LOVED Art Brut. Wish I had put their CD back on my iPod when it got erased and was a bit fresher on their stuff but the lead singer was everything I thought he'd be plus bonus personality.
SO thanful I got We Are Scientists from Paige or else it would've been less fun. Really like their music. Clearly from L.A. with that fucking hipster neck bandana kerchif thing going on.
And the bassist... this man... ay ay ay. Knew how to move. All 140 lbs of him. I've never seen a band get on stage wit 2 of the members having this big ole glass of wine. Delicious.
I dare you not be aroused.
Anyways The Spinto Band, Art Brut, We Are Scientist. Good show. Check them out.
A Nerd is someone who is passionate about learning/being smart/academia. A Geek is someone who is passionate about some particular area or subject, often an obscure or difficult one. A Dork is someone who has difficulty with common social expectations/interactions. You scored better than half in Nerd, earning you the title of: Pure Nerd.
The times, they are a-changing. It used to be that being exceptionally smart led to being unpopular, which would ultimately lead to picking up all of the traits and tendences associated with the "dork." No-longer. Being smart isn't as socially crippling as it once was, and even more so as you get older: eventually being a Pure Nerd will likely be replaced with the following label: Purely Successful.
Congratulations!
Also, you might want to check out some of my other tests if you're interested in any of the following:
So I was supposed to come home, relax a bit, plug out an LJ entry I had brewing in me noggin and then leave for dance. But after leaving work promptly at six, I got home at 6:45 and needed to leave for ballet at 7. No time. And I'm so tired (dragging). Not quite sure why (maybe it's because i woke up at 8am), but I just needed a break, some time to process and allow myself the freedom to think. (I was going to add 'and get away from a computer for awhile' ...bwhahahahah, right)
So, that and a guy from work is playing with his band later and I wanted to make sure to go. Turns out the venue is in the mission too, so I'm a happy camper. Not far to travel. I always imagine a cab ride home which gets $$.
Original train of thought: I'm such a girl. It mostly drives me nuts. Esp Mr Singer/Songwriter. Now, we haven't had a real conversation since that fateful night (minus the obligatory, hey how are you kind of thing in passing at work) and today was the first day he was at work all week. I honestly don't quite fully understand my reaction to him. Whenever I see him at work I get a SHOT of adrenaline. a friggen SHOT. I thought it was the half cup of coffee I had today that put me so on edge, but with all the adrenaline pumping, it wouldn't suprise me at all if his presence was what was pushing me over the edge. I was so figety and quasi-angsty about my state of being that I could barely focus. This is aside from that fact that most of the days work was agonizingly frusterating and awful*.
Staying on focus... I don't even like the guy really. On a scale of 1-someone I could really get into, he's a 4, TOPS. He's too feminine for me, is constantly on the phone with someone(s) having semi-weird, sketch conversations, and doesn't attempt to even talk to me (no initiative for someone wanted to 'see my place' winkwink). I think I scare him kinda. Believe you/me, it wouldn't be the first time i've intimidated someone. i don't exactly have the friendly vibes radiating and I tend to freak out even in the small "hey, how ya doing" conversations (I know you didn't think something that stupid is possible, but yes, I get nervous [whhhhhhhhy] and can barely mummble out the same thing he just said to me). Anyways, it just bugs me that his presence sets me off in some way. I think it's mostly my complete lack of anything romantic (without regards to that unfortunate night with the short yuppie). Now were're getting to why I'm so annoyed with myself...
I have this complete inability to keep myself from using guys as some sort of entertainment. It's not even the thought of a potential relationship (ok, well maybe just a tiny tiney little bit). My subconscious seems to be friggen running our interactions (however short they might be) as some sort of attention (and I'm such a sucker for that) which gives me a jolt . And clearly, something to obsess about. How annoying. And I don't know how things are gonna be (ohhh, about the same) when he's on tour for a month. Seriously, the idea of him being at work is enough for me to spend 5 more minutes in the morning to look super-nice.
See? Isn't this sad and pathetic? Shouldn't I be embarassed?
And getting my nose pierced has thwarted one of my favorite activities. Picking my nose. Ok, just kidding... or am I?
Oh shit, it's 8 alreayd. My how time flies when I'm being all navel-gazey and obsessing.
Allow me to clarify my use of obsess. I mean it strictly in the way someone from Clueless would mean it. As a totally aside comment not well thought through. A very superficial meaning. Flippantly. Not seriously obsessing, just spending a little more time than I'd like to about a subject that I would generally disregard completely except it's been driving me minorly nuts.
When I left work, he had packed up and was talking to our non-receptionist (she gets all upset when someone says she's a receptionist but she friggen answers phones, delivers mail, etc... yeah, i know, she s a receptionist). Anyways, he was talking to her, i walked by and left, left the building and when i'm waiting at the corner light to cross, i see him leaving a catching up. I was on the phone at the time and so as per usual, we didn't interact unless totally necessary. And so I thought he might be behind me but whatever, he knows its me, and I don't quite know he's right behind me. Eventally we get to the next block (i'm no longer on the phone) and as he's turning left, he taps my shoulder and waves while walking. What the hell? It was like, all of 200 ft we would've talked, no friggen biggie. Even chickeny lil ole me woulda jogged 2 steps to say hey and chit-chat. And this is from someone who hates chit-chat, that's just common dur. At any rate, he chooses the shoulder tap walk-away approach, so whatever.
And the the whole not-interact thing is so wimpy and chicken shit, I have little to no tolerance. Even if he doesn't want to get in my pants, continually ignoring one another is exhausting.
Ok, now I'm done over-analyzing and getting pissed off at my sill subconscious reaction to him. It's silly, it really is.
I really need to do some thrift shopping. I'm not feeling my current gear at all. Word on the street has it that the box-o-stuff my mom shipped should be here any day now. Oh and I just had something pop into my head.
I wanna throw this out there so I pretty much never have to think about it again. And I'm pretty sure this person is no longer my LJ friend but I wanna hand out a big ole fat FUCK YOU out to the person that squeeled to Jenna Windram (whatever the hell her name is, she's Gatti's lil darlin) about what I wrote in a post AWHILE ago. I went back and tried to find it, but I'm pretty sure in the paranoid aftermath I experienced, I erased it totally. Which I'm a little sad about. It was a pretty good rant. At any rate, it was a rant. And just that... a rant. And newsflash for you, I might not know the girl, but I've seen her bald patches and while the hoe, slut, hooker, whatever phrases I tossed out in my rage, however they might not be true, assuredly the eating disorder one is. So shame on you for telling her, putting me in the uncomfortable position of defending, in essence, what I think of as one of my private diaries that I share with only my buddies online. What a lame fucking thing to do. And you pretty much deserve to have your puny little 'faggoty ball' (to quote the movie Snatch) pulled out from under your big fat fucking stomach and slicked off you piece of shit. I always felt violated for that. She didn't really need to see that. I didn't really need to explain it in front of someone I was a baby-step away from dating (Stephen, HA, what a joy that ended up being) and new members. I don't do this kind of thing often, but i feel like putting this up as to clear up some hard feelings from my end. And if you were the person that revealed this to Jenna, than don't even bother removing yourself, because I am so far from caring about most things Stetson right now, that I could give two shits about whoever else you tell. So there.
I must say being pretty much a country away from the only one or two asshole I experienced in Florida is quite liberating. I don't have anyone to impress. No fake picture to paint. Ya'll (for the most part) don't know who the hell I'm talking about and chances are, there won't be much repercussion to letting my true feelings out. Ask whatever questions you will of me, cause I honestly don't care enough (about most things) to lie about things anymore. In fact, I think I'm going to make all my entries public, as opposed to the Friend only that I've regarded for so long. And I think I might just include music too. if you don't mind. Free MP3s if you don't mind.
Whew, this ended up being a bear of a post. Sorry about eating up your friends page, but I'm self-absorbed enough to think that this entry deserves even you scrolling past it. So that's that. Good work, team. And now, to get ready for Overwhelming Colorfast. Whatever the hell that means.
And I'm not gonna get into the sick logic of me doing this, but please, judge me not:
Films: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, The Royal Tenenbaums, Sabrina (1995), American Beauty, Rushmore TV Shows: So You Think You Can Dance, Lost, Nip/Tuck, Rockstar Supernova Actors: Johnny Depp, John Malcovich, John Cusack, Kevin Spacey Actresses: Natalie Portman, Scarlett Johanssen, Audrey Hepburn Bands: The Dismemberment Plan, Radiohead, The Black Angels, The Libertines (and Babyshambles and Dirty Pretty Things too), The Mountain Goats, others Hobbies: Ballet, live music, exploring San Fran Sports to Play: uh, no thanks! Sports Teams: Go Noles! Go Cowboys! Yay Soccer in general! Outdoor Activities: Sunning, sitting, not moving and sometimes boating Music: everything except I'm not a huge electronic, world, inspiration, holiday or blues fan. Yay folk, alt, rock, indie, hippity-hoppity Cereals: Anything with raisins Snacks: cheese, blue corn chips, yogurt covered pretzles Cookies: no particular Candy Bars: Almond Joy, 3 Muskateers, Milky Way Alcoholic Drinks: Crown Royal Non-Alcoholic: San Pelligrino Aranciata, seltzer water with lime/lemon
If anyone can tell me where this is from, alas, you are in as bad of a state as I am.
*I am still very happy at IODA. In fact, I love it. Like the people, the environment, and they haven't even moved me to the intern desk yet. Looks like my potential job is going to be doing music licensing for promotaionl use etc. Interesting, eh? I think so.
So minus that little heroin and crack addiction, Pete Doherty... nice. Veeeery nice. (Nice in a deep sigh and wistful look kind of way). Honestly it's the voice. most people don't, but he definatly sings with an English accent. Good music too. More later in post. He looks relatively clean in this pic. Don't even bother with most of the pics of him though. Like this... He looks AWFUL. And I can identify. I mean, anyone who occasionally drinks heavily knows that you go out too many nights in a row and you're gonna look like shit. That's just the way it goes. Something in the skin, around the eyes, looks terrible. I may not smoke crack or heroin but I've had my share of sweating alcohol mornings.
Speaking of which, I just want to meet some get-drunk friends. usually those aren't supposed to be work people, right? I wouldn't want to concern anyone.
Anyways, What an amusing problem... what if you were addicted to heroine? Would you be unable to put down certain books like Pride & Prejudice, or unable to resist late night Xena re-runs? "Yeah, I can't go near comic book stores, it gets embarassing"
So i went to the Haight today because I wanted to get some stuff from Ameoba Records.
Why do I feel like most people have no idea what I'm talking about. Let me break it down. It's not that I think you're stupid. I think this is mostly from me feeling like everything was foreign not too long ago.
Amoeba Records- huge music store. Kinda reminds me of Empire records but in an old bowling alley and with more morose and hipster employees. Though this last experience was way better than my first.
Haight/Ashbury- where the Hippie was born. I could still buy pot there. Consists of hip-hop guys trying to get me to buy their CD off the street, the willyfully homeless, and that guy asking "can you give me a buck so i can buy a slice? [of pizza]." Not gonna lie, it was pretty brave for me to venture there in the friscalating dusklight. By my lonesome. But again, i attempt the fierce look.
Which has been pretty sucessful. But I don't want to get too cocky. I have only been here a week and a half. But I definatly feel like my country-mouse has been overtaken by my city-mouse. I kinda keep waiting til something goes wrong.
Work is pretty cool. Spent all day looking up people who are attending BlogHer. Yes that's right. A convention for blog women. The interesting thing though is that these women have amazing blogs, websites, expertise, live. So itneresting.
And if I have to see another god-damned Mommy Blog i'm gonna fucking go ber-zerk-ker. ahem. maybe it's because i don't know them, maybe it's not. but all the JavaMama, MommyNeedsWine, CrazedMother, and "I adore my husband and 2.5 kids" is enough to drive me ape-shit. And they ALL include these arty-farty pics of their adorable children doing things that we'd probably want to strangle the kid after 5 minutes in the same room.
And this hadn't occured to me before now, but no Becky, this isn't aimed at you AT ALL. In fact, I LOVE your posts. I look forward to hearing what you've got to say. I adore the updates and stories. So keep it up... if you have time ;)
At any rate. DEATH TO THE MOMMY BLOG. DEATH TO THE FEMINIST/POLITICAL/RACE/FOODIE/TRAVEL/PET BLOGS. In fact, screw all blogs!
Ok, so I'm kind of just kidding... kinda. Seriously, I was inspired by some. For instance, how cool would it be to have your own website that looked like http://silona.com/ I think it's the hat.
Today at work was an interesting lunch. I was almost left behind (yeah, I'm THAT invisible) but once we sat, something interesting happened. On one side were the 3 other interns. Most of which I think are leaving soon. (also interesting, all indian males) On the other side (except Corey, the woman who hired me) was the rest of the marketing team who already work there, and are older and established professional. Not students. I didn't have the clout to talk barely ever. but I liked the current IODA marketing people. It felt like I was sandwiched between the big kids table and the adult table at Thanksgiving (Ok, you KNOW what I'm talking about) and I was supposed to stay at the ankle biter side, but found myself more interested in the old folks.
I just feel like I'm in limbo constantly.
San Francisco is a beautiful city. My appreciation was renewed on the way to the Haight, through the Castro (gay gay gay), over the hills and with a beautiful view. I'm sorry you all are inundated with my updates and obervations and boring blathering, but hey, when you move to a big city without knowing anyone, i think you're allowed somewhere to 'process' too. And somewhere to get feedback from friends. I've been writing quite a bit in my regular journal too. Just when I probably need to be more extroverted and get the heck out there, I become a turtle. introspective and shy.
don't even get me started on shy. I hate when i'm like this.
Today I bought The Libertines self-titled CD as well as one from the Mountain Goats. I am seriously more impressed by the Libertines (Pete Doherty's old band, hence the beginning of the post). And I know the Mountain Goats are a bit out there anyway. I know i'll like it, but I just gotta get in the right mood.
Musically, my taste has never been more confused, finicky, garbled and BOREd. I think thats the key word. Why my two purchases today needed to be music. I'm just not comfortable stealing music from other people at work yet, although there is a BUNCH.
And I tried to buy Rushmore AGAIN. Friggen $20, and it wasn't even the Criterion collection edition. Just the new DVD. Blarg. I'll own you yet! If it's a movie I love, know I'm going to continue loving, and movie I want to own, I just can't bring myself to RENTING it. I might as well just buy it for the $20... seriously.
And i love Gnarls Barkley's Go-Go Gadget Gospel. The other day I stole the St. Elsewhere mix from someone at Ritual (a coffee shop)
Man, I'm tired. Long day.
And I got distracted mid-way through this thing to look up ballet studios who do adult (non-professional) ballet. Think I'm gonna check something out tomorrow. Constantly expanding that comfort zone!
Deep and mysterious, it often seems like no one truly gets you. Inside, you are very emotional and moody - though you don't let it show. People usually have a strong reaction to you... profound love or deep hate. But you can even get those who hate you to come around. There's something naturally harmonious about you.
We played it in high school and I never really got it until I was getting ready to head over to blair's to do some pre senior wills and slamms but I've finally connected with it and without a doubt the perfect song to sum up everything that has happened at stetson...
Frank Sinatra's My Way
Listen to it... it's fabulous and so soulful. I love it.
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