The Vivacious Vagabond

The Story So Far

Work, home, internet, sleep, lather rinse repeat.

Tea helps keep me sane, at least. I've found a new fondness for teas that have qualities other than "sweet" and "iced" (I am a Southern belle, you know). As of now I'm sipping on some vanilla chai, with milk and a tablespoon of sugar. Lipton's "Red Tea" is also delicious, as is Twinings' Irish Breakfast Tea (although it's pretty terrible when drunk cold). When brewing tea for myself at work I've found that it's almost a necessity for it to be just as good cold as it is hot--because undoubtedly it's tepid by the time I'm able to drink it.

Anyway, just having a bad day and wanted to come let my 'hood know the business.

NASHVILLE PROTESTS IRANIAN ELECTION

Information and attendance confirmation on Facebook: http://tinyurl.com/nashvilleprotestsiranelection

Information on Livejournal: http://community.livejournal.com/nashvillians/1184448.html

SPREAD THE WORD, EVEN IF YOU DON'T LIVE IN NASHVILLE OR KNOW ANYONE WHO DOES! ASK YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD TO SPREAD THE WORD!

Told You So.

Miss USA drops Carrie Prejean

Referring back to my post So Carrie Kept Her Crown, (specifically my comment here), please allow me to say:

Boom. Called it. Her 15 are done, and nothing is the better or the worse for it.

Oh Lord.

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.

Fais Do Do!!

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.

(Chorus)

This song being performed wonderfully by mrgreer51 & company!

Thibodeaux

Up Jumped The She-Devil!

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)!

Lake Adventure!!