Monthly Archives: March 2007

week recap

I’ve had a pretty good week.

Steve and I headed back to Grand Rapids two more times this weekend (and he went back this morning by himself.) Meggy came, too. ROOMIES!

Tuesday afternoon/evening/night was amazingly eventful. After sitting out in the Free Speech Circle for about two hours, Erica and I went to Pizo’s for free pizza and Italian. (I’m learning phrases!) After pizza, we went to Brathaus for a big girl drink before UFO. We spent $6 between the two of us, which included tips for the bartender and three songs on the jukebox (1. “Undone” by Weezer, 2. “No Rain” by Blind Melon, and 3. “Hungry Like the Wolf” by Duran Duran, some of our old favorites.) After we finished out bevs, we sat on the steps of the Civil War Museum and shared a cupcake and laughed really hard. Mike and Grant picked us up to go to UFO, and afterward we went with Kyle, Matt, and Steve to DQ.

Wednesday night’s Projector meeting was scrapped when our esteemed advisor decided not to show up. Sara, Brynna, and I got dinner at Easy Street and laughed until we cried while we drew pictures of aforementioned advisor.

Last night I laid on the couch and watched War of the Buttons. Lately my weeks have been filled with little nuggets of fun. I love it. Weekly Myles tomorrow.

The Hold Steady to Play Bruce Springsteen Tribute

Tell them all what they get if they mess with the boys from Ballydowse!

It’s been a very enjoyable weekend so far.

Steve and I planned to shoot out Video 3 project at Lmaries laundromat, but we decided that at 2:00PM on a Saturday, the place was too busy to get the coverage we wanted. We went to KFC to regroup, and eventually decided that we would drive out to beautiful Grand Rapids, Ohio to do our project. The sky was overcast, but it was warm and we made out way. The river was really high, and we got some shots of fishermen, and general shots of water moving, and then Steve noticed that we were just about out of battery. Brilliant. We packed up, got some ice cream, and took the long way back to Bowling Green. And to Target.

While checking the mail today, I noticed a small, VHS -sized package with MY NAME ON IT. Could it be? Did I finally secure a copy of my all-time-favorite film? YES. I ripped apart the packaging as fast as my little hands could. A COPY OF THE 1994 IRISH CHILDREN’S FILM, War of the Buttons, WAS MINE AT LAST! So, anyone who wants a peek into my childhood (renting the same videos from the library and watching them over and over again) you may come over and watch my favorite film with me. Finally. Because I own it.

Speaking of children’s films, I am morbidly curious about The Last Mimzy.

Also, if anyone knows of somewhere in the Los Angeles area where I can live for the summer, let me know.

It’s so warm today, and we are going to karaoke tonight. I’m a very, very happy girl.

oh, things

I’m pretty sure that I’m coming down with something. My stomach has been feeling not-well since yesterday morning. I hate a cheese sandwich for breakfast which helped a little. Mehh. This isn’t exactly the ideal weekend for it, either. I have to work all day on both Saturday and Sunday, so I will not be able to catch up on sleep, and I am still feeling a little on California time. MY LIFE IS SO HARD.

Thursday morning Mick and I drove up to Bowling Green. In Dayton, we did not need coats. By the time we got to Lima, there was snow, and I was very upset. The trip was pretty uneventful. A lot of the way we listened to gangster rap (“Still” by The Getto Boys, “Down for Whatever” by Ice Cube, etc.) We stopped at a rest area that had closed bathrooms, so we had to use the Port-a-Johns. Gross. Well, more than gross, they were cold. But, because it was so cold, they didn’t smell. So, in the end, mid-Spring is the best time to use an outdoor toilet. I spent most of Thursday in classes, and we had a Student Voice meeting, and somehow I got roped into digitizing footage this week. Gross.

Corey’s friend, Dave, came up Thursday evening. Corey invited me to go to some bars with him. It was pretty fun, but all in all a pretty bad idea. We hung out at Brathaus for a while and got mad when there was no Bruce Springsteen on the jukebox, and talked about the Ohio State Fair. (Dave also loves the fair.) We were deeply saddened when we discovered that there was in fact NO karaoke anywhere in town that night. I had mustered up enough courage to do a wonderful rendition of “What’s Up” by 4 Non Blondes, or possibly Betty Everett’s “The Shoop Shoop Song.” It’s your loss, Bowling Green.

Erica and I had a good time at Myles yesterday. They had cupcakes, so we got really excited. Then we talked about why we love cupcakes so much. (For kind of a long time.) Other things discussed: Bruce Springsteen, ways to save money, “The Debbie Downer Sound,” and the qualifications of good party songs.

Last night Steve had people over to Campbell Hill 95, which was also a very good time. As usual, there was lots of dancing, and general merriment. Joey danced with the frog a lot, and at one point somehow knocked down a bunch of Christmas lights that were hanging from the ceiling. Joey is a very talented boy.

I have a lot to do this weekend… One company would like to get some script coverage from me, so I have a feature to read and cover, I also have some overdue Ohio history work to finish up. Good thing I’m getting paid to sit at the Visitor Center for 12 hours this weekend. I’ll probably read blogs the whole time.

I also found this:
Hold on to what is good,
even if it’s a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe,
even if it’s a tree that stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do,
even if it’s a long way from here.
Hold on to your life,
even if it’s easier to let go.
Hold on to my hand,
even if I’ve gone away from you.
– Pueblo Indian Prayer


Well, I am back in Ohio from sunny Los Angeles. This morning at 6AM when our flight came in, it was raining pretty hard. I pouted, but it was good to get back to Ohio.

Trip highlights:
-Four interviews, two offers on the spot, two that I am still waiting on
-Got together with our ol’ friend Allen! We ate Mexican food on Santa Monica Pier and walked around expensive stores
-Saw three celebs: that girl who plays Jackie on That 70’s Show, (in a Honda) Nick Kroll (as seen on VH1’s Best Week Ever (at a bar), and Boston Legal’s James Spader (on the set of Boston Legal, my distant distant distant cousin works as a PA and got us on)
-Amy and I got matching t-shirts from neighborhoodies We are obnoxious.
-90’s dance party at The Key Club (THEY PLAYED “BE WITH YOU” BY MR. BIG!)
-Warm weather
-Drove on the 405 during rush hour (not really a highlight.)
-Other fun stuff

Below you will find a photo of Amy and I on Zuma Beach in Malibu. We are cheesing it up and acting like Asian tourists.

Now I am sitting in Dayton. It’s Merek’s 16th birthday, and we are going out to dinner to celebrate. Michael is also home. OH HOW FUN! I’m sure my grandparents will also attend. Speaking of my grandparents, please enjoy this photo my grandfather sent me:

(they are so myspace.)

la: today!

Amy and I leave today…


Did I wake up and see that my brother was still asleep? Yes.
Did I wake him up to see why? Yes.
Is he home sick from school today? Yes.
Did that make me secretly excited because now I have someone to play with? Yes.

(stock photo: my little brother)

Candice came down last night and we spent 6 hours at the 24-hour Starbucks. We talked about a lot of things, mostly family, jobs, school, and how we wish we could be more apathetic within our own lives.

Hopefully Daniel calls me today. Are most of the people that I hang out with at home in tenth grade? Yeah. Yeah they are. And I’m okay with that. Because Daniel rules.

A Public Applogy

Home is swell. There’s not a lot to do, which I have just gotten used to. How did I keep myself entertained when I lived here? I have no idea.

Mom and I went to the mall today. I completed my interview outfit. After the mall we went to dinner with two of their friends. I always forget how good Doubleday’s is. Sometimes I really feel connected to my parents, and I know that I belong to them. Other times, not so much. Living away from them has let me get to know them better. I think I like it.

I need to come clean, although I’m sure none of what I’m about to type is no shocker to anyone who has been in contact with me over the past few weeks. I am scared. I am a wreck all of the time because of this LA thing. Do I want to go? Yes, I think I do. What am I so worried about? I just want people to like me. I’ve been fragile lately. I walk around at any moment ready to burst into tears, and I am constantly sick to my stomach. I’m not exactly sure what is making me this way–I usually can handle stress.

Now I need to apologize to everyone who has dealt with me lately. If I have been snappy, please understand that it is not you. If I have gotten emotional over something insignificant, if I have been rude, if I have ignored a call or ditched plans, I am very very truly sorry. I also need to thank anyone who has listened to me lately. I’m sure it gets old listening to me complain about getting to leave Ohio to hang out in California. I’ll get over it, no need to worry about me.

countdown: 5 days

I may fail out of school; it’s all Jimmy Buffett’s fault.

Today in the car I realized just how much useless data I have stored in my brain. Jimmy Buffett’s “Margaritaville,” a song I find particularly offensive, came on the radio, and I caught myself singing along. Then something really scary happened: I realized I knew all of the words. I knew every word to that terrible, terrible song.

Maybe I knew all of the words because I hear the song at every restaurant remotely close to a beach in the state of Florida, maybe it’s because several people of my youth worshiped the lazy singer, maybe it’s because there is just something inherently evil about Jimmy Buffett. I’m not sure what it is that lets me know all the words to a song that I don’t like, or how to prepare some foods from scratch by memory, but the same thing prevents me from even temporarily memorizing the names of bones or mathematical equations that I need for school.

Why do I hate that song so much? It’s hard to tell. Probably because of a certain group of people that lovingly refer to themselves as “Parrotheads.” What I find so disgusting about these people is that they are very similar to hippies, only worse, because they are grown adults who just want to be hippies on the weekends. They also have chosen a terrible mascot: the king of all things evil and lazy: JIMMY BUFFETT. These folks make my skin crawl.


I would like to direct your attention to this website: Parrothead Hunters. I would like to join their cause.

In short, thanks to jerks like Jimmy Buffett, I failed my last History of Dinosaurs exam.

Also: I got a sixth offer for an interview.

Erica and I went to Myles Baker Street again this morning. We ended up staying long enough to eat two meals there: breakfast and lunch, so we did. They have such wonderful baked goods, great coffee, and a very friendly staff. We have a new friend; her name is Julie, and she is very, very nice.