while looking up things at amazon.com this evening, i decided to check out what the little people in the amazon computers recommended for me. for toys/games, it recommended the game of life. i haven't played that game in years, but it used to be my favorite. i want to find someone who has it and play a game. perhaps it would make me feel a little better about preparing for my real life...
no posters of buckley. didn't buy any cds (today, anyway). picked up a phone book from the mailroom--they spelled phil dog's name right this year (last year he was so excited to finally have his name in the book, only to find out they butchered the spelling. this year, i rejoiced for him).
for whatever reason, i'm exhausted today. aurgh.
8.08.2001
hmm...travis' first us tour stops in montreal and boston this fall--friday nights, to boot, so i could, in theory, attend.
hmm.
when i go up to burlington tomorrow (thinking optimistically), i want to stop by school and hit up church street. i need to check out disc go round and pure pop for either radiohead or travis. not sure which yet. furthermore, if i choose radiohead, do i want ok computer or kid a? also plan on stopping by the poster shops, i want to look for "boulevard of broken dreams" and/or buckley.
just being able to walk along church street will be a treat. and tempting as it might be, i'm saving a trip to muddy waters until i get back for good.
just a few weeks until i'm back. and a week or so after that, tom's off to franklin pierce. he officially has a roommate, i just about keeled over laughing when i found out he was from a town called verona. if i'd had a roommate from verona when i was going to school for the first time, cortni and i would have had a field day. :)
hmm.
when i go up to burlington tomorrow (thinking optimistically), i want to stop by school and hit up church street. i need to check out disc go round and pure pop for either radiohead or travis. not sure which yet. furthermore, if i choose radiohead, do i want ok computer or kid a? also plan on stopping by the poster shops, i want to look for "boulevard of broken dreams" and/or buckley.
just being able to walk along church street will be a treat. and tempting as it might be, i'm saving a trip to muddy waters until i get back for good.
just a few weeks until i'm back. and a week or so after that, tom's off to franklin pierce. he officially has a roommate, i just about keeled over laughing when i found out he was from a town called verona. if i'd had a roommate from verona when i was going to school for the first time, cortni and i would have had a field day. :)
destiny, destiny protect me from the world.
destiny, hold my hand, protect me from the world.
here we are with our running and confusion,
and i don't see no confusion anywhere.
and if the world does turn and if london burns,
i'll be standing on the beach with my guitar.
i want to be in a band when i get to heaven,
anyone can play guitar and they won't be a nothing any more.
grow my hair, grow my hair, i am jim morrison,
grow my hair, i wanna be, wanna be, wanna be jim morrison.
here we are with our running and confusion,
and i don't see no confusion anywhere.
and if the world does turn and if london burns,
i'll be standing on the beach with my guitar.
i want to be in a band when i get to heaven,
anyone can play guitar and they won't be a nothing any more.
destiny, hold my hand, protect me from the world.
here we are with our running and confusion,
and i don't see no confusion anywhere.
and if the world does turn and if london burns,
i'll be standing on the beach with my guitar.
i want to be in a band when i get to heaven,
anyone can play guitar and they won't be a nothing any more.
grow my hair, grow my hair, i am jim morrison,
grow my hair, i wanna be, wanna be, wanna be jim morrison.
here we are with our running and confusion,
and i don't see no confusion anywhere.
and if the world does turn and if london burns,
i'll be standing on the beach with my guitar.
i want to be in a band when i get to heaven,
anyone can play guitar and they won't be a nothing any more.
when trish walked into work and immediately asked, "can i go home yet?" i knew it was going to be a looong shift.
i had no idea.
what happened tonight? well, let's see. trish went to the emergency room after chipping her nibula (extra points to anyone who can tell me what the hell the nibula is), so i got ashley to close front, leaving chris c. to close grill, but she'd never closed there before, plus i had the always-ever-so-helpful jean on wash. plus i was working with kyle (the hi-i'm-going-to-torment-vickie register boy) and oh, did i mention it was my first close without any other managerial support and i couldn't get the sign to turn on and i almost turned off half the lights in the store and we were busy at the worst times and holy schnikies was it a weird night.
but all in all, it turned out ok. i actually seemed to know what i was doing (well, except for previously mentioned incidents with sign and lights), and i was only ready to kill crewpeople a few times.
but what a stressfull night.
two days off for me now. it doesn't look like massachusetts is in the cards, but that does mean a trip to burlington most likely is. i'm hoping for tomorrow. :)
anything, as long as i'm not working. :)
i had no idea.
what happened tonight? well, let's see. trish went to the emergency room after chipping her nibula (extra points to anyone who can tell me what the hell the nibula is), so i got ashley to close front, leaving chris c. to close grill, but she'd never closed there before, plus i had the always-ever-so-helpful jean on wash. plus i was working with kyle (the hi-i'm-going-to-torment-vickie register boy) and oh, did i mention it was my first close without any other managerial support and i couldn't get the sign to turn on and i almost turned off half the lights in the store and we were busy at the worst times and holy schnikies was it a weird night.
but all in all, it turned out ok. i actually seemed to know what i was doing (well, except for previously mentioned incidents with sign and lights), and i was only ready to kill crewpeople a few times.
but what a stressfull night.
two days off for me now. it doesn't look like massachusetts is in the cards, but that does mean a trip to burlington most likely is. i'm hoping for tomorrow. :)
anything, as long as i'm not working. :)
8.07.2001
woke up at noon. whoops.
i was flipping through the television channels last night when i saw that "philadelphia" had just started. i've wanted to see it forever, but it's not one of those films that i'll actively go out and rent. so i curled up in the recliner and started watching.
it ended at 4 a.m. with tears streaming down my face. what a fantastic movie.
i recommend it.
bleargh. don't want to go to work. but tom's girlfriend is here, so that's fun. she's nice (and i have to give props to someone who was able to whip my brother into submission so much--that in itself is one hell of an accomplishment).
i was flipping through the television channels last night when i saw that "philadelphia" had just started. i've wanted to see it forever, but it's not one of those films that i'll actively go out and rent. so i curled up in the recliner and started watching.
it ended at 4 a.m. with tears streaming down my face. what a fantastic movie.
i recommend it.
bleargh. don't want to go to work. but tom's girlfriend is here, so that's fun. she's nice (and i have to give props to someone who was able to whip my brother into submission so much--that in itself is one hell of an accomplishment).
so i have two days off--wednesday and thursday. however, i haven't been able to plan anything yet because i don't know if the fam is going to massachusetts. i suppose i can't complain though, either massachusetts or burlington. neither option is bad at all.
work kicked ass, besides stupid people. i did well. tomorrow however, is not going to be pretty.
but at least i don't have to wake up early like some people. bwahahahaha.
work kicked ass, besides stupid people. i did well. tomorrow however, is not going to be pretty.
but at least i don't have to wake up early like some people. bwahahahaha.
8.06.2001
first things first. i found the ruins. fuck yeah.
i almost didn't--i took the side street/lane thing like i thought i'd try, and i followed a worn path a short distance to what seemed to be just the overgrown front lawn of where the house would have been. i turned to walk back, snapping pictures along the way, when i noticed another path that was almost completely overgrown with weeds and wildflowers.
sure enough, the ruins. not at all as i remembered them to be, more quaint than scarlet o'hara, but i got the same feeling i remembered. unfortunately, the stray bottles of minute maid and shattered glass showed that others had found the ruins as well, but i ignored them, instead slowly walking up and down the stairs. they consist of three levels, forming a ninety degree angle at each new level. the stones are green with moss but are not crumbling at all. the trees twist together around and above the stones, forming an intricate pattern of lines that block out the sunshine.
i took a roll of photographs without even realizing it. yes, i'm bizarre. but i'm looking forward to getting them back.
after work tonight (ugh, let's leave that at that), i got home to find the tape of "james dean" waiting for me (my mother scored major points tonight). so since i obviously couldn't wait to watch it tomorrow, i popped it in the vcr.
opinions? james franco was a dean clone at times, but then other times he looked nothing like him. seeing scenes from all three of his movies reconstructed was eerie, as was the accident scene (seeing something in color that, for whatever reason, i always imagine in black and white). the backbone of the movie, the father/son relationship with winton wound up so sickeningly sweet and romanticized that i found it laughable. who knows what actually happened, but this version made me feel like james and winton were about to pull out a couple of baseball gloves and play catch. ugh. overall opinion is that it wasn't what i hoped it would be, but i'm glad i saw it, i suppose. look at me, talking like i know how things really were. ha.
i almost didn't--i took the side street/lane thing like i thought i'd try, and i followed a worn path a short distance to what seemed to be just the overgrown front lawn of where the house would have been. i turned to walk back, snapping pictures along the way, when i noticed another path that was almost completely overgrown with weeds and wildflowers.
sure enough, the ruins. not at all as i remembered them to be, more quaint than scarlet o'hara, but i got the same feeling i remembered. unfortunately, the stray bottles of minute maid and shattered glass showed that others had found the ruins as well, but i ignored them, instead slowly walking up and down the stairs. they consist of three levels, forming a ninety degree angle at each new level. the stones are green with moss but are not crumbling at all. the trees twist together around and above the stones, forming an intricate pattern of lines that block out the sunshine.
i took a roll of photographs without even realizing it. yes, i'm bizarre. but i'm looking forward to getting them back.
after work tonight (ugh, let's leave that at that), i got home to find the tape of "james dean" waiting for me (my mother scored major points tonight). so since i obviously couldn't wait to watch it tomorrow, i popped it in the vcr.
opinions? james franco was a dean clone at times, but then other times he looked nothing like him. seeing scenes from all three of his movies reconstructed was eerie, as was the accident scene (seeing something in color that, for whatever reason, i always imagine in black and white). the backbone of the movie, the father/son relationship with winton wound up so sickeningly sweet and romanticized that i found it laughable. who knows what actually happened, but this version made me feel like james and winton were about to pull out a couple of baseball gloves and play catch. ugh. overall opinion is that it wasn't what i hoped it would be, but i'm glad i saw it, i suppose. look at me, talking like i know how things really were. ha.
8.05.2001
i'm contemplating going out this morning to find the ruins of emily proctor's house to take some pictures. i haven't been there in years, but the structure's been creeping into my mind over the past few days. the first time i found it was with my friend megan (i wonder what she's up to now) when i was probably a sophomore in high school. we veered off the sidewalk onto a small, unkempt path by the train bridge and nimbly climbed over loose stones until we saw a slight clearing in the weeds and branches to our right.
i remember the sensation of entering another world. all that remains of the mansion is a massive stone staircase that bends and meanders its ways to what would have been the front door of the house. behind the masking of the trees, the air was cooler and slightly damper than "outside", and individual rays of light danced over the grass and stone. i stood on the steps and imagined what it must have been like when the house was standing, recreating the building in my mind and feeling like scarlet o'hara or cinderella at the ball.
i went back a few other times, but i haven't been there in years. i tried going back a couple summers ago, but i couldn't find the space in the trees, and i didn't want to risk the potential of poison ivy. but i'm thinking now that if i tried going in the way that we came out--the tiny side road just off the main street--i should be able to get to it. i want to see if it's how i remember (which i'm sure it isn't, at least not entirely, but whatever), and also to get some shots of it. i think they could come out quite well.
i'm waiting to hear back from joann about moving back to school early for training/working (as i've done the past two years). depending on what my parents are doing, i might be making a trip up there tuesday or wednesday (i have to bring sylvia back to the library so mike doesn't shoot me). it's either that or a trip down to massachusetts to visit family. maybe i'd be able to swing a visit with my second family as well--note to self: get in touch with michelle.
i remember the sensation of entering another world. all that remains of the mansion is a massive stone staircase that bends and meanders its ways to what would have been the front door of the house. behind the masking of the trees, the air was cooler and slightly damper than "outside", and individual rays of light danced over the grass and stone. i stood on the steps and imagined what it must have been like when the house was standing, recreating the building in my mind and feeling like scarlet o'hara or cinderella at the ball.
i went back a few other times, but i haven't been there in years. i tried going back a couple summers ago, but i couldn't find the space in the trees, and i didn't want to risk the potential of poison ivy. but i'm thinking now that if i tried going in the way that we came out--the tiny side road just off the main street--i should be able to get to it. i want to see if it's how i remember (which i'm sure it isn't, at least not entirely, but whatever), and also to get some shots of it. i think they could come out quite well.
i'm waiting to hear back from joann about moving back to school early for training/working (as i've done the past two years). depending on what my parents are doing, i might be making a trip up there tuesday or wednesday (i have to bring sylvia back to the library so mike doesn't shoot me). it's either that or a trip down to massachusetts to visit family. maybe i'd be able to swing a visit with my second family as well--note to self: get in touch with michelle.
could you imagine waking up one morning, going onto your website to check out your guestbook, and finding signatures from chardy (of PMB) and steve lillywhite? assuming of course that they aren't just people being stupid, that's fantastic for ryan, who's been generating a lot of, well, buzz, on buzzing (why do i feel an urge to say "allow myself to introduce...myself..."??) and he's a sweetheart (and he's going to play vermont or else! hehehehe). he just needs to finish the damn cd preview already...:)
it finally hit me earlier in the afternoon that i'm going back to school in a matter of mere weeks. it was all because of the staples commercial. you know the one i'm talking about, the one with "it's the most wonderful time of the year" and the voice says, "they're going BACK!" as the father dances and soars through the aisles, children trudging behind. at that moment, hearing that song, i realized that i'm almost about to start what is potentially my final year of formal education.
where did the time go?
where did the time go?
8.04.2001
i am a dumbass. LMAO. LEAP is the same weekend as howie in boston, which means no howie for me.
the howie curse continues: everytime i want to see howie perform during the school year, something prevents it. howie at house of blues (for which i had free tickets), howie at paradise, and now howie at paradise again.
LEAP will more than make up for it, though, so it's all good. :)
it just shows me even more that howie needs to play in vermont again, dammit.
that is all.
the howie curse continues: everytime i want to see howie perform during the school year, something prevents it. howie at house of blues (for which i had free tickets), howie at paradise, and now howie at paradise again.
LEAP will more than make up for it, though, so it's all good. :)
it just shows me even more that howie needs to play in vermont again, dammit.
that is all.
since he's on the left coast, i'd almost forgotten that john is out touring, so i stopped by scotty's road journal to make sure it was still up and running. scotty is no steve (steve wouldn't have given us any trouble when we asked for the setlist at paradise and scotty doesn't realize that i'm a punk), but his entries in the journal never cease to make me laugh (or at least chuckle).
extra points for the beginning of his july 25 entry:
Walkin' around New Orleans, I feel like I'm about to run into LeStat or something--
good scotty.
now i must prepare for work. bleargh, i don't want to go.
extra points for the beginning of his july 25 entry:
Walkin' around New Orleans, I feel like I'm about to run into LeStat or something--
good scotty.
now i must prepare for work. bleargh, i don't want to go.
8.03.2001
i haven't seen such a promising candidate since...well, bubba. ;)
in other news, at least now i don't have to bother trying to catch up when we get back to school...bwahahaha.
in other news, at least now i don't have to bother trying to catch up when we get back to school...bwahahaha.
the vh1 special about singer/songwriters is on (i've had this thing recommended to me numerous times by people who said, "YOU MUST SEE THIS!"), about time i watched it!
during a discussion with and about david gray, michael mcdonald was featured as he spoke about david and ATO records. i'm glad i didn't know exactly who he was back in january when i called him up brazenly and tried to work out the way of getting interviews with john mayer (whom he represents) and david. my whole attitude going into that one was "hey, i'm a member of the press, dammit, i'll make these guys get more coverage, so you work with me." it was odd, seeing him on tv, realizing i had that swaggering confidence when i spoke to him, when really i'm not much of anything as far as he could be concerned. little amateur college dj girl...but hey, it got us the mayer interview. :)
i should be in barre right now. i'm not. i'm not a very happy camper about it.
during a discussion with and about david gray, michael mcdonald was featured as he spoke about david and ATO records. i'm glad i didn't know exactly who he was back in january when i called him up brazenly and tried to work out the way of getting interviews with john mayer (whom he represents) and david. my whole attitude going into that one was "hey, i'm a member of the press, dammit, i'll make these guys get more coverage, so you work with me." it was odd, seeing him on tv, realizing i had that swaggering confidence when i spoke to him, when really i'm not much of anything as far as he could be concerned. little amateur college dj girl...but hey, it got us the mayer interview. :)
i should be in barre right now. i'm not. i'm not a very happy camper about it.
september 20 is a thursday night, and i will be in boston that evening to see howie perform at the paradise. :)
i wonder what i have for friday classes other than defender...hmm.
i want my damn picture. :)
*****updated: another show is scheduled for the night after, the 21st. hasn't been confirmed by shawn yet, but nextticketing.com has it in there. that works out MUCH better. :)*****
i wonder what i have for friday classes other than defender...hmm.
i want my damn picture. :)
*****updated: another show is scheduled for the night after, the 21st. hasn't been confirmed by shawn yet, but nextticketing.com has it in there. that works out MUCH better. :)*****
8.02.2001
the name is officially red.
the coffee exchange is obviously no muddy waters, but i had a great time at the smcssvs meeting this evening, and i thank all of the (hundreds, thousands) of other members for attending. ;)
i'm going to barre tomorrow for my brother's first concert with his punk rock band. while driving to sound barrier this afternoon, i passed by numerous flyers promoting the show, which, i will admit, made me proud. it'll be an interesting experience, seeing my brother up there on stage, and i'm sure i'll laugh at him a little afterwards (just to keep his ego in check), but i'm going to be proud, i can tell.
the coffee exchange is obviously no muddy waters, but i had a great time at the smcssvs meeting this evening, and i thank all of the (hundreds, thousands) of other members for attending. ;)
i'm going to barre tomorrow for my brother's first concert with his punk rock band. while driving to sound barrier this afternoon, i passed by numerous flyers promoting the show, which, i will admit, made me proud. it'll be an interesting experience, seeing my brother up there on stage, and i'm sure i'll laugh at him a little afterwards (just to keep his ego in check), but i'm going to be proud, i can tell.
my mother is now (jokingly) complaining of having a sunburned scalp thanks to my car--which has had it's first name suggestion. i had thought (again, jokingly) about names such as prudence, petunia, or perhaps shaquanda, and michelle has added to the "list"--red.
and it's growing on me.
if you have any suggestions to add, let me know before i make up my mind. :)
and it's growing on me.
if you have any suggestions to add, let me know before i make up my mind. :)
8.01.2001
alright, so the spamming on my email accounts has reached a ridiculous point. the ultimate, however, was receiving an email from miss cleo. LMAO. "VICKIE, call me now." WHY ME?!?!?!??!
i'm going to also try going through the "proper" channels, but i think one of my brother's friends is helping me score a big interview for once i get back to school. but i'm not going to jinx it by saying any more.
i've been watching the mtv: live and almost legal coverage today, taking a stroll down musical memory lane. good lord. paula abdul's "straight up" brought me back to fourth grade when karen ammersol came to my elementary school to teach all of the individual classes specific dances. my class, mrs. rusin's, earned the dubious distinction of having to dance to "tequila" dressed up as nerds and doing the peewee herman dance, while mrs. kent's fourth grade class got to dance to "straight up". i remember seething with jealousy, wishing i could wear the day-glo, bicycle shorts, and push-up socks they all got to wear instead of a wool vest and a bandaid on my glasses.
i'm going to also try going through the "proper" channels, but i think one of my brother's friends is helping me score a big interview for once i get back to school. but i'm not going to jinx it by saying any more.
i've been watching the mtv: live and almost legal coverage today, taking a stroll down musical memory lane. good lord. paula abdul's "straight up" brought me back to fourth grade when karen ammersol came to my elementary school to teach all of the individual classes specific dances. my class, mrs. rusin's, earned the dubious distinction of having to dance to "tequila" dressed up as nerds and doing the peewee herman dance, while mrs. kent's fourth grade class got to dance to "straight up". i remember seething with jealousy, wishing i could wear the day-glo, bicycle shorts, and push-up socks they all got to wear instead of a wool vest and a bandaid on my glasses.
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