hilary duff makes me cringe

I'd listen to the Doogie Howser, MD theme song on repeat before listening to her/watching her perform.

AINT NO RIVER WIDE ENOUGH TO KEEP ME FROM GETTING TO YOU, BABE! (that's right neil patrick harris, I'm talking to you)*

*SARCASM. although he was great in Harold and Kumar. "NPH WOULD NEVER DO THAT!"

Moving right along:
So a boy was killed for his iPod. What is this world coming to. I blame Bush, as per usual. (okay, well maybe not this time)

I feel a connection - (song)writer to writer - between myself and Fitzgerald, and it's empowering. Been taking a break from War and Peace (as of now, not very attracted to this epic and am tempted to scrap it and just reread Anna Karenina because I can't relate to war, but I sure as hell can relate to the kinetics of dysfunctional society) and have been reading Flappers and Philosophers, a collection of some of Fitz's short stories...came out around the same time as This Side of Paradise.
One of the stories is titled "Benediction"...now is that awesome, or is it really fuckin awesome? And it has the same shade of sentimentality and sadness that my piece has. The story is kind of a cross of "Glue" and "Benediction" if we were to mix it up on my song palette.
Moral of the story: good ol Fitz has done it again. Because you see, I can relate to his veil of pretentiousness and "glamour" that when lifted reveals something sadder, grey, and vulnerable.

So, change of topic. When my dad found out I had a Purevolume/Myspace/Bandspace, he was so jazzed about it. He thinks I'm completely inept with these computers - which I am, but given today's standards I am capable of filling in name, location, and email to create an account on one of these sites.
Moral of the story: sometimes it's okay to trick daddy into completely underestimating your capabilities (even to the extent where he's surprised you even know what a url is) in order to awe him with your skilllllllzzz.

Whaaaazaaam!
"love is not a victory march, it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah" what a fucking amazing song line. jeff buckley was such a brilliant lyricist.

I haven't been able to sleep very well and I frequently dream, which is a sign that I'm not sleeping very well. But the really odd thing is that my dreams are more coherent (given my standrads, at least). The other night I think part of my dream was in sepia, which is bizarre because vivid colors are vital any of my dreams.
Speaking of dreams, I'm going to segway into nightmares. Here's one reoccuring "nightmare" that I have, and you can try deciphering it if you're that bored. I sometimes have these dreams where I can't walk, but I can whiz around at these crazy speeds. My feet can only touch the ground for a second and then I'm propelled into the air again. It sounds liberating, yes? Well I would think so.
But the nightmarish part of this is that I'm usually in a low-ceilinged building/house/room (windowless, I think) where I'm careening into/off the walls and ceilings and can't stop myself. And sometimes there's something flying around and chasing me around the room. But the chase aspect isn't what bothers me the most; the worst part about it is the fact that I have no control over the bizarre flying power.
So the dream mostly consists of me kicking myself off the walls, like you would do in a pool after a turnover, and bouncing around back and forth in the room.
...And then there's also the generic nightmare of someone chasing me, and I'm running but am not moving. Haven't had that dream in ages, though. Huzzzah.

I had milk with oreos today, and it was heaven.