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.