get skinny time. and ensiferum for good measure.

haven't blogged in ages. i wish i could say there was many an update, but sadly there are only a few.

I have declared get skinny time. normally this would mean that i would eat things like baked lays or just not eat chipotle four times a week, i decided that no, i deserve more. my body and mind deserve more. with a little (or complete and total guidance) from my good friend donielle, i have basically been able to re-vamp my lifestyle. i will love her forever for giving me the direction i needed when i needed a life coach.

this has meant going vegetarian, or almost. still eating seafood, however i don't know if that will last forever. im just not ready to give up shrimp yet. but we'll see. i will only eat foods if i can identify EVERY SINGLE ingredient in them. NO DYES. NO PRESERVATIVES. if it sounds bad kids, it is, dont eat it. organic is best. not USDA certified though, unless it is certified by someone else too. the USDA is certifying foods that are poisoning america, truth.

the only real problem with this is now i LOVE buying food. too much. i have a problem. i like to just hang out in whole foods.

yoga. oh yoga. best thing to happen to my life. its just amazing how sweating your booty off for an hour doing the silliest looking things can take you to a whole new level of consciousness. i can tell you that i believe in a great spirit. and in yoga its like kissing the feet of the spirit of the universe. one step closer to being one with nature and all that lives and breathes in this world.

probably sounds silly. i am not a yoga pro by any means. i am a baby to most yogi's but hey even buddha was a man before he reached nirvana.

i love seeing the benefits that the people that are close to me and that i love are getting from me and my efforts to better my mind and body and spirit.

i wish i could say i was zen all the time, but im not. i try to live by the principal, progress not perfection. and i would rather experience the progress than just get perfection.

glad to say that i am feeling a million times better than i used to. gettin skinny and feelin great!

now that im all a glow with hippy love i have to remind myself that i am metal.

ENSIFERUMS NEW ALBUM IS F-ING AMAZING.

its exactly what i wanted it to be. less über peppy than victory songs, but still maintains the folkishness that makes them who they are. in the lyrics there are indirectly anti-christian views, which i am very for. NOW DONT GET ME WRONG they are NOT satanic, nor do i support that because its just as ridiculous as christianity. however, i am certainly for voicing disapproval for christians invading your country and forcing their beliefs upon its citizens.

anyway not gunna get into that rant cuz im still glowing from the hippy talk.

they are coming in november and i may or may not just freak the F out. i rarely get like this. barely ever. but its been a long time since i have been this pleased with anyones new material. especially one of my all time favorite bands.

FANBOI4LYF - but whatev.

this ones for you buddy..

my co-worker (and friend) has been nagging me to blog for quite some time now, so this ones for him. here yah go mr. dusick:

I am currently feeling the itch (more like insatiable desire) to get tattooed - and start another big - multi-step process one at that. my right arm is really naked. after being introduced to john dyer baizley's art by my dude i would like to get one inspired by his work. beautiful yet slightly disturbing:

i wanted flowers but i couldn't figure out how to do it without looking like everyone elses tattoo's. i like the japanese style stuff that alot of people have but i like it more on them and couldnt imagine myself with something like that. but now i have found a way to do it differently.

now the only problem is i need to wait until summers over because i would a: like to be able to walk outside without the pain of a new tattoo in the hot sun. and b: would like to be able to swim. maybe in the end of august? that way i can save.

another topic:

i need a vacation. i have a crazy amount of PTO but no one to go with anywhere. no one else can get time off or afford to go anywhere. maybe i will just go to norway by myself. or copenhagen since its cheaper. i need to go all international on your ass and get the fux up out of minnesota for a while. maybe camping in grand teton national park. maybe a beach in maine? red wood forests? there are so many places i am dying to go to!

back to epic CSI marathon.

caitlin's bane.

apparently being a klutz is becoming more and more detrimental to my well being.

tonight marks the apex of my unfortunateness. as i was fuming around my room after making a bowl of spaghettios for dinner and managed to basically throw my phone into said sustenance.

it's bad enough when i manage to walk into anything and everything within 10 feet of where i am actually trying to go. now i only have my work phone.

excuse to finally get a palm pre? it may just be!

summer time.

you know its summer in uptown when on any given night of the week you can hear people outside at night. lately its been arguing; which for someone who has no life such as myself, that kicks ass.

the other day there were two drunkers outside. i was marathoning 24 like an respectable 22 year old in the prime of her life would be doing (just putting it out there jack bauer kicks wicked ass, kim bauer sucks, and president palmer could totally sell me car insurance). at any rate these two fools who were obviously dating and were probably oh.. 24 tops? were standing outside at like 10pm (who is that drunk at 10pm seriously?). both were screaming about how they lost everything and the dude kept saying "let me take you home one last time". no one understands them, they have nothing.. blahblahblah. maybe thats a direct result of you getting drunk at 10pm and standing in the streets of uptown making asses of yourselves.. just sayin.

well naturally i had to go find crista. to which i walked out of my room to find her spying out the living room window exactly as i had been in my room (there is a reason why we are bests folks). every other apartment within view had people staring at t hem out of it.

that was one of the most entertaining things ever.

i love summer. im always so happy in summer. here are my favorite things:

my nostrils not sticking together

sleeping with the window open

reading outside

coffee shops late at night

walking everywhere

attempting to ride a bike

leaves on trees

flowers

open water

bbq's

driving with all the windows down

tanktops

flip-flops

swimming

parks

car trips

friends being in town

feel good music

mass amounts of live music

adventures

warm ground

block parties

parades

flying kites

bocce ball

pick up football games

four square

boats

fireworks

moms garden

ice cream on warm nights

thunderstorms

lake calhoun

stoopin it

there is perfect music for summer too:

romantica

nappy roots

old school rap:

biggie

wu tang

dr dre

snoop

not so old school rap:

omaur bliss

certain atmosphere

mos def

shitty rap catchy radio rap

sublime

tegan and sara

chromeo

electric six

i have missed summer so much. i am going to do so much this summer:

road trip

go fishing

golf

frisbee

cabin

get out of the city

hammock

hang out in stillwater

go to small town mn

chi-town?

grill

dance pary

canoe

stoop it every damn day

slip n' slide

super soaker fight

nap outside

so much more to summer...

i love sunshine.

the dream life.

so i have recently been thinking more and more about the life i wish i had. musician. not just any musician. singer in an awesome dark ass folk metal band - much like asmegin or moonsorrow.

lets face it - the office job life is not for me, for the long run anyway. its starting to wear on my psyche. not to say i dont like my job and the money it affords me. but i have always had aspirations for much greater things. much more fun. and i can think of nothing more fun than making music and being completely immersed in it. too bad i cant play an instrument and i am way too chicken to ever sing in a band - even tho i can actually sing.

an additional point of amazingness - being in a sweet metal band would almost necessitate moving to a scandinavian country. most bands of note (at least from my perspective) come from there and they have musicians grants which provide money to bands just to record... amazing!

at the end of the day i want to go to sleep thinking "holy shit i did a bunch of awesome stuff today" not "wow i went to work.. that was the same as every other day... came home.. watched tv.. how boring..". the only way i can see myself accomplishing that is doing something with music/metal whatever.

its hard being a girl. i feel like my dreams to really be a part of the music anything are kind of stinted by the fact that i was born with a vagina. at least im not as hideous as 95% of the other girls that listen to metal and am not as skanky as 100% of them. but even still...

even if i can never be in a band (which is likely) i at least need to do something like produce or manage or promote. i just need to figure out which and how i will go about doing that...

heavy metal.

whoever told me blogging might be a good idea did not think it through very well... i think i have a lot to say. most of it snotty comments that should just stay where they started. at any rate i hope the internet is ready for my kind of attitude.

at any rate. this shall begin what im sure well be an on going rant about heavy metal. and music in general.

lets be honest here folks - people who listen to heavy metal (for real) are nerdy kids with a mother, or father, complex - painted over with a nice glossy finish of hard-ass, which is supposed to cover up the afore mentioned mother complex.

once that point is understood the rest just falls into place. we think that because we can withstand 14 instruments all playing full volume - that we are somehow superior to those who can't hack it - or choose not to.

genre's (sub) - for every genre of metal there are there are at any given point in time at least 14 different sub-genre's (or sub-genre's of said sub-genre). this results in the most complex confusing and complex set of standards that those participating in, what i will now call "the lifestyle", use to judge each flavor of metal and subsequently each other.

-more info on this subject next class.. more important things to discuss-

genders - this is the most entertaining of all topics:

men - are generally long haired, somewhat portly (or the exact opposite). wear black pants and band shirts. given the season said t-shirt may have cut off sleeves or be covered by a leather jacket. let's be totally honest here folks, i love a good man with some lovely locks and a sweet band shirt collection.

women - the stereo typical "metal-chick" is a truly unfortunate being. most likely than not they are fat, wear too tight clothing of the "goth" variety. if they are not fat their faces make up for the lack of fat and are generally covered in WAY too much black eye-liner. 

Obscurity - metal is the most appearance oriented musical genre. i will put that on the books. there is a strict uniform, and most dont break from it. however, tho the band shirt is the staple of the metal wardrobe, the more obscure the shirt the better. the more bands you know the better. if more than 5 people know what you're talking about you aren't doing your job and should probably go myspace some new bands that have less than 1,000 fans.

concerts - to be frank: this is where we go to show off how metal we really are. to posture much like animals in the wild. girls feel hot (who wouldn't with a room full of guys who's last girlfriend was a gibson and his right hand). men feel manly. all around we just love concerts - its what we live for man :insert bro voice:. love them except for the sore throat - bruises - "bang-over" - sore feet - and overwhelming smell of other peoples BO that you just cant seem to get out of your nose. oh, and the sense of violation - due to too many nerdy men with mother complexes oggling you simply because god gave you a great rack.

to those not privy to "the life-style" this may all seem a quite ridiculous. appearances do not deceive.

"heavy-metal" is a joke - but i love it.

rats

point of fact:

i am now the proud mother of a sweet baby rat.

she loves me a lot.

additional facts:

she is amazing.

why?

she sneezes every 15 seconds.

-super cute

she crawls around in my shirt.

she hangs upside down in her cage.

she nibbles on my fingers (nails mostly).

she comes to me now.

she sits on my shoulder.

I am very happy to have a pet :).

Names

It took me about five years to come up with this blog name.

i like it.