Why can't my favorite authors come to Duluth?

I don't like living in Duluth. Not very many exciting things happen here. All of the good bands, authors, and any other sort of fantastic artsy fartsy thing happens in the cities. Why won't anyone come up here?
My favorite writer, Douglas Coupland is going to be in the cities this week. I can't go! I have school, probably work too, and my car is a piece of turd goo. :( Tear, tear... cry, cry. If he could only come up here I could manipulate my schedules to run to where ever he is. Everything I want to see or experience is in the cities. But I can't move now. Too close to my degree.
Maybe I can write Douglas Coupland and tell him to come to Duluth, Minnesota. I don't think he'll give a crap, but it may be worth a try.

My favorite chick flicks!

*"The Wedding Planner"
*"Reality Bites" (more like, modern romance, littered with crass, grungie culture)
*"Sleepless in Seattle"
*"Raising Helen"
*"The Sweetest Thing"

That's just a few examples...

Chick Flicks...

I can't figure it out. Why do I like crappy-girl-meets-guy-girl-gets-guy-movies?!!! All of them pretty much have the same plot. I know that they are crappy. My brain doesn't make any new knowledge wrinkles after watching them... So why can't I stop?! I know what's going to happen. Is it the eye candy? Usually the main characters are hot. Maybe I need to mindlessly stare at the TV.

Maybe it's the hormones in the birth control pills...

Understanding Differences...

I have discovered today that my idea of fun is a lot different than some other people. I guess, I've known that for a while, but it was clearly evident today. Sometimes I really like watching and reflecting on things, rather than directly participating in things. Some people think I'm not actually having fun while just sitting on the sidelines. But in all actuality I'm soaking in a lot more and having a lot more fun than they think. Sometimes it's more fun to just "be", rather than always be "doing" something.
That is what I learned while sledding today.

To the Roller Rink!

Roller Skating is fun.
It attracts a subculture of people.
If you need inspiration for writing you should definately go Roller Skating.
I recently went to the roller rink in Superior, Wisconsin. It has tons of local flavor. There were chicks dressed up like Dolly Parton with balloons for boobs. They were hilarious. There was also this paranoid lady who freaked out if you took pictures. She REALLY didn't want her picture takem. AND there was this cute yellow lab that hung out there. Her name is Sunny and she is a hip doggie!
Whip around in circles on roller skates is fun. Hard to keep balance, but once you get rollin' it's hard to stop.

Famous for Something?

If you could be famous for something what would it be and why?

Just one thing that everyone would associate you with forever. Hmmm...
I think I'd want mine to either be writing or some form of visual art (hands on, not so much computer). I'd pick writing, because that kind of art lives forever. More so than say art directing for movies, because it's your one voice and your name's on the cover... forever.

Please share with me your fame fantasies!

Xcema... It's like a rash

Have you ever known anyone who's had or has xcema? It's this rash-like condition that picks a specific part of the body to plague. I have it. It plagues the crook of my elbows and looks like a flesh eating disease. It hurts and is really itchy. If the winter is really dry, I'll get it a bit on my neck and behind my knees. :/ Ouchie wa wa. It's hard to stop scratching at it. It's like a bully that looks up at you and taunts you, "Come on! Scratch me! Scratch me as hard as you can... I can take it!! Bring it on PUNK!" It' not very polite. Sometimes people think it is a huge bruise.
Some people get it on their head... I'm glad I don't get it there. I can cover mine up with long sleeve shirts.

Favorite Song of the Day...

If I had to pick one song that really got to me today... in a touching way I'd pick: "Closer" by Low.
It's so emotional.
They are really fun to watch in concert. Love Low.

Colder than a witch's you know what!

I don't understand why the settlers every settled up here in the tundra! I think it's barely livable now! I can't imagine what it'd be like peeing outside in outhouses in -30 below weather!!!! Ouch!! I wouldn't be able to cut it. Before there was electricity and running water and all of those beautiful things, I can't see how anyone survived! Oof Dah! I wonder if PBS has done a show where people have to live like they are back in olden days in a town where it gets SUPER cold! PBS has that one show where it's a sort of competition to see who can live the longest, or the most authentically in certain time periods.
I hope this makes sense.... It's late I feel funny in the head! oooh....

I just pray that my car will start. I hope it warms up before I have to start school. I will be totally screwed if my car doesn't start when I need to go to school. I'll either get bad grades :( or have to walk about 6-8 blocks to take the bus (at like 6:30 a.m.)!!! If my car doesn't start that means it's REALLY freaking cold. I don't know if I can survive walkin'! Ugh. What to do!

Movie Review

"The Garden State"
I thought it was a pretty good movie. It went indepth into the characters in an interesting way. It was very real. I felt like I could relate to the characters. Even though a lot of the happenings were bizarre, it reflected reality. I could relate to it, because it was a reflection on how life can be so plain Jane boring for years and then you have the most incredible 4 days of your life that completely change how you view everything.
Lame ending though. Too mushy, Hollywood, if you ask me!
Rent it! Watch it!

Note: Main actor Zach Braff (of Scrubs) wrote and directed it!

brown hair

why does dying your hair make you feel like a new person?

Westward Bound

Today I had many wandering thoughts about Washington (the state). I long for the giant trees and Ocean shores. ::Sighs:: I can't really explain the beauty of what I experiencd when I was out there. My soul just felt at home. Home--> that imaginary image in our mind and hearts. That picture perfect, comfortable place where you are more real than you are anyhwhere else. Washington made me feel real and alive. I can't say that for many places I've been to. And it wasn't just a "vacation high".

Now, that's chapstick!

Have you ever used your earwax as chapstick?

Hungry

I want to eat.
I like to eat.
Sometimes I wake up in the morning and want to just start my day and not take time to eat. Then I feel icky after working hard with no food to supply me energy.
Today is one of those days. There are more things I need to accomplish, but I just can't muster the energy until I eat some grub.
Spaghetti and tomato basil sauce. mmmmm....

Tired...yet completely satisfied!

I love doing remote audio for hockey. It really makes me feel accomplished and smart. It's like solving a math problem. It's all about routing. You make a path and have to take certain steps to reach your desired outcome. I like running around with cables, plugging things in. I just want to know how things work and how to make them work better. Doing live audio gives me the opportunity to do that. And then during the game I get to be anal and listen to the game really loud to see how the nats (ambient sound) and commentators mix together and what little tweaks I can do to make it more exciting, yet still hear the commentators. It's my own little audio world in my isolation headset!

Myths Unscrambled! Aha the Answers!

There are a few things that boggled my mind as a young lass. I just didn't get some things!

First thing: I never knew why some couches were called "Hydabeds". I thought maybe someone named Hyda came up with them. I now know that it is a "Hide-a-Bed". You know? It HIDES A BED!! Genius, isn't it?!

Second thing: The phrase "Your eyes are bigger than your stomach!" I literally thought (for much of my young life) that the stomach organ was actually smaller than the common eyeball. Now I know that it was a mere reference to the pangs of hunger deluding your mind into thinking you could eat tons of grub! Amazing.

Thirdly: I've always had a small bladder. My nickname from many young friends was "Mandi Pee". Yes, indeed, very funny, I know. I remember every time I had to pee really bad around my Dad he'd always ask me if my TEETH WERE FLOATING. I would just look at him weirdly. I didn't understand why my teeth would float because of having to pee. Now I know! The comment means that you have to pee so bad that your urine is ACTUALLY backing up into your mouth so your teeth are floating in your own urine. Now, that's just plain nasty.

People Suck Sometimes

How can you tell if people suck? You can know someone for years and not know they suck! Why can't we tell people all our downfalls right away when we meet them. Then if we suck... they can prepare themselves. Certain things that suck for some people don't suck for other people. Some people think everything sucks. I'm usually fairly optimistic... so if I say someone sucks... THEY REALLY SUCK! SUCK BAD!
Today someone in my life SUCKED BAD!
Now they are not in my life anymore. Hip hip hooray.

Reflections on moving...

Why is it that when I go to the gym to work out I get tired and my joints stop working after 10 minutes of running in place on a machine that is basically moving my feet for me, but, presently, I'm moving into a new apartment and I am doing excessive and continuous manual labor, yet all of my body parts are working and are in tact?? Is it necessity? If my body breaks now I'm screwed. If I can't finish moving and cleaning out my old apartment I won't get my deposit back. Then I starve. If my body stops working at the gym I go get a Big Mac and rent a movie.

Desperation is indeed the mother of phenomenon...