a girl in my literary criticism class died yesterday in that wreck.

wow.

i find that new campbell's commercial really creepy. the one with the tomato soup people at the carnival. it's not so much the fact that there are tomato soup people as the fact that all the "water" is tomato soup, too. so, wouldnt that be like...tomato soup people blood? i dunno.



"i'll teach you how to swim if you turn the bad in me into good again."

so, a chicken and an egg are lying in bed together. the chicken looks angrily at the egg as the egg takes a long drag from a cigarette and says "well, that pretty much answers that question."


hahahahahaha!

is it just me, or is john cusack still super cute?

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070712/ap_on_el_pr/edwards_poverty_tour

kind of a bummer to think that he's coming here because the area's so poor...but i guess we take what we can get, eh?

i'm going with me mum and sis.

the new harry potter movie...

EFFIN AWESOME!

i wish i could take in and love all the stray animals.

val is due back home tomorrow.

i'm scared.

um...sooo...

colin meloy of the decemberists is apparently doing the voice of "lil' jeb" when jeb becomes smarter in one instance on comedy central's new series "lil' bush". he also does the voice of some kid named "nigel". pretty random.

i was going through my old myspace blogs and found this:

****Aside on Francois McCourt****

Francois McCourt was born in Belfast, Ireland to a French mother and Irish father. He quit school at the age of 10 to "smoke some fags and drink all the whiskey and tea he could manage". Because of his immense animal taming abilities, he became a member of the circus at age 15 but was fired a few months later for "inappropriate behavior with the lions". Following the termination of his career, he traveled the vast continent of Europe with a nomadic group of gypsies. In the group he performed odd jobs for (and on) people and would play his piccolo or accordion for a price. He also developed a talent for biting cheese into miraculous shapes. McCourt was tragically murdered for thieving some bread and cheese from London shopkeeper Margo Salsberry. Margo was never charged with any crime and received no punishment for Francois was thought only as a lowly, stinking tramp. However, had he not been murdered, he would not have been long for this world for he was known to "swim in both streams" and "play with any trout if you catch my drift" and had acquired several previously unheard of STD's from the extremely unsanitary conditions . Francois now serves as Kim and Kayla's balloon skeleton.
oy vey.

i dont know how you only children do it. i'm already bored and lonely.

so, i might be working at movie gallery now. maybe. they called me today, but i wasnt home so i have to call them back tomorrow.

i dont know how i feel about this. working at j.c. penney pretty much scarred me.

i'll have to remember to ask for the 23rd (or whenever achs graduation is), june 10th, june 19th, and maybe the 26th.

i refuse to begin working before next monday. definitely refuse.

i dont know why my parents are on my case to have a job. val didnt have a job until freaking last summer. psh.


i havent made an entry in a long, lone time.

me: “can you imagine what it would be like to meet someone you idolize and then find out they smell really bad or something? they would be humanized pretty quickly, huh?”

chris: “ yeah, like that time i met john slone”

me: “…he doesn’t smell bad…”

chris: “no, no! he smells just fine, i’m sure. i was just disappointed that he wasn’t a pokemon”

me: “…WHAT?!”

chris: “…because on johnsloneboard his little picture was a pokemon so i had high hopes. i was going to bring my master pokemon ball and catch him for good.”

mother EFF is blog things getting carried away.

happy holidays.

i had a dream the other night that it was "wave at people day" (clever, i know) at morehead. this meant you had to wave at people on the sidewalk to try and make new friends and i waved at this boy with antlers and then he started talking to me. flash to a window with "reindeer boy" written in cursive on the panes. i instantly know this is reindeer boy. he invites me to come watch him work (random, i know, but it was a dream). he works at the haunted house of a carnival, we talk about music and the dream ends.

last night i dream again. i'm trying to tell maggie, kayla, and val about reindeer boy but they wont listen to me and then rocky (not champion, but kid here) comes in and keeps telling me to shut up and saying i dont know anything about reindeer boy and shouldn't be his friend. i keep defending reindeer boy but it does no good. flash to me talking to reindeer boy. i scratch my forehead and dry skin floats into the air like snow. then i try to impress him by saying the alphabet backwards. the letters come out in a line, curving up and down like a mountain range and are silver in color. dream ends.

pretty strange, no? i hope i keep dreaming about reindeer boy. those dreams are pretty awesome.

pourd member of SAFT (http://www.moreheadstate.edu/iwsp/index.aspx?id=6202)

important dates in the near future:

oct. 3rd

the crane wife is released (officially, *wink, wink*)
the decemberists perform on late night with conan o'brien

nov. 10
i head to columbus to see THE DECEMBERISTS live AGAIN. oh, how to contain this excitement?!?!?!

nov. 15th
i MIGHT be going to see death cab for cutie. still uncertain.

EVERYONE must watch this. EVERYONE.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-yGpZLIltZ8