Jun 29, 2005
Thank You, Chloe
I've never been much of a concert-goer, generally preferring theater to over-priced, eardrum-bursting crazy fests. But even I could not resist the lure of going to an outdoor Dave Matthews Band concert, and that was where I would have been found last night.
As a side note, when I told my sister that I was going, her first comment was "Heh. There is going to be so much pot." which caused me to have a dream about me and Susan having to go to the emergency room, and they did a drug test on Susan, and it came back positive for cannabinoids, and I was trying to get someone to believe me that it was all because we'd been exposed to second hand pot smoke. I woke up before any dream doctors believed me...
Back to the concert. We left with plenty of time to get there by the time Dave should have been on the stage. We didn't account for the fact, however, that the ENTIRE WORLD was going to be driving down the same road at the same time. We got within probably a mile of the venue, and it took us OVER AN HOUR - nigh on an hour and a HALF, even - before we actually got to park. At one point during this adventure of static insanity, a young girl appeared at my window, as if by magic.
Then she left, and I noticed a gigantic flower painted over her shoulder. I wished I'd thought to paint a gigantic flower on my shoulder...
After another thirty minutes or so, during which time we realized that the parking lot was FULL, a cop finally told us to "just park on the sidewalk up there." She looked quite defeated and exasperated.
Finally, finally, we made it into the Verizon Wireless Amphitheater and saw Dave and band rockin' away. Susan and I wended our way to a spot with an okay view and stood bopping around for a while.
Then, as if by magic, Chloe appeared! (There were like 5 BILLION people there, yet there was Chloe) She informed us that she was in a better spot and took us there. And better it was! In the center, as far forward as you could get with the cheap tickets. Very, very nice. Thank you, Chloe! Granted, this did put us in pot central, but at least everyone was really happy, and neither Susan nor I did, in fact, have to go to the emergency room or undergo random drug testing.
The one last note I have to make is this: I'm getting old. There were definitely people at the concert (not in pot-central) that were older than me, but not all that many. And I spent the whole concert with at least 25% of my brain watching everyone around me making sure that they weren't lighting each other on fire (almost happened), getting alcohol poisoning (almost happened), or breaking bones (almost happened repeatedly) as I knew that Susan and I would be the ones that would have to take control and save the day.
I guess I have a new reason to not go to concerts...!
As a side note, when I told my sister that I was going, her first comment was "Heh. There is going to be so much pot." which caused me to have a dream about me and Susan having to go to the emergency room, and they did a drug test on Susan, and it came back positive for cannabinoids, and I was trying to get someone to believe me that it was all because we'd been exposed to second hand pot smoke. I woke up before any dream doctors believed me...
Back to the concert. We left with plenty of time to get there by the time Dave should have been on the stage. We didn't account for the fact, however, that the ENTIRE WORLD was going to be driving down the same road at the same time. We got within probably a mile of the venue, and it took us OVER AN HOUR - nigh on an hour and a HALF, even - before we actually got to park. At one point during this adventure of static insanity, a young girl appeared at my window, as if by magic.
Girl: Are you guys waiting in line for Dave Matthews?
Us: We think so...
Girl: So are we. I can't believe this. I'm getting really pissed off!
Us: Ha, yeah, so are we.
Girl [smiles brightly]: I'm Chloe!
Us: Hi... We're Brenna and Susan.
Then she left, and I noticed a gigantic flower painted over her shoulder. I wished I'd thought to paint a gigantic flower on my shoulder...
After another thirty minutes or so, during which time we realized that the parking lot was FULL, a cop finally told us to "just park on the sidewalk up there." She looked quite defeated and exasperated.
Finally, finally, we made it into the Verizon Wireless Amphitheater and saw Dave and band rockin' away. Susan and I wended our way to a spot with an okay view and stood bopping around for a while.
Then, as if by magic, Chloe appeared! (There were like 5 BILLION people there, yet there was Chloe) She informed us that she was in a better spot and took us there. And better it was! In the center, as far forward as you could get with the cheap tickets. Very, very nice. Thank you, Chloe! Granted, this did put us in pot central, but at least everyone was really happy, and neither Susan nor I did, in fact, have to go to the emergency room or undergo random drug testing.
The one last note I have to make is this: I'm getting old. There were definitely people at the concert (not in pot-central) that were older than me, but not all that many. And I spent the whole concert with at least 25% of my brain watching everyone around me making sure that they weren't lighting each other on fire (almost happened), getting alcohol poisoning (almost happened), or breaking bones (almost happened repeatedly) as I knew that Susan and I would be the ones that would have to take control and save the day.
I guess I have a new reason to not go to concerts...!
Jun 28, 2005
Jun 24, 2005
Jun 23, 2005
Regimental
I realized that I haven't written a post in a while, so I decided that I should write something. Then I realized how boring my life has been for the past couple of days! This whole studying thing has taken all the drama out of my life. I suppose that is good, as long as it is only for a few weeks.
This is how my days have been going lately:
Same thing, day in, day out. How monotonous. And today was only the fourth day of it! I am quite proud that I have kept to my schedule so well. I don't tend to stick terribly well to schedules... I guess because things like this happen - having absolutely NOTHING interesting to say. Isn't it horrible?
Maybe tomorrow I'll throw caution to the wind and... get up at 9! See, but then I'd miss my episode of A Different World during breakfast. What's a girl to do?
In other news, all this working out has made me EXTREMELY sore. Today, instead of going to the Y, I thought I'd take it easy, and merely did a 7 mile jaunt around Salem Lake. Idjit. I can barely move now. Except to type, of course... and to turn pages in my study books (darn it!)
And finally, "Meanwhile Back on the Farm" has TRUE meaning to me after 27 years of existence, now that my "Permanent Address" has changed officially today to my parent's new FARM! They are, as I type, moving out of our home of some 17 years to a new home. It is a mere 6.5 miles away in distance, but it will truly be a new life. My poor mother is stuck for an indeterminate amount of time without Internet OR Television (for some reason the Green Acres theme pops into my mind)... Send her happy thoughts, people.
This is how my days have been going lately:
8:30 - Get up, cook (!) breakfast (eggs and toast)
9:00-12:00 - Study at home (interspersed with numerous games of Minesweeper)
12:00-1:00 - Lunch, while watching an episode of Faerie Tale Theatre - unbelievably, there were ones I didn't see as a child!
1:00-3:00 - Work out and shower (notice that I spent the morning all dirty and nasty - thus the studying at home)
3:00-6:00 - Study away from home (Barnes and Noble, Panera, Library, etc.)
6:00-7:00 - Dinner
7:00 and on - watch TV, re-re-read Harry Potter (in preparation for July 16th!)
Same thing, day in, day out. How monotonous. And today was only the fourth day of it! I am quite proud that I have kept to my schedule so well. I don't tend to stick terribly well to schedules... I guess because things like this happen - having absolutely NOTHING interesting to say. Isn't it horrible?
Maybe tomorrow I'll throw caution to the wind and... get up at 9! See, but then I'd miss my episode of A Different World during breakfast. What's a girl to do?
In other news, all this working out has made me EXTREMELY sore. Today, instead of going to the Y, I thought I'd take it easy, and merely did a 7 mile jaunt around Salem Lake. Idjit. I can barely move now. Except to type, of course... and to turn pages in my study books (darn it!)
And finally, "Meanwhile Back on the Farm" has TRUE meaning to me after 27 years of existence, now that my "Permanent Address" has changed officially today to my parent's new FARM! They are, as I type, moving out of our home of some 17 years to a new home. It is a mere 6.5 miles away in distance, but it will truly be a new life. My poor mother is stuck for an indeterminate amount of time without Internet OR Television (for some reason the Green Acres theme pops into my mind)... Send her happy thoughts, people.
Jun 20, 2005
Deja Vu, Is That You?
Moving beyond my utter shock to find myself already in the third month of fourth year, I have to face that daunting task of again studying for the boards.
Anyway. I do get a full four weeks off to study for Step 2. It is kind of nice to return to my roots, as it were. This is comfort zone, after all. I may not know much about taking care of patients, but I know how to study, my friends.
Adoring Crowd: But... I thought you took those last year?
World-Weary Brenna: I did.
AC: And I thought you passed.
WWB: I did.
AC [bewilderedly]: Then why...?
WWB: Ahh, you see: last year was only one step in a three-step testing process. Some liken these tests to 'hoops' that must be 'jumped through.' I am currently studying for the second hoo - I mean test. Another long test day awaits me at the end of the month - nine hours this time, instead of eight. Plus, I get the added excitement of driving five hours to Atlanta to take an English test. Officially, it is known as the "Clinical Skills" portion of the exam where we talk to actors (aka standardized patients) to prove that we can 1) Speak English and 2) Know where to place our stethoscope. All for the bargain price of $1420...
Anyway. I do get a full four weeks off to study for Step 2. It is kind of nice to return to my roots, as it were. This is comfort zone, after all. I may not know much about taking care of patients, but I know how to study, my friends.
Jun 15, 2005
Winding Down
I am nearing the end of my Pediatrics Acting Internship. Waaay back in first year, when I learned that we had to do two "AIs," the thought was absolutely terrifying. It wasn't until well into third year that I realized that it was not something fully beyond my capabilities. I enjoyed my third year rotation in peds, but it was not my favorite. I was actually a bit disappointed that I didn't absolutely love it. So, at the beginning of this rotation, I felt confident in my abilities, but worried that I'd feel the same way about inpatient peds as I did back in February.
I am happy to report that this rotation has probably been my best ever as a student. I still have a LOT to learn before I can be a confident intern. A lot lot lot to learn. But, in a mere four weeks, I've seen enough in myself to know that I'll be able to do it when the time comes. Even better than all that, though, is the fact that I did not dread coming into the hospital even once this whole month. Unlike all my other rotations where I would cling desperately to those last minutes of sleep wishing that I would wake up to discover that it was actually a day off. I wasn't all gung-ho, get to the hospital at 5 am or anything. But I actually looked forward to certain aspects of it all.
What a relief. There is nothing worse than questioning why I am here. I mean, I question it every day ("I really want to be a doctor? Seriously? Why?!? ") but every day, I get a little more foundation and a little more evidence that this is a good thing.
Plus, I can always retire early and become the film critic I know I was born to be!
I am happy to report that this rotation has probably been my best ever as a student. I still have a LOT to learn before I can be a confident intern. A lot lot lot to learn. But, in a mere four weeks, I've seen enough in myself to know that I'll be able to do it when the time comes. Even better than all that, though, is the fact that I did not dread coming into the hospital even once this whole month. Unlike all my other rotations where I would cling desperately to those last minutes of sleep wishing that I would wake up to discover that it was actually a day off. I wasn't all gung-ho, get to the hospital at 5 am or anything. But I actually looked forward to certain aspects of it all.
What a relief. There is nothing worse than questioning why I am here. I mean, I question it every day ("I really want to be a doctor? Seriously? Why?!? ") but every day, I get a little more foundation and a little more evidence that this is a good thing.
Plus, I can always retire early and become the film critic I know I was born to be!
Jun 13, 2005
Very Disturbing
Okay, like any good 20's-something female (27 now, post-birthday!), I am expert at 'googling' people. Being extra-savvy, I also google myself occasionally, just to see what sort of info people are getting on me. Up to this point, it has mostly been college stuff - with a couple of pretty bad college group pictures that are fun to look at and laugh. But TODAY, when I googled my pretty little self, I find the last entry on the page is a link to SEXY PORN PICRURES
The last time I checked, I was not in any sexy porn pictures. That photo of me from analytical chem lab is anything but sexy. (Unless you're really into goggles, I guess...eew.)
Also disturbing and just plain odd is the entry before the sexy porn pics: it is a link to people with my surname. Included on the list is someone named 'Vagina.' Vagina?!? Hi, nice to meet you, my name is Vagina, but people call me Vag... I guarantee that child didn't find any of those pre-printed pens/keychains etc. with their name on it.
If you are looking for other things to do with Google there are a few fun things. I suppose they are better than e-stalking, too...you never know when you'll end up in porn photos...
The last time I checked, I was not in any sexy porn pictures. That photo of me from analytical chem lab is anything but sexy. (Unless you're really into goggles, I guess...eew.)
Also disturbing and just plain odd is the entry before the sexy porn pics: it is a link to people with my surname. Included on the list is someone named 'Vagina.' Vagina?!? Hi, nice to meet you, my name is Vagina, but people call me Vag... I guarantee that child didn't find any of those pre-printed pens/keychains etc. with their name on it.
If you are looking for other things to do with Google there are a few fun things. I suppose they are better than e-stalking, too...you never know when you'll end up in porn photos...
Jun 12, 2005
Sweat Stain Sunday
I'm on call again... In just over a year, it will really be no big deal when I'm on call. I'll be more likely to be saying 'not on call today.' Which, when I think about it, isn't ANY more exciting to the general populace than me informing them (you) that I am on call. Why did you just read that sentence? Have you no sense? Really, people.
There are all these weirdly sick kids in today. Like the kid whose bicarb is 5 and is just in their room chillin' like a villain. If your bicarb was 5, you'd probably be in the ICU. Odd, huh? One kid herniated their brain last night, so that one is in the ICU. Another kid is this close to possibly going into acute renal failure on top of the dilantin hypersensitivity that is already wreaking havoc on their liver.
Still, with all of this, I find myself yawning and going "Hmm. What a sweat stain of a day." Then I laugh, because I still think that I'm just the funniest thing since sliced bread. But then I remember that sliced bread really isn't all that funny, and in fact, can be quite tragic if the person doing the slicing is a klutz and cuts off a finger or something. Then I start crying because it is sad when people lose fingers. Unless they do it to themselves to get out of going to war by shooting off their trigger finger, which is a stupid thing to do to a perfectly good finger. Those shot-off-finger people must have a hard time doing things like dialing the phone or using a pincer grasp, which would probably get pretty sweat stainy after a while. Ha! Sweat stain... I am funny.
Good grief. I'm tired. Please disregard this entire post.
There are all these weirdly sick kids in today. Like the kid whose bicarb is 5 and is just in their room chillin' like a villain. If your bicarb was 5, you'd probably be in the ICU. Odd, huh? One kid herniated their brain last night, so that one is in the ICU. Another kid is this close to possibly going into acute renal failure on top of the dilantin hypersensitivity that is already wreaking havoc on their liver.
Still, with all of this, I find myself yawning and going "Hmm. What a sweat stain of a day." Then I laugh, because I still think that I'm just the funniest thing since sliced bread. But then I remember that sliced bread really isn't all that funny, and in fact, can be quite tragic if the person doing the slicing is a klutz and cuts off a finger or something. Then I start crying because it is sad when people lose fingers. Unless they do it to themselves to get out of going to war by shooting off their trigger finger, which is a stupid thing to do to a perfectly good finger. Those shot-off-finger people must have a hard time doing things like dialing the phone or using a pincer grasp, which would probably get pretty sweat stainy after a while. Ha! Sweat stain... I am funny.
Good grief. I'm tired. Please disregard this entire post.
Jun 8, 2005
New Slang
Okay, it is only the middle of my call, and I've already 'personally' (I use the quotes because I am, after all, still a student and still need an actual resident to follow behind me) accepted three patients. That is because we as a team have admitted nine patients. It isn't even midnight, people. STAY HOME!!!
I am taking a quick breather before the next two cases get here (a sickle cell kid and a child abuse case are on there way as I type) and I remembered the BURST of INSPIRATION I had the other day on my walk home.
I have come up with a new slang term. One that is SURE to SWEEP the nation with its brilliantosity. Ready? Okay, instead of saying that someone, or something is boring, we will now refer to that occasion/person as a "sweat stain." Get it? (Probably not, I was kind of tired that day.) No - listen! It is because sweat is body odor - B.O., right? And it makes a ring on people's shirts? Get it? B.O.-ring?
Ack! There goes the pager...
Spread the word people. Call is SUCH a sweat stain.
I am taking a quick breather before the next two cases get here (a sickle cell kid and a child abuse case are on there way as I type) and I remembered the BURST of INSPIRATION I had the other day on my walk home.
I have come up with a new slang term. One that is SURE to SWEEP the nation with its brilliantosity. Ready? Okay, instead of saying that someone, or something is boring, we will now refer to that occasion/person as a "sweat stain." Get it? (Probably not, I was kind of tired that day.) No - listen! It is because sweat is body odor - B.O., right? And it makes a ring on people's shirts? Get it? B.O.-ring?
Ack! There goes the pager...
Spread the word people. Call is SUCH a sweat stain.
Jun 6, 2005
TV for Geeks
Ahhh... it is summertime. Time for the beach babes and surfer dudes to head out to perfect their tans. And times for geeks like me to retreat to the air-conditioned indoors because the sun hurts my eyes and the summer air frizzes my hair. (Plus the 50+ hours a week I'm spending at work not lending themselves to daylight)
This is the time of year when I really get some good for-fun reading done. I do like the sunshine, I just prefer to be sitting in it indoors with a fan and a Diet Pepsi most of the time.
I also get more reading done, though, because there is nothing on television! Television is really the bane of my existence, and I wish I didn't watch it at all, but that is totally and completely beside the point.
Point being that there are two new shows that appeal to my total geek-ness. It is fantastic! Though I fear it will interfere with my summer reading...
The first: Beauty and the Geek. I fully acknowledge that this is a show executive produced by Ashton Kutcher, of all people AND that it is a show that plays horribly to outdated stereotypes of the dumb bombshell and too-geeky-to-function guy... But it is just so funny! These guys are like... well, like me, really. Pasty white skin and all. Granted I have a tad more social skills than they do, but I still understand them. Them's my people.
The second show: The Scholar which I fully acknowledge is being at least partially funded by Wal-Mart (whose book section is abysmal and whose actual motivation towards 'education' I seriously doubt) But, again, these is my people. These are high schoolers competing neck-and-neck in competitions that are made to make you feel smart! Like the three switches-three light bulbs problem. There are three switches (1, 2, 3) that turn on three lights (A, B, C) on the other side of a wall. With only one trip to the other side, how can you determine which switch controls which light. Think about it... Feel that warm little lightbulb of discovery pop above your head yet? This show is great, because it takes me back to high school, and I'm actually all like "IN YOUR FACE KID!" when I know the answer to a literature question that they don't. Of course, I am 26, but still... I knew Call of the Wild as a high school grad, too!
My geeky heart is all atwitter with the television shows that have been granted to me this summer. Sigh... I'll have to put off reading the rest of the Douglas Adams series for a few weeks...
This is the time of year when I really get some good for-fun reading done. I do like the sunshine, I just prefer to be sitting in it indoors with a fan and a Diet Pepsi most of the time.
I also get more reading done, though, because there is nothing on television! Television is really the bane of my existence, and I wish I didn't watch it at all, but that is totally and completely beside the point.
Point being that there are two new shows that appeal to my total geek-ness. It is fantastic! Though I fear it will interfere with my summer reading...
The first: Beauty and the Geek. I fully acknowledge that this is a show executive produced by Ashton Kutcher, of all people AND that it is a show that plays horribly to outdated stereotypes of the dumb bombshell and too-geeky-to-function guy... But it is just so funny! These guys are like... well, like me, really. Pasty white skin and all. Granted I have a tad more social skills than they do, but I still understand them. Them's my people.
The second show: The Scholar which I fully acknowledge is being at least partially funded by Wal-Mart (whose book section is abysmal and whose actual motivation towards 'education' I seriously doubt) But, again, these is my people. These are high schoolers competing neck-and-neck in competitions that are made to make you feel smart! Like the three switches-three light bulbs problem. There are three switches (1, 2, 3) that turn on three lights (A, B, C) on the other side of a wall. With only one trip to the other side, how can you determine which switch controls which light. Think about it... Feel that warm little lightbulb of discovery pop above your head yet? This show is great, because it takes me back to high school, and I'm actually all like "IN YOUR FACE KID!" when I know the answer to a literature question that they don't. Of course, I am 26, but still... I knew Call of the Wild as a high school grad, too!
My geeky heart is all atwitter with the television shows that have been granted to me this summer. Sigh... I'll have to put off reading the rest of the Douglas Adams series for a few weeks...
Jun 5, 2005
Music Survey Thing-a-ma-bob
Amount of music on your computer?
After suffering two major computer crashes (before which I had a couple thousand songs), I don't trust my laptop to keep any music. I have probably about 20 somgs on there right now, consisting of the free songs that you can get from iTunes every week... I'd say I like about half of them, which means I have about 10 usable songs on my computer. Rock on!
Currently listening to?
The Tonys! I've been obsessed with the song Hide and Seek by Imogen Heap lately. Who, incidentally, is the lead singer of Frou Frou.
Five songs that mean a lot to you?
This is one of the most impossible questions to answer. Ever. In the history of questions.
1. Cecilia by Simon and Garfunkel. For reasons unbeknownst (good grief! how do you spell that?) to me, I ended up roaming the halls of an empty dorm with the rest of my res life staff a couple of days before the freshmen arrived during my junior year of college. It is just such a happy song, and makes me think of all the good times I had in college. Cheesy, no?
2. Beautiful Savior is a song that will always make me cry. The St. Olaf choir would sing it at the end of every performance they did. I wasn't actually in the choir, having a voice resembling... well, not someone who'd sing in a choir anyway. Christmas Fest every year ended with the whole gymnasium (because God forbid they actually get a performance hall at a school renowned for its music a performance hall) would just resonate with this song. So, look, it is another college song! I should have included Um Ya Ya on the list...but I won't...
3. Jem's They is a song that I could listen to all day on repeat. It just has an infectious rhythm and tune and the lyrics are somewhat political, which is cool. Everyone should have a little social rebellion in their songs, no? This is also a song that was introduced to my by a great friend at a time when I really needed good friends, so it, of course, reminds me of her.
4. The Origin of Love from Hedwig and the Angry Inch is remarkable if only for the fact that it puts Plato in rhyme, adds some music and is then sung by East German transvestite. The first time I saw Hedwig was in Alaska while I was there in AmeriCorps, so this is one of my Alaska songs.
5. Man, I'm on the last already? No fair. In deference to all the songs I've forgotten, I'll leave this one open. I could mention Moondance, Son of a Preacher Man, Happy Birthday, Daisy, Stop in the Name of Love, 5000 Miles, Edelweiss, Pines of Rome... plus more songs that all have memories attached to them. You expect me to choose one memory above the others? Impossible.
Top five albums?
Rarities, B Sides and Other Stuff by Sarah McLachlan.
Lost and Gone Forever by Guster.
Rent by the Cast of Rent.
House Carpenter's Daughter by Natalie Merchant.
One by the Beatles.
Of course, these are just the ones that come immediately to mind. I reserve the right to rescind and or replace any of these at any time.
Last album bought?
The OC mix, volume 2. Tee-hee! It is actually quite smashing and I heart it greatly.
Recent discoveries?
Imogen Heap, Finger Eleven... other stuff...
And the baton goes to:
Melissa Jo
and
My mother, who should get off her butt and start her own blog, already.
After suffering two major computer crashes (before which I had a couple thousand songs), I don't trust my laptop to keep any music. I have probably about 20 somgs on there right now, consisting of the free songs that you can get from iTunes every week... I'd say I like about half of them, which means I have about 10 usable songs on my computer. Rock on!
Currently listening to?
The Tonys! I've been obsessed with the song Hide and Seek by Imogen Heap lately. Who, incidentally, is the lead singer of Frou Frou.
Five songs that mean a lot to you?
This is one of the most impossible questions to answer. Ever. In the history of questions.
1. Cecilia by Simon and Garfunkel. For reasons unbeknownst (good grief! how do you spell that?) to me, I ended up roaming the halls of an empty dorm with the rest of my res life staff a couple of days before the freshmen arrived during my junior year of college. It is just such a happy song, and makes me think of all the good times I had in college. Cheesy, no?
2. Beautiful Savior is a song that will always make me cry. The St. Olaf choir would sing it at the end of every performance they did. I wasn't actually in the choir, having a voice resembling... well, not someone who'd sing in a choir anyway. Christmas Fest every year ended with the whole gymnasium (because God forbid they actually get a performance hall at a school renowned for its music a performance hall) would just resonate with this song. So, look, it is another college song! I should have included Um Ya Ya on the list...but I won't...
3. Jem's They is a song that I could listen to all day on repeat. It just has an infectious rhythm and tune and the lyrics are somewhat political, which is cool. Everyone should have a little social rebellion in their songs, no? This is also a song that was introduced to my by a great friend at a time when I really needed good friends, so it, of course, reminds me of her.
4. The Origin of Love from Hedwig and the Angry Inch is remarkable if only for the fact that it puts Plato in rhyme, adds some music and is then sung by East German transvestite. The first time I saw Hedwig was in Alaska while I was there in AmeriCorps, so this is one of my Alaska songs.
5. Man, I'm on the last already? No fair. In deference to all the songs I've forgotten, I'll leave this one open. I could mention Moondance, Son of a Preacher Man, Happy Birthday, Daisy, Stop in the Name of Love, 5000 Miles, Edelweiss, Pines of Rome... plus more songs that all have memories attached to them. You expect me to choose one memory above the others? Impossible.
Top five albums?
Rarities, B Sides and Other Stuff by Sarah McLachlan.
Lost and Gone Forever by Guster.
Rent by the Cast of Rent.
House Carpenter's Daughter by Natalie Merchant.
One by the Beatles.
Of course, these are just the ones that come immediately to mind. I reserve the right to rescind and or replace any of these at any time.
Last album bought?
The OC mix, volume 2. Tee-hee! It is actually quite smashing and I heart it greatly.
Recent discoveries?
Imogen Heap, Finger Eleven... other stuff...
And the baton goes to:
Melissa Jo
and
My mother, who should get off her butt and start her own blog, already.
Jun 3, 2005
Enjoy the Ride
I'm on call tonight. I'll probably watch this video at least twice more before the night is over. Ain't she just adorable? And I love her necklace...
The HORROR!
I tend to like certain scary movies. Not ones that are just all about gore and making you jump just because they can. Movies like The Shining, though, stick with me.
Which may explain why I got chills as I stood waiting for an elevator, and two little girls with brown hair and wearing identical dresses came up. I half expected to be drenched with blood when the elevator finally did come.
Then, on the elevator (the creepy girls didn't get on, thank goodness) was a barefoot, stringy haired, dentition-challenged (aka missing a few teeth) lady holding the hand of her barefoot, stringy haired little girl. She burst into tears and started going off how she couldn't find her children and something about her husband. I half expected to see a man with a shotgun taking aim at me when I finally got off the elevator.
Good grief. Maybe I watch too many movies... I'm just glad these things didn't happen at night!
Which may explain why I got chills as I stood waiting for an elevator, and two little girls with brown hair and wearing identical dresses came up. I half expected to be drenched with blood when the elevator finally did come.
Then, on the elevator (the creepy girls didn't get on, thank goodness) was a barefoot, stringy haired, dentition-challenged (aka missing a few teeth) lady holding the hand of her barefoot, stringy haired little girl. She burst into tears and started going off how she couldn't find her children and something about her husband. I half expected to see a man with a shotgun taking aim at me when I finally got off the elevator.
Good grief. Maybe I watch too many movies... I'm just glad these things didn't happen at night!
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