Ay-ooh!
No, ha. It's another sleepless night. Today I've been feeling sick as a dog, nauseous on and off for no reason...or food poisoning, but luckily everything has stayed down. On a lighter note, since I'm up with nothing to do, of course I'm blog surfing, and what do I find but the official music video for a lovely song by the lovely Coldplay. "Strawberry Swing." Here's the link since the video has a block on embedding. I have to agree with the blogger at Truly Madly (whom I just stumbled upon only moments ago, and who brought this video to my attention) on her sentiments that this is one of the most creative videos I've ever seen. Yes, it's been done before...but in this world, really, what hasn't? As if I needed any more reasons to love them...one time I had a dream about Chris Martin, I don't remember what happened, but I mean, it's Chris Martin.
Side note, the-n is on my tv now with the exact same episode of 'What I Like About You' on as was on Idk 10 hours ago. Good thing it's on mute, that show was good...when it was once a week, and new. The only show I can never get sick of on repeats is....yes, that's right 'Fresh Prince' and maybe 'Cheers' no I'm kidding...
Ooooh bloggers my stomach! someone save me!
Speaking of desperation, last and possibly least. I! Will admit, I do not think that Scarlett Johansson has a lick of talent in her, acting wise at least, there was a time, dear readers, when I did not believe that to be so, but that was a long long time ago. But hark! she's branched off, she's now a singer/actor deal. Now I don't know much about her first attempt, except that it seems somewhat of a fail. But...this new album with Pete Yorn - "Break Up" well I confess, the first single, 'Relator' reeled me in, so I! bought the album. Before you stop reading due to that persistent shudder down your spine caused my this topic I have to tell you it was the $2.99 mp3 version on amazon. To make the rest of this short and sweet. 'Relator' and 'Clean' are songs I can get behind, I'll have to sit with the rest. The link if you dare venture a listen.
Incessant jabbering, I'll try to keep it down next time. Goodnight.
-Nish
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Fasion Faux Pas
I love fashion. Well, I enjoy putting clothes together. I'm no connoisseur of name brands, but I know what looks good together... I hope.
So, anyway, there are these pants that are gaining popularity to my dismay. These monstrosities...
HAREM PANTS...or what they are really called way back in the NINETIES, Parachute pants. Or more affectionately, Hammer pants.
These pants have no place in couture. NO PLACE. They are pants to schlep around in or sleep in, not to be paired with a pair of prada heels and a gucci shirt! what's going on?! who let this madness go on for this long. I remember when I first saw them, oh, i thought to myself, those won't last. BUT THEY DID. Why!? I'm going to get to the bottom of this unfortunate fad, before harem mc hammer parachute pants take over the world!!!
So, anyway, there are these pants that are gaining popularity to my dismay. These monstrosities...
HAREM PANTS...or what they are really called way back in the NINETIES, Parachute pants. Or more affectionately, Hammer pants.
These pants have no place in couture. NO PLACE. They are pants to schlep around in or sleep in, not to be paired with a pair of prada heels and a gucci shirt! what's going on?! who let this madness go on for this long. I remember when I first saw them, oh, i thought to myself, those won't last. BUT THEY DID. Why!? I'm going to get to the bottom of this unfortunate fad, before harem mc hammer parachute pants take over the world!!!
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
FINALLY
After years of being a fan of this awesome band, As Tall As Lions, I am FINALLY going to go see them in concert! I am so excited. It's terrible because they've come to my school like five times and I missed them EVERY TIME for one stupid reason or another.
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Anyway, since moving to this new and fantastical place and starting a new beginning I have been a lot happier and good things are continuously happening! Although, I do complain to Nish all the time about my aunt and my dire need to be on my own, I must say, my life is pretty sweet right now. I'm happy for the first time in my life, you know, like fully aware of it. Before, there was always something looming, preventing that floating feeling, and now I'm on cloud 9! Okay, all this talking about happiness is getting me hungry. Though, I do feel like I'm in a constant state of hunger. I downed almost an entire pan of mac and cheese in 24 hours. It was a sight to be seen. I'm a glutton. Of course my aunt was not happy about my ravenous appetite for the stuff, but she was glad I liked it haha
Annnnnd I'm off.
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Anyway, since moving to this new and fantastical place and starting a new beginning I have been a lot happier and good things are continuously happening! Although, I do complain to Nish all the time about my aunt and my dire need to be on my own, I must say, my life is pretty sweet right now. I'm happy for the first time in my life, you know, like fully aware of it. Before, there was always something looming, preventing that floating feeling, and now I'm on cloud 9! Okay, all this talking about happiness is getting me hungry. Though, I do feel like I'm in a constant state of hunger. I downed almost an entire pan of mac and cheese in 24 hours. It was a sight to be seen. I'm a glutton. Of course my aunt was not happy about my ravenous appetite for the stuff, but she was glad I liked it haha
Annnnnd I'm off.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Not doing THAT again...
Heyyyy guyss. So, Nish posted an awesome intro and I guess it's about time I told you a little bit about myself as well, but since I hate doing that, I too will tell you a story.
A few nights ago I went into DC to meet up with a friend I hadn't seen in a while for a night of greatness. I went to work in the morning all the while building this night up in my head: drinking at jazz in the garden, going to a bar, meeting new people, it was going to be an action packed night. WRONG. Soooo I wind up getting out of work and barely making it to jazz in the garden where I was greeted by an obscene amount of awkwardness. My friend was totally shit faced, her "guy friend" was taking care of her, and this guy who I kinda knew was mackin it to some girl so he basically ignored me. I met a few of her friends who seemed kind of okay, except for one who was an idiot and managed to throw a baguette at my head because well, he was drunk... and an idiot. Then the best part. Her other friends left, meaning I was stuck there with her, her "guy friend," this guy who has the audacity to ignore me and this girl he's spittin game to. I was the FIFTH WHEEL. It was atrocious. My mind was buzzing with an escape plan. Then came the way out. They kept talking about going to Dupont to meet another one of their friends, but it was becoming increasingly clear there was no way my friend could have made it anywhere but to the comfort of her own bed. And Dupont is where another one of my friends lives and I planned to see him that night anyway . I told the "guy friend" that I was feeling extremely awkward and thought it best we go our separate ways. He warmly told me I was always welcome which was very sweet. I appreciated his kind words, but had to hold on to my dignity. So we made it onto the metro and at my stop I peaced out. The amount of relief I felt after getting on the other side of those metro doors was monumental. I floated up those escalator stairs to the exquisite site of the Dupont fountain, and just smiled widely. I probably looked crazy. It didn't matter. I had escaped the clutches of the awkward turtle.
I hope that gave you an idea about the kind of person I am...perhaps?
-Chris
A few nights ago I went into DC to meet up with a friend I hadn't seen in a while for a night of greatness. I went to work in the morning all the while building this night up in my head: drinking at jazz in the garden, going to a bar, meeting new people, it was going to be an action packed night. WRONG. Soooo I wind up getting out of work and barely making it to jazz in the garden where I was greeted by an obscene amount of awkwardness. My friend was totally shit faced, her "guy friend" was taking care of her, and this guy who I kinda knew was mackin it to some girl so he basically ignored me. I met a few of her friends who seemed kind of okay, except for one who was an idiot and managed to throw a baguette at my head because well, he was drunk... and an idiot. Then the best part. Her other friends left, meaning I was stuck there with her, her "guy friend," this guy who has the audacity to ignore me and this girl he's spittin game to. I was the FIFTH WHEEL. It was atrocious. My mind was buzzing with an escape plan. Then came the way out. They kept talking about going to Dupont to meet another one of their friends, but it was becoming increasingly clear there was no way my friend could have made it anywhere but to the comfort of her own bed. And Dupont is where another one of my friends lives and I planned to see him that night anyway . I told the "guy friend" that I was feeling extremely awkward and thought it best we go our separate ways. He warmly told me I was always welcome which was very sweet. I appreciated his kind words, but had to hold on to my dignity. So we made it onto the metro and at my stop I peaced out. The amount of relief I felt after getting on the other side of those metro doors was monumental. I floated up those escalator stairs to the exquisite site of the Dupont fountain, and just smiled widely. I probably looked crazy. It didn't matter. I had escaped the clutches of the awkward turtle.
I hope that gave you an idea about the kind of person I am...perhaps?
-Chris
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Please don't say Chinese food
Hello, shiny new firstest blog ever! How do!?
Mmm, I'm not good with introductions so I'm going to skip it and tell you a little about my night, to give you a little taste of Tyler Durden.. .I mean Nish. So I danced my ass off to this gem at an obnoxious volume by way of my ipod and some bangin external speakers: because not a friend of mine would take me out dancing. Sad I know. And then I thought to myself, know what would be fun! Dancin with a buzz! Am I right or am I right? So I went to the kitchen and found a bottle of Aristocrat, the absolute epitome of great vodka, cough cough, that dear ol Chris left in my freezer a while back. Poured it in a glass about "yay high" (does hand gesture that as it turns out was NOT a shot) and downed the puppy. Then I pulled out the good ol DDR mat and proceeded to get down! And of course, by get down, I mean laugh hysterically at myself while trying to figure out why when my left foot went down on the beat I missed...oh hai that's carpet not that mat. Good times. To end this night of gripping excitement, my father called my mother across the country, so that I could babble and laugh drunkenly in her ear - just what all mothers love to hear in the middle of the night.
That's me folks. I say "ole", and "good times" too much, I like ze dance, and am alwayssss gramatically incorrect. ....hmm that sounds kinda like an introduction after all.
- Nish
Mmm, I'm not good with introductions so I'm going to skip it and tell you a little about my night, to give you a little taste of Tyler Durden.. .I mean Nish. So I danced my ass off to this gem at an obnoxious volume by way of my ipod and some bangin external speakers: because not a friend of mine would take me out dancing. Sad I know. And then I thought to myself, know what would be fun! Dancin with a buzz! Am I right or am I right? So I went to the kitchen and found a bottle of Aristocrat, the absolute epitome of great vodka, cough cough, that dear ol Chris left in my freezer a while back. Poured it in a glass about "yay high" (does hand gesture that as it turns out was NOT a shot) and downed the puppy. Then I pulled out the good ol DDR mat and proceeded to get down! And of course, by get down, I mean laugh hysterically at myself while trying to figure out why when my left foot went down on the beat I missed...oh hai that's carpet not that mat. Good times. To end this night of gripping excitement, my father called my mother across the country, so that I could babble and laugh drunkenly in her ear - just what all mothers love to hear in the middle of the night.
That's me folks. I say "ole", and "good times" too much, I like ze dance, and am alwayssss gramatically incorrect. ....hmm that sounds kinda like an introduction after all.
- Nish
Thursday, September 3, 2009
First
Me: hey, we are blah blah blah, this and that, i'll be this you'll be that, as it were. - Nish
She: done! that's our first entry - Chris
She: done! that's our first entry - Chris
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