Record Breaking

My house has turned into utter chaos. There are nine people and a dog living in my modest bi-level home. The dog has started eating our sofa. Whether she is doing it out of boredom or spite is still in question. I watched golf for 3 hours yesterday and didn't fall asleep once. In my dad's effort to help with the flood, he made us time all our showers this morning with the microwave timer and mine couldn't last more than four minutes. For some reason my mom is making turkey with all the fixings for lunch. Also, she is wearing shorts. My sister has a Facebook and has been on it constantly, and announces to all of us when she gets a new friend. It's the simple things in life that excite her, apparently. Apparently, Barack and Leslie decided that the world is not ready for the Gemocrat party. I guess I'm going to spend all day downloading music. Save me.

Midwest Divas.

Dreams came true and my life was changed last night when Cody and I roadtripped to Minneapolis to See Leslie and the LY's. Unfortunately, it's back to reality now with the Fargo flood. I don't think I have ever been more terrified in my life. I want to go help with sandbagging efforts, but right now I don't even think I can drive my car to Nemzek because it is snowing yet again.

I believe that if Leslie Hall and Barack Obama combined forces and became the Gemocrat party, they could come to Fargo and save us from the rising flood waters with gold spandex, glitter, and buckets to bail us out of the flood waters. It makes me feel good to know that even in a time of crisis, I can still be witty.

Someone please explain to me how this is math:

According to my math textbook, I can use a truth table to determine that George Washington was not the king of England. WTF.

Release your inhibitions

I really need to get over this unhealthy obsession I have with control. Human beings are cruel. Life is cruel. There are some things I can't make better, just because I want them to be, and that drives me crazy. There are so many people I care about that I would trade places with, just so they didn't have to deal with their pain. I'm not trying to sound like a saint or a martyr, because I'm probably the furthest thing from one. What I really want to do is be the person that everyone goes with their problems, so I can be the one to make them magically go away and get all the credit for it. I guess I'm more selfish than selfless.

I wish I could just stand on a rooftop and shout all my emotions, with the knowledge that the people that needed to hear them, would. Along with control, I need to let myself open up. I can't blame the past anymore. I should be over all of that.

Whatever. Amos Lee says it best:
nothing is more powerful than beauty in a wicked world.

Remember when snow days stacked right up there with Christmas? We were perfectly content with not going to school, spending half an hour getting bundled up to go outside for 5 minutes, and sitting at home with your mom all day baking cookies and watching a movie. Pretty sure I was not perfectly content with any of that today, except the whole not having class thing. Not that my mom and I baked cookies together or anything, but I'm pretty sure we watched some shitty Lifetime movie together, and if I wasn't on the internet, I was either texting or napping. I cannot wait to peace out of here tomorrow morning, even if it means leaving at 5 A.M. and facing what will most likely be a trecherous and boring 7 hour drive to the airport. The warm weather and Disney will be well worth it.

Tonight's episode of American Idol proves that no one should sing Michael Jackson songs but Michael Jackson. Apparently he is calling his tour "This Is It". I don't like the finality in that. I can't see MJ pulling a Cher, and having like 5 farewell tours. If only I would have been born earlier. Thanks, Mom and Dad.

I can't believe I did this.

How many times did I tell myself I wasn't going to get a blog? At least 70. I feel bad for my journal. It's got like 50 pages that I attempted to write on. Some of them simpy contain a date and a time stamp. Others have sentence fragments such as, "I swear to God...", "I think that...fuck, writer's block.", and "Today I made a turkey sandwich." I posted a few journal-like entries as Facebook notes, and while I was able to get out a steady flow of words that didn't have to do with what I made for lunch, I felt like posting my thoughts on Facebook seemed like a desperate plea for someone to offer me encouragement, or better yet, just tell me what to write. Actually, I don't see how this blog is any different. Fuck.

I am so thankful that Fargo Coffee Co. exists. Finally, a place where I can go at any hour of the day or night, to drink shitty coffee, sit around, watch TV, and do nothing while actually being out in public. Genius. There's nothing better than being obnoxious while watching Chelsea Lately with Jacob in the presence of strangers.

On March 24, one of my dreams will be fulfilled when I get to see Leslie Hall live in concert.

I thought another one of my dreams would be fulfilled when Michael Jackson announced a comeback tour. When he says tour, he means 10 concerts, all in London, starting July 8th. He better televise that shit.

Thank God I live in a region of the United States where it snows ALL THE TIME. There's nothing I enjoy more than navigating my little Alero through narrow streets going 10 MPH and crying behind the wheel because my ice-coated windshield wipers don't work and there is no place to pull over because I'm on a college campus during prime class hours.

"Blood on the Dance Floor" is easily one of the best songs MJ released in the '90s. It's a shame that more people don't know about it.

So I think I have this blog because I really want a celebrity to read it.