Podcast panacea

So I've been icky sicky for about fourish days now, and I'm pretty sure that Ira Glass is just as effective as modern medicine. Plus, I hate taking actual medicine.

My Look-Alikes

Once finals are over...

This is what I'm going to do:

1. Clean my room
2. Re-read The Fountainhead
3. Get back on the "I'm gonna learn Russian" bandwagon
4. Buy my sister a birthday present
5. Spend more time doing yoga
6. Consider cutting my hair
7. Maybe wash my car... but probably not
8. Schedule an optometrist appointment
9. Bake everybody bread
10. Organize my office
11. Enjoy not having classes
12. Celebrate the end of JMC 301: How to kill a journalism student
13. Geek out over my cool classes next semester
14. Prove what a super dork I am by being a little excited about taking statistics
15. Perfect a redition of the Harlem shake
16. Have a Christmas party?
17. Start freelancing for the New Times
18. Wrangle up material for Grrrl Talk next semester
19. Make a list of stuff to shop for post-Christmas
20. Think on what a siren I am at least eighty billion times a day

Here's What I Did Today

I interviewed for internships with the Phoenix New Times and Village Voice Media, and totally kicked bottom. I went to geology, happily due to my nice test results from Monday's exam. Sidenote: I have a "B" in geology and that sometimes makes me want to die. Back on track! I saw some former co-workers from the Republic, had a nice chat with them and realized how much I miss them. I went to The Blaze and did some music directorly work. I picked up my check! Then, as I was walking to the bank, I saw a tow truck pass by on University, and I thought to myself, "Hey cool, that car looks like Hansel." Sidenote: Hansel is the name of my car. Back on track! Then I realized that it was in fact my Hansel, with a big, fat, yellow paper on him declaring his state of towage. You see, I had been using a decal that a friend of mine found on the side of the road, and successfully gotten away with parking for a few weeks.

Well, f-word me for trying to stick it to the man. I had to pay no less than $360 to reclaim my ugly baby Hansel and then walk from the Parking and Transit services building, near Fifth Street and College Avenue, all the way to Curry and Miller roads. Yeah. That's far. Good thing I was intensely infuriated and had generous reserves of energy to expend on that trek. Finally, after filling my quota for sexual harrassment, I arrived at the nasty, dusty lot where those godless beasts took my car. And you know what I had to do? I had to wear a hideous, reflective orange vest. I kind of hate you ASU Parking and Transit. What did I ever do to you?!

Then I sold some cds to FYE and applied to work at Zia. Now I have a mountain of homework to attend to because it's that time in the semester where all of my professors decide that excessive assignments will do my body good. Hey fall semester, feel free to end... like now. Which reminds me! I'll be registering for spring classes next Friday and I've got a pretty sweet lineup planned. I'm going to take statistics for social workers, station operations, news editing, media ethics and one of those internships that I interviewed for today. Yowza.

If you feel compelled to give me exorbitant amounts of money, give in to your impulse.

This is a genuine question.

How could someone not be in love with me?

In all honesty, how?

Creeps Galore

I went to Safeway and purchased some garlic bread, because I was famished. I drove out of the parking lot and was making a left onto Broadway. Waiting quasi-patiently, I sat in my car, listening to the new Jose Gonzalez, which has made me a complete human, and two guys are attempting to walk by me on the sidewalk. Yes, I'm one of those jerks who pulls into crosswalks and walkways, effectively blocking pedestrians. But, guy #1 peers into my front passenger window, which was rolled down, and says, "Hey sweetie, could we get past?" I said, "Oh yeah, sure." Then guy #1 leans on my car, shoves his head through the window, and says, "You look pretty cute today. My name's Mike. How're you?" Okay, first of all, why in god's name would someone feel like he could just stick his face in my car? Secondly, I look cute today? Today as opposed to what day? Why are you an insane crackhead inside my car? Then he sort of just leaned on my car, expecting me to introduce myself, because intersections are great places to socialize. I said, "I'm trying to drive across the street." He took his creepy face out of my car, grinned, and then joined guy #2 walking eastbound on Broadway.

I don't even know.

Yep, still cooler than you

I got paid to go see Pinback, you can read about it here!

For the past few days, I've sort of started spouting words in random languages while attempting to speak English. It's pretty awesome. I think I should sleep more and stop thinking in languages that aren't my mother tongue.

My Pinback inteview is up on azcentral! You can read it here!

I bought an outer space dress. And I wore it to dinner at a Greek-Mexican restaurant for my friend's twentieth birthday. Yes, there are such things as Greek-Mexican restaurants. Pinback is Wednesday and I'm probably going to die. I cried when I listened to "Autumn of the Seraphs" the first time through. Okay, I didn't bawl, but I shed a tear or two. You see, I was terrified that it would suck, so I had pent up a lot of energy about the album, and, upon realizing how horrible it wasn't, my emotions ran amok.