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This is just me archiving the stamps I've gotten on various stamp/rate communities because I felt that they were cluttering up my profile page. I will tag this post "stamps" and whenever I get a new stamp it will go here instead of my profile page.

Stamp communities are a really fun way to kill time and I recommend trying one out when you have time and need something to do. Basically you fill out a little form (that can be about your personality, your appearance, or what you look for in a romantic partner) and the community members determine a "stamp" based on your responses. If you look, act or would be predictably be attracted to a particular celebrity or fictional character, that's the stamp you get. There's a plethora of stamp communities for all sorts of interests, but as you can see I stick with the musical communities. As you can also see, they can get pretty addicting.

( Behind the cut, because there's no point in cluttering up your friend's page too )

Cheers,
Amanda

Ah, my computer's audio is back. Sound is such a lovely thing.

Today was the last day of classes for the semester. Now I have to set up my Creative Writing portfolio and study for two finals. It shouldn't be too bad, I don't think.

Life is okay, at the moment.

Um...yeah.

Yesterday WNAZ, our college's radio station, hosted Guitar Hero/Rock Band night. Not a lot of people came, so it turned into "The WNAZ DJs Playing Beatles Rock Band And Being Awesome". I played the drums on "Yellow Submarine" and did rather decently. One of the other DJs said she wanted to sing "that song from like, the Target commercial", which turned out to be "Hello Goodbye".

Oh, how my inner Beatle-Maniac wanted to shake her.

Anywho, remember Axis Powers Hetalia, that manga I feel in love with sometime last year? I wrote about it here: http://fishnet-hamster.livejournal.com/171532.html

I bailed on the fandom after a while because the fangirls started freaking me out (STOP DRAWING LITHUANIA AND RUSSIA HAVING SEX. THAT IS SO HISTORICALLY FUCKED UP.), but recently I found the anime that had been made. Like the manga, it is hilarious in a really-shouldn't-be-hilarious-but-is sort of way. Also each episode is only five minutes long, so it only took me a few hours to watch two seasons. Neat-o.

I have some examples of the show behind this cut.

( The theme song will definitely get stuck in your head. You've been warned )

Only in Japan could this sort of thing happen.

Only.
In.
Japan.

You ever have one of those days where you say to yourself: "Screw it. I don't care what more needs to be done. I'm going to indulge myself!"?

Tonight is one of those nights for me.

My computer may be giving me a hassle, and I may have projects and other stuff to work on but DANGIT, I want to settle into bed early and read a book, so I'm going to!

I deserve it. In my Policy class we had to write proposed legislative bills and then present them to the class, who would vote on whether they passed or not. I worked myself brain-dead on my bill, especially considering that my project partner wasn't always helpful. Anywho, today we found out that our bill passed and we got an A on the project. I'm so happy and relieved that I feel I deserve a reward.

Our bill passed, but six people voted against it. The votes were confidential, but this one...ugh, she makes me want to swear...this one classmate of ours felt the need to announce to the class that she voted against it and why. First of all, this girl annoys the daylights out of me all the time, and she's in two of my classes so I have to put up with her way too often. Second...IT WAS AN ANONYMOUS VOTE ON A FAKE BILL. THAT MEANS NO ONE NEEDS TO KNOW HOW YOU VOTED AND WHY. Furthermore, it was A FAKE BILL. It doesn't need to be treated like it's going to become an actual bloody law! She just wanted to bring us down. It didn't work.

I was texting this ridiculously cute and awesome guy friend of mine who's also a Social Work major, and I complained about how 90% of the people in our major are irritating me now. He said that everyone in our major has gone insane. I agree. Christmas Break can't come soon enough. I need a month away from all these loonies.

Right, so that was my vent and ramble. Now, I'm going to have a little more fun with Stumble Upon, and then head to bed.

I love when I feel upbeat about things.

PS: This icon is from Mew's video for "Comforting Sounds". Check it out on Youtube. The song is beautiful, and so is the video.

Great googly moogly, that guy I texted is so cute.

According to the results:
You want government out of people's personal lives, but you appear to desire some continued government control over people's economic activities. There is no political party that represents your views. The Green Party does run many candidates with similar views, but the overall Green Party platform is much more socialistic than you are. You would need a mix of Democratic, Green, and Libertarian politicians in office to get the balance of freedom and social justice you desire. The ratio between these depends on how high up your dot is on the chart.

Yep, this pretty much suits me. Government shouldn't censor media nor determine what drugs are legal or illegal, but if schools, farms or health care could be improved through government intervention, then government should take action.

Agree? Disagree? Discuss!

PS: I chuckled at There is no political party that represents your views. YEAH I KNOW, MAN. I've known that for years.

So, I fell off the internet for a while and missed mooserevenge's birthday. Uh oh! To make up for it, here's a picspam of random funny stuff from some of my pic folders.

( HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! )

Just dropping in to say that I'm still alive and all that.

I'm on Thanksgiving Break. Mostly, I've been chilling at home, thinking about doing homework but procrastinating like you wouldn't believe.

I mentioned my recent discovery of Stumble Upon, right? SO ADDICTING! Aaaaah, I almost wish it didn't exist so I wouldn't waste so much time on it.

My most recent stumble is this: http://yooouuutuuube.com/v/?rows=24&cols=24&id=MKmQlPzf5YY&startZoom=1

I recommend it to any Led Zeppelin fans, fans of classic rock in general, or people who just like preeeeeety cooooooloooors and had a fondness for kaleidoscopes when they were young.


Yeah, that's it from here.

So I discovered the joy that is StumbleUpon today. Yeah, I know, I'm late to the party. Anyway, this is by far the most memorable thing I stumbled upon today:



THIS NEEDS TO BE MADE INTO A MOVIE.

(1) Reply to this post requesting a letter and I will assign you one.
(2) List (and upload, if you want) 10 songs that start with that particular letter.
(3) Post them in your journal with these instructions.

I got the letter W from imalumberjack27. I'm not at my own computer, so I can't upload anything. Ah well.

1. "What is Life" by George Harrison
2. "Winter" by Tori Amos
3. W*O*L*D by Harry Chapin
4. "Walk on the Wild Side" by Lou Reed
5. "Would?" by Alice in Chains
6. "Walking the Dog" by fun.
7. "War Pigs" by Black Sabbath
8. "Wicked Annabella" by The Kinks
9. "Whiter Shade of Pale" by Procol Harum
10. "Wrong Way" by Sublime

Whoo!

I actually have a lot of thoughts in my head that I'd like to write about. Hmmm, I'll have to whittle it down.

---I was tickled this evening when a friend of mine told me she had a conspiracy that I was actually from the 60s and that I had secretly traveled time to the present for a reason she had yet to figure out. To be honest, that's actually a sort of compliment to me. I've never fully "fit in" to this time period, whatever that may mean. When I was a kid, my favorite shows were mostly old sitcoms, the old-school Looney Toons cartoons and the retro cartoons that Cartoon Netwrok used to play. Man, I loved Top Cat, and Fat Albert, too. Hey, hey, hey! Ever since I was able to choose my own clothing I've been partial to tie-dye, flared jeans, bright colors and funky patterns. Not to mention my musical and cinematic tastes. Hmmm. The clues keep building up.

Maybe I am a time traveller, and I just didn't know until now. I wonder if I'll ever get to go back to the time where I belong.

---Last night I watched Jesus Christ Superstar for the first time with some friends in Emily's room (The original film version, not the remake). I enjoyed it, but I have to say I'm still partial to Godspell *points at self-made icon*. JCS was so very cynical and dour, while Godspell is more like "Whee, Christianity!" Don't get me wrong, I respect the story that JCS tells, but I get more of a sense of spiritual fulfillment from Godspell. With JCS, Jesus dies and everyone leaves in a giant bus, and I thought "That's it? It ends like that? No redemption, no emotional message to the audience?" whereas Godspell is a movie-length message. I like that.

While we were watching JCS last night, one of my friends said "I LOVE THIS PART!" right about when Jesus was being put on trial. I said something along the lines of "Your favorite part is when Jesus is being put to death?" and she replied "Yeah, this song is really cool!" Is it weird that statement made me feel uncomfortable? It's like saying "Yay! I'm watching a guy being flogged nearly to death, but the music is just superb!" I dunno, that just seemed awkward.

---Speaking of religion, I'm about 100% certain I dreamed the Hindu god Krishna kissed me last night. Except he was in human form, disguised as a janitor that was my age. He was vacuuming outside my dorm room, and I walked out to say hello and he wraps his arms around me, declares his love for me and that he had been searching so long for me (in a very beautiful Indian accent, I might add) and starts snogging me. The next thing I know, he lets go of me, smiles and waves. I start to uncontrollably float backwards down the hall when I notice his skin was turning blue and he was shifting into a Krishna-like form and just as I said "Whoa, are you-" he vanished. I kept floating down my hallway to what appeared to be the back room of a natural history museum, because it was filled with half-finished skeletons of mammoths and dinosaurs. I looked around the room, and that's when I woke up. Man, I love my subconscious.

When did it become one in the morning?

I just realized that my entries are becoming increasingly friends-only. I'm not sure I like that. I have no problem with other LJs being friends-only, but for some reason I've always wanted my journal to be more public than private.

Maybe I'm just changing. People do that.

I was actually thinking about that yesterday, how people change.

There's this girl at Nazareth that I graduated high school with. We're in the same major and have many of the same classes together. I consider her a good friend. Had you told me in high school I would be on friendly terms with this girl in college, I would've laughed in your face.

She wasn't totally a "prep", but she held herself to a higher regard than most people in school. She was a cheerleader, and acted like she cared more about make-up and guys than she did school. The icing on the cake was that she made fun of me because I was a nerd. Everyone in her little clique made fun of me for that.

So, when I find out she was going to the same college as me for the same major, I freaked out a bit. I didn't want her to follow me around, poking fun at my appearance or lack of boyfriend or who-knows-what for four years.

But when she got here, she became a totally different person. She's not shallow at all like she was in high school, I daresay she has a mind of her own. She's passionate about social work and she's really nice to everyone. It's like she's been replaced by a super-sweet clone or something.

While she was doing a presentation on suicide prevention in class yesterday, I thought about how people change. First of all, she is away from that clique she was in during high school, which may explain the shift. Second, don't we all change from who we were as teenagers? I sure hope we do.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized that her character change wasn't as dramatic as I once considered it to be. I've changed too since high school. I'm still a nerd, but back then I tried my butt off to fit in with the wannabe hipster indie kids at our school. I focused on listening to the most obscure bands I could, laughed at whatever jokes they made (which usually weren't funny and were usually at someone else's expense) and just tried to be just like them. Looking back, I can't believe I was that person. I value individuality and non-conformism so much, but the person I was back then was trying her hardest to fit into a group. What's funny is that if I were to hang out with these people tomorrow, we'd really have nothing in common. They'd probably look down on me for loving classic rock so much and dressing like a hippie, amongst other things.

This must happen to everybody. You're one person in high school, but college or other life events change you, make you more of who you really are. You try so hard to define yourself as a teenager by surrounding yourself with certain people. Once you're on your own and no longer have that group mentality (hopefully), it's amazing how quickly you change and become your true self.

Now I can't help but wonder if or how I've changed in my classmate's eyes.

Come to think of it, she didn't make fun of me that badly in high school. It was mostly her friends. Maybe I was the more judgmental one after all.

Hmm.

I just finished what I've taken to calling The Ultimate Sandwich. I got it at the Cab, and it contains the following:

-Bread (of course)
-Fried chicken tenders
-Hot sauce
-Onions
-Pepperjack cheese
-Jalepeno peppers

Mmmm...spicy.

Dude, can we talk about how IMPOSSIBLE it is to not dance when Michael Jackson is blasting in your ear?

Today I proved how much of a hick I truly am. I watched part of a NASCAR race AND part of a Bull-riding competition in one afternoon. I regret nothing!

In other news: Dooo000ooo0ood look at this trailer for "Nowhere Boy"!:



This looks genuinely good, and not just because I'm a Beatlemaniac. I really dig that the script was written by the same guy who wrote the script for Control, which was the gorgeous biopic of Ian Curtis. If Control was any indication, this will be honest, frank and accurate, yet beautiful at the same time. I am so excited about this movie!

Now when is that Syd Barrett movie coming out?

EDIT: Speaking of John, I got this at beatle_rating:



Neat.

I didn't get to go home today to see the kitties. Le sigh. My mom is really sick and doesn't want me to get whatever she has. I'm going next weekend, then. MARK MY WORDS.

Since that was my plan for Halloween, I had nothing to do tonight. I tried studying and ended up watching this movie that I had heard about called The Poughkeepsie Tapes. I didn't know a whole lot about the plot, but I heard that it was ridiculously scary, so I decided to watch it tonight.

You ever find yourself watching a movie and thinking "This really didn't need to be made?"

That's how I felt about The Poughkeepsie Tapes. It's a documentary-style movie about a psycho who kidnaps prostitutes in his basement and films himself torturing and killing them.

Oh...there are no words. I knew it was going to be scary but...damn.

The main reason this movie freaked me out was that it was a fictional account, but it was way too realistic. If it was based on a true story, I daresay I'd be more comfortable with it existing. But what sick bastard sits around thinking up a movie like this? How demented do you have to be?

I normally appreciate horror films, because it's fun to get a little shock or a rush of fear that you can walk away from after leaving the theater. But watching this was like looking into the absolute darkest part of humanity. It was so psychologically disturbing it's made me physically nauseous.

And who enjoys a movie like that? Who sits watching the screen thinking "Wow, this is something I really enjoy! Chicks gagged and tied up being yelled at by a guy in a basement? That's cinematic gold!"? How can people be so messed up?

Why are similar movies like "Saw" and "Hostel" so popular? What do people want out of these movies? They're high-budget snuff films, man. Like I said, some movies just don't need to be made. What I saw tonight was is one of them.

I should have just studied.

Hopefully you had a better Halloween than I did.

So, my mom wanted to get a new cat as soon as she was able to, because she's gets lonely being the only person in the house while I'm at school, and the goldfish can only provide so much companionship.

She went to the local Humane Society with the intention to get a cat, not a kitten. A kitten would tear up furniture and be hard to care for since she has to work and all. So, she wanted an actual cat.

Long story short, she ended up with two kittens. They were both declawed, which means the furniture is safe. They're brother and sister, and the people in charge didn't want to split them up. So she went looking for a cat and came back with two kittens.

( Here's what they look like )

Tomorrow, instead of staying for whatever Halloween festivities are happening here, I'm headed home to meet the new kitties. I am excited. But right now, I am bored.

My posts have been getting fewer and further between because classes have kept me pretty busy. Also, nothing of much interest has been happening.

My eyes are bloodshot because I've spent the past hour or so setting up a Facebook group for a Policy project. We have to draft a fake bill and lobby it to our classmates. Most people have used Facebook for lobbying. This group had better work. I'm really excited about the bill Kevin and I are proposing.

Patrick Wolf released his new album this past June. He had taken a totally new direction with his music and I have to admit that "Vulture" freaked me out and deterred any further interest in the new album. A few days ago, I stumbled upon The Bachelor (his new album) on last.fm and decided to finally give it a listen. AAAAAH SO GOOD. I'm still not a huge fan of "Vulture", but there's other tracks on this album that more than make up for it.

I've been listening to "Damaris" from this album a lot lately. It's inspired by a headstone in a church cemetery that Patrick saw when he was traveling in Ireland. The vicar of the church told him that the gravestone with just the name "Damaris" belonged to a gypsy girl who centuries ago was in love with the then-vicar's son. The son loved her madly as well. Unfortunately, the vicar forbid his son to marry a gypsy, and as a result Damaris killed herself. Patrick decided to write a song from the perspective of the vicar's son, and it is gorgeous.



Before I go, a meme stolen from erizabeff.

( Disney princesses behind this cut! )

Good night everybody!

I'd like to thank everyone for their super-kind words in my previous post. It was all greatly appreciated. I still miss Lucky, but I am comforted by the fact that he was loved and he lived a long and happy life.

Uh, what to talk about...

I have another Creative Writing workshop coming up, and I need to get crackin' on a second story. My first workshop piece was fiction, and everyone else has written more autobiographical pieces. I've thought about giving that a try. Then again, if everyone else has done it, why should I? Currently, I have three ideas floating about in my head:

-A non-fiction piece exploring the theme of death and its presence in my family. Death has been pretty omnipresent in my family. My mom works with the terminally ill, my great-grandfather and grandfather both dug graves in local graveyards, my great uncle used to have a headstone-carving business, and my grandmother used to take me to the local cemeteries to help maintain the lawn and flowers. I figure I could make something interesting out of that.

-Another non-fiction piece about death, but this time focusing on the death of my Great Uncle Robert. He died when he was five years old, and his death made a huge impact on my family. I feel this could also be interesting.

-Aight, this idea has a bit of a long backstory. Last week, I was sick and had this awful cough that was keeping me awake. I took some cough medication and as some of you may know, me+cough medication=amusing results. So, after taking some medication last week, I got stuck in this stage of not-quite-sleep-but dreaming, and I wake-dreamed a reinterpretation of The Little Mermaid. Instead of a mermaid, there was a merman. Yeah, two male lead characters. In my medicated state, I thought it was brilliant. I tried to write it down the next day until I realized that I know relatively nothing about living by the ocean, so it'd be impossible to write a story that took place on the seashore. However, I grew up very close to Lake Ontario, so I can write from that perspective. Long story short, my idea for a fiction piece would be a reinterpretation of The Little Mermaid with a freshwater merman falling in love with a human dude. Yep.

Which one do you think I should do?

President Obama won a Nobel Peace Prize. I like the guy, but I don't think just having good ideas is full merit for a Peace Prize. I dunno. I'm confused by it all.

I'm home for the weekend. Last night my uncle came to pick me up, and we saw the encore presentation of "Rifftrax Live: Plan 9 From Outer Space". If you know Mystery Science Theater 3000, then you know the guys of Rifftrax, they're the same folks. Unlike MST3K, Rifftrax tends to go after big-name films like Twilight, Harry Potter and The Grudge. But for this movie, they decided to rip on this awful B-movie called "Plan 9 From Outer Space". Bela Lugosi was somehow involved with it. Sometime last month, they relayed themselves making fun of the movie live via satellite to theaters across the country. My uncle and I missed that due to some car trouble. This encore was basically the exact same thing, but not live.

Anywho, it was hilarious. Classic MST-fare. I'd put it right up there with "A Touch of Satan" and "The Final Sacrifice". We were laughing so hard on the drive home I'm surprised we didn't crash.

I'm such a geek. But I'm cool with that.

Before we saw the movie, we wandered around the mall for a bit. I ended up in good ol' H&M, and since I didn't have my debit card on me, I ended up charging almost 70 dollars to my credit card. I felt really shallow and frivolous, but I've rarely ever been so willing to blow a wad of money on one article of clothing. Y'all should see this jacket. It's epic. Perhaps I'll post a photo.

I haven't worked out in WAY TOO LONG. With classes starting, I haven't been able to make time for working out recently, and I'm really starting to be disgusted at myself. It's like I never worked out at all. I seemed to have lost most of the muscle I worked to gain this summer, and I feel like a scrawny, lazy slob. Blegh.

That's all from me.

I wish there were more songs in the world like "Sister Ray". Gee whiz!

Sharing is Caring: for one week, recommend/share:
Day one: a song
Day two: a picture
Day three: a book/ebook/fanfic
Day four: a site
Day five: a youtube clip
Day six : a quote
Day seven : whatever tickles your fancy

DAY TWO: A PICTURE



This is the mural on the side of The Village Gate, which is an awesome place in Rochester to go...when the stores are open. Some of them have rather wonky hours.