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Status: In a Relationship
Age: 25
Sign: Aries

City: St. Louis
State: Alabama
Country: US
Signup Date: 7/31/2004

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Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Chicago in two minutes or less
Current mood:

busy

Friday: Run some errands and pick up Megan around one. Pack up lots of goodies (pastries, spinach/feta croissants, cookies, hummus, etc.), stop across the river, and head to Springfield. See the new Lincoln museum. See holograms, creepy wax figures, and entertaining exhibits. Press pennies. Stop in disappointing record store/pawn shop. Arrive in Winfield around 8:30. Drop off bags and see Waitress. Dream about pie and Nathan Fillion.

Saturday: Take a 10:49 train into the city. Hop on a trolley to the Shedd Aquarium. Overhear hilarious conversation between little boys. ("I was at the glass, and the shark was RIGHT IN MY FACE. And then, there was an eel. It was RIGHT IN MY FACE.") See sharks, otters, octopus. Press pennies. See adorable baby beluga whale. Think of Raffi. Watch dolphins perform routine to Katrina and the Waves. Walk through Millenium park to Michigan Ave. Give in and take a cab a few blocks from Water Tower Place. Spend money at H&M, Nordstrom's. Meet Erin for drinks/dinner/dessert at Grand Lux. Take the train home with a bunch of hippie lettuce-loving Bluesfest attendees. Say "slore" a lot. Go home and crash.

Sunday: Indulge in the suburbs with a trip to Old Navy and TJ Maxx. Meet Mike for lunch at Stir Crazy. Discuss his girlfriend, their dog, and his secret friendship with Megan. Make fun of his tattoo that looks like Disco Stu. Drive Megan to her hotel. Spend an hour on the Dan Ryan on the way to my grandma's house. Go to Baker's Square. Have Girl Talk with my grandma over tea. Listen to my dad yell about the Sox. Go home and crash.

Monday: Sleep in. Go to new outdoor mall with the other Meghan. Eat delicious chopped salad, have Girl Talk. Find the perfect pair of denim shorts. Neglect to hit up Ikea and roll out of town around 4. Become excited when bad classic rock radio sets in. Get pulled over during Thin Lizzy's "Jailbreak". Resist the urge to point out the irony to The Fuzz. Arrive home to warm, smelly apartment. See Andy. Smile a lot.

6:18 PM

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Friday, May 18, 2007

Two reasons why I spent last night in front of the television.

1) The season finale of The Office: My emotional investment in this show was made painfully clear when I cried like a baby at the end of the episode. Also, Jim really cleans up well. (Tell me something I don't know!)

2) Little Children: After American Beauty was released, it seemed like a lot of people were jumping on the whole "suburban ennui" theme in films. Every decent indie flick was about a seemingly functional family that was--surprise!--totally dysfunctional, in a disturbing, yet poignant, John Cheever kind of way. Anyway, expecting Little Children to be cut from this same cloth, I went into it with moderate expectations, but it was a great movie. First off, it had third person omniscient narration. The screenplay did a beautiful job of selecting what to tell the audience, and I can always appreciate when a movie pulls this off without it sounding like a hokey, grandpa-is-telling-a-story voiceover. Second, the character development was incredible. There wasn't a single character you didn't feel for, and although some storylines were highlighted more than others, even seemingly minor personalities received your sympathy in the end. Lastly, in an effort to stray away from more boring musings on plot, symbolism, and everything else that I would outline in a Lit Crit paper, Patrick Wilson is criminally easy on the eyes. Criminally.

1:34 PM

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Thursday, April 26, 2007

I might even play it twice.
Current mood:

cheerful

Sunday: Saw Andrew Bird in Columbia. Despite the teenagers around us (all sporting band t-shirts and talking too loud), the show was wonderful. Mr. Bird is not only a gifted musician, but has an adorably clumsy way about him, which makes it easy to forgive and forget when he can't remember the lyrics to a song. Also, he told funny anecdotes between tunes, including one specifically tailored for Columbia, the tornado-like weather, and patrons of JC Penneys. Unfortunately, the opening band was awful. They were all gifted musicians (specifically the percussionists), but the frontman was all about explaining the songs in an obnoxious lounge singer fashion. ("This song is about watching pornography alone in a hotel room." or "This song is about a pony express rider carrying the severed heads of George Bush and Stephen Harper.")

Monday: 52nd City is a small, quirky St. Louis literary magazine. They accept fiction, but most of what they publish is creative non-fiction, so I was working on a essay to submit when it hit me that I need to get my shit together. By "shit" I mean samples of my writing. When I graduated, I was so consumed with looking for a job, that I didn't think to collect and edit all of the stuff that doesn't suck. Most everything needs some re-working, but I found my favorite Maneater clips, the story that ran in Epic, and a few fiction pieces that I really like. My goal for next month is to have a definite submission system, where I pick a piece and send it out to X amount of publications. If they think it sucks, it sucks, but at least I'm writing again.

Tuesday: Monday's revelation was put to good use when I saw an ad (on craigslist, of course) for a new staff writer at The Riverfront Times. I know that I won't get the job, and I'm not really looking for something else, but I thought it would be a good excuse to get a clipbook together. After an afternoon of searching my computer and random floppy discs (yes, I still use floppy discs) for material, I saw Hot Fuzz with the Pizza/Movie crowd, and it was incredible. Not only did I laugh until I cried, but I was really impressed with how smart the film is. Even the smallest jokes (okay, maybe not the farting noises) were clever, and those boys are huge on puns, which I find irresistible, regardless of how generally cheesy everyone else thinks they are.

Wednesday: Saw Billy Joel at the Scottrade Center with Megan. Although most people might assume that Billy is beyond his prime, the man can still churn out the hits. His voice was great, and, much to the delight of the fortysomething groupies in the front row, he can still work a microphone. He opened with a lot of cuts from the 70's, but ended with hits like "We Didn't Start the Fire" and (duh) "Piano Man." Also, I totally called one of the encore tunes, and he played "Only the Good Die Young"-- a song that I have always appreciated as a Catholic girl who started much too late. He also played "River of Dreams", which, although reminiscent of Disney's Lion King, made me feel old for the first time last night. My dad bought me that cassette for Christmas when I was in 4th grade--a move which directly contributed to me swiping his copy of Stormfront that same year. In short, Billy did not disappoint. Also, I can't mention him without sending everyone here:

http://mcsweeneys.net/2005/4/27black.html

2:06 PM

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Wednesday, February 28, 2007

The Kelly Test

http://www.testriffic.com/friendtest/2483062

P.S. I think it cut off the last question, but if you really know me, you can guess the options anyway, right?

3:37 PM

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Monday, October 09, 2006

Events Calendar

Monday: Recover from busy weekend of wedding-related fun. Reflect on the quality of the cake (excellent), why I wanted to cry (not sure), and the abundance of bad scene haircuts in Columbia. Call my dad during lunch. Make the slow transition into healthy eating by ordering a salad. Work out.

Tuesday: Head to the lake after work to let in "the appraisal guy." Plan to rent a movie (or watch more Carnivale) and get eight hours of undisturbed sleep.

Wednesday: Get up at 6 and drive to work. Freak out about interview on Thursday. Work out.

Thursday: Wake up, get ready, and hit the road by 7. Interview at Andrews McMeel Publishing at 10. Charm them with my wit, intelligence, and qualifications. Have lunch on the Plaza, spend money, and meet Brandon for dinner. Drive back home in time to see the bf/get a drink at the usual watering hole.

Friday: Recover from a week of driving and stress. Work out. (Maybe.)

6:06 PM

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Monday, September 11, 2006

Book It
Current mood:

contemplative

In an attempt to make my days go by a little faster, I'm going to start writing a book column. I know that probably none of you will read it, but I need to start writing again. After the odd feeling of elation that followed upon composing a cover letter this morning, I realized that I miss writing, even if it's just a formal plea for work. Also, reviewing books is pretty much my dream job, so why not live out the fantasy while getting paid at a real job? (Genius, I know.)

Anyway, I don't know when I'll start (probably today because Mondays are slow) or if I'll post somewhere else, but it's a nice project to pass the time and take my mind off of spreadsheets.

P.S. Does anyone get the subject line? If that program was extended to adults, I'd be swimming in free pizza!

7:27 AM

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Saturday, July 08, 2006

P.S.
Current mood:

giggly

Did I mention Chicago has an Old 97's cover band in need of a drummer?

No?

Well it does.

And I am SO all over that shit.

2:27 AM

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Saturday, June 10, 2006

A curious case of boredom
Current mood:

blah

I hate that saving money and countering two drunken evenings with sobriety means staying at home and watching House of Wax in my underwear...

I'm eating pickles, watching people get decapitated, and wishing I had an excuse to go after someone with a baseball bat. (It just seems so satisfying in these movies!)

And yet, things could be worse. For example, someone could shove a pole through my head or something.

(Phineus Gage turned out okay, didn't he?)

Currently listening:
Layourbattleaxedown
By The Concretes
Release date: 26 July, 2005

4:42 AM

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Thursday, May 11, 2006

Will all the thrill be gone?
Current mood:'elated' isn't an option? fuck that!

I just finished the last final exam of my college career.

Granted, I didn't get to savor it while furiously scribbling in my blue book, but afterwards I had this silly urge to high-five my instructor and dance down the stairs, MGM musical style, until I was out of the soggy lobby of Laffere and twisting my umbrella in the pseudo rain....that didn't happen, but I did feel really good about the quality of my essay (I was unaware of my ability to tie together the words of David Byrne, the film Ferris Beuller's Day Off, and the characteristics of Romanticism), and I'm excited to take a shower and enjoy a nap before work.

Also, if loving traditional folk songs is wrong, I don't wanna be right.