war paint

I wish it was socially acceptable to go around with face paint on as a semi-adult. I know that there are those attention whores who would do this, and probably do, but that's not what I'm going for. Yesterday I was working at the farmer's market and this little girl we were playing with painted our faces. I was lucky enough to get multi-colored "whiskers" all over, some were not so lucky. But all the people walking by looked at us like "what on earth is wrong with that person."

all hallows eve

I love Halloween. It's the best. Dressing up is so entertaining and seeing what everyone wants to be is a rarely allowed insight. For example. I was Jareth the Goblin King for Halloween, better known as David Bowie in the Labyrinth. A lot of people didn't get it- I can't tell you how many times I was asked "Are you Avril?"Or how mad that made me.... seriously, Avril? what does she even do anymore and why the HELL would I desire to be her in any way. Gross.
David Bowie, on the other hand, is awesome. I would be David Bowie everyday if I could be. But sadly I try not to repeat costumes.
I did manage to do most of the things I like to do around Halloween. I watched some classics, Hocus Pocus and Halloween; I got to explain the special relationship between Michael Meyers and his niece Jamie to my parents ( she is like in his brain and can tell when he's going to kill); I carved a pumpkin for my mother; watched a bunch of old Scooby Doo episodes with the little girl I babysit; and freaked myself out pretty good on a few occasions.
I also got to go to a very nice little gathering with which started with a keg of PBR and ended with a bottle of chocolate wine.
It was a big night for everyone - I caught Brandon watching the Garfield movie in bed the next day. He claims he was watching it for Jennifer Love Hewitt, but he was enjoying it a little too much for that.

video ho

We were talking about Ludacris last night, and I was reminded of some of the awesome videos of the earlier (than now) 2000's. Ludacris- Stand Up starts things up. A classic with the line "it feels like a midget is hangin from my necklace." And there is, in the video at least. Missy's Get Ur Freak On, next sweet video. She's nuts, I love it. And of course the one that mesmerized me when It came on TV a while back- Put your hands where my eyes can see by Busta Rhymes. Can't find a good video on youtube.......tear.

hiatus over

Not that I expect anyone to read this except myself, but I am trying to get myself into some sort of discipline. So I'm back in action.
I am working on a theory- a couple of theories actually, but I can't remember them all right now- that I will try to address here.
Theory 1-

The "I-like-to-look" effect.
In high school there were was this guy who was not especially attractive when you first looked at him, but over time it became accepted that he was. I felt this way as well as some other friends, so I wondered why it is that we came to find him attractive. Here it is.
He has an interesting face, so interesting that you keep looking at it. You kinda want to figure out what's going on in over there, so you keep looking. And the more you look, the more familiar you become with it. At this point I was taking a psychology class in which we discussed the fact that the more familiar you are with something the more attractive you find it. So I don't really know if I can take credit for this 'theory' (groundbreaking, I know)- but I applied it to the mysteries of high school romance. So an interesting face may be more successful than a straight-up classic pretty face because you'll have more of an audience. If you know they're pretty, looking more won't tell me anything I don't already now- but if there's something unique going on...... chances are it'll grow on you.

This song makes me happy.
I want to go on vacation. I don't have the money too.
I want to move somewhere, but I don't have the guts.
confliction!
Point: this song makes me want to stop wasting time and make myself accomplish something, even something minimal. Mostly what it makes me want is something that you can't just go out and get - it's not that tangible and you can't control it.
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I babysat a 5 yr old today and she showed me her pet "square." It was a giant die (as in dice).
I love kids.
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It's amazing how many people I don't know but recognize from hanging out in the same vicinity. Makes the world seem small, but it's just that Cleveland Heights is small. right.

movies fashion and judgement

I saw (500) days of summer last night. I liked it. I know certain groups will love it, and then there will be the cynics that say its a hipster movie for hipster posers bullshit. But I really liked it, it reminded me of Amelie a lot, and I liked how it wasn't exactly what you want at the end, but then it kinda was. Job well done, director.
I saw Public Enemies last week and I liked that too although some people had said it was bad. I can't see how Johnny Depp, Christian Bale and Michael Mann could go wrong. Very epic, Very Dillinger - makes me want to watch Bonnie and Clyde again, then refashion my wardrobe after Faye Dunaway.

I feel like more and more clothes are becoming costumes instead of outfits - I saw the most ridiculous ones on Sunday Night. Let me Paint you a Picture: High waisted shorty shorts in black, a backless leotard thing with a shrug over it and some heels. Granted I'm sure all these things are very trendy currently, but she looked like an idiot - it was a little fancy for Coventry, lets put it that way. I think one of the whore's in American Psycho wears the same outfit.
My point being, any one of those elements could be interesting on their own, and maintain some lasting style over time, but all together it's too much. It's like she was trying to prove that she was certainly more hip or stylish than everyone else because she was so clearly adhered to ONE style. I like to the think that if the 80s are in, you should "CHANNEL" the 80s, not embody them.
But whatever, people can wear whatever they want style is personal expression, yadda yadda yadda - even if you copy the exact personal expression Urban Outfitters ( see illustration) promotes in the summer catalog....:P
Don't get me wrong, I love urban ( too much for my own good) but I temper my addiction with common sense and liberal use of such helpful questions as "Do I look like I'm trying too hard?" "Will I regret this the second I leave the house?" and "Do I look like a hooker?"

genesis!

I suddenly have a lot of free time on my hands..... and with limited activities available to me because of my temporary gimp status - i decided to CREATE. I am certainly not enterprising enough to create something concrete, like a scarf or a pinewood derby racer, and those things require materials. And materials require MONEY, something I am trying to avoid spending at all costs. I'm not doing a great job. Blog =free, ergo I=blogger.

I have been on crutches for approximately 8 days, and I am quite ready to be mobile again. The one upside is- I can make everyone else wait on me hand and foot and feel no guilt. Also, I got a ride home from the nice cop who stakes out Coventry *Two Times* ( arrested development?). so that was nice. But still, I'd much prefer to be able to walk.
Stairs- difficult.
Shower- made simpler by geriatric shower stool, but still difficult.
Navigating Panini's- next to impossible that place is packed, and poorly laid out if I may be so bold.
Preparing a Meal- hard. it involves a lot of hoping.
By far the worst part is the little things, like oh I would love to grab that chapstick from my dresser but I must crutch through the jungle of crap on the floor to reach it, then once I get there, I want to do my makeup but Lo! the makeup is in the bathroom. fml.

Apparently I should be off these things soon, but it can't be soon enough. I would really really love to be able to dance and such at the Yeah Yeah Yeahs concert, but since that's in two days it probably won't happen. Maybe Karen O will take pity on me and give me special treatment.

Needless to say I have a lot more respect for the truly crippled out there. It sucks. I don't know how those people with the special shorty crutches do what they do, because that shit is HARD. and wheelchairs? come on you can't get into any tight spaces. I also wonder how the guy in the wheelchair that goes to the B-Side get's down there- seriously, how?

But I digress.
So whilst trapped in this fortress of boredom I shall attempt to achieve some sort of epiphany, a higher understanding of the meaning of life, how to create gold, and why some people dress like that. Or actually where I want to go to grad school how to get in, and what I should be doing with my life. This is my vision quest, because apparently the visit to New Mexico was just the start.

This is the start of my attempt to Break On Through to the Other Side. Welcome aboard.