tonight i will be seeing heiruspecs with sam, glen & jason.



friday i will be seeing atmosphere with sam.



next weekend is duluth's homegrown music festival, where i will be seeing the black-eyed snakes and low.



over the summer, i'm planning on seeing george clinton in minneapolis with pelowski. that would kick ass.



and then in september (less than six months away) is u2.



ahahahahaha i love their "pop"-era wardrobes. and that godawful moustache that the edge is sporting.

so concerts rock. look at that lineup. damn.

i'd also like to talk about the weather, but only for a short time because it pisses me off so badly. remember when i mentioned how lovely the weather was? how it was nearly 60 degrees (i may have exaggerated out of excitement in my last post) and sunny and wonderful?

well it snowed on tuesday.
and it's snowing today.

all i want is warm sunshine, a JM from B, and my flip flops. is that too much to ask? does that not sound like the perfect afternoon?

my perfection is being stolen by mother nature and her PMS.

clifford out.

thank you for a glorious weekend.

i love joel.
i love connie.
i love paul.
i love bowling and choir concerts and sean penn and initials and categories and my roommate's unbelievable piano skills and enger tower (twice!) and beaners' and flavors and walking forever and glen's bowling form and the unofficial beginning of smoothie summer '05 and paul's stories & subconscious driving and "fate" and drunk women on buses and troll costumes and tater tots and being picked up by my armpits and YOU.

and i love lamp.

all right, i officially hate either blogger or mozilla. one of them fucked up my post. i don't want to point fingers because i think i know what caused it, but this is the second time something has gone awry. something needs to be done.

anyway, my topic for today is hallway etiquette.
this isn't something i really feel like bringing to the blogging table, but it's something that's been on my heart recently.

there are some unspoken rules of hallway etiquette. if someone should hold a door for you, you say "thanks." if someone should drop a stack of papers (this has happened in my presence twice this week), you stop and help them pick it up. if you wish to make fun of someone, you wait until they are completely out of earshot to do. it's common courtesy and common sense.

however, there are some etiquette rules that i am rather murky on. the one that confuses me the most is the "double approach," as i've dubbed it. this occurs generally while walking through the double doors of the LSH lobby. this happens to me about once a day. i am reaching for the handle of the door, when i look up through the glass and see someone else reaching for the handle. who opens the door? and who walks through the door first? it always ends up being awkward, and sometimes ends in injury. i would very much like to prevent this, armed with the knowledge of the proper etiquette in this situation, so someone needs to fill me in.

and while i'm here, i'd like to point out the sheer idiocy of mason jennings deciding to play at grandma's sports garden. i am seconding, thirding, and passing the motion that pat nelson so forcefully declared nearly a year ago: grandma's sports garden is cursed. if a horrifying and fiery death should befall dear mason in the months to come, you can be sure to blame it on the sports garden.

on another unrelated rant, i'm just curious as to what the girls who live above us really do. they are the loudest people alive, and you can be sure of that. every waking moment of the day, they run, jump, stomp, squeak, fall, cartwheel, or drop something. in the beginning, i thought surely this is an issue of a thin floor/ceiling. however, i talked with the girls who live directly below us, and they say they barely hear anything from us, so there goes my shoddy building theory. i think the four of us have come to accept the fact that we will never have peace.

i also think that "jump" by van halen could be the best song to come out of the 1980s.

so, to end this random entry like a true blogger, i'm going to post a link.

counterfeitmini.org.
"protecting every man, woman, and child's right to motor genuinely."

if you really want to distance yourself from "scumbags" like this:




maybe you should try to pose differently for your "time" magazine cover shot.




that's got to be some kind of slander or treason, right?

okay. i'm having an issue with mother nature. she knows that it's getting to be the end of the school year, when we have to buckle down & work our asses off, and yet she continues to mercilessly taunt us with warm weather. "here, kids," she says. "it's going to be 68 degrees and sunny where it's generally cold and dreary. i know you have finals and projects and demstock '05 rapidly approaching, but what the hell! blow it off! bask in my sunshine! forget all of that!"
thanks, mother nature, for making life hard.

i'm not really crabby about it, actually. i just want to give in to the temptation, but alas! i can't. my workload has escalated hardcore in the last two hours, but i'm tough-as-nails and i'll get it done.

so i'm going outside.

i am a contradiction within myself and i love it.

ps: kristen, the next blog post i make will be about cowboys, cult-like circular dancing, and having negative energy. and maybe breaking chandeliers.

this post was amazing. it was thought-provoking and witty, poignant and funny, deep and clever.
fucking blogger ate it as i tried to fancy it up with some html, so i'm going to have to try again. and i've learned my lesson... never click a button unless you've CTL+Vd your post. bitches.

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it always amazes me how far back we can remember. a sound, a smell, an abstract concept or a concrete place, the human mind memorizes it all on some level and can call it up at a moment's notice.

my parents used to play traveling wilburys, vol. 1 all the time when i was a kid. from "handle with care" to "end of the line," they played it all the time. all the time. i think pelowski takes a page from their book when it comes to playing music repetitively. i don't remember much of what they played when i was little -- but the ones i do, they played nonstop. they must have been obsessive compulsive. it's a wonder i didn't inherit that.

so 7th grade hit, and i went through an awful musical period. i don't think any of you were around for that, and you should fall to your knees and thank god for such a blessing right now. i believe i actually dressed as a spice girl that year. 9th grade marked the end of this godawful time period, which included an 'nsync obsession and subsequent concert, and a plethora of cds that i have either sold or buried in my basement since. these i will not name.

10th grade -- high school. i went through emo, hxc, screamo, and back in my two years in woodbury. it was terrible. yeah, i still listen to a few songs/albums from that time period, either for nostalgic reasons or because it was actually good, but the majority of it was quite embarrassing.

through these dark times, i thought the music my parents listened to was crap. "their music is so old, it practically smells!" i remember saying once. (not only was i ignorant, but i thought i was hilarious. look how much i've grown.)

one day, though, i got into my dad's jeep and he was playing his "fogey" music. i rolled my eyes as i climbed in, but the lyrics floating through the speakers stopped me.

"she wrote a long letter
on a short piece of paper
....mar--ga--rita."

"dad!" i cried. "what is this?"
"it's the traveling wilburys."
"what? who? i know this song!"

and sure enough, i did. i knew every word to every song. i could sing along with the guitar solos. i could mimic roy orbison's voice inflections perfectly during the end of "not alone anymore." i could do my bad bob dylan impression on "congratulations." i sang along with all the sexual innuendos on "dirty world" and was quickly embarrassed that i said what i did in front of my father.

it amazed me that i remembered all this, after not hearing it for twelve years.

there's the age-old argument that we only use ten percent of our brains. if i can remember an album my parents used to play twelve years prior, think of what i could do if i used it to its full capacity. i could cure cancer, which would make smoking much more fun. i could re-invent the wheel. i'd be a freaking millionaire.

but i'm not. i'm just a girl who has fallen in love with the music of her parents' generation. maybe i'd rather be a millionaire. then i could buy bob dylan, jeff lynne, and tom petty (seeing as they're the only remaining members of the wilburys). so i'd have both. and i'd reflect on my days of banging out bizarre and unconnected posts on my laptop computer with the pentium II processor, while i was doing the backstroke through my swimming pool full of hundred dollar bills.

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i also just want to say that my new mozilla skin makes me feel like i have an apple when i really just have a pc. someday, steve jobs, i will be your slave instead of gates'. that's a promise, buddy.

and as announced elsewhere, i am currently attempting to make a "fat ass" mix, but i need help. here's what i already have:
"ms. fat booty (parts one and two)" by mos def (& ghostface killah)
"big bottom" by spinal tap
"fat bottomed girls" by queen
"baby got back" by richard cheese (because i'm a tool and don't have the sir mix-a-lot version)

that's all. so help.
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i read your blog every day. sometimes twice a day.

i like your writing a lot. i'm loving your kurt cobain story. i can't wait until the next chapter.

i liked your entry on the pope. not having the same opinions as you doesn't mean that i can't like your entries. i respect your stance and i really liked the way that you were able to back it up, even though you don't have to.

it was a lovely surprise to wake up thursday morning and see that you linked little old anniemosity.com. i've also tried to post this entry a few other times, but blogger.com is being slightly obnoxious.

so thank you, o king of blogging, for acknowledging my piddly existence on cyberspace.

and keep up the good work.

love, anniemosity.com

ps: i've been considering mimicking one of your photo essays soon. i hope that's okay.

pps: connie, paul, and joel are coming up in two weeks. it's going to be epic. i know you don't know them, mr. pierce, but i wanted to make you aware.

it's weird how naive we are as children.
for example, we watched "fern gully: the last rainforest" last week, and it was exactly how i remembered. except for the sexual innuendos. obviously kids don't really understand the sexual connotations of "...teach me YOUR magic," while zach beckons to crysta from underneath the flower, but they get that the two are supposed to have some kind of romantic connection. well, later that night, i had the "batty rap" stuck in my head, so tony was kind enough to hook me up with the song. sure enough, i heard some lyrics that, as a child, i probably would just accept as normal. now, however, it was quite surprising.
"i suffer from cyanica and chapped lips
and jock itch
like a rocket in my pocket and i need to scratch..."

what??
i looked up the lyrics online, and this is what they said:
"i suffer from cyanica and chapped lips
and shockage
like a rocket in my pocket and i need to scratch..."

i listened to it again, and it sounds like the end of the word in question is "age," but the beginning is definitely not "shock." and the "rocket in my pocket" part? man.

this brings up other questionable things in movies for kids. i mean, there's always humor for adults so they aren't bored out of their skulls while watching the movies with their children, but sometimes it can get out of hand.

exhibit a: the priest from the little mermaid.


you have to look for it. keep looking. see it? yeah. (the picture quality sucks, but that's all i could find.)

exhibit b: the cover from the little mermaid.


there are others (rafiki the monkey from the lion king blows leaves into the night air that swirl around to form the word "SEX," aladdin apparently tells the tiger that "good teenagers take off their clothes," etc.), and more than that, i'm sure.

subliminal messages are an interesting way of getting your point across.

walt and/or roy disney were/are very dirty.

ps: there's an amazing baritone saxophone solo in the "batty rap" song. i really want someone to transcribe it and play it at a jazz show or something. it's that good.

i signed the lease to my new place yesterday. this is all very exciting because the house is awesome, the girls are great, and the location isn't bad either. my first place, on my own.

however, there is one problem. as much as i wish to downplay it, it's coming back to bite me in the ass.


i don't have any money.
and guess what? i don't have a job.

so anniemosity.com would appreciate it if you would keep an ear to the ground and let her know if there's a buzz about a job opening. because she needs it.

on a side note that is unrelated (but somehow the transition was still there), i've realized that talking in the third person isn't as pretentious and uncool as it may seem. seriously. try it sometime. you'll never go back.

i've never been a huge fan of april fool's day. i think harmless pranks are funny and all, but i think it's ridiculous to have a day where you can't believe a word anyone says. normally trustworthy people tell you lies, but you have no reason to doubt them, so you go with it. and then you look like an ass.



i wanted to believe that i could get through this day without falling for a dumb prank, but as of 1:52 this morning, i had already fallen for three, and the number is climbing.

1) someone on a u2 message board posted that maroon 5 was opening for them on the second leg of their tour. i believed it.
2) an old friend said that she was gay. that wasn't true.
3) someone told me slash had died. i fell for it.

these three were before i went to sleep yesterday, which i think is completely unfair. and it's not like the horrible slew of lies began at midnight, when it was technically april first. no. these were "head start" jokes. that ain't right.

in conclusion, yes, i like pranks. yes, i have participated in pranks. yes, jokes are funny. but this day is lame.

ps: keep an eye out for the first episode of "the untitled kristen pederson experience" under vlogging. right now, it's just videos that accurately capture pelowski's character, but there will be more soon.