holla back
Inspired by JorDAN, I will now list my top five favorite R.E.M. songs of all time.
1. The One I Love
2. What's The Frequency, Kenneth?
3. Losing My Religion
4. Shiny Happy People
5. It's The End Of The World As We Know It (okay, much overdone, but it reminds me of Independence Day)
Mmmm...now that is one beautiful list. Now the top five things I want for my birthday.
5. DVDs: Undercover Blues, Sin City, Captain Ron, Tommy Boy, Richie Rich, and of course Catwoman (just kidding!)
4. [I couldn't think of anything to put here...maybe a Barnes and Noble gift card? A pirate stripper? Something crafty and homemade?]
3. Treasure
2. Amazing flat screen LCD/Plasma/Super-Fantastic TV
1. Your love
See, THAT one I did backwards. Like I said: I like to switch it up. Keep it real. You know.
Last night the Boyfriend and I went to this free acoustic concert down at Kierland Commons. It was actually pretty good. We only stayed for the first two acts though, because we figured it'd be all downhill from there. First was Johnny Marnell who does this whole John Mayer meets Maroon 5 act. He was really quite good, but he kept making the oddest faces while singing... johnnymarnell.com Then came this uber talented Fiona-esque girl who sang well and played even better. I don't know why she's not famous. She's cute, she's talented, what more do you need? Her songs did mention a few things over and over though...namely smiles, lattes, and giving it your all. But give the girl a break, she looked barely older than me. Jeez.
The Boyfriend was super sweet the entire night. Didn't even complain when I took forever in the book store or when I insisted on showing off by yelling out everytime we passed a book I've read (which...not to brag or anything, but...was often. Okay, really often). I have to keep reminding myself: you can not trust this kid, you can not trust this kid, you can not trust this kid. It's a very annoying mantra to engage in. Sometimes he seems like this most amazing, totally open, completely honest person but at other times I see him as someone else entirely. That everything he says or does is a lie. The truth must be in the median. Which would mean his lies are 50/50, 1:1, equal. Which would mean that he's just another regular old guy. How sad. Everything would be so much easier if I could just give in and let go, but I already did that once and I got slapped in the face for it. I'm still sore.
Here's a random tidbit for you. You've all heard the word "regurgitate," you know, to throw up. Right? So what would its antonym be? I'll tell you. Ingurgitate. To swallow greedily. Maybe this is common sense for the rest of the world, but I was disproportionately excited when I found out (which was by accident. I don't go around looking up random words all day, I swear). "Gurgitate" by itself, however, is not a word. God help you if you use "gurgitate" in a sentence. You'll be the laughing stock of the town.
I'm so glad I was raised on English. What a pain in the ass it would be to learn it now. I don't think I could have any more respect for non-native-English speaking immigrants.
In honor of Reno911 and its presentation of Reading with Ron (not to mention my ingurgitate find), I thought I'd add in some fun with words.
holla vi [by shortening of holler] 1: to talk to, to communicate with, esp. to reciprocate communication i.e. a telephone call "Holla back at me next week" 2: To call out, notify "I'll holla when I've made up my mind"
holla n : an expression of greeting "The doctor said to holla when your contractions are hella strong."
Do not confuse the words "hella" and "holla". The results could be disastrous.