enjoying the days leading up to my birthday....

and i said to myself, 'SELF! you got some random ass stuff to talk about! AND how!' i suppose that a sort of list will have to be the order of the day or else i will forget something. so here goes {in arbitrary order}

1}batman rain slicker

2}people who use the words 'ironic' and 'angst' badly

3}where my blondie bear fixation started

4}stuff about my birthday

5}shows i'm into right now

6}shooting in my town

7}being a grown up

and 8} CRAFTS!! WOO!

let's fly, pigeon.

so there i was, by the quidditch pitch, looking for phones and making sure that no one is manhandling hagrid, when suddenly i see a little boy scurry by, followed closely by his mother, and wearing a truly amazing garment. 

sweet. funky. moses. 

it became immediately clear to me that should i ever wish my life to be complete, procuring this rain slicker must move up in the ranks of my priorities. i mean LOOK at it!! it's got a little cape and abs and a utility belt and EVERYTHING!! i just want to go out and not only fight crime, but romp in puddles in this thing. so i spent a good deal of the next hour trying not to stare at this little kid, enviously coveting his coat, and looking forward to the time when i could go home and look them up. because that is how i do. and guess what terrible news awaited me on my quest? GUESS!

....

they only come in little boy sizes. 

my heart, was truly crushed. 

i'm not saying it was argentina crying for eva peron or anything, but yes, i was pretty bummed out. also, guess what else i can't get because i am not a six year old?

man, being a grown up suxorz.

on to numero dos!

now, i get peeved easily when people use the wrong words. or use words in the wrong context. or completely don't know what a word REALLY means, but pepper their speech with it so that they sound smart {you don't by the way}. the two words that i hate the most being used poorly are 'ironic' and 'angst' especially when it gets made into 'angsty'. 

just kill me.

first of all, i usually bottle up this righteous indignation and save it for later, which i guess is now, so that i don't seem like a know-it-all douche bag. but i would like to treat you all now to the definition of the word 'angst'. 

*Angst - "neurotic fear, anxiety, guilt, remorse"

*the dread caused by man's awareness that his future is not determined but must be freely chosen

*a feeling of dread, anxiety, or anguish  

ANGUISH people. A.N.G.U.I.S.H. 

serious moral, ethical, mental pain caused at once by one's own insignificance and the knowledge that no one will be helping you on this bumpy road called life.

not, 'oh that moody teen is so angsty', or 'nothing, im just feeling sort of angsty.' 

{note: angsty is not a word. stop saying it}

also, if you are wanting to apply this word to theatre, which is what i do because the theatre is what i study and do and love, angst means 'the desperate desire for that which one can never have.'

heavy. shit. 

give it some respect people. don't just throw it around like it means nothing, or eventually, it will mean nothing. 

as far as 'ironic' is concerned, i feel like i have already filled my pretentious jerk quota for the day, so i will simply direct you to this video. there is a lot of good information here, and i seriously hope that you take it to heart. language needs to be respected and cherished and upheld as one of our primary forms of communication. let's not destroy our language, alright kittens?

shall we move on?

excellent.

so tonight, after making the executive decision to not watch the next episode of buffy with my mom, lest she go to bed TERRIBLY depressed {i'm nearing the end of season six, so, you know}, i decided to put the labyrinth on until she went to bed so i could watch dollhouse and not spoil it for her because she isn't caught up. as i was watching, i realized something that had never occurred to me before. 

first, let me make something very clear:

this was the first man that i can remember ever having a crush on that included tummy buterflies and the desire to kiss him. {tmi? don't care}i was very young when i saw it, but i can remember distinguishing this crush from others, including those i may have had on real people i knew {like brandon}.

to put it simply, i was in love with jareth, the goblin king. 

the six foot something bad blond paragon played by the truly scrumptious david bowie. 

now what i realized this evening was  that this is where my love for the tall blond bad boy came from. it went straight from here to billy idol {who i would still totally do} and from billy to spike {rowr} and then from spike to draco malfoy. and the draco thing was even before the later movies when he took the form most people recognize. i am talking about what i made up in my head from the descriptions in the books.  long before the film actors got all growed up.

anyway, it all started with my beautiful bowie as the tragically in love, yet truly bad king of the goblins; master of magics and ruler of all his domain. also, he can contact juggle. {not bowie of course, but jareth can} and if you don't know what contact juggling is or you haven't seen this movie {in which case, GO WATCH IT RIGHT NOW BEFORE YOU SPEAK TO ME AGAIN} here is a video of what contact juggling is. it is pretty much the tits. 

anyway, it is a bit strange to me that i never thought of this before, but now that i know, it sort of makes all kinds of sense, and i fell like maybe there is something to it. but that is something i shall ponder and process in my own mind. ^_^

and now, on to thing number

woo!

my birthday is on thursday and i am pretty damn excited. basically, this whole week i am making about me and i am relaxing as much as possible. i will work a little, but not a ton and then, the festivities begin. while i wait, i hope that dk returns comes in the mail because i want to play it in a BIG way. it is totally fun. but on thursday i am doin the family dinner thang, and then friday i am having a small get together with some friends and then saturday after work i am kickin it with the cousin unit, who i totally dig because she is an awesome friend {yeah YOU ashley! ^_^}

i just hope that i don't party myself out too much because i have a voice acting audish on sunday {yay!} and i want to not suck ^_^

also, i am really excited about friday because my friend who is planning it has said something about a fantastic birthday surprise, and i cannot WAIT to know what that means!!!! {megaaan, i wanna knooooow!!!!}

numbuh fiiiive!

{note: i just put '5' into google. interesting stuff}

so i am into a couple of new shows right now. well, basically one new one, plus continuing on an old one. but the one that i really want to talk about is 

it is freaking. AMAZING.

i wont spend a ton of time on this because i want to watch one more episode and it is late and this is already getting long. buut i just freaking love how everyone on it plays so many parts so beautifully and how joss has outdone himself on the discussion of moral depravity and what is right and what is real and that he has used so many of his people, but also brought in new people who i have never known before, but now will hope to see in more whedon projects. people just keep cropping up and i freaking LOVE it. the story {i am on season two right now} is so crazy and strange and frightening and i am so terribly sad that this will be the last season. stupid fox network always canceling joss. did we learn nothing from firefly?! come on douche-bags.

gah.

ok, moving on.

{also, i don't know what this ^ means} 

on a not so happy note, there was a shooting in my town. now i live in a pretty small town, low crime, low homeless rate, low everything {including fun, which has nothing to do with this}.my mom and were driving to jo anne's fabrics {yes. tease me i dare you} and to do that we passed the wal mart where we saw about ten cop cars and the lanes to turn in were cordoned off and it all looked very ominous. i just assumed drug bust or some drunk guy {which we see, not often, but not never} and by the time we'd left jo anne's we found out that it was a shooting. two people got killed {including the shooter} and two deputies got injured. we might never know why it happened but if you are curious you can read about it here.

it was a way weird thing to have happen in this town because nothing ever really happens in this town and now people are in full paranoia mode. 

lets lighten things a bit, shall we kittens?

today, i made my very first college loans payment! woooo! being a grown up totally blows!! YAAAAY!

i don't want to dwell on this too hard. so i wont.

take THAT!

 eight. my favourite number ^_^

i am doing HELLA crocheting and knitting right now. i just got a folio for all of my needles and hooks and stitch markers and things and even have a big old yarn bag. WOO! in fact, i am making a blanket. i have never made something as big as a blanket before and i am sort of doing it because i want one {not that i need a new blanket, if you've seen my bed, you know this. i am a nester. i burrow. maaaany blankets.} but because i want to see if i can do it. if i can actually fucking finish something that i start. something that requires a certain amount of care, and love, and dedication. and since i don't really have anywhere or anyone else to put that towards {not a passive aggressive dig at myself. just an observation} then i will put those things into a project that i will love and use and cherish for a very long time to come. and if the boys are lucky, i might even share it ^_^ {the blanket, duh}.

 

YAY! we did it folks! we made it to the end. and now, alas, i must take my leave. i want to watch some dollhouse and i want to do some reading. but i will leave you with this wisdom on my way out:

'looks don't concern me maestro. only talent interests a woman of taste.'

.

cheers!

~*~

DFTBA

losing track of the days....

this is gonna be a really short little blurb until i have more time/something to write about that is actually interesting. basically, just wanted to let everyone know that i am alive and kicking {not puppies or anything, don't fret} and i am eagerly awaiting my birthday!
yes.
eight days ladies and gentlemen, and the super rock beezy that is me will be 23 years old.
for twenty three years i will have been rocking this earth and living the dream.
well, at least the first part ^_^
things are getting dreamier though. so that's pretty awesome.
anyway, that's all i wanted to say.
feel free to send me love and gifts {jk about the second part...kindof...no really. kidding....}
also, happy birthday wishes are always welcome.
but, now that my gleaming narcissism has had center stage for a moment, i shall bid you adieu!
i leave you with this wisdom happy readers:

'beauty without intelligence is a masterpiece painted on a napkin'

cheers,
~*~
DFTBA

finally recording and making art!

hey guys!!! i know that it's been about a week since i posted, but i have totally not been in a place to do the whole blogging thing. but nooooow, no i am here and ready to go! ^_^

so, here is a link to the awesome new song i just wrote and you should totally go check it out, because it is the first song that i have written and uploaded in months. it's been since the summer and i was going through this whole writer's block thing and was totally uninspired and i was so unhappy, but then, TADA! i got over it ^_^

so, i guess i will start at the pseudo beginning. i got to be an extra in a sweet short film that will hopefully be an opportunity to be paid in a full length film later down the line. no wait....that's not the beginning. 

THIS is the beginning:

my play date with nutmeg!! 

^_^

so basically i met her in seattle and we totally looked at clothes we couldn't afford and got delicious asian food and walked around the market to look at other things we couldn't afford and it was a total blast. and theeeeeen, south center mall. holy crapoly. i basically bought a bunch of awesome staples {clothing wise} and then we got food and then, holy shit, BLACK SWAN.

so, let's explore this insanity. spoilers if you haven't seen it skip ahead to the next picture ^_^ 

so basically this movie blew my mind in a big way. looking back i tried to dissect all the parts that might have just been natalie portman's hallucinations and which parts were real and did mila kunis even exist and what was the deal with the mom and oh yea, that awesome sex scene between natalie and mila  holy geez awesome. but yes, this movie was terrifying on a level that i did not expect and i literally had to physically unwind myself by the end. there were just all of these scary moments that were completely subtle and then TOTALLY not and i was just completely blown away by it and i want to see it again so that i can watch all the parts that happened knowing what i know now.

ok, rant officially over.

ok, new topic. i suppose that now i will move on to the whole extras thing. basically i got to rock out to punk music and be awesome and meet new people who were cool and see old faces from bellingham who i met through the senate which was a totally awesome band that unfortunately disbanded but it was alright because they totally had other avenues to explore. but yes, i totally got to do a whole lot of 'back to one'ing and a whole lot of 'quiet on set'ting and it felt really good to be doing that whole thing again.

but i suppose that the thing that i really want to talk about it reading. reading and imagination. {only kind of sorry about the whole non-sequitor thing} i am currently reading the seventh harry potter book and i just got past a part that was terribly sad right towards the middle and if you have read it then you know which part i am talking about. and i have read this book three times before and i still cried. and i didn't just cry but i sobbed. there were shoulders shaking and audible sobs and i could hardly continue reading because of my obscured vision. good times. 

and this isn't because i am some kind of simpering baby but because i have an incredibly vivid imagination and i form a strong attachment with the characters that i read about. and this really got me thinking.

i am so sorry for people who don't like to read or haven't given it a chance or that no longer use their imaginations. i was talking to someone recently and they got into a bit of a discussion {i don't want to say argument, even though it was probably more of an argument}about how movies are better than books. right away i had to check my righteous indignation. and then i started thinking {after i had chilled the fuck out} that this can't just be the opinion of one guy, but that there are many people out there that would rather have someone else create the world of a story visually for them rather than take the words that they are given to create the world in their own minds. this is something that i love to do because i get to have a hand in creating a while entire universe that, without my help, would never exist. yes the words are on the page and in the mind of the author, but without the reader, what is there? just words on a page. 

and when i encounter particularly well written stories, it makes no difference how many times i read them, i still have a physical and emotional response. 

reading is sexy and fun

now, this isn't to say that a good solid film wont do the same for me, because i LOVE to watch movies. it's just that when you read {or at least when I read} you get to create, which i think is the thing about reading that i love. you are taken on a journey and you get to be the co pilot, the navigator, whatever you want to be. and i don't think that there are many things more exciting than that. that feeling you get when you just know that something evil is lurking or that some incredible love is about to emerge or that some tragic death is just a moment away, when you are there, a part of the story, seeing it all happen in the ideal, perfect way that you imagined it. a movie is only a small group of people's interpretations of a novel, but this, no...this is all your own. 

this is all mine.

and i get incredibly passionate just thinking about it.

alas, now the hour grows quite late and i must take my leave. it has been a real treat to get all of this out and i hope that you found even some of it interesting. please, feel free to discuss movie vs novel or black swan or the movement of harmony through the universe or just anything you want with me in the comments. the next one will not be so long of a wait and probably not quite as long. 

and now, i leave you with this wisdom:

 

Look not mournfully into the past. It comes not back again. Wisely improve the present. It is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future, without fear.
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

cheers!

~*~

DFTBA

thinking about resolutions....

so basically, i, like everyone else in the freakin' world, made a few resolutions for new years.

for those of you who are not friends with me on facebook, here they are:

1.save enough money to actually move to l.a. (ohgodhelpplz?)

2.catch up totally on ncis and dexter.

3.lose thirty pounds.

4.be ok with being alone.

5.do voice acting for a legit project.

6.actually get to make art with my boys.

7.spend some real time with my girls.

8.own/begin a real grown person's wardrobe.

9.own/begin a real grown person's cosmetics set.

10.become a better cook.

11.start taking voice lessons again.

12.learn to sign {more}

13.keep my room clean for longer than two weeks.

14.start a new healthy relationship {not necessarily romantic}

15.make music more often.

16.finish at least two more scenes of my play.

that's obviously a lot of things to focus on. i suppose that what i could say, instead of all that, is that this year i am going to be even awesomer than i was last year {and no, i am not an idiot, i know that that is not a word. stuff it} which will be tough, but i have already begun. also, i have come to realization which i am sure you are glued to your seat with anticipation to hear. so why keep you waiting?

i have realized that it is not going to be enough to simply have all of these goals to live up to. everyone who knows me knows that i am awesome and we share a common awesomeness, and those who meet me generally fall into two categories: those who think i am awesome and want to hang, and those that don't. and to be honest i don't really lose much sleep over the latter. but, back to the epiphany here, before i digress further, as i am wont to do. these awesome alterations don't need to be huge or really even visible to anyone else. and today, was washing my face and i realized...'i don't ever wash my face before bed. this is an awesome change.' 

that's right folks. yesterday i was getting a new ice scraper for my mom's car and i was walking by the cosmetics aisle when i thought, 'i should get some face wash and i have some time to kill, i'll check out the make up too, just for fun.' now, don't think i'm some filthy heathen or something, i bathe daily and like to think i am pretty damn hygienic. but i will admit that i have some not great habits. for instance, until today and yesterday, i never really washed my face before bed, unless i showered before bed. something i was always just too lazy to do or didn't think about. but now, i am the kind of person who washes their face before bed.

thing number two that i have noticed {that was thing number one btw}. i am now the kind of person who flosses twice daily. oh don't give me that disgusted look, i use a sonicare twice daily and often brush after lunch. calm down, for goodness sakes. i just always used my sonicare as kind of an excuse to not floss. no longer, my friends. i floss now. take that!

thing three, i bought some nice grown up makeup and got rid of a bunch of stuff that really needed to be gotten rid of. so i guess that that is part of my resolutions taken care of, or at least started. i feel good about this, because even though i don't really wear a lot of make up or even wear it very often, i like knowing that mine is good quality stuff. 

thing four, i am the girl who no longer drinks soda. that's right folks, no more cherry cokes for this guy at lunch. however, one amendment to this is that i will still drink the occasional slurpee because i don't believe in telling yourself that you aren't allowed to do things all the time, and that the mind needs a reward instead of just hearing can't and don't and no all the time. for me, that occasional 'do it' is a mountain dew pina colada slurpee. 

whew.

ok

moving on.

so yea, these are just some things that i have noticed in the last few days and i think that if i am grown up enough already to have started making these positive choices without even really thinking about them too hard, then that list of resolutions is totally doable and i will become awesomer {shut up} by the day!

aaaaaanywho, in other news!

last night was my sister and her husband's birthday and we all went out to the clearwater casino. it was pretty ballin'.

i played this slot machine {well not this one exactly probably, but one identical to it} for a little over an hour and i totally made my money back plus ten bucks! well, actually, ok, here's how it went. so, my mom paid for dinner because it was two for one at the buffet {awesome} and so i was gonna give her ten bucks to gamble with, but the machine only gave me twenties so i gave her twenty, which kind of sucked but hey, i didn't have to pay for dinner. so anyway, that left me with twenty bucks, but sort of twenty bucks short. you with me? so i ended up with forty dollars and five cents on my ticket thingy and my mom gave me back ten bucks, so i really made about ten bucks and some change. which is awesome on account of they raised the damn ferry fare. 

assfaces. 

whatever. 

so, um, sorry that this isn't terribly interesting or funny or anything, i just thought that i would share with you my good fortune on account of yesterday i felt more like myself than i have in months which is a wonderful feeling. also, i hope to be participating in art soon. 

WOO!

buuut, my melatonin is sayin' 'HEY! come sleepzors you sleepysaurus rex!' so i better go. 

i leave you with this wisdom.

'her love for the stage is only outweighed with her love for gratuitous sex and violence.'

cheers!

~*~

DFTBA

thinking about space....

and it hit me just how much i don't, and might never, understand. wanna know how i got there?

well, i was watching n.c.i.s., like ya do, and mcgeek said something in response to a photograph of what he called 'the pillars of creation' and that super got my attention. i simply had to know what kind of awe-inspiring phenomenon had earned that epic and  beautiful title. if you don't know what it is, this is for you:

oh. my. gosh. 

so, the more technical term for this is the Eagle Nebula, but when this picture was taken by hubble it was titled 'the pillars of creation' for what i think are obvious reasons. you should definitely read up on it, because it's fascinating, or at least it is if you think learning is fun and the unknowable vastness of the universe interests you because you are a big nerd. 

guilty.

so anyway, this all got me thinking about all the stuff that i currently know about space. not a ton, let's be real, but i know some. and yet, when i read some of the stuff i read, my mind sort of goes kablooey. now, i am a relatively smart individual; 4.0, eagerness to learn; i'm not saying i'm a hermione or anything, i'm just saying i could probably get an E or an O on the old O.W.L.s. 

moving on.

so i was reading about stars, and guess what?! the stars that are sort of considered to be the farthest known and in the farthest known galaxies are about 13 billion light years away. which means, that if we are seeing them, then their light has traveled about 13 billion years and the universe is {supposedly} only just under 14 billion years old {something like 13.7 i think i read} and that means that that light has been traveling since the dawn of EVER. 95 percent of the time the universe has been a thing this beautiful incandescence has been traveling and we get to see it now with our new, baby species eyes. 

WHAT?!

another fun fact i like to think about is this:

this is an 'empty space' in the universe as viewed through a telescope {i think the hubble}. now this space is very far away and super tiny and we would only see it with our unaided eye as a black empty space. however, it contains a whole bunch of beautiful glowy stars, burning brightly, or even dead but we still see the light because we are so far away! WOAH. and whats more is that even in the places where there are not stars, the cracks in the boards if you will, there are these tiny subatomic particles always shifting and moving and creating and destroying and they are constantly in motion. it's a big bag of weird out there. 

side note: we have a cool subatomic particle example thing at the science center and the crazy shapes and things that they make are absolutely incredible. they kind of look like this, but without the colour:

and theeeeeen i started thinking about how much life could be sustained out there on an immeasurable number of celestial bodies. which sort of got me on this whole 'how dare we be so arrogant to think that our kind of life is the only really notable kind and the tiny stuff is just as important and people should care and we are sooooo not important enough or interesting enough for the space beings to even bother with' kind of kick. which, for me, can last a while and usually culminates in a certain degree of righteous anger {no exception here tonight} because i firmly believe that the reason people are so frightened of space aliens or whatever you want to call them is because we need to feel important enough that something so much bigger than ourselves would ever go out of its way simply to destroy us or interfere with us in any way {which is sort of the way i feel about god, but i won't get into that here}. we are the proverbial daisy in the field, cute enough to notice maybe, but not important enough to remember.

which is not to say that i don't think we are interesting and scientifically important beings, because i do, i just like to think i am not so arrogant about it. i am a mass of carbon. blood, tissues, bones. however, it is how i choose to spend my small and quick life and how i choose to make things better and help eliminate world suck and how i choose to use the crazy bundle of neurons i have been given that makes me an important piece of the big fucked up people puzzle.

and this got me thinking about art. well, me making art, to be more specific. 

this is an ancient greek theatre btw.

i am an actor, with a side of musician. and i have been out of university for half a year now and what with my working and having no time, i have not been able to create much art lately. i am living in a place that is not necessarily conducive to much music making, unless no one is home {and someone is always home} and i have no place to act or really work on my craft. because of this, i feel like that empty black space. i am full of bright, creative incandescence. i feel the push and pull and change of the subatomic particles of my ideas. but without the help of the proper equipment, these brilliant lights fade, evanescent, and soon even i almost cannot find them anymore.

i am fortunate to have fellow artists in my life {though not frequently enough} and there will be a get together in a couple of weeks to meet and do some reading and make some art happen and i really hope that this can be my telescope, my inspiration, my cosmic event, throwing the shrapnel of creation in a million different directions. what i wouldn't give to have something actually worth putting to music again. or to finish the play i seem to have been writing for what seems like 13 billion light years. i can't wait, and although a few weeks is hardly a blip on the radar of history, it feels like an eon.

in the mean time, the only creating i have really been doing is here on blogger, and i have been crocheting. 

a. lot. 

i made two pairs of arm warmers tonight. two. pairs. this pair and a pair of black and cobalt/purple ones. {the hat was made by my besty, clair} 

but all of this doesn't really do it for me because...well, i don't really know why. i haven't posted any music on my youtube channel in a very long time, and that makes me incredibly unhappy. being sick didn't help, but i am hoping to get to work on some things i've been toying with and hopefully have one finished and recordable by next week, or maybe even sunday. as is stands now though, things are looking pretty grim in corey town as far as creating goes. 

this punk rock dream machine needs to get back into gear and start taking over the world.  she needs to get back to being that beautiful celestial body she knows she can be. all she needs is a new galaxy to set on fire with her awesomeness. nbd.

have we digressed form our original focus? well, that's what it is like inside my head.

all. the. time.

and so, it is with the hope that you have been inspired to go learn that i now leave you, hoping also to be inspired myself. about many things. i know how awesome i am, and i think it's time the world did too. but i don't have to go it alone on this rock and roll rampage.

you wanna come?

~*~

DFTBA

new years weekend....

and there is SO MUCH TO TELL YOU ABOUT! i think, perhaps, that a list right away might help us {me} from digressing too badly. here goes.

*tron

*party

*light show

i think that those are all the high points that i wanna hit here tonight. it's been a really long weekend, and it feels like it lasted about a thousand years, but it was tooooootally awesome. so....lets start at the beginning i guess.

this freakin' movie was off. the. chain. me and two of my besties went to see this at the boeing imax in 3d because i got passes and it seemed like a totally awesome way to spend our new years eve day. at the very least i expected to have a good two hours of quiet heckling and even quieter judgment, punctuated by the occasional 'ooh, aaah' but i didn't expect anything terribly spectacular because, well, the first tron movie was ridiculous. {we don't need to argue, it's just my opinion, love it if you want to, i'm not sayin' you shouldn't} Anyway, so we go, and we sit, and we wait, and then, holy shit. TRON. not only were the effects as incredible as i thought they would be, but i was completely into the story, which was far better developed than i could have ever anticipated, especially because i was anticipating absolute crap. the only, and i mean only issue i had was young jeff bridges {no spoilers}. so, young jeff bridges, as well as clu, are computer animated but like, live mapped characters. basically, he looks like a perfect, young jeff bridges with one teeeeny tiny detail. 

he is fucking. creepy. 

so, if you don't know what the uncanny valley is, then i suggest you click that link. it is something that has always freaked me out to the point of nausea and makes my very skin crawl. there is simply nothing that a computer can do to make those eyes come alive, and there is nothing that a computer can do that will remove that instinctive knowledge that the thing i am looking at is not really human, but is pretending to be, which makes it dangerous. 

for. realz.

see?! you can tell there is just something fucking wrong there, and i can totally concede the point that clu is a program and maybe he is supposed to look like that, but the young kevin flynn at the beginning was just as fucked up and frightening. basically, computers are totally awesome and brilliant, but they just can't change that gut feeling that something is human or isn't. 

and if it isn't, it's scary.

however, if you look beyond freaky pretend 'the dude,' then tron was fantastic and i would totally go see it again, and even pay. 

yea.

high praise.

anyway, at the movie, we were told that the daft punk laser light show was returning to the science center laser dome. so the three of us, after watching the movie and hearing all the awesome music that daft punk did for the soundtrack we were totally all about going to that laser show. which is an adventure i shall return to in moments.

second thing:

new years eve party! it was super fun and we got to watch the fireworks from the balcony of where we were. there were a bunch of people there that i hadn't seen since college and it was really great to get a chance to let loose {and get blasted} and catch up with them. i don't really have much to report except that i drank a lot of tequila but made it out a-ok.

like a champ.

who's awesome? you're awesome!

also, got to sleep on the comfiest recliner on the planet, and sleep in a little too. which i suppose only reeeally counts if you weren't up until four a.m. 

whatever.

so now, on to thing three!

oh. sweet. lord.

this was probably one of the coolest things i have ever seen. fun fact? there is a live laser artist {totally bitchin' title btw} who does the show every time and this show was SO. RAD. it had some awesome classic daft punk and the new stuff from tron and it was just so freaking amazing. i don't remember the last time i went to a laser light show, but now that i know what i've been missing:

i want to go to them all the time. 

so basically, hangin' with the ladies and seeing old friends made for a pretty freakin' sweet new years weekend. i am now exhausted because i worked a LOT of hours in the last few days, and i'm really glad to have a couple of days with no commute. but, since i still have to go to work tomorrow at a different job, i really do have to go now. because it's late. and i am sleepysaurus. 

so for now, i guess i'll just say:

'Change the scheme! Alter the mood! Electrify the boys and girls if you'd be so kind.'

cheers!

~*~

DFTBA