Home Movies

So this is not actually a home movie of me but it definitely was/is a dream of mine but this nine year old rich bitch beat me to it--FRAME BY FRAME!

Can I Get A Countdown?

Sometimes when I'm really exhausted I listen to certain music to counter my mood and get my adrenaline pumping. Seeing as how tired lately I've been and how I assume this fad will continue for a while longer I thought it lucrative to make a playlist. I now present you with the highlights from "Get Pumped Up-Side Down" (that title may or may not be a reference to my senior year highschool yearbook).

Top 35 Songs to Get You Pumped:
Aaron's Party by Aaron Carter
Willenium by Will Smith
SOS by Rihanna
Don't Trust Me by 3Oh!3
Take You There by Sean Kingston
Piece of Me by Britney Spears
Don't Phunk With My Heart by The Black Eyed Peas
My Lips Like Sugar by Flo Rida
Love Foolsophy by Jamiroquai
Ain't No Other Man by Christina Aguilera
Walk Away by Kelly Clarkson
Disturbia by Rihanna
Krazy by Pitbull feat. Lil John
Good Girls Go Bad by Cobra Starship feat. Queen B
Part Time Lover by Stevie Wonder
Good Luck by Basement Jaxx
Let It Rock by Kevin Rudolf feat. Lil Wayne
Get It Shorty by Lloyd
Callin Out by Lyrics Born
Numb/Encore by Jay-Z and Linkin Park
We Run This by Missy Elliott
I Know You Want Me by Pitbull
Sir Duke by Stevie Wonder
Renegade by Styx
Church by T-Pain feat. Teddy Verseti
Get It Poppin by Fat Joe feat. Nelly
Move On Up by Curtis Mayfield
Footloose by Kenny Loggins
Hard to Handle by The Black Crowes
Makes Me Wonder by Maroon 5
A Little Less Conversation by Elvis Presley
Disease by Matchbox 20
She's Only 18 by Red Hot Chili Peppers
Do What You Want by OK Go
Toxic by Britney Spears

Craft Foul (Like Party Foul, but Lamer)

There are so many reasons that the Internet is my favorite thing ever and this blog Regretsy (get it: regret + etsy! It took me a second, too. Don't feel bad) has now been added to that list. Here are a few highlights from the first few pages:

Friday Lolz

So after Jezebel destroyed my life by not preparing me for a woman wearing period juice as lipstick I went to my other blogs to find an anti-dote. Thank god for this:

This Is How We Do It (AWK Edition)

I've been doing a lot of heavy drinking lately. This is the one downside to not really getting sick or that hungover, you never really learn your lesson. But then there are those moments that only came about because you were shwasty wasty-finding nemo-sleepovers-getting drunk-drunk that make it all worthwhile. (That was an inside joke that I don't think anyone who reads my blog will understand. But Katie and Bri, if you ever do, that one was for you!)

It's bad, but I'm kind of glad I've been doing the party thing so much lately. For the first time in three years (it's our anniversary today actually) I'm single-ish and feel independent. Charlie never wanted to go out, drink, or smoke and I spent so much of last year talking on the phone and missing him I barely left my dorm room. And it's not like going out to bars or going to/throwing dance parties is really doing something when you think of it in terms of all the wild opportunities New York City offers, but I'm in college for Christ's sake! And now I actually feel that way.

The New School is such a weird environment with no sense of community and so many people I mock and hate. It's bad, but going to parties reminds me of home and how college life there works. I mean, I do other things here too (went to a live radio show taping on Friday for instance), but the past few weeks the highlights have definitely been the trucked, whamied, and wasted ones. And I'm Ok with that.

Where else would you get the memory of my roommate and I balled up on the kitchen floor at 3 am in stiches after I yell out "I'm wearing all white!!!!...But it's ok! It's not after labor day!!!" (It was, in fact, the day before Labor Day). And then waking up the next morning to this:

In case you couldn't tell, that's a cookie sheet which had been used for nachos made with slices of American cheese (surprisingly delicious), a literal pot full of brownies, a stuffed animal rabbit who had been beaten so badly the night before his face had become even more squooshed, and a bunch of other mess that hadn't been there when we had left to go out. This picture really can't even capture the mess Kelly and I made of the apartment that night before passing out while watching Veronica Mars (we often make it a habit to leave parties a little early so we stay awake enough to watch an episode of a tv show).

And without these party adventures we never would have had these precious moments:
So let's just all raise our glasses (or full wine bottle) to another few crazy weeks and just hope that Kelly will never have to drag me home passed out ever again. Mazel tov!

They Really Will Never Let Go

I think it's very appropriate that the morning after the 90s party I threw last night I learn of this interesting piece of news.

Titanic (or Tightanic as Sarah and I like to call it) is going to be re-released in 3-D. I'm a little wary of this whole 3-D aspect, but frankly I don't really care that much. I'm just pumped to go see Titanic in theaters. It'll be like 1997 all over again and that, my friends, was a good year. That was the year I watched Don't Tell Mom the Babysitter's Dead about a thousand times and it was the year my dad flew from New Mexico to Illinois with a turtle in his shirt pocket.

Sidenote about last night's party: Kelly and I were really not looking forward to hosting the party because we're both lazy fucks and didn't want to have to deal with the disgusting cleanup but to our delight we woke up and the only real mess there was to clean up were tons of feathers and scrunchies. The streamers even made it through the night! I think that's a pretty good reflection of how awesome of a party we throw.

Not Another Gay Boyfriend

I have a problem with gay face. It needs to be dealt with. Or I should just admit defeat.