I'm going through another make-up craze phase. A sordid love affair with L'Oreal's H.I.P. line--this will NOT end well, I can foresee this now, hahaha. I'm not buying any, just playing around with what I've got--but once you HIP, the fun don't......dip? ;P
Other than that, life is just going on around me, and I'm partaking when I'm able--mostly going swimming out at a local lake, and working whenever Quizno's can afford to put more than the bare minimum employees required on the clock. I try to stay optimistic, for the most part.
These are the lyrics to a GREAT Cajun song I heard on Youtube, played by a guy on an acoustic guitar and his two daughters (one on bass and the other handling fiddle and vocals). I had to send the guy a private message to find these lyrics cuz they are NOWHERE to be found on the internet. SO, lads and dolls, for the first time possibly in the history of the internet, I present to you the lyrics of "Thibodeaux"!! (Possibly written by CV Stuart, please verify/correct this if you know!) Young doctor in a straight-backed chair
Talking about me like I'm not there.
Tell my mama that I just can't stop,
See, my elevator don't go to the top.
Oh doctor but I got a plan,
If I make it to Louisian'.
'Cuz I know a Creole boy who makes 'em easy
as a un na deux na trois (one & two & three).
Chorus I'm goin' down to the cool bayo'
Change my name to Thibodeaux
When they play that Fais-do-do,
Dance all night if you dance real slow.
Drop a line in the Pontchartrain,
Swim with the crawdad and the crane.
When they find me out in the rain,
Be sure and tell them Thibodeaux's my name.
Well a poor man wants what a rich man's got
But all I want is a crawfish pot.
A bucket o' bait and a foldin' chair.
And the kind o' lovin' that you get down there.
Mon chéri won't you come my way,
Where the fiddle and accordion play.
And we'll write a Cajun song that gets 'em movin'
with a un na deux na trois.
This song being performed wonderfully by mrgreer51 & company!
So getting right down to it, I haven't been scheduled to work for three weeks because they've not been doing enough business to be able to afford more than the bare minimum on the clock. Me being the newest kid on the block, I naturally get slimmest pickin's. Summer school starts this Tuesday, they say business may pick up once some students are in town, and "they'll call me if they need me." I put in an application at a Sonic today; it's better than nothing. Trying to keep this shit sunny-side up, ya know, but it's hard. I find solace in sleeping, Facebook, and my guitar as I try not to feel like a useless lump. Eh, whatever, life is just one big fuckit.
I found a place to stay come August 1st once this lease is done, so I chalk that up as a significant victory for today.
Also, I am seventeen days away from being 21. Oh lawd. It's a Wednesday; I'll probably just buy a beer (whatever I can find in a gas station that's not swill) and get my license renewed and save the real celebrating for when I go to Nashville on the 20th. Post-protest celebration down Printer's Alley, of course!
Speaking of Nashville, the more I go there the more enamored I become with the city. My brothers-from-other-mothers and sister-from-another-mister aside (though technically she's in Brentwood), I enjoy how multi-cultural Nashville is. I'm looking to possibly attend grad school in Nashville, possibly at Belmont...financial aid is a must, of course.
Hmm, I think that's all I have to say for the moment. Here's a video from my Youtube account, depicting mine, Andi's, Haley's, and Cody's trip out to a local lake for some swimming. Enjoy (or don't, I'm not emotionally invested either way)!
I'm looking to get contacts the first week in June, and I'd like to get the opinion of people who already wear them.
I'm looking for some lenses that are preferably more long-lived than daily/weekly-use, so likely either monthly disposables or the RGP type (cost will factor in to whether or not I go for the custom RGPs). Any recommendations for brands of that type lens?
So here's my laundry list of questions for you contact-wearin' peoples.
What type of lenses do you wear?
Do you like them, or would you prefer something else?
Do you have a preferred brand of lenses? Is there a brand I should shy away from?
Have you ever had any complications from protein/bacteria on your lenses?
What solution do you use to clean your lenses?
Do you rub the lenses even if they're in a "no-rub" solution?
K, I think that's it--thanks in advance for yall's help! <3
I cannot recommend the Benjy Davis Project's new album "Dust" (FREE to download here on the Amazon page) highly enough. Yes, the entire album is free and it is WONDERFUL--I recommend them especially if you enjoy some of Jason Mraz's earlier stuff.
Out of Baton Rouge, Louisiana no less! I have fond memories of that city.
I've seen the video of Carrie Prejean's answer to Perez Hilton's question regarding same-sex marriage legalization. I've seen the shit-storm that followed Carrie's answer, and I saw Donald Trump's press conference (or whatever he has) this morning where he announced that Carrie will keep her crown.
Honestly, I don't think Carrie should be crucified for stating her beliefs regarding marriage. She's a Christian, and that is what most Christians feel and believe! I enjoy my First Amendment right ever-so much, and I believe that CARRIE HAS A RIGHT TO AS WELL.
It was Evelyn Beatrice Hall (NOT Voltaire) that said "I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it." So there it is, cut and dried. It was no hate speech; she didn't drop the "fag"-bomb or the "dyke"-nuke. Just because she's from California doesn't mean she is automatically bound to supporting gay marriage!
As for the pictures--I honestly could care less. With the way modeling is these days, who doesn't expect some nipple slippage? From what I understand, the pictures of her in the vest were taken on a windy day and the photographer was not supposed to release the nip-slips from that particular shoot, or so Carrie says.
Oh, and don't even get me started on Bill O'Reilly insinuating (or blatantly stating) that feminists should be outraged (OOOOOUTRAAAAAAGED) with Carrie's semi-nude posing (at seventeen--who hasn't taken a saucy little picture in their bedroom when their parents were out of the house?). Seriously, Bill? What the mother-fuck would YOU know about feminism?
I think that about sums up my stance on the matter. Feel free to discuss. :*
Assault on Nashville Anonymous: Ideal Org Opening, 25 April 2009
Things to bear in mind: this took place on public property, about a
half-block north of where the sidewalk was actually closed (8th Avenue & Olympia Street, for you Nashvillians). The guy
being tackled had turned to leave when he was grabbed, turned around,
and had his legs kicked out from under him.
I believe that the highest, most defining moment in my life thus far was my birth. Before birth, I was first a rather insignificant ovum traveling through the Fallopian tubes as best I knew how with no potential twins alongside me. Before I knew it, I was dividing and multiplying to a zygote, then a blastocyst, caught in a rapidly-moving (yet mundane) set of changes to become a full-grown fetus.
Months passed. In my room, I pondered my life: what was I? A leech on a leash. I thought back to my ovarian days when I had grand hopes for the world, and grew sad at how stagnant I'd become as I was unable to break through the glass ceiling to get ahead in life. I idly turned somersaults, amusing myself until--the ceiling broke for me! Hours later (it seemed like days), I was past the glass ceiling into a completely and utterly terrifying world of noise, light, and probing rubber gloves.
"Is this what we strive for in life?" I tried to ask rhetorically, but to my surprise I felt cold, crisp fluid pouring down my throat into the middle of my chest and I let forth what can only be described as a shrill, wretched scream in my state of shock and confusion. Once the initial shock wore off and I was accustomed to this apparently natural occurrence happening in my torso, I had time to think properly. Here I was now in a new world, growing accustomed to their culture, breathing their atmosphere successfully, dining on what certainly was the best succulence these people had to offer.
This weekend has been mostly full of fun, laughter, friends (and a little bit of lively competition), although this morning I was 425 miles away from Hattiesburg, MS with my brothers-from-other-mothers in thought, heart, and spirit.
This weekend was the state NATS (National Association for Teachers of Singing) voice competition, which myself and about eight other vocal students were asked to compete in by our voice teachers (both members of NATS). A good few of our folks made it to semifinals, and three made it to the finals! Jenny placed first in her category, even! Whoohoo!
The drive to and from Hattiesburg was uneventful, despite the severe weather that moved across Mississippi on Thursday (when we were driving down, since preliminaries started early Friday morning). We (Jenny, Hannah and I [plus Justin on the way back]) had a ton of laughs about all sorts of things (including oven shenanigans, distressed screams, Minnesota accents, an alligator named Methusala, AND MORE!)
Unfortunately, we hit a snake in the road that was absolutely unavoidable. :( So sad--it was crawling for its life, too.
Also, I bought a mandolin at a music store in Hattiesburg for $199. It was just sitting there Thursday afternoon, like "please take me home!" We had to go, so I left without it Thursday. But last night I had a dream that I was a famous banjo player, and when I woke up I immediately thought of that mandolin, so we went back to the store after the finals this afternoon and I bought it. $212 & some change in all; the case was included. It's an Austin--not a terrific brand or anything (at least not that I know of), but whatever, I'm learning.