2005. BEST. YEAR. EVER.
All the good things that Happened in O5.


1. So like, Classes.
I came back from a blissful, Gilmore Girls filled break to find that, all of my classes had been switched. I was in complete and utter shock. But soon, I grew to love my lack of a friendly environment. It wasn't as if people were mean, anyway.. they were just never people that I hung out with. I had a friend in 2 of my classes. But the new people allowed me to branch outwards and actually know about people besides my own friends who kind of had their heads stuck in their own clouds.
I made sort of friends.. or at least peace, with a lot of people.. and realized that they weren't half bad.

2. The Musical Renaissance
I guess it came around the New Year. That year's New Year was actually a good one for resolutions. I made like a million resolutions, a lot of which, I didn't keep, but those that I did, were the best changes I've ever made. Because I changed so much. So after a while.. maybe after I started watching Gilmore Girls and stopped listening to the radio, I realized that the music that I'd been listening to, didn't do much for me at all. It didn't make me happy or lighten my mood. But I knew that there was music that I knew that kept me happy... for example, I liked Rooney, Queen, The Beatles, Franz Ferdinand, Bright Eyes, the Shins, Jamie Cullum, the Strokes and random bands I had heard and loved, even though they weren't exactly mainstream... but that year, I figured, to hell with the mainstream... I wanted to find the music that made me happy... and it was easier than I thought... as soon as I came across a lovely internet program called... Limewire... that allowed me to listen to music that I actually like. Finally this year, I was able to locate the music that had been beating underneath my skin, for so many years.

3. Ah, the birth of the bean.
It was this year that I truly became addicted to coffee. See, I was always unable to sleep at night.. I mean, even now, it's like 2:33 AM. I had severe insomnia.. and am still chronically sleep deprived. In 8th grade, this was a problem, considering the fact that being a fully fledged teenager who had to stay up late for these truly dreadful history tests that the best teacher ever set, well, you had to stay up late and study and be exhausted the whole rest of the day, because your test was first period. I used to use Altoids to keep me alive, but this didn't work so well, and I found myself falling ill. Probably near the end of 2004, I began drinking coffee steadily... just to wake up in the morning.. I needed it. But I became dependant on it after I began to use it on days when I didn't get any sleep... or I would binge at night before staying up late...
I guess you could say I hit rock bottom when I was spotted smuggling coffeegrounds to school in a plastic bag and drinking them down with water... my friend Mary kindly confiscated them... but really..
I'd have to say coffee was a good addition, because it allowed me to go without sleep and still be alive... although, now without coffee, I'm pretty much crazy.

4. Oh well, whatever. Nevermind.
Nothing like a good infatuation to screw with your mind in 8th grade... and that's just what I had... it was very painful. But it was a breath of fresh air from being prospect-less all the time prior. It sucked though.

5. So, so you think you can spell...
I fulfilled my destiny in winning the school spelling bee and landing in like 5th or something at the regionals... I seriously learned how much I truly hated spelling, especially out loud. I pretty much threw the regionals... even though I know how to spell gerrymandering. Cuz, um, I never wanted to spell ever again...but, don't tell my parents that.

6. As we go on, we remember..
I would have to say, one of the most sad, yet amazing moments this year was promotion...
In 8th grade, in Verona, they always have this really luxe graduation ceremony that everyone prepares for all year.. Girls talk about and buy their dresses the summer before 8th grade and everyone freaks out over the farewell dance...
well, being the procrastinator that I have the misfortune to be, I didn't buy a dress until the weekend before the Farewell Dance. But I suppose I didn't much care for the dance anyway.
It was nice... it gave me some closure on that infatuation thing... and well, it broke one of my best friends hearts for a good long while. Ah well.
The real event came with promotion... it was so surreal before that.. it seemed like a big joke that I would be leaving Verona.. I would be leaving all the people that I'd grown up with, but I had to realize it.. and I realized that it was for the best, because every change that has happened in my life, has changed it for the better. I was giving a speech at promotion, although, I didn't know what I would say.. it was like, some big deal to me, to tell everyone goodbye.. to see them off, to wish them luck. Promotion is just a big blur to me.. it was amazing.. and strange and filled with.. moments.
Like, when I said my speech, and like, I don't know, people crying.. When I got my "middle school completion certificate". And the whole time, I didn't shed a single tear, I just sat their shaking my leg... shivering in that cold room..
and then..it was over.
And I was just like, standing up... and all my friends rushed over and hugged me... and then Sarah hugged me and cried like, "I'M GONNA MISS YOU SO MUCH"... and I don't know how, but that just... well
I was pretty much waterworks after that. And Sarah started to cry... and Mary started to cry and Cassie cried... and we have all these pictures of all of us with our makeup running everywhere.. and trust me.. i looked disgusting.
Later, me and Sarah went to Coldstone. And then we all went to the Promotion Party thing at the HighSchool and got this big ass group pic of all of us.

7.The District Sleeps Alone Tonight
The summer of memories kicked off on the Washington DC trip, which was sort of a blast, besides the fact that 2 of my friends were told by my father to run interference and not let me drink coffee... a statement which they took all too seriously. It was amazing though, seeing all those monuments with some of my best friends. I totally spent all of the 70 dollars I was given... We got these majorly weird food coupons, that redeemed food, so I always got Indian food, because I missed my home.. Not too much happened other than that.. just a lot of reflection and a lot of giggles.

8. Skies may not always be blue.. but One thing is clear as can be.
It was that time again. That CTM time. Oh yes. It was clear as day that this would be the biggest, bombest, raunchiest CTM ever. This might have possibly been due to the format change from Punk to Classic Rock. Or perhaps because we had a new director by the name of Andy, who had all this new wave "type" stuff going on... or the fact that I was not the only one this year with an ...(drumroll please) iPod.
Or maybe it was because we all knew eachother. Or some kind of bizarre twist in the space time continuum which placed Sierra into my summer life. Well, I guess I always knew that she'd follow me into my new world.
Basically, one of the cool things that happened, was that I, yes, little old Indian loudmouth, me, got a lead role.. which was actually quite nice considering the lines were like 15% en Francais and 100% in a French accent... and I got a song... which is redemption for all the money my parents have spent sending me to drama school all these years.
Plus there was like a new cast of fresh hotties and a very delectable set of new interns (including LorettaMaretta, who me and Allie just always forgot whether her name was either one).
and of course.. there was that little time when we met Rachel Bilson & Zach Braff. And um, yeah, those were totally my pictures that they put in the press release. Thanks for asking.
That show was pretty much lots and lots of fun, with a little bit of drama, a little bit of mischief... tossed in. you know. To keep the egos happy.

9. Let the good times roll.
This was the summer of dreams... the summer of music. the summer of no love whatsoever. The summer of finding our ways around state street... of buying the new harry potter book, the second it came out. Of finishing that Harry Potter book within a day of buying it... and doing water aerobics classes to socialize with old people... of going to State Street every Friday and dreaming about the man at the record store... of taking pictures no end and photoshopping them to make them look pretty. Of staying up late on AIM, and having your friend send you a whole Interpol album, of trying and failing to find a job... of discovering my psychological need for Pink Floyd and starting to play the guitar. Of practicing with my cute faux-band and taking our show on the road, all the way to Green Lake... and paying our groupies in cookies, and stopping at IHOP at 11 pm and making friends with the staff and the guy who sits behind us... of taking a good hard look at the selves we are or used to be... and accepting and being open to change... of being young.. of living... I pretty much had a kick ass summer.

10. And if the answer is no, can I change your mind?
Starting school... was... I have no idea how to describe it.. I guess you could say.. Memorial was an adjustment. A huge one. Like... only now, am I slightly sure of my presence there, and my sense of belonging. When I first got here, it was just .. all very big. And I guess it takes me a long while to orient myself.. shake myself out of my agoraphobia and meeting people. At first, I was like, "HOLY SHIT. IT'S A FUCKING HUMAN STAMPEDE." and then... it just slowed into a sort of depressive state.. not all of us got to fall in love on the first day. I can't say it was easy at all.. it took me like 3 weeks to fully get used to everything, the people, the teachers, the hallways.. and it took me even longer to get used the homework, because my summer was a bit too blissful and Memorial is a bit too big of an adjustment... and so is geometry.
I have to say, I did the first real thing wrong in my life at homecoming... by sneaking in... but I didn't really have a choice.. since I was avoiding being raped. After a while, I began to enjoy my routine and find people I could pretty much stand to talk to... and some forced socializing always helps to make friends... my most instant friends were in my photo class, because we all basically clicked.. and since RJ is basically my hero, I hung out with his friends pretty much everyday at lunch.. and then there's always the DDAF people, and Xiomara and my friend Chris..and the random frosh who I've somehow managed to befriend. Because for me, it's not difficult to make friends, it's just difficult for me to decide whether or not I actually like them.. I'm sort of a drifter in my school... because there isn't a group that I've decided on.. and I like it,because I can hang around with whoever.

11. We'll hang around and say musical grace.
A sidenote.. I went to the Decemberists concert and the Kodos concert. and they pretty much kicked ass.
And also, I got to refriend some of the people I was afraid of losing touch with like Mary and Eba. Thank god.

12.&& i found a fatal flaw in the logic of love
So basically, I was liked by people who didn't like me back and um, I guess now that's over..
and also... I went through a lot of weird crushes/potentials/prospects... and um.. am now.. sadly, in love for the second time in my whole life... and that's basically what I guess is going to kick off my new year... Oh good, lord. So welcome 2006... and may you be even better than 2005.

This is gonna be one of those rare lists where I post it here and not on my list blog.

Things that Bug Me about Guys

-When they talk about their ex. I mean, yeah, I understand that she's a friend of yours still, or whatever, but even if it was insanely funny that when you guys met she thought you were the pizza guy, I really do not want to hear it.

-When they do something sweet, like tell you your beautiful, but then generalize it by saying something like, "This person's beautiful too" or "Most of the girls in our school..."
Way to make me feel special.

-When they say something mean and stupid and unfounded and think they're right.

-When they think that if they have money, they have your heart.

- They get very offended if you're not madly in love with them.

- When they don't call, when they don't EVER call.

-They don't notice haircuts or anything.

- When you're like, "I'm cold" and their dumbasses and say like, "Oh, me too".

-When they never talk about their feelings... not even with other guys. They go, "oh yeah, me too."

-When they don't think you could possibly watch the same television or play the same videogames or listen to the same music as them.

-When they're so clueless and they don't know what to do next... so they don't do anything...

-When they're monosyllabic, or can't think of something to say or just react like, "oh." or "awesome"

-Anytime their like "hahahahahhahahahhaa penis"

............and I can't think of anything else. Because I do like guys.

Things I want in a Guy. Because now I have some perspective.

-They must make a good pillow.

- They should be nice and warm, and smell nice and clean.

-Um, bodily function references to a minimum please.

-THey can't be too emo, I don't want to have to pick up someone's life every 5 minutes.

-They can't be hard as rock either, because, that'll piss me off way more than the emo-ness.

-I need someone with distinct musical taste. And the music should be good.

-Instruments are always good.

-I like it when they have good hair as well. Good comes in many different shapes and forms; from short and curly to long and flippy to jew fro to well, i guess that's it..

-I'd like a guy to have actually opened a book before.

-They have to see beyond their world or themselves. I want him to care about something.

-I like it when you're talking to them and they say something sweet and then they blush.

-I want someone who's a total and complete dork.. Someone who can start talking about something utterly dorky and then notice that they're being a dork and then blush and continue being a dork.

-Dude, I know this is silly, but I want him to get sort of jealous.. just a little bit indignant.. and get all hot around the collar. That's sexy.

-A wicked grin

-I sort of want him to help me study. I would realllly appreciate that.

-I would love it if he was sensible.. like, I would totally want a guy to get really mad at me for doing something stupid like, getting drunk and calling my mother.. not that I would.

-I want him to pay attention to what I'm saying and look at me while I'm talking.

-Yeah if he's not good at making conversation.....

- I want him to be able to cheer me up, but also be able to get mad at me and whip me into shape if I'm being a big baby.

-I'd like it if he could be wicked, but wouldn't.

-I want him to make my parents like him. And not be afraid of my dad.

- I like a cute little guy with values... he has to be kind and courteous and tactful, yet honest.

-But he's got to be a little bit mischievous... and hide it well.

-Basically he has to know how to make someone feel special. And he has to look at me so I feel like he actually cares what I'm saying and as if I'm the only person in the room.

So yeah like, music.

Merry whatever.
Click on the X's. On the Starred ones, just left click and "Save Target As" or "Download Link To Disk"

Franz Ferdinand cover of "What You Waiting For" by Gwen Stefani--- xxxx

A mash of Black Eyed Peas and The Arcade Fire, "Hump My Tunnels"---xxxx

*Bright Eyes cover of "Blue Christmas" by Elvis Presley---xxxx

*Bjork Remix- "It's In Our Hands"(Soft Pink Truth Remix)--xxxx

*Kickass Kanye West Remix of "Gold Digger"---xxxx

So like, yeah. Love.
i'm majorly sick of writing about it.
So I want to leave some quotes about it.
if you want a good description from me... go here .


“When a young man complains that a young lady has no heart, it's pretty certain that she has his”
George Dennison Prentice

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.” Neil Gaiman


“You know that when I hate you, it is because I love you to a point of passion that unhinges my soul.” Julie de Lespinasse

"Love isn't finding a perfect person. It's finding an imperfect person perfectly."

"You love someone because they sing a song you can hear"

“I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out.”
Elizabeth Barrett Browning

“If you have to think about whether you love someone or not then the answer is no. When you love someone you just know.”
Janice Markowitz

"Love is watching someone die. " Ben Gibbard

"She said she loves you and you know that can't be bad.. she loves you and you know you should be glad." The Beatles

"And now there is a fire in me. A fire burns." Alex Kapranos

"One year of love is better than a lifetime alone. " Queen


“I don't wish to be everything to everyone, but I would like to be something to someone.”
Javan quotes


"I want to tell you, my head is filled with things to say... when i get near you, all those things they seem to slip away... " Beatles

it turned out to be a good weekend after all.
well, any weekend that contains a kick ass concert is always good.
On Friday I was kind of depressed because all of my best friends were having a party without me, because one of them uninvited me... because i dont know. so i went out and got my hair cut because it makes you feel loads good. But then I got into an argument that amplified the fact that I was being ignored by like 10 people...
But when I woke up Saturday, I found that one of the people had come around!
And it decreased my stress by I dont know how much. I decided to go to the concert (ETA records) even though my friend Cassie had to cancel. So I took Mary and we had sooo much fun.
We hung out with Chris and Xio and their friends.
WE got free hats! Because I sang "Mary Had A Little Lamb" and Mary named the owner of the record label. We look so gangsta in our hats.

The bands were really good especially Plunket, BrP and I Voted For Kodos.
The mosh pit wasn't too bad either..
Chris bodysurfed up to the stage and well, took off his shirt.
Which this girl, Anna, found and stole.





Haha.
I eventually got his plaid button down back to him.
The moshing wasn't too bad, I actually found that some people make efforts to wear deoderant before going to a concert.
And yeah, I look straight up ghetto fab in my hat.




fo realz.










It was tote awesome.

i'm such a slave to my emotions.
I don't understand why.
I'm depressed.
I can't think of anything I want to do, or love, music isn't making me very happy. At least, not at the moment. I'm bound by my responsibilities, my obligation, by social niceties, by other people, by lack of funds, guilt, lies and i just want to get out.
i don't like waking up. i don't like my school. i mean, i like it, i have friends, it's interesting, the classes are stimulating... but i don't know. i don't. i'm scared of what's to come, i'm not sure of change. and everything's always changing. i crave love, but i'm afraid of it.
my conversation's are uninteresting, of little importance. i find myself thinking less about how much something will make me happy but of how it will put me ahead. like it's some huge game and i have to win at all costs. i don't know what's important and i don't have time to figure it out. i have to know everything in an instant or i'm doomed to fail. i'm not good at learning. i'm not fast, i'm not organized,i'm not disciplined. i lose everything. movies make me sad. they all seem to relay the same message. you don't know what it is though, because the movie can't answer your problems. maybe it's an hour of entertainment, but it doesn't give you answers. i'm beginning to believe in darwinism and it scares me. because everyone keeps telling me that in order to survive in this world, you have to be the best, the strongest, the smartest, the fittest and i'm beginning to question whether i am of any worth compared to those better than me.
i'm a good person, but that won't get me by anymore. i have to be brilliant, above brilliant. life is unfair. kill yourself or get over it.
isn't there anything more to life? i feel like i'm burdened by everything and so aware always of the passage of time. close your eyes for a second, and it's next year.
and your money's gone and you can't get it back but you need it to get by, you need it if you want any hope for happiness. let's face it, it's all about the material wealth and it's all about what you look like, and how you present yourself or how you seem to be on a piece of paper. That's why myspace is so popular. It's because people don't want layers, they don't want to get to know you. They want to judge by a snapshot. and it's not fair. but it's my world. and i don't want to live in it. But I have no choice, do I? Just keep going on, living on obligation, out of spite and try and get salvation in the little things.
it makes me hurt.

I hope so.
We need AIDS relief.

And now, a poem written by Aarushi's younger, newly 10 year old brother.
I love this kid.


You Feel All Warm Inside

When there is snow outside,
And you’re drinking hot cocoa,
You feel all warm inside

When there is a flower in a flowerpot
Placed on the porch
And it blooms with a bright colour
Like a flaming torch,
You feel all warm inside

When you see tree leaves
With colours of red, brown and gold,
You don’t feel cold.

You feel all warm inside

When the sun shines bright,
In a sky of light
And the clouds are like puffy, white cotton balls
Sweet music comes as the blue jay calls,

And you feel all warm inside.


-Chaitannya (Chet) Agni
November 2005

The Rupert Grint iTunes playlist is good.. I love that he has Franz Ferdinand and NIRVANA and Billy Idol and The Streets lol. I think it's somewhat odd that he likes Usher's "U got it bad" because thats the song that randomly gets stuck in my head every third Sunday of the month. And he has a somewhat modern rock/ classic/80's revival influence

I love Daniel Radcliffe's Playlist
Because he has my favorite Libertines song on it.. and the Arcade Fire... and Weezer's Buddy Holly.. which I'm in love with and the Pixies. And this kid is all about the instrumentals and moves behind the music.

hrmm...

My mom thinks that the Harry Potter movies should be miniseries because they're too long to be compressed into movies.


I disagree.
On opening day, my brother had his supplementary birthday party coinciding with the opening of the movie version of my favorite Harry Potter book. So my mother booked like 13 tickets in advance to accomodate my little brother's friends, my friends and stuff. So we get to the theater.. and take up all of the first two rows.. because ofcourse we get there at like, 8:45.. and everyone's already seated. And my friend Mallika cruelly negotiated with the young children in our clan to take the front row so we could take the back row. After like 2 calls to my mom who was at the concessions, the movie commercials ended... and the movie music began.

The movie started with the Riddle House dream.. but Harry woke up at the Weasleys... he'd been awoken by an angry Hermione Granger (or Emma Watson, for those of you who refuse to believe that she's Hermione), who goes on to wake up Ron, who doesn't want to wake up, but gets an "EEEEE!" from me in the second row. And here we go. Within 10 seconds, we're being whisked away on a portkey to the World Cup that has more images, more scenery and so much going on that your brain can't possibly process it in fast enough time.

And like, four seconds later, we're on the train and we get our first glimpse at Harry's crush, the adorable novice actress Cho Chang (Katie Leung)... who lets face it, works as the eye candy, apart from the hard-faced Emma Watson, who played Hermione yet again. Don't get me wrong, she's beautiful.. but something was up with her eyebrows, i'm thinking i just don't like her without bangs as much as i did with them..

But otherwise, the visuals are amazing, the actors keep getting hotter (gotta love them Weasley twins) and with the added PG-13 rating comes some romance that really spices things up and makes the humour more funny.

It broke my heart when Ron (Rupert Grint) and Harry (Daniel Radcliffe) were in a spat. In the book, it was sad, but in this.. it made me feel terrible for both Harry and Ron. Ron, because he was always overshadowed... and Harry because they all ditched him.

Some people may complain the dialogue wasn't exactly like the book, but I don't because it becomes newer and more interesting. Especially the Yule Ball sequences...
:)

The tasks in this one were awesome. It was amazing how much they were able to put into the movie, though the plot was condensed. The only part that suffered was the general dialogue between the characters that wasn't plot related.

I especially loved the mersong in the prefects bathroom.. it was pretty and just the way i'd imagine mermaids to sing.

The romance in this movie was.. as I would say, "hnnnnnggghhhh". Everyone knew that Ron liked Hermione, and Hermione likes Ron. But they weren't together... and it made me love Ron even more for his jealousness of Viktor Krum. Harry's DOA crush on Cho, doesn't make us feel any less angsty.. considering she went with the opposing champion. But I loved how they went with two Indian girls... (w00t, for us indian girls). The banter between Ron and Hermione at the ball was priceless. The Hagrid/Maxime parts were adorable (they tastefully left out the big breakup). And.. the Ron/McGonagall dance was hot. haha.

The one thing that I felt lacked a tiny bit in this movie was Hermione's kick ass role, due to the cutting of S.P.E.W. and the explanation of the ending as well as the Cornelius Fudge foreshadowing the fifth book. The Rita Skeeter plot was left open ended... and I'm thinking, maybe the writers got lazy? Ah, who knows.

BUT DEFINITELY GO SEE IT. in fact, pirate it and send it to me. just kidding. you think.
It was definitely amazing.. it'll break your heart into a thousand tiny little bits, but warm you up inside.

Leave it to them to take the most innocently done thing in the entire world, and turn into something horrible. They are the masters of assumptions, the most fearful of their kind, the most vicious, the most scary, the most loving.... God. Please make it stop....

Indian Parents. What the hell am I gonna do?

In 5 seconds, they turn "I want to make friends" into "I'm interested in having sex"... Hello?is there not a fine line?

It's awful. They think you're the smartest kid in the world and then you prove them wrong.. and then you're dead. Because being their kid is not a bond of love, but a business dealing. An investment.

They have to put up with your shit, and you have to put up with theirs, so that you can eventually make the most money and give them bragging rights.

And yeah, they love me, but as soon as they put down the bars and put up their electrical fences, the good intentions are erased.

And you get one, extremely jaded and angst ridden teenager.

They blow everything up in their minds... And every second their angry, it grows exponentially until they're like, "Aarushi, we hate you, go fucking die."

I mean, it's not enough to be like, "This is bad, get rid of it".. they have to go into an indepth analysis about how bad it is, why it's bad, and how it's going to lead to me ending up 45 with no husband, no children and not enough money for me to pay for my therapy.

<yes. and that is an actual quote from an actual conversation>

I thought childhood was supposed to be a happy time. But they've been treating me like an adult since I hit the ripe age of 5. Well, let's face it, the brainwashing started in the womb. And they keep doing it, again and again. And thinking that I don't get it, that I don't hear them, That I'm just soooo stupid, that I'm not thinking about what they say, and freaking out over it, scaring myself away from doing things that all my friends do, because I really do respect them.. and love them and want to listen to what they have to say.

I wish I could just tell them honestly what I feel, without having it held against me for the rest of my life. But they're expecting superhuman robotchild and I'm just a kid.

But all of my opinions are wrong, all of my thoughts are wrong and all of my feelings are wrong.

It's not about how I feel, it's about how I should feel. And it's not fair. I'm not an adult.. I'm not some kind of fictional character that they're molding. I think I reserve the right to feel how I feel, when I choose to feel it and have people respect it.

And how can they blame me when I emulate them, and then I'm wrong?

i hate school. i'm always wrong.

I do believe that I just had an excellent weekend. Or week. whatever.

well. see, there was that pretty awesome concert we went to on thursday night... The Decemberists. (Shoutout to their opening act: Cass MCCombs!) Sea-shanty-like melodies, with a folky, rock edge.. which was simply amazing and filled with the adventure of them smashing the mandolyn. & me touching the lead singers feet.
And then later bartering with the British merchandise guy who gave us some pretty interesting pearls of wisdom including:
"wear it tight! i keep seein' girls buyin extra lahge boys clothin'. There was a tiny li'l girl that came in and bough' en XL! That can't be good for business, eh?"

"you'll ge' a boyfriend, if you buy this CD! and in fact, you may just get 'er boyfriend!"

"no, go ahead, ask me what i think of them decemberist records! no! this one? crap! this one? complete crap! this one? it's all shit compared to this one."

and he let us walk out with two CDs for 12 dollars and half a shirt... lol well.. allie has the other half. Oh yeah, and a giant vat of popcorn and cheez its. and plus the mandolyn player was soooper cool too.

And then on friday, i somehow managed to get out of doing or finishing my homework in time.. and at lunch, this cooool band that goes to our school, Ice Cap Fortune, had a free concert. And I got a shirt for only $5, because I'm nice and the guy was nice and I get discounts on everything...

so i went home and watched the OC, reading the American Girl catalogue, while being sent an entire Franz Ferdinand folder! by the coolest person in the entire fucking world. Then I caught a fresh new Degrassi. And HOLY SHIT. liberty's pregnant. yes. liberty. yes. pregnant.

&&& today...

Woke up at 1. spent about 6 hours listening to Franz Ferdinand's You Could Have It So Much Better. Go buy that today. THen did my one problem of geometry homework as compared to the 30 we get usually. And then I went to the Memorial High School production of Anne Frank. Which was *spectacular*! I cried through the entire thing.. and all my friends were like "Awwww... you cried?" And i just love that cast. So I was floating around until I got home.... and then my brother handed me the brand new Series of Unfortunate Events... that he was sooooo thoughtful and bought.

"Just to let you know, Chet, you're the best." I said, as Chet was patching up the Harry potter book he broke (mine, by the way).

"I try."

YAYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

new Strokes song.. got leaked a few days ago.

It's better than the last one. It's called, You Only Live Once. It has an upbeat melody and is somewhat poppy in some parts.
Get it here

suddenly everyone on gilmore girls has bangs.

suddenly everyone in the whole frigging world has bangs.

i always wonder how I'd look with bangs...
cassie said it would look nice..

but my mom doesn't like bangs.. she never quite took anyone with bangs seriously.... hahahaha. omg. mom.

I have had a very strange epiphany. I have decided that Hilary Duff does not bug me anymore. And Fall Out Boy is actually mildly touching.

It just seems pointless wasting any energy on fighting music that I choose not to invest in. I mean, we're all good people. We're all into different sounds, yet they are all connected. And we all like different things but we're all the same. And besides, Hilary Duff seems a whole lot different and better now. Like, she listens to the Clash. So maybe her music reflects it? And I figure you can't be overly critical of genres or music that you don't listen to because they were not made to please you. They were made to benefit the person who wrote it and let them share their emotion with the world. And honestly, no ones forcing you to listen to music you don't like. And no emo boys are claiming to be rockers.
And if a band is trying something new, I say "Good for them" because they're not making music to keep recording the same song every time.

Also, to those who are big music snobs, it is realllly hard to write songs... especially if one is a female artist trying to get cred in the male-driven rock world. The Bikini Kill was never as popular as Nirvana was it? So if it's not all brilliant, remember that it takes a lot of practice before brilliance is achieved.

That said, it is important, for me, at least, to like a variety of music ranging form pop to rock to reggae to indian to african to really.. anything. You shouldn't dislike something based on it's label.And you shouldn't be afraid to like it. Because the whole point of music is to express ourselves through not completely verbal means. And it's supposed to heal, and make you feel. And you can't find music that does that unless you, yourself, seek out the music that makes you feel.
So really right now, for myself, I wanna end the musical hate. But I'll still probably gag if I see a bunch of kids with Good Charlotte sweatshirts.

That being said, that doesn't mean that I can't be a little bit helpful and poke you in the direction of music that will help.

Ah. The Strokes.

One of my most favoritest modern rock bands. Only second to the Shins.
They've been working on their new album forever. It's been so hyped. And finally now some kind kind soul has leaked the single on to the internet.

You can find it

photo credit:

www.rocktoons.com

My life is doing that weird shifty thing. Transition. It's like I'm frozen in the moment where I'm walking out of one room and into the other, the only problem is.. I'll never be able to go back to the past room. Or, it still won't be the same room even when I go back to it. It's sad, but exciting.
It's like when you watch the new season of a TV show, and they have to like, break up the couple.. and then so, to add a plot they add more characters. That's what I feel like.. like all the the plotlines at my old school, with all my friends are exhausted, so now in search for more story lines, they put me in a new atmosphere with new, exciting characters. And sure, it's inevitable. But it's just like when Jess and Rory break up on Gilmore Girls and then she goes to college. And everything's weird and different, but sort of the same in college. Or like on the OC, when Summer and Seth break up and then this new guy, Zach commands Summer's attention and the new rocker chick, Alex comes into the picture and steals Seth heart with her glitter and her stardust and bisexuality. The OC will never be as entertaining as it once was. The chemistry is gone. That won't happen to me, will it?
Or maybe it'll be better than it was before?
Even over the past 2 years, I've changed immeasurably. I remember like 2 years ago, sitting in my bedroom, writing in my journal about how in love I was, listening to Michelle Branch, reflecting.. and.. I had the strangest urge to go back. To sit and pour my emotions onto my blog and listen to the same music.. I love this song. I miss the love I felt at such a young age.. I miss dreaming. At some point, we have to open our eyes to the harsh light of reality. But maybe I wasn't ready yet. Just like, when something amazing and pretty happens (think Sethummer falling in love) and then you realize that it comes with all these billions of problems attached (think sail-away on a boat, "you only want me when you can't have me").. is it impossible to just crystalize and preserve the perfection of the moment? Can't you just be in love and be happy, without wondering what's happening next? Can't you enjoy a moment? Or is everything part of some plan, are we always and forever frantically looking forward and forgetting to live in the moment? I've been planning and thinking and analyzing for so long, thinking of where everything I do and everything I say will put me in the next year, in the next four years.. but what about now? I miss being young. I miss living my life.. instead of planning for the life I'll one-day lead. I've only loved once. But I remember, that.. when I was in that emotion, time was an eternity, life was in the second. Nothing in the past, nothing in the future. And all I want is that feeling again.. nothing not even reciprocation could be better, but I doubt it will come back.. we're in the fourth season, not the first. I miss feeling new.
I feel as if my life as a history book. I have no more renaissances or rebirths. I don't want to ever say something that reflects badly because I know I can never take anything back. My life is set into a stone. The things that I do, the things that I say are set in stone. I find it really hard to vocalize my emotions sometimes, because I know.. after I do, they'll be set in stone. Forever, it will be remembered as something I thought or something I felt. It scares me.

Living is easy with eyes closed... Misunderstanding is all you see.. It's hard to be someone but it's not so bad.. it doesn't matter much to me. - Beatles

Okay.. all my life, I've been haunted by this single question mark. Why is it that people dislike each other? Answer: Because they don't understand why they do the things they do, why they think the way they think, etc, etc. But it all comes out to the fact that we don't get each other. Or don't want to.

But why is that? Because we live with our eyes closed. At least, that's what I think. I mean, let's face it. What we think is right, right? Right. Yeah that's right. We're too damn opinionated and stubborn for our own good. And that's all fine and dandy as long as we don't try to impose our views on others, but let's face it.. most people do. So, why is this? Why is there such a gap?

Is it because we don't want to know? Or is it that as people, we see eachother on such different spectrums that we don't even try? Is it that everyone's just too afraid to ask? Or to answer?
That's what I always wonder. Really. Aren't we all just the same? Don't we all want the same things? I really don't know.

It's a battle we always have to fight. Because someone is always not gonna wanna open up. And someone is always not gonna wanna listen.

Yeah. It should be so simple right?

Radio Ga-Ga


Radio, I'd sit alone and watch your light
My only friend through teenage through teenage nights
And everything I had to know
I heard it on my radio

You gave them all these old-time stars
Through wars of worlds- invaded by Mars
You made em laugh, you made em cry
YOu made us feel like we could fly
So don't become some background noise
A backdrop for the girls and boys who just don't know
and just don't care
And just complain when you're not there
You've had the time
You had the power
You're yet to have your finest hour... Radio

All we hear is radio ga-ga
radio goo-goo
radio ga-ga
All we hear is radio ga-ga
Radio blah-blah
Radio what's new?
Radio- Someone still loves you..

We watch the shows- We watch the stars
on video
for hours and hours
We hardly need to use our ears
Our music changes through the years

Let's hope you never leave us friend
Like all good things on you it depends
So stick around cos we might miss you
When we grow tired of all this visual
You've had the time
You've had the power
You're yet to have your finest hour...Radio

All we hear is radio gaga
Radio goo-goo
Radio ga-ga
All we hear is radio ga-ga
Radio goo-goo
Radio ga-ga
All we hear is radio gaga
Radio ga-ga

Radio, what's new?
Someone still loves you...

Radio Ga-ga
Radio ga-ga
Radio ga-ga

You've had the time- You've had the power...
You're yet to have your finest hour
Radio....



Freddie Mercury's testament to how much better it is to have music in your life than TV and other such visual things... He talks to the Radio as if it is his friend, as many have thought of it before... The music on the radio soothed him and reassured him and now he is reassuring it... that people will love the radio once more, because they need it so much. I love this song...