- Them: It is an opportunity to get a blank slate or whatever. It's an opportunity for a fresh start, resolutions for a new, better new year. *corny comercial voice* "It's A New Year and A New You!!"
- Me: It doesn't actually change anything. Life just goes on as normal. It's a made-up holiday. GODDAMMIT. I FEEL OLD.
Because sometimes all we get are weird staticky, disconnected messages we need to figure out.
Friday, December 30, 2011
Some Deep Stuff: New Year's
Reason
Best Music Videos Ever
BE WARNED:
THE FOLLOWING POST CONTAINS AN ALMOST OVERWHELMING AMOUNT OF AWESOMENESS. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE EITHER ZOOEY DESCHANEL OR M. WARD, I SUGGEST YOU A) FIND SOMETHING ELSE TO DO OR B) START LIKING THEM
Why Do You Let Me Stay Here? (Bank Dance)
Why Do You Let Me Stay Here?
Again, this video has Zooey Deschanel looking awesome. And being awesome. I mean, all those little angel dudes. Totally adorable.
Don't Look Back
I don't even know where to start with this one. Oh yeah, it's all really retro/space age and insanely cool. Also, there's more than one Zooey and more than one M. Ward at some point of the video. And that piano-thing that plays itself? AND THAT COOL PHONE SHE HAS? Way too cool. I'm serious.
In the Sun
So Zooey and Matt go back to highschool. And they wear awesome clothes. And there's dancing in the hall ways. And there's hoola-hoops. 'Nough Said.
And finally, one of my favourites. I KNOW this isn't actually a music viideo, but it's awesome nonetheless.
I Put a Spell on You
This was an appearance of theirs with Conan O'Brien. AWESOMENESS.
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Caring
We all know the time comes when we find it hard to get excited about stuff like we used to as children. We find it hard to get as stoked about Halloween, and Christmas and Santa as we did when we were three, or seven or even eleven years old. We might no longer count down to the days, hours and minutes. In fact, we might forget we even have a count down. I did, in fact, my Christmas countdown still says "4 days until Christmas!" in fake-cheery script. And it's almost New Year's. These things no longer evoke the whimsical feelings they once did. This year, for example, I had to force myself to listen to Christmas music from November in order to get myself through the holiday weirdness that seems to take over. I didn't quite succeed, but I got an amazing album out of it.
Part of it is growing old, as I discovered after reading this and getting through most of this*. It'd be kind of weird if after however many years have passed you didn't think any differently of things like Gumby and Disney Princesses and Hannah Montana. We all have to evolve and mature, so it totally makes sense that we suddenly see things in a different light. For example, the other day I was listening to some of that weird Disney music: all that High School Musical, Hannah Montana and Jonas Brothers stuff, while lying in a pool of self-loathing wondering how on earth my mom put up with that rubbish. It's no wonder she's skeptical before listening to She & Him or Joni Mitchell and Carole King. My bad, childish taste in music has left her forever scarred.
But the other part is not caring anymore. Like Honestly Not Caring Anymore. As in: "I no longer care enough about this commercialized holiday that has no actual religious roots, therefore I will not be excited about it." or "Next Year will be just as awful/boring as this one. I no longer care enough to make life interesting. I will just allow Fox and ABC to take care of that for me. Also the lovely people over at Rookie Mag and the YA librarians can keep me from going insane, if they'd like.". I think that just admitting that I don't care for a lot of things is depressing. AND I DON'T FRIGGING CARE. I DON'T GIVE A DAMN.
I will read this in the morning an die of self-loathing. This is/will probably be one of many posts that will scare people off and possibly make them wonder what the hell my problem is. And they will know the answe. I Don't Care enough to actually figure anything out. And that is just one of the many things that are wrong with me.
*The second link is an interview by (the amazing) Tavi Gevinson for her online zine, Rookie, with Dan Clowes. Although I have no idea of who he is, I found I could relate to/understand what he was saying.
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Obsessions... more like yeah, Obsessions
For some reason I do not understand, I tend to get hooked on stuff. Movies, Books, TV Shows, singers, songs, actors, characters, websites. I get hooked on really anything. For the longest time it has been Harry Potter, Bones, She & Him, and Taylor Swift. I talk about them constantly, I reference them on a daily basis, I always try to get others to like them as much as I do. I have succeeded only once; my sister is another big Taylor Swift fan.
I know addictions aren't healthy. In school we have learned about drug/alcohol addictions since we were pretty young. The media is chock-full of stories about celebrities addicted with booze and marijuana and a number of other drugs that would take forever to list. There's also stories about people obsessed with plastic surgeries; it seems these tabloids enjoy embarrassing them over bad procedures (but that's a whole other post). There's people obsessed with sex and porn and hookers (that is also a whole different post). Lastly, there's TV shows about people obsessed with coupons, and amassinglarge ridiculus amounts of rubbish.
What I don't know, however, is if dealing with an addiction like mine is really at all necessary. I mean loving those things (Harry Potter and Bones and Taylor Swift and She & Him) is pretty harmless, right? I'm not harming anybody. All I'm doing is annoying them to no end, and keeping myself amused. I could find other ways to do that such as sports or going to extra help for Algebra but we all know that is just about as likely to happen as my marrying Daniel Radcliffe. Mainly because I am so so so against sports and the huge hold they seem to have over society, and secondly because Algebra is just about the most boring thing in the world.
Yay! I have just promised you two posts about me ranting!!
I know addictions aren't healthy. In school we have learned about drug/alcohol addictions since we were pretty young. The media is chock-full of stories about celebrities addicted with booze and marijuana and a number of other drugs that would take forever to list. There's also stories about people obsessed with plastic surgeries; it seems these tabloids enjoy embarrassing them over bad procedures (but that's a whole other post). There's people obsessed with sex and porn and hookers (that is also a whole different post). Lastly, there's TV shows about people obsessed with coupons, and amassing
What I don't know, however, is if dealing with an addiction like mine is really at all necessary. I mean loving those things (Harry Potter and Bones and Taylor Swift and She & Him) is pretty harmless, right? I'm not harming anybody. All I'm doing is annoying them to no end, and keeping myself amused. I could find other ways to do that such as sports or going to extra help for Algebra but we all know that is just about as likely to happen as my marrying Daniel Radcliffe. Mainly because I am so so so against sports and the huge hold they seem to have over society, and secondly because Algebra is just about the most boring thing in the world.
Yay! I have just promised you two posts about me ranting!!
Monday, December 26, 2011
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