Siamese Dream is part of why I am this person

Yesterday I returned home from having lunch with my mother after class and decided it had been far too long since I had listened to the Smashing Pumpkins. I was exhausted so I put in Siamese Dream and layed on my bed. OHMYGODIFORGOTHOWMUCHTHATALBUMRULES!!!!!!! It reminded me of everything that was was enjoyable about being 15 as well as everything that was horrible about it. It was the album that I listened to when my parents split up in June after my freshmen year of high school. "Today" was the first song that I ever learned to play on guitar. I wanted to be in a band like that. I would lay on my bed, the same one I still have, and listen to it while falling asleep after school, just like yesterday. It is the kind of nostalgia that books are based on and screenplays written for. I am in such a good mood.
My first boyfriend had this poster in his bedroom. I always loved it. I wonder if he ever thinks about that.

I met some people

I am house sitting this week which entails making sure no burglars steal this ibook I'm writing on as well as taking care of one crazy dog, one normal dog, and a cat that seems to reflect all my emotions. Sometimes she growls for no reason and other times she just wants to cuddle. Usually she just wants to sleep on some comfy pillow in the sun. Her and I are very similar. Anyway, today I was going to take the dogs out to throw a ball for the crazy dog (Gertrude) who is obsessed with orange, rubber, balls. I wore the man's boots who lives here because they were by the door. I didn't bring my phone outside, nor my keys, nor mittens, nor tampons, nor food, all of which I realized I needed promptly when I shut the door and remembered that the handle was locked. "Oh fuck," I said, then repeated for a good ten minutes while I ran around praying to God that one window was left unlocked or that I had left the front door open. After realizing quickly that this was useless, I went across the street to Jeff and Jeff's house (the nice neighbors that Brian and Jeneen had told me about). They were very hospitable. One of the Jeff's offered to drive me to St. Paul where my friend, Alec, who is house sitting with me and has the other key, was in class until 9 (it was about 5:30 at this time). The other Jeff stayed there and played with the dogs so they didn't freeze to death outside. They had an entire wall full of records, literally. I've never seen so many records that weren't in a store. There was also amazing art everywhere. I think I'll make them some banana bread.

Kate Bush is fucking AWESOME

Enough said.

Art Shanty Project Part I

So I went to the Art Shanty Project 2 Sundays in a row. Once with Alex Pennaz and once with my mom. I still have some film left in my camera so I have yet to get my pictures developed. When I do there will be a follow up blog to this one. However, my friend, Sam, is part of group that built the Snapshot Shanty which is where you go and get your picture taken and they put in on their blog. I stole some pictures and put them on my blog. The internet really is a wonderful thing.

Here is a picture of my mom and I. We are not facing each other to be arty, but because my mom blinks even if there isn't a flash because of the camera click sound. She gets nervous. Sometimes I do too. We have the same nose, look.

This is my friend Eileen and her band, "The Ex-lovers." I have not heard their music yet, but Eileen is pretty cool so I have high hopes. She's the beauty in the front.

This is a band called the Brass Messengers. They were by far my favorite thing at the ASP. They're playing a show at the Cedar on February 13th which I plan to attend.

Why I play guitar

Today I was learning how to play It Ain't Me Babe by Bob Dylan. There are kind of a lot of chord changes so it's taking a lot of practice. I think I should have it down in a week it I play it every day. I feel disheartened sometimes because I want to be better. I suppose the only way to do that is to keep playing. There are two things that stick out clearly in my head for why I can never give up playing guitar now that I have begun. The first is a line in Forest Gump, which has been my favorite line since I was about 7 and saw the movie for the first time. It is when Jenny plays Blowing In The Wind in that strip club and says, "I wanna be a folk singer, just like Joan Baez." The second reason is Bob Dylan. Not the man himself, because I could never expect to match the kind of lyrical genius that he is. My guitar teacher told me that Bob Dylan always hated his own voice. He couldn't stand the way it sounded. Even so, he has been on a stage somewhere singing probably every week for fifty years. Not only that, but he is probably one of the most respected musicians in the world. So here is a link to a video (since I'm a troglodite and don't know how to just put it on here) for your enjoyment to illustrate why I must keep playing guitar. Also, those girls are fucking crazy and have a lot of endurance to follow a car that long. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ImpKzFXO1WI

Some new shit

My goal over midwinter makeout break (as Amalia and I have decided to call winter break. Just plain winter break doesn't sound as fun) has been to make a lot of changes because I perpetually feel in a rut. So far, things don't feel so different. I got some new cds and a crock pot. Maybe that crock pot will make some sort of difference. I think I need something more substantial though. Ok, here is what I will do: A: Put down Harry Potter and read a book that leaves me contemplating my life or existance and not contemplating how sweet it would be to go to Diagon Alley or live in Hagrid's hut. B: get rid of a bunch of shit because clutter always makes me feel really crazy. And of course, as the aforementioned name states: Make out in the midwinter because it's cold and why not? It's the 21st century. This is a picture illustrating that my cat is still fat, perhaps she needs to make some changes too. At least she knows what she wants, that is much more than I can say on a daily basis.

Wow

Here are some roommates seeing who is strongest. It's probably Hunter. Alex might be a close second, it is probably not Adam. We are all so proud of you three.