I now present to you of Montreal.
What do you get when you combine hidden Easter eggs of allusion thrown into deliberately jumbled and richly imagined lyrics, insanely original song titles (“Erroneous Escape into Erik Eckles,” “Death Dance Of Omipapas And Sons,” “Y the Quale and Vaguely Bird Noisily Enjoying Their Forbidden Tryst,” to name a few), and jangly, upbeat, ridiculously catchy melodies? The answer is elementary, my dear Watson–that particularly winning formula gives you get the quirky, always fresh, always fun band of Montreal! As my lovely Jess would say: IT’S LIKE AN ORGASM IN MY EAR!
They’re definitely not a new band; they’ve been around for quite some time. I hardcore loved them when I first discovered them around the latter years of high school, but some reason or another they dropped off my personal radar around freshman year of college, BUT! brb downloading anything and everything they have done since 2007. Time to make up for three years of not having of Montreal in my life!
Not a super big fan of KiD CuDi, but fuck me if I can’t stop listening to various remixes of “Pursuit of Happiness.”
I’m on the pursuit of happiness and I know everything that shine ain’t always gonna be gold, hey,
I’ll be fine once I get it, I’ll be good.
Well, 2009, where do I start? Let’s start with a hefty “Fuck you!” because this year was littered with more hurt than I’d like to recall. RIP to the one that I have loved the most, who has had an enormous hand in raising me. Goodbye to people that I thought were friends, but have turned out to be happy to throw knives in my back. Yet because I don’t want to make this a heavy post, I’m going to see this as a positive! Who needs them?
But I can’t forget the good times! I became much closer to people that I know will be my true friends, had amazing experiences and times with said friends. I’d like to think that I’m no longer naive about people–in that I’m a bit more wary. Though I can’t say that I’ve done a lot this year, I think I’ve expanded in the cerebral sense. The former sentence may or may not make sense because I am currently sporting a minor headache and am extremely sleepy. I’M SUCH A PARTY ANIMAL.
Hope that your new year is full of joy and happiness, prosperity and love! Though resolutions shouldn’t just be for the new year–I know that I already have mine! HERE’S TO A 2010, RING IN THE NEW DECADE!
I’d write an entry about how much I loathe, despite, and abhor this atrocious phenomenon, Twilight (or Twatlight, as I like to gleefully refer to it), but I feel like these people sum it up much better than I ever could–plus they could actually stomach the books, which I couldn’t, so.
On a similar note, my lanta, these are some scary looking panties…
As a child I’ve always had an enormous imagination. I’d drag my sister into playing pretend with me, playing out the stories and scenes that were constantly in my mind. When I’d stay over at my grandparents’ place, I’d have a grand time being myself, with my dolls and my stuffed animals, running around the house and in the backyard and putting on one-man shows that no one would see. I have always had an immense love of books and I still remember how astonished I was when my grandmother (perhaps getting sick of my voice laboriously reading every word aloud) taught me something – to read silently. It was a revelation that blew my five year old mind and from then on, I had been devouring books and stories at an incredible rate.
I’m not sure when I decided that I wanted to write my own things, but I do remember taking out a notebook at the age of ten, laying down on my stomach on the couch of my living room. My first foray into the vast world of fiction. It was a short story about two boys and two girls, and I worked long and hard over it, pen scratching out the things that I didn’t like, and inserting things that I wanted to add. Soon I graduated to the computer and when inspired, I would get up early on the weekends so I could work more.
Ever since then, I’ve been writing on and off. I’m almost embarrassed to dig out my old “manuscripts” buried in random places in my room, or look up old files on my home desktop, but I do like to see the progression throughout the years. I’ve been writing short stories and things on and off but I’m waaaay to shy to show them to anyone, mainly because I think I suck. A lot. :[ However, I did show Darryl the first paragraph of a vampire short story piece I was writing… so maybe I’ll get over this self-consciousness and listen to my friends when they say that I am in fact not teh sux00rz and I rock?
And it’s mid-November and too many people I know are participating in NaNoWriMo. I wish I could too, but as always, I lack ideas and inspiration, and I doubt that I could write a novel that isn’t pointless filler. Maybe one day, someday, I don’t know. Anyway, I just finished an interview awhile ago – an email popped up in my school account looking for people to write an article or two about the evils of big tobacco. It’s not a subject that I’m extremely passionate about, but I thought it would be a fantastic way to tiptoe into the intimidating yet exciting world of journalism. My deadline is January 4th, 2010. Wish me luck!
Why is that every time I have something terribly important to do, I wind up doing at 12 AM because I thought that dicking around in the interwebz was much more important than doing my work? (Case in point – the wonderful man spam at ONTD, in which I was an active participant.) Welps, here goes another night spent in front of my laptop furiously bsing a paper (thank the lord it’s a rough draft), leaving me red eyed and anxious at the lovely time of four in the morning! Oops.
This Is Just To Say
I have eaten
that were in
you were probably
they were delicious
and so cold.
— William Carlos Williams
The Word Plum
The world plum is delicious
put and push, luxury of
self-love, and savoring murmur
full in the mouth and falling
pierced, bitten, provoked into
juice, and tart flesh
and reply, lip and toungue
— Helen Chasin
;) thank you leslie for sending me these luscious poems!