Advisory Committee

I am so glad to be going home in a week or so. Not that I don't love living here, finally. And next year is going to be great. But still, it's going to be nice to go home and see people that I have more than a six-month past with, aka, people that I care about and vice versa, who I am actually comfortable around. Gnome sane?
Again, not that I don't adore people here. But I want my old friends.
I was trying to think about my college friends here in high school. I can't imagine most of them there. It seems weird to me, them in high school.
I am almost done with my first ever year of college, finally. It's liberating and relieving. But the scary thing is, there's only two more years left for me now, because of all the AP credits and college classes I took in high school. Two years, and I'm a bonafide adult, with, like, a real job, and an apartment I pay for on my own, and taxes and bills and...holy motherfuck, it's going to be fucking insane. I don't even want to think about it, it scares me so fucking much. I wish I could just skip everything to the part when I'm beloved and successful, perferably with at least one oscar and Jason Schwartzman on my arm. However, I would settle for a steady job with benefits that allows me to live comfortably in the city. And by city I mean Chicago, NOT L.A. Never L.A. Fuck that place.
Today is a "special event" at work, which bascially means I have to wear high heels instead of flats. This, I am not looking foward to. It's hard enough selling overpriced crap to people who don't care with flats on. Also, tomorrow is payday, which I really fucking need, because I splurged on DVD's the other day and my bank account is nearing empty once again. I really need to stop doing that. This summer, I'm not spending money on anything, I swear to god.
Also, this summer I am losing fifteen pounds (seriously, according to the BMI calculator I am allllmost overweight, and I am in shitty shape from being so busy), make more than $3,000, and learn how to survive in the wilderness per my dad. On the agenda as well: maybe learn how to rock climb and finally get around to reading that stack of books in "my" room. Also, we're getting another dog this summer, which makes me want to pee with excitement. Seriously! ANOTHER DOG. Oh man.
Anyway, I have to go take a shower and do my hair for the "special event", aka, crappy discounts on shit in the store. Sigh. I fucking hate my job.
Love,
Adora!

I LOVE direct-deposit tax returns. Going from $6 in your banking account one day to $243 the next day is quite possibly the best thing ever, in the entire world. EVER.

Spring break wasn't really good for much except getting my sleep schedule way the fuck off. Well, and Emily visiting, but that's a given.

I've been reading this book called "World War Z". It's like a fictional collection of firsthand accounts of what would happen if there was a zombie invasion/infestation that fucks over the whole world. I know it sounds silly, but it is by far the most terrifying book I have ever, ever read. If there was a Zombie invasion, I would so fucking die. Especially since I live in a city with no access to the ocean, with no boat, poor hand/eye coordination, and arms like limp noodles. Seriously, this book is actually giving me nightmares. Well, napmares, if that makes any sense. I made the poor descision of taking a nap after reading a few chapters, and I had horrible nightmares of getting chased down State Street in the beautiful warm weather (It was 80 today! Holla!) by Zombies that were surprisingly fast and nimble. Then I got to a "safe zone" barricaded by the army, and I was like, oh thank god, if I could just get to my parents, my dad is a survival expert, we could totally go north and live in upper canada. At the safe zone they screened me to see if I had the zombie virus on me, because I guess it can get on your clothing, and I did, and they said they were going to quarantine me for 25 days. And I was crying because I just wanted to find my parents. I woke up several times during the course of this dream, and told myself to stay awake, but as we all know, I'm a lazy asshole and would rather sleep risking horrific Zombie nightmares than, you know, be awake and do things.

It is almost 2AM here, and 70 degrees. And you east coasters bitch about how cold it is on the lake. Or at least, you would have if you were her. But now look who's basking in the warm weather! Fuck you! Heehehehehe.

Also, Bold Party Blend chex mix does not have NEARLY enough snack crackers in the mix. The ratio of snack crackers to everything else must be, like, 1 to 45.

I'm going to go read more of World War Z. I'm an asshole to myself like that.

-Do.

well, i'm sitting here eating applesauce out of a kiddie bowl with a disney princess spoon, and I feel like a kid again. it's weird, for a second i was just kind of bouncing up and down in my chair to the music and waving my spoon around like a baton, and I honestly thought i was like four for a second.
school is boooring, but i have loved ones coming to visit in rapid succession for the next month, and it's very, very exciting.
i am also excited for the summer, getting to see the SKHS production of The Crucible, and the fact that I worked out, cleaned my room, AND did all of my laundry before noon. Hot shit, yo.
There's nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun.
Love,
Adora

I wanted to post this yesterday, but it refused to. Assholes.

So, you know, everyone else spent their valentine's day comfy-cozy in their comfy-cozy rooms because of the snow. But not me. No, of course stupid, stupid Columbia has to say, "yes! Let's have classes with two feet of snow, sloshy, slippery sidewalks, wind gusts up to 40MPH, and below freezing temperatures!" because they are assholes.
I spend my Valentine's day freezing my ass off in the cold for three hours while filming shit with the fossil of a camera known as a Bolex. Seriously, it was misery. Three hours, you know, is a lot of time, and it feels like it's tripled when you've lost all sensation (except pain) in your extremities.
However, the silver lining to this Cloud of Doom is, I did get to spend three hours of Valentine's day with Hot Beard Guy, aka HBG, who is hot, and has a beard, and is hot. And also, straight, and single (I facebook stalked him, of course). He was in my filming group, which was personally thrilling. And also, I said, "don't tell me my business, devil-woman!" for some reason (it made sense in the context of the conversation) and he said, "it's that poop again!" and we laughed and laughed, and if sharing an acknowledment an obsure Billy Madison reference doesn't mean a match made in heaven, then I don't know what does. And also, a few classes ago I was spouting my theory about marrying for money (which I think is an awesome idea) and some other guy in my group brought it up today, because he aparrently thought it was apalling or something, like, WHATEVER DUDE, I can marry for whatever reason I want, and he was like, "what if he's ugly? You're going to have to have sex with him, you know." and I was like, "I'll just lie there, whatever." and HBG laughed and laughed, which is AWESOME.
Hot Beard Guy is the best. Happy Valentine's Day, everyone. Or, as someone scrawled on their whiteboard down the hall, "Single's Awareness Day".
Whatever it's called, I'm calling it Hot Beard Guy day from now on.
Love,
The Future Mrs. Hot Beard Guy (but only if he makes a lot of money, obviously)

Right now, I am watching Star Wars: Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back. Han Solo has just killed the Tauntaun (it is so sad that I remember the names of all this shit) and stuff Luke Skywalker in its innards to keep the young man warm from the remote ice world on the planet Hoth. Then C3PO is bitched about his joints freezing up, and they closed the shield doors because it got too cold, thus leaving our two heros to brave the tundra of Hoth. Then C3PO is all, "the odds of surviving the cold are 175 to 1." As I watched this I thought, FUCK YOU ASSHOLES, come to Chicago and THEN talk to me about the cold. Currently it is -22 degrees. I am not kidding. It is seriously -22 degrees out. Chicago IS Hoth minus the snow, which is even worse. Might I add, the lake is frozen solid.

Every day I go out I think, "it can't get any worse than this. This is by far the coldest day that I have experienced." And you know something? I'm not even exaggerating. In my 19-odd years on earth, I have NEVER experienced cold like this. Even Chicagoans are complaining, which really means something. Every day the temperature drops another few degrees, the wind gets a little bit stronger, and I think, OK, this is it, it's plateaued, this is as bad as it's going to get. But no, this fucking evil city finds a way for it to get even colder.

The other day it was snowing, AND THERE WERE NO CLOUDS IN THE SKY. HOW DOES THAT EVEN HAPPEN!?!??!?!?!?!

Dorie

P.S. I want to do Han Solo.

Hour 3: Already pissed at the fucking loud assholes that won't shut the fuck up in the halls. This is hell; I hate my life sometimes.

It's weird being back in the dorms. 18 hours ago, I swore I wasn't coming back. I was like, no way man, no way, I'm not doing it. Mostly because I can't leave my family and especially my dog. It's strange now. I forget things I was so used to before, like that doors don't just open, and you need a card to do so. And that the internet doesn't just start, you need to sign on. Only a month away and I totally forget what living here is like: the smell, the feel, the food, the feeling...I hate it. I can't wait to leave this dorm in four months and get my own place. I despise these dorms. I didn't get a new roommate so the room seems so half empty. My old roommate, Aly, left an awful lot of crap here.
I think I'm going to go make tea. Some things don't change place to place and tea is one of those things. It makes me autohappy, as Emily says.
Love,
D

Yes, sometimes you have to do things that could potentially be stupid. But they must be done, and then you put one some fucking pants and deal with whatever results. It's easy to say. I can do it.
Love,
Adora

I think I want to live in the big rock candy mountains. I'd never have to change my socks and I could get drunk on the streams. Sweet life. Oh man, and hens laying soft-boiled eggs. No fear of salmonella! Awesome! Although I'd think paddling around in a lake of stew would be kind of unsanitary if you wanted to eat the stew, which I would assume you would want to. I mean, why else would there be a lake of stew?
So all the exciting stuff is pretty much done, and I'm here in Connecticut with nothing to look foward to until the summer. And even then...oh, who knows. All I know is I really miss my friends a lot. It sucks being stuck here all day, even with all the writing and painting and reading and watching of TV. I prefer some human contact and some opportunities to go places and visit said humans. It's really hard going cold turkey, when you're totally free to do anything you fucking want for a full week, and visit at least a handful of people a day, then go home and chill with another friend every night. And you go from that to absolutely nothing, and your friends are pretty much too busy to return calls or emails, and it's depressing when all of a sudden your best friend is VH1. Ugh. Maybe it's time for me to go back to college. At least I can walk places (even if it is unmercifully, brutally, cry-inducingly, death-beggingly, miserably, horridly, shittily, cold) and there are always people around around. Even if I don't really want to see them, at all, they're there, and that's what matters. I guess. I miss my friends.
Love,
Adora

...I cut the SHIT out of my left index finger, and it hurts to type. I was putting a picture into a picture frame and it wasn't fitting properly, so rather than take it out and adjust it like I should have, I stuck my finger down in between the padding and the frame and cut myself wicked bad, and it hurts like a motherfucker. And it hurts to type. But I am anyway.
It's almost 7 AM here, and the sunrise is gorges. I can see it through the buildings, the bottom is this intense orange and it gets pink as it goes higher. It's really awesome. Oh yes, and WHY exactly am I awake at 7 AM? I haven't been awake this early (not counting all nighters) since high school. I've been really sick lately and I'm always tired. I took a four hour nap yesterday and I still crashed at 9 PM. And now I'm awake. I am currently admiring the fucking AMAZING fort my roommate and I built. Oh my god, it is just so amazing. We raised both our beds and put the matresses underneath, then used the tops of the bed as walls of our forts by hanging blankets over the sides. Then we stretched sheets overhead to the other side of the room, propped up with our drying rack in the middle, and anchored the sheets on the opposite wall with books. It is just the best fort ever. We are the envy of everyone on the fifth floor. I am going to be sad when we take it down. Which we have to, since my roommate is moving out this week and my now roommate is moving in some time over break. And as much as I would like to test them by leaving up the fort, I won't. Man, that'd be hilarious, though. I'd leave a note, and it would look like this:
Dear roommate,
Do you like my fort? I lke my fort. I liek to pretend it is a submarine, and I am the submarine scientists daughter that gets kidnapped by the submarine scientist's enemy. But you can pretend it's anything you want. See you later!
Love,
Dorie
You have to read it in a retard voice to get the full effect.
I have two finals today and a paper due, which I have not looked at in a month. See yall! I'm coming home in three days AND I'll be in RI in two weeks and to days! WOOOO!

I really hate to rip on an obviously low-budget made-for-TV movie with little or no resourc...wait, I don't hate it, I love it. Never mind. The live action version of Year Without a Santa Clause is absolutely no exception, in fact, it may be the worst TV movie I've ever had the misfortune of watching the first half of (really, I couldn't finish it). I mean, it's directed by Ron fucking Underwood, who is responsible for the travesty known as The Adventures of Pluto Nash, not to mention City Slickers, In the Mix, and Mighty Joe Young. His name is among the ranks of Michael Bay and Uwe Bolle, he is just that bad. And this movie is just awful. The editing is TERRIBLE and it looks like it was acted by a freshman high school Drama I class. Considering who's in it, it's a shame. John Goodman, Delta Burke, Carol Kane, Chris Kattan, Eddie Griffin, even Harvey Firestein and Michael McKean as the Heat and Snow miser, respectively, who are pretty much the best of the lot. Out of the $18 budget, at least $6 must have gone to their makeup. Another $3 must have gone to the scantily-clad women who play their backup dancers (I'm not kidding). And nothing was spent on Carol Kane's (as Mother Nature) wardrobe, which consists of a suit with twigs and a butterfly in her hair and twigs for fingernails, which really must be a pain to have if you're Mother Nature. But they're not that bad and well-cast, so I won't dwell on that.

The movie is terribly, terribly written by Larry Wilson, best known (ha) for horror or darked-themed films like The Little Vampire, the Addams Family, and the story idea for Beetlejuice, and Tom Martin, the head writer for The Showbiz Show with David Spade, which really says something. They should not be writers, ever. Take away their computers, pens and paper. Why are they allowed to pen stuff like this?Take this exchange for example
Iggy (Mayor's son): I think I can get Vixen out. Some people say I'm known for my silver tongue.
Jangle (without so much as a pause): Cool let me see!
Iggy: IT'S JUST AN EXPRESSION!
Okay, first of all, what ten year old knows the expression "silver tongue"? The last time anyone used that saying my grandma was frenching a navy soldier. So, yesterday. JUST KIDDING! No, a long time ago.

The movie follows the basic plot of the animated film. Jingle and Jangle go to find christmas spirit, get stuck in south town, and their reindeer gets kidnapped while they try to get the mayor's son, Iggy, to believe in Christmas again. Jingle and Jangle try to prove to Iggy they're elves, which is difficult, since they refuse to prove it to him through abusing their ability to manipulate time and space, which they say they can do quite a few times, and which Jingle does once when he flips over Iggy to stop a baseball from hitting him. However, when Vixen gets sent to Animal Control, they seem unable to use their abilities to break through a flimsy cage. Retards. Iggy is sad because his dad is too busy mayoring to be a good dad. His Mom tsks over this, while wearing June Cleaver dresses and heels and pearls and walking two-inch steps. It's like that part of the movie never left the fifties!
Meanwhile Santa is being a douchebag, and his assistant, Sparky the Elf is scheming to take over his job. Also, the Heat and Snow Miser are at war, and shoot shit at eachother while dancing and singing with women in bikinis, who, despite their limited roles, are the worst actresses ever, and have terrible wigs. Despite this, they're pretty good, and by far the best part of the movie. Which isnt saying much, but still. I like Michael McKean in everything. Seriously.

I won't go on much longer, because honestly, I shut the TV off after seeing Iggy's mom. That is when it just became too much for me. Besides employing that stereotype, they also have the preoccupied dad, the nasty dried up bitch teacher, and the drunken Animal Control desk guy, which isn't a stereotype but is still incredibly stupid, because he drinks an entire beer in front of Iggy AFTER finding out he's the mayor's son. Oh, and you know something else? Iggy's silver tongue? Crap. I could convince a fat drunk guy to give me a reindeer without showing me his "Life is 2 short 4 paperwork" Belly tattoo. I am not joking, that really happens in the movie.

I will leave you with the following exhange, or my favorite/least favorite part:
-Jingle the Elf: We have to blend in! (Puts on red and green striped polo with green jacket and a porkpie hat)
Jangle the Elf (played by Eddie Griffin): How can someone from the North Pole be so...UNCOOL? (Rips off Elf outfit to reveal track suit, complete with generic hiphop riff in background)

Love,
Adora

The Wild Rose Random Brutal Love Dreamer (RBLDf)     shmolorful, but unpicked. You are The Wild Rose.     Prone to bouts of cynicism, sarcasm, and thorns, you excite a certain kind of man. Hoping to gather you up, he flirts and winks and asks you out, ultimately professing his love. Then you make him bleed. Why? Because you're the rare, independent, self-sufficient kind of woman who does want love, but not from a weakling.     You don't seem to take yourself too seriously, and that's refreshing. You aren't uptight; you don't over-plan. Romance-wise, sex isn't a top priority--a true relationship would be preferable. For your age, you haven't had a lot of bonafide love experience, though, and this kind of gets to core of the issue. You're very selective. Your exact opposite: The Dirty Little Secret Deliberate Gentle Sex Master     The problem is them, not you, right? You have lofty standards that few measure up to. You're out there all right, but not to be picked up by just anyone. "You're never truly single as long as you have yourself." ALWAYS AVOID: The Bachelor CONSIDER: The Vapor Trail. Link: The 32-Type Dating Test by OkCupid - Free Online Dating.

Sound like me? Yes? No? I think it's close.

I got a little bored, and decided to list the second half of my top played on itunes. I'm going to skip over a few (namely the 8 second tracks on Illinoise that just happen to be played as much as the other songs 'cause they're right after), but for the most part, this is it.

-Fiona Apple, "Not About Love (Version One)"
Not the one on the CD, this version was only released in bootleg and I illegally downloaded it. Trust me, it's waaaay better than the one on the CD. This one is slightly faster and the strings are a lot stronger. It's quirky and cute and amaaazing.

-Sufjan Stevens, "John Wayne Gacy, Jr."
It should be pretty obvious by now what my favorite album is. Illinoise, obviously. This song is heartbreaking, in sound and lyrics, I mean, he could be singing about rainbows and puppies, and it would still be sad, that's how sad the music sounds. I like to listen to this song when it's cloudy and raining. I stand at a window and play the song, and let the rain run down the window and pretend I've just lost a love or something.

-Sufjan Stevens, "Chicago"
You're probably pretty sick of Sufjan songs by now. Well if you are, you obviously haven't heard him enough. Chicago is a beautiful song. I listen to it when I'm sad about being away from home. The refrain ("All things go, all things grow") reminds me that change is inevitable.

-Sufjan Stevens, "Casmir Pulaski Day"
I promise this is the LAST one. I know this list isn't as full of variety as the previous one, but hell, I'm not full of variety. It's Sufjan for me! I could listen to him and Fiona for the rest of my life. And maybe Mirah. Oh, whatever. Anyway, another song for rainy windows, only this one's a little more folksy and the lyrics a little more heartbreaking. I mean, really. So sad. Gah.

-Yeah Yeah Yeahs, "Y Control"
Another workout song. It reminds me of when Rand and I were driving to prom, and I was explaining to him how the last three songs on Fever to Tell were different movie ending fade out songs. See, "Maps" is the uplifting 'I dont need anyone but myself' independence driving off for an adventure ending, wherein the heroine hits the gas and speeds off into the southwestern landscape, and we fade out. And "Modern Romance" is the bittersweet end to a romance film, where the lovers decide they don't belong together, and walk off in different directions after giving each other wry smiles. They both go around the block and look up into the rainy night sky and cry a little, and then you fade out at the 1:39 mark. Finally "Y Control" is the end song for the buddy road film, wherein the protagonists smile at each other in the car, and they hit the gas and then the camera pulls back to reveal a sweeping landscape of adventure. Yes, I am crazy. And no, I can't explain why a lot of the Yeah Yeah Yeah songs make me think of people driving cars.

-Ben Folds, "Bitches Aint Shit"
A hilarious cover that totally rips emo a new one, in a way. From the overdramatic wind blowing sound in the beginning, you know it's going to be funny. And the way the whole song pretends to take itself so seriously but is singing about fucking hos and all that. Classic. This will always be a favorite of mine.

-Regina Spektor, "Fidelity"
A relative newcomer, this bitch is amazing, like a hybrid of Mirah and Fiona, which is like nachos with cheese and then dipped in, like sushi or something. Just really, really awesome. And this song is cute, with the plucking strings and her lilting voice, it's quite nice.

-The Shins, "So Says I"
Andrea and I cut a crappy music video to this song in Advanced Videography senior year, and I even then didn't get sick of it. The key seems strange but unusually awesome to me, and I like the tempo. Plus, I really like the vocals. Nice voice and harmony.

-The Who, "Pinball Wizard"
I work out a lot to this song, which is why it's higher on the list. But despite that it's still fucking awesome. Tommy is a fucked up movie, but a lot of the songs I will always carry with me in my heart. This song is the type of song that you actually sing the guitar as much as the words, and you sound like an asshole, but it's like, who cares? I'm gonna do it! "nuh-nuh nuh nuh nuhNAH!!! nuh-nuh nuh nuh nuhNAH!!!"

-Aimee Mann, "Going Through the Motions"
Another workout song. The Forgotten Arm, which is the album this is from, is an awesome album, because it actually tells a story about a washed up boxer who meets a girl at a carnival. Like, the whole album tells their story. This song is a standout for me personally because I love the tune and tempo. Plus Aimee has a gorges voice. Love her!

- The Cardigans, "Carnival"
This is actually from the Austin Powers soundtrack. You'd prob recognize their big song, you know the one, "Love me love me! SAY that you love me!" which is also good. I just really like this song more for some reason. I love the female vocalist (whose name I admittedly don't know) and the whole song has kind of a retro lounge feel (which is prob why it was in the movie). I also for some reason like songs that trick you into thinking they're ending but then they build back up. Awesome.

-Coralie Clement, "La Mer Opale"
Yes, I have a weakness for French Music. Don't ask me why. I feel very worldly when I listen to it, plus it's pretty easy to fake sing along to. This song is cute, the guitar is very rhythmic, and the singer sounds very innocent while also probably wanting to bang whoever she's singing about. When I sing along with her, I think about that, too. It's fun! This is my favorite song on the Putamayo French Cafe CD. I listened to it a LOT this summer while driving to CTC rehersals, so I think for the rest of my life when I listen to this song I'm going to think of driving this one little stretch of road and fake singing this song. I love when a song does that.

And one more, I swear...

-"What's This?" from the Nightmare Before Christmas Soundtrack
Does it really need an explanation? This is one of the only songs that I guess could be classified as a Christmas song that I can tolerate. I love this movie and I'm not going to lie, I totally saw it in 3D and it kicked ass.

Ok, I'm done foisting my musical opinions upon you. Now you comment and tell me your top played itunes song.

The best songs ever, aka my top plays on itunes, and why you should download/buy/find them IMMEDIATELY, aka POST HASTE:

-Fiona Apple, "Extraordinary Machine"
Fiona Apple has one of the most gorgeous voices of all time, and she's singing a song that is so original with its clarinets and everything. This is my #1 song on itunes and deservedly so. Go find it right now. NOW.

-Yeah Yeah Yeahs, "Honeybear"
I find myself doing a retarded version of the robot to this song and then jumping around like an idiot. It's good 'cause it's the kind of song that makes you want to be a rocker chick. I will say however the orgasm sounds are severely lacking on this whole album, including this song. Come on, Karen O, I want the orgasm sounds! I miss them!

-Fiona Apple, "Waltz (Better than Fine)
Ohhhh, the piano, the beat, the building of the song...SOOOOO GOOOOOODDDDD. I see this as the "fade out" song to a quirky romance film, where the main love interests start dancing in the middle of a city park, and the grass is really bright green and the flowers are almost day-glo. I feel that red umbrellas would be involved too somehow. And then fade out.

-Ben Folds Five, "One Angry Dwarf and 200 Solemn faces"
The first Ben Folds song I ever heard, also one of the best, and an awesome song to elliptical to. I usually burn about 50-75 calories to this song, no lie. Also, it's amazing, because that's just Ben Folds.

-Mirah, "Cold Cold Water"
If I made a music video for this song, it would include the following: Mirah riding a horse in slow motion with a cowboy; a scene in a gothic castle with candles as the only light source and a chick is wandering around in a fluffy dress ala Phantom of the Opera; a heaven-like scene where angels are playing harps, a scene of an epic string orchestra, and, if I'm feeling particularly awesome, some robots and lasers for good measure. That is how awesome this song is; it's the musical equivalent of lasers, ninjas, cinnamon and gold.

-Animal Collective, "Grass"
You think it's going to go one way but it goes another and at first you're like "What the hell!?!" I really didn't like this song at first, but it fucking grows on you man. This I could see as the opening song for a film where the camera sweeps really really fast over hills and forests, and then pulls back and there's like miles and miles of gorgeous hills covered in green trees like they have in upstate New York. It's just a very epic, glorious song, and kind of a good headbanger, too.

-Mirah, "The Garden"
What can I say? I love this woman. She's hot. And her voice is totally kick ass. And this song is fucking badass. I like any song with a xylophone and this is no exception. The percussion is amazing.

-Sufjan Stevens, "Come on! Feel the Illinoise!"
I'm wondering why this is actually a little low on my list. First of all, it's catchy, and the tune is awesome, and it just makes you want to go to Illinois. AND Sufjan mentions MY school in it. So why would I not love this song? It's amazing.

-Mates of State, "Think Long"
If Grass is the upstate New York opening credits sequence song, then Think Long is the city opening credits song. I could so see this gem playing while we see nocturnal aerial views of maybe New York City or even Chicago, sweeping over the sparkling skyscrapers. Then cut to someone in a small loft, alone, maybe eating ramen and watching TV, needing something more in their life. Alternate these two images, and you get some kickass symbolism ala Sergei Eisenstein (some dead guy who thought of the juxtaposing images to create symbolism concept back in the teens). The point: this song is beautiful. Songs that effectively layer different insturments and tunes and voices just are so amazing.

-Rilo Kiley, "A Better Son/Daughter"
I love songs that build. This song starts out so soft you're not sure if it actually has started, then builds with Jenny Lewis's soft voice, adding light guitar and, weirdly enough, a rat-a-tat-tat style drum. Then all of a sudden it just burts and swells and...oh, it's just amazing, go find it.

-M.I.A., "Galang"
MIA is an awesome female rapper from Sri Lanka. Her songs are catchy and political. Galang is one of my favorites; you've probably heard it, I think it's played on a...Hundai?...car commercial, it's an animation of a car jumping from building top to building top. Amazing song and a great beat.

-The Knife, "Heartbeats"
Most of The Knife's stuff is pretty fucked up. They are, after all, a Swedish Europop bad which is like the definition of weird. All things considered, although it's primarily techno, the lead singer's vocals are quite beautiful and it's an intense song. It's really nice especially considering the band has a minute-long track on the same album that's a deep voice saying, "I keep my dick hangin out of my pants/so I can point out what I want".

-Romanyi Rota, "Korkore Zav Andi Kalyi Rati"
Yeah, I know. But gypsy music kicks ass and I love the limping European beats. See also Mirah's Light the Match.

There is more. I am lazy though and want nachos.

Love,
Adora

So, today I got all excited, 'cause it looked like they were re-releasing all of the James Bond movies on DVD in this fancy Ultimate Collection that was sure to warm my cold heart.
But of course, as usual, they had to fuck it up.
I mean, yes, I want a special edition of Thunderball. That totally kicks ass. But do I REALLY want to spend $60 to buy Thunderball with The Man With the Golden Gun? Really. And they don't sell them in singles.
You know how like when you buy a pack of scrunchies or headbands and there's one REALLY good one that's like red polka dot or something, and then all the rest are like white and plain red and other boring ones? It's like that. They put a few good James Bond movies with crap ones just so you HAVE to buy the crap ones too.
I mean, the combinations are COMPLETELY random. Why can't they at least put them chronologically? Assholes.
Whatevs. Not like I have any money anyway.
Love,
Adora

Oh baby jesus.

Don't you hate it when you have that making-out dream with a guy that you only find slightly marginally attractive, because while he may have a fun personality or whatever there's something about him that's just grossly fucked up (in my personal case, he smokes, so his teeth are NAST), but the dream is super awesome, and you wake up and you're like, 'well, maybe he's not so bad, because if our mysterious tyrst is any measure of how he truly is, than he's a good kiss...FUCK! IT WAS A FUCKING DREAM!"

And now, when you see him, things are going to be awky-mcstalky. You are going to sit there next to him in development and pre-production, and be like, whoa, I can't believe we made out, this is awkward...wait, we made out in my stupid dream, and he has no idea, so things shouldn't be awkward. But I am still making them awkward, because I'm an idiot.

He really isn't even that attractive outside his magnetic personality. He's like a disturbing hybrid of Seth Green and Logan from Veronica Mars. And I was and am in no way interested in him. But MAN, was that dream the SHIT. There is no way I'm going to be able to act normal around him anymore, I don't care if it was just a dream. Fucking a, stupid dreams. They fuck everything up, goddamnit. Especially because it was also a really exciting dream in which he and I (among other random people) were hiding from a crazed sniper in an office building, and using our wits alone, we escaped. And then made out. And it was AWESOOMMMEEEE. But still...not cool, dreams.



...but, he's also a bartender. Maybe he could hit me up for free drinks. I'm totally cool with that.

Love
Dorie

Nanowrimo is HARD, damnit. I don't think i'm going to make 50k. I've gotten to the point where I've resorted to putting in wikipedia entries to explain certain things in people's lives. Is that cheating? Whatev, it's not like I am going to make it, anyway, Besides, Queen Anne's Lace is very symbolic. It deserves to have a good explanation in my novel.

Adora J.

I am sooooooo goddamn sick. And it's the kind of sick that is totally exclusive to college, where, like, it's just a combination of stress, exhaustion (in my case, not from partying, but from trying so sleep but not being able to, thank you drunk assholes in the hallway), homesickness, and cafeteria food, which is just absolutely terrible. Seriously, it is the worst. At first, we were all like, "WOW! Look at all the choices!" but the thing is, all of those choices are secretly all of the same, because I think these cafeteria people just use, like, four ingredients for everything, because IT ALL TASTES THE SAME. I would be okay with it if it were good tasting, but no. It's not. I hate the cafeteria food, and I blame it for my lack of flex dollars.
I cannot fucking WAIT for winter vacation. I really, really, REALLY just want some of my mom's homemade baked burritos with that green sauce. Ohhh, man, I can't WAIT to get my hands on some of those.
I can't even get up to go downstairs and get some water. It's way too much effort and I would have to put on a bra. I have never been in public without a bra.
Ugh, god, I wish I would get better. I feel like only baked burritos with green sauce will REALLY cure me.
Love,
Adora

Dear Chicago Weather,
You need to make up your goddamned mind. I know, you're known for being brutally cold, like, mercilessly cold, like, 30 degrees out with 25MPH winds every damn day cold, and I am totally okay with that. You know? I can accept it. I can accept your damn brutal lake winds because I love Chicago so much, and living near the Cloud Gate Sculpture is worth the cold winds. But COME ON. 61 fucking degrees on Wednesday? First, it's 70 degrees last Monday, and I was like, enjoy it Dorie, for it will be your last. But please, stop with the dangling of the nice days in front of my face, as if to say, "This is what it is NOT going to be like for FIVE MONTHS!!! HAHAHAAHAHAH!!!", because really, nothing makes things colder like a day of beautiful, wonderful, amazing warmth. I hate you, Chicago weather, we are so in a fight right now.
NotLove,
Adora