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