So, let me start by saying, according to what I’ve seen and/or been told I am one of the few lame people left on this earth who has not seen Super Bad. Big deal, right?!! Well, I’m told that I need to see it to complete my life. Hahaha yea, so that probably won’t happen. I find it kinda starange that when I was 19 the guys (yea guys not gals as I just don’t mesh too well with gals) I hung with respected me too much to let me sit along side them and watch a movie such as Sin City or whatever American Pie was out at the time. Now, at nearly 23 the guys I hang around (who happen to be a completely different group, they’ve never even met my old posse) nearly demand that I see Super Bad. I’ve been told that this movie would offend me far too much for me to see it. Now, I’m not some up tight goody too shoes, but I just don’t feel that I have to subjet myself to extremely crude humor. I said this to my guys. They told me to “man up” esspically if I wanted to someday work as a tour manager/manager for bands as 90% of the business is male. WHAT? Needless to say that since my guys are all from work, some one was scrubbing drains and it wasn’t me. HA!
Now I really don’t know how to take “advice” from someone like that. Even more so since they have the strangest opnions on women and relationships. A subjet that I may argue about, but since I’ve had the same number of boyfriends that Fall out Boy has had failed records (hmmm that would be ZERO) I never get much in edgewise. Now I love my guys, don’t get me wrong and tomorrow will be another great day hanging with them, but it’s times like this (their umm lets say their slightly schovinistic opnions and behavior) that really don’t make me wonder why I’m still single.
I am the type of girl that is a “guys girl”. Since I was 6 months old my best friends have always been guys. I was the biggest tomboy, stopped everything on a dime for any sport, and wouldn’t think twice about thorwing a punch or two. Only 3 times in my life have my closeest friends been gals. I usually can’t stand gals. Their too catty. I mean don’t get me wrong, I love to go out with my girls too, but I’ve always been closer to the guys. It was like having older and sometimes younger brothers. Okay, now I’m older and I do enjoy dressing up a bit, and I go to shows with my girls because it’s weird to talk about the hotness of all the bands with my guys.
So, is it weird that my guys are all for this great beast of a movie Super Bad and would throw all of my thoughts and feeling to the wind for a crude laugh? Or am I just over reacting? I usually don’t mind these discussions that we have, but this has been going on for months now. I guess for now I’m just protesting the movie until someone can convince me otherwise. Hmmmm . . . ..
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Nirvana and Papa Roach
Alright, so I love working on days that we play good mucis. Don’t get me wrong I love Frank Sinatra and James Brown. Sia is great, we’ve been playing a lot of great music lately. But recently Starbucks (my place of work, yes you want cofee now right!) has added some great music to their playlist and I couldn’t be happier. I had a pretty crappy and depressing week, yea, Tuesday’s tragedy has definitely taken a toll on me. I came in today reday to snap the next person I saw in half. I’ve just been out of it this week, I can’t sleep, at least not at night. I even snapped at my kids this week (the ones I teach, I have no children) and I never do that. So I was so thrilled to hear Death Cab For Cutie and then one of my all time favorites . . . . Nirvana. Yay!!! The night got so much better. Then one of the guys played them again, I guess I kinda scared him, good!!!
Oh, and the last tid bit of the night. One of the guys started free-styling, cause that what we do at our Starbcuks, ahaha. Anyway, it was with the lyrics (that he knew) of Last Resort by Papa Roach. I alwayssmile at Last Resort. For 5 reasons:
1. I know just about everyone in the music video!!!!
2. Their from right here in Vacaville, Ca. My beloved hometown. NOT Sacramento!!
3. My older sisters have dorky band camp photos of Coby from highschool when they used ot hang out. My little sister was friends with Coby’s younger brother and I teach one of his little relatives (cousin/niece I’m not sure).
4. I was on campus and sncuk out into the hallway when MTV was at my school my junior year to do their documentry.
5. The best Chinese food on the planet can be found at Imperial China Kitchcn or Imperial to save breath. This happens to be P Roach’s fav Vacaville joint and mine as well. When you walk in you’ll see their photos everywhere! From garage band days to the most recent magizine article!!! Come to Vacaville and I will take you to the best Chinese on the planet aka Papa Roach’s favorite place!!
That’s all!!
Oh, and the last tid bit of the night. One of the guys started free-styling, cause that what we do at our Starbcuks, ahaha. Anyway, it was with the lyrics (that he knew) of Last Resort by Papa Roach. I alwayssmile at Last Resort. For 5 reasons:
1. I know just about everyone in the music video!!!!
2. Their from right here in Vacaville, Ca. My beloved hometown. NOT Sacramento!!
3. My older sisters have dorky band camp photos of Coby from highschool when they used ot hang out. My little sister was friends with Coby’s younger brother and I teach one of his little relatives (cousin/niece I’m not sure).
4. I was on campus and sncuk out into the hallway when MTV was at my school my junior year to do their documentry.
5. The best Chinese food on the planet can be found at Imperial China Kitchcn or Imperial to save breath. This happens to be P Roach’s fav Vacaville joint and mine as well. When you walk in you’ll see their photos everywhere! From garage band days to the most recent magizine article!!! Come to Vacaville and I will take you to the best Chinese on the planet aka Papa Roach’s favorite place!!
That’s all!!
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
The sum 0f 2007
The Sum of Things of 2007
# of broken hearts 1
# of dates 1
# of hair colors 3
# of bands met lost count at Warped Tour
# of live shows again lost count at Warped Tour
# of blogs 6 WHY?
# of important people in my life that I lost 2
# of friends I can’t live without too many to count AWWWW
# of car accidents 1
# of classes registered for and dropped 5
# of career changes 2
# of dreams come true 6
# of hang overs 1
# of days to San Francisco never enough
# of times I’ve been thankful beyond words 31,536,000
(that’s how many seconds are in one year!!!)
# of personal growth moments too many to count
# of musical crushes 4
# of crying rages a lot less than 2006 hahaha
# of meet and greet mishaps 3
# of hospital visits 4 (that’s more than usual for me)
# of misdirected road trips 8
# of memories endless
# of pants ripped due to jumping off furniture William Beckett style 1
# of whipped cream fights behind the counter at least 4
# of stickers on the back of my car 11
# of restraining orders from Gerard Way 0 so far
# of Kiki’s jokes about my reading of a book to change a tire 8 until I punched her
# of days I realized I have a place here and some people cant live without me . . . 365
# of broken hearts 1
# of dates 1
# of hair colors 3
# of bands met lost count at Warped Tour
# of live shows again lost count at Warped Tour
# of blogs 6 WHY?
# of important people in my life that I lost 2
# of friends I can’t live without too many to count AWWWW
# of car accidents 1
# of classes registered for and dropped 5
# of career changes 2
# of dreams come true 6
# of hang overs 1
# of days to San Francisco never enough
# of times I’ve been thankful beyond words 31,536,000
(that’s how many seconds are in one year!!!)
# of personal growth moments too many to count
# of musical crushes 4
# of crying rages a lot less than 2006 hahaha
# of meet and greet mishaps 3
# of hospital visits 4 (that’s more than usual for me)
# of misdirected road trips 8
# of memories endless
# of pants ripped due to jumping off furniture William Beckett style 1
# of whipped cream fights behind the counter at least 4
# of stickers on the back of my car 11
# of restraining orders from Gerard Way 0 so far
# of Kiki’s jokes about my reading of a book to change a tire 8 until I punched her
# of days I realized I have a place here and some people cant live without me . . . 365
As 2008 begins
So, to start off 2008 I did something I’ve never done before. I got up as usual this morning, took Lucky out, made breakfast, this was about 10:30 or 11. Then since the tv was already on I sat on the couch and just watched. It was hockey. Never before in my 22 and a half years have I watched the sport. Unless you count all 3 of the Mighty Ducks movies! Okay, I didn’t actually watch the game because it took so long for the national anthem, which was Canada’s anthem by the way and America the Beauitiful, that by the time they introduced all the players I was bored. But for the record hockey players are not all oafish looking as stereotypes may be. It was as they announced two of the players that I started to drift off into Brownie Land! One of the players on the Penguins team (I only remember that because I happen to adore penguins!) had the last name of Crosby. That got me to think of Bing Crosby and other late crooners. That led me to think of the Rat Pack, then I began wondering if there was a film about the Rat Pack. It was then that Oceans 11 and 12 entered my head and I thought to myself “I still haven’t seen Ocean’s 13.” And then I thought about how I have Julia Roberts like(ish) teeth. So I went upstairs to brush my teeth because I had just eaten breakfast. That’s when my mom called me into the office to crawl under the desk to lok for somehting that we still haven’t found. It was an odd morning. But I feel good about this year. So many new chances and opportunities. I see so many things happening. But mostly I see myself gloing to sleep in the nest 35 minutes or so. So, good night!
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