Everything That Was Cool, Is Now Deck

my shoutout to everyone, everywhere : D

2008-04-24T21:10:00.001-07:00

yeah, its really dark, and i have scary eyes, but it was heartfelt, really.

ce jeu

2008-04-23T15:20:00.002-07:00

So get this. I spend my entire morning from wake to work fighting my way through at hazardous Montana blizzard being pelted with icy, evil flecks of snow completely sure that my entire day is now ruined solely due to unpredictable weather. So, I get off work, pick up my paycheck, run a few errands, go to the cafe for lunch, and then finally go around to the hospital to pay my outstanding fees. By the time I come out of the office after a fifteen minute wait behind some gothic kid with Marilyn Manson pouring out of his headphones and a disgruntled woman in a patel pantsuit (and I do not jest about these characters) what do I find outside? Sun. Burning down on the entire city, melting the fresh piles of snow into steaming pits that rise from the ground.

Its a miracle. Of course, now its past four o'clock so doing anything fun is quite unreasonable. If you know Montana, then you know what I'm talking about here. The gym is a possibility, seeing as I still have three hours until closing. But anyway...

Class ends tommorow. Well, my drama class anyway. I'm really dreading the art portion. But I'm very glad that drama is over. Now, don't get me wrong, I love drama. But I got stuck taking some lame fundamentals class, i.e. beginners. Which really bummed me out, but I had no other option. I really want to get into a playwriting course next fall. I'm dying to get my plays produced onto the stage. I'm really hoping I made a good impression on Larry to the extent that he may just make it happen.

Which reminds me. I've finally started the edit of the play I'm hoping to produce next fall if everything goes according to plan. I am in love with the play, its really come together quite...interestingly. I just hope its not too controversial for the likes of whomever shall be reading it over. I mean, my lit professor nearly had an aneurism when I presented it to him. Of course, he's a huge fan of Allen Ginsberg and Jack Kerouac, so of course he would be more than enthusiatic about the content...but I'll just have to swing it I guess.

I completely forgot until just now. We're having a women's rights seminar at my university this coming week and I'm supposed to be in one of the performances of the Iraqi women's play. It should be really fun...as long as the stage manager calls me sometime soon. Eek.

Oh, and on a last note, I am now in love with Laura Marling's music, she is a gem. I stumbled upon it recently by chance and I'm liking what I'm hearing. Go look at her myspace.

Cheers.

i can do the frug.

2008-04-19T19:57:00.004-07:00

Well, I can honestly say that the Midori concert last night was absolutely brilliant. Okay, I admit...I fell asleep about a half hour into the show, but it wasn't because I was bored. In all honesty I blame the hour and a half of working out before going that really did it. But luckily, intermission woke me up, so I was able to see the last half. But, seriously, it was really hard sitting through a two hour show when your but muscles are killing you. Damn my love affair with the eliptical machine!

And, it was totally embarrassing too, Jiabao dragged me out of the house before I could finish deciding on what to wear, so I ended up going to the concert in skinny jeans and an Abercrombie hoodie and flip flops. She was still wearing her work clothes, but lucky for her she was wearing her cute H&M sweater...And what is our luck? Nearly everyone was dressed up. Ugh, I made sure we sat in the back. There is nothing worse than being under or over dressed for an occassion. And why the hell was I wearing Abercrombie? If it wasn't enough public humiliation to be wearing my post-gym clothes...

Anyway, I can't seem to stress how impressed I was with the show. She played a lot of the classics, many I recognized, but then she just whipped out this really modern violin piece and I SWEAR everyone was on the edges of their seats. She was so Yoko Ono up there I could have died. She was flailing and plucking and swinging around...it was so magical...and the song! The song was amazing...but as soon as it was over she went back to being all stiff and classical...It was impressive, really.

And I cannot wait for Monday's gym session. I swear, I get cranky when I can't go to the gym...I sound like some kind of freak...but I've been picking really weird vices lately. But I guess being able to do something new, and something beneficial and somewhat social has been fairly good for me. And Angelika, the Ukranian woman that I work with has been coming with me, so we can Stair Master while we make fun of people and talk about cute lifeguards and how much ex boyfriends suck. Ah, I love her.

Anyway, I should probably call and see when I'm working tommorow so I can see whether or not I should go to sleep now, or stay up and watch Once, which I bought two weeks ago, and never bothered watching. But, i'll let you know how it goes when I finally crack it open.

G'night.

don't you evah

2008-04-18T17:17:00.002-07:00

Alright, alright. I know. I havent posted since March 16. I'm a loser. But I guess I had good reasoning...with the whole breakup that I thought would be okay, but turned out to be this big, ugly, huge disgusting montster that got way out of control and ate half of Tokyo...

It wasn't pretty, let me tell you. I guess that's why I haven't blogged, or even really written anything decent in a month. I just haven't had the motivation. But I'm back, over the whole ordeal, coming way out on top and I'm just more fabulous than ever. I really should swear off guys for awhile...I mean, I really could do it...

Okay, okay...so I went on a "sorta date" the other day. "Sorta date" as in we met for coffee, I got a cappuccino, he ordered nothing and we talked about Lomography and working out and Spoon...so overall it went well. Except I'm curious as to why a college football player is asking me out for a 'sorta date' in the first place. And why he texts me all throughout the day...its like, the Twilight Zone or something.

Oh, well, nevermind that. I'm getting ready for a concert tonight, going to see...Midori. She's like some 'semi-famous' violinist...sounds slightly promising. Rob at the record shop promised me it would be good, then suckered me into buying two tickets...I really should get over that girlish crush I have on him...Besides, I'd probably rather go to the gym and hop on the eliptical machine for a couple hours instead of sitting in a crowded theatre listening to classical music...alright, not that I don't appreciate it, I have thousands of classical albums in my collection...I just have to be in a really perspective mood to listen to it.

So, I've been frequenting the gym a lot lately. Its become my serious vice aside from Kimya Dawson and gummi bears since well...last month's ordeal. I love it though, everyone is so awesome there and I just love running for hours until I feel like I could die. And they have a seriously cute lifeguard (you can see the pool from the gym) that I can ogle at while I'm jogging. The only downside is the creepy guys who stare at me while I'm there...its just freaky.

Anyway, Jiabao is coming down the street, I can see her car, I really should head out for the concert...let's hope it keeps my attention.

xoxo.

I Want You Around

2008-03-16T20:08:00.001-07:00

Riff and I have similar fantasies apparently. I love the part where they're all in the bathroom. Cute.

Bittersweet

2008-03-15T13:03:00.001-07:00

This song is so amazing.

"I'm A Moon Around You" - 22-Pistepirkko

Shake It.

2008-03-14T13:29:00.003-07:00

Ah, its Nikki & the Corvettes finally! Took me ages to get a copy of their album on CD, I am just completely in love with them. Its hard to find late 70s girl rock that actually is woth a damn. But they are absolutely ADORABLE. And I was flipping through the leaflet and they are so cute it kills, mostly because of their outfits, shorts with strap heels and berets and the cutest haircuts. Come on, its awesome. They're kind of like the female version of the Ramones.

You wouldn't believe it, but the sun came out today. I thought this was some kind of good sign. I visited Dave today, actually I woke him up to tell him some idiotic story like always. He was pretty cool about it, but Jesus, its so awkward. It might take awhile to get back to being the Platonic Pair again...but whatever.

I'm just happy that its sunny and I've got great girl rock, and semi-plans this weekend. Holy shit, its Friday, I forgot! Augh, I have to work a double today, I hope the SDMB isn't there. Maybe the SDT will be there, at least he's bearable. But only bearable. I mean, I can only stand so many corny jokes before I feel like puking.

Wish me luck!

xoxo

Lola

On Breakups and Beach Parties

2008-03-13T17:43:00.004-07:00

Well, someone finally cracked. Dave broke up with me yesterday, after two years. It was really, really devastating because he didn't say anything the entire time, everything was just normal and as soon as I was on my way out the door he blurted it out. I had some kind of idiotic panic attack and got mascara all over his shirt and then ran all the way home. I'm trying my hardest not to go over there and talk to him. But, I can't.

He's my best friend, which is even worse. So, I have pretty much nobody to talk to about it except my blog. Whatever, I'm getting better. I actually feel a lot better than I did this morning. I felt like I was being held underwater, and it sucked. Maybe he'll still talk to me, I mean I don't know what I'll do without being able to drag somebody to coffee at weird hours and watch my stupid movies with and talk about comic books.

He was really stressing the "I want to be your friend" crap. So, maybe I still have that, because I'm screwed otherwise. Today, I went searching through my phone book looking for people to do stuff with but its completely empty sans Maggie and Jiabao, who pretty much work whenever I'm off...and they don't speak English, and they hate coffee. This is really depressing.

I think this is why people are so crazy. I think this is the first breakup where I actually cared about the person. It was really scary, really really scary. Scary as in listening to Petula Clark albums on repeat for hours and hours kind of scary. I guess I kind of understand why people are so bitchy all the time. Ah, to relate to the world with our heartbreak.

Anyway, I've found some solid coping methods, such as watching the entire Beach Party film series. Nothing lifts my spirits better than Eric Von Zipper and the crazy groovy butt shaking dancing. Ah...and I went shopping on amazon.com and finally bought myself the Jack Kerouac collection on CD. I think that I kind of needed it at that point. I listened to all the tracks online and completely forgot how miserable I was. (He had the sexiest voice ever.)

Now, I'm completely obsessed with Hal Liffson's 1966 compilation. We'll see what the week brings now with my new obsessions and sudden change.

xoxo

Lola

In The Navy

2008-03-12T15:04:00.001-07:00

I love this film! The Andrew Sisters are deck.

How to be Fabulous

2008-03-12T14:46:00.001-07:00

I heart Party Monster.

Living in a Ghostly World

2008-03-11T22:26:00.003-07:00

I swear, I'm going insane. Today I wanted nothing more than to lock myself behind a door and read for hours on end, and I would have to, if the world would have permitted it to be. I get so caught up in things like books that for the short duration that I read one (or five at a time) I become so completely absorbed in the story, the characters, that I really lose all sense of self. Its really amazing how much literature can affect me sometimes. I nearly go into comas after reading anything by Chuck Palahniuk, I sometimes go nearly frantic after reading Daniel Clowes...Its like being out of body I guess.

But I'm having an Enid day today. I locked myself up directly after getting home from work and cuddled up with a nice viewing of Ghost World. Its kind of like comfort food for me, except I don't eat a bunch of really gross food. I just sort of watch my life interpreted for film. It's amazing how alike the character Enid and I are. It scares me sometimes, but we pretty much have the same problems, the same creepy fetishes, and odd sense of style. Its incredible. And creepy. Should I take up a hobby? Make some friends?

That also hit me tonight, alone, reading under a lamp. Do I really have any social contact aside from work? Eek. I'm a total loner. I'm some kind of eccentric curiosity that people laugh upon. I'm a novelty for onlookers. Jesus. Maybe I just hate people or something. I really can't stand being around crowds of total idiotic morons.

And they are. I sometimes dread going to class in the morning because I feel like I'm somehow trasnported back to kindergarten, except nobody speaks Spanish and there aren't any H.R. Pufnstuff references. But these people are in an age range from 18-30 and they act like total degenerate losers. I seriously swear that they poke, and giggle and run around the classroom. Sometimes, I wonder if I was accidentally put in special ed or something. They're a bunch of remedial fuckups and losers.

I hate it. I hate that I can't relate to a single goddam person in my own generation.

Fuck it.

xoxo

Lola

Just A Little Infatuation

2008-03-11T09:58:00.003-07:00

This week is dragging on so badly. I'm just dying. Sometimes, holiday breaks really suck. But, it gives me an opportunity to sleep constantly and shop for pointless things on Amazon. And who doesn't appreciate that?

I saw Dave yesterday. Well, actually I went and visited him at his apartment. He was less than enthusiastic, even though I brought him a ton of sci-fi to keep him busy on his day off. Despite how nice and thoughtful I can be, I don't think people really ever truly appreciate my efforts. Whatever, he's just oblivious I suppose. Maybe its all the pot smoke inhilation.

I decided to focus my interest on things other than men, well, aside from David Bowie and Nick Drake and all my other 70s icon infatuations. But, I really need to get out once in awhile. Work keeps me confined in this town, and making leaving near to impossible. Plus there isn't anyone who would go on an adventure with me. Apparently nobody likes roadtrips.

Speaking of roadtrips. I'm trying to get my way into one this summer. To the homeland. I really need to get back there and regain my native tongue, and see everyone important. Ah, that would be amazing. I can't wait for summer. We're kind of on the verge of spring right now, but I'm just squirming around waiting for the sun to come out.

Shit, I'm late for work.

xoxo

Lola

On Brigitte and Politics.

2008-03-09T20:22:00.003-07:00

I'm still trying to get used to the time change. Ack, its so annoying though. It's like changing times zones....ugh. Anyway, the SDMB was gone today! So, I had a spectacular day since I got to work with Josh and David. They're pretty much amazing and really fun to work with.

Ugh, Dave hasn't talked to me in two weeks. Whatever. I'll just leave a mixed tape in his mailbox and maybe that will get the point across. Oh my god, I'm so into sixties surf music lately, I think I'm having frightening childhood flashbacks or something. I'm too kitsch for my own good sometimes.

I'm taking my camera out tommorow, since the weather has turned for the best and there's no school or work. I just think that I've run out of creative things to photograph since Anne and Kate went postal. Maybe I'll come up with something bizarre.

Speaking of bizzare. I just discovered the best dance club song EVER. Brigitte Bardot's "Contact", which is actually on my playlist. Brigitte is so deck. If I ever open up a cafe with my inheritance, I will so play that all the time. Oh yeah, and I just ordered a Brigitte compiliation which comes in...tommorow! I forgot to check if that song is on it. I think it has an amazing music video as well, which I would post if youtube would allow it, but I think there's some connection error that is not allowing me to post videos anymore. So midtown...

You know what sucks? Television. Tonight for the first time in ages, I actually sat down in front of the tv, and we have like 700 channels and nothing was good. It was either pornographic, boring, car crashes, or reality tv. Even the MTV classics was showing another damned Prince movie. Like we care. Now I know why I never watch it. Although, I've been kind of an election nerd as of late, and I think I know where I stand...I'm really hoping Obama takes a drop since all that investigative reasearch aired the other night. I really don't want him getting the nomination. He seems like such a poseur...and his wife is so trying to be Jackie O. There is only one Jackie, and frankly, she will never be that.

So, let's hope Hillary kicks his ass so that I don't have to vote for that corpse McCain. Do we seriously need another hardcore Christian conservative muddling things up? Plus, he's like, ancient, how long could he possibly last? And his wife creeps me out. Eek.

Whatever. They all kind of suck, but some more than others. But that's my opnion.

I have to go make a mixed tape.

xoxo

Lola

In the future will there be future-retroism?

2008-03-07T18:06:00.006-07:00

Eeek! I just ordered a stack of albums today, I'm tremendously excited. I wonder if they'll give me my show back at the radio station...I'd be willing to take the job back since that creep Marshall moved to California because he thought someone was going to kill him. Seriously, having a freaky obsession with a radio show host is bizarre. And who wears rainbow suspenders anymore? He was so fin. But I miss my show. The Lola Show really needs to come back, I've gotten so many emails of people begging me to bring back the show because they miss my music, my rants, my poetry readings, and all my freaky guest stars.

I miss my freaky guest stars! Haha, that one guy was really awesome, he looked like some kind of cheesy 70s porn star, and he would bring in a guitar and jam out to Johnny Cash and he was so creepy. He would write me love notes in the computer lab. Eek. Oh, and Jay, he would argue with me on the show for two hours while he played the instrumentals to 80s power ballads on my acoustic. That stuff was jazzy. I miss the good 'ol days.

But it also sucked sometimes because I would have drunken jocks and idiots calling into the station all the time telling me I'm some kind of psychopath for playing Sonic Youth and Astrud Gilberto. What a bunch of frados! At least my show didn't have three hour marathon listenings of death metal like all the other shows. Well, you have to admit, Panxie really does give a kick ass show.

Anyway, Photo Shoot # 5 starts next week. I'm going mad trying to get everything together. I managed to score some deck vintage clothes from the thrift shop, and I've actually got a rack started. I just have to sit in front of my sewing machine all weeked getting them altered so they'll fit on the girls. I've never had more excited models since Anne and Kate. I'm still debating the location, though. I'm trying to aim for the old railroad building covered in grafitti, to maybe give its some edge. Or the Uni. I don't know. But I should.

I went to the diner this morning, but Dave wasn't there, which was depressing. I miss stalking him at his work. But I did get mauled by Kyle, so, whatever. And I got some of their coffee, which I have come to believe is the best crappy diner coffee I have ever drank.

Ack, and I found out Wes Anderson has a new movie out, The Darjeeling Limited, I'm freaking out, I have to see it, Jason Swartzman has undeniable sex appeal, and any Wes Anderson movie is amazing anyway. But come on...Jason Swartzman! I think I'm going to go rent it RIGHT NOW.

xoxo Lola

On 27 Dresses, Spring Break, Party Monster, and Being Cold

2008-03-06T23:29:00.004-07:00

The scene is dead. Quite literally, I might add. It's now finally March, the coldest, saddest month of the year in Montana. Why, you might ask? For some reason, the weather starts to play its evil little tricks, bright sunny days of bitter cold, frozen streets, and no spring break trip to the desert.

Yeah, Dave and I can't go roadtripping like we planned. Mostly, this is due to the fact that I got my hospital bill for a $3,000 MRI. That's so midtown. That, and the SDMB is now not giving vacation time anymore because we all got strep at the same time and nobody showed up to work for a week. It's really depressing. I'm so tired of being cold all the time. Is there seriously a place you can live that is a comfortable temperature all year long? The Amazon perhaps? I actually have dreams all the time that I live in the Amazon. How weird is that? Maybe my subconcious is trying to make me feel warmer when I'm sleeping. That's really thoughtful of it.

I actually had to wear a hoodie to bed last night. It's that cold. And I had the thermostat on 70, too. My house has weird technologically advanced heating run on some kind of computer that shuts the heat off at weird hours. Tell me why I moved to an ICE BOX?

That's one major thing I miss about life in California, its still kind of warm in the winter, and summers are godlike. I miss humidity. People think I'm insane, but I do, its so very dry in Montana. You have to buy shares from lotion companies to stay hydrated.

Anyway, tonight I indulged in some mainstream filth, I watched 27 Dresses with Maggs at the theatre. Since this podunk cinema only shows two films at a time it was between that and The Bucket List, which looked completely midtown and I hate Jack Nicholson, he's so annoying. Plus it looked annoyingly sappy and pathetic. Not that 27 Dresses didn't have innumerable flaws, at least there was a sexy man or two and adorable Katherine Heigl wearing the cutest outfits to look at.

Oh my god, I finally got a new copy of Party Monster today. I LOVE that movie. And it was only like three dollars on Amazon. Steal. And I got my Logan's Run today. But I'm SO PISSED! They changed the cover on the new re-release of it, and its so not 70s and colourful like the old one. Its all H.R. Geiger and dark looking and it just REALLY pissed me off. Why do we have to go around changing things that are already deck to begin with.

Which reminds me...film remakes. WHYYYY? Is Hollywood so desperate for ideas that they have to keep remaking already perfect movies??? And usually, the remakes are so outrageous, like they're trying WAY too hard to make it better or something that it completely ruins the whole point the film is making. I hear that not only are they remaking Logan's Run, but Barbarella too? What the fuck? If they do, I will lose all hope in the film industry.

Ah, okay, rant over. So, classes finished today. I'm really depressed because spring break is next week and I've only had two classes since my month long winter break...how many breaks does a person need? I'm still getting over jet lag from last time, and I would rather just take another class than have to work for a week with the SDMB. And, my next class is photography, so I'm going to have anxiety attacks until I can get back into the photo lab. I miss it so much. And they close the damned campus over break, so we can't have any seaunces in there either.

Oh, and I've found more people who have experienced the paranormal in the old main hall. I swear, its insane, and they all have the same exact stories and we've all just met. Which is weird, and their all from different years and its just crazy that they all go to the piano music up in the tower. Freaky.

Well, I've got some youtubing to do...

xoxo Lola

Divine!

2008-03-05T22:41:00.000-07:00

Oh halleluiah, I finally found a decent copy of Divine's Native Love today, for $2.99! Ack! How awesome! I've been looking forever, but if I ordered from the record shop the price would have been outrageous. Apparently nobody listens to eighties gay bar dance mixes anymore...

And, I FINALLY got my new copy of Logan's Run, which was extremely exciting seeing as I've been deprived for sometime ever since my sci-fi collection went missing. Tommorow is my day off so I might just have to go to the boy's apartment and set up my own little vintage sci-fi marathon (Barbarella, Logan's Run, One Million Years BC, A Boy and His Dog, etc.)

Oh, and FINALLY my town opened a new photo processing store. FINALLY AFTER FIVE MONTHS OF PHOTO DEVELOPING DEPRIVATION!!! I can't believe the drugstore sold out to some sickening corporation. A sickening corporation that doesn't believe in quality photo processing, or selling camera equiptment, and replacing all of the pharmacy staff who knew me by name. Evil, I tell you. Bunch of sell-outs though. But, I should just be grateful that I can get back to my picture taking frenzy again. AND the new photo place is right under the boy's apartment, how awesome is that? Now, I can visit them while I wait for my photos. Eeek.

We had the first full run through for the play today. Whatshisface finally started acting like a human, well, a semi, less judegmental human. And I met this adorable guy backstage and we talked forever about our paranormal experiences, which was kind of weird, but amazing at the same time. I hope we have more backstage conversations in the future.

Aaaaaaah. I need to work on my journal for class tommorow. It's pretty much done, but to me, nothing is ever really perfect.

I should get on that.

xoxo Lola

From the List of Odd Things I Want to Buy

2008-03-01T22:01:00.000-07:00

Enid Doll! Yeah, sounds super stupid right? Super kitsch, super vinyl, super fucking awesome are by far better ways to describe the Enid doll. I mean, this is almost better than Blythe...okay, almost. But really, Enid and I are kindred spirits. We belong together.

Remember my Blythe obsession though? I think that's one of the things from my childhood that never went away, like my obsession with Hello Kitty. But really who couldn't love a doll that has huge eyes that change colour? Really...Blythe goes hand in hand with my Polaroid camera and Sharpie collection, and my black book. Necessary things. Kind of like how William S. Burroughs carried around a box of "important/necessary things" wherever he went. My purse is filled with stuff like that. Except, I don't know what Burroughs might have carried around with him, I wonder if I could research that. People always ask me why I carry such a big bag (as in airline carry on size bag) everywhere. Necessity, I always say. And you know what? I never go anywhere unprepared. My bag has it all.

But mostly stuff that I could appreciate. Mostly books and cameras and writing/painting supplies. For some reason, over the past week, I've been keeping a pallette knife in my bag...For some reason I have this fear that I might one day need to paint acryllics and not have a pallette knife handy. It could happen, really it could.

But yes, I always have a copy of Ghost World, Howl, and Franny and Zooey in my bag, alongside with some kind of book on Zen Buddhism, or whatever Asian religion or philosophy I'm into that week. I think this week is a Hare Krishna book, but who knows...And I always have my Buddha pendant and other miscellaneous religious kitsch. I think one week I carried around a Saint Guadalupe candle for no reason. Am I absent minded or what?

But back to Blythe. I'm working on a photo project, a very cliche Blythe project of photographing your Blythe in various places. Its kind of like a cult thing. But, hey, I'm a photography major, so I guess it counts as art. And anyway, I remembered back to my old Blythe doll from when I was seven, and how Steinbeck accidentally decapitated her in my grandmother's art studio after a very serious game of super modeling with my Twiggy doll. Obviously Twiggy won...I guess death qualifies as disqualification in super modeling competitions. Oh well, as Deb. Harry always said, die young, stay pretty. Blythe rests peacefully, buried under my grandmother's grapefruit tree somewhere in central California. Is it normal that seven year olds have doll funerals?

God, no wonder Steinbeck and I are so fucked up.

Shit, I have to be at work at 6am. Damned SDMB!

xoxo

Lola

Lost In the Supermarket

2008-02-26T08:03:00.000-07:00

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.

Cheers,

Lola

Thursday Tell Me Syndrome

2008-02-21T15:57:00.000-07:00

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.

xoxo Lola

Updates on 'Tell Me Syndrome'

2008-02-20T21:53:00.000-07:00

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....

Help.

Tell Me

2008-02-18T18:41:00.000-07:00

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.

Help.

Reasons Why I Shouldn't Have the JadeWorld Channel

2008-02-17T11:20:00.001-07:00

I get sucked into watching Star King. This show is SOOOO hilarious. And this little kid is totally my hero.

Wet Blanket

2008-02-17T11:05:00.001-07:00

What a better way to start it off than with kiwipop. The Chills are pretty badass.

早晨!

2008-02-16T09:23:00.000-07:00

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.

Well, yeah. More on that later.

xoxo Lola

It's Proof That I'm Becoming More Asian...

2008-02-16T09:18:00.001-07:00

...When I can actually sing and dance to this by heart. Also proof that I stay up to late at night watching Korean pop.

xoxo Lola

AWESOMNESS.

2008-02-16T08:48:00.001-07:00

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.

xoxo Lola

Spontaneous Salute to Leftover Spaghetti

2008-02-16T00:44:00.001-07:00

This book is fucking awesome. Just wanted to share that. And to think, it was in a dumpster?! Not like I was digging through it or anything...

Chinese Lessons

2008-02-16T00:13:00.000-07:00

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.

xoxo Lola

Zhi dui ni you gan jue!!!

2008-02-16T00:00:00.001-07:00

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.

xoxo Lola

Chappaqua

2008-02-12T19:55:00.001-07:00

I intend to perform this for class tomorrow. Give everyone a little jolt.

Oh TVC15!

2008-02-10T22:37:00.000-07:00

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.

Goodnight,

Lola

Delusional Winter Dreams

2008-02-09T21:29:00.000-07:00

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.

Big red hearts,

Lola

Something Awesome

2008-02-09T10:50:00.001-07:00

Something horribly cute about this.

quelque chose de beau

2008-02-09T09:33:00.001-07:00

J'aime Carla Bruni ! Cette vidéo de musique est si beau, sa voix est si calmante. Elle me rappelle Charlotte Gainsbourg, mais presque meilleur.

Eagle vs Shark

2008-02-08T23:18:00.000-07:00

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

Electric Barbarella

2008-02-08T18:06:00.001-07:00

I don't know what it is, but I love this song.

A Winter List

2008-02-06T10:04:00.000-07:00

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 Deluxe by 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.

So, I leave you with the mix tape of the day.

Wednesday's Mix Tape

Mon Amour Mon Ami - Carla Bruni

Lions - Pavement

Baby Pop - France Gall

In The Winter - Janis Ian

Requeim Por Un Con - Serge Gainsbourg

Waiting For the Carnival - The Rosebuds

Soda Shop - Jay Brannan

Sunshine - Sparklehorse

Find Our Way - Apples in Stereo

Super Tuesday

2008-02-05T19:56:00.001-07:00

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

xoxo Lola