heard this song on the radio as I was pulling up to my house, really liked it, must investigate rest of the album

Totally just had a dance-off with myself to Michael Jackson songs.

Wow, its been so long since I've done that! I used to do it all the time at college when various roomies were absent.

And the music is still playing, so I'm off to kill whatever energy I've been blessed with today!

Date:	2009-11-08 00:33
Subject:	That boy at the goods!
Security:	Public
Mood:	contemplative

So sort of begged my youngest sister to see 'This Is it' with me. The one friend who I thought would enjoy it never responded to me...about seeing it, or anything else actually. But that isn't want this post is about. Some people always stir my own creative juices when I am exposed to their works, Beethoven, Michelangelo, Steinbeck, ERB, Bowie and Michael Jackson. Without a doubt, some various VH1 marathons are responsible for me going off on some mental tangents and adventures.

I've never been a crazed fan of his, more a casual supporter. I don't own any of his albums, not for any reason, I've always liked his music, really loved his videos and been fascinated by him. Though, I never really went out of my way to hunt his material down--there were several days that I and one of my roommates lost to a marathon of his, I beleive it was about the anniversary of Thriller. We just left the house t.v. on and one of us between classes could be found in front of it taking in whatever was being offered to us.

I sort of felt that as a member of the generation that grew up knowing him not as the youngest of the Jackson 5, but as the King of Pop I owed it to myself and to him to see the movie. Here was a piece of my own cultural heritage and I wasn't about to let it pass me by.

We ended up going to a show two later than planned, at Arundel Mills. The original we didn't make it in time for and the second was sold out. Our ticket seller, Claude a small, wispy, middle-aged man with a retainer (who seemed like one of the sweetest souls) joked at first that it two was sold out,"I just wanted to see your faces!"

Then after killing about half an hour looking in the Disney Store and 5 Below (the new Disney princess dolls come with their pets! Chang comes with a little Little Brother!) we headed back to get our seats. Heading into the theatre we posed with giant statues of the Chipmunks. We then sat in my favorite row, the front elevated row, the one with the bar in front that can conveniently be used as a foot rest.

I made a last minute potty run and on my way back in saw some of our fellow 'This Is It' companions. Mostly middle aged black folk, there was one couple who must have been in their 60s, dressed up like it was Sunday morning, the woman was wearing a little church hat and the man a nice wool coat. They walked in with their arms clutched together, they looked more like they were going to a funeral than a movie. In a way they were, I suppose.

Lights dimmed, previews rolled, and the movie began.

I personally loved it, and I am so glad I caught it in the theatre. It deserved being seen that large, its the closest way to making it the stage performance it was meant to be. There is nothing small about it, not even the intimate moments. The audience I saw it with was amazing, probably a little over a dozen of us were scattered in the seats. Little clusters here and there. There were there with Michael, listening to him, laughing at his little asides or goofy moments. He's never outrageously goofy, he's a little more subtle in his humour, but it always seemed to pay off.

There were moments when the offstage dancers were clapping and snapping along with whatever Michael was singing at the moment. I could hear people behind me doing so as well. And everytime a number or part of a rehearsal number ended, there was enough of a pause in the film to allow for what my seatmates did--applaud. I can't deny that I didn't clap as well. Its a film that wants you to live in the moment with it, attempt to trick yourself that it really is a concert. To me it had that feel, an intimate concert with Michael and my newly found friends.

At one point, when he heads off to the left of the stage to sing and dance with the female guitarist (who is awesome) a stage fan starts blowing air up on them, drama and all. I don't know how it happened, I've never actually noticed air conditioning in theaters before, but at that moment a gust of air started blowing on me as well.

It was also amazing, how while watching it all of his oddities seemed to melt away. He wasn't the tabloid fodder, and I wasn't paying attention to how Dr.Seuss might be the one responsible for his nose, or his powder white skin. He didn't seem like the social pariah he had become over the last decade. He was Michael Jackson, he was at home, on stage. All that mattered was the song he was singing and dancing to. He seemed perfectly normal.

It took a while for the film to wrap up, credits rolling, the new song playing, and little bit extra at the end. As we left I saw the shadow of the older couple-- "That boy had the goods! No one can deny that," the gentleman said, and its so true.

Zzz.

Worked until 2am last night b/c of the switch to Christmas merch. That was after getting up, writing a paper, going to All Saints Mass (sooo long), editing the paper, driving up to B'more area to make apple pies w/Megs' family. By 'make' I mean show up with my pie plates--when I showed up her grandmother was like 'Oh you're the quiet one!' Mary was already there and she had been greeted with 'Oh you're the loud one!' Good to know were a weird pair like that. It was really like being with Megsx5 though, her mom, her aunt, her cousin and her grandma--along with her step-dad and uncle, all the women-folk in that family are SO much alike, her aunt would say something and I would think it was Megs talking. Her mom really reminds me of my aunt though. And I learned how to roll out pie crust, handy skill. Helps having a rolling pin that has both handles!

I drove back home, stopping at KFC for the madre, and b/c I was SO near Wegmen's I picked up some cookies for the store meeting. Dropped off the pies, sent off the paper which was due at midnight, and raced off to the store. The rest of the staff applauded, because I was 45 minutes late (I had called ahead to say that I would be though, the meeting was all about stuff I knew already, and I heard them planning it the day before.)

Then the fun began of rearranging things and making sure all of the proper displays were up, our Zone VP is scheduled to drop in this week, so as to avoid a whoopin' I was getting it all done when there were no customers to distract.


Also got a staff shirt that we are 'encouraged' to wear during the season. By the time I made it to the box only XL was left, so I don't think I will. But the sayings on the shirts are SOOOO random.

Bob is the gingerbread man that lives on top of the gingerbread lattes.

So Bob is on the shirts. The shirts will tell you one of three things about Bob, depending on the size shirt you have on.

1) Bob believes in Santa
2) Bob eats snow.
3) Bob loves holiday lawn ornaments.


Yes, I have shirt number 3. SO RANDOM (and potentially SO wrong)

I'm guessing they are trying to appeal to one of their larger audiences with this doll.



Here's the official description:

Barbie Palm Beach Sugar Daddy Ken Doll
Description:

* Head to Palm Beach with Barbie!
* Part of the elite Gold Label Collection, made with collectors in mind!
* Includes accessories and a certificate of authenticity.

Cool sophistication in breezy Palm Beach! Sporting a dashing jacquard-patterned jacket with a light pink polo shirt and crisp white pants, Ken doll is ready for Palm Beach social season, sunning by the pool and a stroll with his little companion. Fashion designed exclusively for the Silkstone Barbie doll body. Includes Ken doll, jacket, pink polo shirt, white shoes, dog with leash, swim trunks and accessories, doll stand and certificate of authenticity. For the adult collector. Order yours today!


Considering he is well over 50$ he is def. for the collector crowd. But his name...and his "little companion" a bit disturbing.

This comic pretty much sums up what Twilight means to me. I grabbed it off of twilight_sucks so I don't know who made it. But its awesome.






Edit:

Anonymous person told me who made the comic.

http://lucylou.livejournal.com/profile

Her journal looks pretty entertaining.

Writing paper on Jack London. JSTOR is failing me!! I picked him for a number of reasons,one of which I didn't think he was very obscure. Apparently he is just slightly out of date...all of the biographies of him I've found are from like the 1930s! gargh

Okay...so evil English prof was trying to be all helpful today. Whaaa?

We were taking our quiz and towards the end of it he asked me what my plans for Grad school were--then he started offering me advice. Am not used to this side of him. Weirdness.

I think he's trying to be a better prof now that we are down to 5 people.

Either way I have many papers due for him this week.

too bad I'm not of a trick or treating age...my Halloween costume is HOT. I don't know how I'm going to get through the event without melting into a puddle.

I'm being Amelia Earhart.

All started b/c I found a hat at 5 below for 4 dollah. Woo!

Using g'pa's bomber jacket, padre's white uniform scarf and the rest of the costume is actually my pirate costume from last year. hahaha. Brown pants, black boots, man's shirt that I tinted with tea.

looks pretty good, just wish I had goggles. I might make a last minute attempt to find some quidditch goggles.

Yaaay! Her temp is back below 100!

Okay need to eat either way before my night class or just hold off on eating until afterwards. I haven't caught up on enough sleep apparently, even though I got maybe 6 hrs last night I was fighting (and loosing) for a chunk of the first half of class. There are pen lines were my notes start to travel downthe page. And its not like I was bored. I wanted to hear what was going on. Then my teacher leapt in my face because the british were attacking Baltimore. I really like that class, and I've been giving it the short end of the stick b/c the other class is so absurdly demanding.

Anyways, we get back from our break, where I walked around the parking lot and got a drink.

Class starts again, I am taking notes, attentive, listening.

Snip.

Snip.

Snip.

Turn my head look at the woman sitting next to me.

She is clipping her cuticles. Her CUTICLES. *shudder* guuuh.

Apparently SHE is the one who wrote the "she said yes." Facebook status.

My other sister said they were trying to be like Heidi and Spencer--oh I hope not, I'd have to take drastic measures if I found myself related to them.

Also totally fell asleep reading my Maryland history book. I think the Chinese food leftovers I ate for lunch are partially to blame, zzzzzz.

So I'm waking myself up by writing a lengthier journal entry.


And! Pleasant Company is retiring the doll that I have. Kirsten. I don't like this. so I handed my parents the catalog and said that was what I wanted for Xmas. My last xmas gift from my grandmother was the Swedish drindl outfit for her. My Aunt bought the dolls so my grandmother could pickout which outfits she wanted to give us. Normally my grandmother made us gifts or brought us back things from her world travels, but she wasn't able to that year. I'd already spent several hours each year before that flipping through the catalog and wishing I had a doll from it. I always liked the outfits and the historicness of the whole thing. She's the pioneer doll, like the little house on the prairie books that my grandmother bought for me. She's Sweedish--my grandmother was half sweedish have norweigen. She's not a world doll like she used to bring home for me--I have alot of dolls from around the world. She has aspects of her 'story' in common with my grandmother's though. And there is a certain genericness to her, but she has meaning for me and I'd like to acquire a few more of her items before the only way to get them is Ebay.

They already phased out most of her clothing--I actually only own one item that is still available. Her Sari doll, go figure. So its a pretty easy xmas list. (and one of the outfits that they introduced since I last looked at the catalog has 'wooden' shoes--too bad they aren't really wooden, but still, adorable!)

Okay so...Jerber was playing a prank.

All my mom's excitement at going out and buying bridal magazines was crushed.

He's such a ding dong.

Also totally had people staring at me in church today, and not in a good way in a rude and aggressive way.

Just found out my sister is engaged via her 'fiance's' facebook page.

The day certainly started off with an unexpected twist.

So it will cost over 300$ to fix the paint damage on my car. Ugh. Not sure if its worth it or not.

Also, padre has a cold and I think the apple is trying to not fall far from the tree. Sniffy and stuffy. Grrrr.

His being sick lead to him sleeping oh the couch the other night since he couldn't sleep with my mom in their bed. And he couldn't sleep in my sister's room b/c his cousin was here. poor guy. he slept in my sister's bed last night, but apparently that didn't work out too well for him either.

Aw, I love my friends. (when they aren't driving me crazy ;) )

I asked R if I could borrow a copy of the Little Brown Handbook since I needed to write an outline according to its standards. I figured he would have it since he teaches the class it is used in. He brought it in, and I'm sitting here opening it for the first time and saw there is a little scrap of paper marking where outlines are in the book.

Also, my blue coat is taking FOREVER to dry. I've come to the conclusion it was part, like really part of more of a costume, it has snaps and buttons all along its edges. Plus I'm thinking it was hand dyed, as it has the blue gradiation on the outside and the inside lining. If nothing else I have a cool robe. I haven't had one of those since my Grandma died.

So went to the costume and prop sale at the Shakespeare Theatre today. Was totally worth the trip. If we had gotten there earlier no doubt would have come home with even more. I ended up coming home with two coats. Yup. Beats me what I am going to do with them. One was 5$, its sort of a short men's trench coat...or something, in a dark beige. I might just wear it as a fall coat, even though its a bit swimming. I like wearing coats large, I used to only wear my dad's coats--so this would be in that train of thought.

I was digging around in its pockets a moment ago, as I'm going to wash it and found a bonus! Prop! The pocket was filled with black confetti. And I found the production label. So even though I saw the play it was from, 'Design for Living', I totally don't remember black confetti being in it...

The other coat was 10$ and is a little less practical, but its almost floor length, is a gradiated blue I figured I could turn it into a Halloween costume. Not sure what kind of costume it is though as I haven't found a production label on it yet. And hopefully the washer and dryer don't kill it. Its a bit more covered in make up than the beige one.

My dad bought a giant wool robe for 10$. Its white. My mom told him he looked like Obi Wan. He does, its pretty funny, but its a good robe and he will totally wear it.

Other people there had SUITCASES full of stuff that they had bought, and boxes. Eesh.

But it was really well priced, totally to sell not to be exclusive and pricey. Only really expensive stuff were the full period pieces, you know what would really fly off the hanger if it was 10$. I mean, I would have gotten a whole Rennaissance Garb if it was that much and not the 250$ was priced at.

But I did get to touch a costume worn by one of my favorite actors, he of the manly chin, Christoper Innvar. Mmmmm.

Then we briefly visited the Judith Leyster exhibit at the National Gallery and I totally had flag envy. As we walked though hordes of Gay Pride people, totally didn't click that was going on today.

Definately better than yesterday, but...still wish yesterday had a rewind, delete feature to it.

So it looks like I did really well on the harder section of the GREs (apparently verbal is harder...huh?) and ehhh on the easier part (according to them math is easier). I'm not sure how this will look to prospective schools.

So class with evil prof is down to 5 people...still considering making it 4. We have an outline for a research paper due on thursday. you'd think w/how anal he's been for the last two on WORD COUNT he'd have handed something out telling us what we need to do for this.

Nothing.

I don't know what to do, I mean I can outline, but what?? He's given us very few directives, but I know somehow I will find a way to violate one.

Plus GREs are tomorrow.

I am ready to cry.

Guh

And I just double checked.

If I take out the part where I write my name, the date and the title it is 709 words. What's wrong with this man??