January 2009
Caroline's Guide to the Best Shitty Pop Songs You...
The terrible pop song is an art. However, it is rarely penned by the artist performing it. It needs a bouncy beat. It usually involves lyrics about a really good or really bad relationship. It’s often sung in another language or by a non-native English speaker. It can be heard playing in Charlotte Russe or a similar cheap n trendy store. It MUST be catchy, to the point that you consider...
Just found out TLC has a beauty pageant show called Toddlers and Tiaras. This is one of those times I really miss having television.
(I completely disagree with beauty pageants, but I am so fascinated by them.)
Martha Wainwright - Bleeding All Over You
There...
Do you ever dial a phone number and realize that it sounds just like a song you know?
Whenever I call my bank it sounds like “Bring Him Home” from Les Miserables. Make of that what you will.
Most days I marvel at the still ungraspable idea that I will only be going to school for 3 more months. I get sentimental about note-taking. The notion that I may never read another text book again makes me sad. Never writing another paper again seems almost impossible. I am nostalgic about these next three months before they have even happened.
But not today. Today, I am only relieved...
“So if you catch me trying to find my way into your heart from under your skin,...”
– Fiona Apple, Fast As You Can
I’ve always felt like I should have written this song.
Video here.
On Last Night's Party
Question of the night:
What gets out red wine?
Silverchair — Tuna in the Brine
This song...
Sometimes it’s difficult to stand in front of a class of students for an hour pretending I’m not the kind of girl who needs to write down what she’s going to say before she raises her hand.
Is my insecurity showing?
To all of you who voted super awesome on the coat rack, you were correct. I had to buy the display because it was the last turquoise one they had. I was willing to pay $78 for it and then it rang up as $10 and the cashier just shrugged and was like “Ten dollars it is!” and I was like “That is just fine with me.” Best purchase ever??
It’s now standing in my crowded...
Internet running club and asian porn? Tumblr, you are bad at knowing what other blogs I might enjoy.
The Good:
— Wearing a skirt covered in pink and orange sequins
— two tone nail polish
— dancing to MGMT and Siouxsie and the Banshees surrounded by people whose wardrobes consist solely of plaid shirts and high waisted skirts
The Bad
— waiting until 12:50 for the DJs you paid money to see actually show up
— insane pushy crowds of drunken hipsters
The Ugly
...
One order of spring rolls and a very long photobooth photoshoot later and my mood has improved by a power of 10.
I even think the bangs are tolerable. (Don’t get any funny ideas, Bangs. We’re not like bff yet or anything.)
It’s currently -11 and weather.com claims it feels like -27. This is in Fahrenheit. My coat zipper is broken and I am sporting the most awkward bangs in the world. WHY AREN’T CLASSES CANCELLED???
(Not looking forward to braving the tundra just to hear people say things like “Oh, did you cut them yourself?” NO. I DIDN’T.)
UGH. BANGS. WHATHAVEIDONE.
deep breaths.
my new mantra will be: embrace the quirky. I will whisper it to myself when I start thinking of bowl cuts and that time my sister had to get bangs because she got gum in her hair and it was especially bad because her teeth were also in a really awkward phase.
I’m afraid to see what it looks like with glasses.
embrace the quirky.
Is it completely inexcusable that, at age 22, I still can’t use a can opener? Can I somehow blame it on being left-handed?
“And the day commencing,
not to die, not to die,
as in the last day breaking,
a final day digesting itself,
lighter, lighter,
the endless colors,
the same old trees stepping toward me,
the rock unpacking its crevices,
breakfast like a dream
and the whole day to live through,
steadfast, deep, interior.”
— Anne Sexton, The Fury of Sunrises
“This is the minimum achievement of the artistic entity: to construct a whole out...”
– Siegfried Kracaur, The Hotel Lobby
From an article I had to read for my Cinema and the City class. It’s good to remember the things that resonate.
Of course my coat zipper breaks the night before the coldest day of the year. OF COURSE IT DOES.
