Guilty - "Let's just be friends" article

I've been on both sides of this multiple times, so it's totally whatever. Thinking about when a specifically large amount of my guy friends will particularly call when they're girlfriend is no longer their girlfriend. Yeah yeah, we're always friends, but I won't hear from you for months if you find female attention to routinely occupy  your time.

But fa real, i'm your friend, and always will be. nothing more, hopefully nothing less.

Sorry if i'm being a flirty bitch, sorry if i'm being subconsciously manipulative. (The only difference from this link is that i genuinely would do the same for most people)

This is an apology to all ever involved in either side of the argument. It blows no matter what.

http://www.theonion.com/content/opinion/but_if_we_started_dating_it

He Fought the Law, and the Law Lost

Hahah, ho-lee shit. At first I was hyped that he was fighting the law verbally, cuz that's tight. And then he just keeps ranting, and he's obviously fuckin' nuts. Aaaannddd, then he escapes, after being tased.

Way to go, bud. 

http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=442_1243907824

Hahahaha, "One Beer" Banned Cartoon

Ohhhh maaaaan. If this won't keep kids from drinking, I don't know what would. HA. Just after one beer. That happens to last all day....

Halle Berry dances to Halle Berry

Sorry it's been almost a month. Wooops.

Regardless of how strangely hysterical I find Ellen on this, I've been lookin' for an interview with Halle Berry to get her take on that god damn Hurricane Chris song. Unfortunately, she wasn't half as hyped as I kinda hoped she'd be, and I feel like she only danced to humor the audience. Regardless, stillllll awesome. 

International Worker's Day

Ahh, as we sit back and recall our fight for the 8 hour work day, I think I'll do less activism and picketing, less leaflets and shouting "SCAB," and more beer drinking. 

Happy May Day.

Yea Big & Kid Static

Friends of mine, Alex and Jon are in this band called Monster Moaty Promoter. It's a hip-hop group. Alex recently told me that have played a few shows with these dudes, Yeah Big + Kid Static and linked me up. Now I can't get that shit outta my head. Sooo tight.

This is Embarrassing but

I'm willing to bet you remember the LFO song about girls that wear Abercrombie and Fitch. You know, "Summer Girls."

While reminiscing with a friend about shitty 90's boy bands, this song came up. We find the video on YouTube. And THEN we realized how much more there really is to this song. 

And by how much MORE, i mean, how completely insane it is that the song ever even made the radio. 

If you remember the A&F part of the song, you probably remember the line, "Chinese food makes me sick." Great, dude. Where the fuck does that fit in the song?

Secondly, this fine bro-ed group of guys decided decided that, oh yeah, LFO is in fact an acronym. In the process of sitting together at the work table and trying to come up with their band name, they got "Lyte Funky Ones" ......... It's not even like people KNEW that was their name. They skipped straight to the acronym so WHY spell it "lyte?"

The driving factor of this rant comes from the absolute nonsense lyrics that I don't remember anyone catching... Specifically, the shout outs to famous people....

"Billy Shakespeare wrote a whole bunch of sonnets" --- What????

"There was a good man named Paul Revere. I feel much better baby when you're near" - Where does Paul Revere fit?

"I'll steal your honey like I stole your bike." --- Why is this guy stealing my shit?
"Like the color purple, macaroni and cheese, Ruby red slippers and a bunch of trees" - what...

"I like Kevin Bacon, but I hate footloose." - I happen to like Footloose. But regardless, what does this have to do with Summer Girls??

What were you on, LFO???

And what's sad is when they get one-upped by O-Town singing "Liquid Dreams"

So bad.

4/20

Is a silly excuse to celebrate. 

I could recruit people to smoke tons of pot just about any day of the year. And even more so, if my schedule deemed it appropriate for me to spend lots of money on weed and smoke it all in one day, I would do it whenever I wanted. I feel similarly to spoiling a significant other, why the hell is Valentine's Day still a holiday? Or Sweetest Day? C'mon. Tradition is barely an acceptable answer. You'd be better off using John Stewart's idea of it boosting the economy (See: Emergency Christmas!).

Yuck.

New Ghostbusters?!?

Thanks to Alex, I got this article on the Ghostbusters REMAKE. Featuring new, young ghostbusters, but Bill and Dan are still in it, so don't fret. Definitely worth looking at.

http://www.filmgecko.com/original-ghostbusters-murray-aykroyd-on-board-for-remake-video/

Bill O'Reilly is still a piece of shit.

Note: Bill O'Reilly is a mediator. False. Bill O'Reilly listens to rap music. Probably False. Bill O'Reilly has a continuous problem with understanding the concept of "Freedom of Speech" True.

Cam'Ron, while he continuously interrupts and tends to treat the interview like a joke (because it's FUN to make people angry, as long as its not him), has his points. Particularly in regards to not parents or guardians taking a role in their children's lives. It's hard to admit to promoting materialism and wrapping your head around having a bigger affect on children than their parents do.

Damon Dash. He is that DUDE.

Reoccurring Conversations

For whatever reason, whether it's just the sparks of spring or the poor timing, I seem to be a refuge for the lonely, discontent, maladjusted, or rejected. And ya know, to an extent, that's totally okay with me. I don't mind listening. I don't mind lending any support I can give. I don't mind sharing feelings and stories. In fact, I often take pleasure in it.

But I keep hearing, in these discussions, "Gee, Katie, maybe you should just let love in." and "I'd like to handle things like you do, but I just can't." And i know why you can't, and I know why I can. Because I'm a stubborn piece of shit, and you, you are normal human beings to crave love, affection, and attention. I'm just scared shitless to either be rejected or to disappoint someone I feel for. 

I make it clear to everyone I know that I don't have much self control. But it's not really that. It's only in regards to certain people, certain subjects, categories, aspects of my life. In regards to the male sex, go fuck yourself because really, truly, I'm just trying to hang out. Please pump the brakes. I'm just a girl that happens to identify socially with men easier than with women.

When I feel like I'm in love, I'll probably repress my feelings, and then inch by inch let it happen. In the meantime, I love all my dudes dearly, I'm just not trying to date. For the record, I'm still sick of being publicly dismissed by half my guy friends, but go ahead, text me when you need me, because you know I'll still be here listening. Pieces of shit. ;)

That's enough of a rant, and enough beers for a Wednesday night in Cincinnati. I can see how progressively worse this rant got as I went on. Perhaps a second attempt tomorrow. For now, recognize the beauty in raw honesty. 

Animal Collective Remixes Zero

I can't tell if I'm all about it, or if it's Animal Collective taking it too far. I'm not sure yet.

Thanks, Bitch.

Courtesy of a blog off of Bitch Magazine's website. For whatever reason this made the corners of my mouth turn upward. Maybe cuz its too much of a reality. Maybe because I know girls that look like that. Maybe because I just love Bitch Magazine.

I started reading "Feminism and Pop Culture" today. Written by cofounder of Bitch, Andi Zeisler, I can't really keep my nose out of it. After my rant posted on my facebook, it's given me a new perspective. Perfect timing, too. It talks about embracing our pop culture as more than just sources of entertainment, but as works to be analyzed and to learn from. She, much more articulate than I, pulls feminist characters from music, TV, and movies all through the 70's, up until today. Copyright date 2008. 

Awesome. 

The Artist Formerly Known As

Prince, what the hell are you THINKING!? For an artist that doesn't want a name, and goes by a symbol, I wouldn't have expected this...

Just a few days ago, Prince released his three CD album. Exclusively through Target?!?!?!?

Even the album art screams, "Target Sale Item."

Really, Lakewood?

The concept of public parks having curfews is still something kind of new to me. I understand why they're put into place, for my personal safety and to keep people safe from crime among other things. 

The other night I was given a "warning" after just trying to casually hang out and lay around the grass of the Metro Parks in Cleveland. It's shocking to realize how people automatically think you're up to the worst. I had no paraphernalia on me, wasn't any kind of intoxicated, up to only the most innocent of activities (sad thing is, I'm being honest. I know it's unbelievable). 

Looking like a homeless person with the tons of blankets I was holding, the park rangers asked if I was homeless. I should add in here that I was with a friend of mine. It wasn't just me being some big lanky blonde chick roaming through the pitch black park at night. We were let off with a warning and presumed to lay around on my friend's roof in the cold, instead of where you can get a better view of the sky in the dark of the parks. 

During a second attempt to see the sky a little easier, the same friend and I roamed up to Lakewood Park, hopped the fence, strolled down to the water and the rocks, and sat. We were just talking, it was about 12:30. Some kids came by and saw us sitting down there, they panicked and ran away. 

Shortly after, a cop comes down. We find out those dumb ass kids left their car in the parking lot, and the officer came down looking for them, not us. But he found us anyway. Took down our information, and wrote us each a ticket. Luckily for us, the ticket was only for being in the park past curfew, and not for trespassing or anything else.

If you were to ask me how much money I would have to pay for a citation for being in a park past curfew, I would've guessed between $15 and $40. I voiced this to my co-ticketed partner, and shrugged and went back to the car parked on a side street. 

My ticket, which I called today to find out about, costs $195. Why in the HELL would you charge people almost two hundred dollars to keep them out of a park? I could understand if I was still a minor. I could understand if I was causing mischief and mayhem up in the park. But I wasn't. 

In conclusion, donations will be accepted to help me pay for an unreasonably huge ticket. 

Not to mention I can't fight it in court, because I'm in cincinnati and it would cost at least half as much as my ticket to appear in court. 

A ticket for speeding on the highway is $115. How the fuck do you justify that?

Fuck you, Lakewood. 

Where the Wild Things Are

Sometimes I wish I could just fast forward to parts of my life I'm anticipating. 

Zonin' in the Cle

It's shocking how much of a fucking warp Cleveland is in. It's like trying to run through syrup.

30 kids that just wanna party and rage and have a good time, but still have no real place to do it, and no real desire to actually make it happen. This can apply to all aspects of our Cleveland lives.

Wanting to do something ourselves, but no real motivation to do it. 

I came back to Cleveland to find all my friends almost exactly where I'd left them. 

Discontent and maladjusted. Ha. 

I love these people, they mean the world to me.

but if I'm going to come back next year, 

I have to become satisfied with this lethargic, mediocre, lack of opportunity. 

Who knows, maybe I'll regret that statement later.

Sunrise, Cincinnati

I don't know the last time I actually got to see the sunrise in Cinci. But I recall waiting for it one morning in a drunken stupor, and passing out just long enough for it to turn back to bright shit again.

A tad unfortunate my strange screen produces this look. But I enjoy it, sincerely.

Cleveland, soon. 

Fuck Cat Lady,

I'm gonna just have tons of dogs. 

Puppy Play Day today instead of studying.

That is a pug. Wearing what looks like a cape.

Thanks, Reddit

Without you, I wouldn't have just found this ad to blow my fucking mind.

http://toronto.en.craigslist.ca/tor/tlg/1078185176.html

Besides that, I'm mainly Irish and St. Patty's day is just NOT worth it to me. Just monopolizing off this bullshit holiday. Like fucking Valentine's Day or some shit. Like people in Dublin really care about green beer. Ugh. 

Things Ain't Like They Used To Be

I think that's pretty self-explanatory. 

No person, place, scenario, will ever be quite how it was. Obvious, I know. But god damn has it made me nostalgic.

I'm feeling awfully pessimistic. I don't have much to look forward to. Give me spring break and get me back to the people that mean the most to me. 

I leave you with this..

Prep for the Weather.

I am in desperate need of a hobby for outdoors. 

No, I'm not going to take up skating. 

As much as I think it'd be fun to try, I can't handle what a joke I'd be. 

No, I can't get back into horseback riding. 

I'd love to, but without a car and money, it's really not doable. 

No, my photography isn't really worthwhile. 

I totally enjoy taking pictures, but my camera is mediocre, to match my photos. 

Please suggest something. 

Until then, I plan on just hopping on a bus and seeing where it goes.

And when I get lost, I just walk around. 

A Series (almost) Forgotten

When I end up with kids, I'm gonna hopefully still have copies of this series. And I will play this for them through their toddler years. Thanks to the good ol' ex-employer, The Exchange, someone traded in a few Lullaby Renditions back in the day, which I naturally had to hear out of curiosity. Now I fall asleep to it. Like a baby.

If you're unfamiliar with the Rockabye Renditions, they include AC/DC, Metallica, No Doubt, Pixies, Beatles, Bjork, Smashing Pumpkins, and a plethora of others (U2, Green Day, and other bullshit). My personal favorite... both ironic for an infant to listen to, and chillingly soothing:

On a side note, I can't stop listening to 8-bit Radiohead off YouTube. So fun. 

Box Of 'Pons

I went to the Rec Center today with my roommate.  Some tampon rep asked Amy (roommate) and our friend Shorty to get into a picture, and if they wanted some free samples. At the conclusion of the picture, the representatives asked if we wanted to each take a box home. A BOX. 

We agree. Because that shit's expensive. And now? 224 sample packs of three. Thanks Playtex Sport. We're selling these bitches for 50 cents a pack. Otherwise I'm set on tampons till I decide to birth children. 

Honestly... C'mon....

Part of me wants to argue that I come to the Rec to work out and exercise. Not to leave with 672 tampons. But the other part of me is reminded how much money I'm saving, and how I should consider myself more lucky than anything. I've got all these tampons for like, less than half price.

Thunderdome? How do I get in there? Easy. Pick a Fight.

I kind of hate admitting it, but there's a sickening amount of blog spots circulating through my friends. And I can't help but join the crowd if not just to reply with asshole-ish commentary. 

How could you NOT want to read a blog that stars Tina Turner and Mel Gibson in its first entry?

I've been continuously spelling my blog "Thunderdorm" which is only funny because I can't get the fuck out of this room for more than like 20 minutes, it seems. But even in my seclusion, I find time and amusement. Thanks blogspot fucks.