Events and Halloween

A lot has happened in a short time on the island:

We had an island wide protest against the more than 17,000 govt. layoffs. Of course most of the world didn't hear about this because of the rivetting and important coverage of "Balloon Boy".

Then, there was the explosion at a gas refinery causing a huge smoke cloud over the SJ metro area.

And of course there's always Halloween :)

Facebook Run Around

I just experienced my first facebook run around!

I wanted to upload a picture from my phone. A while back, I used to do this via MMS using the address mobile@facebook.com just like everyone else used to. Recently I got a more sophisticated phone and noticed that it kept asking me to upload pictures with a personalized email they provided. These uploads go directly from your mobile email to facebook. So, I decided to give it a try last week. It worked.

However, today I tried uploading a picture using the personalized email. All I got was an Delivery Status Failure email from facebook. Okay. I tried again thinking maybe I did something wrong, but received another failed email notification. I tried a different email account with the same failed result. I even tried sending it via MMS and not even that has posted my picture on my profile.

So what do I do? I contact Facebook. I navigate their extensive Help Center and reach the Mobile section. I input all my info and click away waiting for help. I receive an email from "The Facebook Team" with all these wonderful suggestions on how to fix the problem before actually contacting them. Thing is these suggestions don't apply to my issue. I try them anyway. Nothing.

At the end of "The Facebook Team" email, it says, "If your question is not in the list above, please reply to this email with any details that will help us to resolve your issue." Ok. So I hit reply and explain my issue. Literally, 2 seconds later I receive a delivery status failure notification from "The Facebook Team". WHAT?! This is ridiculous. I go back to facebook to see if there is some other way to contact them. No, it's not possible. If you write your issue in one of their pre-made boxes, you'll just get an automated email from them.

There literally is no way to get actual problem solving help/answers through facebook. Isn't that interesting?

Traffic

Traffic here sucks. My work is about 20 or 25 min away. I leave the house at 7am or at the latest 7:10am. As everyone knows, the police here cause more traffic when they "direct" traffic. That was the case this morning. I was stuck at a light for 15 min! It's ridiculous! I was also stuck at the light right before my work.

I ususally arrive at work around 7:35 or 7:40am. Today, thanks to the cops, I made it to work at 8am. I hate the police sometimes.

Tri-Colored Treat

It's the middle of the work day and I've just eaten lunch. While I was standing there watching the kids, I got a big bag of the best tri-colored treat there is: Candy Corn!

I love candy corn. I had prohibited my sister from buying this delicious treat until October. Well, my brother beat her to it. Oh goodness.

Heavy Clouds

Looks like rain...

Late Night Stroll

I see the strangest things.

The other night I was on my way to pick my dog up from the vet. I reached the light and waited for it to change. I looked over to the other side of the avenue and saw this older lady on one of those electric scooter chairs. Nothing wrong there. BUT, she was taking a stroll on the street! She had a huge bag of dog food with her while she drove her chair on the street.

People are weird.

Kids And Their Teeth

I hate it when the kids show me they have a loose tooth! Ok, "hate" might be too strong a word. I don't hate it, I just don't like it. It completely grosses me out. I don't know when this started to bother me. I'm certainly not a squimish person, but loose teeth. No.

Today a kid comes up to me and says "Missy, I have a loose tooth, look!" He proceeds to show me a dangling molar. They're obsessed with showing me their falling teeth! I just closed my eyes and said something like "ok...that's nice, thank you".

I can't deal. Maybe it has to do with my hatred of the falling teeth dream. Everyone's had that dream before so you know what I'm talking about. Well, I don't know if everyone FEELS it as much as I do, but my dreams are very vivid and with that comes loads of feelings. So anytime I have a loss of teeth dream, I feel every moment they fall out and the pain. At times it's so intense my teeth will hurt and be sensitive the next day...and no I don't grind my teeth.

So I guess I have a bad association. I can't help it. I get completely grossed out when a kid shows me their loose tooth.

My Life Is...

My life is....what is my life? crazy maybe? unusual.

I got home from work. Picked up the recycling bins because they were blocking a parking space. As I'm taking them to the back, I guess I scared the chickens a bit too much. The little chick somehow flew over the cement fence and landed in my neighbor's yard. Awesome!

So I trespass (there was no one home) and try to get the chick. Picture me, running around my neighbor's backyard with a fishing net trying to catch a c.h.i.c.k.e.n to my mother's voice saying "No lo pises!" I finally grabbed him and look at the pool. There was a bird in the pool. I first thought it was swimming, but I got closer and saw that it was a baby Changa drowning. Grabbed that bird and got out of my neighbor's house.

In my backyard I let the chick go because mother hen was going to attack me. And the baby changa didn't want to let go! I think it drank too much chlorine because other baby changas that I've tried to help just run-bounce-fly away....this one had a good hold around my fingers. I put it on a fallen branch, went inside, started to change into exercise clothes and I managed to put my pants on, backwards.

Backwards! Not inside out...backwards.

DC Summer 2009

I went to DC at the beginning of July. I was there for about 2 weeks, had a great time and miss my friends terribly. It's hard coming back home and heading back to work.

Punch Out Update

Today I decided that I was going to finish Punch Out, and I did. I finally beat Mr. Sandman, saw the credits and everything, but then was taken back to the World Circuit menu only to be taken back to the Minor Circuit and have to do it all over again.

I figured Mr. Sandman wasn't the last fighter and there had to be some way of unlocking other characters, so this made sense.
So I start fighting Glass Joe again, but guuudddammmnnnit! It's ridiculous that I can't pass such an easy fighter and dumb fighter. The more I tried, the more frustrated I got. When I'd get close to beating him, I'd get confused and lose. After about an hour of this, yelling and jumping around in my room like an idiot, I just turned it off. I couldn't take it anymore.

I'll try some other day.

The Bluest Eye

I finished reading Toni Morrison's "The Bluest Eye". This is the book in the middle of the controversy I mentioned in my previous blog.

So, what did I think of it? Is it worth all the commotion?

First of all, I think the back synopsis is misleading. This is what it says, "Pecola Breedlove, a young black girl, prays every day for beauty. Mocked by other children for the dark skin, curly hair, and brown eyes that set her apart, she yearns for normalcy, for the blond hair and blue eyes that she believes will allow her to finally fit in.Yet as her dream grows more fervent, her life slowly starts to disintegrate in the face of adversity and strife. A powerful examination of our obsession with beauty and conformity, Toni Morrison’s virtuosic first novel asks powerful questions about race, class, and gender with the subtlety and grace that have always characterized her writing."

When I read this I expected the story to revolve around Pecola and does, but it doesn't. Of course she has her storyline, but I wouldn't pin point her as the main character. There's more talk about Claudia and Frieda than of Pecola. The story jumps from the girls, to the backstory of their parents, back to the girls, more backstory of other people and continues on like this. Pecola disappears form the story for a while and reappears at the end. The way it's set up, I wouldn't consider any of them main characters.

It's a story about all of them. If you're focusing on the obsession of beauty or trying to be normal or better, which in this case perfection is white, blonde and blue-eyed, the Pecola is right on it. She thinks herself as ugly and wishes to be more like the white kids. Frieda and Claudia seem see how "white" is considered better and rebel against it (more Claudia than Frieda). Claudia talks about how she can't stand the white baby dolls she's given and ends up destroying them. She sort of makes the doll connection with real white kids and feel anger and rage towards them. It's not just the kids, there's discrimination among themselves too. In one of those tangents the story goes on, a new character is introduced and she's all about not letting her son play with the black kids. She tries to make her son as non-black as possible because she sees herself and her family as better than the rest. Pecola's mother, Pauline Breedlove, hates her family life and only feels better, strong and accepted when she's at work (she's a housekeeper for some rich, white family).

So, why were people trying to eliminate this book?

There are parts that are sexually descriptive. That's the whole issue. Overall, there's nothing wrong with the book. Just like with anything, if you just read the explicit excerpts then you're going to take it out of context. I don't think there's anything in this book that should be hidden from an 11th grader. Also, I think that if a student has a valid issue with the book, they should be allowed to supplement their work with something else. The sad truth is that by 11th grade, these kids have read, heard, seen it all.

In my opinion, I do like the fact there was a discussion going on. It kept people debating and choosing sides. Having read the book, I don't have strong feelings towards it either way. For me, I thought the book was slightly forgetful. However, that might just be because I was expecting a highly controversial story. If this is the book they choose to read, then I think it should be allowed.

Summer Sessions

I'm officially on summer vacation. This has to be one of the greatest things about working in the education field....2 months off!

Before the end of the semester, there was some controversy over an 11th grade assigned reading. The gist of the debate was if the book was/is appropriate reading material for teenagers. I loved the fact that people got all up in arms, were having discussions and choosing sides. It was great.

The book is The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison. I have a vague understanding of what the book is about. I haven't read it, but I did buy a copy and will be reading it as soon as I'm done with Broken by Daniel Clay (which btw, has no chapters...never seen that before). Some people thought the book was too vulgar and explicit or too adult if you will, for teens. Since I haven't read it, I'm refraining from giving my opinion about its validity as a high school reading. In the end, the school did approve the book. I'll get back to you on whether or not I liked it and my opinion.

Besides that, so far my summer sessions have been filled with video games! As you know, I LOVE Punch Out. I did pass Soda Popinski and have made it all the way to Mr. Sandman. Yeah...I'm stuck, again! I undestand how to beat him. I just haven't been able to, yet :D I also bought a new game called Gravity. LOVE IT! It's all about puzzles and figuring out where to place squares and rectagles to roll the ball/car to the goal. I know, sounds pretty kiddie, but it's great. I've gotten stuck at level 15 and 35 (there's 100).

Ahhhhhhhh summer....gotta love it!

Punch Out

The game Punch Out is my newest Wii-ddiction. Of course I have fond memories of the old NES game and this one is definitely an improvement. It makes me laugh and I have a good time playing it. For a few days I was stuck on Soda Popinski and cursing at the tv. I know, I know...it's only a game. And I'm sure my co-workers are tired of hearing about it :) I did finally pass the soda chugger, but not after he completely messed up my won-loss average! Hate him!

Now I have new challege. Bald Bull. Yeah...I foung against him in the practice rounds and there's no way I'm passed this guy right now. He's sooooo much harder than what I remember!

Mistakenly Texted

I received a funny text message today that I'd like to share:

Como te sientes hoy reina?
perdona que te mande text message, pero tenemos
que adaptarnos a la tecnologia y asi no te interrumpo.

Uhm...ok. No, I don't know who sent it. I do know it's someone from NYC because of the area code. That's as far as my curiosity took me. No reply from me! I just laughed because it sounds like someone is involved in some extra curricular activities and they just sent the text to the wrong number.

Update 10pm:
I just checked my phone and I have a missed call. Guess from who? Yup, same text message NYC person. Since they didn't leave a message, I'll assume they heard my voicemail and realized they have the wrong number.

Tales From The Trail

It's no secret I go running. Sometimes I enjoy it, sometimes I hate it. Whenever I can, I go to El Paseo Lineal de Bayamon. It's a nice path for walkers, runners and a separate one for cyclists. On the site it says it's a total of 6 miles. I think it's less than that, but I can't run the whole thing anyway. I did reach a goal and continuously ran from one end to the other. Now I have to work on running the whole way back. I have to stop and walk a few times on the way back.

Anyway, this is not why I blog today. I blog to share yet another random story. It takes place while I was running this morning in Bayamon. One other thing that you should know about this place is that it isn't uncommon for people to randomly greet you or to make some comment to you. Usually, it's old folks that do this. So there I was running, sweating, looking at the cyclists as they go by. By the time it takes me to run one way, I've seen the same cyclists maybe three or four times, depends on how fast they're going. I'm concentrating on jogging more than running because I don't want to burn out. I see a cyclist and as he passes by he says "Buenos dias". I've never had a cyclists greet me before (unless they're your friend). They acknowledge you're there, but never talk. So I wasn't expecting it and therefore said nothing back.

Later on I see the same cyclist. By now I've reached the point in my run where I'm battling with the snot running down my nose. Attractive I know. So I'm sniffling and at the same time the cyclist says "Buenos dias". I BARELY heard him over my sniffle and I didn't say anything back. Of course now I'm thinking the guy is weird and continue on my run.

On my way back I'm tired and thinking about stopping at the water fountain. The first two I see don't work. I know there's another one ahead at the rest stop and I'm hoping that one works. I didn't need to stop, I run with a water bottle so I had water...I just wanted COLD water. I see the rest stop, the fountain and then the cyclist leaning on the benches. My thought process: "oh crap...I should run past...but I want cold water...the fountain probably doesn't work....I should run past...I'll quickly check if it works which it won't so I won't have to really stop...I should run past". I walk up to the fountain expecting it not to work, but it does. I drink some water, fill up my bottle and the cyclist starts talking to me.

"Te iba invitar a sentarte un rato", he says.
"Como?", I said as if I didn't hear him the first time.
"No que te iba a invitar a descansar un rato", he says.
"Tengo que seguir, no puedo parar", I say as I fill my water bottle.
"Cuanto tiempo llevas corriendo?", he asks.
"En el dia de hoy? Como unos 40 min", I say.
"Es que te veo corriendo ahi con tanto deseo...", he says in a low voice to which I say nothing.
"Tienes que tener cuidado con el calor y hace mucho sol", he says.
(yeah, it couldn't have been a cloudier day today in Bayamon)
"Yo corro por las tardes, el sol no me molesta", I reply.
"Bueno, pero correr con cuidado porque el sol lastima...", he says.
"Agua, tomar mucha agua", I say as I show him my bottle and finally see my opportunity to end the conversation.
"Bueno, que tengas un buen dia", I say and start running away from the Oakley wearing cyclist.
"Igual a ti, que tengas un buen dia", he says as I'm running away.

Uhm, I'm a bit confused. After this minute long conversation, all I could try to figure out was what in the world did he see that made him hit on me. Let me describe my physical state while running. Sweat, hair in disarray, snot nose happenings and the obvious face flush from the heat and exersion. More specifically (just so you can picture how attractive I looked) my tank top was soken through with sweat in circular patterns. I looked like I was lactating. My pants were soken through with sweat also. I looked like I had pissed myself. So which one was it he liked more? The sweaty lactating shirt look or the sweaty pissed pants look? Maybe it was a combination of both. I didn't really want to find out.

Was the cyclist good looking? I think you can tell from my fountain-thought process what I thought. To each their own, really, but I'm just not into 40 something year old men. When I'm 40 I'll be into 40 year old men :)

Two other things that happened almost at the end of my run was that I saw, no...I caught another cyclist checking me out. This one was younger and cuter. Now why didn't he try to chat me up?! hahaha! He was one of those serious cyclists though. They never talk or stop and pass by the runners more than four times. Then at the end this elderly man said to me, "Por ahi voy! Lento, pero por ahi voy". This just made me laugh.

As you can see, Hay un poco de todo en Bayamon.

My Day As A Forced Couch Potato

So I'm on Spring Break vacation. Woohoo!
If only I hadn't wasted an entire day confined to the couch, I'd be happier. This was not by choice. I had probably the worst stiff neck I've ever had and it just hurt to move.

My day was supposed to be filled with exercise. I know, some of you are rolling your eyes, but that's what I wanted to do and had been doing the days before. I was going to go lift weights, watch movies and have a run later on. Instead, I spent more than 12hrs on the couch, half sitting up and half lying down because that was the only position I could tolerate.

I have no idea what I did. I guess I must have slept in the weirdest position ever. But! I didn't wake up once all night. I slept so well and was completely refreshed when I woke up. I got up, walked around, felt a little pain (but nothing like what it turned into) and took the dog out. I was fine...or so I thought. After taking the dog out, I went back to bed and THAT'S when the pain really hit me.

I couldn't move my neck in any direction. The pain went from the top of my neck, down the right side to the bottom of my shoulder blade. It hurt soooo much. Getting out of bed was a challenge. An even bigger challenge was brushing my teeth! So much pain. I was walking around the house looking like a robot who couldn't lift it's head. My head was fixed in a downward "the floor is my friend" position all day. And that too became uncomfortable, not to mention annoying.

I took some Tylenol and at first refused to give into the "stiff neck - I can't do anything today" pity party. I tried to use my computer, but I couldn't lift my head or extend my arms without shooting pain. So, my online access was limited. I had to sweep the kitchen/family room area. Why? Because my brother's chocolate Labrador, Hershey, has been staying here and she sheds like there's no tomorrow. (How is this dog not bald yet?!) So I start sweeping and I KNOW I shouldn't be doing this. I FEEL I shouldn't be doing this, but I do it anyway. I had to laugh all through the pain to stop me from crying. After that was done, I resigned myself to the couch. It wasn't even noon and I knew I'd spend all day there.

So I gathered my "husband" pillow, my Sudoku book and a book called "Love And Other Impossible Pursuits" by Ayelet Waldman. I propped myself up and back with many cushions to take the pressure of my neck and I stayed there...all day. My sister suggested I take a Celebrex which I refused. Aside from Tylenol, I don't like taking random medication. I'm not a pill popper.

Life on the couch went as follows: turn tv on, turn tv off; do some sudoku; read book; turn tv on, turn tv off; painfully move to answer the phone; take a nap; turn tv on, turn tv off; eat lunch and dinner looking at the floor.....You get the picture. I did try to use my computer a few times, but I was more comfortable on the couch...even though "comfortable" is not a word I'd use to describe my experience yeterday. Sometime in the afternoon I said "F*ck it" and took the pill. I didn't expect it to take the pain away, but atleast make it a degree more bareable. No difference whatsoever.

I ended up just reading my book all afternoon and night. I did of course have to take Hershey out a couple of times. This worried me. She's sort of a spaz and is prone to pulling. I was worried she'd pull me, I'd end up on the grass in pain and she'd happily continue pooping. So I decided to take her the backyard instead of an actual walk. Hershey, thank goodness, was calm.

And I was back on the couch reading! By the time my sister got home I was almost done with the book. It definitely was more interesting than anything on tv. By then it was time to go to bed. I'd had enough of the pain and just wanted to be slumberous. So my 12hr couch residency was over and I went to bed. Of course I slept, but in the only position I could...flat on my back. I woke up today with an extremely slighter version of yesterday's pain. I can move my head in all directions now, but it still hurts when going extremely sideways. And of couse my neck in completely sore from looking down for more than 12hrs.

Atleast I can rejoin the living today! Yay!

Burger King 10K

Yesterday I went to the BK10K with my brother and sister in law. I am in no real shape to attempt to run a 10K, so we walked it. There were so many people there! About a month ago, I had to go to this staff development day for work. At one of the intersections there were these people giving away free shirts. I was given one and laughed. It's one of those shirts that say I heart _______. Well, the blank was filled in by a picture of a Whopper. It was a BK promo shirt. This was the shirt I wore to the race and honestly, I didn't see anyone else there with this shirt. I'm sooooo unique! The funny thing is that I don't eat red meat. I gave it up about 4 years ago :)

Anyway, I'm always observing people and there were definitely some characters there. Let me start at the beginning. We arrived at a good early time, found our spot and I took a seat on the curb. When I look up there's this woman's ass in front of me. She's talking to her friend and moving side to side as if to warm up. Fine...however, this woman was wearing the tightest exercise pants she could find. Whatever, wear what you want but atleast wear the appropriate underwear for the activity. She clearly didn't want underwear lines, so I'm guessing she had a g-strig on if that. This all happened in a matter of seconds. All I knew is that I had some heavier woman's giggly ass in front of me and I stood up as fast as I could. I don't care what kind of fashion statement you want to make with your workout clothes. But if you're going to be running, the buttocks needs support just like the girls on top. Wear full coverage underwear :)

During the race, when people were already returning we saw a few blog worthy individuals. First we saw a man looked like he stepped off a Tom Hanks movie...Cast Away or Forest Gump. The man had long-wild hair with a full on beard to compliment it. It was all bouncy (he must have been dying of heat). If that wasn't enough, the dude was running in flip flops! FLIP FLOPS!!! Wow.

The second character I saw was more subdued, but still went to some lengths to stand out in the sea of people. He wore his statement on his chest...literally. This man was clearly a quite hairy individual. Definitely someone who could rival any other in a sweater vest competition. So, he took this chest hair and molded it into a symbol. The dude shaved, waxed, naired...whatever...his hair into the shape of a heart. From the top of his pecks down to his belly button he created a hair heart. Uhm....ok then!

It was definitely an interesting afternoon.

Strike 1

2 days ago I got a new PC. It'd been a while since I actually used a PC for more than 10min at a time...I mainly use my macbook these days.

So I got the new PC with Vista of course because that's the only thing that is available now. Just like any other PC, the operating system takes you through an initial set up of the computer. It made me set up an account and what not, but 5 min later when it restarted to the Log In screen, it said my password was incorrect. WHAT?!?! After many tries with the caps lock on, without the caps lock, with capital letters and all small letters, nothing worked.

Strike 1 for damn PC's! How could it be that a new, new, new computer could lock me out right after having setting it up? Whatever. My next move was to look up the info on the net. I came across some people who had similar problems. My options were: make a reset password disc. This sounded simple enough, but the only way to make this thing was through Windows. Since I never even made it into Windows, this was out of the question. Another option was using a bootable password recovery disc. I found a supposedly good one called Ophcrack. It was simple enough to use and it found the account, but not the password.
So that didn't work. On to the next program! The 2nd one I tried was Offine NT Password & Registry Editor. Since I couldn't GET my supposedly forgotten password, I hoped this program would ERASE it! And it did! It erased it and I was back in business. Happy Happy Joy Joy!!!!

Still, this isn't the best introduction to Vista. I was very annoyed and angry with thoughts of taking a bat to the PC. That was a feeling I hadn't had in a while.

Strike 1!!!!!

Music Rant

"Hello. My name is Suzy and I'm a Plushgun addict."

Yes. I love Plushgun and listen to them everyday. My morning drive to work is strictly Plushgun time. In the afternoon's I've been rotating The Ting Tings and The Heavy.

But right now I'm all about Plushgun music. I can't recall where I first heard them. I know it was on one of my music searches, but where? I don't know. All I know for SURE is that I certainly didn't hear them on the Puerto Rican radio. I hate the radio stations here. Ok, hate is a strong word. A better one would probably be, dislike. Anyone who knows me knows I am not a fan of Reggaeton. I can't stand it and that's pretty much what every station plays. It's infiltrated and taken over the airwaves, fashion and culture. Even the so-called "American" music station had to add it to their rotation because they were losing listeners. Sure there are rock stations, but any time I tune in, they're flooded with advertisements or some older rock. So I typically don't even bother with the radio. Hmmm, maybe "hate" was the correct word.

I'd be a happy camper if more of what I liked was readily available to the island masses. Of course, I can't see some hardcore Reggaetonero jamming out to Plushgun :) But at least the option would be there. And don't get me started on the concert movement here!!! I can sum it up in one word: Horrible.

Check out Plushgun and get your daily fix: www.myspace.com/plushgun

Pregnant Bellies

Today's blog topic is about pregnant bellies.

Recently I've been surrounded by, know of or keep hearing about friends and people who are pregnant or trying to become pregnant. It's definitely the topic of conversation at work...everyday. That's fine though. I understand that I'm pretty much past the stage where everyone around me was getting married and have now entered the baby stage. But what I've noticed is how freely people feel about putting their hands on pregnant women's bellies.

People don't ask if it's ok to put their hands on the bellies. They just do it. Why is this acceptable? Just because there's a baby? If you think about it, it's still that person's body and should be respected. People don't go around putting their hands on other people's stomachs in everyday life. That would be weird! So just because a woman is pregnant it gives people a free pass on stomach patting. I understand why it happens, but I think it's disrespectful how people assume it's ok.

And it's not like the mother-to-be is going to say anything about it. Maybe they should. I find it hard to believe that a pregnant woman will ALWAYS be ok with people putting their hands on her. What if it was someone they didn't like? Should they have to grin and bare it just so they're not seen as bad people? I think people should ask first and be understanding if they say no. It's their body, their moment...not yours.

Movie List

Vacation is over. Here's the list of movies I watched in 2 and a half weeks of vacation.

1. Changeling
2. Seven Pounds
3. Twilight
4. The Edge Of Love
5. Eagle Eye
6. Appaloosa
7. Humbodlt County
8. Frost/Nixon
9. Milk
10. Wendy & Lucy
11. Saw V
12. Revolutionary Road
13. Slumdog Millionaire
14. The Wrestler
15. Bottle Shock
16. The Curious Case Of Benjamin Button
17. Jumper

The best movie of 2008 was Milk, hands down. At first I thought it was Frost/Nixon, but then I saw Milk. They're both very powerful movies, but Milk drew me in and kept me there all though out the movie. My least favorite movie of this list has to be Appaloosa. It's so f*cking BORING! The most depressing movie of the list has to be Revolutionary Road. It's probably so depressing because it's about living an unfulfilled life trapped in the status quo...real to life type movie.

Lykke Li and Plushgun

Since christmas vacation started I've spent it watching a ton of movies. I'll list them on a later post because vacation isn't over and so there are more movies to be watched.

I did take a couple of days break from movies and switched over to music. I usually do a better job of keeping up with my music, but time and energy were focused elsewhere these past couple of months. So, in my music search (that led to Dirty Habits), I found these two gems: Lykke Li and Plushgun. I don't know what to make of Lykke Li yet. All I know is that her videos are wacked out which I love. Her video for "I'm Good, I'm Gone" is freaky and feels like it's something out of my dreams. Those who know me and read my dream journal know what I'm talking about. Plushgun is a delight. I love their sound and felt really bad for the car Brittany Snow destroys in the video....poor car!

Lykke Li - I'm Good I'm Gone

Plushgun - Just Impolite

Happy 2009!

Happy New Year cyberworld!
How was your new years celebrations?

Mine was soooooo packed, where do I start!

I fell asleep around 9pm tired from staying up till 5am the night before. This was more of a nap though because Elvis woke me up an hour later (my mother was blasting his christmas music). Thanks to that nap I made it to midnight and welcomed in 2009 with the rest of my family. We were watching some crappy local countdown show and my sister told me it wasn't even live. Apparently they'd taped the show in the afternoon. I felt cheated...NOT!

So I went back to bed a bit after midnight only to be woken up by east coast texters an hour later :) You guys suffer from daylight savings, so while you were just starting, we were done. I can't remember if I texted back...I remember trying, but after the 3rd new years text, I didn't wake up again. I was completely useless, tired and slept all through the night. It was great.