The Rolling Stones

It's an age old question: Beatles or Stones? My answer has always been the Beatles, but lately they just sound whiny to me. Emo before Emo existed. I wanted something more rock 'n' roll, more raw, more Keith Richards falling out of a tree, so I started listening to the Stones. And man, they're blowing my mind. Mick Jagger is so sexual, when you listen to his voice, you can almost see him grinding, writhing around on a stage. All he's saying is, "Fuck you, let's fuck." And it's awesome. And the best part is, there was this rumor that Jagger and Bowie effed. Yeah, that's right, EFFED. Supposedly, the song Angie is Jagger's apology to Bowie's wife after she walked in on the two hotties naked in bed together. I guess we'll never know if Jagger actually put it in Bowie's poop shoot, but WHO CARES?! Two of the most well-known influential men of rock 'n' roll were in bed together. And there was another rumor that the police walked in on Jagger eating a Mars bar from his girlfriend's cooch. That, they found out was false, but you have to be a pretty big badass for a rumor like that to start going around. Yeah, so what Bob Dylan gave Paul McCartney his first joint? JAGGER EFFED BOWIE! I don't even care that they look like walking skeletons now, they made and still make great awesome super rocking rock music and they can keep making it until they are real corpses!

"Rape, murder, it's just a shot away."

RN

Shooting the Shit

*see note

One of my favorite things to do is sit in our front window in one of the two awesome chairs I gleaned from the trash, turn on a record, watch the hot valets outside (see previous post), light a few candles, dream about sipping red wine, and shoot the shit. Alaska and I do this frequently and it's so refreshing. Whether we're talking about religion, Emile Hirsch, future baby names, or our families, we can talk for hours. It's easy to get lost in conversation, talking and talking, without realizing what time it is. Sometimes we take a break to belt out some Fleetwood Mac or get some chips and salsa, but for most of the time, we just sit and talk. Mrs. Tyler Perry and I do the same thing at work when we are cross eyed from cleaning slides of brain tumors. It's already 3 o'clock? Who knew? Does what we're talking really matter in the long run? Of course not, but it's nice to tell someone else meaningless things about your life and hear their meaningless stories at the same time.

"When I look at you, I want to dress up in a deer suit, have you shoot me, make me into deer jerky, then shit me out and then shoot the shit."

*this photo is literally the first thing that comes up when I Google Image searched "shoot the shit." I have no idea what it is, but it's funny. And I thought it was a lot more appropriate than the multitudes of ass fucking porno stills that also came up.

RN

Iced Coffee

So I think it's safe to say that I have an addiction to Iced Coffee. I think it's also safe to say that I have it at least once a week - and some times multiple times in a week. Whether it's Dunkin' Donuts, Starbucks or Caribou Coffee, it's pretty much delicious. I can never turn down Iced Coffee. It's ice cold and delicious and always quenches my thirst. What an epic invention, putting ice cubes into hot coffee.

Rae had a $10 Starbucks gift card and we managed to spend the entire thing in less than 24 hours. Saturday night we got some on the way to Trivia night and it only made us have a greater time. Today we went and Rae got a special treat. She ordered a Grande Iced Coffee and the guy made her a Venti, then I ordered a Grande and some girl made me a Grande. Then WAINS we owed $0.44 and only had like $0.41. It is clear that the guy at the register wanted to DO Rae as he rambled on about his Ex-girlfriend and made her an extra large coffee, so we got off the hook with not having enough money. It was hilarious.

Anyways - any time of day I would give my appendix for an Iced Coffee.

Would you?


AG

Julianne Moore Dance

On Saturday was my sister's wedding shower so Alaska and I took a nice trip to Skokes for the festivities. As I was making couscous salad I hear my sister call from upstairs, "Rae, can you do my hair?!" After a few bobby pins and a lot of hairspray...perfection. Then, of course, Alaska and I had to do our hair too. Alaska, in her little black dress and leopard flats put a bun on the back of her hair. "You're so 60's!!" I exclaim. So, of course, we turn on Green Onions by Booker T and the Mg's and do our best representations of 60's dances. Our favorite -- the dance that Julianne Moore dances in A Single Man. She turns on Green Onions and shimmies her way over to Colin Firth, only moving her shoulders back and forth, her arms straight out on front of her. She continues to do this, bending her knees, and moving her perfectly straight arms up and down, once in a while saying "woo!" while Colin does the twist in front of her. So funny and so 60's. Every 60's dance party we have, which is a lot, one of us always has to do the Julianne Moore dance.

RN

Guaranteed by Eddie Vedder

This song is from one of me and Rae's favorite movies Into The Wild. Its by artist Eddie Vedder, and the words are truly inspirational. He wrote this song reflecting the life and views of Chris McCandless, and did it amazingly. It's so natural, so organic - and mostly just beautiful. Enjoy.


"On bended knee is no way to be free
Lifting up an empty cup I ask silently
That all my destinations will accept the one that's me
So I can breathe

Circles they grow and they swallow people whole
Half their lives they say goodnight to wives they'll never know
Got a mind full of answers and a teacher in my soul
And so it goes

Don't come closer or I'll have to go
Owning me like gravity are places that pull
If ever there was someone to keep me at home
It would be you

Everyone I come across in cages they bought
They think of me and my wandering but I'm never what they thought
Got my indignation but I'm pure in all my thoughts
I'm alive

Wind in my hair I feel part of everywhere
Underneath my being is a road that's disappeared
Late at night I hear the trees they're singing with the dead
Overhead

Leave it to me as I find a way to be
Consider me a satellite forever orbiting
I knew all the rules but the rules did not know me
Guaranteed."

- Eddie Vedder


AG

My Mom, Paula

Last night, my friend Mary called me crying because her mom had hung up on her. As she was talking to me, I grew more and more appreciative for my own mom. Paula is awesome and she loves me. I could Dexter someone and she'd bail me out. Yeah, loves me that much. She is always supportive and can make the worst situations seem better. And, she's hilarious.

I used to think my mom was a big lame. But, I was fourteen and everyone thinks their mom is a big lame when they're a young teen. Then I grew up and got less stupid and realized how cool Paula is. Yeah, sometimes we don't see eye to eye. And sometimes I think she needs a makeover, but overall my mom is the best mom in the whole world. I know everyone says that, but I'm the one that's actually right.

Here's a few things Paula has done for me that are awesome!

1. She told me when I was going to school that I needed to help people and do what I love instead of making money.

2. There was a vase of flowers waiting for me in my room when I came home for Spring Break.

3. She left me the Across the Universe soundtrack on my Senior homecoming night with a note that said, "for my homecoming queen!"

4. She went in Forever 21 with me and bought me a shirt because she knew I liked to look there, even though it was on the opposite side of the mall from her stores.

5. She has made me dinner every night since I was born and makes sure to leave me extras if I'm not there to eat.

6. She helped me put on an egg costume that I made for my high school's production of Alice in Wonderland.

7. She called the insurance company and got my tow truck payment revoked after I got the car stuck in a hole.

Little things always mean the most. I love my mom!

RN

Stevie Wonder Impression

The REAL Sir Duke!

One day, back in our humble abode in 2 E. Hell, Alaska and I were doing something that had to do with Stevie Wonder. I can't remember what, but that doesn't matter. Anyway, I said "Stevie always plays like this." I promptly threw my head back, my eyes closed, and my mouth open. Using the coffee table as my piano, I played a short number, swaying back and forth emphatically. Alaska responded, "If you had hair like that, you'd play like that too." We laughed for hours.

Later, our lovely roommate Lovely Angelina put on a Stevie Wonder record and Sir Duke started playing. Alaska said, "This is the perfect song for your impression!" So we both threw our heads back, mouths wide and played Sir Duke on the coffee table along with Stevie.

Now, whenever Stevie (especially Sir Duke!) comes on, I have to do my impression. It never fails to get a laugh, and usually a, "that's EXACTLY what he looks like!" Yeah, I know, I'm awesome.

No, disrespect Steve, I just luv ya!

RN

Clarke's

I love Clarke's.

Clarke's is a diner in Belmont that is just awesome. Every time I go I always say, "I want to come here every day, once a week at least!" The food is good and the atmosphere is cool, and the best part is people watching through the window. They have breakfast all day which is the best shit ever, and really good milkshakes. I can't wait to go back.

Clarke's can brighten even the worst of days.

AG