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Happy Birthday to keiran_c!

(And to Clay Aiken's son, Parker.)

Stop clicking thru entries so fast. You're clicking the "Flag journal" button instead of the "next entry" button and YOU DON'T MEAN IT.
*hopes she isn't getting herself banned from communities for being an idiot*

This is LIVEJOURNAL, not ROCKET SCIENCE.

You're 29. So you're that much closer to thirty. Congratulations.

I have entirely too many concert t-shirts. Seeing as I go to nine or ten a year, and, up until last year, was buying shirts at practically every show I went to.... it's ridiculous.

Anyone have any use for concert t's? I have wearable ones, and ones with wear and tear that can probably be used by craftier people than me to make pillows or bags or something. I was going to have a "charity auction" but if eBay is any indication, I won't make much. I have everyone from Cher to Aerosmith to Madonna to Janet Jackson to Paul McCartney to... yeah.

Sizes L and XL. Comment if you have any interest at all.

I know that many of you don't read my blog, but I really feel this is important, as far as spreading the word goes. Please pass it on and donate what you can.

Lisa is a fighter. She's been diagnosed with cancer for the third time. You won't meet many people stronger than her.

Miss Ann Thrope is coordinating a fundraiser raffle to get Lisa and her kids to Disney World. A ten dollar donation will get you a ticket in the raffle, but seriously, every dollar is for a good cause. Check out this post for all the details, and please, spread the word, on your blogs, to your friends, anywhere where we can raise more money.

Thank you for your help!

Apparently, I've won 10 free tickets to a weekend show at Comix in NY. I don't even know who Lenny Clarke is. I don't even know ten people!

Well, okay. Not ten people I'd want to spend a Friday or Saturday night with, anyway.

I owe some people like, correspondence. I'm not ignoring you.

Just so this entry isn't a total waste to most people reading... Nine Inch Nails. New album on the internets. nin.com. Go!

A thirty-one hour trip to and from Boston is exhausting...

That is all.

I am trying to snazz up my user profile. So, if there are any burning questions or facts about me you want answered, now would be the time to suggest 'em! I'm sure you care, a lot.

• Finished Chuck P's Choke
• Got brows waxed. My face rejoices.
  
• Hung out with T$ and her nephew, Just Justin
• Lunch at Cheesecake Factory
• Trip to Target, where I did not buy a new camera (good, Diz!)
• Completed another thing on my 101 list at Target, but it involved buying a random, crappy CD. Forgot to use Giftcard in my planner (bad, Diz!)
• Caught up on Tifaux'ed shows. LOST. OMGWTF? This show is getting better and I am glad to have it back.
• Watched December Boys. Tried really hard not to think of DanRad as Harry Potter
• Cleaned room, vacuumed living room, took out garbage. Domestication.
• Changed sheets. Learned never to wear fuzzy red robe to bed when bedding is from Target. Lint roller won't even fix this!
• iTunes library outgrows iPod. Made new playlist specifically for iPod. Pondered whether there is such a thing as too much music.
  
• Movie night followed by Oprah Chick Flick Slumber Party (that'll be another one off the 101 list!)
• Pondered journaling, but managed to distract myself with other nonessentials. Must do tomorrow.

Happy Prez Day, to those lucky enough to be off tomorrow.

I cannot fucking stand it when people use "bb" as a shortcut to call people "baby" on the internet.

Stop calling people that! In fact, they aren't your babies either, so just STFD and STFU. (I hate that, too.)

I'm so too old for this...

I could be productive today, but instead, I choose to sit here and wait patiently for a James Blunt acoustic webcast.

Because I am a little bit in platonic love with him. And he is stuck in traffic, so I sit here and wait.

You know, I am seeing him live again in a couple of weeks. Shouldn't I be cleaning house or some shit?

Oh screw it. I'm doing laundry tomorrow. That's enough.

The right thing was done, and Baby was euthanized last night. He had bone cancer and was suffering immensely.

I hate to sound like Bob Barker, but if any of you have animals, please make sure you have them fixed. And if you can't take care of them anymore, please don't dump them at a movie theater and hope they will survive without taking the proper precautions.

RIP, Baby.

All right, listen up, everybody (if you wanna take a chance?)...

There seems to be a certainty that the New Kids on the Block will be announcing a reunion anytime now. Whether it be a song, an album, a reality show, or a tour? That remains to be seen.

Hey, I was a ginormous New Kids fan when I was about nine. My bedroom was papered with posters and pin-ups from Bop magazine. I had shirts, pins, slipper socks, and even an NKOTB belt. I adamantly refused to believe my dad when he said they were a fad. I begged to see them in concert and never got the chance. I watched the cartoon on Saturday mornings over the phone with my (now) oldest friend in the world.

New Kids will always be a huge part of my childhood. I am proud of Donnie and the acting work he's done. I saw Joe in Wicked. Hell, I even bought Danny's solo album, and he was my least favorite Kid.

I am a little worried about this reunion. I already warned my roommate that if she drags me to see them on tour, she is buying the alcohol. I think I'll need to be really drunk to enjoy watching 40 year olds do the New Kids dance. Also? Jordan Knight? Sucks. He was briefly my favorite Kid back in the day, but after watching him on Surreal Life and hearing him try that falsetto on his New Kids remix album, I can't take him seriously.

I get the nostalgia thing. I really, really do. The new song on their website even sounds decent. But it's really hard to take this seriously. I've been reading the internets and saw a fan compare them to the Beatles.

The Beatles? Really? A band that wrote their own music, played their own instruments, and could carry a tune?

Yes, yes, I know - the Kids play instruments. But they didn't on their albums. And I've seen the videos of their concerts. Even Danny has said in interviews that they didn't always sound good (because they were running around on stage).

Maurice Starr wrote the songs we all love. The Kids wrote "Dirty Dawg". Beatles, they ain't.

I'm just.... you know how you have this reverence for shit that happened in your childhood? And then when you revisit it, you realize it wasn't as great as you remember? I don't want that to happen. I want to leave that in the past, with a soft spot in my heart, along with stone-washed denim and wigwams.

If they do something fresh, like Joe did when he did "Cover Girl" on his live album? Ok, cool. I'd like to think Donnie wouldn't sign on for something incredibly hokey.

And if any of you go to a concert with your hair teased and your 20 year old giant buttons pinned to your denim jacket, I will kick your ass!

NOW THAT THE GIANTS HAVE WON THE SUPERBOWL, CAN YOU ALL STFU? I HAVE HAD TO CRANK THE VOLUME ON MY TELEVISION ALL NIGHT TO DROWN THE BULLSHIT OUT!

kthnxbi.

Almost forgot. My condolences to JKras. Sorry your team lost. But I hear the writer's strike may be done, so at least you'll be back to work?

I've been thinking about the give and take lately. Actually, perpetually is probably a better word than lately.

Some people are really good at taking everything and giving nothing in return. Others give and give and give and refuse to take.

Then there are those that don't take anything, even when you offer it. They huddle in their corner and want you to pity them, but they make no attempt to change for the better.

Going through traumatic events, be it death or illness or loss or revelations or whatever else it is that we as humans all must go through? It does not give you the right to be selfish, oblivious, or rude. You may be suffering something, but you don't get to treat others like shit because you are.

Excuses. So many excuses that only apply when you want them to. Only to the people you want them to apply to. False enthusiasm, and then it's like you drop off the face of the Earth. You don't want to be reached? Fine. Come right and out say it. Excuses are a waste of time and energy.

I can give if you want to take. But I need to know what it is you want. I can't keep throwing things out and hoping you grab them. It shouldn't matter to me that much. It apparently doesn't to you.

It disappoints me that history repeats itself. No one ever learns from the past. The same actions are perpetuated.

Ignorance is, after all, bliss.

Remember last season, when you first watched the very end of season 3 of LOST, and were all "HOLY SHIT?!?!" Like, all of the teases and letdowns were so totally made up for by the awesomeness?

I so miss that. Because watching it again with that stupid scrolly bar at the bottom of the screen? That thing annoyed the shit out of me. And since I knew what was going to happen, I wasn't on the edge of my seat.

That said? I can't wait for tomorrow night. At least there are 8 new episodes of something I love.

BRING IT!