I can't believe I forgot...

Rather than say I forgot, I'm going to say that I was waiting to save the best for last. So here, a week late, the best dance sequence in a movie.







Try to argue otherwise. I dare you.

It's about treehouses!!

So today's Music Week Blog Party is Guilty Pleasures. The problem is, I don't feel guilty for liking any of these. They are so totally rad in every way. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.



For some reason YouTube is not letting me embed any of these. Click the links for some awesomeness. I promise you will not be disappointed.



C'est La Vie- B*Witched



Bring it all back - S Club 7



Mmmbop - Hanson



Tonight - New Kids on the Block



Lucky - Britney Spears



Come on Over - Christina Aguilera



With You - Jessica Simpson



Status Quo - High School Musical

[I almost posted this with yesterday's post, but I definitely think it's more fitting here.]






**I'm hoping at least one of the two people who understand the title of this post are reading this. ken, friend, are you out there?

i wanna hug yo' face

go see coraline. like now. also check out coraline.com. you won't regret it.




promise.

20 days to break a habit...

I don't know where to start.




I'm going to be blogging more. But it's going to be different.




I've run out of good stories. I'm no longer working alone in a blind man's basement. No longer living with my crazy religious parents. No longer going on random dates with sketchy drunk russian guys.




I'm going to try and get better stories for you. I had one ready to go and I asked my non sketchy non drunk non russian friend ben to put together a corresponding image to post with my story. I figured this would make people forget that it wasn't really an interesting story at all. That was the plan. If you've met either Ben or myself then you know what happened. No picture, no story, sorry.




I've been saying sorry a lot recently. I want to stop. I want to stop having to say I'm sorry. I've been unhappy for a while. I want to stop all that. I'd like to stop working in advertising and living in Jersey City but that's not going to change at least for the next six months (the latter at least, who knows about the former). In the meantime, I'm going to focus my attention elsehwere. Here for one.




My friend Ben told me that it takes 20 days to break a habit. I believe him. April 1st is exactly 20 days from today. I've mentioned before that I don't like March. Mostly because it's a lie. It lies to you and makes you believe it's something it's not. I feel like I've become March. It's also a 31 day month with not a single closed work holiday. That means an extra long month of full five day work weeks.




But this March is going to be different. Every year March pushes me. It just pushes and pushes. This year, I'm fighting back. Watch out March, I'm coming for you!




I'm going to be posting on here a lot more. Some of my posts will be similar to previous posts. Some are going to be super duper random and maybe not make sense to anyone but me. I'm okay with that, I hope you are, too. Some of my stories will be about things that happened last month, last year, or even longer ago, when I actually had good stories to tell. Maybe by writing about them, I'll remember what makes a good story and I'll be more aware when a good story opportunity presents itself to me in the future.




During my not-so-brief blogging hiatus I was updating my tumblr truth and beauty bombs. You can check that out too if you want. Again, a lot of the stuff on there might make sense to no one but me, but a lot of its shiny and pretty so feel free to take a look around. A lot of the extra random stuff on there will probably eventually become a longer post explained on here so, you know, that's cool.




I guess I hope people read this. I mean, that's the point, right? I guess it doesn't really matter. I guess that's part of the habit. Caring if anyone's reading this. So maybe in 20 days it'll all be different. Maybe in 20 days it'll all be good again.

the bruises were fist kisses

spending time together is easy when you spend so much time apart. i gave up my freedom but i gained a second heart.




second heart is all i need this fall cuz you know i need someone to sing me to sleep.




making good decisions is easy when you haven't got a choice. telephone turn on sunshine when it sends you the right voice.




hello to the angry phone bill. they charge for my whole life. wise man, he once told me, cut the cord with a kitchen knife.




kitchen knife is all i need this fall cuz you know i need someone to sing me to




...zzz...






credit where credit is due.
"the bruises were fist kisses" accredited to Ben White
photos by alex johnson
lyrics - "Coupla Easy Things" Bishop Allen

Good luck, Goodbye. Thanks, Boss.

I'm pretty sure my stance on romance can be pretty easily summed up by my opinion that Bruce Springsteen's Thunder Road is one of the best love songs ever written if only for the lyric: You ain't a beauty but hey you're alright/Oh and that's alright with me. which is pretty much the sweetest thing ever. Followed closely by the lyrics of Billy Joel's Just the Way Your Are which essentially, if you think about it, says the same thing.

Explains a lot really.

If you're under the impression that I'm alright...

i wanted to post some cuz it's been some time and all. but tonight i worked crazy late. and now i'm just wasting time playlist-ing and magazine perusing and i can't seem to hold on to a thought long enough to actually put pen to paper so to speak so this is all i gots for now, other people much better at life than me:

the ones we love.
i need help.
american teen trailer.

Jeffrey Brown = Love

So I'm newly obsessed with alt/indie graphic novels. Forbidden Planet has become a very dangerous place for me, www.fartparty.org is like my new fav site, and Jeffrey Brown is totally my new imaginary boyfriend*.

So finding out that Jeff illustrated a video for Death Cab for Cute? Ummm...OMG! Like major!! [Note: overly exciting things make me talk/type/act like a moron]



*The fact that in most of Jeffrey Brown's books he actually very much reminds me of a recent boyfriend-like person in my life is only kinda weird and disturbing. I'd still date him.

Favorite person of the day.

My roommate's boyfriend is totally my favorite person today.

Last night was JM's wine and cheese party at our apartment. As the first guests start to arrive, Joseph cues up the music and he's playing some Billy Joel. Immediately I'm impressed. Yay, Joseph. Then I realize that he's not just playing a Billy Joel, he's playing an entire Billy Joel album! Now that's the way to get a party started!

After the Billy sadly comes to end, Joseph asks me to take over with DJ duties as he felt I had the best musical taste in the bunch.

Seriously! Favorite person ever?
Probably not.
Also, he's JM's bf so that would probably be weird.

But totally favorite person of the day!