A trip down memory lane: The Soundtrack to my apparent life.

Today we are going to do a little somethin different with the bloggo. We are going to play a game like I used to in high school with the email. Feel free to play, or not. Feel free to comment on the lameness/coolness/funnyness or not. Just don't be a hater.


So, here's how it works:
1. Open your music library.
1.b. BECOME TOTALLY LAME not unlike high school
2. Put it on shuffle.
3. Press play.
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button.


Opening Credits:
The Pitch/Spectacular-Spectacular -- Moulin Rouge, Vol. 2

Waking up:
She Is -- The Fray
So far, this is turning out to be AWESOME movie.

First Day at High school:
Toxic -- Yael Naim

Falling In Love:
Poses -- Rufus Wainwright

Fight Song:
A Good Idea At The Time -- OK GO

Breaking Up:
Please Don't Tell Her -- Jazon Mraz

Prom:
Overflowing -- Toby Lightman
What kind of lame-a prom is this?

Life:
Jainy -- Five for Fighting

Mental Breakdown:
Over My Head -- The Fray

Driving:
God Bless the Child -- August Rush Soundtrack

Flashback:
Jubilee -- Peter Breinholt
Yay for Peter B and flashbacks

Getting Back Together:
Waiting -- Green Day

Wedding:
Take a Chance on Me -- Little Women (original cast)
Unless edited correctly this song SUCKS for weddings...

Birth of Child:
Bubbily -- Colbie Callait

Final Battle:
Aluminum -- Barenaked Ladies

Death Scene:
Anyone But You -- Counting Crows

Funeral Song:
New Frontier -- Counting Crows

End Credit:
This is the last Time -- Keane

Please look for this movie coming soon to a theater near you. Almost certinally staring Toni Collette as me. (she's amazing actress and apparently I look like her. Becky says "a prettier Toni Collette" but I'm pretty sure she just hasn't seen the right Toni Collette movies...

cheap cheap cheap, talk a lot, pick a little more...

I read an article today about male and female communication styles. This is not the first or the last time someone has made money off the idea and I'm sure we could all talk about books and books on the same topic. Or, in some cases, games and games (like Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus, the GAME). Anywho, this book/article is about NOT communicating. Apparently the best way to communicate is to shut up.


At this point millions of men (because, yes, I'm sure I have millions of readers... not CNN or Oprah, but me) heave a collective sigh.

I kindof suck at shutting up. Shocking, yes, I know. But I'm a talker. I talk and talk and talk... and when i'm out of things to talk about, I start making stuff up to talk about. Apparently I'm in love with my own voice. But, honestly, I feel better when I talk. I feel better to not just feel things, but talk about them, and talk about why I feel them, and talk about puppies and then talk about how I feel about my previous feelings you probably thought I'd forgotten about since all that puppy talk was so cute.

All this talk about communication makes me wonder: Is it better to be a wall in communication or an open door?

(what a very Carrie Bradshaw moment I just had...)

Walls don't move. You can yell and kick and scream. And a wall stays there. As a wall you don't get dramatic lows or highs, but always a happy constant. You could get mad at the wall, but you'd never really be sure why because, after all, it's a wall and it didn't really do anything to you. With walls you never really get a lot out of them, but you also don't have to put that much into them... they just are.

An open door, on the other hand... is open (awesome). There are wind rushes that are cold, and rushes that are warm. You never know how your life is going to be when it's an open door because there are so many people inside. With an open door, you communicate with everyone - everyone knows things about you so you can't hide anything. The door is movable, changable, has days it's open more than others, and has dramatic highs and lows.

So is it worth the highs being higher to deal with the lows being lower? Is being a constant wall really the way to go?

Communication is funny. Intersexual communication (that sounds almost dirty) is even funnier. It's no wonder or surprise people say we came from other planets.

Pieces, pieces, pieces of me...

First, I shout-out to my one and only "blogger follower" Freddy. I'm not sure what someone "following" your blog means, but it reminds me that Fred follows my blog EVERY time I log-in. And for that, he gets a shout out.





So, sometimes I get a very negative view on things. (It's true.) Like I have a rant that I sometimes subscribe to on the topic of dating. I mean, dating is discouraging because you put so much time and effort and pieces of yourself into a relationship -- and when you lose that relationship, you lose all those pieces of yourself. This is why it's hard to really get over a relationship. I find that, even after romantic feelings are far, far away from where you are, you still miss who you were with that person, and the pieces of yourself you can never really get back from them.

But the same is true for non-romantic relationships as well...

(behold! A picture chalk-full of people I used to be tight with but now have almost no connection with)

Isn't it interesting to think of yourself one, five, ten years ago and see how you've changed? And to think about all of the really valuable relationships you've had all along the way - and what they've given you, and you've left with them. It's like having little tiny pieces of your heart scattered all over...

"I've heard it said that people come into your lives for a reason leaving something we must learn and we are lead to those who help us most to grow if we let them - and we help them in-return."

Land of the free and the home of the OPINIONATED

SCENE I
(A crowded exhibit hall set-up as a lounge in 2008. The lights are dim, cool music is playing, there are games around and food being passed on large, silver trays)

LISSA: Excuse me, do you work here?
SARAH:Yes I do, can I help you with something?
LISSA: Yes, can I get some more chairs.
SARAH: (looks at her name badge, just to make sure she wasn't a VP of something or in charge in some other way. *shocked*) Umm... no? Actually you'll have to take that up with show management. They requested the room look like this, and it's been approved by the fire marshall. It's a party, there aren't going to be enough chairs for everyone. Just mingle and hangout.
(LISSA now goes off to ask every security officer in the event if they could get more chairs, all to no avail because all of them call SARAH to see if it's okay.)
_END OF SCENE_

SCENE II
(The Louve in Paris, summer of 2002. A group is huddled around the Mona Lisa, which is under glass. Many are taking pictures and whispering about the painting. SARAH approaches a lady taking a picture.)

SARAH: You will get a better picture if you turn your flash off.
LADY: Excuse me?
SARAH: My father is a photographer, you'll get glair from the flash reflecting off the glass unless you turn it off.
LADY: Are you American?
_END OF SCENE_

Do you think you know everything? Do you want to share the opinion with the rest of the world? Do you think your way is the best way and everyone else would be happier if they did it like that? This doesn't mean you're a woman. It means, as you can tell by scene II, that you're American.





In other, unrelated news: I went to the acupuncturist today. CREEPY slash AWESOME! Apparently they can cure everything wrong with me in 10 short sessions. Migranes, loss of sleep at night, not-cancer, possible anxiety. GONE! Thank you needles in my arms/hands/feet and face! Plus, it's not even hurty. Weird and tingly but it doesn't hurt.

stop the world: i want to get off

it's not just a musical. Seriously i need a break.

They say that worrying about something is infinately worse than when you actually do it. Breaking up with someone, losing a loved one, your fish dying, or working from 7am-2am... these things are apparently not as bad as you'll stress them out to be. Apparently our warped eye of how things will be is scarier, takes longer, and makes you freak out more than real life. In real life you take things as they come, breakups don't seem to last as long, and you can get through a week of work that's as many hours as you want by just taking a step at a time. And I certinally hope so.

Between now and next Saturday (complete with Sunday and Tuesday off) I'm slated to work 93 hours. And that's because my boss is working 25-ish for me. SHOOOOOOT ME NOW.

Also, I had a horrible experience today where someone put a file for a show in my box... and the show was dated September 26, my ONE weekend off this month. And as I prepared to march into the schedulers office and tell her she could take that file and smoke it because I was not touching it, on reasons of sanity, i thought I'd look the file up in the sales system. And the file... belonged to my co-worker Steve. Suddenly my airway passages opened in my throat and I felt myself take the first breath I'd had in the three minutes since I picked up the file.

What is it about anticipation of things that makes them so scary? Why can't I say to my brain "brain, it will be ok. There is no reason to freak out (thus giving yourself more work when you stop freaking out) about this. You will be fine. You will work through it. And when you do, you will take all of December off."??

When i was 14 I went to Brighton Girls' Camp. It's a camp where, from what I remember, you sleep in cabins, sing songs, hike once and generally get a "spiritual twinkie." During camp we had the opportunity to repel down a (super small) mountian (slash rock-face) (Please note, this is an actual picture from Brighton Girls' Camp. But who knows who this girl is...?). I was so afraid of falling/dying/failing that I went to the back of the line. And, when it was my turn because they wouldn't let me wimp out of it, I didn't die. In fact, I had a really good time and wanted to do it again (but could not because I had pushed to the back of the line). Well, I had a really good time for the last 4 seconds of the repel. The first 20-ish I did NOT have that good of a time until I could relax and enjoy it.

Again, I thought it was going to be scary, and horrible and in the end, it was a lot of stressing for nothing. And by stressing I actually ruined the experience.

Quite a thought to try to remember...

(but I am still glad I have that weekend off...)

A blog by me: Veruca Salt

Sometimes in life there are things we want. Scratch that: there are always things we want. I ALWAYS want either a cookie, or a massage or to go to Disneyland. There are always MORE things we want: I want to wear a jacket today, I want to buy several new jackets today and I'd like to find adorable yet incredibly confortable shoes. And still there are MORE and MORE things we want: I want a puppy, I want world peace, and I want it to be socialy acceptable to wear a tiara.

I want, I want, I want.



And there are things I'm not supposed to have.

I am not supposed to buy more than 2-3 cute jackets a year because there just isn't time to wear all of them. I'm not supposed to eat more than 2-3 cookies a day because there just isn't time to burn off all those calories (supposedly). I'm not supposed to buy a new car every time I get bored of the Saturn, or go on a vacation somewhere because it was on the Food Network.

And inbetween there are things I have:
I have a great dog (even though I only have visitation rights to her). I have a great living situation for the most part (ask me in another 3 weeks and it'll be back to REALLY great). I have a family I love, and who loves me (even though they show it in rediculous ways sometimes). I have a car that works, a job that pays me enough to live, a boss who I actually like and a boyfriend who makes me laugh.

So why do I always WANT...