I've had a lyric stuck in my brain for about...10 days or so.  Just, I guess, recirculating.  Well, here it goes.

No one in the world ever gets what they want and that is beautiful/  everybody dies frustrated and sad and that is beautiful 

To save you a google search, it's from "Don't Let Start," from the early days of They Might Be Giants.  A song from a band that I was obsessed with, oh, lets say sophomore year of high school, forgotten about when I went to college, but still in my MP3 collection, even though I have since switched computers twice.  Anyway, I love TMBG.  I bought their last album.  I saw them in concert not to long ago, et cetera.  The Johns are witty, weird, whimsical, and whatnot, but of all the lyrics to stick in my head to incubate, I have to get one that is utterly depressing.

I've expressed this sentiment before, but it never ceases to amaze me on how a lyric can be sung in the most cheerful of ways.  And the happy, it hides the sad.  And then it hits you when you're singing along cheerfully one day and the meaning of the words hits you.  Actually happened to me not to long ago.  Rocking out to KISS in the kitchen, all of a sudden, oh, I'm singing about what it feels like to get head.  Oh god, oh god, why?!  I was enjoying mindlessly constructing baked goods, and now Gene Simmons has given me the urge to take a cold shower.

Um, what was the point I was attempting before going off topic?  Yes, depression because of the human condition.  

I guess, we're all going to die, and be unhappy, and miserable.  But it's beautiful, because you're not alone.  

heeey livejournal,

It's been an odd few weeks.

I've got a new computer! it's awesome. It's a laptop. I use it to lap...top around the apartment. However, I know the honeymoon will be short lived because it is only a matter of time before I drop it on the floor.

In a related story, I'm broke! Hah, nothing new there. However, I miss being able to buy food. In that respect, I'm excited for christmas so I can have a big, bloody slice of prime rib. Okay, maybe not bloody. It disturbs me when meat has its own juices which are reminiscent of the animal's own fluids. But still. Meat. Protein. Not just chicken. Or meatballs in spagetti-os.

I'm excited for next wednesday. new muppet christmas special. eek. then I'm excited for like a week after that for the doctor who special! And then new years, twilight zone marathon. Christmas TV is awesome.

I've already decided what shows I'm going to marathon over break. Battlestar Galactica, season 3 of Weeds, season 3 of Dexter, and maybe a few seasons of MASH or Cheers. Also also, I'm going to dig up some John Cusack movies I haven't seen. And I'm going to read books! I went to the public library and went nuts! Okay, so it's mostly books about color theory and comic books and knitting. Shuuut up, it's going to be awesome.

Here's what I should be doing--editing a news story. Maybe making some flashcards. Or writing a big long goddamn essay about why medieval art is awesome. My first final isn't until next wednesday. I've got time.

I'm going to clean my room and annoy grace with my singing.

I am...oy.  It's going to be a difficult few months, school-wise anyway.  Don't be suprised I drop off the face of the earth until December.

I think I've given up on getting a decent grade in medieval art because, fuck it.  It's all about jesus.  And if it's not about jesus, it's about neoplatonic theory, which my teacher LOVES to talk about, but I believe it's complete shit lazy ass way to explain stylistic tendencies.  what does a philosophical theory about the depiction of a monothestic god have to do with how a fresco is drawn?  It doesn't.  Whatever happened to experimentation in form? Conveying a message to an illiterate audience? Divine inspiration?  Any of those are better explinations that neoplatonic theory.  Am I right?

*cricket chirp*

Le sigh, nevermind. 

This weekend was a lot of fun, even if my sleep schedule is now skewed.  I got to see a lot of people I haven't seen forever.  

I kicked off the weekend, like any proper weekend, with Andrew and Tori.  Cheap chinese food, bidding Baby farewell, and a symphony of puns later, I had to call it a night because I had to be up at 6 am on saturday.  I'll be so estatic when football is over.

It's always great to see Allie, because she is a hoot (and she swears now), and Kris is a pretty cool guy, but I vow never to set foot in fieldhouse again.  What a wreched bar!  Overcrowded, loud, and...who puts Big Buck Hunter in the middle of a walkway?  I also saw Emma for the first time since school started, and I realized how much I miss her.

The Asians haven't changed much, and I love that about them.  I went over for some bitter hot pot last night, which I thought tasted alright, but whatever. I knock on the door to be greated by Susan, who I kid you not was dressed head to toe in panda.  Brandin and Yuan are obsessed with Mystery, the pick up artist, and which is oddly terrifying and completely hilarous.   

Well, I better get back to studying about poo and jesus.

Wow, XYZ kaydee.  Seriously.

*zip* 

Mine pants, they are a tricky bitch.

ON with the post!

I want to wear suspenders like, reeaaally bad, but the back strap often pops up and hits me in the head.  Happened to me twice today.  They are a fashion hazard, yet strangely attractive.  Like high heals.  Or  capes.

My horrorscope says I should go buy something shiny. 

I got a haircut!  *segway to backstory*
So, I had been growing my hair out for an awfully long time.  It was long enough that I had to flip it out of my shirt collar.  It was probably the longest I've had it since...fifth grade?  Anyway.  Then before school started, I bleached it out, but since my natural hair is sort of ginger, it looked yellow.  However, I did have bomb ass orange tips for a while, but alas, they faded.  And I was stuck with yellowish hair.  And horrid split ends.  Eew.  So, I got a haircut.  The End.

The place of my first employment closed last week.  Which sucks, because I often got free food.  *le sigh*  And I still know people that work there.  But, it's probably for the best.

I need to save up money.  My computer is almost maxed out it's memory.  Jimmy Stewart, you were a good 'n, but in about six months (Book money pending) you will be replaced with something shiny, (and possibly portable) be stripped of the memories of your former self, and be sent to my parents' house, so my dad can fill you up with viruses.

Also, Tears for Fears are perhaps the greatest band ever, yet no one ever mentions them.  Let's start a revisionist movement!  Let's throw in some Dire Straits too.

Dear Future Husband,

I have already chosen our wedding cake. 



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You're welcome.
KayDee

You want to know how I reacted to Doctor Who this week?

I cried like the ninny sissy girl I am. 

Why?

Because Russell T. Davies likes to fuck with me.  And then leave me a cliffhanger for next week's episode.

Not to mention, I think that bastard is going to kill off Donna.

And then I might have to choke a bitch.

Twice.

Molly Weasley can come. 

While we're at it, Me and Molly will find Chris Carter and force him to tell us about the x-files.

I still don't know what's up with that.

But I'm excited.  I'll probably wet my pants when I see David Duchovany on the big screen.

Then I'll probably cry, because Doctor never got to snog Rose one last time.

Life is unfair.

I often dick around on the computer. Suuuuprise?

Anywho, one of my guilty pleasures is Craigslist. I don't admit this around very often, so be honored that I'm revealing part of my true nature.

But when people reveal intimate details about their personal life where anyone can stumble upon it, I find it endearing.  Gutsy.  Incredibly stupid.  And really...fucking hilarious.

This ditty is entitled "Dear Star Wars ex-boyfriend, my vag is sore"

A few things as of late have come to light. The fact that you had an entire room dedicated to Star Wars should have been enough to make any sane girl run in the opposite direction, I somehow found it endearing. The fact that you couldn’t string two thoughts together in order to form a cohesive sentence should have made me giggle in your face, instead I patiently waited as you tried to sound like your IQ was above 87. Your crazy mom that decided to “pop in” and vacuum at one in the morning should have definitely made leave, but I stuck by your side. Your sexual inadequacies should have made me run to seek orgasm from another penis, instead I quietly masturbated in the bathroom after your pathetic attempts at coitus.

When you told me that you slept with someone else, I must admit that I was mildly relieved as at last this was my way out. But Star Wars obsessed ex- boyfriend, you just had to go and one-up yourself in stupidity. Just when I thought that your stupidity had reached its crescendo a perfect symphony of ignorance, you surprised me. You said something that will forever go down as the worst phrase to ever utter to a girlfriend.

You said: “Yeah I slept with someone else, but I had to think about you to get off.” Seriously? Really? Am I supposed to be honored by this? Is this supposed to make me coo with girlish glee and then all can be forgiven? Let’s pretend for a moment that this statement is true. If you had to think about me when you had your heinous-uncircumcised-lion-seal looking penis in what I can only assume is a skanky disease ridden vagina, why did you simply not fuck me instead? God knows I was willing being that I was constantly unsatisfied and willing to give you another go.

Well, Star Wars obsessed ex-boyfriend, let me tell you this. I won. First off, I am not going to let you ruin Star Wars for me. I will still giggle with delight at Chewbacca’s noises. I will still find humor in Jabba’s fat face.

More importantly, I won because I used my inner rage to go out and fuck the ever living shit out of someone else. Seriously, it was amazing. Porn star status. He came on my face and it tasted like the sweet nectar of the gods. What's more, you ask? The guy is hung like a gorilla, or to put it in terms that you’d understand, he’s packing a light saber. I was walking funny for 4 days, no joke. And you know what Star Wars obsessed ex-boyfriend? I fucked this guy on real sheets. Sheets that didn’t have R2D2 and C3P0 and Tie fighters. Big boy sheets. When I arched my back and looked up I didn’t see any Sith infiltrators on the ceiling. No Death Star. For the first time in a long time I got off without feeling like I should be on “To Catch a Predator” because you, Star Wars obsessed ex-boyfriend, made me feel dirty for fucking in what looked like a little kid’s room.

Moral of the story? You might want to put down the Obi Wan doll and pick up a book. That way, you might actually learn a few new words that exist outside of that epic film. Or better yet, next time you feel the urge to say something as dumb as what you said to me, pick up a .22 or if it makes you feel better we’ll call it an IG.22 and shoot yourself in the nut sack, that way we won’t have to worry about you breeding.

Oh yeah, and plans are in the works for dressing up as Slave Leia next time.

Best of luck to you in not winding up winning a Darwin award.

Note to self:  Get rid of "Return of the Jedi" sheets.

hey livejournal.

Today is a day in which I will update you, a website, about the status of my summer. I think I might bullet point this, for punctuality's sake. Better yet, let's go numerical list, because I can't figure out bullet points on bethany's mac.

1. My wii was struck by lightning. It survived.
2. Until the next day, the video fucked up. It is now safely on its way to california, further than I will go this entire summer.
3. The previous stated fact upsets me. I repeat, my videogame system is traveling further than I will.
3a. Also, no videogames for two weeks. I've been playing the DS like crazy. Thank god for sim city.
4. The worst part about the wii debacle is buying Pokemon Snap and having yet to play it.
5. I got some pretty b.a. polyester plaid pants. Upon showing my mother, she retorts "I had a pair exactly like that when I was your age." Which is both scary, yet sort of cool.
6. David Byrne has reestablished his position as personal hero and ideal figure of how I'd like to live my life.
7. In my free time, I read books about television shows I like. Or Dada artists.
8. Speaking of dada, I wrecked my iPod charger by a leaking bottle of water in my backpack. The funny thing, my messenger bag held the water in the bottom without it leaking on the outside. that's engineering. Also included in the chaos, several crossword puzzles, a deck of cards, pack of gum, and two library books about obscure dada artists.
9. Yeah, the thing with art books, they are written in french and german more than expected. Which means, I should learn either french or german.
10. Speaking of french, The Beef is la boeuf.
11. Also, the LaBoeuf was totally on an episode of x-files. I geeked soooo hard, I almost had a brain spaz.
12. Concerning the Indiana Jones film, REEEEEEEEALLY, George, aliens?
13. Jagger is stupid. he's a stupid dog, with a stupid face. Who likes to excrete fluids in the living room, but only when I'm home alone.
14. Also, foam rubber swords. Duels all the time.
15. And the neighborhood kids like to play "don't shank me"

yeah, I'd elaborate further, but kaydee is stinky and bethany is pushing her to go to art fest downtown. Also, MC Chris tonight. Soooo excited, for white kids truly love hip hop.

I've got a horrific case of spring fever.  As in, I don't want to do anything.  But for the sake of I don't want my average this semester to slip into the C range for fear that I may or may not get into grad school*...  And, on top of that, I lost my flash drive, which had all of my art slides and the beginnings of a term paper.  Sometimes, I feel like I'm just setting myself up for imminent failure.

So, instead of doing some good studious catch-up due to my loss of olde blue**, I decided to go out with Bethany last night.  Granted, it was super fun, but I'm a little hazy right now, on account of I really don't drink that often.  And also because I'm forcing myself to use my mind.  Who does that?

Uhh, I need to doooo shit.  But I won't.  Because I'm pretty sure that I'm going to give up all academic hope in an hour, go putz around Daydreams for the free comic books, then go see Ironman with the meg. 

I think that nerding the day up makes up for doing nothing scholarly, right?



*Oh yeah, my adviser pretty much told me that I'm going to grad school and I need to learn french and german.
**my flash drive has never had a nickname, up until now, apparently.

Over spring break and my total lack of internet access, I seemed to have neglected Paley Fest this year.  It was a great line up of things I like, and I'm sad that it took me a few weeks to find it.

First of all, my initial google search was for when Pushing Daises would re-air.  I discovered that ABC didn't give it the axe (thank god!) annnnd it won't be back till next season.  Then I found the Paley stuff.  And got really excited when I found some audio.  And now I'm more obsessed with the show.  Did you Ned's a vegetarian?  Awesome. 

Then I read about the other panels.  And it's like they geared it to my viewing tastes.  Mad Men!  Buffy Reunion!  Panel with the X-Files writers! Okay, so it was really just four panels that got my panties all in a knot.  But let me lament about my love of the x-files once again.

I love the X-Files.  Love it.  Yes, the show got crappy towards Seasons 8 and 9.  Yes, the mythology got screwy towards the end. Yes the series finale was all sorts of shit leaving a fucking cliffhanger and the two main characters in a motel in New Mexico.  The second movie would come...eventually.  Then Carter sues fox over syndication...blah blah, and then I stopped paying attention.

But things change, people grow up, obsessions get lost, rediscovered, packed in a box, rediscovered again, then ultimately ignored only to be thrown at you by helps of the interwebs and fans with camcorders and slighly fuzzy camera work.

But...I'm so excited for July 25th.  Like...dressing up like the flukeman or el chubacabra or something for a midnight showing excited.  Who's with me?

Dear coffee,

Thank you for being delicious.

Love,
KayDee

I need a new hobby.  As in, stop facebook stalking.  Because honestly, I don't even know these people and I've seen every picture take of them over the past few  years.  I read through quotes and wonder what the story behind said statement is.  Sometimes, if the mood strikes me, I make one up.  It's a habit I need to break myself of. 

Maybe I should start knitting again.  that kept me off the computer.  And allowed me to get to sleep at a decent hour.

Spring Break was pretty uneventful.  Sherwood was excellent, minus the fact that I almost lost my glasses to the foot of the biggest guy in the tween-ridden joint.  Also, they played "Holiday" by the Get-up Kids, which is awesomely awesome, even though it was followed by Back To The Future references.  Because myspacing tweens don't appreciate the classics!  Ryan "don't forget your pillow" Garmen's house was pretty fantastically fun, slightly blurry, but fun.  I mostly just saw Rach and Jordan all week, which was totally bitchass, because we're awesome.  (Ed Note:  I discribed a pretty awesome spring break, but keep in mind there was lots of sitting on my bum being...a bum.)

Then the parentals dropped me off at the dorm on Saturday, where there was a slew of fire alarms due to a burst steam pipe...or something.  'Least I didn't set anything on fire.  *shifty eyes* Anyway, to make a long story short, I've got the sleeping habits of a vampire.

Then to celebrate Zombie Jesus's coming, the family went to mass.  The bishop gave a homily about giant tacos in heaven and poop, I shit you not.  Bishop is welcome at the Frank household anytime. Also, the stations of the cross looked like a Justice video.  Also also, I had the thought "gee, I haven't had to sing a song in latin for a while," then whatdayaknow, song in latin.

p.s.--mom got a little drunk and started leaking out family secrets.  It was awesome.  My grandpa used to moonlight as a gravedigger.  My uncle was a pot dealer (not suprised) and my mom destroyed two cars because she can't drive a manual.  I highly suggest listening to your drunk parents next time the opportunity presents itself.

Hi livejournal!!!!

I went shopping today.  Now I have food.

Pineapple banana orange juice sounds like a lot of flavor sensations, but it's really not...in fact, it's delicious!!!  WHOA!!!!  So, I was playing mario party and could've totally pwned on waluigi, but I accidentally hit "no" instead of "okay" when buying his hotel!!!  I was PISSED!!!  I feel the need to use explination marks after every sentence!!! 

Okay, enough of that.  and I hope that you know about mario party, lest that would've made NO sense. 

And tomorrow is one of those mostly spectacular days where I don't need to do anything.

Except dishes.  I really, really need to do dishes.

Answer:  Yes.  A thousand times yes.  It's the ultimate culmination of everything I love in one bowl of noodlely, artificially flavored goodness.  You can't top that.

So, I'm sitting at the compy, mindin' my biz, as we say, and I hear this creepy heavy breathing.  My first inclination was "shit, haunted room, and not a happy camper apparently.  Ain't no casper the friendly ghost in heeeere."  Then I look out the window, and someone's scraping their windshield.  But, it freaked the shit out of me.

Alrighty.  Here's the past month in review.  ((In sequential list form!))
1.  Christmas!  Not so much of a blasty blast, but rather a family clusterfuck.  gotta say to the parents, kudos on the room accomedations at the casino!  Also, mother messed up her spritz this year, which stinks because they're my favorite cookie.  She swears up and down for years now that she's put crisco in a butter cookie, but I for one have never witnessed such an event take place.  Also, my nephew can kick my ass at wii boxing.
2.  New Phone!  Yes, I got a new phone.  This one is bitchass and can play mp3s.  Alas, I'm still a little sketchy on how to work it in the most efficient manner. 
3.  Random New iPod!  Thanks dad, for being lucky and winning an ipod that has a storage capacity equal to that of my computer.  Also, my parents are gambling addicts.  But this will come later...
4. New Years!  Completely uneventful as everyone was lame and no one decided to throw a party.  After some aimless driving, Rachel and I end up on my couch playing mario party.  At the countdown, we flipped between Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin' Eve and the Fox alternative, depending on which musical guest had a less suck factor.
5.  Running out of TV on DVD with two and a half weeks of break left. 
6.  Putting Jimmy Creeggan into a ditch!  Word of warning, roads are sometimes slick.  Knock on wood, everything was a-ok.  Broken mirror, loosing 3 quarts of oil, being generally freaked out because my parents were in communicato and...you guessed it, at the casino.  Sitting in an ambulance, sitting in the sheriff's backseat, calling my first tow truck...twas an eventful night.
7.  New Room!  It's pretty freakin' sweet, and I'll be unpacking until I move out in four months, but it is pretty greaaaat.

Also, I've decided I'm becoming a lush.  Why? I don't have a clear answer, just because.  I figure I'll grow tired after two weekends of drinking, just like a puppy chasing his tail.

In preparation for my upcoming finals, I stumbled upon this image.

Meet Lady Liberty's left hand, currently under construction.  Look closely at the image.  Notice anything odd, unusual, anything?  ANYTHING!?  I'll wait for a few seconds whilst you think it over.

*waits*

Okay.  There's a life-sized figure of a man sitting on her left arm!  Now, this is preliminary.  He's got a beard.  Could it be Fredric Bartholdi's self portrait?  Gustave Eiffel helped design the arms...is it him?  They're both mustachioed  frenchmen, so I say, yes, probably.  But, fair Lady Liberty is in her skeletal state.  Is this sitting man still resting upon her arm? Does anyone know?  Fill me in, because I've been over-analyzing this picture for about four hours now, and I can't google well at 2.30 in the morning.

I'll get back to you when I get done researching this very topic at the library.

My calculator is pretty much dead. the screen says "OP ERROR" and as much as I button mash, nothing changes it. Alas, my TI-34 II has lasted me quite a long time...something like 9 years. NINE YEARS! I liked it so much, that I asked for the same calculator for christmas...turns out they still make 'em.

I'd go for a graphing calculator, but paying a hundred bucks for a calculator that I can't figure out how to use...pass. The TI-34 II can do basic trig functions, and equate Pi to 12 decimal places, and can do FRACTIONS! And honestly, that's all I can ask from my calculator.

So, I was looking around on the Texas Instruments website, to find this. What child loves their calculator soooo much, that they would dedicate their IM icon to it?

And that is why I don't have a graphic calculator.

iTunes has yet to put Bananarama's "Cruel Summer" into their catalog.

Which I find funny. 

Because they sorta made the song famous.

Yet they have the karaoke version of it.

As well as the cheesy cover done by some other band for a compilation that came out in the '90s.

I hate those things. 

Also, I love how the "Just for you" section can't define me.

"Well, she bought hip hop and some 80's tunes."

"Suggest Fergie and Jewel.  And some O-Town for good measure."

Also Also...since when is Cher's "If I Could Turn Back Time" classified as Rock?

I woke up today in a panic.  Somehow, in the course of the night, I had misplaced my glasses. 

I searched the surrounding area of my bed.  Nothing. So, I flip up all the covers, because sometimes I don't take them off right when I go to bed.  So, I'm assuming that I sleptwalk last night...because they were in my closet, sitting in my brown loafers.

Facebook's down, so whatever. 

May I state that I am so awesomely bad at Jetman that it scares me?  All the hidden potential I have, alas, I love to play as the flying banana.

Also, I'm excited about an upcoming assignment I have...but it's because I'm a dork and want to rhetorically analyze the elements found within songs I like.  Which is real funny, because the songs I like don't make sense.  Like Fly Trapped in a Jar?  Isaac Brock, wtf?  However, LOVE that song.  I'd love to think I have the balls to tackle Vaseline by the Flaming Lips, but I'm sure I would be horribly overwhelmed...fuck it, I'll do it.  It's going to be...interesting. 

Um, break was good.  I managed to watch three seasons of Six Feet Under in a week.  It stands as a true testament to my tv watching skills.  Why yes, I'm awesome.

Okay, I'm going to have a one woman dancing party now.  It's going to be terrific, and I wish that you could come, but you're not invited.  ^_^

When reading my usual newspaper of choice over lunch, I read an interesting article about Mike Huckabee.

Mentioned in said article is whom Chuck Norris is in support of this coming election.  What follows is a bunch of Chuck Norris jokes that immediatly flooded my mind upon hearing the news.

Mike Huckabee has a new secret weapon.  That weapon is Chuck Norris.  Ron Paul?  Forget about it.  Gulianni?  Round house kick to the face.  McCain?  He respectfully will withdraw his name, for he knows he will not be able to match the awesomeness, even if he somehow manages to get Jackie Chan's support.  Dodd?  No one supports Dodd.  Obama has Oprah, but is lacking in Chuck Norris.  Hillary will be discovered as a robot as Chuck Norris rips out the black hole that ought to be her heart (then, he will hang out with bill and drink some beers.  John Edwards can come too.) 

Then, Chuck Norris will rip up the constitution, and declare the United States of America will now be called the United Chuck Norris...of America.  The pledge of allegiance will be rewritten  "I pledge allegiance to the Flag, of the United States of Chuck Norris, and to the Republic, under which Chuck Norris Stands, one nation, under Chuck Norris, with liberty, and round house kicks to the face for all."  Once Chuck Norris assumes his seat on Lincoln's lap at the Lincoln Memorial, he will unite Israel, by threatening to turn this car around.  He will then win two Nobel Peace Prizes in the same year, by promoting world peace through round house kicks to the face, and curing cancer.

Here's to a Huckabee/Norris republican nomination in 2008.  It's the only way Colbert/Colbert is going down, and the only way I'll change my political party.