1/5-1/12

Julie King, Tutti Frutti, Writer's Block, Ceramic Plates, Finals, Chiropracters, Typos, Retreats, LOTR, Amber Godwin, Los Campesinos!, Vlogs, Semesters, College, Honesty, Chinese Subtitles, Spaghetti, Fletcher, The Beach Boys, Goodwill, Beethoven

Okay Julie King.
I've quit being a lazy person and am actually writing my blog (to make up for my past SIX SEVEN days of absence). Life has gotten in the way and then it punched me in the face or something ridiculous like that, so I've been sitting here trying to think of what to blog about.

As you can tell from above, in true lazy-person fashion, I defected to a mere 'train-of-thought' kind of thing. Oh, isn't it funny the things that matter to me right now?

Julie King, you most certainly matter to me.
PS: I would like to borrow that book Blue Like Jazz please.
Thank you.
PSS: slumberparty.
PSSS: 'MMMM. Just MMMM.'

Okay, so Tutti Frutti - I hear this is delicious, but the concept alludes me: if someone could explain, please comment below.

I am having the most horrible writer's block. Ican'twriteanythignagalsjdhfa;lsdkjf;aksdfj;akdjf. It is all so terrible. I'm supposed to be trying to crank out a FANFICTION HERE PEOPLE. This complete lack of inspiration is killing me and I am about to break my fingers everytime I approach a keyboard and attempt to write something substantial.
I've also come to the basic conclusion that I can't write about myself because of the following reasons:
- I will romanticize my life to the point that it is no longer about me.
- I can't continue much because I always end up thinking about my future and how ridiculous it is to catalogue a series of events that, at the moment, hold no real significance. I think when I'm 100 I'll be able to look back and write a memoir about my life. My Voice teacher says I have 'plenty of material' already, but really, not that much. What's the significance of my life at present if I haven't had a future of comparison yet? I still want to actually write, so maybe I'll wait until I'm forty - that seems like enough 'futury goodness'.
WHO KNOWS.
VOODOO, WHO DO, YOU DO? WHAT? REMIND ME OF THE BABE.
Dance Magic Dance
Okay, I'll stop now. No SEX GODS IN OBSCENELY TIGHT TROUSERS BOWIE IN THE MIDDLE OF YOUR THOUGHTS HANNAH.
- It would look like ^

So my dad has all his pretty ceramic plates sitting on the counter by our front door. It feels like such a shame we never used them very much.

I guess it was only for 'important occasions' or special things, but to me more like plates wasted.
I think we should have had more 'important occasions' to use those plates.
Or just used them at all.

Finals are lame. I have devoured them. Choir Finals? HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA.
Oh that's funny.
They are so useless.
"Raise your hand?" - Matt Matt and I raise our hands.

OKAY, random thought: WHAT THE HECK IS WITH ALL THE PEOPLE WHO CONGREGATE IN FRONT OF DOORS? this week I have obnoxiously yelled on three seperate occasions at these idiots. One couple was 'canoodling'.

I told them that was completely inapropro and they should take that somewhere else, namely NOT WHERE I AM TRYING TO WALK MORONS IDIOTS STUPID HOES, PLEBES.

I watched a video on youtube where a chiropracter totally patted the assistants butt and a comment said: "Doctor So-n-So get's the ladies." Hilarity ensued. I left that video quite convinced that I could do what the chiropracter did on my own. Idiocy ensued.

Note to Self - You can't do what a chiropracter can do because you are not a chiropracter, comma, dumbass. Success in looking like a complete retard as I used a couch to somehow emulate this? Check.

Typo: Their is a retreat this weekend. I am excite.

OKAY, so had a beautiful conversation (well, two - ) with my eternal rolemodel and surrogate big sister type person, Mrs. Godwin; she just popped out a child who is beautiful and I have not oggled him yet, but I hear he is pretty legitimate (literally, metaphorically HURRHURR. I'm John Frakes punny).

OH GOD I AM LISTENING TO WAAAAY TOO MUCH JAPANESE POP. It makes me go everywhere as the music changes.

Okay, so back to Mrs. G - we got on the subject of LOTR (after our first conversation which entailed me 'going to the library' but really going to her classroom so I could kind of spill my guts about my life and ask for some advice, which I got and it was beautiful merrrrrrr. (former students will understand)) and she told us how Phillis (her husband, whose real name is just Phil) is addicted to LOTR and how he basically uses the books as a security blanket.

"I have had a horrible day...I'm going to read LOTR."

Because Phil is huge and bald and awesome this is kind of hysterical.

LOTR is pretty hardcore though, soooooooooo yeah. Phil is LOTR and you can too!

I emailed my favorite band, Los Campesinos!, at romanceisboring@gmail.com and they have YET to email me back. I am extremely dissapoint seeing as the band is as close to non-existant as far as fanbase is concerned in the universe world anywhereofactualimportance America, so I was a little like "SOOOO GARETH. HOW BUSY CAN YOU BE?"

Recipe for awesome music experience

Ingredients:

- flash player

- internet connection

- speakers

- youtube

- dexterity for left clicking on links and or buttons.

Safety:

- mind helmet in case of blown brains with,or in the fashion of, mind grenades.

- belt, in the case that pants become removed or 'blown off' in feat of awesomeness.

- shoes, in the case socks are 'rocked off' by lyrical genius

- burn kit in case of face-meltage

Preparation:

- open youtube

- type in 'You, Me, Dancing - Los Campesinos!'

- click on official Music Video.

- go to the bathroom while video buffers

- go about halfway in until you hear hard core guitar slamming build up

- EXPERIENCE.

- buy all three albums

- pledge soul to Los Campesinos!, because you are now sold and must bow to their supremacy in musical formulations.

- compare all other music to LC! and find shortcomings.

- blog about LC! and recruit followers
- go on forums and call non-believers Hitler. (this one is for John. "...harpo")

- email them.

- be dissapoint.

DELICIOUS. MMM. ENJOY THAT. YES.

THEY ARE BRITISH. THIS MEANS THEY CURSE A LOT. BE AWARE. IT IS BEAUTIFUL CURSING, and in my opinion - life has curse words in it. Just like their songs have sex in it. Because life has sex just like life has puppies and rainbows too. HOWEVER IT IS NOT LIKE SOME TRASHY SONGS I KNOW. It's just reality at its best, with all the grit and poop and beautifulness to it. Romance Is Boring is by far their best album, so I encourage you to look it up before 'We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed'. Their first album is also great - very light-hearted by comparison because they were younger.

Also, all that is just based on my opinion, but a lot of people I've told them about have really enjoyed them. They are unlike anything you've heard before, trust me.

I still have this unnatural urge to video-blog even though my life is ridiculously normal. Ijustsometimesfeellikeshowingbetterthantelling.

HELLO FLIPCAM? Still do has want now plz.

Just seems more honest. maybe when college comes I'll have something more interesting to share.

Chinese subtitles are great - especially when you're watching a japanese drama and the subtitles in english are just like, google translated from the chinese ones.
"It's a unbreathing contest!" (holding your breath contest?)

"swore!" = sword?

Ohhhhhhhbama CHINA. YOU SO SHIRRY.

So, song of the week is definately "God Only Knows" By the Beach Boys. The story behind it that I read (not of the actual song, but a story I read that had the song featured) makes me want to cry everytime I hear it. It's addicting and wonderful and sweet and really simple, which is great, so go look it up because normally I HATE the Beach Boys.

QOTW:

Me: It's by the Beach Boys.

Sam: those guys are like the pedophiles of the singing world.

Me: Why?
Sam: They were on Full House that one time and they were all wearing hawaiian shirts and looking creepy.

Me: I totally remember that.

Somehow, I was convinced of this as soon as he said it. It's...kind of true...maybe? lol.

Finally, I went to Goodwill with some friends and my mom and it was fabulous, because as always I found something fantastic to bring home. Two CDS - one of Dvorjak and the other of Liszt, both for under two dollars. Great condition and awesome songs. Normally that would cost at least seven bucks a pop. WOOO! They sound awesome and the Liszt album came with these two really cool inserts - one of which being a timeline. He performed for Beethoven in Vienna when he was 12 years old.

Beethoven was so moved he got up and kissed Liszt on the forehead for the performance.
How sick is that?

I wish I had been there in history, to see that moment. Was he so moved in the way that he was excited, or was it that he couldn't find words to express himself? Maybe Beethoven considered Liszt, for that brief moment, something of a son if he had ever had one - or something like that.

It was kind of incredible to read.

A kiss from Beethoven.

I think I'd like to see that - the emotion behind that action may well have moved others.

Pictures of the WEEK:

1-5-2011
 I think if I can have this mentality everything will be alright. I will toss my fears like birds with broken wings and watch them fly up and out of sight, healthy and able to fend for themselves again.

 1-6-2011
"Flower of Sudan"
I wonder if she knows how precious she is, how GOD considers her more than a flower or the birds, that and yet they have no worries. Does she know not to worry because God sees her, alone in the desert, a precious thing?

 1-7-2011
Many are they increased that trouble me, many are they that rise up against me.
Thou, Oh Lord, are a shield for me.

 1-8-2011
"The Dress"

 1-9-2011
Young Justice.
mynewobsessionohmygodilovethiscrap
Watched the 'new episode'.
Just the pilot.
Died.
Inside.
Two weeks till 'new episode'.
*dies again*

 1-10-2011
"Hugs and Butterfly Kisses, Draco~ <3"

 1-11-2011
I love them. So, so, so, so, sooooo much.
<3<3<3
I want to have Howard's wardrobe, kthnxbai.

1-12-2011
I've been 'there' HOW MANY TIMES?
Oh, too many. Too many.