thoughts on jackson

sad

but also kind of relieved.

and maybe just a little disappointed

your face

so i dont have internet which is why i havent updated this in awhile.

ill tell you a bit about the wedding planning.

so invitations. yes the blight of my world. i went craftzine.com and used all their stuff to make an invitation on adobe illustrator. did all the crap and then went to kinkos to find out that they didnt have the paper i needed, the colors were wrong and everything wasnt lining up. so fuck you diy. fuck. you.

quote:
after finding out that office depot didnt have the paper i wanted my mother turned to me:
"What is it you always say to me? Oh yeah, In your face!"
yeah my mother "in your faced" me. and it was sweet.

in the end we went to Micheal's where i found out that the magazine BRIDES puts out invitation sets you just print your information on. so you kids will be getting those. and i dont care if i sold out. because holy shit when my printing at kinkos was going to be $500 i almost cried. the invitation set cost $30. my stamps cost more than my invites.

to make up for our uncraftiness in the invites greg and i made wire frames for 25 mason jars to hang in the trees.

did i mention my photographer pulled out? did i? while she did.

i hate weddings

nerd fest

so through most my adult life i have had this question about myself. this question that defines my very beingwhich i have always remained undecided about.

am i a stars wars nerd or a star trek nerd.

after last week its safe to say that i am indeed a trekkie. i mean after that experience in college when my roommate gave me my much beloved "KHAAAAAAAAAAN!" shirt i should have known. but after i saw the newest addition im pretty much in love with the campy nerd fest known as star trek.

discovering my newiest love greg downloaded ever single star trek movie for me and we have spent the last 6 days locked up eating popcorn and watching the unfolding drama that is the enterprise.

quote of the day:

after my manager belches very loudly:
me: oh thanks for blowing that in my face
her: "I also almost threw up in my mouth."
me: you are like the best person ever

witticisms

Churh sign: WITHOUT MOTHERS THERE WOULD BE NO CHRIST CHILD. THANKS MOMS!
me: "without mothers there would also be no hitler, so what exactly are they trying to say?"

internet ad: I erased stretch marks by obeying this 1 rule!
me: "don't get knocked up?"

bitch at the faint show: "Lets all remember our personal space so we can have a good time!" said after standing right infront of me and then trying to push me away from her.
me: "lets all stop being fucking cunts so we don't get elbowed in the face" not really a witticisms, but it was a good show. later i did hit her in the face with my holga. why cant i just get along with girls?

ps- this whole small world thing is starting to get annoying. i think its time to shake the dirt off my roots and move out of denver.

seriously wasting time

so yes the rumors are true. i certainly do breakdown into a fit of girlish giggles at the mere mention of ira glass. this man who most certainly is twice my age sets my heart a flutter. and all he does is talk brokenly and asks people prudent questions calmly and softly. and of course makes This American Life crack to me. pure snortable crack...for my ears.

last thursday was the semicast of this american life live and broadcasted to some 400 theatres across the u.s. which was pretty nifty if you are the biggest nerd around. which i am. sadly i did not understand the concept of semicast at the time of this conversation with greg:

"Oh wow, you got a new outfit."
"yeah, i wanted to look spiffy for ira" (apparently we're on first names)
"You do know that it's a live broadcast... not a live show?"
"WHA?! damn it!"

on another npr note i heard the best interview done by terri gross and russell brand where he actually said:

"...now I don't know if you've ever been on crack cocaine Terri..."

she politely let the question slide but filled my small head with a ceaseless desire to know. so terri, have you?

i'm a bit behind on the whole loving russell brand thing too. but i promise im making it up with unbridled devotion.



obviously this blog entry is so long because i should be doing something important. like writing a paper and putting together a presentation. well i had a few ideas and then i went to class last week where someone already got up there and presented a paper on art nouveau and contemporary comic books and i was like, "well fucking hell! what the fuck do i write about now?" and you know what i chose? Hill House. a stupid house in the middle of scotland done by this guy and, only in certain books, his wife. really i tried to write about the wife and interior spaces and the whole sexualization of domestic spaces blah blah blah, but theres really no scholarship on that (blatant lie to get out of researching). so mostly its like: "oh wow this house is neato!" "finding women in art is hard!" "here are some fancy pictures:)!!" i write really good papers.


this by the way is waldo's evil doopleganger (redundant) who in fact is not called renaldo like i thought, but odlaw which is waldo spelled backwards. oh you clever rapscalian!

so now when you see me in on my bike with my classic black and yellow knit cap do not yell "You're awesome Renaldo!" for that is wrong, but rather "If only I could be as trendy as you Odlaw!" which is the correct name of the fictional character i look exactly like.

sometimes im still surprised when ive hit yet another all time low.

ps- ira glass is super fiddgity and gangly. what the hell is there not to like?!

customer service

irate customer doing a return:

"If you just looked at the name on the card this wouldn't of happened!" adds hand gestures and facial expressions pretending to look at a card.

in my head: "if you didn't teach your daughter to be such a selfish bitch this wouldn't of happened"

folks we can't stop your children from stealing your credit cards and making crazy purchases on them. thats your job, dont fucking yell at us for your bad parenting.

my crush

this is drew danburry. he = amazing. he's most known for his facial hair and pink fanny pack, also his jump kicks. he's also way nice.

on a totally different topic:

"slow down, you'll hit a pedestrian!!"
"How will I hit a pedestrian?"
"you know they can pedest right infront of you!"
"Thats not how that word works."

ps- i'm going to be writing this blog how i wrote in my old one. few caps and punctuation. also when it comes to quotes anything i've said is going to be in lowercase.

now you know.