Lateshoes

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I’m sitting in the MultiMedia Center, typing on a foreign computer to pass the time while waiting for yet ANOTHER meeting. I absolutely love my job and have never been happier to do something for 8 hours a day, but would someone let me do it?! Ugh. It’s my own fault – I agreed to be on these committees – because that’s what people who want to get ahead do – and I know I wouldn’t even have the sweet job I do now – without being a committee-bitch – but, STILL.

I’m tired. I’m sick and I’m cranky and I’d rather have trolls nibble on my girl balls then go to another meeting right now.

This weekend was such a bust. All of our good intentions to FINALLY sand the floors went out the window Friday night when the sniffles, headaches and body aches began. I’ve made all sorts of commitments in my head to get tiny parts of the project done during the week – I could easily start filling in the holes, repairing the messed up planks etc… but, will I?

What it all boils down to is this: I have to finish this bloody project – my brain needs a place of peace and beauty to detox. I’m so tired of the constant loop of plan, avoid, guilt, plan, avoid, guilt. So. very. tired. I want time and brain space to be creative again. I want to write things, make things, sing things – but all of that energy is bogged down in this one place and I’ve got no one to blame but myself.

Of course all of this could just be the Theraflu talking. Shut up, Theraflu!

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e6i2WRreARo]I’m sorry, but Neil LaBute’s remake of Wicker Man – rules. I’ve been sick for two days, not doing much more than lying in bed and moaning – but, this morning, like a honey-sweet gift from God, The Wicker Man was on HBO.

Listen – you know I watch The Hills and Lord knows I’m not proud of it – but, can I ask a question without irony?

Has Heidi Montag lost all sense of fashion since LC dumped her?

I mean when she’s not frolicking in her bikini and stage make-up, showing off her wacky new cans and nose job.

When she’s filmed at work, she’s dressed sort of like my mom in 1985, if my mom modeled for Virginia Slims and things only get worse when she dons her new “casual” uniform of white shorts, tank top and hoodie.

Sorry Heidi – but, shut-in boyfriends just can’t give you the same kind of tips as a best friend who works at Teen Vogue.

I have about 6 trillion things to do at work today, so I’ve been listening to my iTunes on random and more than a few times have been completely transported.

Certain songs really trigger my nostalgia button – and throw me like Dr. Sam Beckett, through time and space and smack into the middle of my whatever-year-old brain space.

Sorrow by, David Bowie:
1997 – Me, Angie and Tawnya are piled in Angie’s little, white car – driving in the rain, away from the mall after spending obscene amounts of our college loan money on Elvis Costello cd’s and matching SuperMan t-shirts.

 I Could Stay Here Forever, Frank Black:
1999 – Summer, driving on California highways with no-sleep whatsoever

Strange Fire, Indigo Girls:
1994 – Walking around Rexburg late at night, talking about boys and feeling every bit as intense as the song’s lyrics.

La Familia, Mirah:
2000 – Sitting in the bedroom with Angie, on the computer – listening to this song on repeat. Making mix tapes, not leaving the house during daylight hours, sleeping in 4-hour increments, not-owning a coat.

I found that Essence Rare, Gang of Four: 
2001 – Lars’ car, beginning of a relationship butterflies in my guts, cigarette smoke in my eyeballs, finally feeling somewhat “cool” and comfortable in my own skin.

Hearts and Bones, Paul Simon:
1993 – In Tawnya’s tercel, driving from Rexburg to West Yellowstone.

Words and Guitar, Sleater-Kinney:
1998 – College, living at Deveraux Place, learning to write songs on electric guitars in our bedroom.

Just to name a few.

What songs trigger your swiss cheese brain??

He’s just upset because we wouldn’t let him watch The Hills marathon.

Inspired by a friend’s blog (because apparently I’ve run out of ideas).

Lars: If Paul Bettany and Daniel Craig had a butt-baby with the butt-baby of Paul Rudd and that guy who played the Punisher recently — then that mega-butt baby could play Lars. Or just any of those guys.

Tawnya: Samantha Morton or Keira Knightley, it’s a toss up. (heh!)

Angie: Maggie Gyllenhaal

Mom: Edie Falco

Dad: This one makes me laugh because he hates this actor – but, Jeff Bridges! Totally. My dad has hated him since Starman because he acted so, “retarded.” – And much like his insistence that John Ritter was actually gay in real life – because he played a hyper-sexual straight man pretending to be gay on Three’s Company – Jeff Bridges (regardless of his royal Dudeness) will always be that retard from Starman to my pops. But, I stand by it – the resemblance can’t be denied.

Will: Joseph Gordon Levitt or Mos Def

Katie: Kate Hudson, Rachel McAdams orrr Orlando Bloom, which is not to say that my sister looks like a dude, but that Orlando Bloom looks so much like a pretty chick – he could totally pull it off. Hello! It’s called acting.

Grammy: Shirley Mclain, ya’ know why? “Cos she’s an alien is what she was.”

Shmony Shmeller: Slim Goodbody

Bilbo Baggins: The Baron Harkonnen

Stanley: Chief Chirpa

Walter: the Ewok who’s always smoking a pipe

Me: Let’s see – Lars suggested that my younger, “college” years be played by Amanda Seyfried, but then he suggested “Cameron Diaz” so, I knew he wasn’t really taking the question of who should play me seriously.

I think if Kate Winslet, Drew Barrymore, Janeane Garofalo, Katherine Keener, Leslie Mann, Kristin Bell and Beth Ditto all had a donut-baby together – she could play me.

Who would play you and yours?

So, last night I went to Ikea for the 6 x 6 Expedit shelf, so we can FINALLY finish organizing our back rooms – so we can live and be free while the biggest chunk of our house is getting its “floors” done -(or is it, “did?”).

I didn’t mean to, but while I was there – I saw the sweetest couch in the universe (machine washable slip-cover, I mean come on!) for an incredible discount in the “As-Is” section.

Maybe it’s my mother-in-law’s influence, but I’m all about bargain shopping these days, so when the little-devil Tracy popped up on my shoulder telling me to “go for it – you know you want it like Daniel Craig with his shirt off – geeeettttt ittttt!” – I totally did.

AND – it fit in the Subaru – I knew I loved that car.