Turn the Living Room into a Dance Floor

2010-03-11T11:54:00.001-06:00

A well-fitting bra can really change your outlook on life.

You know you're sensitive

2009-12-28T20:42:00.000-06:00

when watching Julia Roberts die in Steel Magnolias makes you cry for half an hour.

2009-03-18T12:01:00.002-05:00

I'm giving you a longing look I've been listening to this song a lot in the past few days. There's something special about the lyrics - I really like that line "when your dreamboat turns out to be a footnote." Ah, Elvis.

2009-01-29T18:13:00.002-06:00

SHIT, this is HARD!!!!!

2009-01-25T22:58:00.001-06:00

Welcome to the Year of the Water Buffalo!

2009-01-23T14:16:00.004-06:00

It was perfect, you know, with just one little problem

I'd write more songs if Khaela Maricich didn't already write perfect ones.

Fists Up - The Blow

Everybody ought get on top of a hill at some point and yell at the top of their lungs: "MY LOVE IS THE LOUVRE!" Because it's true.

2009-01-17T16:04:00.003-06:00

I cherish with fondness the day (before I met you)
I'm not crazy about this video, but this song makes me want to jump up and down on a trampoline.

This video is pretty good. The song is too. Look how fresh they all look!

2009-01-15T18:21:00.005-06:00

Fiery Crashes
I'm a little scared of a lot of stuff, and in that lot of stuff includes flying. It wasn't always this way - this fear crept up on me just in the past few years. As flying became more routine, I became more afraid of it. I used to take flying easily, flipping through the Sky Mall catalog during the safety demonstration and lift off, seatbelt fastened and my feet rested on top of my carry-on bag. Nowadays, the power of the plane feels overwhelming, and I've become sensitive to the whir of the engines and the plane sounds - cruising down the tarmac, adjusting of the wings. Airports have started to feel more desparate too, with so many people rushing and the staleness of the air and the atmosphere feeling like it's crushing me.

My mom always warned me about thinking or talking about disaster, as if by doing so you're invoking the event to happen. Probably from constantly being told not to do that, I can't help but do it, and by imagining the disaster happening is the only way to keep myself calm. I am in the mindset for a smoky demise should it happen. I imagine the rush out the exit door, people throwing themselves from the blow up slide, maybe scrambling to grab their belongings they're expected to leave behind, the fire, the heat, the CNN report. And then I can feel the rattle of the overhead bins and the speed pick up in the plane, and I close my eyes. I open them and I'm right where I was before, just a mile straight up.