/where is my mind/
Yowza.
Kristin just watched Fight Club for the first time. Ever. And now people can no longer say "OHMIGOD!!! You would *LOVE* it". I particularly hate it when they pronounce the asterisks.
It. Was mind-blowing. Not as mind-blowing as American Beauty, as far as contemporary films go, but the end scene- just. WOW.
Where Is My Mind ::swoon::. Corporations crumbling. And two beautiful people, one with a gunshot wound in his jaw.
The dialogue was fantastic. Good editing, tho i wasnt v. partial to the cinematography. V. action movie-y & it went away from the whole auteur-ness of the film. I must say, Brad Pitt impressed even me.
And Edward Norton is dreamy.
Listening to River Euphrates & screaming along with the chorus, much to the dismay of my household. I feel just like Kim Deal. :D
If i ever. ever.ever.ever.ever.ever.ever.ever. see Racing Stripes again i will commit homi/sui/matri/patri/infanti-cide. WORST FILM EVER. EVER. EVER. 'Nuff said.
Tomorrow back to the normal drudgery. Oh goo-day. Fortunately it IS a short week. No monday schedule. Back to my Tazo tea, which i have none of at the home.
Where Is My Mind is playing (Surfer Rosa!! Yeee!). It has already become one of those songs which i associate with a scene in a film. Think 'Needle In The Hay' during the Royal Tenenbaums & watch me sob.
The Owen Bro. confuse me so very much; Owen co-writes & is furrends with WES ANDERSON & stars in his films but then he does silly stuff. I.e. Starsky & Hutch.
Same with Luke. Legally Blonde??
::scoffs::
"THIS IS A SONG ABOUT A SUPERHERO NAMED TONY! ITS CALLED TONY'S THEME!!"
Hahahah.
Away laughing on a fast camel,
Kristin
We're gonna take yo mama out all nite... and maybe learn some ukulele...
Music- Scissor Sisters~Laura Next to Play- Django Reinhardt~September Song
Yes.
So.
Attempting to practice the ukulele but at the moment singing along with the Sister Sisters is just so much easier. And self-validating.
If any of you 3 know how to play the ukulele & would care to contact me, please do. As i have no fecking idea what i am doing. And we all know how many scores of people play soprano ukulele.... I will give you a clue. Its more than those who play the baritone uke. And less than people who play guitar, piano, french horn, oboe or clarinet. Maybe if i listened to some of the swanky Tiny Tim i would get an idea. Not that i would know anything more about the ukulele.
How i feel i did on my mid-terms:
English- Ok. Very poorly on the pronouns thing. And thats review from last year... I never got it despite the hours Dr. Starenko spent trying to teach me that outside of class. Damnation.
Algebra- Did not fail. I think. I left like 3 3pt. problems blank tho... Easier than i thought tho, considering i did not study.
French- Despite my great love for French & the fact that i can speak fairly competently, not well.
W.C.- Mehhhhh.... I wrote my major essay in the last 10 min. But ok-ish i should hope.
Fizzy- Gag me...
So i shall see.
But they're all over. Thats what matters. Now i have a dreamy 6 days before i head back to the death camp. O happy day.
I was just remembering this guy i used to be infatuated with. Fuckwit.
Peppermint portals,
Cokes
wheeeee...
i love crispin glover. he's such a good guy
to quote myself, "don, juan, esteban."
Sweet Jesus in heaven above.
My World Cultures exams start at 3 PM. Today.
Fantastic. Another thing fer me to fail.
I made blueberry muffins this morn. The kind where you just add water.
Theyre are such an abnormality of the world. Freak blueberries in freak muffins. I mean, these blueberries; have you ever eaten one before theyre baked? I have. Its disgusting powderyness. Theyre like little sweet blue balls of coke. What sick/extremely prosperous man decided that "Hell, what if we replaced real blueberries with these fake, powdery berry knockoffs? We'd make a million, just like ::snaps:: that." Then one of his aids would totter off to the local family owned fruit & veg merch & kind of ease his way in & pick up one of those little recycled paper bins of perfact blueberries & pull a couple-a hundreds out of his money clip before happening upon a fiver with which he would not only pay the $1.50 fer the blueberries, but let the old man keep the change, knowing that he was about to put poor blueberry farmers everywhere out of business.
Then they'd bring them to some lab & they would analyze & test. Shrink the berries down to a fifth of their original size & go from there.
In conclusion, if you havent noticed, Betty Crockers blueberry muffins do not actually have blueberries in them. They are freaks. That should be annihilated. It'll be a bloody fake blueberry genocide of which i shall be chairman/chief propagandstress.
DEATH TO THE FAKE BLUEBERRIES!!!!!
So yar. We prolly end up not having rehearsal this AM. Cause of the crazy meteorology.
On to more important things:
My Tip-Top Music List, On Which i Will Forget to Mention a million & a half things
1. The White Stripes (tho i do not care for Elephant very much. By WS standards that is.)
2. The Beatles (a love affair still going on after 6 years)
3. Blind Lemon Jefferson (yeee!! How did that 78 get away from me)
4. Blanche (I'm like Jack & i tell you this/i will be your lover & exorcist)
5. Yeah Yeah Yeahs
6. Mississippi John Hurt (awww.. my intro to The Blues, when i was juss a wee lil one at the age of 8)
7. Skip James (thank god fer Ghost World)
8. Detroit Cobras (oooh i love the chicken baby)
9. Mohammed Rafi (Yeh Mera Prahm)
10.Whirlwind Heat (managed to hear even more)
11.Mr. Bob Dylan
12.The Upholsterers (hehehehe. If you know who they are- L. i know you know!!- i will snog you.)
13.DEVO (WHIP IT!)
14.Duke Ellington
15.Champion Jack Dupree
16. Howlin' Wolf
17. Bessie Smith
18. The Soledad Bro. (come to me/all you sons of dogs/and i will feed you flesh)
19. David Bowie (ahhh-ah-ahhhhh.... orgasmic)
20. Tommy & Jimmy Dorsey
21. The Cure (Despite the fact that if i used to adore the Lovecats up until very recently & now i will vomit if i hear it again. Ditto to the Love Song)
22.Velvet Underground
23. Rolling Stones
24. Violent Femmes
25. Black Keys
26. The Doors
27. Ramones (wear a Ramones teeshirt with a J. Couture skirt in my presence & get your head ripped off, after which i will vomit up both my lungs into your neck cavity)
28. Roky Erickson & the 13th floor elevators
29. BECK.
30. The 5,6,7,8's
31.Django Reinhardt
32. Led Zeppelin
33. Leadbelly
34. Jellyroll Morton
35. Gary Glitter
36. Mott the Hoople
37. Slade
38. Bob Marley
39. Debussy
40. Mozart
41. Prokofiev
42. Electric 6
43. B-52's (i am on a strict "NO LOVE SHACK" diet, which is SO easy to keep. gag me)
44. Jerry Lee Lewis
45. AC/DC
46. Jimi Hendrix
47. Iggy Pop/Iggy & the Stooges
48. The Stranglers
49. Brendan Benson
50. Sex Pistols
51. Rosemary Clooney
52. Frank Sinatra
53. Fats Waller
54. Marilyn Monroe singing
55. Scissor Sisters
56. Enter The Haggis
57. The Pixies
58. Franz Ferdinand
59. Grateful Dead
60. The Band
61. The song "Eurotrash Girl" by Cracker
62. Anything on a Wes Anderson soundtrack (Mark Mothersbaugh is a god)
63. Serge Gainsbourg
64. Belle & Sebastian
65. Kraftwerk
65. Tho they arent exactly a band, i hafta give a high high high high high high five (+ a *pop*) to my friends the Fart Doctors.
Phew. Wow. I just wasted a while on that. I really hope you all wanted to know my favorite bands... Oh man.
I should have put these in categories. Or in order of preference. but that would have been impossible. I tellyawhat. The categories that WOULD have been there are: blues, rock, punk, classical, swing/big band,techno, and some jazz. Those are broad generalizations.
Ok. I am very kazawsted right now. Maybe i'll go bum around on the message board.
Toodles,
CoCo
P.S. At the moment i have begun deciding what i shall go by next school year (i.e.: Starting sept. Or June.) Options thus far are:
1.Clementine (really leaning toward this'un)
2.Weetzie
3.Tabitha
4. Tallulah
If you care to, lemme know whatcha think. hahahaha. All 2 of you who read this.
EDIT:
On my list, i forgot the Darkness. aAhahaHAHhahAHhahHA
hermmm...
Oh may-un...
I have just agreed to do lighting for a show at the Ghent Playhouse. 3 weeks. Almost 21 days of opportunities to screw up the entire show.
I am ever-so psyched, but worried. This is semi-pro theatre, and... i might just screw up the whole fuckin' show. But we shall try our bestest, no?
Yes.
Bought a ukulele today. S'a dandy red Hilo. Louis has promised to help me out with learning how to play. Just need to think of a name now.
Its fucking COLD.
Oh dear. I get to fail my first mid-term tomorrow. World goddamn Cultures.
I'm sitting around watching Garden State. Its good. Really good. Zach Braff is pretty damn amazing. Nat & Zach are so sweet.
I think i may cry.
Love & a pillow,
CoCo
tenessee...
music- blind wille mctell- murders home blues
i want to just wake up & go to school & take my crap exams & call the Rainbow Taxi & have him take me to that skeezy Greyhound station in Pittsfield. I'll bring my guitar & camera & my paisley suitcase. And i'll buy my ticket & naturally i'll come up like 34 cents short & some old lady will give me 2 quarters. Little does she know i'm leaving my school, life as i know it & family. And i'll get on the bus & be all nervy. Drink some malt whiskey from my flask to calm down. And then i'll go to sleep.
A thousand and one transfers later i'll be in Ten.
And i'll go to Sun Records.
And be happy.
And homeless.
And will write long crinkly letters to my mother & father. Maybe some friends.
And play my guitar & write & take melancholy photos.
If i didnt know that i need to go to college, i would drop out of school when i was a junior. But i do need college. So i have to stick the fuck with it.
Oh goody.
hehehe...
i was looking at White Stripes stuff online & i ran upona quiz, which i proceeded to take, fer kicks & giggles:
Apple Blossom, "De Stijl"
Which song by THE WHITE STRIPES are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
Hehehe. "Put your troubles in a little pile & i'll sort 'em out fer you,"
music: blanche~ warfaring stranger
i cant goddamn take all this fucking shit. i am so bloody stressed & upset. i am like failing algebra & french. i have the worst grade i have ever had in english (b or b-).
tell me its my own fault & regret it forevermore.
my parents are going to shoot me. if they dont let me be in the fall drama...
i dont want to go to school anymore. everything that comes into my head that is remotely upsetting is just screwing with my mentality even more.
i sweartagod, i am just going to wake up some morning & get my camera & guitar & put on my strawberry dress & get on a greyhound bus & go to some tiny village in the mountains in Tenessee. And i will sit around. And sing. And write & paint. And listen to records & play guitar & go into the village & make movies. And no one will ever know what happened to me.
And L., you can come to, cause we know how grand a place Tennessee is. S. can come too.
Somebody please give me an anesthetic.
CoCo
siht daer tnac ahcteb... ahcteb tnac...
music of the moment: blanche- so long cruel world
next song i am puttin on- some elliot smith prolly.
So.
I just ett me some kay-suh-dill-uhs (Please see: Napolean Dynamite-2004)
They were v. yummy...
Yes. I barely have managed o get thru the day thus far; its perspective students day which means lots of interesting glances when i sing Loretta Lynn too loudly in art class. Teehee.
I am positively psyched as psyched can be, 'cause although i was forced into school today (there are only so many of us day students at MHS. have a 5 day weekend in 2 weeks. and since next week is exams, i only have to come fer like 2 hrs. each day till wed.)
But anyway. On Fri. i had complimented Ms. Hungate on her Dingo boots. They were ever so swanky. So yeah, we we throwing out random things about boots & i mentioned how i really wanted a pair of Frye boots (prices average like $260) & she said "How much do you want them?" At first i couldnt be positive if she were making a pass at me or not. But i went with the response "ALOT." & she started telling me how her daughter had had a pair when she was about my age. Ms. Hungate said she was going to ask her daughter if i could have them & i just was like "Ohmigawsh! Thank you so much!! Are you sure?"
So, this AM she brought me a pair of loverly beat up Frye boots.
I lobe them. And i listened to too much Loretta Lynn & Blanche so i look like a cowboys girlfriend meets a lil prairie girl. Then i am wearing my mirrored Morroccan vest over all that.
Aladdin & a thousand and one yawns...
Urgh.
Sitting in Fizzy at the mome. I dont care about the drag factors of pennies, WHY ARE WE LEARNING THIS?? So, yeah. Got home last nite after the GSA meeting, procrastinated bout homerwork till like 8. STUPIDEST THING I HAVE DONE IN THE PAST WEEK. Ok. So, i only have 3 classes on wed. & thur. & i get homework. duh. but i have this really bad tendency to procrastinate till thur. nite & then i have hours of hwk. Not the smartest thing in the world; with chatting & stuff, i
Yum...STDs with Holly Brouker...
So, just had Health, before that was Ethics. Thank the lawd that we only have the once a week. Lots of STDs & handshakes & whatnot.
So yar, Lizzle & i (i gave her ALL my STDs) are making a Francesca Lia Block fansite at the mome. Let you know how that goes & when you can access it.
Urgh.
Must totter off to meet Renna & Liza.
Latray babes,
CoCo
snow snow snow....
music: whirlwind heat~purple
i like the snow. i like the snow. i like the snow hey hey hey hey.
Hokay, not really. But i do like not goin' to school. Its so weird. At MHS the day students are the minority so we have to "call" our own snow days. goody fer me. i have artists block. i was starting a painting & was vibing on a spooky scazz alice in wonderland thing but then i was like NO this is gonna be crap. crap. crap. So if any of you have any particularly surreal ideas for a large painting, lemme know. I am attempting to teach myself the ukulele. Rather interesting... that & the harmonica. So yea. I was looking fer a scene in Weetzie Bat to paint & listening to the Cure & i ending up reading 3/4s of the book & crying. Best book. I have this sudden urge to watch Metropolis. Or Nosferatu. Always give in to yer urges, kiddies, always...
I took a Which Classic Pin-Up Are You quiz. I am Bettie Page. Thass neat. One of the founding mothers of S&M. Ahahahahahaha. I'm away laughing on a fast camel,
Toods,
CoCo
Hola.
Current Music: Damn someone playing styoo-pid damned anime game. Ugh. Damn tech la-bora-tory. The sound on this computray isnae workin' wivv me.
Current Mood: All around irritated. Wishing my Blanche album would come.
So we went to Renna & Eliza's volleyball game. T'was lovely. Liz & i sat & talked about magickal things like parrots & kixies. A beautiful discussion it was.
Words cannot describe how oh-so veddy much i want to learn to play the uke. A certain someone i know can but then again, they habite en NYC. So at the moment i have no idea what i am gonna do bout that'un. I guess i just will have to content myself to loving my camera. He is so very beautiful and i want him to have a black waxy swirly twirly handlebar moustache.
Thats him i do believe. But not MY him.
So yea. My scarf buddy best get back soon. Hahahaha. Belize... Crazy place.
Yar-hmmm.
So now i have a GMail account. You can all email me. Its "the Next Big Thing", i assure you & if yer lucky you might even get one of my invites.
CoffeeWithJack@gmail.com
Messageboards are highly addictive. Theyre like cyber-caffeine.
Well, i have had enough of this now. More latray, mayhaps.
Toods babies,
Tabitha/CoCo
jeanette is a funny name.
Current Music: The Scissor Sisters~ Laura
Joan of Arc, eh?
Might i add that blogger.com is muchos better than xanga.
So we had a doctor's appointment this AM. After that i was foreced to head off to school for an hour & 1/2 of classes, fortunately missing both Fizzy & Anglais. The only reason i came at all is i am attending more singing auditions tonite. Oh gooday gooday.
NAME FOUR THINGS YOU HATE:
1. "El Presidente" And i mean president loosely. VERY loosely.
2.People using the adjective form of gay in a negative way.
3. People who think that because of the above, i must be a lesbian.
4. My fassia. Well not HATE but am irked by.
NAME FOUR THINGS YOU WISH YOU HAD:
1. More assertiveness.
2. A role in a film. A damn good film tho.
3. An iBook (12" G4)
4. The chance to have met John Lennon
NAME FOUR PEOPLE THAT KNOW YOU THE BEST:
1. Sophie
2.Brittany
3. Louis
4.Ehhh....i dunnae other than that....maybe Elspeth...maybe not...
NAME FOUR THINGS YOU WOULD NEVER WEAR:
1. Anything by Juicy Couture
2. Something sporty looking...
3. Aeropostale.
4. A shirt that says "PUNK PRINCESS" or the likes.
NAME FOUR THINGS YOU ARE THINKING ABOUT NOW:
1. How many bloody personages have myspace.com
2. Doing French work & worrying about grades
3. Thinking about the play.
4. Hating stuff
NAME FOUR THINGS THAT YOU HAVE DONE TODAY:
1. Eaten a cinnamon stick.
2. Went to the doctors
3. Did a self portrait in art.
4. Procrastinated everything.
NAME THE LAST FOUR THINGS YOU HAVE BOUGHT:
1. CowTails
2. This ridiculous set of dolls from the dollar store that are a bride & groom but they both are girls. Not intendedly so, but they are nonetheless. I bought them wivv a friend.
NAME THE FOUR MOST IMPORTANT QUALITIES OF THE OPPOSITE SEX?:
1. Sense of humor
2. Intelligence (not "smartness". there is most definitely a difference) in regards to appreciation of good music, films, etc.
3. nice to talk at. and hang about wivv.
4. Lookalike to Nick Zinner. Ahahah. Just jiving. Tho its a plus.I like eyes tho. its cliche, i know but no matter...
MOST PEOPLE DON'T KNOW YOU LIKE:
1. Writing doom on my notebooks & other personal effects
2. Classical music. Then again if you dont know that i dig classical music, you really dont know me. Debussy is great.
3. Frankenstein boots. Fun.
4. To sing sing sing ("it dont mean a thing if it aint got that swing..." )
NAME FOUR DRINKS YOU REGULARLY DRINK:
1. Agua
2. Soda pop
3. Coffee
4. OJ
FIRST GRADE TEACHER'S NAME: Mrs. Northrup.
LAST WORDS YOU SAID: "Wait, what was the last thing i said? Oh, ok, thanks."
LAST SONG YOU SANG:Midnite Blues by the Detroit Cobras
LAST PERSON YOU HUGGED?: I dunnae remember
LAST THING YOU LAUGHED AT?: Joan of Arc over here in the lib.
LAST TIME YOU SAID I LOVE YOU AND MEANT IT?: To me mum? Last nite. It wasnt with alot of feeling tho. To someone romantically, try never...
LAST TIME YOU CRIED?: Yesterday
WHATS IN YOUR CD PLAYER?: The Complete Recordings of Robert Johnson
WHAT COLOR SOCKS ARE YOU WEARING?: Blue
WHAT'S UNDER YOUR BED?: Notebooks, the bunnies formed from dust, earrings, a few boxes
WHAT TIME DID YOU WAKE UP TODAY?: 8:00 AM
WHAT IS HANGING ON YOUR BULLETINBOARD?: I just have a bulletin board on the floor that i tacked a storyboard up to.
CURRENT HAIR?: Red. Messy.
CURRENT CLOTHES?: Cap'n Jack teeshirt. Black cardigan. Fab scarf i bought fer me mum. Jeans.
CURRENT ANNOYANCE?: Joan of Arc.
CURRENT LONGING?: To go home.
CURRENT DESKTOP PICTURE?: Weird White Stripes homage.
CURRENT WORRY?: My Algy & french grades
CURRENT HATE?: School
FAVORITE PLACE TO BE?: NYC. Avec mes amis
oopid-stay o-kay o-kay
Urgh. Why am i doing this? its the mental equivalent of bludgeoning myself repeatedly with a haybail. And yet, i am still auditioning for the musical. I love acting. Love it. I just hate musicals. However if i only make chorus, i am not doing it.
FYI: We be doin' Carnival.
Oh satan's tweezers.
Must go sup.
Toods,
CoCo
wow. ees em etirw? i etirw sdrawkcab... nuf's
hey kids~
i have decided that i have had my fill of xanga. indeed.
so here i am!
at blogger.
oh damnation & hellfire.
s'classtime now. i need a soda pop before i head off to (GAG ME) francais. i love french, and the language but i detest my teacher. och aye.
toods dahlinks,
tabitha
