i’m in my advanced web design class and what else is a student in class with a computer connected to the internet going to do? yes, go online. i thought i would do a quick post because…well, just because i’m not doing anything else. not that i’m not paying attention, i’m just multi-tasking.
maybe you are not a hip/hop/rap kind of kid. i can dig it. you, however, cannot deny the beat of this song. jurassic 5’s what’s golden. it came out a little while back, but never really made waves or anything. i think the group is “pretty dope” as the kids say these days. they’ve got a lot of stuff out, but this is always one of my favorites.
this is the kind of song where you roll down the street in this car to:
if you happen to be this man:
and i know you’re like no but he played ‘low rider’, that was his song. but i’m just saying, it’s a good song for rolling down the street with the windows down.
coincidentally, in the movie gone in 60 seconds (if you have not figured out what i am referring to at this point) the car with the alias shannon happens to be a 1971 pylmouth hemi ‘cuda. which i think is actually a sweet little ride and i would totally rock that ish you know.
hot damn, look how sweet, just look how sweet it is. it’s adorable!
quite a lot of “dopeness” going on there, sonny. all i would need were a dope pair of dice.
ha. see what i did there? with the title? since it’s rainy? yes, yes, clever is my adopted middle name, just after privacy and just before control. and no, my first name ain’t baby. although, nobody puts baby in a corner so i dunno, maybe i should consider a change.
the weeks have been sort of not so stellar, just having homework always in the back of my mind and all these undecided thoughts floating around. however, i think starting today things are more or less picking up which is very exciting cause i feel like i’ve been in a sort of funk.
but whatever, this is not supposed to be about funks unless they are the kind that come from funkytown.
okay, i am taking you back with this one. back to the 90’s. which were actually, kind of long ago if you think about it. i mean, toy story is over 12 years old. isn’t that crazy? maybe i have said that before because i repeat myself a lot when i think something is really crazy, but that’s just because it is so crazy! anyway, today it’s all cried out by allure featuring 112, and it’s so heartbreaking and good. you will remember it when you hear it. it’s a classic rainy day song, except that today is not sunday, oh well. in any case, it is very broken heart anthem-like, oh yeah tomorrow is valentines day! haha well, i’m not changing my song to a love song because hallmark says i should. i wish i had a radio show to play this on.
well, this one’s for you, kid.
oh, now i wish i titled this “play it again, shann” dammit.
kathy had gone to sleep around midnight and i headed off to bed a couple hours later. for some reason, i was more agitated than usual about the noise outside my window. there seemed to be even more noise than usual for a friday night in the LES, which is already a lot of noise anyway. i had just lay down to sleep when i heard a puppy barking. i was in that strange half asleep state of mind where you have to REALLY think about things if you want to make sense of them. i kept hearing the puppy which was so confusing because there’s no pets allowed in the building. this is about the conversation that was going on in my head:
what? a puppy? whose dog is that? ugh, be quiet! wait a minute, no pets! no pets! no pets! no pets! why is there a dog? whose is that? they should make it be quiet no pets! no p- wait that’s that’s not a dog i think it’s a person! yes, it’s a person. it’s a woman. oh. okay…. OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. oh. i see. great.
yes, the sexin’ was goin down next door.
it was actually really really funny. i had those giggles you get when you lie down to sleep and you think of something really funny that happened and you can’t stop laughing to yourself like a crazy person. then a couple hours later, well or after i’d fallen asleep the intercom buzzer woke me up. it was just some drunk person and i got so pissed (maybe because of earlier?) so i picked up the intercom and i said “YOU HAVE THE WRONG FUCKING APARTMENT!” then i slammed it back down. it kept going off so i picked it up again and i said “GET THE FUCK AWAY” and some drunk person was like “noo dude just let me innnnnn” so i said (and i am directly quoting myself now) “NO! YOU’RE A FUCKTARD, GET THE HELL AWAY!”
i know. i said fucktard! i don’t know! i don’t know where i pulled that from. also, the last and final time i said “GET THE FUCK AWAY OR I WILL STRAIGHT UP CALL THE POLICE ON YOUR ASS!” (at this i woke up kathy who was like “what’s going on? what?” she later didn’t know if she was dreaming or not because there was so much swearing.)
heeeeeeeee. i went back to sleep and had the giggles all over again after i reviewed my own diction. hehehe, fucktard? straight up?
who am i?????
here is a jay-z/four seasons mashup. it’s oh what a night, because oh, what a night. but it’s the mashup because i don’t know, i’m a badass now. it’s from dj topcat who is a mashup/remix artist and i like a lot of his stuff.
i would have posted last night, but i didn’t. i was busy cleaning the apartment which is tiny and gets dirty very fast. here is a chinese song because it is relevant, somewhat. it’s not about new year’s at all. it’s this poetic jay chou thing about i don’t know storms and relationships and wind. chinese pop may not be your thing, but too bloody bad for you! i happen to think it’s quite nice.
happy to report i’ve avoided most awkward things today. although, the other day i almost got hit by a biker. but i think it was his fault. he was all angry and yelley, but i didn’t really hear him because i was listening to music. i just kind of give him a blank stare like i didn’t understand english. sometimes i just do that, pretend i don’t understand english and stare vapidly at that middle forehead part of someone’s face. i also often pretend not to hear people when i’m walking down the street or on the train. i don’t know why, i just don’t feel like talking to them until after they try to ask me for directions 3+ times. then i whip around and take out my earphones and go “WHAAAAT?!” like i am so surprised. sometimes i’m a terrible actress, but sometimes i am pretty good.
did i ever write about the time that i had that damn korean quarter or whatever the hell it was and could not for the life of me get rid of it? yes, i, like almost everyone else in i don’t know where do not often check my change carefully. it’s too stressful because you’re standing there trying to get it all back in your wallet but the person behind you is wanting to order or whatever and there’s crumpled receipts that are blocking the bill part of your wallet so you’re smashing everything; this makes the wallet fatter so you can’t close it properly and you have to go in and fix everything which takes even longer and you’re starting to feel so embarrassed and ill prepared for life in general. anyway, one day i discovered that i had inherited a korean coin that was more or less the size and shape of a quarter. i was so pissed but i figured i’d just pass it off like canadian pennies (even though they are worth more now, aren’t they?). first i tried at starbucks, i was pretty sure no one would even notice, hell, i didn’t. although, i’ve found myself to not be very perceptive sometimes. so i give my money to the girl and feeling all agitated like you do when you’re lying to someone’s face and her: um this isn’t…money me: hmm? her: this isn’t american money (gives coin back) me: HHHHWWWHHAAAAAAAT????? (with that beginning ‘h’ sound like when some people say ‘white’) her: um…yeah. me: what ISSS this???? her: i dont’ know. me: I’m so sorry! oh my goodness, someone’s cheated me! me thinking: awwww fuck!
i tried it not once, not TWICE, but THREEEEE times and that damn bastard would always get recognized, even at the deli. THE DELI. now THE DELI is checking money? like they’re not the bastards who gave it to me in the first place??! that coin is still in my room somewhere, i gave up, or maybe i left it somewhere, i was so angry at it.
so now i’m out 25 cents and apparently still angry about it.
well now, if that’s not the most chinese thing ever, i don’t know what is.
this is a song i think everyone should listen to when they wake up on the weekend. contrary to the title of the post it is not by james brown. it’s the kind of song you should dance around in your underwear to. not that i’m saying that i dance around in my underwear all the time and make like playlists to do that to or anything, i mean it just seems like the kind of thing that would be fun. if one was so inclined to do so. you could dance around in your clothes too. either way. you could even dance around with clothes and not have underwear on, yeah, commando dancing.
eh…enough of that awkwardness.
you know what is awkward or rather, what was awkward? the other day i was in the subway and i was going to go down the stairs to the platform. right when i was going down a bunch of people were walking up because a train had just come. this one older middle agedish woman was walking up towards me and i was at the top of the stairs and all of a sudden she fell down on my legs. the awkward part was that i could see her falling, not enough to catch her but enough for my brain to understand completely what was going on, so as she was grasping my legs i was so fully aware of everything. also, she grasped my legs for a really long time, kind of climbing up my knees or something. it was a little scary but mostly awkward. i mean, i really didn’t mind, when you’re falling, you’re falling and you just grab whatever and don’t really think about it. but the person you’re falling on sure thinks about it. i mean, if you fall on me i am definitely thinking about how awkward it is. after she left i actually checked to see if i still had my wallet. ha!
i just remembered that a homeless man fell on me on my way to connecticut…..er…i don’t think i want to relive that right now.
nevermind! here’s aretha’s rock steady, get your underwear on! or off!
right? miz franklin knows how to get with the funk, it starts off a little plain but i know that by 30 seconds in you’re moving your hips already.
our neighbor isn’t loud, well, not particularly loud, but maybe our walls are just thin. we never hear anything scandalous, maybe kathy does when she’s working in her office area (which just means the table next to the fridge). she tells me that he always brings girls home late and then leaves in the morning before they do. i don’t think i’ve ever actually seen what he looks like. anyway, my room is on the adjoining side of the apartment and i can hear murmurs through the wall when i turn my music off. is that word really just mur repeated twice? someone told me that that’s what extras say in movies when they’re filming a crowd scene: murmurmurmurmurmur or was it mumblemumble…anyway. last night, when i was tucking myself into bed and had turned off my music i heard some murmblings (he had a girl over). normally if i hear these i just put my earphones on and pass out, but last night i was just finishing a glass of water and i totally tried that glass to the wall trick. it was pretty cool, or maybe i am a dork, but you never really think those things work and when they do it’s like you just did magic.
i couldn’t really hear anything exciting, it clarified the voices but also diminished the volume so i went to sleep, but i felt like such a creep. hahaha no not really because i love spying or at least pretending like i am one.
makes you wonder, though doesn’t it? i mean, about the millions of people out there….i mean billions…and think of how many people you pass everyday. you know, well i know, when i’m walking i look at people and judge them. i can’t help it. but i do always wonder what how people are judging me. it’s kind of like wondering what people say about you behind your back or what people who don’t really know you say about you. except i’m wondering what they are wondering about me.
or maybe they don’t wonder about me. i wonder if i piss some people off just by being there. you know how you see someone and automatically you’re like ‘ooh, we would NOT be friends’ in your head and you don’t even know them. sometimes you come home and you tell whoever is at home about your day and the people you passed; aren’t you curious about how many people are telling the people in their homes about that girl they passed today who seemed like such a bitch and it was you? it can be a kind of disconcerting thing to wonder, like when one thinks too much about gravity.
aha! the neighbor just came home. it is funny because i always wonder how much he hears of us. i think we are strange people to overhear, especially tonight when a good part of it was spent standing at the sink playing with dry ice in water and oohing over it like five year-olds.
anyway, this one goes out to jess because she asked me if i was going to post about it and i said i was, plus it kind of goes with my ramblings. you know. secrets. other lives. i dunno. when i was little i felt guilty about listening to it because it was about such a bad thing, but it was such a good song! it made for a very torn third grader; how COULD something so wrong be so right?
i would have come back earlier, but i pulled my hamstring….or is that just a string made of ham and not a muscle? anyway, i pulled some muscle found between your knee and your hip. my knee and my hip. and, i did it while i was just standing there. yep. just out of the blue. i was standing in duane reade all, la dee da, where’s the toothpaste and all of a sudden, ow! i was partially paralyzed all hunched over trying to relieve the pain in the corner next to the lightbulbs. i don’t know what happened. it’s not like i stepped forward or fell or tried to do a high kick. i was just STANDING. it was spontaneous muscle pulling. i think my muscle just contracted upon itself. it’s as if he just quit. all of a sudden my right leg was like ‘f, this! i quit working here!’ and nobody even knew he was unhappy with his situation or had family troubles at home. he just quit without warning. he even left his sandwich in the breakroom fridge. it was that fast.
the next day, which is the day that is today, it hurt lots more. stairs are very difficult now and when i stand up from kneeling well, i don’t really stand up right away because it hurts. i hope that somehow this means i am building muscle, even though i know it does not. my left leg also hurts in that area now, but not as intensely (which looks like it’s spelled wrong). i don’t know what is going on, maybe it is sympathy pains. what i do know is that we can’t afford to lose more workers. especially not with the writers’ strike.
lets talk about brandy (you’re a fine girl) by looking glass instead. yes, happier times. this is one of my favorite songs ever. it is so good and the story is just so painful and sad in the catchiest way possible. i think my favorite line is the silver chain bit in the second verse. i don’t know why, it’s just such a smooth rhyme. plus, that’s when you really get into the story, oh the painful story. it matches my leg pain but more like if the leg pain moved to my heart, but not in a heart attack way.
poor heath ledger. i don’t care if he was getting all this good acting work done recently, i thoroughly enjoyed 10 things i hate about you. anyway, here’s lauryn hill’s version of the song he sang in that movie for a short while when he was convincing julia stiles to get with him.
you may think, oh yeah! where is lauryn hill? she has like five kids now, that’s where she is. i think most of them are with bob marley’s son…one of them, i don’t remember which one. i hope they start a reggae/hip hop version of the jackson 5. that would be awesome.
you know who i wonder about? that girl from 10 things i hate about you who was alex mack. where she at?
i am learning the song banana pancakes by jack johnson on the ukulele. i was inspired by steph and i hope by the time we get back we will be able to kanikapila.
as a result of my learning, the song has been stuck in my head for over a day. unfortunately, all i know are the first four measures, up to the part that goes ‘can’t you see that it’s just raining, ain’t no need to go outside’ and then i can’t play therest, you know, the part where the first verse actually starts. i have to study those youtube videos a little more.
i hope i drive our neighbor crazy by just playing the first four measures over and over again. i don’t particularly not like our neighbor or anything, it just seems like a fun thing to do if you’re in an apartment—drive someone crazy with your odd habits.
this is a test now. i suppose i should put banana pancakes up, but it’s on my external so enjoy take that’s back for good.
i’m going to write about one song-thing a post. i think i can keep up with that, maybe not daily, but not infrequently. or maybe i should commit and do daily. well. i can decide that tomorrow.
