sirena: (End on end like a long lost astronaut.)
Whoops, this was from last week )

That's what I started to write last week. Then my browser crashed and it looked like I had lost the draft. But here it is again! Anyway, I'm better. I've gradually been eating more and more since it worked its way out of my system, and I think I lost 5 pounds or so. Best diet ever! No, I'm kidding. It was awful. (Not gonna complain about the weight loss, though.)

Well, anyway. Last night--after already driving the 30 or so miles from J's house to my grandparents', I then got guilt-tripped into driving back down to my apartment, an hour away, to meet Jeremy and some friends [Matt and Steffi] for an outing in Georgetown. All told, it was fun, although I didn't like college kids when I was in college, and I REALLY don't like them now. Anyway, we dropped Matt and Steffi off, and Jeremy and I drove back up Connecticut to Silver Spring. He's been listening to Ben Folds Presents: University A Cappella! a lot lately, and a new song started up and he said, "This is our song. Well, maybe it's my song."

Would I know? )

Naturally I cried.

Before we both passed out in my apartment, I asked him one more time if he really meant it, and he said (as he was falling asleep), "Yeah. It's like, in the song, the...stumbles and...led me to someone like you... No, not 'someone like you.' You."

And then he was asleep and I cried all over his arm.

Anyway. A++++, would date again.
sirena: (kate; a homunculus!)
I know I haven't posted in an effing month, but I am absolutely obsessed with this video and have decided it's time to come clean and confess my love for La Gaga. The spark was always there, but this video finally ignited it. I love everything, but my favorite part starts up at 3:43 or so.

ANYWAY YES. Now I can be true to myself and my Gagalove.

Besides, I think she is hot as hell.
sirena: (blue beetle; wtf?)
What the shit is this shit? :(

Oh, Immi, why?
sirena: (banksy; i'm nothing if not unrealistic)

I suppose it is worth mentioning in here, for the recollection of my future self, that this is the week in which Ed McMachon, Farrah Fawcett, and Michael Jackson died. Today I checked Twitteriffic and learned that Billy Mays, master pitchman and possessor of one epic beard, has also passed. What in the nine hells? If we go back a few weeks we can also include David Carradine in this macabre little club. Rob Cockerham might be right about celebrities not dying in threes--we're well over three now. Now it's getting creepy. Who's next, Patrick Swayze? (I'm sorry, Patrick Swayze, I don't mean to call you out! I will feel so bad if that news hits tomorrow.)


My brother started police academy this past week, and it is nothing like the movies, let me tell you. (Also, seriously, what kind of judicial system offers "be a cop!" as an alternative to jail?) I give him all the credit in the world, because no power on Earth could make me want to get up every morning at 4am, run myself to death for 12 hours, and get screamed at by a man who looks like an angry boxer (the dog, not like Mike Tyson)--EVERY DAY, for 27 WEEKS. No thank you.

Ahh, what else. Um. My mother's doctor thinks she has an enlarged heart (or something), so she goes to see the cardiologist tomorrow. I think I have an ovarian cyst (or something), so I...have to get off my ass and make an doctor's appointment.

In two weeks (God willing) I am going to Minnesota to (a) meet J's entire frigging family (OH MY GOD) and (b) go to a wedding. Paul's wedding, in fact. Yes, THAT PAUL. Wow, that whole situation was one big false start, wasn't it? I'm happy with the way everything turned out, though, which is all that really matters.

DID I NOT TALK ABOUT THE DECEMBERISTS CONCERT ON THE 8TH?? HOW DID I NOT TALK ABOUT THAT?? It was amazing. It was, as expected, mostly their new stuff from The Hazards of Love (and no "Shiny"! Sadness!), but it was great--their two female guest vocalists (Becky Stark (Lavender Diamond) and Shara Worden (My Brightest Diamond)) were super awesome. Becky Stark came out all Galadriel and serene, and then Shara Worden!!! Holy cats, this chick, just watching her--hell, just thinking about watching her is enough to get me all jazzed up. She was so tiny, but so kickass. I wish her My Brightest Diamond stuff was as energetic as she was that night.

I suppose that's everything new. Getting ready for Minnesota in the next two weeks, then getting ready for New Orleans (SIGGRAPH) after that. (This involves a Cindy Crawford workout.) I'm excited about NOLA, but holy cats, it's going to be hot down there.

For lack of a better closing, I am completely obsessed with the opening cinematic for The Beatles: Rock Band (here it is, annotated). I think I've watched it 10 times now. I love the part where they change into the Sgt. Pepper uniforms--reminds me of Utena. I love Paul's little movements, the way he turns his head slightly and puts a hand on his hip. (I also love the "sitting in an English garden" part--there's something about seeing characters react to physical changes in their environment that excites me.) It makes me want to get back into animation (which was, y'know, my MAJOR even if they did shaft us on the education).

I want to play it NOW. Dibs on George.


Next time I need to read something gut-wrenchingly sad.]
sirena: (blue beetle; wtf?)

I'm kind of obsessed with this song right now. D:

And... Okay.

  • April 4 12:22pm
  • April 7 12:27pm
  • April 8 12:29pm*
  • April 9 12:25pm
  • April 10 12:15pm

These are all the times in the past week I've gotten some weird phone call from an "unavailable" number. Except for the 8th, which was "restricted," and when I answered it, I was disconnected right away. Sometimes when they call I'm out of the room, but even when I have it with me, for some reason I don't hear it--maybe it's not ringing. But look at the times--they're all between 12:15 and 12:30. Maybe someone is bored on their lunch break. It's sort of pissing me off, either way. D:
sirena: (blue beetle; wtf?)
I added Sugar Ray, Soul Coughing, Wallflowers, and Gin Blossoms to the awesome 90s MUSIC MMMMMEGAPOST, so if you were waiting on that, you may wait no longer. (And please comment if you like? I like knowing that my efforts are not solely for my own enjoyment.)

The other news is that J and I...may...not be quite broken up any longer? But I have my reservations about this (CALEB, YOU SHUT YOUR FACE), and I will retain my skepticism until we work out some Ground Rules to Keep Him From Freaking Out Again. As it is, I don't see what we're doing that is so different from before he had his crisis.

I'm an idiot, I know. This is the last time.

I also have like three angry cavities, and two months until the next available dentist appointment. O Joy and Rapture. My teeth hurt NOW.

Tomorrow, maybe?: The Batcave's (aka office) new Terror Nicki's Mood Alert Rating System. Yesterday was Sad Panda Day. Today, Sad Teeth Day. Tomorrow? Only the Shadow knows.
sirena: (banksy; i'm nothing if not unrealistic)
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Hello, neglected music bloggy thing.Today I come bearing 1990s Top 40 adult contemporary pop/rock! Anyone who knows me knows that I am in love with 80s music, but I also profess a deep fondness for this stuff, being as this...

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sirena: (Default)
Why does this always happen?

So dudes, I need to make a decision. March 6, 2007 is host to TWO concerts I would die to attend. Ultimately it comes down to whichever I can round up accompaniment for, but I thought I would ask the all-knowing LJ first. (passers-by are also invited to vote, assuming i even have passers-by.)

[Poll #914814]

"Wait!" you say. "I don't know who these people are." Well, you'll be a better person for knowing. Allow me!

A bit about the candidates:
01. Badly Drawn Boy
Woolen-hatted British singer/songwriter.
Venue: 9:30 Club, where I almost threw up on Tim.
You Know Him As: Singer of my favorite song ever.

See Also: "All Possibilities"

02. Of Montreal
Bizarrely-costumed dancy-poppy band headed by the spangly Kevin Barnes, and also not from Montreal.
Venue: Some place in Falls Church, VA.
You Know Them As: I dunno, I just posted a video of theirs last week. Also, that Outback commercial that made me cry blood.

The quality on that is really shitty, I know. Sorry.

See Also: Disconnect the Dots

Help me, LJ-land!
sirena: (regret index = .992)
Please, if you could, anyone. I get zero comments anymore because my life is just the same rehashed crap from over a year ago, I guess, but help me out this once? I need some ridiculously, brainlessly upbeat music so as to block out the low drone of this heart full of regret I've got going on here. The pinprick of "You've waited too long, jackass," is vicious.

(See also.)

not that this matters anyway as i have a boyfriend and all

Anyway. Idiotically cheerful music? Artist + title is fine. Otherwise it's just me and every bittersweet song that keeps popping up in iTunes.
sirena: (teapot; supercharged)
The crawww!

Also, how bad do I want a suit of LED lights?

I present: The video for Of Montreal's "Heimdalsgate Like A Promethean Curse"!

Ohh, do I love you, Kevin Barnes.
sirena: (teapot; supercharged)
Hey dudes, I screwed the thing up but I posted a bunch of music here which is available for your enjoyment. As always, please support the artist if you like, la la la, etc.

My finger hurts! :<
sirena: (teapot; supercharged)

Help. Someone make me study, please. This is my last final EVER and I cannot muster the strength to even get my notebook out of my bag.

Instead I'm procrastinating by writing this post sitting here listening to the same song on repeat. I admit I'm a sucker for the use of drum brushes, and "We'll Go Walking" by The Bees (U.S.) has me hooked. Ah, so pretty. I will accept this album for my birthday (which is this Saturday, in case you were unaware) or Christmas. (A while ago, I posted some other Bees songs here.)

I will also direct your attention to "Times Are A Stayin'" by J-Roddy Walston and the Business, whom I have yet to see live.

OK OK OK OK OK, for serious, I will go study now. [serious face]
sirena: (kabuki; if she wasn't so shy.)

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Now crossposting over to LJ, just to annoy everyone over there.

I've been on a giant Sufjan Stevens kick lately, and I blame it on Jeremy giving me a copy of The Avalanche. I can't believe some of these are only...

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Oct. 4th, 2006 03:53 pm
sirena: (blue beetle; wtf?)

Hurr. Apparently this is old news, and I am behind the times again.
More on "Wraith Pinned to the Outback Steakhouse":
Stereogum (with video!)
or just the video.

Ah, you get the idea. After a while they all start saying the same thing. I think the general consensus is WTF.

I mean, I appreciate that Outback has such good taste in music, but this is bizarre.
sirena: (i wish these were my lips.)
I think I accidentally dooced myself.*

*Not in the strict sense because hey, it's not like I have a job to lose, but in the sense of the existence of this lj maybe fucking something up?

But rather than actually expound on that, I am going to retreat back into my time-honored tradition of being annoyingly ambiguous and you're all just going to have to deal with that.

On Tuesday I drove out to Thurmont, MD, where my brother and the other ¡Two Amigos! had set up camp and then realized that they wouldn't be able to carry everything home (I had helped take it up), nor would they be able to find home, despite my giving him directions, because he had his sense of direction amputated at birth. So under the pretense of being a nice sister, I set out for some campin'; i.e. accidentally hiking for 1.5 miles in flip-flops and then getting chased by a bee.

The other thing is that there wasn't room in the tent for me, or if there was, it would probably be bad for a nubile young thing such as myself to be sleeping in such close quarters with boys. (That is the first and last time I will ever refer to myself as a nubile anything.)

So I--I slept in the car.

Let me say this: As uncomfortable as it sounds to sleep in the backseat of one's car, it's about ten times worse. I am not a tall girl--5'6" if I'm being generous, and anyone who's met me in person will tell you I'm not terribly big in general. Hell, Jeremy once referred to me as "petite" (which is inaccurate but still flattering, so I'll take it and not complain). And my car is of the midsize sedan variety ("I DRIVE A DODGE STRATUS!"), so it's reasonably roomy. And yet I write this in amazement that my legs did not suffer any permament disfigurement from being crammed into the backseat.

In any case I've forgotten where I was going with this.

Can I distract you with some links?
Best lj post ever?
I probably laughed harder at this than I should have. (And this, from the comments.)
Also this (and this).
I Love Richard Cheese. I think it might actually be true (if listening to the "I'd Like A Virgin" song clip is any indication).

OH RIGHT, that's what I wanted to ask. To my astonishment I've been craving a lot of house/trance music tonight.

Sam: my god, are you okay?
Nicki: i--i think i JUST WANNA DANCE

Is there anything along the lines of Armand van Helden that anyone would recommend? On the trance side, I decided that I really like ATB. Just, you know. If anyone knows. I've never really ventured into this realm of music before so I'm kind of just going by whose name I like best (I'm ashamed to admit that that's how I voted in Loyola's SGA elections freshman year).

PS, because Sam is awesome and I am technically inept, he hooked me up with an RSS feed of my VOX thinger, just in case anyone is terribly interested (I know you are!). Also, I have two (2) invites to give out to whoever wants one. :3
sirena: (blue beetle; gladys)
Well okay, dudes, I haven't done a meme in forever so here's that mp3 one that I stole from [ profile] navi and [ profile] mamechan. I hope you all are cool enough to figure them out! :B

(But don't worry if you're not, I still love you.)

Step 1: Put your MP3 player or whatever on random.
Step 2: Post the first line from the first 15 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song.
Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from.
Step 4: Strike out the songs when someone guesses correctly.
Step 5: Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is CHEATING!

Damn straight, it's cheating. Shit, there's at least two dead giveaways in there anyway.

01. This is our last goodbye [ profile] navi
02. I heard you on the wireless back in '52 [ profile] navi
03. Nothing feels good like you in red and blue jeans and your white and night things [ profile] jibakushounen
04. Was ist los mit dir mein Schatz? Aha.
05. It's poetry in motion [ profile] cyberknight
06. Hey you! You got a sweety groovy chick
07. Woke up this morning at 11:11
08. Weak for lack of oxygen
09. The premature adaptation of the got-it-made game plan
10. Sometimes I feel I've got to run away [ profile] cyberknight
11. Say goodbye, lose your friends
12. As kisses go, it wasn't anything out of the ordinary
13. All I can see is black and white
14. Clipped and cute as hell
15. Riding on this know-how

Something really fucking weird happened in there, but I can't say what it is because it involves the song titles. It would be weird on its own, but because it's me, it's a billion times weirder. Anyway, when they're all guessed, maybe I'll post the songs or something. Because it's GOOD MUSIC.

And dude, why am I suddenly so in love with Co&Ca? It's insane. I am totally doing this for my senior project, man.

Shitty Garage Band is mangling Weezer's "Beverly Hills"--oh, wait, now they're back to their old favorite, "Smells Like Teen Spirit." Holy God, he is so offkey.


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