusion that Feist is the happier, maybe slightly poppier Jeff Buckley of the 2000s.

As an aside, the Bank of America Pavilion is a pretty sweet venue--outdoors and right on the water (but their beer is ridiculously expensive).