| I know that someday this could really change, but is it weird that I really miss my jury duty morning? Or is it the weirdest?
Being on a case would be somewhat a pain, but just hanging out with music and a book? That's basically all I want out of life. | comments: Leave a comment   |
| I am not going to pretend I am not excited to the max about Skins series 4. Like, I'd be a big big liar and much prefer to instead be a big big loser.
But, wow, I am sooo excited after seeing the "first proper look at Skins 4." Ahhh, I want it now.
I am so excited. I started watching it because I had read about it on different sites that were like, whoa now, hold back, gay people are like, real people on your show? But all of the other characters make it. I can't even pick a favorite.
So far, I been indirectly involved in causing at least 6 or 7 other people to become major fans. Considering I didn't know anyone watching it before...I think that is an accomplishment.
This promo has me so pumped. There is a youtube version that I could embed but the quality was way lower so I guess I'll just put the e4 one here.
I wish there were more than 8 episodes for series 4. 18 episodes in total with this cast? Criminal.
http://www.e4.com/video/bsT92GRq7Lu6v6G5QKRjl1/play.e4 | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| I have a confession. For a brief period of time, between the late 80's and mid-90's, I was a princess. Yes, a real live princess. I don't know the beginning and end dates of my reign, only that it had to have ended post 1993 as somehow my sister surpassed me and became "queenie" because she was an exceptionally bossy toddler. My father, presumably the King, was the assigner of roles.
But I wasn't your average princess. I eschewed royal gowns for more princely attire. You know, like cowboy boots, strange fringe shirts, and purple jeans. Or, something to better relate the commoners like, you know, black high-tops, mesh shorts, and a B.U.M. Equipment sweatshirt.
Even still, I did not fit in well with the princes. I wasn't Jasmine, but I sure as hell wasn't Aladin. Prince Charming was a little bit too formal for me but I did appreciate his swagger.
For reasons I do not recall, I always found Eric from The Little Mermaid to be a bit of a pansy. Plus, a frickin' mermaid? What is that shit?
I didn't like my girls comatose or to have step-mothers who wanted them dead (too much baggage for the pre-subtraction set). So, Disney didn't have much for me to look up to.
People gave me books. I could read young and really enjoyed it. Once everyone else could read, it sort of lost its novelty. People kept giving me books though and occasionally I would leaf through. Nancy Drew could be sort of badass. I mean, solving crimes is kind of sick. Maybe I'm misremembering, but I always remember thinking that Dr. Seuss was a hack.
The Baby-Sitters Club did interest me to a certain extent. This was a series about young people working to make money. As a young Republican and Capitalist, I could appreciate this endeavor. At this very same time I also had another book about how kids could make or most properly use their money. The thoughts of having bonds and certificates of deposits interested me much more than an extensive matchbox collection. And, contrary to what my whole family seemed to think, a matchbox collection interested me a great deal more than an extensive barbie collection. I locked those in a trunk.
I was also interested in the fact that these enterprising youths were teenagers. I appreciated this for the fact that teenagers were the link between my pathetic youth and my goal of adulthood. I thought that if perhaps I could earn money as they did, by the time I was 25 I could have a nice start at retirement savings.
Looking at these characters left much to be desired. How could I relate? I wasn't into art, candy addicted, or Asian like Claudia. I didn't care about dating boys, hated New York, and most certainly didn't have diabetes. Stacey out of the picture. Going down the list, none were really much like me. Okay, so I was sensitive like Mary Anne, but really? Could that be my one and only characteristic shared with a large cast of seemingly diverse characters?
There was one though. I couldn't see how we were at all similar...but there was something. I couldn't put my finger on it. I didn't care about softball. I didn't think it was appropriate to misspell the word "crushers" just to make your team name be a weak attempt at alliteration. But I could see myself being president of a club based on taking care of kids AND making money. Also, it did make next to no sense to me that she would be into that Bart dude. Looking back now, it is clear to me that Kristy Thomas of The Baby-Sitters Club was a total dyke.
So, thank you, media of my childhood. You left me to watch the 5 o'clock news. I guess it was better than mind rot, but jesus, next time, leave Bart's Bashers out of this. Also, don't name characters whose surnames aren't "Simpson," Bart.
Oh, and lest I forget, screw you, Disney Princesses. Way to go, giving us all a bad name. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| I might find out tomorrow if my mum gets to live or die. I wish that were a much more melodramatic way to say it than necessary but it's really not. It's just sort of a fact. We have this meeting and we have to defend her to this liver team. I can't tell when I'm sad most of the time unless I randomly start tearing up or think I might vomit. I'm on my bathroom floor right now, just in case. Posted via LiveJournal.app. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| My father was born 19 days after the Civil Rights Act of 1964 was signed by President Lyndon B. Johnson. If he were alive, he would be 45 years old. He was born into a country in the throes of racial tension and political backlash.
My father was alive when the Goodridge V. Department of Public Health decision came down. Even in all of my excitement, neither of us never really thought that Massachusetts would have gay marriage. I assumed it would come to a vote and that would be the last of the matter.
My father was dead by the time marriages actually began in May of 2004. I think about this because I can’t believe how far this country came in his 39 years. We came from separate fountains to same-sex marriages over the course of one very short lifetime. I think of what my father would say if I told him about last night. Maine’s recognition of same-sex marriage was lost by a few percentage points. He wouldn’t have believed it.
Had marriage equality gone to a public vote in Massachusetts, we would have lost. We went to our protests, came out to our families, and called our elected officials. Somehow, lucky for us, it worked out in our favor. Because of this, we were able to celebrate five years of gay marriage this past May. Had we voted, the vote wouldn’t have been so narrow. We would have lost.
It is amazing how the hearts and minds of our friends and families have changed over the course of the last six years. A defeat by so seemingly little would have been seen as a major victory. In a way, it still should be.
We’re getting there. If we rally and fight for it, we will get it. We won’t passively wait to be given our rights. Instead, we will take them. We haven’t lost Maine, just learned how many more people we need to win it. We will bring equality to Augusta. And we won't stop there. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Oh my god. I just found this and am so proud of Mikey. This is him making fun of Asher Roth. That party last night was awfully crappy. College.
College.
Drinking.
At college. I know for you it wont be that funny, but I can hear him saying that and it makes my day. I love finding little things from him because he is so inside of himself. Mike has been talking a lot more, but he still has his own little world. We'll see if he lets us in at some point. Posted via LiveJournal.app. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | You look like a bear! You look like a pimp! You look like a bear pimp! You look like Little Bear grew up and BECAME a pimp! | | comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment |
| Dominique Saulnier
SocialInterview.com asked me "How did you become friends with Jacko Saulnier?"
I answered: "Well my mom popped me out and my sister was like little sister hello! and I responded HOLLA!" | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| True or False:
I ordered a router online with 3-5 day shipping and it arrived 30 hours later.
True
My sister set up wireless internet without me to help her.
True!!! | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| There are days when everything works. You wake up a little early and feel totally rested. You don't hit traffic. You don't spill your coffee. You beat your boss to work.
And then there are days when you mumble obscenities at squirrels, you're late to work, and your mother gets her foot run over.
The foot thing is really going to suck, but for right now, I'm feeling alright. Confused and concerned, but definitely not crying at this point or anything.
I don't need everything to be perfect and I don't need to be totally great at everything I do. In the end, I just want to be content and comfortable. I'd like to smile with kind people. It could be nice to someday be, well, gay again.
I never want to be 103 pounds. I never want to be bitten by a squirrel. I never want to be stranded on an island or like...in a tree infested backyard.
I never want to really hate people. I never want to have my head smashed through a tv. I never want to have my foot run over.
I never want to have nerve damage. I never want to be in one of those crappy couch commercials. I hope to never to battle a giant spider.
I would very much like to get fewer paper cuts. I would like to be better at cleaning. I would like to sleep well and do well. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| I hate when my knees don't want to work and when I stand up it's sort of by the grace of god that I don't collapse. So I'm like, hey, guys remember me? We used to hang out. And they are like, hey, fuck face, we're in a fight.
So I'm like, what? I didn't do anything to you! And they are like, um, did you have to jump around so much as a kid?
And then I'm just like...pffffft. Everyone jumps around as a kid!
So we fight for a while and then my hips are like, whoa, whoa, what's all the noise?! So I apologize, of course, and explain that the knees are being rude. The knees explain their side of the story.
My hips are like, wow, so that's why sometimes I have to work extra hard. That's because you're fighting with your knees? And I'm like...well...it's not my fault...
My knees and hips form a pact and send out the message to the brain. The brain reads it and sends the telegram out to my elbows and wrists before sending the pain to my knees and hips.
My wrists and elbows start cracking and aching. Writing is problematic and I can't lift things well. As I struggle to carry my belongings, I drop them and then fall over.
All because I've got an attitude problem. Gosh. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | The steam off the streets looked like souls ascending. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Domi comes in swinging something that looks painful.
Me: What's that?
Domi: A poooooole.
Me: From what?
Domi: The wiiiiiindow.
Me: Put it back.
Domi: Okaaaaaay. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Um...I just bought three pairs of the same sock...in three different colors.
  
I already have the ones in black and white...I love them so much.
Ugh, why do other good socks have to cost so much? I just nearly blew $60 on socks.
http://www.sockdreams.com/_shop/pages/product_detail_ProductID_1012.php
http://www.sockdreams.com/_shop/pages/socks_detail_ProductID_1199.php
http://www.sockdreams.com/_shop/pages/socks_detail_ProductID_923.php
http://www.sockdreams.com/_shop/pages/socks_detail_ProductID_916.php
So much pretty!
Edit: That sort of sounded like I said the total for those three socks was $60...noooo. They were $15 all together. I almost bought a bunch of those other socks listed though.
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| | I'm in such a tired blur that nothing seems totally real. My eyes don't feel like they are opening (but they are). Oh please, Mr. Energy Drink, take me away! | | comments: Leave a comment |
| It's raining. Domi and I just ran outside and got soaked. Well, I got soaked. She has just straightened her hair so she had an umbrella.
I don't even want to change yet. This is one of the last good rains before it starts getting too cold. I am so happy. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| D: Look up the menu. JESUS!
J: I did look up the menu.
D: Well you didn't tell me. JESUS!
J: I just wanted to read you a poem.
D: God dammit, Jacqueline!
J: Whoa! I'm Jesus AND God dammit? Holy shit!!!
*Domi and I both realize what's been said*
*both fall over*
Fin
Edit:
J:I'm gonna hit you in the face with a....jig saw puzzle.
D: Did you just call me a dick saw puzzle?
...The Texas Dicksaw Massacre... | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
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