Behemoths and the King

I love the word behemoth- I heard it today and wish I had a reason to use it all the time.

I am so tired, and recently have felt like I have nothing to say.

I need sleep.

I want it to rain, or thunder even. It's been too hot and things look too dead. It makes me feel deadish and I don't really like it.

I finally took my laptop to get fixed, hopefully it will be done soon, and I can write all I want. Woo!!

Also, I hope I hear back from Teen Vogue soon. It actually won't be like another month. But I really want to do this Fashion University thing.

I lost my ring from Marc Jacobs. I really need to find it. He was a cute little guy.

I saw a rock on the news today that had the face of elvis in it. When you look at it, by damn you see Elvis. It's so strange. And it made me wonder how things like that happen. As silly as it seems, things like that make the universe so unexplainable to me. I mean I understand that it's just a coincidence, but seriously, what are the chances that a rock forms to look just like a picture of Elvis.

It makes me excited. If anything that the world is just full of such mystery and amazement, that you can find one rock out of all the million in the world. It's amazing what kind of things can renew your sense of wonder and awe.


Sometimes it just takes Elvis appearing in a rock to renew your faith in everything...

Arts Fest was a good, good time.

This weekend wore me out.

I came to a few realizations this weekend at arts fest:

-I really love the song Rocky Raccoon, even more than I thought I already did.
- I wish I was short enough to wear shirts as dresses, but I am glad I'm not a midget like most of my friends, and I don't have to worry about my ass poking out all night
- Taking 5 shots, drinking a beer, and having three cups of jungle juice with everclear in it will make you still drunk the next morning, no matter how much sleep you get.
- I don't like the backstreet boys...at all.

Such is a weekend at Arts Fest.

I am tired and should be outside since it is nice out.


But, I think its time for a nap... I'll write more later.

Happy Hookers, Cat Power, and Marc Jacobs Sunglasses

And for the zillionth post today...

I have decided that "flickr" has the best pictures maybe of all time, and from now on I will use only that to capture the essence of each of my posts.

The one for this one will have to be good.

Right now, the hooker is my favorite...

My dentist used the word neoclassic today, and I loved it.

I am a creative genius.

Or so I think... Well at the very least, I am hoping I'm starting to learn my craft better.

I came up with a sweettt ad today. I would put it on here, but the idea is too good to share.

It's for "Eco-friendly" appliances.

Also, my letter to the editor got printed today. I liked it, and am going to post it here:

In response to Dee Frazier’s newest letter: First of all, I empathize with your situation and your frustration is not without merit, but you again set yourself up for criticism.

I understand that you’re not saying all Social Security beneficiaries are “spending days drinking in bars and smoking pot,” but in trying to defend your argument about CHIPs, you only discredit yourself again by attacking Social Security disability recipients.

Being a college student, I understand the frustration and the unfairness of government programs. I am not able to receive any government financial aid although my family has two children in college. Like your assertion about the SS disability recipients, I know college students who receive substantial amounts of financial aid who don’t deserve it — but harshly characterizing that small ratio of recipients, as “students who sleep all day and party all night” doesn’t change who receives aid.

Being cynical will not change the system. It won't provide you or others in need with health care. If you don't do your part in fighting for change, things will always stay the same.

It’s absolutely fair to say that government systems are flawed. Unfortunately yes, some people who don’t deserve benefits get them, and upstanding people that need assistance are left behind. But after creating controversy by chastising one group, taking another jab at a small percentage of disability beneficiaries only makes your opinions seem less credible and unfortunately shows what keeps government systems from changing.

Katie McDermott

Williamsport

Submitted by Virtual Newsroom




Yea baby, I'm a writer.

The Book List

Hoopla by Crispin Porter + Bogusky, Warren Berger

Marc Jacobs (Memoirs) by Bridget Foley (Author)

The Best American Nonrequired Reading 2006 (The Best American Series) by Art Spiegelman, et al.

The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion

Never Let Me Go (Alex Awards) by Kazuo Ishiguro

No One Belongs Here More Than You: Stories by Miranda July

Dry by Augusten Burroughs

On the Road (Penguin Great Books of the 20th Century) by Jack Kerouac

The Sweetest Dream: A Novel by Doris Lessing

Shut the Door by Amanda Marquit

Water for Elephants: A Novel by Sara Gruen

Gods in Alabama by Joshilyn Jackson

The History of Love: A Novel by Nicole Krauss

Love Is a Mix Tape: Life and Loss, One Song at a Time by Rob Sheffield

Don't You Forget About Me: Contemporary Writers on the Films of John Hughes by Ally Sheedy

How Sassy Changed My Life: A Love Letter to the Greatest Teen Magazine of All Time by Kara Jesella

Pretty Little Mistakes: A Do-Over Novel by Heather McElhatton

The Starter Wife by Gigi Levangie Grazer

The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky

Everybody Hurts: An Essential Guide to Emo Culture by Trevor Kelley (

After Dark by Haruki Murakami

Eat, Pray, Love: One Woman's Search for Everything Across Italy, India and Indonesia by Elizabeth Gilbert

You Don't Love Me Yet: A Novel by Jonathan Lethem

Then We Came to the End: A Novel by Joshua Ferris


Isn't it ironic that the last book on my list is "Then We Came to the End" ?


I didn't plan that...

The Music List

This is the list of 25 bands I want to check out, if anyone read this I'd ask that you let me know if they're good, but since I'm the only one who sees this right now, I will have to find out for myself... I also used Cat Power as the picture for this post, basically because, she fucking rocks..

Hem (already know them but want to check out the actual CD)
M. Ward
Red House Painters
Stephen Malkmus
The 88
The Like
Airport Catherdral
Burning Idols
Citizens Here and Abroad
Earlimart
Love as Laughter
Matt Pond PA
Bedroom Eyes
Blanket Music
Casey Dienel
Abisnthe Grow
Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
Speaker Speaker
A Cat Called Cricket
Audible
The Devics
Great Northern
Midnight Movies
Seawolf
Wax and Wayne


So the search for enlightenment through music is to be continued...

I listen to the wind, to the wind of my soul

What’s going through my brain right now:

--Why is it so damn hot outside?

-- I need to get that god damn laptop fixed

-- Why did I drink two travel mug size cups of coffee, and 24 oz. of water today when I know I’ll have to get up and pee every 10 minutes?

-- I hate spending 9 hours a day in a tin can.

I’m all scrambled up today. It started when I spilled coffee all over my jeans before I left for work. I hate those kinds of mornings. That and the fact that I had little sleep due to the fact that it was probably 95 degrees in my room last night, I’m beat.

So, I’m considering doing the raw foods diet for the rest of summer. I want to do protein too, so adding chicken too. I guess that doesn’t make it a raw foods diet, but it’s as close as I can get. I ate a bunch of snap peas and baby corn last night, and somehow I thought that I’d be able to eat stuff like that for the next two months… experience life as a rabbit.

But judging from the amount of sugar I put in both of my coffees, and the two frosted pop-tarts I inhaled today, my prospects don’t look good. Not to mention it’s not even dinnertime yet.

I love pop tart wrappers.

I also came to the realization today; I need to watch the Simpsons. Having never seen even one episode, obviously I have a lot of catching up to do. But, it is now a goal of mine, to at least get partially caught up on the phenomenon. I also want to start watching Entourage and some other HBO show about polygamy I can’t remember the name of right now.

This is why I love TV Links. Although, again because of my stupid broken lap top I haven’t used fully to my advantage, I think it is going to be a big distraction once I get to school.

It’s good I’m taking all Comm and English classes.

Speaking of, I am so happy, elated even, that I am no longer taking Gen Eds. Although I had a few good ones— The Beatles was amazing and the History of Jazz was pretty cool, for the most part, they in no uncertain terms, blew.

I can’t wait to just write all the time. Write and take classes for my major. No more statistics or physics, I just get to read and write all the time— exactly what I want to do.

I’m ready for school… it means time for PENN STATE football, my friends, going to bars, and making trips down south to visit boys with beards whom I greatly miss...

And another thing...

I hope I am not one of those people who truly believe that they’re really intelligent, but when it comes down to it, they’re actually less intelligent than everyone else.

I hate that, not only do I hate it, I see it a lot.

I just want to learn so much. I need to start reading more again. I have that huge list on Amazon that I created before I left school, but I am yet to crack (or purchase) one of them.

After work I don’t feel like reading, and although I could probably get through a book a week at work, I think that might be a glaring announcement to everyone that I really don’t have much to do.

When Kellye and I sat at B&N last semester and read magazines for hours, it was fantastic. I learned so much that way, just reading. Nylon and Vogue taught me so much. Things that I care about, stuff that I love. Nothing gets my creative juices flowing like an issue of Nylon or Vogue. They get me so pumped to write, to get into the Fashion and Pop Culture scene and make my splash. Now that I bought that The Fashion Book, I really hope I can start to get a good understanding of the industry.

Hopefully purchasing my Marc Jacobs flats didn’t hurt either.

Although I spent more time reading about couture than statistics last semester, I feel like I became more educated in something that I enjoy. It was a good feeling.

Also, I need to get my laptop fixed; I could and would write much more that way. That damn Acer. It has done more harm than good over the past two years I have had both of them. So frequently I think, “I would really love to be writing write now”, but that stupid hinge, that stupid piece of cracked plastic that makes it immobile.

I will not let this blog turn into what I always do; creating something and then letting it go to the wayside, that is what I do with everything. I need a testament to the pastime I love more than anything else, the one thing I excel at.

So here goes…

Happy Hooker

This life is just a pastime, and I'm just passing through...

Accepting the terms and service of Blogger, I wonder, who is watching me and wondering again, what the hell is that girl doing over there?

I’m not sure if they know my name, but what I am sure of is they don’t care.

They know that I came from creative, and that I am, their intern. As they all peer over their cubicles at me, I know they are still wondering, why is she here and why doesn’t she ever have any work to do?

I wish I knew. I am not a media buyer. I don’t even really know what one is, but judging by the little I have learned about the job, it’s not something that I would want to do.

So I am starting my blog, finally. My aspirations to write are getting stronger by the day, and when you have eight hours to sit in a cubicle and look busy, maybe this is the way to go.

At least this way I can open up Word and pretend that I am coming up with the world’s best advertising headline for Outdoor Power Equipment.

At the beginning I had so much to do. Working in the creative department, I quickly became enamored with my colleagues and bosses. Friendly, funny, and a little nerdy, they took me in from the very beginning. I loved being the Creative Intern. I got to write copy for ads, write headlines for windows, and play Frisbee at lunch, after intense conversations about ones’ obsession with Battle Star Galactica of course.

Now I am here— the tin can. A converted warehouse filled with cubicles and the background noise of a thousand key strokes a minute.

I spent the better part of the morning trying to find the title for my blog. I poured through some Dylan, the Decemberists. I checked out Ingrid Michaelson, and Say Anything. I decided on Regina Spektor.

Although the song is Happy Hooker, I am satisfied with, “my life is just a melody and chords”. Who can say that their life is much more? Hopefully my life is more than a few simple chords, and a pop melody. I’m striving to make it more interesting than that. But when it’s all said and done, my life could be a lot worse things than a pop song I guess, as long as its not Avril Lavigne.

I will have to contemplate what song’s melody/chord’s I wound identify with my life. This could become a good project, seeing as how I have eight hours a day to think about it.

I am excited for my turkey sandwich, but sadly, that is still over an hour away…