Alright, I realize that it is 4.33 am as of this second, but I have to tell you that I am sooo currently stoked that it is Saturday, September 4, 2010. I do still have a bit of alcohol in me right now, so this may be a slight overreaction, but I am SO FUCKING STOKED FOR SARA BAREILLES' ALBUM TO COME OUT ON THE 7TH! Ever since I got her first album, Little Voice, back in 2007, I have been listening to it non-stop since. And let me tell you, I just got her DVD from Barnes & Noble Booksellers, INC. and I am making it a point to see her live, in the same fashion I did up Kelly Clarkson last year in Las Vegas. I already pre-ordered her newest album, Kaleidoscope Heart, so I can receive it on Tuesday. My co-worker, who took my order down, totally fucking asked me if I wanted it on CD or on LP. You know what my answer was to that? "If you can fit an LP into the CD player in my car and have it play perfectly, I will buy an LP." I laughed hard because I knew my co-worker was fucking with me. I would SO buy it on LP if I had a decent record player. Oh, the pristine quality of records. Ugh, now I want one.
So, anyways, be on the lookout for a black Jetta making her way 'round town, bass bumpin' Sara Bareilles. If you see said car, wave. Chances are I'll wave back. lol.
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check out sara bareille's official site. you can sneak peek a few tracks off her album; you can also read her blog entries and watch v-blogs of the recording process of 'kaleidoscope heart'. she looks like she's fun to go drinking with. she could probably outswear me, and god knows what will happen once alcohol is involved. omg, i'm getting crazy now. anyways, check her shit out, she's legit.
this music video is visually pleasing and creative. if you're interested in complexity and depth in songwriting, listen to the words in this song. her brilliance comes from her ability to make sense towards that tugging feeling in your heart vs. reality and reason telling you to stray away. in any case, it's easier said than done but this song really puts me into perspective most of the time. or, it puts me in the mood to cry 'cuz sometimes you gotta do it.
Okay, I gotta hit the sack now. My parents are starting to wake up for their day. lol. Night folks!
-gail aka way too into Sara Bareilles right now
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
Holy Shit! A New Post!!!!
Hi peeps. Gail here. Remember me? Yes, I'm sorry for neglecting you, itsagailthing.com. I've been super busy in the day and really tired at night. So for that, I apologize. So, here's a little update on my life since my last post in November.
12.3.09
I turned 24. I went out with a couple of my friends to Gyu-kaku and decided to drink my weight in alcohol. Thanks for that, Scott Motoda. /-: And to prove to you I really drank til my heart's content (and then some), here are a few pics to remember my 24th by.
Oh, the memories. Or lack thereof. Yes, I was instructed to take that green monster of a drink as a shot. DAMN YOU GYU-KAKU AND YOURE AWESOMENESS.
hmmm... so, moving on.
2009 left and 2010 arrived. In that time, there was a fake tsunami, real earthquakes in places where loved ones live, the back 9 of Glee happened, went to the Jack Johnson concert aka Kokua Festival. See?
Other than that, nothing else is new. Just drinking a lot with my co-workers WHEN i'm not working (which is hardly ever so I enjoy that time), working a lot, and yeah... anyways...
I sit here now, trying to sync my iPhone so that I can have that darn iOS4, but it's taking so damn long. Instead of going into my sixth hour of playing Toy Story 3 on my XBox 360 (gamertag: gailfern), I decided to write a blog. Mostly about the awesome movie that was Toy Story 3. Okay, if you haven't seen the movie yet and intend on seeing it. Stop here.
How amazing was the final installment of this beloved trilogy? From the very beginning, there was that sense of sadness. Andy's room was much different than before, most of the toys from the first and second movie were now just memories encased in DVD cases, (I was definitely saddened when Woody addressed that Bo Peep was sold one of their famous yard sales), and as pointed out in the trailers, Andy was moving to college. That's a really great premise because it is addressing the "growing up" in life and what a perfect send-off for the toys. They haven't been played for years, so they were emotionally prepared for "the attic." The mass confusion that happened in the next hour was so fucking stressful for me. The damn mix-up with the trash bags to the almost getting thrown into the 'opala truck by dumbass Syd and then putting themselves into the donation box and then the whole Sunnyside debacle. There were definitely some super hilarious moments, the whole Woody being programmed in Spanish and Mr. Potato Head as Tortilla Head had me rolling on the floor (not literally, but if it were on my own carpet, it would've come down to that), but then the intensity and heaviness and darkness of the movie is really what got me. It was as if this wasn't a kids movie anymore, but it was more for kids who are no longer kids, who got to watch the first movie in theatres. It was as if the movie was made for the adults who put their first investments into this franchise 15 years ago. The whole montage about Lotso bear getting lost at the park with that fucking scary ass baby doll and that equally as scary clown doll was really above the emotive level of a kid and what was possibly the darkest part of the movie, the incinerator scene, had me in tears. The way they accepted their fate was really sad and the way they looked at each other - they didn't have to say "I love you" - they just showed it in their eyes. HOW THE HELL DID THE ANIMATORS EMOTE SUCH A HEAVY FEELING?? I had a feeling they were going to make it out alive, but the closer they got to the heart of the fire, I had a split second where I though "Oh shit, this is the worst way to end a children's movie" and then the aliens clawed up them to safety. And then the real ending was so gratifying for me, I couldn't have asked for a better ending to happen for a movie trilogy that I have loved ever since I was 10. I was so immersed in him giving his toys to a girl who so deserved those toys. The way it was portrayed was so heartwarming and yet so sad. With each character he was giving to Bonnie, my crying got progressively harder. That scene went deep for me. Life goes on, people grow up, but you remember those things in life that have shaped you (whether it'd be people or things or places you've been) and as much as you want to stay in the moment and not let go, there is life awaiting you. You move on. Those things in your past that have shaped you become distant, fuzzy memories and once in a while, when you revisit those memories, as hard as it may to remember, you realize that you are who you are because of it. While Andy it may have been his toys, for me I think about those people who come and go in my life, some of which we will keep in touch for life, some of which I will lose contact with, some people are just passers-by, some lost forever, some lost too soon. It makes me sad thinking that I can't keep everyone in my life who I have become friends with, but such as is life.
So, the movie had me stressed, laughing, crying, anxious, sad, in a critical thinking state. And those are the movies that I love so much. Thank you Toy Story 3, for going out with a bang.
So, there you have it folks. My opinion. (-:
Catchya when I do. Don't chase me for very long, though. Chances are, you won't catch up to me. LOL. juuuust kidding.
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12.3.09
I turned 24. I went out with a couple of my friends to Gyu-kaku and decided to drink my weight in alcohol. Thanks for that, Scott Motoda. /-: And to prove to you I really drank til my heart's content (and then some), here are a few pics to remember my 24th by.
Oh, the memories. Or lack thereof. Yes, I was instructed to take that green monster of a drink as a shot. DAMN YOU GYU-KAKU AND YOURE AWESOMENESS.
hmmm... so, moving on.
2009 left and 2010 arrived. In that time, there was a fake tsunami, real earthquakes in places where loved ones live, the back 9 of Glee happened, went to the Jack Johnson concert aka Kokua Festival. See?
Other than that, nothing else is new. Just drinking a lot with my co-workers WHEN i'm not working (which is hardly ever so I enjoy that time), working a lot, and yeah... anyways...
I sit here now, trying to sync my iPhone so that I can have that darn iOS4, but it's taking so damn long. Instead of going into my sixth hour of playing Toy Story 3 on my XBox 360 (gamertag: gailfern), I decided to write a blog. Mostly about the awesome movie that was Toy Story 3. Okay, if you haven't seen the movie yet and intend on seeing it. Stop here.
How amazing was the final installment of this beloved trilogy? From the very beginning, there was that sense of sadness. Andy's room was much different than before, most of the toys from the first and second movie were now just memories encased in DVD cases, (I was definitely saddened when Woody addressed that Bo Peep was sold one of their famous yard sales), and as pointed out in the trailers, Andy was moving to college. That's a really great premise because it is addressing the "growing up" in life and what a perfect send-off for the toys. They haven't been played for years, so they were emotionally prepared for "the attic." The mass confusion that happened in the next hour was so fucking stressful for me. The damn mix-up with the trash bags to the almost getting thrown into the 'opala truck by dumbass Syd and then putting themselves into the donation box and then the whole Sunnyside debacle. There were definitely some super hilarious moments, the whole Woody being programmed in Spanish and Mr. Potato Head as Tortilla Head had me rolling on the floor (not literally, but if it were on my own carpet, it would've come down to that), but then the intensity and heaviness and darkness of the movie is really what got me. It was as if this wasn't a kids movie anymore, but it was more for kids who are no longer kids, who got to watch the first movie in theatres. It was as if the movie was made for the adults who put their first investments into this franchise 15 years ago. The whole montage about Lotso bear getting lost at the park with that fucking scary ass baby doll and that equally as scary clown doll was really above the emotive level of a kid and what was possibly the darkest part of the movie, the incinerator scene, had me in tears. The way they accepted their fate was really sad and the way they looked at each other - they didn't have to say "I love you" - they just showed it in their eyes. HOW THE HELL DID THE ANIMATORS EMOTE SUCH A HEAVY FEELING?? I had a feeling they were going to make it out alive, but the closer they got to the heart of the fire, I had a split second where I though "Oh shit, this is the worst way to end a children's movie" and then the aliens clawed up them to safety. And then the real ending was so gratifying for me, I couldn't have asked for a better ending to happen for a movie trilogy that I have loved ever since I was 10. I was so immersed in him giving his toys to a girl who so deserved those toys. The way it was portrayed was so heartwarming and yet so sad. With each character he was giving to Bonnie, my crying got progressively harder. That scene went deep for me. Life goes on, people grow up, but you remember those things in life that have shaped you (whether it'd be people or things or places you've been) and as much as you want to stay in the moment and not let go, there is life awaiting you. You move on. Those things in your past that have shaped you become distant, fuzzy memories and once in a while, when you revisit those memories, as hard as it may to remember, you realize that you are who you are because of it. While Andy it may have been his toys, for me I think about those people who come and go in my life, some of which we will keep in touch for life, some of which I will lose contact with, some people are just passers-by, some lost forever, some lost too soon. It makes me sad thinking that I can't keep everyone in my life who I have become friends with, but such as is life.
So, the movie had me stressed, laughing, crying, anxious, sad, in a critical thinking state. And those are the movies that I love so much. Thank you Toy Story 3, for going out with a bang.
So, there you have it folks. My opinion. (-:
Catchya when I do. Don't chase me for very long, though. Chances are, you won't catch up to me. LOL. juuuust kidding.
-gail
Friday, November 13, 2009
Concrete Jungle Where Dreams are Made of...
Okay, I know those lyrics are lyrics to "Empire State of Mind" by Jay-Z and Alicia Keys, but this blog is about my trip to LA/Las Vegas this past week. It was the best trip I have taken in recent years. I know I say that about most trips I take, but I cannot see this one being topped. I honestly can't. Okay, so a few months ago, I wrote a blog about my concert wish-list (which can be viewed here) and one of the people on that list was Kelly Clarkson. When her tour schedule came out, I was very pleased to find out that she was playing at The Joint in Las Vegas. That's literally only 2,765 miles away from me!! And since Las Vegas is where I called home for three years (approx) of my life I said, why the hell not? Kelly Clarkson is not making any stops in Hawaii evarrr so why not kill two birds with one stone and make a vacation out of a concert? So I did. I rounded up one of my best friends Tyler and my newly moved to We.Ho best friend Johnny to come with me to said concert. We stayed in LA for five days and LV for two days. It was the best time ever. I got to reconnect with old friends from college and I also got to experience LA the way I've always wanted to.
Bye Hawaii!! Hellooooo LA!!
Much to our surprise, we found out that Jon lives pretty damn close to the heart of Melrose, which is pretty fucking awesome considering one of my favorite stores (Kid Robot) is in his backyard. Tyler and I also found out that The Improv on Melrose is literally a block down. So, that's what we did. We walked our lazy asses down to The Improv to watch some good ole fashion stand up comedy. What a fucking great night to be alive, seriously. The SECOND I walk in (and I literally mean the second), I see Craig Robinson (Darryl from The Office) sitting right there. A man who works with all of my favorite actors on my favorite tv show of all time!!! Gangster Pumpkin!!!! Yup, live in the flesh. (-: It set the mood for the whole trip and in that moment, I knew this trip was going to be unlike any other trip I have taken. So, after that little encounter, Tyler and I watched two hours of some of the best amateur comedians out there. Ben Gleib, Moshe Kasher, Ali Wong (Asian women represent!!!), Jay Larson and Asif Ali performed at The Improv in front of that famous Improv sign for fifteen minutes each. Each fifteen minutes that went by was fifteen minutes closer to peeing my pants, which I did...n't. (-: My favorite joke of the whole night was a Ghostbusters joke and Ben Gleib singing "Bustin' Makes me feel gooooood!" What a fucking great night it was.
Next day we just spent it shopping and eating at Jon's place of employment. If anyone is EVER in the We.Ho district of LA, be sure to stop by O.Bar and get their fucking Lobster Mac and Cheese. It is the best mac and cheese to ever exist. Anyways, we pretty much kicked it low key that night 'cuz we were driving out to LV the next day.
Pants Party!!!
MY LUNCH WOULD SUCK WITHOUT FOOD!!
BEST CONCERT EVER!
Bye Hawaii!! Hellooooo LA!!Much to our surprise, we found out that Jon lives pretty damn close to the heart of Melrose, which is pretty fucking awesome considering one of my favorite stores (Kid Robot) is in his backyard. Tyler and I also found out that The Improv on Melrose is literally a block down. So, that's what we did. We walked our lazy asses down to The Improv to watch some good ole fashion stand up comedy. What a fucking great night to be alive, seriously. The SECOND I walk in (and I literally mean the second), I see Craig Robinson (Darryl from The Office) sitting right there. A man who works with all of my favorite actors on my favorite tv show of all time!!! Gangster Pumpkin!!!! Yup, live in the flesh. (-: It set the mood for the whole trip and in that moment, I knew this trip was going to be unlike any other trip I have taken. So, after that little encounter, Tyler and I watched two hours of some of the best amateur comedians out there. Ben Gleib, Moshe Kasher, Ali Wong (Asian women represent!!!), Jay Larson and Asif Ali performed at The Improv in front of that famous Improv sign for fifteen minutes each. Each fifteen minutes that went by was fifteen minutes closer to peeing my pants, which I did...n't. (-: My favorite joke of the whole night was a Ghostbusters joke and Ben Gleib singing "Bustin' Makes me feel gooooood!" What a fucking great night it was.
Next day we just spent it shopping and eating at Jon's place of employment. If anyone is EVER in the We.Ho district of LA, be sure to stop by O.Bar and get their fucking Lobster Mac and Cheese. It is the best mac and cheese to ever exist. Anyways, we pretty much kicked it low key that night 'cuz we were driving out to LV the next day.
Driving to LV is always a blasty blast. I'm always in Jon's passenger seat and we're always having fun, talking story and what not. It was so nice to add a third party to the pants party (as I like to call the Gail + Jon duo).
Pants Party!!!So, on to the Kelly Clarkson concert. As a pre-game, Tyler and I decided that it would be okay for our bodies to drink a bottle of sake each. Roughly ten shots of sake later, I was feeling real good for the concert. We arrived there two songs before Parachute was done; which ultimately meant that we completely missed Eric Hutchinson. That's when the sake started to kick in. Well, Jon and Ikaika brought some drinks over from the bar (which was NOT STOCKED) and so more drinking commenced. Well, by this time Tyler "Vomit Face" was complaining about his health and did not want to drink another delicious concoction of Ikaika's. Welllll... that's when I came in and willingly double fisted so I could be drunk enough to really let loose (as if I would be inhibited otherwise) but not so drunk where I would be puking on the floor, not remembering jackshit thus wasting a flight and almost 100 dollar Kelly Clarkson concert tickets. So, I will show you a picture of what the concert experience was like for me.
Two Kellys? SWEEEET!
Two Kellys? SWEEEET!But, I managed to make it out of the concert a VERY happy woman. She sang all of my favorites from her four albums and she did some fucking amazing covers. First cover she did was a mash-up of Alanis Morrissette's "Then I Will Be Good" and Kings of Leon's "Use Somebody". She also did Black Keys' "Lies" (acoustic version), Patsy Cline's "I Go Walking After Midnight" (Youtube clip of her @ said concert) and White Stripes' "Seven Nation Army" (equally as AMAZING!) I know not all of you are K.C. fans out there (booo! jK) but goddamn she was SO good live. No fucked up notes, she had a shitload of energy and she kills it hardcore.
KC singing "Behind These Hazel Eyes" and my drunk ass behind the camera.
Her encore was fucking killer as she saved her best songs for last. Okay, so you know how I said I was sloshed? Well, being sloshed can take you thru some killer emotions. She came out with her first encore song, which is my personal favorite KC song and that song is Sober. It was in that moment, the whole experience was transcendental for me. This was the very song that has reached out to me in ways no other song has ever done so. (If you don't believe me, listen to it here, it's KC at her songwriting finest. Don't mind the video just pay attention to the song.) I may have shed a tear or two, but come on peeps... I was in my element. Anyways, the song went right into "Seven Nation Army" and then her current single now "Already Gone" and she finished her concert with "My Life Would Suck Without You". I have been to my fair share of concerts in my life and I have to say that this one was probably my favorite of all time. She is my favorite pop artist for sure, but the crowd was good, I was drunk as hell, I was with my best friends and I was listening to one of the best truly gifted singers live. It was crazy. Wanna see more drunken antics? Don't ever let me film whilst inebriated ever again. I'm getting the Paranormal Activity/Blair Witch vibe.
MY LUNCH WOULD SUCK WITHOUT FOOD!!
BEST CONCERT EVER!
Later that night (instead of partying it up at Wasted Space with Kelly and her gang), we went to Spearmint Rhino. Saw a ton of boobies, one girl was giving this dude the most boneriffic lap dance in the history of lap dances and I gotta say, it was fucking HOT as hell. Other than that, I heard I passed out in Jon's car, sang to Kelly Clarkson with a Filipino accent thru my poster, threw jalapenos everywhere, passed out with a burrito in my hand and that's pretty much all I remember after that point.
Next morning, I woke up with a mean hangover, ate my hangover away with lunch @ Serendipity Cafe at Ceaser's Palace with an old friend Jaime K. After that, we did a bunch of shopping and then headed to a tapas bar and rounded up the 702 crew where I continued to drink copious amounts of alcohol for the second night in a row. No rest for the wicked, I tell ya. After about 10 glasses of mojito (approx.) we headed out to club XS at the Encore Hotel @ the Wynn. It was off the heazy! Got my drank on, didn't have to wait in line (Thanks Lynne and Grant!) and danced to my favorite club songs... such as Miley Cyrus' "Party in the USA". BLECH! Is it even legal to play her underage ass songs at the club? Well, anyways... the club was banging, the jams were off the hook, and Criss Angel hosted the party which probably means he hypnotized all of us without our knowledge.
After only a few hours of sleep, we headed back to LA the next morning and caught the Lakers game. Again, awesome times. Lakers killed the Hornets and we all got free tacos from Jack in the Crack for being ticketholders. WHOO HOOO! The rest of the trip was spent eating at some killer spots that LA has to offer, such as Koo Koo Roo (come to the HI bitch!), Pink's Hot Dog (I had the lesbian hot dog... no weiner. Get it? Because lesbians don't like weiners.) where I had the Rosie O'Donnell dog. Canter's Deli which is the best roast beef sammich I ever had (the inventor of cole slaw in a roast beef sammich deserves a Nobel Peace Prize 'cuz I am convinced that the Brooklyn Ave w/Roast Beef will stop any warfare in teh world), and numerous cafes around the WeHo/LA area. And that's pretty much it.
I gotta say... LA is really a place where dreams are made or shattered. Everyone there is trying to make it in some sort of business. To surround yourself where many have succeeded is something I understand in people wanting to move there. All in all I had a great week spent with my best friends. I couldn't have asked for a better trip. My favorite moments weren't the ones where we were doing something LA savvy. It was those moments spent laughing and experiencing shit with Johnny and Tyler. It was just the best time ever. THank you Jon for everything and thank you Tyler as well! Next stop: Wine Country.
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Next morning, I woke up with a mean hangover, ate my hangover away with lunch @ Serendipity Cafe at Ceaser's Palace with an old friend Jaime K. After that, we did a bunch of shopping and then headed to a tapas bar and rounded up the 702 crew where I continued to drink copious amounts of alcohol for the second night in a row. No rest for the wicked, I tell ya. After about 10 glasses of mojito (approx.) we headed out to club XS at the Encore Hotel @ the Wynn. It was off the heazy! Got my drank on, didn't have to wait in line (Thanks Lynne and Grant!) and danced to my favorite club songs... such as Miley Cyrus' "Party in the USA". BLECH! Is it even legal to play her underage ass songs at the club? Well, anyways... the club was banging, the jams were off the hook, and Criss Angel hosted the party which probably means he hypnotized all of us without our knowledge.
After only a few hours of sleep, we headed back to LA the next morning and caught the Lakers game. Again, awesome times. Lakers killed the Hornets and we all got free tacos from Jack in the Crack for being ticketholders. WHOO HOOO! The rest of the trip was spent eating at some killer spots that LA has to offer, such as Koo Koo Roo (come to the HI bitch!), Pink's Hot Dog (I had the lesbian hot dog... no weiner. Get it? Because lesbians don't like weiners.) where I had the Rosie O'Donnell dog. Canter's Deli which is the best roast beef sammich I ever had (the inventor of cole slaw in a roast beef sammich deserves a Nobel Peace Prize 'cuz I am convinced that the Brooklyn Ave w/Roast Beef will stop any warfare in teh world), and numerous cafes around the WeHo/LA area. And that's pretty much it.
I gotta say... LA is really a place where dreams are made or shattered. Everyone there is trying to make it in some sort of business. To surround yourself where many have succeeded is something I understand in people wanting to move there. All in all I had a great week spent with my best friends. I couldn't have asked for a better trip. My favorite moments weren't the ones where we were doing something LA savvy. It was those moments spent laughing and experiencing shit with Johnny and Tyler. It was just the best time ever. THank you Jon for everything and thank you Tyler as well! Next stop: Wine Country.
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-gail
Monday, September 14, 2009
Ex-Open Letter: Douchebag Edition
After I found out the shenanigans that went on @ the VMAs this year (ugh EVERY FUCKING YEAR!) I was already forming my open letter blog during work. That is, until my favoritest person in the entire wide world (okay, maybe not favoritest but definitely top 5 celeb) Kelly Clarkson wrote an open letter to him on her blog. (You can view said blog here) Of course I didn't want to seem like I was copying her, because I am a fan of the open letters. I guess I'm not going to do it since Kelly Clarkson already did it, but here's my thoughts on it.
Kanye West really fucked up this time. You know, the last few times when he has stormed up on stage and fucking made a fool of himself or when he has thrown hissy fits backstage, I usually forgave him for it. He is such a beautiful artist. But, when you take someone's glory from them, especially when this person is still a fetus, you pretty much deserve the douchiest douchebag award of all time. And that award went to Speidi for how long. I used to not give a shit about what he did beyond his music. I never really paid attention to his inflated ass ego and his stupid ass remarks about how he is God's gift to music (as if God listens to rap music all the time) but now I refuse to jump back on his train. My life is music. I live it, I breathe it, I love it. If the music speaks to me on a bigger level than just words and melody, I am usually a fan. Kanye used to speak to me. I felt his music, I let it embrace me. But, no longer. He is such a disgrace to the music industry. I don't give a flying FUCK how drunk he was, (let us not forget my favorite drunk youtube moment of all-time) you don't do that shit. Ever. Anyways, I'm not the hugest Taylor Swift fan, but she deserves every merit she gets in life because she is talented way beyond her years and I admire her work as a songwriter. So, what I'm trying to say is that Kanye West you have lost yet another fan, you are a fucking asshole and you have no right to disrepect Taylor Swift, Beyonce and your mother the way you have tonight.
alright, /rant.
Anywho, I have to get to sleep now. My laptop is fucked up right now so I gotta fucking see what I can do. I actually am going to call my brother tomorrow about it. It turns on, but it doesn't start up. Well, I hear it boot up but the screen doesn't come on. Oh god, I KNEW I should sync my iTunes to my desktop. I guess I'm a stubborn ass mutha fucka.
Anyways, I'm not drinking until the 5k I am "running" this weekend is over. Ugh, one whole week... that's crazy! Okay, night!!!
-gail
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Kanye West really fucked up this time. You know, the last few times when he has stormed up on stage and fucking made a fool of himself or when he has thrown hissy fits backstage, I usually forgave him for it. He is such a beautiful artist. But, when you take someone's glory from them, especially when this person is still a fetus, you pretty much deserve the douchiest douchebag award of all time. And that award went to Speidi for how long. I used to not give a shit about what he did beyond his music. I never really paid attention to his inflated ass ego and his stupid ass remarks about how he is God's gift to music (as if God listens to rap music all the time) but now I refuse to jump back on his train. My life is music. I live it, I breathe it, I love it. If the music speaks to me on a bigger level than just words and melody, I am usually a fan. Kanye used to speak to me. I felt his music, I let it embrace me. But, no longer. He is such a disgrace to the music industry. I don't give a flying FUCK how drunk he was, (let us not forget my favorite drunk youtube moment of all-time) you don't do that shit. Ever. Anyways, I'm not the hugest Taylor Swift fan, but she deserves every merit she gets in life because she is talented way beyond her years and I admire her work as a songwriter. So, what I'm trying to say is that Kanye West you have lost yet another fan, you are a fucking asshole and you have no right to disrepect Taylor Swift, Beyonce and your mother the way you have tonight.
alright, /rant.
Anywho, I have to get to sleep now. My laptop is fucked up right now so I gotta fucking see what I can do. I actually am going to call my brother tomorrow about it. It turns on, but it doesn't start up. Well, I hear it boot up but the screen doesn't come on. Oh god, I KNEW I should sync my iTunes to my desktop. I guess I'm a stubborn ass mutha fucka.
Anyways, I'm not drinking until the 5k I am "running" this weekend is over. Ugh, one whole week... that's crazy! Okay, night!!!
-gail
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Monday, September 7, 2009
TWLOHA
quick blog right before i go to work.
sorry, i've just been SO busy with two jobs that i barely have time to keep up. believe me, i have plenty to write about but i just haven't found the time to write it. but, i promise i will blog again soon. (-:
first off, i resurfaced on twitter as @gailfern. (-: follow me!
secondly, i've gotten some inspiration in the wake of my boy moving to texas. miss you, vajra )-:
thirdly... i'm taking my cat in to get his nuts chopped off. whoo hooo! okay, on to the important stuff...
in the wake of something happening to a dear friend of mine, i wanted to share with you this wonderful organization called "To Write Love on Her Arms". To Write Love on Her Arms, or TWLOHA, is a non-profit organization aimed towards helping people struggling through depression, self-mutilation, addiction and suicide. It started in 2006 to help a friend who was going through those things. They started selling t-shirts to help pay for a girl's treatments and it later kind of blew up into this whole movement.
I'm sure I can speak for a lot of us out there when we say we know people or exprienced first hand, depression, self-mutilation, addiction and suicide. I am very much so a person who has seen the effects of drugs, alcoholism, self-mutiliation, depression and suicide can do to someone. I have experienced the pain of losing loved ones from suicide or drugs/alcohol. It's not fun.
So, if you have a friend or a loved one who is going through what they are giong through, then you need to help out. Even if it's just to lend a hand of support, or an ear to listen or a shoulder to cry on, we need to help these people out. If you, the ones of people who read my blog, are going through something and you feel like you are alone and that you cannot handle all the pain you are going through, I am here for you. There are a lot of people who are here for you. Even if it's a complete stranger, this person cares more than you can ever imagine. And although you may think that the only solution to your pain is to cause pain on yourself, you are wrong. The biggest solution to your pain is love. And your loved ones are there for you.
For more information, please visit their website:
TWLOHA.com
help out a great cause.
buy a t-shirt
dog tags
donate money
educate yourself.
it's a great thing to be able to help someone who really just needs someone to listen.
-gail
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To Write Love on Her Arms
Hopeline - if you need someone to talk to or 1-800-suicide
Hawaiispear.org - Auntie Pua's Suicide Prevention foundation.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Concert wish-list.
In lieu of seeing Meeeeeeko in concert tonight (which I am still pretty bummed about), I have decided to put together my concert wish-list and hopefully these artists will hear my prayers and come here. Hopefully there'll be some live shit on Youtube so that you will understand WHY I have chosen these artists. I'm gonna briefly write the obvious but won't go into details because they're pretty much givens, such as: Aerosmith, Guns N Roses, Journey (fuck you all who got to see them recently! just jokes! i'm just bitter), The Eagles, The Police, The Velvet Underground, Annie Lennox, Mariah Carey, etc. Okay, so concert promoters if you hear my prayers, you will get these bands to come to Hawaii to perform private concerts (lap dances appreciated from the men) for me. Kthnxbye.
First off, Adele. She has an amazing fucking voice and there is a reason why she won the Grammy for Best New Artist and the Grammy for Best Female Pop Vocal Performance. AND Big girls rock so there's that.
Band of Horses. This one might actually come true because they're coming here on the 23rd.
Fall Out Boy. Technically, I did see them. But, I wasn't there. It was my 22nd birthday and I was so far gone, the drunkest I have ever been that I completely missed their set. I don't remember ANYTHING from the second they got on stage. I might get a world of shit for putting them with some of the others that will follow on this list, but I don't give a fuck. I like them (-:
I love MGMT, why wouldn't they be on my list? And fuck that I missed them in concert when they were here recently. )-:
Silversun Pickups. Again, September 5th they will be here. Hopefully I can check them off my list.
Kings of Leon.
22-20's. Please get back together so you can make more eargasms. Thanks.
Ryan Adams. No explanation. Just watch this video.
No list is complete without The Postal Service.
Kelly Clarkson. Holy shit I can't wait to see her. It'll happen mostly cuz she's my current musical obsession. And she's playing in Vegas on November 7. It'll happen my friends, it'll happen. And please sing more Patsy Cline on your tour, bb.
Damien Rice. Needs no explanation.
The Script. I'm pretty sure I have a thing for Irish singers. Damien Rice, Glen Hansard, The Script, La Rocca. UNF.
I might get shit on me for saying this (get it?) but I LOVE DMB. And more people need to admit they listen to them, cuz they're awesome.
La Rocca. More fucking Irish people. Gimme more.
I will never stop bitching about how I NEED to see Ray LaMontagne live. I will never ever ever stop bitching about it. He needs to be in me now. What a fucking sexy beast.
Sara Bareilles.
The Shins. Fuck me they're awesome.
and lastly (for now)
Coldplay. I don't give a shit if you throw stones at me because of them, but I heard they are SO good live. They performed at Mandalay Bay the week after I left Las Vegas. Had I known that, I would've booked my ticket for later in the month. I'm not even gonna front.
So, educate yourselves if you haven't heard of these bands. And if anyone out there taking concert wish-lists, I am submitting this for approval. I need some of them like, right now.
-gail aka if concerts were cocaine, i'd be an addict.
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First off, Adele. She has an amazing fucking voice and there is a reason why she won the Grammy for Best New Artist and the Grammy for Best Female Pop Vocal Performance. AND Big girls rock so there's that.
Band of Horses. This one might actually come true because they're coming here on the 23rd.
Fall Out Boy. Technically, I did see them. But, I wasn't there. It was my 22nd birthday and I was so far gone, the drunkest I have ever been that I completely missed their set. I don't remember ANYTHING from the second they got on stage. I might get a world of shit for putting them with some of the others that will follow on this list, but I don't give a fuck. I like them (-:
I love MGMT, why wouldn't they be on my list? And fuck that I missed them in concert when they were here recently. )-:
Silversun Pickups. Again, September 5th they will be here. Hopefully I can check them off my list.
Kings of Leon.
22-20's. Please get back together so you can make more eargasms. Thanks.
Ryan Adams. No explanation. Just watch this video.
No list is complete without The Postal Service.
Kelly Clarkson. Holy shit I can't wait to see her. It'll happen mostly cuz she's my current musical obsession. And she's playing in Vegas on November 7. It'll happen my friends, it'll happen. And please sing more Patsy Cline on your tour, bb.
Damien Rice. Needs no explanation.
The Script. I'm pretty sure I have a thing for Irish singers. Damien Rice, Glen Hansard, The Script, La Rocca. UNF.
I might get shit on me for saying this (get it?) but I LOVE DMB. And more people need to admit they listen to them, cuz they're awesome.
La Rocca. More fucking Irish people. Gimme more.
I will never stop bitching about how I NEED to see Ray LaMontagne live. I will never ever ever stop bitching about it. He needs to be in me now. What a fucking sexy beast.
Sara Bareilles.
The Shins. Fuck me they're awesome.
and lastly (for now)
Coldplay. I don't give a shit if you throw stones at me because of them, but I heard they are SO good live. They performed at Mandalay Bay the week after I left Las Vegas. Had I known that, I would've booked my ticket for later in the month. I'm not even gonna front.
So, educate yourselves if you haven't heard of these bands. And if anyone out there taking concert wish-lists, I am submitting this for approval. I need some of them like, right now.
-gail aka if concerts were cocaine, i'd be an addict.
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Saturday, August 1, 2009
Adoption? Fuckkkkkk that.
No, I'm just kidding. I've always had a bleeding heart for those late night infomercials of the African babies with the inflated stomachs. You know which ones I'm talking about right? If it wasn't Sally Struthers it was someone else walking amongst those children. AND, I've seen third world country babies first hand. I went to the Philippines and a blind girl beggar (who was selling flowers) tried to sell roses to me, rather unsuccessfully, but I gave her ten pesos, let her keep her roses and my mom got mad. I mean, what is ten pesos to me? Anyways, I digress.
So, first and foremost, I know I have been MIA this past month. I've been really sick with (swine. jK) the flu and I just have been working since then to make up for lost time. Plus, I've just been up and atom with "summer" (whatever that means). Before I get to the point of this post, let me fill you in with what I've been up to since we last spoke.
1) I got a new kitten thanks to my sistah, Guresu Rin. He's awesome. His name is Chai, he's an orange tabby and he's a fucking little terror. But, dammit he's so damn cute and I can't get enough of him. He wakes me up at like 7am sometimes just to cuddle. And then he'd wake me up at 9am biting my hand. Or he'll just take up three of my pillows, leave me with one and hog the entire comforter. I just don't get it sometimes. But, anywho... he's a total cutie.
if you do not think this cat is cute, YOU ARE DEAD TO ME! (just jokes, y'all are entitled to your own opinions, just don't tell me to my face that my baby is ugly )-: )
anywho...
2) I've been uninspired as of late. While my sister was straightening my hair this morning (can I just point out how many times I had to retype the word hair because it came out ahir eight times) she noticed the increased amount of white hairs on the right side of my head. I think that is due, in part, to the fact that I have been writing such CRAP as of recent. i get really good ideas in my head and i just somehow cannot translate that to paper. Oh well. I gotta get out of this funk.
3) Johnny Posh came home for about four hours a couple of weeks ago. This was two days after my 103.4 fever and I was still feeling pretty shitty. I forced myself to see him because he's my best friend and I wouldn't want it any other way (well, that's a lie. I would like to be healthy to see my best friend). We went out for a bite to eat and the entire time I ate bread and drank my weight in strawberry lemonade. I wish I got to hang out the rest of the night with him, but I didn't want to get any one of my friends sick. But, he'll be home again soon so I'll see him again. (-:
4) Drinking is fun. Varsity, Hula's, Amuse wine bar are some of my recent places of interest. I love wine. Wine Wednesdays @ Big City Diner is my new favorite thing to do. I didn't want to seem like a pussy when we were drinking at Wine Wednesday, but I'm not even gonna front now, I was drunk. Wine hits you hard, man. Shit. 50 percent off bottles of wine? I AM SOO THERE!
okay, now that I got that out of my system, the real reason of this post is because of a certain movie I saw tonight with Vajra. He told me his roommate was trying to bug him to watch this movie but didn't want to and then we ended up seeing it. Ever heard of the movie The Orphan? What a fucking hot mess of a movie!
There really is something wrong with Esther. SHES FUCKING CRAAAAZY!
So, first and foremost, I know I have been MIA this past month. I've been really sick with (swine. jK) the flu and I just have been working since then to make up for lost time. Plus, I've just been up and atom with "summer" (whatever that means). Before I get to the point of this post, let me fill you in with what I've been up to since we last spoke.
1) I got a new kitten thanks to my sistah, Guresu Rin. He's awesome. His name is Chai, he's an orange tabby and he's a fucking little terror. But, dammit he's so damn cute and I can't get enough of him. He wakes me up at like 7am sometimes just to cuddle. And then he'd wake me up at 9am biting my hand. Or he'll just take up three of my pillows, leave me with one and hog the entire comforter. I just don't get it sometimes. But, anywho... he's a total cutie.
if you do not think this cat is cute, YOU ARE DEAD TO ME! (just jokes, y'all are entitled to your own opinions, just don't tell me to my face that my baby is ugly )-: )
anywho...
2) I've been uninspired as of late. While my sister was straightening my hair this morning (can I just point out how many times I had to retype the word hair because it came out ahir eight times) she noticed the increased amount of white hairs on the right side of my head. I think that is due, in part, to the fact that I have been writing such CRAP as of recent. i get really good ideas in my head and i just somehow cannot translate that to paper. Oh well. I gotta get out of this funk.
3) Johnny Posh came home for about four hours a couple of weeks ago. This was two days after my 103.4 fever and I was still feeling pretty shitty. I forced myself to see him because he's my best friend and I wouldn't want it any other way (well, that's a lie. I would like to be healthy to see my best friend). We went out for a bite to eat and the entire time I ate bread and drank my weight in strawberry lemonade. I wish I got to hang out the rest of the night with him, but I didn't want to get any one of my friends sick. But, he'll be home again soon so I'll see him again. (-:
4) Drinking is fun. Varsity, Hula's, Amuse wine bar are some of my recent places of interest. I love wine. Wine Wednesdays @ Big City Diner is my new favorite thing to do. I didn't want to seem like a pussy when we were drinking at Wine Wednesday, but I'm not even gonna front now, I was drunk. Wine hits you hard, man. Shit. 50 percent off bottles of wine? I AM SOO THERE!
okay, now that I got that out of my system, the real reason of this post is because of a certain movie I saw tonight with Vajra. He told me his roommate was trying to bug him to watch this movie but didn't want to and then we ended up seeing it. Ever heard of the movie The Orphan? What a fucking hot mess of a movie!
There really is something wrong with Esther. SHES FUCKING CRAAAAZY!I first thought this movie was going to be bad. The fucking previews were not promising. Perfect Getaway? Really? I wish I could unsee that fucking preview. I totally look forward to previews too. Anyways, onto the movie. Okay, so I have to admit, this movie dragged a bit for me. I found myself going "Only an hour has gone by?" when I literally thought the movie was over. I ended up looking on my Flixter app to see how long the movie was and was like 'Shit, another fucking hour?' I was wondering the whole time how the movie was going to unfold, trying to figure it out. And then shit started happening. It was pretty crazy. I don't want to give away too much details, but I kept on thinking to myself "How the FUCK is this little fucking girl getting away with all of this shit?" I'm pretty sure no nine year old in the history of existence can fucking come up with all of that shit. But, it was happening! Far fetched but somehow believable at the same time. That girl was freaky. Not as freaky as the Ring girl. Now that girl was a whole lotta skurry. Has anyone seen her recent photos? She's all like trying to be sexxxay now. She will always be Lilo in my heart.
Anyways, so basically the movie went down like this.
Fuck these previews.
Yay, starting.
Yawn.
HOLY FUCK.
look at iPhone.
WHAT THE FUCK?
grab Vajra's arm.
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?
THIS IS BANANAS.
IS THAT SHIT POSSIBLE?
don't give her money for a soda!
FUCK THIS BULLSHIT.
end scene.
end movie.
SHIT IS BANANAS.
I rate this movie 5/10. It was originally 8/10 for scariness factor, because even though there were those "cheesy" horror film camera angles (like, open the mirror cabinet and when you close it someone's in the background kind). I took away three points because after you find everything out, it got SUPER lame.
Best line in the film? Closing scene. I AM NOT YOUR FUCKING MOMMY. God, that is lols worthy forevarr.
Best scene in the movie? Definitely the sex scene. It was hot, up against the kitchen counter, standing up taking it from behind. It totally was hot and turned me on! LOL! I always knew Peter Sarsgaard had it in him. I knew it ever since fucking Garden State, yo (my favorite movie of all time btw).
Anyways... go see this movie if you want your blood pressure elevated. Believe you me, it'll take you there. It's stressful and somehow so very irritating at the same time. Alrighty, I'm out.
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I'm thinking about getting Twitter again. I don't really miss it, but I do like to keep tabs on some people I don't usually in real life. Like, @modgirl17 for example. SHOUTOUTS TO YOU GIRL! I miss your crazy antic-ridden tweets! Maybe one day soon. And if I do, I'll let y'all know. (-:
-gail
Anyways, so basically the movie went down like this.
Fuck these previews.
Yay, starting.
Yawn.
HOLY FUCK.
look at iPhone.
WHAT THE FUCK?
grab Vajra's arm.
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?
THIS IS BANANAS.
IS THAT SHIT POSSIBLE?
don't give her money for a soda!
FUCK THIS BULLSHIT.
end scene.
end movie.
SHIT IS BANANAS.
I rate this movie 5/10. It was originally 8/10 for scariness factor, because even though there were those "cheesy" horror film camera angles (like, open the mirror cabinet and when you close it someone's in the background kind). I took away three points because after you find everything out, it got SUPER lame.
Best line in the film? Closing scene. I AM NOT YOUR FUCKING MOMMY. God, that is lols worthy forevarr.
Best scene in the movie? Definitely the sex scene. It was hot, up against the kitchen counter, standing up taking it from behind. It totally was hot and turned me on! LOL! I always knew Peter Sarsgaard had it in him. I knew it ever since fucking Garden State, yo (my favorite movie of all time btw).
Anyways... go see this movie if you want your blood pressure elevated. Believe you me, it'll take you there. It's stressful and somehow so very irritating at the same time. Alrighty, I'm out.
Myspace
I'm thinking about getting Twitter again. I don't really miss it, but I do like to keep tabs on some people I don't usually in real life. Like, @modgirl17 for example. SHOUTOUTS TO YOU GIRL! I miss your crazy antic-ridden tweets! Maybe one day soon. And if I do, I'll let y'all know. (-:
-gail
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