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ishyfaceSongs I heard on the radio today that just happen to be my favourites: "Welcome To The Black Parade" by My Chemical Romance, "No Rain" by Blind Melon, "Load Me Up" by Matthew Good Band, "When I Come Around" by Green Day, "Losing My Religion" by R.E.M., and "Sex On Fire" by Kings of Leon. And not a single Simple Plan tune! Good show, radio, good show.
(A lot of those songs have really specific memories attached to them for me, which is why I like them so much. The one that strikes me most is "Load Me Up"- I listened to that on the long drive to Corner Brook for my first year of university. In my head it's all dark roads and bright lights and sleepy holding hands. Naww.)
I am starting to hate my job! That took... longer than I'd expected, to be honest. :/ It is partly because of the insaaaaaane gender segregation there- and the fact that I have apparently been relegated to The Girl Table, which, yeah- but mostly it's because people keep telling me things.
FYI: there are some things I do not want to know! For example, I don't want to know who you think killed Kurt CObain. I do not want to know how badly you want to bang Robert Pattinson. I do not want to know about how precious your grandchildren are. I do not want to know which Jonas Brother is your favourite.* I DO NOT WANT TO KNOW WHEN YOU LAST HAD SEX WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND AND WHETHER OR NOT HE CAME IN YOU JESUS CHRIST NO. And yet, these are the things people have been gleefully filling my ears with for the past few months.
Honestly, it makes me worry that I come off as friendly and approachable. I am NEITHER. Clearly I need to work on my glower. For the moment I will content myself with decorating fruit pies to look like colourful vaginas.
In news that does not involve me being a misanthrope, I've got my classes mostly picked for the upcoming semester. Mostly. I am taking Victorian Literature (requirement- I am not a big fan of the Victorians), Logic (another requirement, I'm not a big fan of logic either), Philosophy and Contemporary Issues (I expect to defend the ethics of abortion at least once a week), Contemporary Religious Movements (filler class), and Utopias and Dystopias. I'm only waitlisted for that one, though, so I may have to take something else to fill up the time slot. I'm thinking either a class on the Greek gods or a History of the Roma in Eastern Europe course.
God, I love college. (And women. And drinking. And blah blah blah.)
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dimethirwen: Racism, Right-Wing Rage and the Politics of White Nostalgia. My favourite part:
"They seem to think there was once a time of innocence when oppression wasn't happening, or that we can easily extract from our accounting of those crimes the great and noble things about our forefathers and view them in some patriotic vacuum. But we can't. Anymore so than we can say that the man who beats his wife might still be a loving father. Or that the company that poisons the air and water with toxic chemicals is still okay because they have a good record on labor or because they give a percentage of their annual profits to charity."
YESSSSSSS THAT. The whole health care debate gets me down, mostly because of fucking course everyone deserves health care what the fuck are you even debating, but whenever anyone longs for a "simpler time" I am liable to get angry. That simpler time came with a side of RACISM, asshole. Ugh.
A new Panic! interview. Yeah, Brendon and Spencer are charming and adorable, but you know who's the real star of that video? STEVEN FUCKING SMITH THAT'S WHO. I want him to come to my house and eat soup and watch John Hughes movies. I bet he likes Ferris the best. He seems like the type.
(Sup, I love music television presenters a little too much sometimes. :D?)
The Cab is officially not lulzy anymore. D:
An interesting article about John Hughes films that focuses largely (but not exclusively) on gender and sexual politics. About a week old, but still a fun read. Unrelated but from the same source: let's talk about William Golding! Because rape = not okay, even if you did write a world-famous meditation on the intrinsic evil of man. (Or if you are the singer of an indie band a certain Ish used to love kind of hard. Fuck you, Isaac Brock.)
I've spent the last week or two working, dressing up as a goffick person and hanging out in grocery stores, riding in shopping carts at midnight, talking about books, watching musicals, pulling poetry out of hats, and refusing to clean my house. Being me is kind of really enjoyable right now.
* PLEASE NOTE: This is a lie.
(A lot of those songs have really specific memories attached to them for me, which is why I like them so much. The one that strikes me most is "Load Me Up"- I listened to that on the long drive to Corner Brook for my first year of university. In my head it's all dark roads and bright lights and sleepy holding hands. Naww.)
I am starting to hate my job! That took... longer than I'd expected, to be honest. :/ It is partly because of the insaaaaaane gender segregation there- and the fact that I have apparently been relegated to The Girl Table, which, yeah- but mostly it's because people keep telling me things.
FYI: there are some things I do not want to know! For example, I don't want to know who you think killed Kurt CObain. I do not want to know how badly you want to bang Robert Pattinson. I do not want to know about how precious your grandchildren are. I do not want to know which Jonas Brother is your favourite.* I DO NOT WANT TO KNOW WHEN YOU LAST HAD SEX WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND AND WHETHER OR NOT HE CAME IN YOU JESUS CHRIST NO. And yet, these are the things people have been gleefully filling my ears with for the past few months.
Honestly, it makes me worry that I come off as friendly and approachable. I am NEITHER. Clearly I need to work on my glower. For the moment I will content myself with decorating fruit pies to look like colourful vaginas.
In news that does not involve me being a misanthrope, I've got my classes mostly picked for the upcoming semester. Mostly. I am taking Victorian Literature (requirement- I am not a big fan of the Victorians), Logic (another requirement, I'm not a big fan of logic either), Philosophy and Contemporary Issues (I expect to defend the ethics of abortion at least once a week), Contemporary Religious Movements (filler class), and Utopias and Dystopias. I'm only waitlisted for that one, though, so I may have to take something else to fill up the time slot. I'm thinking either a class on the Greek gods or a History of the Roma in Eastern Europe course.
God, I love college. (And women. And drinking. And blah blah blah.)
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dimethirwen: Racism, Right-Wing Rage and the Politics of White Nostalgia. My favourite part:"They seem to think there was once a time of innocence when oppression wasn't happening, or that we can easily extract from our accounting of those crimes the great and noble things about our forefathers and view them in some patriotic vacuum. But we can't. Anymore so than we can say that the man who beats his wife might still be a loving father. Or that the company that poisons the air and water with toxic chemicals is still okay because they have a good record on labor or because they give a percentage of their annual profits to charity."
YESSSSSSS THAT. The whole health care debate gets me down, mostly because of fucking course everyone deserves health care what the fuck are you even debating, but whenever anyone longs for a "simpler time" I am liable to get angry. That simpler time came with a side of RACISM, asshole. Ugh.
A new Panic! interview. Yeah, Brendon and Spencer are charming and adorable, but you know who's the real star of that video? STEVEN FUCKING SMITH THAT'S WHO. I want him to come to my house and eat soup and watch John Hughes movies. I bet he likes Ferris the best. He seems like the type.
(Sup, I love music television presenters a little too much sometimes. :D?)
The Cab is officially not lulzy anymore. D:
An interesting article about John Hughes films that focuses largely (but not exclusively) on gender and sexual politics. About a week old, but still a fun read. Unrelated but from the same source: let's talk about William Golding! Because rape = not okay, even if you did write a world-famous meditation on the intrinsic evil of man. (Or if you are the singer of an indie band a certain Ish used to love kind of hard. Fuck you, Isaac Brock.)
I've spent the last week or two working, dressing up as a goffick person and hanging out in grocery stores, riding in shopping carts at midnight, talking about books, watching musicals, pulling poetry out of hats, and refusing to clean my house. Being me is kind of really enjoyable right now.
* PLEASE NOTE: This is a lie.