You can officially congratulate me, I got over Tell Me Syndrome! It was an incredible feat, but I accomplished it nonetheless. Although, I still do the Tell Me dance on demand for Maggs. I'm actually trying to waste a bit of time before class. The SDMB gave me forty hours this week, so now I have to balance 40 hours there and ten hours at my other job, plus three hours of school every day, two four hour play practices and three hours of homework a night. I am on the warpath. I barely have time to do my homework anymore. I've been slacking on that too, the proffessor has been taking note. I went from top of my class to just writing A papers to shut him up. I'm tired, and this is really ridiculous. The SDMB knows that I can't work more than 15 hours a week, and here he goes and does this to me! But, luckily Kevin took my Friday shift, so now I can actually squeeze some time in to hang out with David and watch Logan's Run. Finally! We never get to hang out anymore, I kind of miss his smelly apartment and all the other guys and their sci-fi.
Ah, I feel a little better now that I complained about it. I was actually thinking about complaining last night while sitting out the late shift. Complaining makes us feel better, doesn't it? I always feel better when I complain. In fact, it sometimes seems less...bad? I dunno, maybe its just me. But really, I need to cut down on complaining. Really gets us nowhere unless we turn into super activists, and see where that always gets me? Anyway, class is staring in...oh, two minutes.
Is it wrong that today I bought the Wonder Girls cd? I had to, there was no way of stopping me. I've become...well, unstoppable. That and I spent the entire morning working on the dance with Jiabao, who begged me to teach it to her, but almost nearly died of exhaustion after twenty minutes of bum shaking and shoulder twisting. I was actually late to my interview with my professor this morning after our little work out session. I had to come into class wearing my dance tights and ballet flats. While I waited outside the door I hummed the Tell Me song, and did a little rendition for some of the other students. They were merely horrified.
I don't blame them.
But I have to admit, its an amazing work out. Even twenty minutes of the Tell Me dancing and my bum is killing me, not to mention every other muscle in my body...no wonder those Korean imps are so damn skinny. I should keep this up. This is almost as good as the Hustle, or the Macarena (which I am indeed a pro at.)
Well, now that I've been rambling on about Tell Me Syndrome, I'm late for play rehearsals. See? Evil. Makes me late for things.
I've gone completely mad. I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't pick out which pair of stockings to wear without that evil, evil song playing in my head, over and over and overrrr...
It's no wonder all the people in Korea are so into it. Yeah, The Tell Me Syndrome. Blame it on the impish little Korean school girls who go by the name of Wonder Girls, the group alter-ego of the ever wonderous Wonder Woman. Only...in tiny Korean forms, and instead of saving people and being a feminist, they are evil and look really amazing in short short skirts.
Its only natural that they would be evil.
What's worse? Well, I'm sucked into doing the Tell Me dance now. I learned it loosely on my last visit to NYC, in the kareoke bars and flat parties, but now I've got it perfected. I do it at the library, silently shaking my shoulders. I do it when I wash the dishes. I even caught myself doing it while I was drying my hair.
And I can't escape it either. It's everywhere. Jiabao watches that damend Star King all the time, and they're ALWAYS doing it, like its necessary? And I just can't stop hearing that song go through my mind. Tell me tell me t-t-t-t-t-tell me....
Its been awhile since I've posted anything but one video after the next. I'm actually trying to kill some time before play rehearsals. I'm also considering running to the loo to go take out my hair extensions. Eek. I'm going to kill Jiabao for doing my hair like Hebe. Oh my god, I'm not Asian...when are they going to figure that out? I just can't pull it off like they can. And, that kind of makes me mad.
Oh well. I'll just look really strange at rehearsals tonight.
The 'Tell Me' song has been driving me INSANE. Literally. It will not get out of my head, and from time to time I find myself humming and singing it in public places and I have this really strong urge to break out into the Tell Me dance. Those Korean kids...so hypnotic. What is it about the Tell Me Syndrome? All I know, is that I've caught it. I'm actually listening to it on my iPod right now and its killing me that I can't just start rocking out to it in the middle of the uni library.
我疲乏! Seriously, I am. And what else really bites, is that nobody really showed up to the staff meeting today. What happened to it being mandatory?! The SDB was actually quite decent this morning, to my suprise. The UDB was there too, except he was in a really bad mood. But the good thing is, nobody yelled at me, which was something I was expecting to happen for various reasons. But I'm exhausted right now, I've been up since six this morning and I have to be at work until midnight tonight, and find time to move out of my house. Ahhhh. An aneurism or something of that sort would be appropriate right about now.
I've been curing all this with large doses of eighties music and Korean pop. That pretty much cures any sleep deprivation symptoms I face.
So, I have to go move now...I'm really just thrilled about doing it. AGAIN.
Really. This is just about the most awesome music video I've seen in a long time. Its so DIY, I love it, especially how they just shuffle around to the beat, and the guy in the grey sweater turns me on.
Today marked having to go back to Chinese lessons. My mouth feels like rubber and I'm about ready to have an anuerism from all the sing-song tones. But, I made some progress. I was able to identify a glass of water to Jiabao's mum, who laughed at me afterwards for my swift and abrubt pronunciation, but I was rewarded with a smile sometime after, so I must have made a good impression. .
And now, after living with them, working with them, and so forth, they now offered me a position in the 'earning citizenship underground railroad' by asking me to pretend to marry their cousin in China next year. Really, I'm not making this crap up. I still haven't gotten over this yet. It's practically hilarious and horribly awkward of a situation to be put in. I mean, would you go to China and pretend to marry some Asian guy you've never met and who doesn't even speak English? Ha. At least David thought it was funny.
Wouldn't be the first time.
So, I started the new art project in collaboration with another class. Actually, its some kind of strange conceptual piece. I had to sit in an art gallery for an hour (not that I minded) and write an extensive piece of literature or poetry on the subject. I, obviously stuck to my usual notions and went straight for the nude portraits. This was mostly to spite my art partner (a total deuche bag, who i'm sure is clinically retarded for he had no idea who Andy Warhol was!) and for the sheer fun of writing about sex and opression. Ah, good times. But, today my partner and I had to go back down to the art gallery and look at the pieces I chose, he totally got the wrong idea, and now I know for sure that his piece is going to bomb. The kid was drawing stick figures when I first met him in his drawing class. So, I'm just really curious how this will turn out. I swear, there is something wrong with my generation. But, at least when I gave him my poem today, it kicked his ass. I had extensively drawn pop art pieces and portraits of Brian Eno, Nico, David Bowie, ect, all over the paper until it was literally smudging with pen ink. And, if I do say so myself, it was awesome. He, as idiotic and uncultured as he was had never heard of the aforementioned, which was sickening, but largely proved my theories that people here are inept to awesomeness. Well, except for Josh. Anyone named Josh is destined to be awesome.
Oh! I almost forgot...the theatre performance! So, I got a role. A so-so role. But the play is I Never Saw Another Butterfly, and it is a really dramatic, beautiful Holocaust piece. I, again, was cast as the mother...but at least I get to do a whole pissed off rant so, I'm happy enough. Justin was more than enthusiastic today in class when he found out that he was the father, mostly because he gets a partially intimate scene with me...I don't know about that boy...
Ah, its 12: 30. Happy Saturday. I have to be up in like six hourssssss. I'm going to kill the SDB for making me get up that early on a Saturday for some ridiculous staff meeting that I'll probably be on my phone the entire time checking Ficlets in my pajamas. Oh, such a nice way to get back at the SDB for lecturing me today. Apparently I wasn't told that I was working on Valentines Day and never showed up. Oops? Fuck him. And fuck their stupid meetings. Fuck fuck fuck the damned SDB. Thank goodness Mr. Hu is an awesome boss or I'd be really fucked.
And for some reason, someone stole my nametag at work. Yeah, the awesome one with the Hello Kitty stickers. I got bitched at by the SDB for that too. So, I stole Kyle's. And then got bitched at for wearing a name tag that was not, and I quote... "gender specific" as the SDB said. So anti-everything he is. I'm going to be Kyle for the rest of the year, I decided out of spite.
Well, I really am craving some midnight breakfast or something. I'm going to raid the fridge.
Fahrenheit proves that sometimes, boy bands are kinda cute. I swear, I had this song stuck in my head for a month after living in NYC. The kids did karaeoke to this fucking song EVERY SINGLE NIGHT!!! It was cute though. I even got up and did it once at the Korean bar. That was hilarious.
I'm in a very David Bowie mood today. Alright, every day is Bowie day in my household, but even moreso today. What is it about him? It rattles me. But I usually don't complain about it. I mean, come on, its Mr. Bowie. Supreme Godliness Extrordinaire.
Setting my fantasies aside, in almost eight hours I will be sitting in class. What a bugger. I've developed complete insomnia, I'm sure of it. I've been walking around like a zombie the last few days, and its starting to get noticed. Eric thinks it has something to do with extraterrestrial lifeforms. Although, Matt blames porn. But Matt always blames porn for any crisis. In fact, Matt probably poses for porn.
Zsa Zsa Gabor hasn't found a home yet. I'm starting to get worried. I can't keep Zsa Zsa and Pierre Cardin Jr. in the same house anymore, they're absolutely insane when put together. That, and Zsa Zsa is only house trained. She hasn't even grasped the concept of snow yet. I took her outside yesterday and she started rolling in it, making little kitty snow angels. Well, I guess she kind of grasped the concept. Somewhat. Anyone want a free cat?
Well, tommorow marks the first day of classes AND auditions for whatever the production is going to be this year. This uni usually puts on crap shows, but at least its something to do. Last year, and the year before I didn't even get some kind of lame back stage gig. I swear, it is so prejudiced. At least my audition kicked ass. While everyone did some kind of lame mime in a box crap, I did the whole seductive Lola scene from Damn Yankees. It pretty much rocked. Although, I never got a call back. LAME.
I better at least get a light crew job, or something.
I'm starting to have constant delusional thoughts about summertime again. I'm just not a big fan of winter, or the soulless, barren terrain that surrounds me. I was going through my flickr account, and I found the pictures from the summer before last when I employed Anne and Kaitlin as models in a desperate attempt to capture summer in a photograph. And I think that somehow, we accomplished just that. -->
I'm back at work again, not like I'm cheering about it or anything. The new Supreme Dictator Manager Boss has now come up with the ingenious plan of making six AM meetings mandatory for all staff on weekends. Weekends in which I primarily use for sleeping in. The SDMB will not prevail. I'm sure we can have some kind of peasant uprising, but in the meantime, we have to grovel and eat cake.
Luckily, I'm back on night shift, meaning I get to be a witty ball of fire, and the CCC. I love the night shift. Its usually run by the Supreme Awesome Night Manager Guy. Aka Super Josh, or Mr. Awesome as he formally calls himself. We have code names. It's kind of mandatory. I also am accompanied by two guys named Kyle with horrible, but adorable infatuations with me. Meaning, I get to chill with Mr. Awesome, while they fight over who gets to help me do what. Ah, gotta love it.
And, even better news, I start class Monday. I'm taking a creative writing workshop from one of the best teachers in the English department, who also happens to be my neighbour, and an existentialist. This makes life even easier. I'm definitely guaranteed an A. I am sad, however that Professor X isn't teaching this particular class. I think he's really deck. Mostly because he's really strange and likes Jack Kerouac and Salvador Dali. And his son is tremendously handsome. I met him at a party once, but he thought I was really weird because I had over dressed for the party and was walking around in a slinky silk halter top while everyone else was bundled up in hoodies and had to wear a Ramones tshirt to cover up. That was a weird night.
Anyway, I've got work at nine AM sharp in the morning, so I really should try and get somewhere close to either the bed, or the shower. I'll probably end up staying up and watching Eagle vs Shark again. Call me loony, but I love that movie in a strange cult way. I've got to find a hobby soon. Or some friends. Ah, well, the blog will suffice. Until summer, I suppose.
Today I rented what is now one of my new favourite films. It was a really bizzare movie that most people would barely make through ten minutes before shutting off, kind of like Napoleon Dynamite. But even so, I still wanted to keep watching. I even watched the credits straight through, which is an unspoken rule that I never do such a thing unless the ending credits have a spectacular song, which most don't these days.
The film was set in New Zealand (the accents were a lovely comfort of home for me) and the actors were so crudely awkward that you wonder how they were cast so perfectly. There was also intermittant scenes of claymation played out in nature scenes, particularly with a pair of apples, which was highly obscure, but somehow made a lot of sense.
The adventures ranged from getting fired, a costume party, stalking, dating, video game battles, a trip to the character's hometown, beating up a past bully, and so forth. But what got me most was the sheer innocence that the character's portrayed so hopelessly. It was cruelly sweet and sad to watch at the same time. And, to even benefit itself, the film had one of the best soundtracks I've heard in quite some time. Artists such as Luke Buda, Reduction Agents, the Phoenix Foundation and The Stone Roses (whom I adore greatly.)
All in all, it was magical. Awkwardly magical. But I am definitely adding it to my amazon.com shopping cart in the morning. There is a lot more watching to be done.
xoxo Lola
Friday's Mixed Tape All Across the Sands- The Stone Roses A Well Respected Man - The Kinks Profit in Peace - Ocean Colour Scene The Only Boy Living in New York - Simon & Garfunkel Closer - Joshua Radin I Love You, Awesome - The Phoenix Foundation Funny Shadow - Age Pryor & Tessa Rain 80s Celebration - Reduction Agent Seaside - Luke Buda
Today, my bio class is officially over! This means three whole days and a weekend of nothing to do but what I deem as necessary. And the list stands as thus:
1.) I shall break into the stack of books I bought over the past month at Hastings but never had time to conquer. Books such as:
Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen
Kitsch Deluxeby Lesley Galagher
Cannery Row by John Steinbeck
Lysistrata by Aristophanes
Death of a Salesman by Arthur Miller
Socrates Cafe by Christopher Phillips
The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway
2.) My next mission will be to go to Safeway and buy chocolate chip pancake mix. You cannot possibly hide out in your house with a perfectly good waffle maker on a cold day and not make delicious chocolate chip belgian waffles.
3.) I will crack down on the three movies that just came in from Netflix that I never bothered to watch. Or rewatch in my case.
Band of Outsiders (Bande 'a part)
Coffee and Cigarettes
and...The Boyfriend
4.) I will have to listen to all my new Carla Bruni CDs.
5.) Lastly, I shall take disturbingly long bubble baths with my buddy, Mr. Bubble.
And now, I must head off to work. For two hours. Then I shall return and begin my list.
I've switched blogs again, more in my favour than yours, but who really reads this rubbish anyhow? Personally, I think its just a way for me to remember what I did or was thinking at the time, because let's face it...I'm developing early senility.
In fact, I think we all are. I blame television. And cell phones. All brainwashing us into senility. But that's another discussion. I'm here to congratulate myself on blog number...oh what is the tally up to now? Oh, well we won't bother will we?
Today is Super Tuesday. Yeah, the election whatnot. Some moron in my Biology class thought it was the actual election. It's only February, you twit. This is not the real election. Don't people pay attention? Humans are so unrealistically stupid. But come on, you have to admit, Super Tuesday? How awesome of a name is that? I think every Tuesday should be called Super Tuesday. Hey, and if it catches on, we can have Whimsical Wednesday, Totally Thursday, and Fantastic Friday. Tell me you aren't just eating this up?
I've been horribly grumpy as of late. The weather here is subzero, making it absolutely impossible to go outside, wear my new Jeffrey Campbell heels, or most importantly, stay warm. I can't blog without the aid of a space heater by my side, bundled in my sailor hoodie. It's no wonder I want to move to the desert so badly. In fact, to make myself feel warmer, I bought a whole little community of house variety potted cactus.
Cactus are so cute. I even named them. (the cold is driving me to insanity) But honestly, cable sucks and my only other options of afternoon activities in Montana include taking a two hour long searing hot bath, or ice fishing. And, well, I got over my bath phase after the influenza. And ice fishing sounds horrendously boring, slimy, and cold.
And besides, who wants to read a blog about ice fishing? I couldn't even stand writing one.
Anyway, I better get back to studying for my Biology final. The horror. I spent the entire day doing absolutely nothing except staring at ficlets and downloading music. But really, I should study.
And now I leave you with:
The Super Tuesday Mix Tape! (A Collection of Music Dedicated to Tuesday) There She Goes Again - The Velvet Underground & Nico Me And Julio Down By The Schoolyard - Paul Simon The Day We Caught The Train - Ocean Colour Scene As Long As You're There - The Partridge Family My Sweet Lord - George Harrison Time's a Wastin' -Carl Smith & June Carter Positively 4th Street - Bob Dylan Little Bit You, Little Bit Me - The Monkees America - Simon & Garfunkel Down By the River - Neil Young Morning Girl - Shawn Cassidy
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