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Letter Read

{ February 8, 2007 @ 6:12 pm } · { Life, Music, Random }
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Before I even begin, I’m going to go ahead and ask forgiveness for whatever nonsense comes pouring from my brain, slightly filtered by my heart, straight through to my fingers, and unabashedly out onto this page.

Forgive me? “Sure, okay.” Good. Now that that is out of the way, let’s begin.

I’m currently listening to Rachael Yamagata again, and the song I am stuck on is Letter Read. I’ve had it on repeat for about an hour, and it’s just killing me … not softly. It’s got so much gumption, my eyes are burning. I don’t know, still love that girl.

It’s funny how I get stuck on songs for no particular reason. Right now, for example, I am feeling not one emotion similar to the words pouring out the speakers of this computer, but I am feeling something because of them. This is why I love music so, damn much. It may not mean the same thing to each of us, and probably not anywhere near what the artist intended when it was being written, but it certainly evokes something within each of us … and something is … well, not nothing, that’s for sure. That is, unless you are one of those crazy, soul-less people. If that is the case, I want nothing to do with you, anyway.

I mean, who doesn’t feel this?!

And I’m afraid, and I can’t breathe,
And I’m in love with you
But you are not with me
And I have put so much into a life
I made too much about you now to lie

Then again, maybe it’s just me. Who knows? Wouldn’t be the first time, surely won’t be the last.

I, myself, haven’t been in love in quite some time, or ever. No, no, no. That’s not true. I just have this on-going battle within myself debating whether or not it was actually love if it ended, and then amounted to nothing in the end. Maybe it’s the music, or the new-ish prospect, or the cheese-infested holiday that is lurking around the corner, but some thoughts on this matter have entered my mind lately. (Honestly, I think maybe it’s really to do with the possibility of falling all over again.) I’m sort of flying, not blind, but perhaps with some slightly foggy goggles on here. What I do know is limited, and what I have come up with is very simple at its core.

First of all, partnership. I can’t stress it enough. I’m no expert, but I do know that is what it’s about. 50/50, you know? It’s also about playing no games, and being present. What I mean by no games is no mind games, heart games, harm games. The bad stuff. Scrabble, Monopoly, Scattergories, Twister, Spades, Catch Phrase, Balderdash, and Trivial Pursuit are actually encouraged. And by being present, I mean not stuck in the past, and not too far ahead in the future. That one is tough. We are all a product of our past, and all zooming full speed ahead into the future with every second that ticks down on the clock.  But, you know, just be present.  Find a way, make it happen.

Communicate … that’s all I know to say. Communicate as much as flipping possible.

Ms. Yamagata will have a new CD coming out sometime this year. Not sure when, but I just cannot wait.

I wrote down some CD’s that I desperately need to get my hands on. I’ve either had these and “lost” them, or I have had certain songs downloaded from iTunes, but never got around to purchasing the entire album, or I am just flat-out behind the times with my CD-purchasing. If my Post-it were to be misplaced, discovered by someone else, and published in Found today, it would include:

‘Til The Sun Turns Black- Ray LaMontagne
Nightcrawler – Pete Yorn
Son of Evil Reindeer – Reindeer Section
If Songs Could Be Held – Rosie Thomas
When It’s Over We Still Have To Clear Up – Snow Patrol
With Teeth – Nine Inch Nails
Blinking Lights and Other Revelations – Eels

Those can also be considered my suggestions to you for the day, by the way. I know I’ve mentioned this before, but Rosie Thomas will just, absolutely break your heart. Her voice is so smooth, and her lyrics are incredibly poignant.

It’s worth a shot, anyway.

I’ve had some emails requesting more of my poetry on here … from people I don’t know, and have never, ever met … which is surreal … but nice. (Quick! Name that movie!)

My favorite emails are the ones asking where my book can be purchased. Well, I don’t have a book that has been published, but if one were to be requested enough, I would certainly consider (once again) publishing some of the poetry stuff. I’ll keep it in mind, one way or another. In the meantime, I’ll just keep posting some of my dabbles on here from time to time. So, to answer all of those emails collectively … soon, I’ll post another one soon.

I write and I write and I write and I write. It’s the only way I know. Pen to paper. Inside to outside. It’s who I am, all I know to do.

My new book, which does not have a “deal” (as I have not even ever tried to find one), and I have just started working on recently, will also include some of my poetry. The style in which I am writing it allows for this sort of thing, which is why I prefer it to any other way I have ever written. It’s coming along well so far. To answer yet another round of questions I have been asked recently … yes, I will maybe, actually try (like send it out to agents and publishing houses, try like never before, try) to get this one published. Who knows? Stranger things have happened.

Speaking of, Anna Nicole Smith died today, which I guess isn’t really all that strange when you think about it. My guess is drugs in general, and cocaine to be more specific. Either way, I always think it’s sad when people die, just like that, unnecessarily. I guess it’s the way of the world, but it still makes me sad.

Really … wow. What a sad, crazy world we live in today! Do you not agree? We’ve got Britney flashing her stuff, Lindsay in and out of rehab, Paris being … Paris, and Nicole getting arrested for drugs … and this is what we call “News”. I mean, this is quite literally what we have our younger generation of girls witnessing, and even trying to emulate. It scares the stuffin’ out of me, to be honest. Raising kids in the world today … scary, scary stuff. I don’t know. I wish it were different. I wish people had more values. I wish everything wasn’t so f*cked up. But it is. Plain and simple. It is. I guess the only way to balance that insanity somehow is to keep your feet on the ground, your head level, your values in check, your mind a little sane, and your heart in a good place.

Which, in a very roundabout way, brings me back to the music that I love. The music I listen to is what gives me hope, and allows me to believe in what I really want to believe. It sounds so corny, but it’s all about the human spirit to me. Not the people who try to ruin it, but the people who try to cultivate it, help it flourish, actually make a difference, be respectable.

I’m going off into a whole other realm of random with that kind of talk. Slow down now!

This is what happens when my head and heart go in about a thousand different directions all at one time. It’s okay. I kind of like it, even. I advocate so much for people who think, people who feel … might as well embrace being one of them, right?

In truth, I have thought a lot about starting a new blog and pouring all of my rumblings onto there, anonymously. I haven’t done it, and decided that I won’t. I resolved that I can just use this one, for whatever, and not be ashamed or embarrassed, or feel too exposed.

I’m a writer.

I write and I write and I write and I write. It’s the only way I know. Pen to paper. Inside to outside. It’s who I am, all I know to do.

Nonsense & 2006

{ December 18, 2006 @ 6:51 pm } · { Life, Random }
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I’m so happy that it is FINALLY feeling a little like wintery goodness outside!  It’s December, and it’s been in the 70’s for who knows how long.  I enjoy cold weather, so the warm in the winter was starting to wear on me.  (There’s a little alliteration for you, kids.)  Either way, that Global Warming stuff is a bugger, and I’m happy that I finally have cause to start a fire in the fireplace, eat a grilled cheese with tomato soup, and read a book.  Heck yes!

So … 2006 is rapidly approaching its end.  I haven’t ranted any of my nonsense in a while, and I figure there is no better time than now.  A slightly bum-fuddled recap of 2006, this shall certainly be!

Where to begin?  Oh!  Okay …

Well, it started out … uh … crud … how did it start out?  If there was anything wrong with this year in general, maybe that’s it … I can’t even remember how I welcomed it.  It appears I will be needing to go a different route.  I’ll just run down a list of my choosing, how about?  Sound good?  Yeah, sounds grand to me, too!  (What do they say about talking to yourself?  It’s okay, as long as you don’t answer?  Well, I answer all the time.  I don’t even want to know what that says about me!)  Yowza!

Life — In general, it’s been pretty good to me this year.  I’ve been healthy, I’ve had my great friends and family by my side, I’ve done really well in school … I can’t complain too much about life in an all-encompassing sense.  I am alive, after all!  That’s all we really need to know about that.

Projects — I started two large ones, and am currently considering taking on another.  The first?  My novel.  I’m still working on it, but I feel I’ve hit somewhat of a wall.  I can’t decide which direction I want it to take.  There are so many avenues I could puruse.  Which road to take, where to go?  I’m not sure just yet.  I’m thinking about it, but not rushing anything … just letting it work itself out in my head.  (Good plan, good plan.)  So, in the midst of taking a step back from the novel (while not completely stopping!), my friend, Mel, approached me about another idea.  We haven’t done much with it yet, but we intend to.  Busy times right now … busy, busy times.  But … it’s in the works, that’s for sure.  The project I’m thinking of beginning soon?  Selling some of my artwork.  I’ve been working on these ideas … that I can’t talk about just yet because some of my friends are getting them for Christmas.  They are simple, but I really like them.  As soon as the gifts have been given, and I actually decide to start selling more, I will put some pictures up and add them to my website.  Oh yeah!  Make that four projects!  The fourth?  My website.  It’s half-way done.  I had to stop it entirely to attend to the 18 hours of Senior classes I took this past semester.  Yikes!  You can’t do everything all at once.  I get it, I get it!  So, while none of the projects are finished, or anywhere near actual completion, really … I am working on them.  I guess what really matters are the ideas, and having persistence enough to hammer away at them.  Ideas … check!  Persistence … check, check!

Love Life — What?!  “Love life …”  Huh?  “You heard me!”  Oh yeah … that … got it.  Truth?  I don’t give a damn about time and when and where and how and why anymore.  I don’t even think about “It” too much these days.  It’s amounted to a grand amount of phooey.  Any hint of romance, or a love life this year (for the most part) has been overshadowed by a blinding/cripling fear of being vulnerable … mixed with the apprehension that love, real love, is a sham created by television, music, and the movies to make us all miserable in our pursuits … something known about, but never actually witnessed.  Ha!  No, no, I really don’t think that way.  I know love exists.  Hell, I’ve been in love before.  It seems like eons ago, but I have been.  I’m sure I will be again.  2006 has been an exploration in myself more than anything … learning to love myself before I love someone else, and buillding a solid, stable relationship with myself before I even attempt another with someone new.  It’s beyond important, I know this now.  “We must be our own before we can be another’s.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson.  Dude knows what he’s talking about!  And, you know, I could wax all-knowing and wise until I turn purple and pass out, but the truth is that I’m just as clueless as the next person on this stuff.  I don’t know what it all means, and I don’t know if I ever even want to know.  Because, really, I have no, freaking clue most of the time what I want, much less how it should be.  So, there’s that. 

Theme Song — I finally found mine!  What’s yours?!  Mine is I Can’t Help Myself (Sugar Pie Honey Bunch) by The Four Tops, baby!  I think you can instantly know a lot about a person by asking what their theme song in life is … also by the music they listen to regularly … but, you know, that’s a little off-topic.  There’s a lot to be discovered about me in my selection.  Uh-lot!  Not just in the words, either … in the music.  Lovin’ it!

New Things — I’ve become interested in things like knitting and sewing.  I realized that it doesn’t matter if it makes me sound old and boring, it makes me feel even more creative than before, and it’s actually fun!  In fact, the new artwork I’m working on in a mesh of these new skills I’m picking up … in a strange way. 

Music — I have officially fallen back in love with music this year.  Seeing who was actually behind the songs soured me for a while, but I have put that away and re-opened that door.  In short, the affair is back on and more intimate than ever!  With music, that is.  There’s this cheesy avatar that says something like “Music is my boyfriend!”  That’s a little like how I feel.  I can’t play an instrument, save a little dabbling in piano these days, but I sure do love me some music!  It’s almost transcendent for me … spiritual.  I’ve discovered a lot of great, great music this year, but I have to say that my favorites of the year are still Speak For Yourself by Imogen Heap, We Were Here by Joshua Radin, and 9 by Damien Rice.  Those are just the new CD’s, mind you.  Don’t even get me started on everything that didn’t come out this year!  I’d be here all week, and then I’d miss my family coming into town for Christmas … which would be sad.  But, yeah, I’ve been all about the music this year … again! 

Random:

– I started eating meat again, after being a vegetarian for 3 years.  It was a personal decision, just as stopping in the first place was a personal decision. 

– Uh … oh, I stopped wearing panties, then started wearing them again.  It’s true; hence, the line that almost made Melissa fall out of the car one night while driving … “He fell in love with someone else, so I stopped wearing panties.”  It was my headline on MySpace for a long time … and it will probably be again someday.   It’s just so … telling … so … me.  Besides, it makes me chuckle every time I say it/think of it/read it.  Classic!

– I started watching Scrubs re-runs and am hooked … likewise, I have a total schoolgirl crush on Zach Braff and have no shame whatsoever in admitting it. 

– Hmmm … OH! … I’m more blunt than ever.  I stopped caring about what other people want me to be and have genuinely embraced who I am.  No bullshit, you know?  If I exercise, it’s for me … just like if I shove my face into a pint of Homemade Vanilla With Strawberries, it’s for me.  I mean, that is, if I ate ice cream … I’m off it for now.  You get the idea, though.

– I’m inching ever-so-closely to graduation (Lord and everyone else knows it’s far past time).  In some unexpectedly weird twist of fate, I have started to truly enjoy my classes.  Strange how that works.  Nice, huh? 

– Oh, oh, oh!  I’ve decided to adopt a few British words and use them in my own, everyday speech.  Words like “wanker,” “bugger,” “shag,” “fancy,” “bits,” ”bollocks,” and “knickers” are used more often than ever.  I do believe “knickers” is my favorite, though.  As in, “No you may not take a peek at my knickers!”  It’s just great! 

– I also have a new catch phrase that I have mentioned once already … “Such-and-such is the junk!”  It suppose the best way to explain it is to say that it replaces “the shit” in sentences.  Like … “Happenstance by Rachael Yamagata is the junk!” 

– What else, what else?  Oh!  I started cooking more often, and I’m not too bad.  Viva La Chicken! was my most recent exploration.  A little bit spicy, but so yum-my!  I plan on getting superly-rockin’-uber-good at cooking within the next year.  In fact, I’m going to make it a New Year’s Resolution.  (More on those later, much later.) 

With that, I’m done with my nostalgic/narcissitic rant for the day.  If you are still awake/breathing/alive, you deserve some sort of medal!  I’ll conclude with a suggestion, or two …

Song – I Don’t Care What You Call Me by David Ford (Lyrics) (MySpace/Listen)
An old friend turned me onto it a while back, but I forgot about it after a while.  I heard it randomly yesterday and can’t stop listening to it (again).  It’s sad, yes … but it’s sad in that good way. 

“Rain it on down
What else can you throw at me?
I haven’t heard before

And tear me on down
I am unforgivable
So why don’t you just tell me what you really think again

Scream me on down
I am so forgettable
Yes, I know …”

Poem — The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot (Read it!)
It is one of my favorites.  I don’t know why, but it always makes more sense at this time of year.  Maybe it’s because of the air, or the weather … but it just does. 

“And indeed there will be time 
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street, 
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;         
There will be time, there will be time 
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; 
There will be time to murder and create, 
And time for all the works and days of hands 
That lift and drop a question on your plate;        
Time for you and time for me, 
And time yet for a hundred indecisions, 
And for a hundred visions and revisions, 
Before the taking of a toast and tea. 
 
In the room the women come and go        
Talking of Michelangelo. 
 
And indeed there will be time 
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?” 
Time to turn back and descend the stair, 
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair—        
[They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”] 
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin, 
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin— 
[They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”] 
Do I dare         
Disturb the universe? 
In a minute there is time 
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse. 
 
For I have known them all already, known them all:— 
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,         
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons …”

Oh, yeah … one more thing … Little Miss Sunshine comes out on DVD tomorrow.  Rent it, buy it, watch it! 

That’s all for now.  Good evening, friends!  Hope all is well, wherever you are.  :)

Your Story … DTRJH?!

{ November 22, 2006 @ 2:23 pm } · { About Me, Books, Life, Random, Relationships, Dating, Love, & Such, Writing/Poetry }
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My friend, Mel, and I have recently begun working on a project together.  We’re both really, REALLY excited about it.  I have a lot more to say, but think I’ll wait and explain in greater detail on here later (after the site has been frequented first). 

For now, go to http://www.myspace.com/129937616 (Your Story … Did That Really Just Happen?!) for more information.  We have yet to get down and dirty with the sending out of Friend Requests, so feel free to F.R. (like how I abbreviated it?  yeah …) us.  Also, we haven’t yet decided on a definite URL for our MySpace, so the one above to click on is obviously a work in progress. 

Okay … I think the MySpace site should be pretty self-explanatory.  If you have any questions, there is contact information on that site … and, as always, you can send me an email or message on my MySpace page as well. 

Thanksgiving ‘06

{ November 22, 2006 @ 2:10 pm } · { Life, Random }
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I know… it’s been forever since I have put anything up on here.  I’m sorry.  I’ve been crazy, crazy, insane-o busy with school and other projects that I am working on.  (More on that in the post right above this one.  Look UP!)

It is Thanksgiving Week!  Yay!  Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday for a number of reasons.  The most important is that it gives all of us the opportunity to gather with friends and family, hang out, eat, enjoy each other’s company, and try to remember all the wonderful things we do have to be thankful for in our lives … without feeling the pressure of *having* to buy anything for anybody (unless it’s a small hostess gift, or food, or you simply want to be nice and do something unexpected) … and without the expectations that holidays like Christmas (sadly) seem to carry around with them.  Don’t get me wrong … I tend to LOVE all holidays … Thanksgiving is just my favorite.  Love the Fall, love to eat, love the sounds of family and friends laughing and talking, and simply love, love, love … Thanksgiving.  My family has a tradition of getting up early to all help with the cooking and arranging in our pajamas, getting dressed and ready while everything is finishing up in the oven, eating around 1 or 2, taking random power naps/watching the football game on TV/putting up leftovers/having silly conversations for a while, then gathering in the “Rec Room” to play some cards (or random other games), eat some more, and drink until late in the evening.  It’s so wonderful … makes me feel all goofy with happiness. 

No matter what each and every one of you have planned for this Thanksgiving, I hope you have a great one!  … And, really, please do try to remember everything you have to be thankful for.  It’s sometimes easy to forget in the hustle and bustle of life, but it is all certainly worth a thought on days like tomorrow.

Now, go eat until you dang-near pop …

7 Things …

{ October 20, 2006 @ 2:09 pm } · { Random }
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1. Marie Antoinette comes out today.  I’m going to see it tonight.  I’ve heard mixed reviews on this movie,  but personally tend to enjoy Sophia Copolla’s work.   Besides, I am very much the kind of person who has to develop my own opinion on things, not simply accept what others tell me.  Anyway, I’ll let everyone know what I think of it after tonight.

2. The Break-Up is out on DVD.  Again, it is one that got mixed reviews from the critics, but I absolutely adored.  Well, I say that I adored it, but I’m not sure that is the correct term.  I related to it quite a bit, I’ll just put it that way.  It’s another one of those, much like The Last Kiss, that I loved, hated, wanted to hug it like an addiction, and felt like throwing into the street and doing a slam dance on top of with my pointy-pointy shoes.  Bittersweet goodness, I say!

3. I did finish Running With Scissors (the book) a while back, and loved it from start to finish.  There were definitely some “uncomfortable” parts, but they were absolutely necessary for the telling of the story.  If you think you can handle a wild and crazy, completely entertaining and wickedly funny book, read it.  If not, read something else … like Tuesdays With Morrie (also an incredibly fantastic book, by the way).  

4. Go buy Ganging Up On The Sun by Guster and Begin To Hope by Regina Spektor!  Both albums are so good, my words can’t even do them justice.  Song I can’t stop listening to by Guster … “Satellite”.   (Click HERE to listen for yourself.)  Song I can’t stop listening to by Regina Spektor … “Fidelity”.  (Click HERE to listen for yourself.) 

5. My book (fiction, not poetry), which doesn’t yet have a title, is coming along smashingly well.  I haven’t written as much this week as I would have liked (it’s been crazy!), but I am still making a ton of progress weekly.  I’ve had a lot of people ask to read a snippet, and am considering it.  I might even post a small, tiny part on here.  Don’t hold me to that, but I might.  It is more likely that I will email those who have asked; we shall wait and see.

6. In the meantime, thank you to everyone who has been requesting more and more of my poetry.  It’s really awesome to get those emails, so don’t stop!  I’m truly overwhelmed and so excited about the amount of feedback (emails) and number of hits I am getting here daily.  So, for those asking, just keep checking back.  I imagine I’ll have another “something new” up by Sunday. 

7. Fall weather is finally creeping in.  Everyone has their “All-Time Favorite Weather Getting Colder Song”.  There is a mood that this time of year carries in with it; for me, anyway.  With that, my favorite song for this time of year has consistently been “Anna Begins” by Counting Crows.  “Every time she sneezes, I believe it’s love.”  Are you kidding me?!  Wow.  So … the next time it is overcast/drizzly/cold/moody outside, check this live version out: 

A Little Bit O’ Fun

{ October 6, 2006 @ 3:13 pm } · { Random }
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Because it’s Friday …

Top 10 Things (Right Now) That Make Me Laugh So Hard I Nearly Split A Lung:

1. Arrested Development on DVD. It’s a shame I didn’t watch this show when it was actually on TV. The humor is pure genius!

2. Little Miss Sunshine! It’s one of those movies that I could literally watch again and again and again. I love it, find it hysterical, and can’t wait for it to come out on DVD.

3. The Evolution of Dance. This guy is awesome, he positively makes me cry.

4. Dane Cook’s new stand-up. Need I say more?

5. John Stewart. I find him to be incredibly brilliant.

6. Scrubs on syndication. I, again, had never watched this show until about 3 weeks ago. I’m hooked. By way of goofy-funny, it just doesn’t get much better than this.

7. Best In Show. Parker Posey, the Busy Bee … that says it all.


8. ALLY MCBEAL!!! I miss this show sooooooo much. I bought the entire series on DVD from eBay, by way of Japan. Still, I ask, why in the world can we not buy it here in the States?!


9. Napoleon Dynamite’s dance scene. I have caught it a few times this week while “channel surfing” late at night. I roll every, single time.


10. Simply the Best! Where the hell do they find these people? That’s what I want to know. So tragic, so horrible, so … laughable.


* All videos above found on YouTube.

MySpace – Like Crack, Only Cool

{ September 22, 2006 @ 4:50 pm } · { Random }
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It’s crazy, isn’t it?  This little thing we call MySpace.  In reality, it’s just a whole lot of people who have created their own pages and linked them together, but what it has turned into for most of us is an addiction worse than crack.  Yes, crack.  I don’t smoke crack, nor have I ever, or will I ever, but … crack, MySpace certainly is. 

There are so many people MySpace, it is absolutely insane.  I find (or am found by) people on there that I haven’t seen, or heard from in years and years and years.  It’s nice to “catch up” and “keep track” of old friends.  Of course, there is the occasional person you don’t want to ever find you, but, for the most part, the whole finding old/current/new friends thing is pretty neat.  I light up like the 4th of July when I see a new Friend Request from someone I know.  The unexpected ones are always the best.  You’re going about your day, things are a little drab, you sign onto MySpace, and BAM!, Susie from kindergarten has sent you a friend request.  I’m telling you … 4th of July.  Beautiful.

So, there are the fun friend requests, then there are the “opposite of fun” friend requests.  These would include requests from those scuzzy people who send you messages along with it in an attempt to somehow, as if by miracle, actually hook up with you.  You know the ones, the girls and guys who are half-dressed, sending you things like, “Your eyes are beautiful, add me, I’m packing 10 full inches, we’ll chat.”  I’m sorry … what?!  (And,yes, I have gotten that very message … a few times.)  All of my girlfriends have gotten propositions on there as well, and I’m sure all of you guys, too.  It’s in poor taste, but, you know, to each his own, right?  Whatever blows your skirt up, I say!  Mine, not so blown up by messages like that.   Deny!

Aside from the messages that lack anything even remotely resembling class, there are some people who do meet on MySpace and start dating in the real world.  (No, not the TV show.)  I’ve actually known a couple of couples (ha!) who now have extremely successful relationships based on this kind of meeting.  I think it’s great.  Just to clarify, as long as it is tasteful, I don’t begrudge anybody who uses the Internet (including MySpace) for whatever means they see fit.  I know some people who find it downright weird.  I’m not one of those people.  While I’ve never met anyone via the Internet and come anywhere near close to dating them, I’m definitely of the opinion that whatever works for you is just fine by me.  Let’s face it, we are living in The Time of the Computer Screen.  Embrace the greatness that is the Internet!

Back to MySpace (specifically), I think one of the most amusing features on there is that you actually have to rank your friends.  But how do you rank them?  By length of time you’ve known them, if they live where you live, who you know best, if you’ve slept with them?  And then there comes the issue of family being on there.  It becomes difficult to decide what to do by way of rank.  What I have discovered because of MySpace (gee, thanks, Tom!) is that my Top Friends tend to change.  There are spots that are soundly secured, of course, but I will admit that I do feel closer to certain friends at certain times than I do to others.  When that happens, I do like to pull a little switcharoo.  Trust me when I say, though, that rotating definitely has the potential to cause some serious strife.  Moving someone from the 7th to 8th spot can turn into what seems like the second coming of “You Need To Calm The Heck Down.”  And then there is the issue of having a boyfriend/girlfriend who is also on MySpace?  What do you do then?  Move that person to my #1 spot?  Because that is what everyone does.  It’s the declaration of, “This person is my #1, NOT yours!  Back the eff off!”  As fate would have it, I have never had a boyfriend who is on MySpace at the time when we were dating.  I can assure you that if I did, he would certainly be my #1.  If I like him enough to actually call him my boyfriend, heck yes he would be moved to the magical spot.  Why?  Because it’s just what you do, because there is an unwritten MySpace Code of Conduct, and we all must abide.  Otherwise … anarchy.

Okay, now I’ve come to my favorite feature on MySpace … the music!  I just love it.  Not only can you create your own page, design it to fit your personality, talk about whatever the heck you want to talk about, find old friends, meet new friends, rank these friends, post bulletins, and keep a blog  … but you can also add a song to your page.  I am one of the biggest music lovers/nerds you will ever in your life meet, and it just tickles me pea green that I can choose my own song to fit what I am feeling/thinking/listening to/loving at any given time.  Sometimes the message is clear to others who check your page, sometimes it is not.  Most of the time, I, personally, put up songs that have some deeper meaning in my life than simply, “Oh, I just thought this song sounded neat.”  There have been times, however, that I have put up a song just for “shits and giggles” (as my mom’s boyfriend often says), and have been bombarded with messages about what the song means.  Most of the messages have to do with my romantic status.  While I’m currently single, I will still put up a more lovey-dovey song from time to time, just to mix things up a little.  When I do this, the inevitable messages ensue of, ”Please tell me this doesn’t mean you are getting back together with *him*!”, or, ”Oh my gosh, who’s making you so happy?!”  (Uh … me?!)  It’s okay, if you do this, please continue.  It shows an active interest in what is going on, and I enjoy it.  I do think it is funny, though.  Funny, interesting; not funny, ha ha.  Because, really, you can tell an incredible amount about a person by the song they have chosen to put up on their page; hence, the reason I adore it so.

Actors, musicians, authors, and such are on there as well, making themselves more accessible to their fans than ever before.  I think this is great.  It not only allows them to promote their current projects, but it also let’s their fans see first-hand that, wait, they actually are real people.  Holy shit, that’s weird!  Yes, I know it’s shocking, but people are people, famous or not.  For this, I must admit that I admire those who create their own pages, and stay humble amongst the silliness that is screaming celebrity wonderlust.  (I’ll save that for another rant.)  I admire those who actually maintain their own pages even more.  Kudos to them!  It’s awesome.   

Oh, and I also think it’s funny how everyone likes to “pimp” their MySpace.  I’ll admit, I like to “pimp” mine from time to time as well.  The only problem with me “pimping” my MySpace is that I’m not a guy.  Can a girl actually “pimp” anything?  I don’t think so.  Maybe I could “whore” my MySpace.  It sounds a little disgusting, but who knows?  Maybe it’ll catch on, much like the aforementioned “pimp”, and we could then collectively attempt to change the derogatory meaning of the word to hold a more positive connotation.  Instead of meaning, “I sell my shit on a corner”, it could then mean, “I’m a rockin’, cooler than cool, badass babe.”  Hmmmm … I’ll have to ponder it a little more, but I think I just might like that.  From now on, we ladies are “whoring” our repsective MySpace pages.  Sounds a little lofty, but it just might turn out to be something of a thing.

So yeah, this is my Ode to MySpace, if you will.  “Hi, my name is Sarah, and I’m a MySpaceaholic.”  *”Hi, Sarah.”*  “Hi.”  Seriously, though, it rules, Tom has done a dandy job, and I admittedly check my page far too often.  I know a lot of you are with me on this one.  It’s so seriously like crack, only way, way cooler.  Either way, you know what they say … you’re nobody until somebody MySpace Friend Requests you.  ;)

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Some Things I Am Loving Right Now:

Discovering the empowerment of dreams that can be made into reality.

The dream of “both feet in”, and not knowing exactly what it means … but dreaming nonetheless.

Winnie the Pooh quotes. (Seriously.)

iTunes.

“The Last Kiss” soundtrack.

Painting.

Being alone while allowing for opportunity, opening up, all the while being happy with just me.

Learning how to build my own website.

Honey Nut Cheerios.

Finally having enough “balls” to sit down and start writing a book. Yes, a novel.

Prospects … mystery … the unknown … and the intriguing …

LA!!!!!! (In November.)

Acknowledging my addiction to MySpace.

Long, cute shirts over jeans.

Pro/Con lists. (In excess …)

Little Miss Sunshine. Go see it. Now!!

The shops on South Congress in Austin, Texas.

Sheets with that wonderful “clean laundry” smell.

Cotton sleep shirts.

Re-bonding, if you will, with a friend who I have missed greatly.

Seeing “Catapult” performed so perfectly live that it literally made my mouth hang open.

Booming thunder, followed by the smell of rain waking me up at 7am on a Monday.

Playing cards with my family.

Letting my mom teach me how to knit.

New glasses frames, and hearing the term “Hot Teacher” in association.

This line by Susie Suh … “Yeah, I may have suffered some burns, but I am living my dreams and am who I want to be.” (Again, dreams into reality … and soon.)

Singing out loud, horribly.

Mix CD’s.

Really believing “that one” fantasy just might find a way to come true …

Records. As in, vinyl.

Conversations about music … good music.

The recognition that I am about to be a quarter of a century old.

Scrapbooking.

New people, new experiences, broadening horizons.

Friends who “get” me.

My magnet that says, “On with the dance! Let the joy be unconfined.” – Lord Byron.

Fun.

Silliness.

The word “giggle”.

This … right here, right now.