I'm worried that a lot of people really won't know what these songs are, and I mean that in the most non-pretentious-indie-kid way possible


Step 1: Put your music player on shuffle. Step 2: Post the first one to two lines from the first 35 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing. Step 3: Check off the songs when someone guesses both artist and track correctly. Important Note: Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is CHEATING, and cheating is not endorsed!

1.There's not a lot of difference between a fox hole and a grave,
and knowing that you dug your ditch and climbed in anyway

2.Can we call it a day, Now would that be okay?
Can we just go our separate ways?
The Raconteurs-- xvampiratex

3.The telegraph cables hum.
And few can decipher who the message is from
Fiest framedanddry

4.Now it's years since your body went flat,
And even memories of that are all thick and dull
OKGO xvampiratex

5.A heart that's full up like a landfill
A job that slowly kills you
Radiohead framedanddry

6.I dont want to go out. I wont stay in
Get things done.

7.Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality
Queen sillyputtiexvampiratexrachellanuit

8.You're so cruel and shameless. I can't leave you be.
You're so cold and dangerous. I can't leave you be.

9.The race is on to get out of the bottom,
The top is high so your roots are forgotten.
The Spice Girls xvampiratexrachellanuit

10.Van Tango had a neato scene, Van Tango!
Neato scene, Van Tango!
Franz Ferdinand xvampiratexrachellanuit

11.I'm the mother flipping Rhymenoceros. My beats are fat
And the birds are on my back and I'm horny (I'm horny!!)
Flight of the Conchords rachellanuit

12.Hang up the chick habit!
Hang it up daddy or you'll be alone in a quick!
April March xvampiratex

13.Brazil, where hearts were entertaining June
We stood beneath an amber moon and softly murmured "Someday soon"

14.O Debora you look like a zebra
Your sunken lace is like a galleon

15.I spotted the glow over the mountain tonight
My turn to turn in just when the weather's getting nice
The Unicorns xvampiratex

16.Jojo was a man who thought he was a loner,
but he knew it couldn't last
The Beatles rachellanuit

17.Henrietta, we got no flowers for you. Just these three
miserable cunts sitting on the back seat banging on the off beat
The Fratellis rachellanuit

18.Happiness is just a word to me, and it might have meant
a thing or two if I'd known the difference

19.I am He, as you are He
As you are Me and we are all together
The Beatles imnolover

20.Paint's peeling off the streets again
And I'll drive and close my eyes in Michigan
Rilo Kiley imnolover

21.Oh so all my lovin' goes under the fog, fog, fog
and I believed them all

22.There's something happening here,
And what it is ain't exactly clear

23.Babe, baby, baby, I'm Gonna Leave You.I said baby,
you know I'm gonna leave you. I'll leave you when the summertime

24.She'll come, she'll go. She'll lay belief on you,
Skin sweet with musky oil

25.Time is never time at all
You can never ever leave without leaving a piece of youth

26.Well there's a red house over yonder
That's where my baby stays

27.Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields,
Sold in a market down in new orleans.
The Rolling Stones rachellanuit

28.My heaters broke and I'm so tired
I need some fuel to build a fire

29.I'm so sorry, please forgive me.
Who do I pray to to straighten out this problem?

30.The problem is all inside your head, she said to me.
The answer is easy if you take it logically

31.I could feel it, the vibrations through the ground
as the train left a puddle of drying oil

32.I know that you were never young
And I know you probably won't get old

33.I got a sweet tooth for licorice drops and jelly rolls.
Hey sugar daddy, Hansel needs some sugar in his bowl
Hedwig and the Angry Inch adyingnation

34.You are distraction, like pictures on the wall
I don't like eyes, you are attraction

35.Well tie me up and hit me with a stick! Beat me! Beat me!
Yeah use a truncheon or a household brick! Yeah! Beat me! Beat me!
Adam Ant xvampiratexrachellanuit

Also...just in case you're in need of art lately...

Etsy: Your place to buy & sell all things handmade CharlieBuckett.etsy.com

I need money.

It's October!! And we all know what that means....

HALLOWEEN!!!

Easily my favorite day of the year, I looooove dressing up!! So my question to all you sartorially correct darlings is...

( Who do you want to be today? (of course, image heavy!) )

COME VISIT MY ETSY!!!

http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=7606424

Cheap and chic!

Several of my f/list have done this and I thought it would be fun. I am currently surfing the wishlists of you guys who have done it to see if Santa's little elves can help with anything ;)


Step one

Make a post (public, friends-locked, filtered... whatever you're comfortable with) to your LJ. The post should contain your list of ten holiday wishes. The wishes can be anything at all, from simple and fandom-related ("I'd love a Snape/Hermione icon that's just for me") to medium ("I wish for _____ on DVD") to really big ("All I want for Christmas is a new car/computer/house/TV"). The important thing is to make sure these wishes are things you really, truly want.

If you wish for real life things (not fics or icons), make sure you include some sort of contact info in your post, whether it's your address or just your email address where Santa (or one of his elves) can get in touch with you. Your home address is not required!

Make sure you post some version of these guidelines in your LJ, or link to this post (it'll be public) so that the holiday joy will spread.

Step two
Surf around your friends list (or friendsfriends, or just random journals) to see who has posted their list. And now, here's the important part...

If you see a wish you can grant, and it's in your heart to do so, make someone's wish come true. Sometimes one person's trash is another's treasure, and if you have a leather jacket you don't want or a gift certificate you won't use - or even know where you could get someone's dream purebred Basset Hound for free - do it.

You needn't spend money on these wishes unless you want to. The point isn't to put people out, it's to provide everyone a chance to be someone else's holiday elf - to spread the joy. Gifts can be made anonymously or not - it's your call. There are no guarantees with this project, and no strings attached. Just... wish, and it might come true. Give and you might receive. You'll have the joy of knowing you made someone's holiday special.

My wish list:

It's really pretty fucking stupid how depressed I am. I'm reverting back to my old ways. I hate this. I hate these mood swings. I hate what I've become.

The worst part is...there's no way to fix it.

Yesterday, as I was searching for my old Elvish nickname from 7th grade (dork), I came upon a lot of memories. I don't like who I used to be, jealous, clingy, self-destructive, shy, awkward...but one thing's for certain, I never lived for myself. I can't decide if that's bad or good... I like being generous and helpful and as kind and compassionate as possible, but I think maybe I'm more selfish now. If I don't want to be with someone, I don't be with them, regardless if I think it might hurt their feelings or not, whereas before I'd jump at the opportunity to be with ANYONE just to ease my loneliness. I'm still lonely, so what has changed?

I'm not quite sure.

Today I picked up Ari from his house out of sheer boredom, and took him to school. When we got there, he said," Do you want to come and hang out with us or do you have to go?"

"You know what, Ari? I don't think there's anyone I want to see or that really wants to see me."

And right then I realized how truly far away I am from who I was and who I knew. There was once a person in me who would immediately park the car, rush in, say hi to everyone and give them all hugs and just stay there, even if she weren't fully welcome. But that person is gone. I may be all alone right now, but I don't want to be there. I don't want to stay in High School with High School friends and High School fun. I'm growing up every day and they never bothered with me, so my effort to bother with them would be senseless and unwarranted. I have no more to do with them.

Now that I've let go, what will happen to me? I may live so close to these people and this school, but I want to find everything beyond this wicked little town. And I'm already venturing far and wide, from as close as Class Act and the friends I'm making there to West Hollywood and classes I take and the auditions and connections I make. I feel so strongly and so deeply for acting that it's the biggest and best part of me. It takes up my entire heart so that I almost doubt that I have room for anything else, but I know I do--for my friends, for everyone I meet. But what I don't have room for...

Is the past. It's done, and I'm done with it.

At JCraig, I've lost 4 oz. No, that's not a big deal. Not at all.

I'm looking over to my right part of the screen and Mike Rowe is there with an HP computer saying "MIKE ROWE GETS DOWN & DIRTY"...which couldn't be more sexy. Yes it could. But I'm not at liberty to explain exactly how.

Girls and their boyfriends elude me. I'm just not the type.

I'm happy to be auditioning, I truly am.

Today was an audition for a commercial for Target Electronics, but you wouldn't know it by the people who showed up... MODELS. Namely:
and

LIKE HELL I'M SUPPOSED TO FEEL CONFIDENT AND BEAUTIFUL NEXT TO THESE GIRLS. Ohhhh my goodness, everyone was so tall and beautiful and confident and GLOWING. And then there's me.

Imagine, if you will, a room PACKED with 5'9-6'3 models, all under 120 lbs, dressed to the nines, and just gorgeous, all with long flowing hair.

Then, somewhere in there, on a sort of sub-level, is this girl, 5'7", 140 lbs, with short hair that is ill-cut and really a freakin' mess, bad makeup, a horrible outfit with NO high heels (might have saved her), and a liza-face. (FUCK LIZA.)

It's horrible how much I can't compare to these girls. HORRIBLE. Each and every one a fucking work of art, and then there's me. Were they playing a joke asking me to audition? I was THE ONLY ONE UNDER 5'9" AND NOT SKINNY.

I'm going back to Jenny after a 2 week haitus and I'm scared beyond belief to see my weight. I hate this. I HATE THIS.

Bruce: I'm gonna slow things down a bit. Where was the love my horoscope promised? I have looked under my mattress where I keep things, hidden. There was no love for me in the corridors of power. I found no love in the bar. Just songs about love and bourbon, lots of bourbon. There was no love in volunteer work, in "just being myself." I found no love in bank line-ups, in the sports section of my daily newspaper. I found no love in the Canadian praries, just farmers. Farmers with their own problems, and used farm equipment. I did not find love on the phone, just a network of the un-loved, with something called "call waiting." I did not find love at Eaton Center, just bargain hunters, bargain hunting. I found no love at the Karoake club, I think. See, I couldn't make it inside. No one needs love quite that badly. There was no love in the VIP room of the Big Bop. Just me and a bowl of peanuts, and Bryan Adams. I talked to the bowl of peanuts all night, if you know what I mean. Would you believe I actually looked for love in the health food store? There I only found women buying steroids disguised as sea kelp. There was no love for me in the day care industry, just hard women dressed in pink. I found no love at the antique market, just hopeless couples muttering about the family unit, the family unit, the family- shut up. I found no love in burning the bottom of my feet with Cigarellos. Just a certain amount of artistic satisfaction.There is no love in writing about love, only a deadline.

Kids in the Hall gives me a certain amount of satisfaction.

On the negative side, no call from Honda. I think we can safely assume...yeah, no such luck. From anyone. *sigh* Life. Urinetown's fun. I'm a "specimen". Who knew?

I need to lose some fucking weight. I'm SO sick of this god damned plateau. I'm such a weakling about it, it's disgusting. Ugggggggggggggggh....

Why doesn't Esmerelda have more Disney merch? She's just as much a "Princess" as Tinkerbell and Alice, and way more awesome. Megara too, she TOTALLY needs merch.

As well....FLIK NEEDS SHIRTS AND STUFF. I seriously want all of the action figures/tees/grow-your-own-ant-farm things that they can make of him. He's my superhero (besides Batman). It's the total bitch to all the rest of the Pixar movies. It wasn't even in the California Adventure Pixar Parade...which puzzles me. It's...it's Pixar. Why does it get shafted?

Here's hoping for a Flik Toothbrush next Christmas...

Oh, and I freaking LOVE Tom Hulce and his gorgey voice. What a hero.


( PS: I'm so Flik. )

Sooooo...

I'm playing Ms. Millenium in Urinetown. 3rd smallest role. Oh well!! No small roles, only small actors.

Any case, I hav no idea who the hell she's supposed to be. Hmmmm....

I'M GOING TO SEE THE KIDS IN THE HALL PERFORM LIVE IN LOS ANGELES MAY 9TH. OH MY FUCKING GOD. THE EUPHORIA I FEEL IS INSANE.

So I went today to the JC Penny audition...

AND GOT TOTALLY LOST. OKAY, OKAY. So---Judy said "take the coast, there's less traffic." So I'm PCH-ing to Santa Monica Blvd and she calls me to tell me like...'directions'. Only she's giving me the wrong casting place's directions, and I already had good ones to begin with. So I go the way she tells me, and end up on the opposite side of LA than I should be. Then I call my managers in a state of "I'M LOST AND I'M COLD AND AFRAID" and they sorta pseudo-guide me back to where I was supposed to be, only I'm exceptionally late by now.

So I get there and there's a KAJILLION girls, all skinnier, prettier, younger, and better-dressed than me. Oh, and did I mention skinnier and prettier? AND they each had WAY better resumes and an air of "I've been doing this longer than you". One girl even was in a movie with Gary Oldman and shit, so...that's upsetting. ( http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2829369/ )

So I wait around and when they come to me, my audition is "sit at this desk like you're bored, then get up and dance like you're crazy." I did just so. So...I don't know if I did well or not but I know my self-confidence is just about below ground level right now....

Oh, and tomorrow I have an audition for a UK Honda commercial where I have to be a very non-descript middle-class 25 year old woman. Hmph. I'm not feeling up-to-par...

I HAVE AN AUDITION TOMORROW FOR A JC PENNY ADVERT!!!!

I AM HAPPY AS PUNCH. I get to try to be the "shy/introverted girl, an Ally Sheedy from The Breakfast Club type with a knack for mimicry and a great emotional range. Must be able to let loose during a wild dance number"


YUSS. YUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSS.

Only problem is...wardrobe...and such. My hair is considerably lighter now, so I don't look as edgy and also, I'm kinda not looking to good in the facial/bodily department this week...ay yi yi.

I MUST PREVAIL! HAIL MALTHUS!

I feel extremely violated today.

I went to Simi to try and shop a little bit and to get the hell out of this tiny place and, of course--having no money and really no taste for anything that'll make me look like a muffin, I left almost as soon as I got there. But as I was leaving, this guy walks up to me from his friend and starts screaming "Hey, look at the pretty girl! Hey, gorgeous, come with us, we got a van and some blow and some money! Come on, come with us, hottie, yeeeeah!"

OKAY, BLOW? WHAT? EXCUSE ME, WHAT DO I LOOK LIKE? I AM NOT A WHORE.

Here's a little side note: my outfit today is a pair of red tights, and a knee-length floral print dress that has slight puff sleeves and a slight V-neck. I look TAME.

So I rush to my car and leave, blasting music the whole way because I didn't really want to think.

Then I came back to this joke of a place to get some pens and Splenda from Vons because, let's face it, that's all I really need in life, and I come to the checkouts and there's this short middle aged guy with rape-eyes who I always try to avoid, but the was the ONLY one without a line of customers (hm, wonder why). So I kind of avoid eye contact and walk up with my pens and Splenda and he doesn't even begin scanning, he begins checking me out. He just fucking STARES at me with this sick smile and says "That's a cute outfit today."

"Thank you"

"How are you?"

"I'm good, thank you very much. I'm in a hurry."

So he slowly begins scanning, still staring at me while I'm trying to finish my transaction ASAP.

"How are you?"

I look up a little confused.
"I'm...good, thank you. How are...you?"

"Good. Nice day, isn't it. Going to do some drawing?"

"Yes..."

"I'm artistic too. Nice outfit."

"Thank you."

"Thank you. Have a great day."

AND I FUCKING HIGH-TAIL IT OUT OF THERE. I know it seems tame, but mother fucker's EYES were RAPE EYES. I felt like I was being asked into a dark sedan with "candy". It was terrifying and I felt dirty and gross afterwards.

And, of course, the song that played when I got in the car was "Wicked Little Town"...hm.

My sleeping habits are so out of whack lately. Going to sleep at 4 am? No, sir, I do not like it. And with the mother fucking people on the roof stomping about at 8am? No sir, this needs to stop.

Mind you, I don't know the cause for either of these maladies, so how can I solve them? Oh yeah, totally can't.

I suppose it started a couple nights ago when out of NOWHERE I got super super sick. I just got home from class at around 9 or so and went to get a stella-cookie, ate it, and went into my room to watch TWBB when suddenly...

MASSIVE HEADACHE. OH MY LORD, UNIMAGINEABLE PAIN. I was literally struck blind. I turned off the DVD and hit my knee into the wardrobe, then accidentially fell onto my bed backwards and curled into a ball. I tried applying pressure, anything to get it to stop. And I'm no weakling when it comes to pain, not at all, and I have headaches just about 5 times a week, but this was so different. I felt like I was literally being "cleft righ' in twain" or something. And then, suddenly---NAUSEA. HORRIBLE HORRIBLE NAUSEA. I still couldn't see, and I mean this--everything was literally white, and I felt my way into the bathroom and...well, that part is very unappetizing. But I kinda tasted blood. So I start screaming for Judy, howling on the ground and clutching my sides, but she doesn't come because she's in the bridge with Phil smoking pot or whatever and they have their AWFUL music up to a kajillion decibles, so god forbid their kid die in the bathroom but hey...it's music.

So I hoist myself up, still mostly blind, and hobble into the garage to try and get some help. All I get is "go back to sleep, it'll be over if you sleep."


UHHHHHH, EXCUSE ME?

So I throw up some more because IT'S NOT EVER OVER and taste more blood or something that's wrong, I can't even tell what it is, and curl up on the tile to try and get my headache to go the fuck away...which it doesn't. Finally, it's 2 am and I haven't slept at all, I've just been laying in the bathroom, putting water on my forehead and hovering near the toilet, etc etc etc. Around 3 am I can see again, just barely, so I crawl into my bed and deep breathe as much as I can, finally falling asleep at 4.

Maybe that's what fucked up my sleeping...

In any case, tonight I get to go to Scene Study to read Oleanna out loud with my abominable partner Gilbert the Ghey. He's....just...awful. And he looks like refried beans. It's so...disturbing. I wish Arthur gave me a better partner, but now I'm STUCK with this...

And it's only 1:48 pm.

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

I OWN THIS MOVIE. I OWN IT UP!

Comment and I'll give you a letter; you then have to list 10 things you love that begin with that letter. Afterwards, post this in your journal and give out some letters of your own. Stixy gave me 'R', et voila!

1. Ryan. He's mah broskie.
2. Russian accents. Especially done very poorly by Americans at the beach.
3. Reason. I don't like chaos just as much as I don't like change, and I'll openly admit this. When things make sense, an angel gets its wings.
4. Rhetoric!
5. Realism. Art, to me, is of course all up to interpretation. But being as simplistic as I really am, I truly admire art that protrays its subject with reality and attention to perfect details. It thrills me!
6. Robert Downey Jr. and Roth, of the Tim variety.
7. Revolution. I previously said I don't like change, but that deserves a note: Only when it's not for the better. Vive la revolucion!
8. Red velvet cake. My goodness.
9. Rambling until people get annoyed with me.
10.Radisson Inn! It's luxury!!



By the way, don't see Funny Games unless you're a sadist. I mean it.