i will be home then.

my only goal for 2009 is to get my fucking life together.

...but oh my love, though our bodies may be parted,
though our skin may not touch skin:
look for me with the sun-bright sparrow
i will come on the breath of the wind.

cheeky cheeky mambo, let's dance!

oh man, guys, since i last wrote we got a new president! it feels so weird to not have that overbearing sense of weariness all the time now. i am trying to figure out how i can go to the inaguration next year. i don't think it's going to happen but man. that would be awesome.

anyway. i have not written in a long time. that is because nothing much has been happening. except now stuff has happened. big news for bree: i am getting a cat. this cat is attached my new roomate who will be living with me for a month. she's going to sleep on a mattress in my living room! she is also my cousin. i am not saying which one because stephanie hates one of them and it will be more mysterious this way. it all happened really fast. she needs to be here to finish her divorce stuff. then she is moving to hawaii or possibly dc in january. she was going to find an apartment but i offered because that would be difficult and stressful and now i have a roomate! for a month, but still. built in skateboarding friend!

in other news, i hate my mall job! i want to quit but can't because next week is thansgiving and that would just be mean. in even more news, next week is thanksgiving! it will be all about baking bread and seeing awesome people. what else. i have been watching the simpsons a lot lately. i am going to seattle in exactly a month. i got a wii! i can't afford games which sucks because my work friend keeps on telling me about all the awesome ones that are coming out. my work friend [his name is zach] and i also went to comic con! it was pretty lame and smelled gross but there were storm troopers at the door and a girl dressed up as robin at the bus stop. batman and robin robin, not shortpacked robin. though that would have been way better. um. i may be taking german next semester, or i may not be taking any classes at all in order to save money. i am reading a good book by an author whose name i cannot pronounce! maybe when i start learning hindi. i want to learn hindi! and write a book! i actually have an idea for once. and i still have most of my decorations from the hp party up still. awesome. and in closing, look at what is coming out [no pun intended i suppose]!



omg omg omg! i can only hope that it is as good as the manga. but they kept in the gay of demonic power quote so it's a good sign. also i love the subtitle it stopped on. oh yaoi, you are amazing.

politics post!

oh david sedaris, as if i needed another reason to love you. from this article, about undecided voters:

“I look at these people and can't quite believe that they exist. Are they professional actors? I wonder. Or are they simply laymen who want a lot of attention? To put them in perspective, I think of being on an airplane. The flight attendant comes down the aisle with her food cart and, eventually, parks it beside my seat. "Can I interest you in the chicken?" she asks. "Or would you prefer the platter of shit with bits of broken glass in it? To be undecided in this election is to pause for a moment and then ask how the chicken is cooked."

also, this video [sorry it's from perez hilton, i don't have a better link] pretty much sums up my worries about sarah palin. i cannot wait until november fifth.

i say, i think i'm going to faint.

it is so funny because even though i have two jobs now i am still not working enough. i work one day this week at kohl's, and one at lb plus one day that i may have to come in for. i have no doubt that november is going to be insane but for now i randomly have all this free time! perhaps i should get a third job. ha. ha.

i finished maurice by em forster the other day. it was lovely. i usually have a hard time getting through books written in older prose because they're a bit hard to get into [it's why i've only ever read pride and prejudice and none of jane austen's other works], but for some reason i love forster's writing. it's so simple but gorgeous and his characters are relatable and real even though they're so far away, time-wise. and a good portion of this book is in cambridge. i do love cambridge. oh and alec says 'fuck'! edwardian people swearing is endlessly entertaining. i also watched the movie. i really liked it, much more than i liked the movie version of a room with a view. james wilby was an awesome maurice, though he needed to have the moustache for longer. it is so funny, it's like he and hugh grant have a great moustache swap midway through the movie. oh and hugh grant made me feel bad for clive! i didn't think it was possible. way to go, young hugh grant. also, i love that according to this wikipedia article, forster showed one of the manuscripts to christopher isherwood before it was published. aww. auden/forster/isherwood = ot3!

hogwarts party on friday! oh snap!

we'll drink phoenix tears.

OH SHIT YOU GUYS, HOGWARTS PARTY AT MY HOUSE IN LIKE TWO WEEKS!

:D :D :D

jamaicans have other interests!

i was looking at my living room today and i realized that i unintentionally decked it out in gryffindor colors. now every time i come in my house i feel like i'm coming home to gryffindor tower. now i really want to have an hp party at my house! with pumpkin beer! and hogwarts student costumes! and harry and the potters! it would be so nerdy but possibly fun. and if it wasn't fun, i live close enough to ua that we could all go boarding...in costume. hmm. i may have to do this. we'll see. i also want to have a bollywood party, which would mean a foray into indian cooking! undoubtedly hilarious. now i want indian food.

this is so random but i get so annoyed when people bitch about only children. oh no they'll be so lonely and sad and everyone just needs a boatload of siblings to be happy! eye rolling here. my childhood was not perfect but i don't think that a brother or sister would have made a difference in it. there were times that i wished i had a sibling but i really appreciate the experiences that being an only child brought on. i developed really good relationships with my cousins [and my mom, but that was sort of...unintentional] and learned to do things on my own at an earlier age. and i don't know, i just think that no one ever says, oh man, i feel so bad that my child grew up with siblings! i mean, i didn't think people really said anything negative about only children either but lately i have been hearing it and yeah. lame.

disjointed entry is disjointed so i am going back to watching futurama and listening to my neighbors slam their doors. exciting.

i know it's a steak.

i threw a package of men's underwear at my co-worker [uh twice] and i forgot that we have cameras in the store and i am now worried that i am going to get fired for it. it would be the best worst story ever: i got fired for getting into an underwear fight while doing clearance. i like it too because we followed up the fight with a discussion of this dude he slept with who was named thor. i kind of sort of love work.

i am really sad that i missed the debates tonight though! this election season has turned into a total circus. i mean, every election turns into a circus eventually, but this time we have a depression-inducing version of tina fey, now with eighty percent more suppression of women's rights. sarah palin, man. ugh.

aww.

do you want to hear the cutest thing ever?

so last night i came home to my parents' house at like 1:30 after a super long night of work and i see this envelope sitting on the counter with name on it from pima. i open it up and it is this book review i wrote for my summer history class with my awesome, awesome professor, graded and edited. my professor mailed me back my last assignment. usually the instructors don't care and just throw any leftover assignments out at the end of the semester, but he actually took the time to look up my address and mail it back to me. AWW. the best part, though, was what he wrote on the last page: another well written review! you have a great deal of talent. i encourage you to write for publication!

made. my. night. to say the least. seriously, best teacher ever. now every time i feel like i suck, i just need to remember: david sedaris thinks i'm good at japanese, dr. munsen thinks i'm good at writing. WIN.

beulah is singing about mint juleps.

i re-discovered soma fm's indie pop rocks station and it has been making my days so much better! they just played sondre lerche, now they're playing beulah, and now i feel like i'm in some independent movie. it's awesome. i found a lot of good bands through this station in high school so i owe them a lot. thanks, somafm!

life is getting better! my mom is feeling a lot better, and the mrsa is pretty much gone! i am so, so happy that this ended up being a lot less dramatic and awful than usual, you have no idea. i'm hoping that she just never gets sick again because she seriously deserves to just be well forever. but yeah, big yay for that. i am also in a much better mental state than i was two weeks ago, partially because i have been working on what i wrote about last entry. oh and i got a second job, which is a good thing sort of. more money is good, and the people seem nice, but we'll see how it goes. i finally got a mall job. it had to happen eventually. i will be working here. maybe i will have more clothes now. at my interview i had to pick out an outfit for my hypothetical anniversary with my hypothetical husband [my first thought after they threw this out: what if i were gay, you jerks? don't push a husband on me if i want a wife!]. i chose this dress and then i told them it looked like a couch. AND THEY STILL HIRED ME. hilarity. but yeah, life is way better now. yay.

i think that's all for now!

in a nutshell.

revelation of the night, or quite possibly the decade: i spend so much time thinking about the person that i want to be instead of redirecting my thoughts into actions and actually becoming that person.

this post was inspired by a pair of shoes and a dream about running a 19-mile marathon on campus with shahrukh khan. i am either on the verge of something, almost on the verge of something, or going completely insane.

shade and sunshine.

so things are not going so awesome for team robyn at the moment. on my birthday eve i had to take my mom to the hospital for what we thought was a really bad staph infection. turns out it was actually mrsa. happy birthday. my poor mom. she has been through so much. i figured it out: it's every five years, because five years ago she had a tumor, and about five years before that she had another tumor, and now this time it's this. but we'll get through it like we always do. her doctor is positive and i'm hoping that it's more hype than bite, if you'll excuse the rhyme. but still. mega sigh. this week has just been a long week in general. we found out my cousin is getting a divorce, which is really sad because it totally came out of nowhere. they just bought a house! and dogs! sigh. and school kind of went by the wayside but whatever. i'm trying not to think about it all too much but you know. stuff.

on the bright side, however, i had an excellent time last weekend with excellent people. skateboarding and sailor moon yay! i still have to upload pictures, because i finally have pictures! i always forget to take pictures. but not this time! awesome.

so i watched another bollywood movie tonight. it was awesome but the last forty-five minutes were really sad, which i was not expecting. although i guess i should have, since the name of the movie was kal ho naa ho, or tomorrow may never come. i feel like i had more analysis on this fascinating subject but boring talk is boring so here is a video from the movie. i love how they totally embrace the gay subtext between the two male leads, even though it's not done in the best way ever. ilu bollywood. never change.

pain and disco.

so om shanti om was everything i had wanted it to be and more. hilarity and pathos! dancing and singing! reincarnation and stuffed tigers! the 1970's! attractive men! beautiful women! dastardly villians, complete with thin mustaches! seriously, you guys. bollywood. why have i been ignoring it for so long? also, i kind of want to marry shahrukh khan now. and apply maybelline make-up with deepika padukone.

number of weeks at university completed: one. it's...okay so far. chinese is going pretty well i guess. my main teacher is hilarious and awesome, but we only have her on mondays and fridays. the rest of the week we have a t.a., who is really nice but it's harder to get the exact way we should be pronouncing things from her. i still don't know for sure if "zhu" should be pronounced with a "j"-sound or a "zds"-sound. oh well. my women's history class seems promising. my professor is adorable. he showed a simpsons episode on the first day. what is not to like. but i don't know. i'm just not loving u of a as much as i thought i would. i'm sure it will get better but everyone just seems like an asshole so far. which can't be true but i don't know. i just kind of want to go back to pima and take fun classes forever. which is so, so lame. but whatever. i'm sure it will get better.

it is my birthday next week! usually i get really excited about birthdays because i am tweleve. but this year i don't really care. i have a lot going on. i work on my birthday this year, i forgot to ask for it off. so i basically have a four-hour time period for birthday fun, because i have school too. oh well. this is what happens when you get old. maybe i will run away to india in those four hours. and say ommmm shanti ommmm. and then all the cool boys will make some noise and say ommmmm shanti ommmm. SERIOUSLY GUYS, THIS BOLLYWOOD THING IS GETTING SERIOUS.

you know what's bad about facebook? finding out things about people that make you sad, aka someone you love dearly joining the mccain/palin group! baww. this now prompts me to link to today's shortpacked. moose burgers! i relate to robin in so many ways. okay, maybe it's only because of her name. whatev. also, since i am talking about comics, DORA'S HAIR LOOKS LIKE CRAP! i should write j. jacques a rambling letter. except i shouldn't because then i would be a crazy fantard. ah well. this entry is long, sorry!

let's dance while we're playing tennis!

i have a lot going on right now! moving, work, getting ready for school, helping my mom with my grandparents' fiftieth wedding anniversary party...i will be glad next week when it's all over and i can think and talk about fun things again. but until then, here is an amazing video for all to view in honor of india's independence day last week!



i'm really hoping that the rest of om shanti om is as good as this video. because seriously. fantastic.

crimson and clover.

there is this one jimmy eat world song that i always forget about but then they'll play it randomly on the radio while i'm driving places and i'll remember again and turn it all the way up. as i get older, it means more and more to me. the downside to it is that it makes me think about someone i'm not friends with anymore and it adds this weird, semi-nostalgic edge to it. but anyway. i still remember when i first bought this album at zia records. it was when i was first getting into "cool" music and i would practice drawing the faces of the band members in my sketch book. later i would learn the middle in my guitar class. this was before the song was popular, my pretentiousness wants me to point out. the album was called "bleed american" but then september eleventh happened and they changed it. i lent the cd to my cousin heather and then she crashed her car and i never got it back. it's what happens.

we had a really awesome storm tonight. after i got out of class i was going to go to trader joe's but it looked a little stormy and i was sad i was without my trusty umbrella. i hit la cholla and the rain started. and the lightning. and the wind. it felt like a hurricane! i've never really been in a hurricane. but the point is. it was raining so much that it took me twice as long to get to the oracle-ish area and i decided to just go to the kohl's parking lot and wait it out because i had work soon anyway. i parked my car and watched the storm all around me. the lights went out in the parking lot but they were playing an old deftones song i hadn't heard in a while so somehow it was okay. the whole time i was thinking about this one story stephanie told me a long time ago about how when she was little her mom would always make her sit in the car during thunderstorms. it was pretty fun but then i got my shoes all wet when i ran inside and i had to put up ads with soaking wet shoes that have holes in them! that is not professional, robyn. they said that it rained a lot by the u of a. i hope my house is okay. i still need to move down there. soon!

i keep on having all this self-doubt about my abilities as an academic but that is probably a topic better saved for another day! too much wah-wah makes for a bad entry dontchaknow.

klippan in granan black.

i watched porco rosso tonight and now i want to fly planes and wear a cloche. probably not at the same time as the cloche would fly off, but for the three seconds before it did fly off i would look swell! i am pretty afraid of flying though so i doubt this would end up happening. there goes my dream of being an air force pilot! not really. i also watched bedknobs and broomsticks today. apparently it was a good day for movies! i'm not a huge fan of movies [they take up so much time], but sometimes you just want to watch bounty hunter pigs in fascist italy and nazis getting comically beat up by magically animated sets of armor. "but that's what you'd say if you was a nazi, wouldn't you, sir?"

in other news, i am going up to ikea tomorrow! hej, new couch!

four sweater vests!

dr. horrible ended up having a really depressing ending! color me unimpressed. i cried. i had not been having a good day and had been looking forward to it all week and then i am basically told that good people don't get rewarded, there are 'no happy endings' [not for me, anywaaay] and life is pretty much just filled with pain and sadness and yeah. the last shot killed me. fucking joss whedon. and now it's over and i feel very empty inside. not really. but i do have all the songs in my head still. sort of the same thing. whatev. i feel too much for things that aren't real. which is probably pretty bad. i wonder why we oftentimes feel more for fictional characters than we do for real people? is it because we feel we 'know' them more, or because they're not real and thus more unblemished and perfect than real people so we want to hold them up and all that? it is a quandry, my friends. or possibly i'm just crazy. whichever.

last night i watched this movie about martin luther for my history class and it was interesting! did you know that his wife was a nun, and he had her transported to him before they were married in a herring barrel? also, he had these awesome debates with ulrich zwingli that caused me to go, 'o snap!' multiple times while reading about it in my history book. when zwingli died, luther was apparently like, whatever jerk, you deserved it. true story. luther was kind of awesome, and also, when played by joseph fiennes, kind of hot. he even looks nice with monk hair! "come to me, little crippled girl, my brother is not voldemort!" i feel like all i talk about anymore is attractive men which is hilarious for a number of awkward reasons. let's not get into them. but the main point is. martin luther equals reformation win.

captain hammer, corporate tool.

so the last installment of dr. horrible goes up tonight and i am really excited for it. there is nothing better than a musical about superheroes directed by joss whedon and starring neil patrick harris. seriously, the songs are fantastic. everything is fantastic in that thing. a-plus.

i haven't been feeling my usual awesometacular self lately and i don't know if it's just stress or something else. here's hoping it's just stress and i'll feel better about myself starting tomorrow. also, i really want some frozen yogurt now. what a crazy, random happenstance!

cambridge, you guys!

writing a blog entry is probably the last thing i should be doing right now yet here i am anyway! this week has been very long and filled with math. which is pretty much the worst way a week can be filled. my math class ends on saturday and it is imperative that i do well on the final or i will have to take the class again. which is totally awesome. i am bad at math. but hey, i am a humanities major. even my advisor was like, yeah, we humanities people, not so good with the math. but whatever, it will be over soon. i just have a lot to study. plus i have a quiz today and a test tomorrow in my history class, but i love that class so it cancels out somehow? seriously, that class is amazing. i may or may not have a teeny crush on my professor even though he is older than my dad. he's just so cute! and he plays drums at his church with his wife! and he went to cambridge! i think i really just want to hang out with him and talk about thomas becket and henry viii. but really, who doesn't want to do that? i am such a nerd. and this history thing came out of nowhere but i am going with it. stupid learning and me liking it too much and talking about it too much.

i still need to move into my house more. it is very empty. and i still need to buy a couch. i have a lot of art but no couch! or lamps. i think i will just live on the floor and be surrounded by art for the rest of my life. "would you like some cake? here, we can eat it on this dali print [i don't really have a dali print]!" amazing!

omg.

OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG.

DAVID SEDARIS JUST SAID I WAS GOOD AT JAPANESE.

DAVID. SEDARIS. COMPLIMENTED. ME. ME. WE TALKED ABOUT JAPAN. WE SPOKE JAPANESE. I AM GOING TO DIE.

what's this about hmm...giant ants?

so i just realized that you don't get notification when people comment on your entries! how dumb am i! answer: pretty dumb! but thank you for the comments, erin and steph. they were neglected, but now they are not!

last night i watched the merchant and ivory version of a room with a view. i liked the book way better, but it was still pretty good. helena bonham carter looked really young, and daniel day lewis had a dumb haircut, but what can you say, it was 1986. and all i could think about during the big bathing scene with george, freddy, and mr. beebe was that e.m. forster must have enjoyed this, wherever he is now. i love e.m. forster. he was friends with w.h. auden and christopher isherwood! the best friendships are author friendships, don't you know. literary fun fact: w.h. auden married a german lesbian author in 1935 in order to get her a british passport to escape the nazis. he was awesome. i wish i could hang out with him and talk about the sino-japanese wars.

the bad part about watching a room with a view was that in led to my writing of bad fanfiction! oh no! i am only admitting this because i think everyone should and probably has written bad fanfiction at least once in their life and i am owning up to mine. it will stay locked away where no one will ever find it. i don't think i've written fiction since i was in middle school. in truth, it wasn't all that bad, i don't think, but still. lock and key. these are incriminating times or some such nonsense.

i will now end this entry with one of my favorite comics for no reason at all! if i ever become a history teacher [it is possible], all i will do is show kate beaton comics. she is awesome. also! another thing for absolutely no reason at all: isn't the guy who plays tiberius gracchus in 'the battle for rome' dreamy? sigh. go on out there and campaign for the common people and work it, tiberius. the senators may assassinate you but you'll always live on in my heart.

ferret! snake! orca!

OH MAN GUYS. you know what show was AWESOME back in the day?



DANGER BAY. it was this canadian show about a marine biologist! but he solved crimes! and they showed it on the disney channel in the states! how much more awesome can one show be? my grandparents lived in british columbia for a while and this was always my vision of what their house looked like when i was growing up. except they probably didn't use so many sea helicopters. but my uncles did ride like, a sea school bus to school! CANADA IS AMAZING.

maybe you will have a girl tonight.

i think that lazy line painter jane is one of my favorite belle and sebastian songs ever, if not one of my favorite songs in general ever. it makes me regret never learning how to play the organ and it makes me think of warm summer nights and it's just good times all around. i also like every goddamned song off of "the life pursuit" and will one day be scottish and write songs about playing football and buying cocaine and various other quaint topics. fantastic.

i have a feeling i will be talking about music in here a lot. c'est la vie.

my cousin heather was in town this weekend. among many other things, we went to ikea. i already knew i loved sweden, but i'll say it again. i love sweden. so many good things come from there. it is one of my many, many life goals to move to stockholm one day. every photograph of me will feature me in a scarf, i suspect. and pigtails, because apparently every girl in sweden is supposed to look like maria. god i love that comic. she's doing a fundraising drive for the next two weeks and every donation over twenty bucks gets a hand-drawn sketch and i want one so bad but i've already spent like $55 over the past month or so on art and i really shouldn't spend anymore. sigh. we'll just have to see.

and now i'm off to read historical fiction about ancient crete. hott.

post punk always equals sophomore year.

so i am listening to the appleseed cast and as my title suggests, they remind me of high school. getting into bands was so fun back then. i remember makeoutclub.com was a goldmine of new bands to discover; it's where i found jawbreaker, and for that, i am eternally grateful. although i think i got into jets to brazil first, but whatever. it's all blake schwartzenbach in the end. but yeah, appleseed cast! one of the best shows i ever went to, and i went with the most random people. i think it was like, sara lambeth, brian donkersley, and ben manker-seale, and my dad drove us, and we met the drummer and the bassist on the train tracks next to solar culture, and it was amazing. i miss going to shows! but music talk is boring so i'll move on.

i should have been asleep like two hours ago but my sleep schedule is all messed up due to work. i work from 8 pm to 1 am a couple times a week now at kohl's of all places but it's a job. i need money for my house, which i should be moving into sometime in august, so you know. welcome to the working week and all that. i am so excited about my house. i have been buying art off of etsy and places like that and the other day i bought a rug. it's a very grown-up feeling to be excited about buying a rug. i will have to have some sort of get together when i get moved in, though my place is tiny and will probably only fit like two other people. but i have a back patio. and awesome retro wood paneling. so what i'm saying is i will make it work somehow.

i have a feeling i will be writing in here a lot. c'est la vie.

hark! a blog is born.

so i have started a new blog, because it is 1:45 in the morning and that is what you do. truefax.