Am I on a roll or what? I am currently 3 for 3, for those of you that are keeping track. I woke up at 1:30 today. I REALLY hate sleeping that late, it is such a waste. I worked floor set last night and got home around 1:30 or something, which isn't even that late. I didn't end up going to bed until like 4 because I got so distracted. Anyways, today is Isaac Hanson's birthday. He is 28 for all of the people reading this that were wondering. How weird is that? He is almost 30. I can't believe it...he will almost be 40 in another 10 years, and it's been more than that since Middle of Nowhere came out. WEIRD. Anyways, enough about that. I know I said I would start writing about tour soon, but I just don't feel like it. It sort of gives me a headache trying to remember things that happened, it is just toooo much. I will eventually write about it though, I mean considering this was the intent of the blog in the first place.
bye!!
Monday, November 17, 2008
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Alright, I know I said in the previous blog that I wrote...yesterday...that I would begin writing about tour shortly. Well, now is not the time for that, seeing as how two very, VERY important orders of business came up within the last 14 hours or so. I must write about them. Enjoy this (or not) while it lasts, because sometime in the next few weeks, I will probably stop updating this thing eternally. Or not. I can never predict my behavior.
On to order of business number one:
Mackenzie got rid of her Cavalier. I can't believe this. Also, I stand corrected, Mackenzie's family got rid of it, not really her. That still doesn't make it any better. I know, I know, she got a new jeep this summer and it is gorgeous and amazing, etc... STILL! I loved that Cavalier! I knew I would only get to see it for a little bit every few months or so when she comes home from school in Alabama, while it was parked gracefully in her driveway. I was really looked forward to that. When the Cavalier got driven away by a buyer who probably loves it a lot less than I do, my memories got driven away with it. That's right. They're gone forever. I honestly don't even have my memories from all of the fun times in the Cavalier anymore. They were ingrained in that trusty rearview mirror. Why? Am I being punished? It's okay, I'm sure that my memories will be intact as soon as I cope with such a devastating loss. For anyone interested in my reaction when I found out the news, here is a transcript of the convorsation I had with Mackenzie last night. For her safety I changed her screenname:
Okay, and for everyone who may/may not want a visual of the amazing Cavalier, this goes out to you: never mind. I forgot the password to my photobucket and that is where said visual is currently located. Man, could this situation get any worse? I am currently waiting on an email to help me out, but it has yet to come. UGH.
On to order of business number one:
Mackenzie got rid of her Cavalier. I can't believe this. Also, I stand corrected, Mackenzie's family got rid of it, not really her. That still doesn't make it any better. I know, I know, she got a new jeep this summer and it is gorgeous and amazing, etc... STILL! I loved that Cavalier! I knew I would only get to see it for a little bit every few months or so when she comes home from school in Alabama, while it was parked gracefully in her driveway. I was really looked forward to that. When the Cavalier got driven away by a buyer who probably loves it a lot less than I do, my memories got driven away with it. That's right. They're gone forever. I honestly don't even have my memories from all of the fun times in the Cavalier anymore. They were ingrained in that trusty rearview mirror. Why? Am I being punished? It's okay, I'm sure that my memories will be intact as soon as I cope with such a devastating loss. For anyone interested in my reaction when I found out the news, here is a transcript of the convorsation I had with Mackenzie last night. For her safety I changed her screenname:
pretend to flyyy: where is your jeep?
pretend to flyyy: like where will it be i mean lol
beanburrito: it will be here. i will have moms car then sheldons when he is gone
pretend to flyyy: okay, i was gonna say...what are you driving lol
pretend to flyyy: what will your mom drive
beanburrito: she will ride with john to work.
beanburrito: so she will just have the truck with him i guess
pretend to flyyy: where is the cavalier
pretend to flyyy: that trusty little thing
beanburrito: gone
beanburrito: haha
pretend to flyyy: WHAT
pretend to flyyy: GONE WHERE
beanburrito: mom sold it
pretend to flyyy: :'(
pretend to flyyy: like where will it be i mean lol
beanburrito: it will be here. i will have moms car then sheldons when he is gone
pretend to flyyy: okay, i was gonna say...what are you driving lol
pretend to flyyy: what will your mom drive
beanburrito: she will ride with john to work.
beanburrito: so she will just have the truck with him i guess
pretend to flyyy: where is the cavalier
pretend to flyyy: that trusty little thing
beanburrito: gone
beanburrito: haha
pretend to flyyy: WHAT
pretend to flyyy: GONE WHERE
beanburrito: mom sold it
pretend to flyyy: :'(
Okay, and for everyone who may/may not want a visual of the amazing Cavalier, this goes out to you: never mind. I forgot the password to my photobucket and that is where said visual is currently located. Man, could this situation get any worse? I am currently waiting on an email to help me out, but it has yet to come. UGH.
Order of Business number two:
Itunes is haunting me. Yes, haunting. I don't have it started or up or anything, yet it continues to play the same two songs over and over again. I can't get them to stop playing because I can't get itunes up to X out of it. I even restarted my computer and as soon as I started itunes the problem arose yet again. WHY? Could someone please tell me why this is happening. The most terrifying part of the situation is that I don't really even like the two songs that much. I bet their play counts are at least up to 10,234,003 each. Seriously. Do I have to call the Geek Squad? I really hope not, that makes me feel so uncomfortable. JUST MAKE IT STOP. I WANT TO WATCH THIS CERTAIN VIDEO AND I CAN'T BECAUSE ALL I HEAR ARE THE SAME TWO SONGS OVER AND OVER AGAIN.
Itunes is haunting me. Yes, haunting. I don't have it started or up or anything, yet it continues to play the same two songs over and over again. I can't get them to stop playing because I can't get itunes up to X out of it. I even restarted my computer and as soon as I started itunes the problem arose yet again. WHY? Could someone please tell me why this is happening. The most terrifying part of the situation is that I don't really even like the two songs that much. I bet their play counts are at least up to 10,234,003 each. Seriously. Do I have to call the Geek Squad? I really hope not, that makes me feel so uncomfortable. JUST MAKE IT STOP. I WANT TO WATCH THIS CERTAIN VIDEO AND I CAN'T BECAUSE ALL I HEAR ARE THE SAME TWO SONGS OVER AND OVER AGAIN.
ps: don't ask me what they are, it's embarassing.
bye
Saturday, November 15, 2008
You know what? Sometimes I'm not sure why I endlessly create these things, knowing it wont last very long before I abandon it. It's so weird...I truly have blog ADD. This is my third blogspot account, THIRD. Not to mention my short(short) encounters with xanga, livejournal and the occasional myspace blog. Am I a commitment-phobe? What does this say about my character? How do I just leave these things to rot...my thoughts blown away like a leaf in the wind, never to be seen or thought about from the same eye ever again. Well I'm hoping this time is different. I have such a mess going on in that thing I call my brain, that maybe I really do need an outlet just to dump all of my thoughts onto all of the poor unsuspecting readers (providing that there are some...or one/none?...either way).
Also, I think this one will succeed better than the other poor blogs because I want to use it as a sort of tour journal. I need somewhere to unload all of my tour memories before I begin to forget crucial events that happened during tour (like what Megan ate after the walk in Foxboro or what color socks I wore to Hartford...these are things that need to be remembered!!). Plus, if you know me then you know that I love nothing more than to talk about Hanson. That is actually the main reason I have faith in this blog. I will be excited to relive all of my precious tour memories. Maybe not though? Maybe it will put me into a serious depression when I realize that tour is over and I need to get back to reading about the Yin and Yan of American Culture, and go work floorsets at AE and have REAL responsibilities. It is so easy to live a life where your number one priority is getting front row and not getting lost. The latter is easier said than done. I still feel euphoric even though my last show was October 28th. I feel like I am leaving in the morning to go to another one, and then I wake up and reality hits me in the head like a brick. The one thing that keeps me on the edge of my seat is that I know that Hanson will be touring again soon. I just know it. There are so many miles still to be walked, so the saga will continue and there will not be another Hanson tour dry spell. There wont. I think starting tommorow (or within the next week/month/year) I will start blogging about everything imaginable from tour while it is still remotely fresh in my mind. Yes, that sounds like a great plan.
On another note, I recently realized how terrible I am at charades. It is painful, so from the bottom of my heart I am warning you to never play it with me. I am awkward and embarassing and I'm pretty sure I make the whole room feel incredibly uncomfortable within 2 or 3 seconds of watching me try to play the game. Some people are so good at it. Five year olds are better at it than me. This sudden realization has really taken a toll on me. It crushed any of my future dreams of becoming a famous actress who makes millions and millions of dollars for each one of my 10 box office hits per year. I guess it's a really good thing I never actually dreamed about that. I would be screwed.
Until next time, I will leave you with warning number two: (NEVER eat my muffins)
love ya!
Also, I think this one will succeed better than the other poor blogs because I want to use it as a sort of tour journal. I need somewhere to unload all of my tour memories before I begin to forget crucial events that happened during tour (like what Megan ate after the walk in Foxboro or what color socks I wore to Hartford...these are things that need to be remembered!!). Plus, if you know me then you know that I love nothing more than to talk about Hanson. That is actually the main reason I have faith in this blog. I will be excited to relive all of my precious tour memories. Maybe not though? Maybe it will put me into a serious depression when I realize that tour is over and I need to get back to reading about the Yin and Yan of American Culture, and go work floorsets at AE and have REAL responsibilities. It is so easy to live a life where your number one priority is getting front row and not getting lost. The latter is easier said than done. I still feel euphoric even though my last show was October 28th. I feel like I am leaving in the morning to go to another one, and then I wake up and reality hits me in the head like a brick. The one thing that keeps me on the edge of my seat is that I know that Hanson will be touring again soon. I just know it. There are so many miles still to be walked, so the saga will continue and there will not be another Hanson tour dry spell. There wont. I think starting tommorow (or within the next week/month/year) I will start blogging about everything imaginable from tour while it is still remotely fresh in my mind. Yes, that sounds like a great plan.
On another note, I recently realized how terrible I am at charades. It is painful, so from the bottom of my heart I am warning you to never play it with me. I am awkward and embarassing and I'm pretty sure I make the whole room feel incredibly uncomfortable within 2 or 3 seconds of watching me try to play the game. Some people are so good at it. Five year olds are better at it than me. This sudden realization has really taken a toll on me. It crushed any of my future dreams of becoming a famous actress who makes millions and millions of dollars for each one of my 10 box office hits per year. I guess it's a really good thing I never actually dreamed about that. I would be screwed.
Until next time, I will leave you with warning number two: (NEVER eat my muffins)
love ya!
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