This Week: Songs I Listen to Compulsively, Episode 1

Every week or so I listen to a handful of the same songs over and over again. New, old, all genres.

This week’s picks are:

 

1) Cherish the Day- Sade

2) Anything Could Happen – Ellie Goulding

3) Play – David Banner

4) TIE! Come and Get It – Selena Gomez vs. Out of My League – Fitz and the Tantrums

5) ) Escape – Enrique Iglesias

 

 

HOKAY! We all know that I love all 7 minutes and 20 seconds of Sade’s No Ordinary Love BUT I’ve been listening to THIS compulsively. Click on the name for a pop-up window of the video.

CHERISH THE DAY – Sade

Rate of listening:  Once a day.

Why:  That guitar makes my insides feel like they are going to fall out and hunk will have to stuff them back in.

 

And then we have…

ANYTHING COULD HAPPEN – Ellie Goulding

Rate of listening: Four or more times a day.

Why: It’s catchy as frick. The piano part is punchy. I don’t listen to her other songs but I would brush this one’s butthole hair if it asked me.

 

Don’t say I didn’t warn you…

PLAY- David Banner 

Rate of listening: Twice a day.

Why: It makes me feel terribly uncomfortable, yet I still think it’s one of the funniest songs (intentionally or not) to ever be written.

 

COME AND GET IT – Selena Gomez  and OUT OF MY LEAGUE – Fitz and the Tantrums

Rate of listening: Varies between two and three.

Why: Both songs have been out for over a year and I’m just now listening to them. Come and Get It is pretty sexy and Out of My League is just a jaunty tune to swing your arms to.

 

AND DRUMROLL!

Escape- Enrique Iglesias

Rate of Listening: Three to five times a day.

Why: I forgot about this song until I heard it on the radio last week. I spent money adding this song to my collection. I NEED IT. Have you heard those high notes? It makes me clap my hands and stomp one foot in such a way that I move in a circle when I do. Movie magic.

 

Thus concludes Songs I Listen to Compulsively. Join me next week for a whole new batch of mediocre songs I don’t stop playing until I hate them forever. :)

 

BYE.

<3 Lo

 

 

 

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FOURDEEN

Pick up the nearest book and flip to page 29. What’s the first word that jumps off the page? Use this word as your springboard for inspiration. If you need a boost, Google the word and see what images appear, and then go from there. 

Day 14 in a 30 challenge that ended a month ago.

“Kool-Aid” from Moshe Kasher’s Kasher in the Rye.

I googled it to see where in the lineup a Family Guy reference would place but surprisingly it came up with the “Kool-Aid Killer” hanging in the top spot. He allegedly poisoned his wife with Kool-Aid and prescription medicine. I was more of a flavored milk girl than a fruity beverage gal myself.

Speaking of prescription medicine, I had to take oxyhoohaa when I got my wisdom teeth out and nearly suffocated myself in my cat’s fur in my delirium. It was traumatic for both of us. She has white fur so Kool-Aid would stain her indefinitely. My hair is kaka brown so when any attempt at dyed tips ended in a tint I’d like to market as bloody stool sample number 40.

I’m tired, rub my butt.

<3 Lo

 

 

Firteen

On day four, you wrote a post about losing something. Today, write about finding something.

Continuing on with the Writing 101 prompts. Day 13.

This week I found out that I love Kill Bill Vol. 1 & 2. I’ve been meaning to watch them and I finally got around to it. I had seen bits of Vol. 2 a couple years ago but I finally watched both straight through.

Today I found that I enjoy driving towards Lower Cape instead of driving back to Boston. Lower Cape eventually becomes a dead end unless there is a boat waiting for me at the tip of Provincetown that I wasn’t aware of. I had no purpose for driving that way but I was there and I was driving further and further away from home. I didn’t care. Well, I cared at first. When I started driving past the familiar turns and started noticing the turns that weren’t so familiar, I started to panic a little. Maybe I should put my GPS on. Maybe I should turn around and head back. Then I asked myself why? I wasn’t going to drive myself into the ocean. So I kept driving and it felt good. When I did have to turn around and head back home, I noticed I was feeling a little bit resentful. BUT I WANNA KEEP GOING. Will do some more soul searching to figure that one out.

In other news, I saw Randy from the show Say Yes to the Dress today while out and about on my adventures. It reminded me of how I want to be a starlet. Tehe.

ciao fluffanuttahs,

<3 Lo

 

Real World Conversation

Write a post inspired by a real-world conversation. Day 12.

I could get snarky and write a conversation I’ve had about MTV’s The Real World. Or I could write a song review of Matchbox 20′s hit “Real World.” The truth is I don’t really remember any notable conversations as of late. The last conversation I had was me explaining to my roommate what happened in the two Arthur episodes I watched while I was on the treadmill today. It wasn’t even really a conversation as much as it was me just talking at her about how Arthur was being a real jerk to Sue Ellen over the yak hair sweater she received from her pen pal in the Himalayas. The changed the animation and a lot of the voices. And Arthur’s has become a real sassafras*. At first it seemed unbearable but after a few minutes the show picked up and it was pretty funny. It served as my tether to the treadmill. 

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Moving away from my horrible attempt at the Writing 101 prompt, I’m excited to go home for the weekend. I miss my mom and my cats. I also miss eating real food. I’ve been making the same salad wrap every day for three weeks. It’s delicious but I’m very hungry. Now accepting donations to the Feed Lo Kirby Something Other Than 75 cent Chef Boyardi Beef Ravioli Although It’s Delicious but Very High in Sodium Fund. 

I’ve been interviewing a lot this week which is great because I just finished the second season of Orange is the New Black. Real divine intervention there. There’s only so much sitting on the couch and swatting away fruit flies one girl can do. I’m not sure of the origin of the fruit flies. They’re still an issue. More on that as it develops. 

Any plans for the 4th of July? People keep asking me but since moving I’ve been on a “one day at a time” schedule. Which pair of shorts (out of the two I own) will I wear today? I’m running low on toilet paper…should I hold it in? Should I have the salad wrap or the salad wrap? I think the flies are here because they saw the vacancy in my cupboards.

That’s changing soon though. Say prayers for me and stuff.

Ciao gigglebutts.

<3 Lo

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(*I’m aware this is not what this word means. I like it anyways.)

Loss

Day Four of the Writing101 Challenge.

Write about a loss. Something or someone who isn’t in your life any longer.

For this question I didn’t want to talk about obvious loss like death, moving,  graduating from school, or that time I got my wisdom teeth out and lost all sensation in my bottom lip for a year. Tehe. Loss doesn’t have to be bad at all.

One thing that I don’t have in my life any longer (or at least most of the time) is the overbearing feeling of caring what other people think of me or being embarrassed of myself. That isn’t to say I don’t have days where I feel uncomfortable in my own skin or feel a bit anxious around others. I think that happens to everyone. BUT being embarrassed to speak up for yourself or to worry if others will like you and/or your creative work is bullshit. Just do what you like. That goes without saying if you’re hurting others and being an all around asshole, then cut that shit out, but other than that YOU DO YOU BABY.

I’ve always been incredibly shy and afraid of people thinking my opinions were stupid. Maybe my opinions were stupid but that doesn’t make them any less valid or worthy of sharing. I grew up desperately avoiding the possibility of ever being wrong. Instead of trying and failing, I wouldn’t even try. Horrible mistake. It’s like in Finding Nemo when Dory advises Marlin about how he smothers Nemo.

“Well, you can’t never let anything happen to him, then nothing would ever happen to him.”

It sounds like what I was doing to myself. Impeding my own growth by trying to protect myself. My fears were based on situations that were probably never going to happen, and if they did, the damage would only last a few seconds.

What’s the big deal? Am I going to be right ALL THE TIME? Absolutely not. In fact, I’m usually wrong about a lot of things but at least it’s the quickest way for me to learn.

*cracks knuckles*

SO, in conclusion, don’t ever feel embarrassed about yourself. Whether it’s something you tried and failed at or something you did that didn’t turn out the way you thought it would.

Just relax. It doesn’t matter.

If someone judges you or makes you feel inferior about something you tried, then they are dealing with something deeper than what you’re doing. Constructive criticism is a wonderful tool but if it’s criticism for the sake of criticizing- don’t take it as the indisputable truth. In any case, as my dear mother RuPaul says “Your opinion of me is none of my business.”

Be wrong, feel silly, and do what you feel is fulfilling and true for you. There are great lessons in those moments.

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K bye my loveducks.

<3 Lo

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The Three Most Important Songs

Crapcakes this is a hard question. Day 3 of the Writing 101 prompt. 

What are the 3 most important songs to me and what do they mean to you?

I have a list in my phone of the songs I LOVE and are go-to songs for when I feel great or what I feel like shit. But thinking about what songs are most important to me is difficult. I might even come back and edit this post if I remember a song that’s significant.

1) Losing My Religion, R.E.M- This song has always been a favorite of my mom and I. I think of her when I hear it, but it has a deeper meaning for me. Before I knew she loved it, I heard it and thought it was a perfect song. I was a sensitive kid and it transferred over to being a sensitive teenager which transferred over to me being a sensitive, semi-functional pre-adult. I would say young adult but I found a couple white hairs the other day. I’ve been overdramatic and lovesick since the 1st grade and this song makes me flap my arms around and also crumble with sadness, which to me, is a perfect combination. 

2) Aerith’s Theme, Nobuo Uematsu- This song is the reason I begged for the violin I never played once I got it. My brother played the Final Fantasy games and I loved watching. I was first taken with Tifa’s theme in FFVII. As KaZaA and LimeWire infected our family GateWay moo-moo computer, I tried downloading Tifa’s theme and ended up getting the orchestrated version off the Advent Children soundtrack. Now that I had that song riddled with malware, I decided to downloaded ALL the songs off the Advent Children soundtrack. I heard Aerith’s Theme and it was game over. *silently stares at you* GET IT?! *snorts*. Sorry. But this song is nothing short of an emotional and spiritual experience. There’s a sweet sadness to it but also a crazy build that, as cliche as it sounds, makes my chest swell as the song grows. It also brought one of my great friends and I together. Sophomore year of college I had gone to the aquarium and taken video of all the fish and a big turtle. Back when I knew how to manipulate video on a PC, I edited the footage together and added Aerith’s Theme as the background music. I posted it to Facebook and my friend saw it (I’m not sure how, I think it was through a mutual friend and back then you friended EVERYONE on Facebook, regardless if you knew them or not). We started talking about our mutual love and Nobuo Uematsu and here we are, BUDS five years later. So, great song 143.

And yes, if you were wondering, I did get the game version of Tifa’s theme AND a piano version, for good measure. 

3) Crap, I don’t know! I only get 3? How about 5? Maybe 10? Fine, thanks for the Sophie’s Choice here, Daily Post.

The official # 3…

3) The Promise, When in Rome- This is a wildcard that may get changed if I realize I’ve made a horrible mistake. This is one of those songs that if I hear it at a restaurant or in a bar, I want to climb on a table and tell everyone to shut up because I want to hear it and cry. I love 80s pop songs along the same vein, e.g. Hold Me Now by the Thompson Twins and Head Over Heels by Tears for Fears, but this is the king of them all. I first heard it at the end of Napoleon Dynamite and I was shocked I hadn’t heard of it before then. Again, it’s sad yet has an upbeat, arm flailing, chest clenching rhythm. Every time I hear it, I get emotional and what to play it 300 more times. It’s on hear because god dammit, I love it, and that makes it important enough.

 

Honorable Mentions:

You Turn Me On, Joni Mitchell- I love singing to this song. It’s breezy and goes by way too quickly that I have to play it a few times in row to feel satisfied. 

The Twin Peaks Theme Song, Angelo Badalamenti- Over the winter I watched Twin Peaks for the first time. It’s adhered itself to my soul. 

 

I’m interested in seeing what other participants of Writing 101 say. Time to do some snooping on your blogs.

ciao, creepy crullers.

<3 Lo

PS. Please follow me on Twitter! I’m trying to get accepted on a humor website and I need 18 more followers to qualify! @LoloVonK. 

Falling Behind, A Room with a View

I’ve been in Colorado for the past few days. 

I haven’t had access to my laptop because I was too busy getting nosebleeds in the Mountains of Vail.

SO it’s time from the Writing 101 Challenge, DAY TWO. Where would I travel to if I could go anywhere in the world, RIGHT NOW? I don’t like long posts, so I won’t be doing the twist to the challenge today. 

If I could go anywhere right now, other than my bed back home or at my mom’s house to give my cat extra kisses, I’d like to be at a local comedy show. I’ve taken classes and seen shows at my  alma mater/mothership, ImprovBoston, and there something about it, whether driving or walking past it and especially walking into it, my heart starts racing like the way you feel when you’re about to go on a first date. I think it’s a mix between memories of being scared shitless to go in for class or to be in the same room with some of the funniest people in Massachusetts. It’s exhilarating and terrifying and great. 

It’s like walking into your old elementary school and breathing in. The smell makes all the anxiety ridden memories come back. Like that time I did a somersault during story-time and I didn’t get a sticker for good behavior at the end of the day. It was horrible. 

I love comedy, I love the camaraderie of it, and I love watching people succeed in doing something they love. It’s inspiring and motivating and reminds me why I do what I do. Sometimes you get so caught up trying to figure out your own story and what your porpoise is. Mine’s Porky the Porpoise. But it’s a reminder that if you love what you do, you’re doing good for yourself and others. Which is cool or whatever. *belch*

Okay kids, good luck to everyone participating in Writing 101. 

Follow me on Twitter @LoloVonK where I make jokes that don’t make sense.

ciao dinglehoppers. 

<3 Lo

 

 

 

In Which I Have Visions

Hey quackmonkeys,

It’s a little known fact, aside from close friends knowing, that I’m pretty intuitive. I get weird/accurate gut feelings about situations, I manifest people and items quickly, and I’m pretty good at those flash cards Venkman tests those kids with at the beginning of Ghostbusters.

But last night was extra woo-woo. I had a dream that my aunt slipped while out in the snow and had to go to the emergency room. She had to be hooked up to breathing machines, have X-rays, etc.

Pretty simple dream. Short and weird. I woke up, rolled over, and went back to sleep and dreamt that I was a French duck-lawyer, trying to solve my case.

I forgot about the dream and went to work. It wasn’t until later this afternoon, when my mom texted me to say that my aunt  (same accident-prone dream aunt) was in the emergency room, that I remembered it. She had to get her lungs checked out and do breathing tests for an injury she got while out in the snow.

WEIRD, HUH?

What’s also weird is that I curled my hair and now I smell like burnt fur. I can’t wait to charm all the boys.

Anyways, peace-love-and duck-lawyers!

Lolo von Quackenthecases.

GooGooBooBoo

Hi kittens,

And hello to you guys too, but I’m mainly talking to my expansive kitten audience.

I haven’t been feeling very well (kittens, come lay on me please) so that’s why I’ve been mysteriously been absent from WordPressistan. 

But lots of crazy things are happening! Like…

I painted my nails black!

I downloaded a song!

I brushed my hair!

I AM very excited to tell you some big news coming up, but not yet, I don’t put out on the first date. Or the 108th blog post. I don’t know if this is 108, but it should be. It’s a nice number.

I’m working on getting pictures together for my post about my Showcase. My mother is sending me all the pictures she took, but she doesn’t have a smartphone so I’ll probably be getting them sometime in the next 6 months. 

Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing with no owning a smartphone. But when you own a piece of shit and you don’t know how to work the piece of shit and your house is a dead zone then the results may vary. 

Also, if you’re wondering, which I know you’re not but I don’t care this is my blog so I’m going to tell you anyways, I titled this GooGooBooBoo because I’m being a big baby and taking a nappy because I don’t feel good. Please someone wipe my ass for me. I’m tired and sad. 

Okay! That’s all for me. 

See you next time, my Hooked-on-Bonnets!

Dying

Hi kids!

I think I’m dying.

Not really but I’ve been super tired so it feels a lot like dying.

I did my showcase! 

I think I did really well, but I’ll make a nice big separate post with pictures and stuff!

But I still need to get through this friggen Blog Challenge.

DAY 19!

What do you collect?

Aside from a jar of hearts?

I don’t try to collect anything, but I think my shoes are quite the collection. 

As you’ve seen my platforms and my space shoes, and in my next post you’ll see the shoes I wore for my comedy showcase. 

Oh, I guess I collect anything every to do with the X-Files in the history of earth.

Teehee.

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I think it’s my nappy-bye time. 

Until next time my little codfish smugglers!