mah stuff

last fall i started taking pictures of stuff that was, well, MY stuff. stuff that meant a little something to me.

i meant to continue taking pictures and make this a continuous thing, but i stopped. for a lot of reasons. life distracted me and all that.

i looked back at these pictures these afternoon and, wow, these feel so dated, even though i took them in late october-early november. i feel like a million miles away from that time, already.

anyway, here’s mah stuff, from last fall, and hopefully soon i’ll start again…

ballroom dreams.

several dreams to report.

if you’re into that sort of thing.

but not me, pretty baby

too unfocused for a nice big long post, so a lot of thoughts in one.

• interpol in april, adele in june, kings of leon in april, jimmy eat world next weekend (SQUEE). can i start getting paid to go to shows i really wanna go to? sigh.

• sweet baby jesus up on top of his roof, what did i do? i’ve been cussed out by, let’s see, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 people in the span of more or less a week. evaluations are tomorrow, so we may up that number to 6. and, even better, i’m getting cussed out for stuff that i either a) didn’t do, b) didn’t do and had no control over, or c) ????????????????? (insert your own reason here, b/c i sure have no idea why). i am beyond tired of it. i am so seriously ready to be out of everyone’s way.

• i’m meeting debbie in a few minutes for pizza, and i am so excited, there are no words. so lucky to have her as one of my very best friends.

• speaking of her, it’s amazing how close we got during my grandmother’s death. and, speaking of that, my New Thing To Be Angry About That I’m Really Not Angry About, I’m Just Angry Because I Miss My Grandma So I Take My Anger Out Elsewhere, is all of the people who psh’d when i said i wanted to write about my grandma. not long after her death i said i knew i’d write about her, somewhere or somehow. and nearly everybody was like, pshhh. i’m kinda mad about that, now. why couldn’t i? i have to. i don’t have a choice. i’m going to, at some point, because i have to. so, suck it, people who psh’d my idea.

• i love my new bed stuff. so pretty. i love it even though the color bled onto my white cami. but ya know, it might as well have bled onto that cami, b/c that’s the cami that was ruined by all that newspaper ink that time.

• i didn’t tell josh, but i cried a little during “hubble,” when they showed the baby stars and galaxies. it was just so beautiful.

• band statuses, which may or may not get expanded into a column tomorrow:
  the white stripes. we all know i’m obsessed w/ jack white. i’m sad the stripes are calling it a day, but hey, look at the powerful amount of music they left us. i like that jack said we could do with it whatever we wanted. and yeah, i do like the raconteurs more, and i like the dead weather even better.
  death from above 1979 reunites, and i am a very pleased woman. i love that band. loud and abrasive and sexy. i’m not certain, but i think sebastien grainger is an evil genius. an evil genius who needs to leave his boots under my bed for a night or two or 10.

• get well, spider monkey. i can’t do anything without you. i’m coloring you a picture tonight.

yeah. more later, i’m sure.

i’ll think about it tomorrow

so, i finally read margaret mitchell’s “gone with the wind.”

i’ve enjoyed the movie for a while now, finally became obsessed with it this year and decided it was time to see what the book had to offer.

i took my time reading it, absorbing every page, detail, word. it’s officially one of my favorites now. i loved the way mitchell blended fact with fiction, weaving history in with a very personal story of a Southern woman.

this book taught me a lot, definitely made me think and challenged my own views. as i read it, i’d flag each section/line/phrase i liked/learned from/wanted to remember, so now, my book – a hardback copy from 1964 i bought at a used book store (yes, it’s pictured) – is colorful with those little plastic place-keepers. it already looked pretty snazzy anyway, with my homemade brown paper bag/pink duct tape/electrical tape book cover.

so, here are my thoughts on “gone with the wind,” both in general and through those many little place-keepers…

ps. this post may change over time. i can’t think straight right now because i’m sick and dependent on cold medicine, so ignore any weird wordage. i’ll clear it all up soon enough.

there is a rapture on the lonely shore

i don’t know why, but i take pictures of my chucks in weird places.

i guess it’s because i’m so happy to see them somewhere different from where i usually take them.

keep in mind, these chucks are my oldest pair. they got me through college and i’m pretty sure every single concert i’ve seen since college (that’s a lot), and they’ve gotten me around here and new york city and savannah and new orleans and places in between.

the two latest pictures are…

i took this on the beach at tybee island, 12/9/10. it was like 50 degrees out there, and the wind was blowing so hard. the beach was almost completely empty, and it was pure heaven.

i took this one on christmas 2010. it was my first – and, who knows, maybe my only – white christmas.

hopefully i’ll take my chucks to even weirder places and take pictures of them to share.

there is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
there is a rapture on the lonely shore,
there is society, where none intrudes
by the deep sea, and music in its roar:
i love not man the less, but Nature more,
from these our interviews, in which i steal
from all i may be, or have been before,
to mingle with the Universe, and feel
what i can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal
– lord byron

my chemical romance saved my life.

“if i’m so wrong
how could you listen all night long?”

my favorite band alive and working today is my chemical romance.

on the eve of the release of its new album, “danger days: the true lives of the fabulous killjoys,” i thought i’d write about why this band is my favorite.

shut off the beacons, cause we know what’s out there.

oh, you know, nothing much.

• that’s a line from “the sky & i” by scarlet grey. have been listening to the band’s “fancy blood” ep a lot lately. saw them w/ afi and the loved ones with hannah back in march, and we listened to the ep constantly that weekend after the show. i continued to listen to it on repeat after i got home from that weekend, trying to capture the feel of being off for a few days and spending those few days with my bestest bestie in the entire world. we’re planning halloween, and i’m excited, so i’m getting in the mood for that weekend by listening to some scarlet grey. i really like this song, and i like davey havok’s vocals on it. after a particularly awesome afternoon the other day, i drove down 78 with the sun roof open in my car and BLASTED this song. yeah, it was hot. but this song sounded so good.

• i guess it’s cheesy for a southern girl to love “gone with the wind,” but i do. and say what you what, but i identify with scarlett more than i do almost any other character i’ve ever encountered. that’s not always a good thing. but she is such a well-developed character. i need to read the book.

• why are all these reporters interviewing the “jersey shore” cast? it’s like they’re trying to figure out what makes them so “fascinating,” but they’re just as clueless as anyone else. why not talk to “jersey shore” fans about why they watch the show? that may be the story.

• this more expensive hair color and my hair are not friends. what to do, what to do?

• i understand why chelsea clinton’s wedding is a big deal, so i’m ok with that story. i have no idea why the kings of leon/pigeon story is a story at all.

• i realize i’m in the minority on this, but those quiznos kittehs are so cute.

what will you say when they take my place?

let’s stop this crazy whirligig of fun…i’m dizzy.

(buffy quote – bonus points if you can name the episode!)

i don’t know, life’s been crazy lately. i know. i keep saying that. but it has been.

my head’s been so wishy-washy as of late that i’m not sure about many things…hence another random thoughts post. too much for twitter, too short for their own blogs.

i cry glitter is love

a bunch of thoughts that have been floating around my brain for the last couple of weeks:

thankful like kelly clarkson

so this past week my “what i’m thankful for” column ran in the paper. i said i’d post the rest of my list on my blog. so, yeah.