Champagne for my real friends

List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they're not any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying now, shaping your spring. Post these instructions in your LJ along with your 7 songs. Then tag 7 other people to see what they're listening to.

My 7:
1. Ever Fallen In Love - Buzzcocks
2. Train, Train - Dolly Parton
3. In My Life - Johnny Cash
4. Carousel - Iron & Wine
5. In the Summertime - Mungo Jerry
6. Widow's Grove - Tom Waits
7. Waiting - Green Day

I don't even know if there are seven people who read this, but if you're reading this, do it!

Friends only, comment.

I love making lists, so here is one.

Movies everyone should watch and learn from:

The Muppet Movie

Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory

The Wedding Singer

Most Disney movies

WANTED: someone to call me with good news

I deserve to hear nice things, too.  Not that I don't like helping friends out in their time of need.  It's just a real bummer when no one calls me to tell me any good news.  Like, you know, that they got married or something.  Why on earth would anyone ever call to tell me that?  I don't know.  Someone tell me, seriously.

Also, perhaps someone would like to accompany me to the East Coast Gem, Mineral and Fossil Expedition that I somehow manage to miss EVERY FUCKING YEAR.  I can either go on Friday afternoon or Sunday afternoon.  So, if you would like to go with me to the Big E fairgrounds and see beautiful objects that came out of the ground, then please let me know before this weekend.

http://www.mzexpos.com/eastcoast_dealer_list.htm

All these people are going.

I just finished the last Harry Potter book.

I picked it up at 1:10 pm today and have been reading it, on and off, since then.  

As soon as I got in the car with it, I just felt very odd and was terribly afraid that I'd die in a car accident on the way home from the bookstore, having never known the fate of the characters.  But, I made it home.  

It was so hard to open the book and start reading.  I felt so conflicted - half of me needed to know what happened, and how it all ended, but the other half loved reading the books so much that I couldn't imagine not having more to look forward to.  But, curiousity won out, and I started reading.

I probably would have had it finished about an hour ago.  However, about 100 pages away from the end, I began sobbing uncontrollably.  Every time I managed to calm myself down, I would open the book again but immedietly start crying again as soon as I read a sentence.

I finally pushed through to the end.

I just....I don't know what to do with myself now.  I don't get how people who don't even exist can be so real.

It's just such an amazing story and I'm so glad I got to be a part of it.  I don't really care how corny that sounds right now.  I don't care that for the next two weeks, I will probably randomly burst into tears whenever I catch myself thinking of Harry Potter.

I just don't know what it's going to be like now that there's nothing left.

Then maybe you don't like what I brought
Well maybe I am not what you thought
But don't worry, you are not
What I thought you were either

It's too bad about the weather today, but it didn't really affect any of my plans.  I went to Home Depot with my dad to look at stuff for the new bathrooms and pick out some flowers to plant.  Then I went to Katie's house and watched a movie and drank tea and it was all very lovely.  On my way home, I stopped in to see Evan at work.  Now I am home, and I plan on writing letters to my penpals while it rains outside.  Maybe I will drink even more tea.  That would be exciting.

I think this month, or maybe just this summer overall, is signaling the end of an era and the beginning of new things.  I'm ready.

Don't be surprised if my posts become private, or friends only from now on.

Hey you
out there in the cold
getting lonely, getting cold, can you feel me
Hey you, Standing in the aisles
with itchy feet and fading smiles, can you feel me
Hey you, don't help them bury the light
Don't give in without a fight.

Hey you, out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone, would you touch me
Hey you, with your ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out, would you touch me
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone
Open your heart, i'm coming home

My sister's blog was a bad influence on me, and now I have to weigh in.

A few nights ago, I was sitting with my father and a few of his friends and a few of them began talking about the war.  They then proceeded to brag about how if they were over there in Iraq, they'd be shooting people left and right, not caring who they were, and that they'd feel okay about it, because it was their job.  These guys were acting as if war is no big deal.  It's just something that happens.  Shooting people wouldn't bother them in the slightest.

I literally wanted to scream at them.

I really would have liked to encourage these guys to go find a veteran of ANY war, and say this to their face.  Tell the veteran that if you had been in their shoes, you would have been totally fine with shooting up anyone who got in your way. Also tell the veteran that you'd be able to do this with no repurcussions or emotional baggage.  Then see what the veteran says.  I bet they would literally be speechless, or they'd punch you for being a dumb fuck.

I support the troops, wholeheartedly.  They're just trying to stay alive.  I understand that sometimes this means shooting even when they don't know who they're shooting at.

What outrages me is that there are people living safely in this country who seem to think that killing another human being and going through what these soldiers go through is easy.  If it's so fucking easy to go to a country halfway around the world and shoot people, why don't they join up themselves?  Then they can call me in 20 years and tell me how they feel about it.  They can tell me how much they like waking up random nights with horrible memories of things they saw.  Maybe for them, the whole post traumatic stress syndrome won't happen.  Right.

Why am I being called un-American for NOT wanting my country's soldiers to die in a war that I don't agree with?

I'm starting to wonder, have certain people always sucked and I've just now been made aware of it?  Curious.

I should get dressed.

I'm going to be broke for the rest of the summer, I can tell.  I am okay with this.

I cannot wait for the thunderstorm.

I am home.  This week was amazing.  I get to see Evan tomorrow before he leaves for three days and then I get to go to an amazing graduation celebration and camp out with two lovely ladies.
However, I also have to catch up on about ten million things now...
Oh, and Kim was arrested for attempted murder.  And guess who wrote the fucking article about it....figures.
Love it.

I want to see and hang out with everyone before I get my wisdom teeth out.  If you are reading this, and fall into the realm of "everyone" then call me.

"Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge
and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away
beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is
to be known."

"When you wake up in the morning, Pooh," said Piglet at last, "what's the first thing you say to yourself?" "What's for breakfast?" said Pooh. "What do you say, Piglet?" "I say, I wonder what's going to happen exciting today?" said Piglet. Pooh nodded thoughtfully. "It's the same thing," he said.

“Some people care too much, I think it's called love.” - Pooh

Baby Sitters Club and Sweet Valley Twin books? Check
Friendship bracelets?  Check
Penpal? Well, I just joined two penpal communities on Livejournal, so hopefully soon.

Alright, it is officially summertime.  You see, every summer, I revert back to being 10.  Well, not completely, since I do drink margaritas and I do adult things with my boyfriend that I don't feel like explicitly mentioning, but you know.

It's just my thing.

I'm going to go shower now and then make some more bracelets and beaded necklaces!

Woooooooooooo

My coolness or lack thereof is overwhelming at times.

Riding on the City of New Orleans,
Illinois Central Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders,
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail.
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields.
Passin' trains that have no names,
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.

Good morning America how are you?
Don't you know me I'm your native son,
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans,
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.

Dealin' card games with the old men in the club car.
Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score.
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor.
And the sons of pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel.
Mothers with their babes asleep,
Are rockin' to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.

Good morning America how are you?
Don't you know me I'm your native son,
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans,
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.

Nighttime on The City of New Orleans,
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee.
Half way home, we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea.
And all the towns and people seem
To fade into a bad dream
And the steel rails still ain't heard the news.
The conductor sings his song again,
The passengers will please refrain
This train's got the disappearing railroad blues.

Good night, America, how are you?
Don't you know me I'm your native son,
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans,
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.