Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Circa 1989
My mother has been cleaning house... she wants the house clean for when she goes into surgery tomorrow. (Don't ask me, I don't understand it either.) Anyway, in her travels, she discovered my "journal" we were required to write in school in 2nd grade. I got a kick out of it, and as this is a journal of sorts, I figured I'd share this archaic journal of yore with the present journal-reading public. (Note: All spelling has been kept as-written in 1989 for an authentic feel. All notes by the 2005 version of Claire will be in parentheses and italics so as to be distinguished from the ancient text. It will also be blue.)
8/29
I liked it at chataqa lake. When we were there, we had lots of good stuff! we even brout our Nintendo! We had infadable things. We had a shark and an alagator.
8/30
yesterday I went to the dentist. And no cavadys! That is all I have to say.
8/31
(fun)
I like it at sea world and kennywood. I also like to pig out on popcorn! And I like nintendo.
9/12
tonight is the first nigt at dance class. My frends cat is coming. His name is frank!! (Note: I remember this. I meant to say that Frank was coming to our house... we were cat sitting. He did not go to dance class.)
9/13
I have nothing to say. (I was minimalist.)
9/18
I am very tired. I have had a long day. I had g.a.t.e. today. Boy I am hungry.
9/25
I bout an old traper keeper from my sister. I am haveing agood day.
9/26
I had library. I have dance class.
9/28
I am haveing a good day exept for one thing I forgot my lunch! I am getting mad be cause Lauren and Ricky are making alot of noise. I like Mrs. Perella. (It never hurts to suck up to the teacher.)
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That is all for today. I'll probably post some more next time. Too tired now. And besides, tomorrow I have to get up very very early to take my momma to the hospital for her surgery. Wish us luck!
My mother has been cleaning house... she wants the house clean for when she goes into surgery tomorrow. (Don't ask me, I don't understand it either.) Anyway, in her travels, she discovered my "journal" we were required to write in school in 2nd grade. I got a kick out of it, and as this is a journal of sorts, I figured I'd share this archaic journal of yore with the present journal-reading public. (Note: All spelling has been kept as-written in 1989 for an authentic feel. All notes by the 2005 version of Claire will be in parentheses and italics so as to be distinguished from the ancient text. It will also be blue.)
8/29
I liked it at chataqa lake. When we were there, we had lots of good stuff! we even brout our Nintendo! We had infadable things. We had a shark and an alagator.
8/30
yesterday I went to the dentist. And no cavadys! That is all I have to say.
8/31
(fun)
I like it at sea world and kennywood. I also like to pig out on popcorn! And I like nintendo.
9/12
tonight is the first nigt at dance class. My frends cat is coming. His name is frank!! (Note: I remember this. I meant to say that Frank was coming to our house... we were cat sitting. He did not go to dance class.)
9/13
I have nothing to say. (I was minimalist.)
9/18
I am very tired. I have had a long day. I had g.a.t.e. today. Boy I am hungry.
9/25
I bout an old traper keeper from my sister. I am haveing agood day.
9/26
I had library. I have dance class.
9/28
I am haveing a good day exept for one thing I forgot my lunch! I am getting mad be cause Lauren and Ricky are making alot of noise. I like Mrs. Perella. (It never hurts to suck up to the teacher.)
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That is all for today. I'll probably post some more next time. Too tired now. And besides, tomorrow I have to get up very very early to take my momma to the hospital for her surgery. Wish us luck!
Monday, April 25, 2005
Smack Us Around!
It's fun.
I don't like the "Just For Men" commercial that just came on. Just though I'd share. I said the word "Just" three times already.
Now four.
Not much has happened since my last entry, so I don't have too much to say. I guess I just kinda felt like typing.
Saturday night, John, Jase and I went to John's friend's place. We played some beer pong, and unfortunately I sucked most of the night until I teamed up with John instead of my former teammate, Courtney. For some reason, when I joined up with John I made cup after cup after cup, and we almost shut out the other team.
That was a fun time.
I guess that's really all that I have to say. Soon I shall share my blog from the past. (Details to follow)
I don't like the "Just For Men" commercial that just came on. Just though I'd share. I said the word "Just" three times already.
Now four.
Not much has happened since my last entry, so I don't have too much to say. I guess I just kinda felt like typing.
Saturday night, John, Jase and I went to John's friend's place. We played some beer pong, and unfortunately I sucked most of the night until I teamed up with John instead of my former teammate, Courtney. For some reason, when I joined up with John I made cup after cup after cup, and we almost shut out the other team.
That was a fun time.
I guess that's really all that I have to say. Soon I shall share my blog from the past. (Details to follow)
Friday, April 22, 2005
I Looked So Hot Yesterday
No... for real... I did. I looked damn hot yesterday.
Aw, these past couple days have been so great. I miss Tamara Snyder like nobody's business. She arrived on Wednesday and I met her for a beer at Primanti's, which was great. After that we went to the mall 'cause she forgot to bring a pair of shoes to wear to 80's night, so we were going to go purchase some. While we were there I decided I needed to buy a purse because the one I have is simply below my standards, and I found the perfect purse. PERFECT. No. I'm not even lying. It's the best purse ever. It's big enough to fit all my stuff, and yet, it doesn't look like a suitcase. It's got a compartment for my cell phone so I don't have to dig everywhere when it rings, it's got big open parts that are easy to get to in a hurry (for money, etc) and also zipper compartments for things you don't want out in the open where they can fall out easily (like tampons.) So I was so thrilled to find this purse... and this is the (almost) best part - it was twelve bucks. Twelve bucks!
But wait.
There's more.
So I went to pay for the aforementioned purse, and the dude at the register was talking at me. It went something like this:
Dude: Do you have a Sears charge card?
Me: No.
Dude: Would you li-
Me: NO!
Dude: But it -
Me: Nooooooooooooooo
Dude: If you apply for a Sears card, you'll save $15. And as your purse is $12, you'll actually have credit on the card.
Me: ......
Dude: You won't have to pay for anything.
Me: ... you are going to give me three dollars to take this purse?
Dude: Yes.
So, I finally broke down. I know it will be okay - I only have 2 other store credit cards, and neither of them have a balance... I never use them, I don't even know if I still have them, and they've never been a problem. And seeing as this one will owe me money instead of vice versa, I couldn't turn it down. So I walked away with a free purse and a $3.00 credit on my card. The dude said he thinks if you don't use the card in a while they'll cut me a check. Pretty cool, huh? Especially considering I was preparing to buy the purse regardless of all that. So that was awesome.
Then yesterday after work, I met Sarah and Tam at Mad Mex for happy hora. Unfortunately, I hit rush hour traffic on my way in, and then couldn't find a parking space, so they had already eaten and were working on their second margaritas by the time I arrived. I didn't want to hold them up, so I skipped on the food and ordered a margarita, which I drank as fast as I could so I could catch up. (Mind you, the Margaritas at Mad Mex are HUGE and are rumored to be 5 shots of tequila.) Tam had taken a couple sips of her second margarita and determined that she could not drink it, so as I finished my first, she gave her second to me, which I also drank rather quickly. With nothing in my stomach but 2 HUGE margaritas and a handfull of corn chips, the three of us staggered back to Sarah's place. En route, I remembered that Dr. Inkster had called me to ask if I could play somewhere, and I figured, what better time to call back than now? Have you ever drunk dialed a former professor? If not, you should.
So we had a lovely chat and I will be playing a concert on Tuesday. Good stuff.
Anyway, we got to Sarah's and figured it would be a couple hours til we left for 80's night, so we should drink something to keep the buzz going in the meantime. Enter: Keystone Ice. Typically, I nearly vomit just looking at Keystone Ice. But I gotta tell ya, when your teeth and taste buds are numb, it's not that bad! So the three of us drank gross beer and got all hoochied out to go to 80's night. Did I crimp my hair? You bet your sweet patootie I did! (Actually, technically Sarah crimped my hair... but it was crimped nonetheless.) This is from whence the title of this blog comes. We looked.... so hot. I'm not even lying. We looked so freakin' hot, even I was turned on, and I'm a heterosexual female. We had crimped hair and short skirts and knee-high boots and just amazing beautiful breathtaking hotness. At some point we put on the mix CD I made Sarah and danced around... sigh... just like college days. And Jason came over at some point too. Then the four of us left for 80's night (which rhymes with Ladies' Night, the lyrics of which Josh sent to my phone via text message cause he's freakin' awesome) looking hot and feeling just a tad messed up.
At eighties night, there were other beautiful people, great 80's tunes, and a girl I knew in high school, which was pretty cool. At some point, after several mixed drinks, John showed up and I think I spilled drinks on him all night, so I feel bad. But he seemed to be having a good time. We all were. We all had a a damn good time. We did lots of dancing and lots of drinking and lots of screaming (why the hell not?) and general merriment was plentiful.
After that, we went back to Sarah's and partook in the usual activities of Sarah's place, including, of course, Domino's pizza, which tastes nasty unless it's like, 3 am and you've been drinking. Before I knew it, it was very very late and it occured to me I'd have to work in about 5 hours. So I went home all kinds of sad because I wished I wasn't a grownup with a job and responsibilities and crap. (But hey, at least I looked damn hot.)
This morning when I woke up, I had the worst headache I think I've ever had in my life ever. This was unfortunate. I was a champ though, and went to work, only to discover that there was no work to do. I've been awesome at work lately and had done all the work there was to do. So, hungover and bored, I asked my boss if I could leave and she let me go without asking any further questions. She's awesome.
So here I am. Noon on a Friday, home from work, hungover and yet contented. I think A Great Fall is playing tonight (things I should know, huh?) at some small high school somewhere... it's really short notice. It only really came up because our drummer's other band was supposed to play, and they bailed, so he asked us if we'd come jam instead, so that's the plan. It'll be cool. Although... come to think of it, I wonder if we're supposed to bring equipment. Hmm...
My nickname in the band is "Purple Lightning." This is because I went to purchase a guitar strap and the cheapest one they had had purple lightning bolts on it... and the name was born. (Ya'd think they'd have plain ones, but nooo) So that's kinda stuck. I have a surprise for the band though. (Don't tell!) I actually own a shirt... with a blue glitterly lightning bolt on it. (Okay, so it's not purple, but the band is very easily amused, so I'm quite certain they'll get a kick out of it anyway) I am going to wear the shirt tonight, and because they're such losers, I know they'll love it. Haha... damn I love those guys.
Wait... did I already tell the story about the guitar strap? Hmm. Oh well.
That's really it for the goings on. I'm sure I'll write more later. I've been in a bloggy mood as of late.
Peace out homies.
Aw, these past couple days have been so great. I miss Tamara Snyder like nobody's business. She arrived on Wednesday and I met her for a beer at Primanti's, which was great. After that we went to the mall 'cause she forgot to bring a pair of shoes to wear to 80's night, so we were going to go purchase some. While we were there I decided I needed to buy a purse because the one I have is simply below my standards, and I found the perfect purse. PERFECT. No. I'm not even lying. It's the best purse ever. It's big enough to fit all my stuff, and yet, it doesn't look like a suitcase. It's got a compartment for my cell phone so I don't have to dig everywhere when it rings, it's got big open parts that are easy to get to in a hurry (for money, etc) and also zipper compartments for things you don't want out in the open where they can fall out easily (like tampons.) So I was so thrilled to find this purse... and this is the (almost) best part - it was twelve bucks. Twelve bucks!
But wait.
There's more.
So I went to pay for the aforementioned purse, and the dude at the register was talking at me. It went something like this:
Dude: Do you have a Sears charge card?
Me: No.
Dude: Would you li-
Me: NO!
Dude: But it -
Me: Nooooooooooooooo
Dude: If you apply for a Sears card, you'll save $15. And as your purse is $12, you'll actually have credit on the card.
Me: ......
Dude: You won't have to pay for anything.
Me: ... you are going to give me three dollars to take this purse?
Dude: Yes.
So, I finally broke down. I know it will be okay - I only have 2 other store credit cards, and neither of them have a balance... I never use them, I don't even know if I still have them, and they've never been a problem. And seeing as this one will owe me money instead of vice versa, I couldn't turn it down. So I walked away with a free purse and a $3.00 credit on my card. The dude said he thinks if you don't use the card in a while they'll cut me a check. Pretty cool, huh? Especially considering I was preparing to buy the purse regardless of all that. So that was awesome.
Then yesterday after work, I met Sarah and Tam at Mad Mex for happy hora. Unfortunately, I hit rush hour traffic on my way in, and then couldn't find a parking space, so they had already eaten and were working on their second margaritas by the time I arrived. I didn't want to hold them up, so I skipped on the food and ordered a margarita, which I drank as fast as I could so I could catch up. (Mind you, the Margaritas at Mad Mex are HUGE and are rumored to be 5 shots of tequila.) Tam had taken a couple sips of her second margarita and determined that she could not drink it, so as I finished my first, she gave her second to me, which I also drank rather quickly. With nothing in my stomach but 2 HUGE margaritas and a handfull of corn chips, the three of us staggered back to Sarah's place. En route, I remembered that Dr. Inkster had called me to ask if I could play somewhere, and I figured, what better time to call back than now? Have you ever drunk dialed a former professor? If not, you should.
So we had a lovely chat and I will be playing a concert on Tuesday. Good stuff.
Anyway, we got to Sarah's and figured it would be a couple hours til we left for 80's night, so we should drink something to keep the buzz going in the meantime. Enter: Keystone Ice. Typically, I nearly vomit just looking at Keystone Ice. But I gotta tell ya, when your teeth and taste buds are numb, it's not that bad! So the three of us drank gross beer and got all hoochied out to go to 80's night. Did I crimp my hair? You bet your sweet patootie I did! (Actually, technically Sarah crimped my hair... but it was crimped nonetheless.) This is from whence the title of this blog comes. We looked.... so hot. I'm not even lying. We looked so freakin' hot, even I was turned on, and I'm a heterosexual female. We had crimped hair and short skirts and knee-high boots and just amazing beautiful breathtaking hotness. At some point we put on the mix CD I made Sarah and danced around... sigh... just like college days. And Jason came over at some point too. Then the four of us left for 80's night (which rhymes with Ladies' Night, the lyrics of which Josh sent to my phone via text message cause he's freakin' awesome) looking hot and feeling just a tad messed up.
At eighties night, there were other beautiful people, great 80's tunes, and a girl I knew in high school, which was pretty cool. At some point, after several mixed drinks, John showed up and I think I spilled drinks on him all night, so I feel bad. But he seemed to be having a good time. We all were. We all had a a damn good time. We did lots of dancing and lots of drinking and lots of screaming (why the hell not?) and general merriment was plentiful.
After that, we went back to Sarah's and partook in the usual activities of Sarah's place, including, of course, Domino's pizza, which tastes nasty unless it's like, 3 am and you've been drinking. Before I knew it, it was very very late and it occured to me I'd have to work in about 5 hours. So I went home all kinds of sad because I wished I wasn't a grownup with a job and responsibilities and crap. (But hey, at least I looked damn hot.)
This morning when I woke up, I had the worst headache I think I've ever had in my life ever. This was unfortunate. I was a champ though, and went to work, only to discover that there was no work to do. I've been awesome at work lately and had done all the work there was to do. So, hungover and bored, I asked my boss if I could leave and she let me go without asking any further questions. She's awesome.
So here I am. Noon on a Friday, home from work, hungover and yet contented. I think A Great Fall is playing tonight (things I should know, huh?) at some small high school somewhere... it's really short notice. It only really came up because our drummer's other band was supposed to play, and they bailed, so he asked us if we'd come jam instead, so that's the plan. It'll be cool. Although... come to think of it, I wonder if we're supposed to bring equipment. Hmm...
My nickname in the band is "Purple Lightning." This is because I went to purchase a guitar strap and the cheapest one they had had purple lightning bolts on it... and the name was born. (Ya'd think they'd have plain ones, but nooo) So that's kinda stuck. I have a surprise for the band though. (Don't tell!) I actually own a shirt... with a blue glitterly lightning bolt on it. (Okay, so it's not purple, but the band is very easily amused, so I'm quite certain they'll get a kick out of it anyway) I am going to wear the shirt tonight, and because they're such losers, I know they'll love it. Haha... damn I love those guys.
Wait... did I already tell the story about the guitar strap? Hmm. Oh well.
That's really it for the goings on. I'm sure I'll write more later. I've been in a bloggy mood as of late.
Peace out homies.
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
A New Day
A Kinda New-y Blog
Look around! Beams of light are streaming onto your computer screen, are they not? I am a big fan of the new style of this blog... it's refreshing and clean looking. I am interested to hear feedback on it. Blogreaders? Do we like the change? Yes? No?
Anyway, I haven't written for a couple of centuries, mainly because there's been lots of stuff going on. I spent the majority of last weekend locked in a tiny room with three bandmates and an old dude who kinda looks like Neil Young and calls himself "Don the Guitarman." Gotta tell ya - purchasing recording time is a trip. A lot of money, but a trip. Don the Guitarman did all our recording for us and helped us mix, and although he was kinda creepy and asked my bandmates creepy questions about me while I was in the booth singing, he seemed pretty cool and did a good job helping us record. Not only that, but he was impressed with our songwriting and asked us if we'd like to "jam" with him on a couple of tunes he'd written for an ongoing gig he has at "Rockin' Willie's Road House." (Although, according to Don, the "use" is not functional on the Rockin' Willie's sign, so all the regulars refer to it affectionately as "Rockin' Willie's Road Ho.") Don even wrote a song... about Rockin' Willie's Road Ho... it's kinda weird. I now sing backup on it. A Great Fall and Don the Guitarman are preparing to do a couple of shows together at Rockin' Willie's. Now, I have never been to Rockin' Willies, but I picture the kind of place that Arnie always encounters when he travels from the future to terminate John Connor. (This of course, does not include the bar he encounters in T-3.) So... I'm kinda curious to see how this goes. But hey, you gotta start somewhere, right?
In addition to the recording madness, I've also been fighting off a killer cold, which has put me in a non-bloggy mood lately. Also, my mother is preparing for some pretty hardcore surgery, which is kinda a bummer and she's been requiring lots of moral support lately. She hasn't been on my nerves much these days, so I'm happy to oblige. She's a cool lady. I always feel bad when I talk (or blog) smack about her.
And there's even more going on! This past weekend, Joshie McJosherton came into town to spend the weekend with me, which was really great. Got to spend some time with Big Rich and a Big bonfire, we drank some, hung out with the band, drove to a Wendy's far far (Pfarr?) away, and had a generally jolly time. We also attended a Shins concert (which was free, and that's always awesome, despite the drunk asshole who nearly broke my foot when he fell on it). Oh yeah, there was homemade strawberry shortcake too, which was delicious. (I helped!)
The lovely Tamara Snyder will be arriving in Pittsburgh tomorrow, and the lovely Sarah Benvenurinarytractinfection and I are quivering with anticipation. Life can never be dull when Tam's around. There will be laughter and drinking and fun at '80's night on Thursday, (despite my having to work on Friday... pshht, you only live once.)
And after that, my freshman year roommate Caroline (whom I still converse with from time to time) will be coming to Pittsburgh to see Aqualung at Club Cafe. I can kill multiple birds with one stone here, because not only do I get to see Aqualung, but I get to hang with a friend I haven't seen in a long time, and while I'm at Club Cafe, I can flirt with whomever is in charge and slip him/her a demo in the hopes to snag a gig for the band. Genius!
And speaking of goings on, I am glad to see we (and by "we" I mean "everyone except me because I am the only person on the planet who isn't Catholic") have a new Pope! Despite being Presbyterian, I am mighty pleased to see this whole procedure... I came home on my lunch break today and turned on the tv to see a bunch of foreign people and reporters debating for a very long time about the color of some smoke... and at first I was confused. But I learned a lot today in watching the whole "election of a new Pope" process... I really had no idea how it was done before, and now I know. And ya know? It was really cool... even though I'm not a Pope follower, it was really kinda exciting to see who would lead a whole bunch of people through the next X number of years... I can see how this is very important to a lot of people, and although I'm not Catholic, the Catholic force is huge in this country, and it does affect me and those around me. I'm interested in Catholic goings on, and I think we all should be. My entire extended family is Catholic to the max, and it's cool to see all of this stuff and how it works, and whatnot. So yeah, best of luck to Pope Benedict XVI. (That is 16, yes? I think so... I dunno.) My Presby prayers go out to him in his quest to become the best pope yet. (Do Popes compete for "best pope yet?" Are there Pope awards? Hmm...) Cool shit.
In making my usual blog rounds (this means reading my friends' blogs like I do frequently) I came across Tony's blog and was tickled to find that he writes differently than I. He addresses people directly in his blog. He doesn't talk in the third person. He treats it like it's a letter to somebody, or a way of addressing his public. I kinda like that. So for the remainder of this paragraph, I am going to do the same. How do you like that Tony? Yeah that's right, I'm talking to YOU Antonio DeCunzo. And hey, thanks for saying you liked the demo. I take pride in the fact that we wrote those songs. No covers on that puppy. And I also take pride in the fact that there are no voice filters on it, and no digital altering of pitches or even any note durations or anything. The only thing we did in the mixing room was mess with the volumes of stuff and add echo or reverb to the existing tracks. They didn't "fix" any of my singing. Not bad for a girl who had the Martian death flu that day, huh? Okay, I'm done bragging now. I am a little weirded out to hear that there's a philosophy book pertaining to Star Wars. It might be pretty cool though. And is the whole Losers Crew getting together to go see that movie? What day of the week is the 19th? Anyway, that's all about that. Hope you had a fabulous weekend, Tony. Now back to addressing the masses.
It occurs to me at this point that I have nothing to say to the masses. Kinda anticlimactic. Hey masses, you suck!
Just kidding, you don't suck.
Look around! Beams of light are streaming onto your computer screen, are they not? I am a big fan of the new style of this blog... it's refreshing and clean looking. I am interested to hear feedback on it. Blogreaders? Do we like the change? Yes? No?
Anyway, I haven't written for a couple of centuries, mainly because there's been lots of stuff going on. I spent the majority of last weekend locked in a tiny room with three bandmates and an old dude who kinda looks like Neil Young and calls himself "Don the Guitarman." Gotta tell ya - purchasing recording time is a trip. A lot of money, but a trip. Don the Guitarman did all our recording for us and helped us mix, and although he was kinda creepy and asked my bandmates creepy questions about me while I was in the booth singing, he seemed pretty cool and did a good job helping us record. Not only that, but he was impressed with our songwriting and asked us if we'd like to "jam" with him on a couple of tunes he'd written for an ongoing gig he has at "Rockin' Willie's Road House." (Although, according to Don, the "use" is not functional on the Rockin' Willie's sign, so all the regulars refer to it affectionately as "Rockin' Willie's Road Ho.") Don even wrote a song... about Rockin' Willie's Road Ho... it's kinda weird. I now sing backup on it. A Great Fall and Don the Guitarman are preparing to do a couple of shows together at Rockin' Willie's. Now, I have never been to Rockin' Willies, but I picture the kind of place that Arnie always encounters when he travels from the future to terminate John Connor. (This of course, does not include the bar he encounters in T-3.) So... I'm kinda curious to see how this goes. But hey, you gotta start somewhere, right?
In addition to the recording madness, I've also been fighting off a killer cold, which has put me in a non-bloggy mood lately. Also, my mother is preparing for some pretty hardcore surgery, which is kinda a bummer and she's been requiring lots of moral support lately. She hasn't been on my nerves much these days, so I'm happy to oblige. She's a cool lady. I always feel bad when I talk (or blog) smack about her.
And there's even more going on! This past weekend, Joshie McJosherton came into town to spend the weekend with me, which was really great. Got to spend some time with Big Rich and a Big bonfire, we drank some, hung out with the band, drove to a Wendy's far far (Pfarr?) away, and had a generally jolly time. We also attended a Shins concert (which was free, and that's always awesome, despite the drunk asshole who nearly broke my foot when he fell on it). Oh yeah, there was homemade strawberry shortcake too, which was delicious. (I helped!)
The lovely Tamara Snyder will be arriving in Pittsburgh tomorrow, and the lovely Sarah Benvenurinarytractinfection and I are quivering with anticipation. Life can never be dull when Tam's around. There will be laughter and drinking and fun at '80's night on Thursday, (despite my having to work on Friday... pshht, you only live once.)
And after that, my freshman year roommate Caroline (whom I still converse with from time to time) will be coming to Pittsburgh to see Aqualung at Club Cafe. I can kill multiple birds with one stone here, because not only do I get to see Aqualung, but I get to hang with a friend I haven't seen in a long time, and while I'm at Club Cafe, I can flirt with whomever is in charge and slip him/her a demo in the hopes to snag a gig for the band. Genius!
And speaking of goings on, I am glad to see we (and by "we" I mean "everyone except me because I am the only person on the planet who isn't Catholic") have a new Pope! Despite being Presbyterian, I am mighty pleased to see this whole procedure... I came home on my lunch break today and turned on the tv to see a bunch of foreign people and reporters debating for a very long time about the color of some smoke... and at first I was confused. But I learned a lot today in watching the whole "election of a new Pope" process... I really had no idea how it was done before, and now I know. And ya know? It was really cool... even though I'm not a Pope follower, it was really kinda exciting to see who would lead a whole bunch of people through the next X number of years... I can see how this is very important to a lot of people, and although I'm not Catholic, the Catholic force is huge in this country, and it does affect me and those around me. I'm interested in Catholic goings on, and I think we all should be. My entire extended family is Catholic to the max, and it's cool to see all of this stuff and how it works, and whatnot. So yeah, best of luck to Pope Benedict XVI. (That is 16, yes? I think so... I dunno.) My Presby prayers go out to him in his quest to become the best pope yet. (Do Popes compete for "best pope yet?" Are there Pope awards? Hmm...) Cool shit.
In making my usual blog rounds (this means reading my friends' blogs like I do frequently) I came across Tony's blog and was tickled to find that he writes differently than I. He addresses people directly in his blog. He doesn't talk in the third person. He treats it like it's a letter to somebody, or a way of addressing his public. I kinda like that. So for the remainder of this paragraph, I am going to do the same. How do you like that Tony? Yeah that's right, I'm talking to YOU Antonio DeCunzo. And hey, thanks for saying you liked the demo. I take pride in the fact that we wrote those songs. No covers on that puppy. And I also take pride in the fact that there are no voice filters on it, and no digital altering of pitches or even any note durations or anything. The only thing we did in the mixing room was mess with the volumes of stuff and add echo or reverb to the existing tracks. They didn't "fix" any of my singing. Not bad for a girl who had the Martian death flu that day, huh? Okay, I'm done bragging now. I am a little weirded out to hear that there's a philosophy book pertaining to Star Wars. It might be pretty cool though. And is the whole Losers Crew getting together to go see that movie? What day of the week is the 19th? Anyway, that's all about that. Hope you had a fabulous weekend, Tony. Now back to addressing the masses.
It occurs to me at this point that I have nothing to say to the masses. Kinda anticlimactic. Hey masses, you suck!
Just kidding, you don't suck.
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
So It's Not the Way I'd Planned
I'll get 'em next time
Go figure. Three days until A Great Fall is supposed to meet to utilize the ridiculously expensive recording time we purchased... and I come down with the Martian death flu. I drank an entire gallon of juice today and left work early in the hopes of kicking this thing. I do feel a little bit better, but I guess we'll just have to wait and see.
In staying home, however, I have been able to watch more episodes of my Friends DVDs... and, hey, there was an episode in which Phoebe got a cold, and she tried singing at the coffee house (she does that) and it ended up being a huge success because the cold gave her a sexy voice. Once she got better, she spent the majority of her time trying to catch another cold. So hey, this could work out for me in the end. Maybe I'll sing all sexy if this thing hangs around. That would rule.
Of course... I'll be singing Great Fall songs... not "Smelly Cat." Although... hey, I could give that one a shot too.
Found out I'm getting a pretty cute check back from the government come tax time. Unfortunately it has to go right to my bills. Boo.
Yeah, boring day today. That's about it.
Go figure. Three days until A Great Fall is supposed to meet to utilize the ridiculously expensive recording time we purchased... and I come down with the Martian death flu. I drank an entire gallon of juice today and left work early in the hopes of kicking this thing. I do feel a little bit better, but I guess we'll just have to wait and see.
In staying home, however, I have been able to watch more episodes of my Friends DVDs... and, hey, there was an episode in which Phoebe got a cold, and she tried singing at the coffee house (she does that) and it ended up being a huge success because the cold gave her a sexy voice. Once she got better, she spent the majority of her time trying to catch another cold. So hey, this could work out for me in the end. Maybe I'll sing all sexy if this thing hangs around. That would rule.
Of course... I'll be singing Great Fall songs... not "Smelly Cat." Although... hey, I could give that one a shot too.
Found out I'm getting a pretty cute check back from the government come tax time. Unfortunately it has to go right to my bills. Boo.
Yeah, boring day today. That's about it.
Monday, April 04, 2005
Photographs
Some Lyrics for Ya'll
Photographs stay hanging in a dark room
Left for those to see
Is it me?
Senseless hope and paper dreams
Come rush my head
To me that's how it seems
Is this my dream?
Bring me back home
If I am lost
Then I can't be alone
This is my home
Letters come rolling in
Stop the presses
Is this really him?
If we push we can win
Fire escapes leading to a place
A one-way ticket for life
This is my life
Bring me back home
If I am lost
Then I can't be alone
This is my home
If I can push
I can win
Sometimes we have to sink until we swim
Photographs stay hanging in a dark room
Left for those to see
Is it me?
Senseless hope and paper dreams
Come rush my head
To me that's how it seems
Is this my dream?
Bring me back home
If I am lost
Then I can't be alone
This is my home
Letters come rolling in
Stop the presses
Is this really him?
If we push we can win
Fire escapes leading to a place
A one-way ticket for life
This is my life
Bring me back home
If I am lost
Then I can't be alone
This is my home
If I can push
I can win
Sometimes we have to sink until we swim
Sunday, April 03, 2005
It's Okay
To enjoy fighting
I have a question to pose to the blog-reading public, whoever it may be. What is the greatest compliment you've ever recieved? Has anyone ever said something to you that just made you feel really good?
I can't think of what mine would be. It seems so silly. Two leap to mind, but they certainly weren't the hugest compliments I've ever gotten. I'm sure a big compliment would have been something a professor said or something a fellow musician had said about me, but I can't think of anything specific like that at this time.
Two compliments leap to mind, and although they sound silly, they must have struck a chord because I haven't forgotten them. One was "Claire, you say the awesomest stuff." It was funny... but it also meant a lot. I don't even remember what I'd said that triggered it, but I enjoyed it nonetheless. The other one was, "Claire, if I could sing like you, I'd be, like, the biggest diva." That also made me laugh, mostly because, really I can't sing but anybody can sing folk and get away with it. It just... I don't know. I think I like lighthearted compliments... those really meant a lot to me, because they had weight to them. I don't know. It's hard to explain.
So what about those who read this blog? What's the best compliment you ever recieved? You can either answer, in form of "comment" on the blog, you can write about it in your own blog if you have one, or you can just sorta ruminate on it by yourself. Or you couldn't do any of that. That's fine too. I just think it's nice to reflect upon nice things that have been said about you. It kinda makes you feel good. Everyone should do it sometimes I think. And anyway, I'm intrigued to hear what anyone else has to say about this subject. The time has come to be egotistical I think. Let's all brag about how awesome we are. After all, we are all pretty awesome, are we not? I know I am. I mean, hey, I do say the "awesomest stuff." Haha.
I have a question to pose to the blog-reading public, whoever it may be. What is the greatest compliment you've ever recieved? Has anyone ever said something to you that just made you feel really good?
I can't think of what mine would be. It seems so silly. Two leap to mind, but they certainly weren't the hugest compliments I've ever gotten. I'm sure a big compliment would have been something a professor said or something a fellow musician had said about me, but I can't think of anything specific like that at this time.
Two compliments leap to mind, and although they sound silly, they must have struck a chord because I haven't forgotten them. One was "Claire, you say the awesomest stuff." It was funny... but it also meant a lot. I don't even remember what I'd said that triggered it, but I enjoyed it nonetheless. The other one was, "Claire, if I could sing like you, I'd be, like, the biggest diva." That also made me laugh, mostly because, really I can't sing but anybody can sing folk and get away with it. It just... I don't know. I think I like lighthearted compliments... those really meant a lot to me, because they had weight to them. I don't know. It's hard to explain.
So what about those who read this blog? What's the best compliment you ever recieved? You can either answer, in form of "comment" on the blog, you can write about it in your own blog if you have one, or you can just sorta ruminate on it by yourself. Or you couldn't do any of that. That's fine too. I just think it's nice to reflect upon nice things that have been said about you. It kinda makes you feel good. Everyone should do it sometimes I think. And anyway, I'm intrigued to hear what anyone else has to say about this subject. The time has come to be egotistical I think. Let's all brag about how awesome we are. After all, we are all pretty awesome, are we not? I know I am. I mean, hey, I do say the "awesomest stuff." Haha.
