May 2005

Snapping my fingers off in frustration, inside

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I am freaking out. Not on the outside, but on the inside, I’m slamming myself into walls and ripping my hair out. Why? Because there are nine days of school left and the teachers are giving us the most homework since EVER. There’s no time to not do homework, either. For Advanced Algebra, we sometimes get two days to hand something in, so usually, I would wait until the last minute. I can’t do that now. Every day when I go into my math class, we get like three more whole entire giant worksheets assigned. I’m guessing that this is because it’s the end of the school year and we need as much practice before exams as possible, but this is just way too much stress on me! I like my afternoons FREE of school. It’s getting too hard to finish all of my homework in study hall and before school.

Another reason why I am ripping my eyes out on the inside? Because the SATs are on Saturday. SATURDAY. I’m not particularly worried about the test. I probably should be, I haven’t studied for it at all, but I’m more anxious about it interfering with my weekend. My priorities are so out of order that it’s not even funny.

On top of all of this evil negative energy accumulating in all of this homework, I’m also a nervous wreck because of exams. I look back fondly on the times when I wouldn’t even have to study for an exam. I’d just walk in and get a ninety on it. But that ended in like seventh grade. I am terrified of failing almost every exam I have to take this year. Physics, Advanced Algebra, History…. The Spanish exam is in in class exam and the class isn’t even required, so even though I’m pretty certain I’m going to fail that, it doesn’t really count. Except for looking bad on my report card. Then there’s an oral literature exam. And I have to know like all of the stuff that we’ve read this year. And comment about a piece I draw out of a hat. For FIFTEEN MINUTES. Okay, I have to go tear apart my bedroom. Inside my head, of course.

Pink is the new blue

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A Rushed Recap of American Idol

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This season of American Idol hasn’t been the best. In terms of singing ability and quality, yes. Then it was the best. But in terms of entertainment and fun, not really. American Idol is getting kind of old. It’s basically the same thing over and over again every season. And if the show is put on every year, it kind of takes away the importance of it. If there are like, ten American Idol winners, you can’t really have one American Idol, can you? So it’s hard to get excited when somebody wins anymore. Not that the show was losing viewers. If I am correct, this season had the more viewers than any season before. Maybe it’s because the old viewers are being replaced by new viewers, I don’t know. So, even though the show probably isn’t in danger of being cancelled any time soon, it still could have used something to spice if up a bit. And ohmygosh. It totally got it. Yesterday’s finale was THE. BEST. American Idol finale EVER.

Seriously. Anybody who missed it is just missing out. There were no incredibly irritating “and you’ll find out after the break [and the next five hundred breaks]” breaks, there was no counting the number of votes from each state to keep the audience excited. None of that. I must say that really, it was the little things that made the finale such a memorable event. Here are some of my favorite moments:

The whole Simon Cowell interview in his changing room. It was great when they cut to the Alabama audience to see Latoya London dressed up in a crown and a pink boa and talking in a fake British accent. “I’m beeeeing treated like rooooooyalty, dahling.” Simon’s comment was hilarious. “She’s drunk. Latoya, you’re drunk.”

Latoya ignored him and went over to talk to this little seven or nine year old kid with writing all over his face. She held the microphone up to his mouth and he shouted, “Why does Simon use reverse psychology on Bo?”

Simon asks, “what did he say?”

“Why does Simon use reverse psychology on Bo?”

“Uh…. I don’t use reverse psychology….”

“……WHY DOES SIMON USE REVERSE PSYCHOLOGY ON BO?!”

Right after the interview and right before commercial break, Ryan Secrest tells the audience to stay tuned for a shocking secret about Simon. Simon’s face suddenly turns to a frown and he says quietly, “I thought you were going to do that.”

After about twenty minutes of Simon pretending to be truly pissed off in his judges chair, the time has come for Simon Cowell’s secret to be revealed! A spoof movie in the fashion of America’s Most Wanted starts. It is about how Simon is having a secret affair with somebody on the show. There are several sad interviews with the other judges and cast members of the show, visits to places with evidence (Too Tight Tees), a very funny segment in a recording studio with Paula Abdul and Randy Jackson, and finally, the truth is revealed! Simon is having an affair with….himself! Okay, I guess you’d have to be there, but it was pretty darn funny.

Another really great scene was when they showed a clip of the American anthem sung by a woman who was rejected during the audition process. It was a truly bad audition with shouting and a lot of dramatic hand gestures and poses. I really don’t like watching that sort of thing, especially when you can hear the entire audience from the Kodak theater laughing at it.

I turned to my sister, rather disgusted and said, “What if she’s watching this at home and sees that she’s a laughingstock?”

But then something really unexpected happened. The screen opened up and out walked the woman who was singing so horribly in the video clip. She was wearing a fancy dress, and was beaming as she sang the rest of the national anthem. She got a standing ovation from the audience and Paula Abdul. It was so cute and it made me all warm and fuzzy inside.

A bunch of other really cool things happened during the show including two audition rejects getting to meet their favorite celebrity, the two Idol finalists winning convertible Ford Mustangs, the Idol winner winning their own personal jet, and some pretty good performances by the top twelve. By the end of the night, I wasn’t even disappointed that Carrie won. In all honesty, maybe it’s better that way. I think she definitely needed it more than Bo did. Anyway, if you don’t win, you don’t seem like as much of a loser…. if you’re supposed to seem like a rebel, like Bo is. And I’m really happy for Carrie. And her single isn’t that bad. And I am TOTALLY PSYCHED for season five to start in a few months.

Taking the bus is just too hard.

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Mary and I were supposed to go to the Albright Knox yesterday to see this exhibit or whatever that Performing Arts had put together. I called her at about six o’clock and she said she’d be ready to go in ten minutes. I ate dinner, got ready, etc, etc, etc, then I called back like twenty minutes later and she said that we weren’t going. Apparently, she had to go with her family to the Anchor Bar or something like that. So, yeah, that was a little depressing. I was kinda looking forward to going since I’d never been to the little Gusto at the Gallery thingy before. I still want to go to the art gallery today, though, since that exhibit with photography of 2,000 naked people inside the Central Terminal is opening.

After not going to the Albright Knox to see the whatever thingy, I walked up to the DVD place and got The Merchant of Venice. I watched it later on, and it’s really good. It’s kind of weird, because like last summer I could not understand Shakespeare at all and now, all of the sudden it’s like, okay, so this isn’t that hard. Anyway. I think I might be becoming one of those Shakespeare fan geeks. Watch me be like that one weird girl in Ten Things I Hate About You who has pictures of Shakespeare all over her locker…. Anyway.

After that whole walking up to get the DVD thing, I went back to my house and just sat on the couch until my parents got home. We’ve been driving a rental for the past two weeks or so because our car broke down and is now officially legally dead. When my parents arrived at home from some fundraiser for my school that I had absolutely no idea about, we left to Hamburg to try out a used Subaru that we saw in the classifieds.

I really thing that my family should just go out and buy a new car. Or go to a used car dealership at least. Because we really have the worst luck with cars. Every morning last winter, we would sit in the car and hope that the car would start. And not explode. I’m kind of sick of ghetto cars.

The car that we previewed was basically the same as our previous car except two years younger, it had different seating, and it was a really weird shade of dragonfly green. I’m so desperate for a car right now that I really don’t care that much about the color or the really gross sportsy stripe on the side of the car. Just get me something to drive me around and I will be happy.

Somebody stamp a giant “L” on my forehead.

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In the show: Going to famous footwear, picking out shoes, religious people, window privileges, a ton of shouting out windows, period parties, Harry Potter rocking my socks, me being completely grossed out at how whiny I sound after listening to this. And I am so dead serious, vote for this show.

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I can bleed out of my vagina now!

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These are pictures from my sister’s Period Party. It’s amazing how completely shameless she is.

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Local celebrity

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So. Shannon, Mary, Russell, and I are driving in Russell’s car down Elmwood Avenue, right? We’re driving to Delaware Park to continue this whole walking-is-healthy thing. So, we’re driving and across the street, walking by Everything Elmwood, is somebody who looks awfully familiar. “Ohmygosh,” I say. “It’s Ani Difranco.” I wasn’t absolutely certain, but the face structure looked about right. As did the currently down and curly hair dyed purple.

Shannon was like, “TURN AROUND,” so Russell turned the car into a parking lot and we turned back around into the opposite direction. I didn’t want to disappoint anybody, so I was like, “You know, it might not have been her. So don’t get mad at me if I’m wrong.” But as we drove up past Everything Elmwood and that whole block, I found that I am really quite good at spotting people, because it WAS Ani Difranco. Cue freak out.

We pull up in front of the Acropolis Restaurant and I hope that Shannon will stick her head out of the window and shout something totally crazy like, “OHHHMY GOSH! WE LOVE YOOOU, ANI!!!!” Instead, somebody has rolled down my window and Shannon is telling me to say hi to her. So, then, for maybe like thirty seconds, we have a little, “No you, no you, no you!” argument until Ani has walked passed us. Sick of this, Russell says out the window, rather unenthusiastically, I might add, “Hi, Ani.” Ani turns around and gives us a little wave. I am freaking out laughing in the front seat of the car.

Other than feeling spectacularly retarded for not doing something or at least saying hello, I feel a huge rush of adrenaline and am totally excited. We saw Ani Difranco! Being total losers, Russell and Mary are not Ani Difranco fans. For the next few hours, Shannon and I tried to reach Jill, perhaps the only other Ani Difranco fan I know to tell her our exciting news. Even though I met her in like, the sixth grade, this was still a huge super big deal. She WAVED at us.

I heart spring.

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You know that feeling when you feel so sloth-like and so disgusting that your body feels icky and your brain feels sticky? I’ve been experiencing these symptoms for the past few days and they can lead to one illness: way too much internet and not enough outdoors. In order to purge my body of this horrible sickness, I decided to get out and do a little exercising today.

I called Russell this afternoon after being inspired by an article about Martha Stewart’s health habits in last week’s people magazine and asked him if he wanted to go jogging in the park. Please forgive me for how horrible that last sentence sounded and DO NOT DIS MARTHA STEWART. So, anyway. Russell agreed and we drove up to Delaware Park and did one walk around the walk path thingy.

It’s really starting to smell like summer now. You know the smell. The smell of fresh cut grass, beautifully sweet air, and a tiny hint of manure. Everything was so springy and gorgeous today that it was nearly orgasmic. At least scent-orgasmic. Seriously. I actually started salivating from the spring smells. I don’t know what that says about me and my eating habits, but um…. spring rules!

To get a little more movement into my day, when I got back home from the park, I rode my bike up to Elmwood Taco & Subs and got some tacos. I love how all of the sudden, all of the trees on the streets have erupted with leaves. It’s interesting that when something like that happens, it’s completely immediate. There’s no slow progression. You walk outside and it’s like, “oh my gosh. There are LEAVES on the trees!”

My little trip to ETS made me miss half of American Idol, but it was all good because they had each contestant sing twice, so I got to see the second performances. And! And! I got to TEXT my vote using my new cell phone! Eek! I got a cell phone! HA-HA-HA! …. It’s really perdy.

I’m overchallenged!

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I am completely terrified of anything having to do with school right now. I have an AP exam tomorrow that I’m pretty sure I’m going to fail. I hardly remember anything that we learned this school year, but I also can hardly answer any of the questions of the AP U.S History review book. I know that I don’t need to pass this exam to pass the grade, but that’s not really what I’m worried about. I’m not worried really about passing/failing the multiple choice section. I’m worried that when it comes to the THREE essays that I have to write during the exam, that I’m going to not know the answer to any of of them! I would hate to have a totally blank piece of paper to hand it. It would just be too embarrassing.

After this exam is over, I plan on being freaked out out of my head with being scared to death about my June exams. We had a practice exam for Advanced Algebra the other day. So. Hard. Really. I didn’t remember anything from the beginning of the school year. And then there’s physics. I’m really scared that I’m going to fail physics and have to take it over again next school year. A lot of seniors had to do that this school year. I don’t want to take physics again!

Once exams are all over and done with, I plan going insane with the thought that in exactly one school year, I will be heading off to college. COLLEGE. I am so not ready for college. I am scared that I might not get into any of the colleges I want to go to or that we won’t be able to afford any colleges that I want to go to. I checked the Pratt website and it said that design majors need to include three sketches drawn from life including a self portrait. I can’t draw from life for beans! Maybe I’ll become a photography major…. but is that what I really want? Is being a design major what I really want? THERE ARE TOO MANY THINGS!

And what if I FAIL THE GRADE? What if I fail my exams and have to take the grade over again? That would be embarrassing. I really don’t know if I should have gone to this school. With all of its advanced classes and stuff. People are always telling me that I wouldn’t be challenged enough at a less challenging school…. I think I would do better, though. I wish that I was in stupid, regular history instead of AP. I wish that I went to a school that doesn’t teach Earth Science in the 8th grade so that I could take that instead of Physics. I wish I could just relax!

Going to porn stores

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Starring: Max, Russell, Mary, John, and Brandon

In the show: Driving in Russell’s car to various porn stores in Buffalo to celebrate Brandon’s eighteenth birthday. Throwing apples. Shouting out windows. Ghetto restaurants. Laughing at people who go into porn stores. Ani Difranco. Deprived childhoods.

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