Okay, so there's been some weird sort of internet coup. Vox is suddenly different. :Gracey looks around with shifty, scared eyes, in a panicked sort of way: In case you didn't know this, Trey, I have this weird sort of change-phobia, where all things that change kind of send me into a panic for a while.
Like when my mom painted my room while I wasn't home? Yeah, the fact that my room was suddenly orange freaked the hell out of me for a while. Then the paint fumes cleared my system and I got over it.
So, this video. I swear, I'm planning on doing it tomorrow. However, there's the slight issue that my grandmother is coming for her annual three-week January visit, which questions my privacy. I mean, yeah, it does have the good effect that I have to clean my room, so you'll see clean space as opposed to miscellaneous crap behind my video self.
But if she's floating around sketchily, as people in this house are wont to do, I'm not lip-syncing to Britney Spears. Sorry, buddy. Not happening.
Actually, there's a long list of things that would cause me to not make that video. I shall review some of them: my death, if I mysteriously have a date, nuclear armageddon, my house catching on fire, computer crash, worldwide pandemic of TB. The list goes on and on.
Expect a video tomorrow/Sunday.
Alright. In light of our agreement/disagreement session, I have several things to comment upon.
First: I'm not sure I believe you about the comics. Everyone loves comics on some level. Even me. And you know how many times I've read/seen Pride and Prejudice. So, I think that underneath it all, you love them just a little.
"Russians make the best artists, like Rachmaninoff! And Ayn Rand! YAY for ATLAS SHRUGGED"
Could you have picked any more unrelated Russians? I mean, unless you picked LENIN and Ayn Rand. Also, I'm a fan of The Fountainhead and Anthem. The latter especially; short but sweet.
I cannot believe that you said the words "I have a rainbow fetish." I hope you relize that I didn't mean it in that way. I meant it in the utterly embarassing, I'd make even a pathetic six year old girl, please someone drown me sort of way.
Yes, that way.
I can't believe you've never seen Ghost or American Pie. NEITHER? REALLY?
I mean, yeah, they're both the most terrible movies in the history of forever (except maybe The City of Joy, also starring Patrick Swayze, as it turns out), but everone's heard of them, and most everyone's seen them. I will admit, I have not seen Ghost in its entirety, but that could very well be because I had to go and throw up.
So, as for music right now, I'm not actually going to talk about a particular band. I'm going to break out a megalith of musical wealth. Use it wisely, people.
Naturally, I refer to the godly Pandora.com. What Pandora Radio is, is an online radio of sorts, where you can listen to 'stations' based entirely off of the kind of music you like to hear.
What you do, is enter the name of a band that you're listening to. Then, Pandora's magic elves will find you songs that are either by said band, or have similar influences to said band, or sound similar to said band. You can create and save any number of stations (right now I have about five), and edit or delete the stations you already have.
The only catch is that you have to sign up using an email account, and that you can only skip so many songs per hour. After that, you have to listen to everything they throw at you, or change stations. But other than that, it's quite possibly one of the more excellent things in life. I'm telling you, people. This stuff is golden.
You really can't go wrong with Pandora.com, if you like anything from Vivaldi to Maximo Park, to R.E.M. to Snoop Dog.
Here's some conventient linkage:
Other than that, I have seven exams coming up in less than two weeks, and my brain is slowly atrophying. Soon I'll have zero grey matter. I can only assume that, at that point, my posts will stop. I'm sure Trey will relay the news of my sad inability to think.
Actually, it probably won't be that sad for me. I'll probably wind up being very stupidly content, and just eat chocolates all day, and not even worry that I'm fat and lazy and stupid, because I'll be too mindless to ever realize it.
I'm kidding people, kidding.
Mostly.
Love,
Gracey
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