Sunday, March 22, 2009
Middle School Throwback
I had a middle school throwback with Michelle Branch, Vanessa Carlton, Hoobastank, Black Eyed Peas and Avril Lavigne. Who knew Outkast was so profane? This show won't be uploaded because it is music heavy and unfortunately, that means it cannot go online. Moral of the story? Try to tune in as often as possible!
Sunday, March 15, 2009
FORGET THIS!!!
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Ok, breathe. Count your blessings.
1. My laptop is still working.
2. I have Internet.
3. I ate dinner.
4. I am still alive.
5. I am not injured.
6. I learned to turn the lights on in the studio when they automatically shut off.
I was not going to write this "Forget This" post, but now I think I will. It was originally going to be titled "To Hell with This," but I thought that was too vulgar.
Why did I want to write this?
1. I was eating dinner alone next to a pillar where no one could see me by myself.
2. I didn't have a book. How lame is that? I had no way to defend myself from having a neon sign thrust above my head that flashed "LOSER. EATS ALONE."
3. Even though everyone who finds out that I have a radio show thinks it's cool, no one listens to it. I have started talking to myself for an hour for content.
4. I am barely motivated to continue. What in the world do I have to say anyway? And if I have something to say, who will listen?
5. I was thinking about this, as losers who eat alone tend to do (that is, dwell on their own sorrows), and thought, "Why am I even ALIVE?"
Why was I almost not going to write this?
1. Someone in the Caf had the gall to remove the rain from my parade.
She exclaimed, "Hey, K SQUAAAAAAARED."
"Hi," said I, my head resting on my fist (which was balled up in rage against the world), my mouth full of lettuce and cucumbers laced with balsamic vinegar and EVOO, feeling like a loser bunny.
She asked, "How's your radio show going?"
"It's going alright," I replied, my rain cloud lifting against my will as my Eeyore-ish countenance brightened (I am such a sucker for personal interaction-- talk to me or even ask me a simple 'how are you' and I will begin to think you actually care about me) and I turned my head a smidgen to face her.
"Good, good. I think I'll be tuning in tonight." I twitched as I felt her hand clasping my shoulder.
2. The world brightened, my head starting spinning with possibilities for my show. I decided I was going to name it the "A" show in honor of her. I tried to think of all the "A" things that I could use in my show. There was an Awkward encounter in the bathroom where I bumped into a friend of mine as I gargled the leaves from my teeth. There was an Awww moment as I saw a couple walking together in the dark, lifting their hands in the dark as they encountered obstacles. There was an Attractive guy who walked my way.
3. Life was now awesome. My faith in happiness was renewed.
Why am I writing this now?
1. The Internet didn't work in the studio so I ended up going on millions of tangents instead and playing random songs. What else is new?
2. I made an epic fall, complete with an "AEUGH" sound that I didn't know I was capable of making as I tripped over an uneven part of the sidewalk. I wondered if I was bleeding. Dramatically, I imagined myself injured and gushing blood, unseen in the dark of the night and my jacket. I imagined scorning all those who saw me and feigned concern. I imagined dying. Ok, I didn't imagine dying. But I was pretty melodramatic in my head. In reality, two people walking ahead of me asked me if I was ok. For all they knew, I was being raped. Unfortunately, I replied that "Yeah," I was ok. When I realized that I was perfectly fine, I worried about my laptop and how unfortunate it would be for it to have been broken. I wouldn't be able to graduate. I would have to drop out of Pepperdine and start flipping burgers and cutting hair. Actually, I would have to spend some money to buy a new one to graduate. Which almost seemed worse, because that option did not quite indulge my inner drama queen.
3. MY SHOW DID NOT RECORD. In my haste to get out of the studio and calm of being by myself having figured out how to turn the lights on, I did not click "finalize." ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Ok, breathe. Count your blessings.
1. My laptop is still working.
2. I have Internet.
3. I ate dinner.
4. I am still alive.
5. I am not injured.
6. I learned to turn the lights on in the studio when they automatically shut off.
I was not going to write this "Forget This" post, but now I think I will. It was originally going to be titled "To Hell with This," but I thought that was too vulgar.
Why did I want to write this?
1. I was eating dinner alone next to a pillar where no one could see me by myself.
2. I didn't have a book. How lame is that? I had no way to defend myself from having a neon sign thrust above my head that flashed "LOSER. EATS ALONE."
3. Even though everyone who finds out that I have a radio show thinks it's cool, no one listens to it. I have started talking to myself for an hour for content.
4. I am barely motivated to continue. What in the world do I have to say anyway? And if I have something to say, who will listen?
5. I was thinking about this, as losers who eat alone tend to do (that is, dwell on their own sorrows), and thought, "Why am I even ALIVE?"
Why was I almost not going to write this?
1. Someone in the Caf had the gall to remove the rain from my parade.
She exclaimed, "Hey, K SQUAAAAAAARED."
"Hi," said I, my head resting on my fist (which was balled up in rage against the world), my mouth full of lettuce and cucumbers laced with balsamic vinegar and EVOO, feeling like a loser bunny.
She asked, "How's your radio show going?"
"It's going alright," I replied, my rain cloud lifting against my will as my Eeyore-ish countenance brightened (I am such a sucker for personal interaction-- talk to me or even ask me a simple 'how are you' and I will begin to think you actually care about me) and I turned my head a smidgen to face her.
"Good, good. I think I'll be tuning in tonight." I twitched as I felt her hand clasping my shoulder.
2. The world brightened, my head starting spinning with possibilities for my show. I decided I was going to name it the "A" show in honor of her. I tried to think of all the "A" things that I could use in my show. There was an Awkward encounter in the bathroom where I bumped into a friend of mine as I gargled the leaves from my teeth. There was an Awww moment as I saw a couple walking together in the dark, lifting their hands in the dark as they encountered obstacles. There was an Attractive guy who walked my way.
3. Life was now awesome. My faith in happiness was renewed.
Why am I writing this now?
1. The Internet didn't work in the studio so I ended up going on millions of tangents instead and playing random songs. What else is new?
2. I made an epic fall, complete with an "AEUGH" sound that I didn't know I was capable of making as I tripped over an uneven part of the sidewalk. I wondered if I was bleeding. Dramatically, I imagined myself injured and gushing blood, unseen in the dark of the night and my jacket. I imagined scorning all those who saw me and feigned concern. I imagined dying. Ok, I didn't imagine dying. But I was pretty melodramatic in my head. In reality, two people walking ahead of me asked me if I was ok. For all they knew, I was being raped. Unfortunately, I replied that "Yeah," I was ok. When I realized that I was perfectly fine, I worried about my laptop and how unfortunate it would be for it to have been broken. I wouldn't be able to graduate. I would have to drop out of Pepperdine and start flipping burgers and cutting hair. Actually, I would have to spend some money to buy a new one to graduate. Which almost seemed worse, because that option did not quite indulge my inner drama queen.
3. MY SHOW DID NOT RECORD. In my haste to get out of the studio and calm of being by myself having figured out how to turn the lights on, I did not click "finalize." ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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