Only for Muse

iTunes: "Plug in Baby" by Muse
I am: Caffeinated

That time of year has come...yes the time of year when I ask for ridiculous items for my birthday in hopes of actually getting them (you can't see me right now but I am hysterically laughing at the thought).

To view my newly expanded Froogle Wish List of awesomeness click here or to view my wicked Amazon.com Wish List click here.

I pretty much own every Muse CD except for two, very rare, imports that will cost my soul plus tax to deliver to the states. It bugs me that I do not own all the CDs and the fact that I have to wait like 5 more months for a NEW Muse CD is driving me nuts.

I do believe there is some sort of rumor that when you collect all the Muse CDs Matthew Bellamy appears out of no where and says, "Congratulations. You are, The One." Naturally there is confetti, and balloons, and dancing, and bubbles, and Faygo, and a light switch rave breaks out and when that's all said and done Matthew asks me to accompany him on tour and be his best friend forever! I'm not sure if that's true or not but in my mind, that's how it happens.

Which on a side note: Andrew, you would not be invited on tour with us because you made fun of him. On that day, I believe it was Saturday, January 21, at 8:17 pm exactly, Matthew Bellamy died...just a little. Here is a picture of him dying.

Some of you might remember my list "Things I would do to get a NEW copy of Muse's Hullaballoo Soundtrack" well, this is my "Things I would do to get a NEW copy of Muse's Hyper Music"

• Eat only KFC for a whole month
• Watch Lindsay Lohan movies until my eyes bleed
• Make out with Rob Schneider
• Climb into an active Volcano
• Listen to Hillary Duff sing (nuff said)
• Sell my entire collection of Sandman graphic novels for a dollar
• Only see movies at the Campbell 16
• Stick my hand into boiling kettle cleaner
• lick barb wire
• Use my two least favorite words in a sentence every day of my life. I don't think it's necessary for me to state which words those are.
• Memorize the dictionary
• Consume cigarette ash
• Wear only yellow
• Tell Jake Lloyd he made Episode One a better movie
• Bathe in garbage juice for a week
• Buy tickets to and attend a Britney Spears concert
• Dye my hair 7 shades of green
• Shop at Hollister for the rest of my life
• drink 12 cups of pure Mt. Dew syrup
• Never speak of Ryan Reynolds again
  

in addition to all these things which I promised I would do if someone bought me "Hullaballoo Soundtrack" (which I now own by sheer fate), I would...

• listen to country music for 7 hours straight
• Give my Lord of the Rings poster to a small child with paint
  
• Break dance in the lobby of the Springfield 8
• Eat the fish sticks that are still in Andrew's freezer
• Eat a large bucket of popcorn with extra butter
• lick the inside of the FCB machine
  

Har har har. I'm a pirate!

Hm. Isn't it common etiquette that you don't curse in front of people that you've just met? Or is that something that only Christians try to do.

So yesterday I met this very nice girl in one of my classes. Very indie and very much a frosh (freshman). Anyway, as we're walking down the hall, attempting to make conversation she busts out with the "S-word". Not in some sort of tourettes way, but really, it wasn't called for. I could have sworn that there was some unwritten rule that says that cursing in front of new friends is forbidden.

This post can be related to planet Hoth, COLD!

I don't usually encourage the act of creating insults but it seems that I can no longer contain the urge. Ah yes, I remember sitting in Philosophy, writting down numerous and hillarious insults as liner notes in my notebook. Hm, maybe if I had been paying attention instead of dilly daddleing I may have gotten a better grade in that class. Nah.

Now to share:

• Cillan Murphy called. He wants his creepy demeanor back.
• Keep talking, hopefully someday something intelligent will come out of that pretty mouth of yours.
• You are definitely one fry short of a Happy Meal.
• Believe it or not, she can think without moving her lips.
• See, the wheel is turning but the hampster is dead.
• Is your job solely devoted to spreading ignorance or is that just something you do on the side?
• She's as pointless as a hankey...you sneeze...and...that's it.
• That tiny twinkle you just saw in her eyes is actually the sun shining right between her ears.
• David Justice called. He'd like his libido back.
• Unfortunately for you there is not vaccine against stupidity.
• Psh. You don't need to join Green Peace to help the Earth out. Just don't procreate!
• Seriously...her depth runs as deep as a parking lot puddle.
• Yeah, about as cultured as cow in the Louvre.
• You definitely got hit by the ugly stick and enjoyed it.
• Were you sick the day that God was handing out intelligence?
• (I actually read this somewhere but was tempted to use it) You could throw her in the river and skim ugly for two days!

Tonight

iTunes: "A Modern Myth" by 30 seconds to mars
I am: Full

Hannah and I check out this new coffee shop that opened up by me. Decent coffee. A little strong for my taste. I got a cappuccino, drank only half of it, and I'm still buzzing. I can still smell the coffee. Mmm...coffee.

I desperately want "The Film Snob*s Dictionary : An Essential Lexicon of Filmological Knowledge" for my birthday ::hint hint hint::. I have no intention on actually planning on receiving any birthday gifts though. People get me gifts? Hahahaha! THE IDEA IS RIDICULOUS IN ITSELF!! But if, by chance, someone does want to get me something other than this book, I suggest any sort of homestar runner merchandise (please ask what shirt size before you assume).

Relinquishing junk

iTunes: "Days Go By" by Dirty Vegas
I am: makin conversation

For some very odd reason I've had "Days Go By" stuck in my head all night. I've had the sudden urge to bust out into hokey techno moves and "wow" any on lookers.

I am please to announce that after several months of betraying my blogger for my xanga I am returning to semi-weekly posts on my blogger. Why, you ask? Because the guilt was too much. I can no longer cheat on my blogger account with xanga. It's just wrong.

After 3 terrifying weeks, I finally was able to access my grades online. HAZZAH! I got an A in Art History!! HAAAAZAAAAH! For this I deserve another delicious "sinful" cupcake. Mmm..."sinful" cupcakes.

Agrophobia

As a precautionary act, I never answer the door when I am home alone. Any girl will tell you, that answering the door is begging to re-enact a cheaply made horror flick.

So about 15 minutes ago when our doorbell rings, I go through my usual routine of pretending to not hear it. When it rings again, I assume it is the UPS man and once again, continue on with catching up on my winter reading. Now, when the doorbell rings about 15 more times I begin to wonder and notice that there is quite a strange car out in our drive way. I wait for about 15 more minutes watching from a tiny crack in the shades. The man, whom I have never seen before and could definitely be an extra in Deliverance, gets into his car and just sits in our driveway for about 5-10 more minutes before he pulls out and leaves.

assuming that I didn't get the message about someone dropping by the house I call both parents. Both have no idea who this man could possibly be.

Thus concludes my Twilight Zone day.

Permanent Daylight

iTunes: "Save Me" Amiee Mann
I am: a stereotype

It's become abundantly clear, now that I am one of the last single people in my friends (we're a dying breed), that I must take on new and extremely important responsibilities. In fact, they are so important that I have made a list that covers them all. I call this list....

RESPONSIBILITIES FOR THE TOKEN SINGLE FRIEND

1. It is now quite important that I am readily available for those who are attached, to use to complain about their significant others.
2. When I enter a room I must say, "HEY HEY HEY!" and all will respond, "TOKEN SINGLE FRIEND!! We missed you!!"
   
3. I must be able to withstand hours of PDA without gagging or reaching for the nearest blunt object to beat myself with.
4. I must be able to sense a "Look, I want you to leave so I can make out with my significant other without you watching me with those creepy eyes of yours" tone in a mere word.
5. I must be able to distract with some sort of stupid human trick with a simple snap of one's fingers when a "couples" fight breaks out.
   
6. It will also be crucial that I some how work the following into all instances in which I am in group situations.....

• Witty jokes with content pertaining to Bill Gates, Steve Jobs, Queen, circuit boards, Star Wars, or anything else that might be overheard during a ComicCon convention.
  
• The phrase "Awesome, awesome to the MAX!"
• I must make constant reference to some sort of film or TV personality whom I am obsessively infatuated with.
  
• and most importantly, I must make inappropriate sexual innuendoes.

Shh. I think she is trying to communicate with us.

iTunes: "HELP" by The Beatles
I am: Disgusted by what society has turned into

I walked around downtown by myself a bit tonight. Yes, I realize how stupid and dangerous that was to do but at this point really, does it matter? Anyway, it was cold. Thought I would post about the coldness and all. Yep. Cold.

Turn it up

Albums I need:

"Without you I'm nothing" by Placebo
"Sleeping with Ghosts" by Placebo
"Hours" Funeral For a Friend
"Two Conversations" by Appleseed Cast (my boys from LAWRENCE BABY!! YEAH!)
"Darkest Days" by Stabbing Westward
"The Bravery" by The Bravery

Songs that I want:
"Fall Apart" by 1208
"Make A Sound" by Autopilot Off
"My Favorite Accident" by Motion City Soundtrack


People, feel free to either buy me these albums or songs just because.

Best....Ever.

Best thing Natalie has ever said:

"I agree with Hannah. If the label says WARNING: CONTAINS INSULTS AND SOME DEMEANING CONTENT, MAY CAUSE DEPRESSION AND/OR SELF ESTEEM ISSUES then I think we should listen to the Surgeon General and stay away."

She gets 12 gold stars for the comment.

Burrr I say it's cold in here

iTunes: "Hung Up" by Madonna
I am: frosty

Usually when winter rolls around we have this nice grace period where the temperature slowly drops. Giving us ample time to haul out the coats and sweaters. Not this year. Nope. This year, it went from 75 to 30 degrees in 24 hours. 24 STINKIN' HOURS. So I guess it's natural for me to be reluctant to accept that it is coat season. The last month, I've been trying to get away with not wearing one by layering up. Monday I decided it was time to wear 2 layers and found out that clearly that wasn't enough. On Tuesday I put on 3 and found that, though I look like some sort of sherpa but that's ok. Sadly this has resulted in the current cold that I have. Anyway, I decided this morning that fighting winter just wasn't worth the effort and trotted downstairs to put on my coat before leaving for school. Boy wasn't I surprised when I couldn't find it. Isn't irony great? Now I am being forced to skip around campus in 3 layers while avoiding frostbite.

I know Kung fu, karate, and 101 other dangerous words

iTunes: "Everything Zen" by Bush
I am: perplexing

You know you've got problems when you change your voice mail on a daily basis.

Friday it was:
"Hey, I'm out endangering the lives of small children everywhere so leave me a message and I'll see about calling you back!"

Thursday it was:
"I'm being chased by those dang leprechauns. They're after me lucky charms [said without any accent] again!! Leave me a message!"

Friday it was:
"Hey, it's Laura and I'm trying to get Bill Gates and Steve Jobs to work out their trust issues. Hm. We could be here a while. Well, you'd better leave me a message and hopefully I'll be able to get back to you!"

Saturday morning it was:
[in an attempt to mock all 16-year-old boys who think it's cool to be emo all the time] "Ugh, I'm just emo to pick up my phone right now, so leave me a message and I'll call you back when I start listening to Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltson."

Saturday evening it was:
"Ahhh. After being forced to listen to hours upon hours of crappy emo music as a form of cheap torture, I find myself unable to even answer my phone. So leave me a message and I'll call you back when I've stuck this Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltson CD into my stereo and have some how found the will to live again."

Sunday it became:
"Weezer fans are chasing me!! AHHHH!! Leave me a message"

Sunday evening and finally what I have on right now:
"Hey, it's Laura and I'm out endangering the lives of small children so leave me a message and I'll call you back when I get a chance!"

I need suggestions on a new one. Yes, this is what I do when I'm not at work, or school, or church...yes you may pity me but only if you give me the pity "aw."

2 wrongs make a left

iTunes: "Not Coming Home" by Maroon 5
I am: like an unbuttered bag of popcorn

Who wants to hear the saddest story in the world? Huh? Yeah, I know you do!!:

As some of you might have known I had this huge project due in metals the week I got back from my cruise so my plan was to get it 98% done the week before I left so that it would be pretty much ready to turn in when I got back. Well, it came down to the last two days I had to work on this terrible project and I was at the point where I needed to solder a back-plate to the shell of my piece. Keep in mind it takes 15 minutes to set this piece up to be soldered so if I didn't get it the first time I would have to start again. So, really I needed to get the soldering right the first time or else I was screwed. I had spent several hours trimming and cleaning the piece which ended up sucking half of my energy out. I reached a point where I was just so tired that I thought I was going to collapse the only thing keeping me awake was this random guy who would occasionally talk to me. As I began to heat up my piece random guy walked over: "Here, let me give you a helpful tip. You should really use two torches. It'll go a lot faster and you'll thank me in the end. Trust me." I thanked him and started to brainstorm how I was going to hold two torches without burning myself. Seeing that I was struggling he walked over and said that he would heat up the piece while I melted the solder. To make a ridiculously long story short, this upper level (clearly a senior) metals student took time out from doing his own project to advise me and pretty much save me from not getting this project done. SERIOUSLY. This man is my guardian angel. Very attractive guardian angel at that. You only can imagine how terrible I felt when I realized how horrific I looked that day. Feeling totally depressed that I had not made the slightest of impressions upon this guy I went home a little crushed but then cheered up knowing that it really didn't matter because the chances of me running into this very attractive metals guy were very slim. The next day (the day I would be leaving for the cruise) I went into the metals lab to finish up filing. Surprise surprise I ran into hot boy. Feeling the need to express my undying gratitude, I thanked him a thousand times in hopes that it would spawn some sort of conversation about my piece which would then spawn into casual conversation but being the lame-oid that I was I caught a glance at what time it was, realized that I was almost 10 minutes late to my class and ran out the door right after I thanked him. Once again when I got home it because clear that, that day I was dressed like some sort of hobo in search for something to eat. After a full 24 hours of pouting, there was a sigh of relief that, once again I would NEVER HAVE TO RELIVE this experience again.

Oh but God has a sense of humor. Oh yes he does.

Friday I was coming out the computer lab when I looked up to see hot metals boy. Naturally I did a double take. I knew that I knew him but I wasn't sure from where. Then it came to me, HOT METALS BOY WHO SAVED MY METALS PROJECT. The first time I looked at him we made eye contact but we both had this, "Do I know you?" look on our faces. Then I realized who he was. I quickly tried to redeem myself by smiling. Oh my goodness. I had the worst smile on my face. It's one of those smiles that you attempt to make attractive but really you're over doing it so it come out looking like you're having a seizure. The terrible thing about it was that I knew it was a bad smile and yet I continued with it. His reaction was terrible. He has this look like, "Are you ok? Do you need medical assistance?" Luckily we passed each other and I silently wept.

iTunes: "DOA" by The Foo Fighters
I am: cheeky

I was pleasantly surprised to find out that my metals class was cancelled today. HAZAAH! Problem is I have to hang around until 12:30 because I have an appointment with my advisor which bums me out. Wait..it's like 10:17. I am so totally going home...

Leaving your mark is overrated

iTunes: "Am I Getting Through (Part I)" by Sheryl Crow
I am: surviving

I got back from the cruise and everything was fun, though I do not think I will ever go on a cruise again. Never. There was not nearly enough time on each island and all I wanted to do on the ship was sleep. Yes, sweet sweet sleep! Although I was pretty satisfied with what I saw I was severely disappointed in Jamaica. It was like road kill covered with thousands of maggots. Here I expected this untouched and amazing island, and instead I got a filthy town filled with drug dealers. I really shouldn't have expected so much. Darn me and my optimistic attitude. When will I learn that it will get me no where in life?

I went to Natalie's little performance at Drury a few nights ago. It was stupendous. I gave her a standing ovation. Granted there were no seats to sit in, and I had been standing the whole time...

Natalie almost lost her voice by the end of the night though. It was quite sad.

Hannah: "Sounds like you need a trachea transplant."
Me: "Or we could give her a tracheostomy!"
Me: "But she wouldn't really be able to talk so it would defeat the purpose of having the procedure."
Hannah and I : [hmm]
Hannah and I at the same time: "I think she needs one."
Natalie: "Are you talking about me?"
Me: "No, not at all."

I don't see

iTunes: "Don't Pass Me By" by The Beatles
I am: qualmish

It never ceases to amaze me the lack of tact and respose that certain people seem to have. Really. I honestly just think these people wake up in the morning and say to themselves, "Hey, you know what would be awesome? If I was completely oblivious to the people around me! I think it would be an excellent idea to be a total brute today." ::makes disgusted noise:: Agh.

Anyway, there's my little rant for the week. I could go on and on but it wouldn't matter. People are schmucks. Some more then others. Hannah knows what I'm saying. She feels my irritation.

Those darn Pumpkins will get you every year!

iTunes: "Innocence Maintained" by Jewel
I am: pretty gosh darn freaked out because my mom just told me that there is a hurricane headed straight for our cruise destination.

This is terrible delayed but these are pictures from the Pumpkin Carving Party that Andrew and I went to a few nights ago. The pictures entertain me.

Andrew and I's pumpkins bond. Notice how happy mine looks. Andrew said it reminded him of Mike from Monster's Inc and that I should be paying Pixar for the use of their image.

 

Kerri tries her hand at "Pumpkin Carving."

 

Andrew makes his "AHHHHH" face.