GAH!

You all knew that a Facebook Ranting Tantrum was inevitable, so why prolong it anymore? I might as well just get it over and done with.

I opened up my email today to see that I had received a message from The Mormon Tabernacle Choir telling me to "Become a fan of the choir on Facebook!" I immediately shouted, "NO!" just to show the Mormon Tabernacle Choir that I am indeed my own boss, and I will not be giving in to those types of demands. (Take THAT! Your mind-tricks won't work on me, MoTab.)

Seriously, though, Facebook is getting a little out of control. It's a collision of far too many worlds. It's just so interesting that I can be a fan of these people:



And at the same time be a fan of this guy:



It's just plain weird!! Anyone remember the good old days when Facebook was an exclusive club for college students only? I mean, you had to have a college email address that was recognized by the "powers that be" in order to be approved. (In fact, the first time I tried to sign up with my UVSC email address, it wasn't recognized, so I wasn't allowed in.)

Now, I'm not saying that was how Facebook was supposed to say, but now it's a little strange to have everyone on it, from Grandpa Joe to Tiny Tim, and to have fan groups honoring people from President Monson to Marilyn Manson.

Strange.

End of Facebook Ranting Tantrum.

(I'm sorry, but it's your fault for getting me started on this tantrum, MoTab.)

A taste of culture for you.

I'm reading Jane Eyre yet again--GREAT BOOK--and, like the good little college graduate that I am, I chose to actually read the introduction rather than skip it. (I know. I've come so far in the world.) I loved this quote from one of Charlotte Bronte's journal entries, written while she was a teacher in 1836:

"Am I to spend all the best part of my life in this wretched bondage, forcibly suppressing my rage at the idleness, the apathy, and the hyperbolical and most asinine stupidity of these fat-headed oafs, and on compulsion assuming an air of kindness, patience and assiduity?"


I have a feeling Charlotte and I would have gotten along fairly well together....

On a side note, I think I'm going to use "fat-headed oaf" as an insult for everyone from here on out.

That's all for this week's Author Spotlight. :-)

Anyone who has been around me for the past month or so (which isn't a lot of people, seeing as how I've somehow been even more of a social recluse than usual) has no doubt noticed that I have been going through a "quarter-life crisis". My room-mate Taren even went out and bought a book with that title! Perfect. Maybe I should read it. :-)

Anyway, my apologies for being a whiney person who is constantly freaking out and yelling, "I'M ACCOMPLISHING NOTHING WITH MY LIFE!" while breathing frantically into a paper bag. Don't let it scare you away. I will figure things out soon. *Twitch*

Well, I shall leave you with my theme song, Jamie Cullum's "Twentysomething". I love it.

WORK

Thoughts about my break from the music-related work force:

Last year, after I got my BS in Music, (and, yes, it is possible to get a Bachelor's of Science in music, thanks) I decided to take a hiatus from music jobs. My whole life had been music for the past few years, and I was ready to get a job that didn't involve a lot of "creative" people. I didn't want to deal with "those" types anymore. I also wanted to have a normal, full-time job that I could go to for eight hours and leave.

Well, here I am working customer service, and I can't wait to go back to music. Ha ha ha. I miss it so much!! I don't see how people can handle doing this type of work (customer service) as a career! It's so monotonous!!! Every day, I spend 8 hours answering the same questions over and over again. There's no progress or sign that this job will ever end. I NEED THAT. I need to have something to look forward to...like a summer. I need to feel like my job is worth something, not just a stupid voice over the phone to answer the same idiotic questions over and over until I have an aneurysm.

Uh oh. Does this mean I'm going to be a teacher after all? Hmmmmmm....

Cruel world!!!

Today is free ice cream cone day at Ben and Jerry's, and I am lamenting the fact that there is no longer a Ben and Jerry's close-by. *Sniff, sniff*

OH THE HUMANITY!!!!

It's times like this that make me ponder deep questions:

1) Is it worth driving a couple of hours for a free ice cream cone?

2) Will they give me something that will satisfy my chocolate lust, without putting me into a sugary coma?

So many dilemmas in my life...

Moses, Moses, Moses

I saw a movie gem on Saturday night. All of you Val Kilmer fans should be prepared to feast your eyes upon:



HA HA HA HA HA.

Oh my goodness. This was terribly hilarious! One of my friends found it in the $4 movie bin and just couldn't resist.

That's all I'm going to say. I'll leave it up to you to imagine how horrible a stage musical staring Val Kilmer can possibly be.

Oh, and by the way, don't be fooled by the "family approved" seal on the cover. The whole choreographed Children of Israel orgy ain't so family friendly. That's all I'm saying.

One more thing: Val Kilmer IS Moses.

*Sigh*

Update on Spring: She's getting a little better. Thanks for all of your support! If you want to send any "Get Well Soon" gifts to Spring, just send them to me and I'll make sure she gets them. *Shifty eyes*

I watched Australia with my mom last night. I know a lot of people didn't like this movie, but I don't care! I love it. I love that it's deliberately over the top. I love the "old Hollywood" feel. I love that Hugh Jackman is a beautiful, beautiful man.

Yeah, I said it. You all know that's why you watched the movie, friends. (Yes, even you men can't deny that Hugh is a hunk.)

Hats off to you, Australia.




Oh, why not show another picture? *Jules gets all giggly inside*



Mwah.