Archive | October, 2007

Turn and face the strange ch ch changes

30 Oct

So, I felt like using a title of a song for this one, besides the one that Grey’s Anatomy used for this season’s premiere, “A Change is Gonna Come.”

But change, yes. Change. BTW, this has nothing to do with Grey’s Anatomy.

I just saw the new Outlook the other day. I didn’t know what to expect. But what I saw was pretty freaking unexpected. And pretty freaking different. Everything changed. The flag, the folio, the spacing–EVERYTHING! And I’m the spacing nazi, I’ll admit it. I’ve always been able to see when spacing is effed up. And the spacing was effed up.

I have to be honest, I have some warped sense of ownership for the Outlook, and in a way, I can’t let it go. But seeing the newness of it, it felt like a child that had decided to be rebellious for just the sake of rebellion. I mean, if it’s not broken, why fix it? I probably said that before, when I posted after paste up, but I’m serious. The paper was good. We’d changed it 2 years ago, so why change it so fast? Normally a paper sticks with a style for 7 years-ish, not 2.

As I flipped through the awkwardly large 10 pages, it didn’t feel like my paper anymore. They were awkwardly large; broadsheet is a pain in the ass, and the New York Times isn’t even as big as the new and “improved” Outlook. But no offense to any current Outlookers, it isn’t improved. It’s just different, because it can be.

I’m not trying to be rude to any one person, because it was everyone’s decision, but it was unnecessary to do this now. Unnecessary and uncalled for. And from what I’ve heard, I speak for most Outlook alum when I say that.

It could be the fact that I’m really not one for change. I’ve never lived out of my house since I was 3 years old. I’ve lived in the same town, been at school with the same people, and I like it that way. My hometown is going at a rate that I’ve never seen before. When Borgen Blvd. was being built, it took years to finish it. When I went back home this last weekend, Borders was already done. Costco is almost done. The YMCA has been done for weeks. What the hell? The bridge took years. Since when did our little Harbor called Gig get things done? They never did when I was there. It was hard enough getting used to the well-traveled road in my backyard, but now they’re planning on putting in an Abercrombie and Fitch. I mean, what the fuck? A multiplex-much needed, Borders-a little unnecessary, but an Abercrombie-that’s just effed up. The whole appeal of Gig Harbor was the small town feel. It was sort of unfortunate that it was so whitewashed, but that wasn’t our fault.

Change is happening all around me. I thought that it was overwith when the bridge was done and PHS had all the remodeling, but this is enough. Enough with the innovation. Enough with the one-upping your neighbor. Enough with the freaking upgraded iPods for goodness sakes!

Seriously, an upgrade isn’t always necessarily an upgrade. Life doesn’t work like the Tampax commercials.

❤ Abby

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Gotta try everything once

27 Oct

So, I went to my first college party last night. Oh my god. Seriously.

Well, the funniest part was trying to get there, because it’s completely out in the middle of nowhere, in a place called Littlerock. I was like, WHERE THE HELL IS THAT? So I followed the little red sports car, we turned around about 8 times, and we got there at like 11:15. They said it was close…IT WAS OFF EXIT 95! We’re on exit 109. Hmmm, 14 exits isn’t that close. Anyway, so the other three were the Mexian flag, which was filarious, and I actually passed for a doctor at one point. I just couldn’t find a stethoscope before we left, so I just had my scrubs and my Seattle Grace ID. Yeah, I’m that cool. But I think that we were the only four that weren’t dressed sexily (I’m sure that isn’t a word) there. There were girls in undergarments and wings. Yeah, thongs and wings. Like that’s creative. But I’d never really been to a big party with drinking, but I needed to experience it, to say that I didn’t want to go to another one. The only dances I’d really experienced were ones with rules. No rules there. We pulled into a wooded area, the frat boys directed our cars, and we paid 5 bucks to get in. But I told myself, I’m not drinking anything, even if it’s in a water bottle. I don’t trust anyone there. I’d never see so many drunk underaged people in my life. It was kinda funny how stupid people got, and how slutty people got.

The four of us stayed for about an hour… although my friends thought it was longer, but we left the school at 10:30, and got there at 11:15, we left at 12:30. It was a piece of cake getting home, because it was only really one turn off this wooded road to the entrance to I-5. So it took like 20 minutes to get home. My navigator got off on exit 108, but I got off on 109 (I was the only one in my car, and none of the people in our cars had been drinking… we’re responsible) because that was the exit that I knew, but I turned right instead of left on Martin, because I was used to that, but that’s when I’m going south, not north, so I had to turn around. I was in a hurry, so I ACCIDENTALLY changed across two lanes to pull into the movie theater parking lot to turn around, and COP followed me in. I figured that he was being extra observant, since it was about 12:45 the friday before Halloween and we’re near the college. So I stopped, asked what was wrong, and at that point, I hadn’t realized that I’d pulled across two lanes, but I gave him my license and registration, and he took in back to him cop car, and then gave me a warning and sent me on my way. I was cool, calm and collected, which I think why he didn’t even suspect anything, and he had no reason to. I’d just turned the wrong way and was in a hurry. But as I drove back to the dorms. I laughed my ass off. Seriously.

Two completely new experiences in one night. Wow. Now I can say that I have. And now I can say that I’m never going to again.

I’m sorry, but I’m not risking having to sneak into the dorms at 4 am drunk off my ass, and getting caught, or worse, dying while driving. I seriously didn’t trust anyone there, except those who I stayed with the entire time.

But I’m proud of myself. I left with my group, I didn’t lose anything, and I didn’t get lost on the way home.

Oh, and the guys DJing the party were pretty cute.

(Names were taken out for your own protection)

❤ Abby

What am I to write about? I need to write about something.

24 Oct

Hmmmm…

I’ve been sitting here for 10 minutes, wanting to write something, but I can’t figure out one thing to write about. I’m too lazy to completely review “In Rainbows.” My sports article isn’t done. I don’t feel particularly emotional today. Hmmmm.

But I need to write something.

Oh well, I’ll just start off with something random.

I’m still waiting for my Outlook, and it should come this week, and if it doesn’t, I will be thoroughly disappointed. I guess I shouldn’t be, because we never really did bulk mailing right on time either. I checked my mail today, and it wasn’t there. But I’m going home on thursday, so maybe Libby will have one for me to see. But I want my own! With my name and address and everything!

So, what else?

Oh, we went to the David Guterson conference thing in Tacoma last week. I felt ridiculous because everyone was acting so immature. It was like no one wanted to be there, and no one respected him. I honestly wanted to be there, and wanted to hear what he had to say. Okay, so he’s a little depressed, but that’s a very common characteristic in writers. At least novelists. But people all around me were like “he’s a freak, he needs help!” He’s an esteemed author, who came to the Western Literature conference to speak to those who wanted to hear, and we filled up half the room. Most of which were wasted seats, I say. I wanted to go up to him and get him to sign my copy of SFoC, but I was too embarrassed that no one else was, and that I was one of the students. I was honestly embarrassed to be a student that night.

Okay, I think that’s enough of that.

Oh wait, I have something else.

Shelly and I watched Jesus Camp last week.

Holy shit.

I fear for our country. But really I don’t, because Bush only has just over a year left in office. If you don’t know what Jesus Camp is about, because you are too dense to realize from the title, it’s about a camp run by uber-extreme evangelical christians for kids to learn to be “warriors of God.” Yeah, warriors of God. Seriously. This woman in charge is crazy. She has this cardboard cut-out of George W., and is all “let’s pray for President Bush.” Sure, right. And as she is preaching to these kids, they are praying, speaking in tongues, crying and convulsing on the floor. It was scary. Oh, and at the end, this guy led these 8 to 12-year-old kids outside the capital building in DC with “LIFE” taped over their mouths in protest of abortion. They aren’t even teenagers yet. Shouldn’t they be worrying about what they have for lunch tomorrow and when their favorite cartoon is on? Shouldn’t little kids like that cry when they lose a Barbie doll, fall and scrape their knee, or have to eat yucky vegetables? The God that I believe in is not a God that makes kids cry. The God that I believe in is a forgiving God. This lady was making these kids afraid that they were going to Hell because they didn’t believe like her. Um, but excuse me lady, but I really don’t give a shit about what you say, I don’t see God’s cell phone number on your contact list. How the hell do you have the right to tell me what I can and cannot do? It seriously made me insane. I was sitting there, in awe of what I was watching. I felt bad for these kids, because the majority of them were homeschooled, lived in sheltered, white-washed communities. This camp was in North Dakota, so it wasn’t from the southern states, which is what I expected, but people came from all over the country to be there and hear this crazy woman tell their kids that they were going to hell.

Ugh. I hate what people like her have done to the name “Christianity.” Now, I would consider myself a non-denominational Christian. I’m not following one person or another. I’m following what I believe and only what I believe. Most of what’s in the Bible, not for me. God what the creator. Yeah. Jesus was the son of God and died for our sins. Yeah. Adam and Eve were the first two people…10,000 years ago? Not to much. Science has proven that this earth is millions of years old. So those people who completely believe the Adam and Eve story are completely disregarding the existence of Dinosaurs, and whatever else came before us.

Eh, I’ll stop my ranting about religion.

Is there anything else?

I’m going to the doctor on thursday!

❤ Abby

Shari’s rant

20 Oct

So, I was driving by a Shari’s today, and I realized something.

There is no apostrophe in the sign!

I’m a grammar nazi… I don’t know if that’s good or bad.

So I wrote customer service.

Okay, so this has been bothering me since I went to get some chocolate pie at midnight a month ago. The sign outside every Shari’s restaurant I’ve ever seen is missing one key component–the apostrophe. I know that the website and menus and everything else that says Shari’s without the actual logo has the apostrophe, but the sign doesn’t have it. For the longest time I thought the restaurant was Sharis (pronounced Share-isss), because of the missing punctuation. What the sign means right now is “Shari pluralized.” Now, when I see the sign, there’s only one restaurant, not multiple Sharis. I’m guessing that a woman named Shari started up the 24-hour eatery years ago, and I think that you should give her the recognition that she deserves in adding the possessive apostrophe to all the Shari’s restaurant signs. I bet I’m not the only one who’s bothered. So fix the signs, grammar failures!

I might have gone a little overboard with the last part, but it’s 12:50 on a saturday morning…I’m bored!

❤ Abby

Early November

19 Oct

So, there’s a windstorm on the way. I’m a little worried. But we should all be fine. But I was bored in math class today, so I wrote a poem… and I was in a poetry mood, since we went and listened to David Guterson last night. It was really cool, but really embarrassing, because half of the students weren’t mature enough to be there. It was ridiculous.

The cries from outside
Wailing and beating against the glass
As if wishing to break each pane in
I sadly decline their request
Locking the windows and tightening the shutters

The children chase the fall
Scampering across the ground
They roll through the grass and through the street
Just fast enough to be faster
Outrunning what we all know is coming

Inevitable rain, falling sideways
Douses the yard, now it’s too soggy to play on
Somehow Houdinis itself past the blanket of bumbershoots
Trickling down our faces, as if crying
As we regretfully leave October behind.

❤ Abby

Happiness is a warm gun

14 Oct

Okay, so I thought that Hairspray had the best soundtrack of the year.

I was so wrong.

What soundtrack could beat that of “Across the Universe?” I mean, come on…it’s a whole mini-catalogue of Beatles tunes. I personally downloaded it yesterday, and after I listened to it about 3 times, I was like, “I have to go see this movie!” And this was one of a few movies that I actually said after I saw the preview “I need to see that.” This time, I actually did. Normally, I don’t follow up on my assertions.

I had high expectations for this movie, I’ll admit it. It didn’t let me down, let me tell you. Jim Sturgess, as Jude, was so endearing and strong. When he first met Max, he was the exact epitome of Jude–shy and wise at the same time. He and Lucy’s first attraction seemed so real, the over-exaggerated scenes didn’t even occur to me. My friend and I debating where his accent was from. At first, I was sure that it was pretty cockney English, but then w though Scottish, but I was right. I don’t know why we questioned, he had to be from Liverpool.

Max was my favorite character, by far, and Joe Anderson who played him did it so well. We never actually had heard of a Max in the Beatles’ catalogue, which differed from Jude, Lucy and Prudence. Their names came from songs. But Anderson had the most clever dialogue. “I’ve got a date with Uncle Sam.” And when he got angry at his family for fighting over his not going to college, it just cracked me up. He and Sturgess had such a real chemistry when they moved to New York into Sadie’s loft, that it made me want to move in with them as well.

Evan Rachel Wood surprised me, because she is only 20 years old. She was probably the worst singer of the bunch, but she still wasn’t. A lot of the people in the film, Dana Fuchs and Martin Luther McCoy were singers in their own lives. Sturgess and Anderson were quite gifted singers as well. Wood’s portrayal of Lucy was heartbreaking. When Daniel died, she, along with the amazing version of “Let it be” made my friend cry. Seriously. She was like, weeping. It made me sad as well, but I was too busy marveling at the music to be sad.

The music–that’s the most important thing. I don’t know how Julie Taymor got access to the whole catalogue to use for this film, but I’m so glad that she did. The way that she used the songs was so creative. I never would have thought that they were Beatles’ songs with how well they fit the story if I hadn’t already known that they were Beatles’ songs. I don’t think that anyone had ever written a movie around one particular band’s songs. It was completely new and different, and it worked. “Helter Skelter” and “Hey Jude” were my two favorite renditions, but just to say that they were all amazing. The entire feel of the movie felt a little like Moulin Rouge, with the songs fitting together with lots of people’s stories and crazy, drugged out sets and visuals. Mr. Kite was pretty cracked up if you ask me.

Speaking of Mr. Kite, there were more cameos in this movie than I’d seen in a long time. Joe Cocker, Bono, Eddie Izzard and Salma Hayek. You may not remember Salma Hayek’s cameo, because she didn’t even technically get to talk. She was the nurse in the military recovery hospital. The were five of her. Bono was my favorite cameo though, he was so different from the Bono that I know, level-headed and strong in his convictions. I’ve never seen Bono as a dope-smoking, cross-country-driving flower child.

I felt like this movie had a message. “All you need is love,” and I felt like it has such a resonance in these times that we are in now. Even though it was referring to the Vietnam War, it will always feel current. War is never an old issue. Taymor did such an amazing job using the Beatles’ catalogue to move us with the story of Jude and Lucy, and everything they had to overcome. To me, the entire movie felt like a revolution.

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So, I’ll be back soon to review “In Rainbows.” I’m sorry I haven’t gotten to it. Movies are easier to review, because the visuals are fresh in your brain. I’ll be back tomorrow.

❤ Abby

Reluctant tendencies

12 Oct

I don’t know if I’m excited about this, or incredibly nervous. I just went to paste-up today, and it was awesome. It was a little weird being the outsider, but thank God Nicole and Laura was there. They were always my favorite. It was great to see everyone working and to meet all the newbies. Copy editing surprised me. I was so proud of Loren, because everyone came to copy-editing. I mean, no offense to Elizabeth, but she never got everyone to come. I think that Jordan managed it a few times, but usually Josh or Christian didn’t come and whatnot. But Loren takes his job seriously, and I think that it’s exactly what he needed to get his head in the game, to actually have a job to do. That was his problem last year.

But what I actually mean by my first statement is maybe less noticeable in the staff. I don’t think that Caity will like this, or Ashley. This is definitely not Coats’ OL style. At first, when I heard about the 8-page-broadsheet thing, I wasn’t that worried, because then it meant that they wouldn’t need as many days, so then 2- day paste-ups seemed plausible, but everything about it was different. I mean, almost everything. The fonts were still basically the same. Body text is Palatino, the folio is huge, and white space is now their friend. I really didn’t know which white space to mark when we were in copy-editing, because I didn’t know if it was intentional. Nicole told me that they were being innovative in not being innovative, in going back to the classic, minimalistic. I don’t know how I feel about that, but as Gibson always says, “don’t judge art before it’s finished.” And that’s exactly what I’m going to do. I have my reservations, but I’m open to change, at least in this sense.

I guess my initial thought was that a redesign was unnecessary. Like, if it’s not broken, don’t fix it. I never got the sense from anyone that they wanted a redesign this quickly after the last one. We did one my junior year. Most newspapers do it every 5-7 years. Not within one generation in high school. This year’s seniors seniors have now seen all 3 of the styles. Before we even went to Impact and Myriad Pro.

Heidi showed up though, which was nice, because then I wasn’t the only alum there. She keeps trying to get me to pick UW. She came in and sat down next to me when I was helping Taylor with his bacon-photoshop dilemma…long story…but anyways, she was like “so have to decided to pick UW yet?” I honestly don’t know what I’m going to do now. One side of my brain thinks it would just be easier to go to UW, because then I wouldn’t even have to come home to go to the doctor, and I know their journalism program is good. I mean, they have a daily paper….it’s called “The Daily.” Elizabeth goes their, Heidi does, plenty of people that I know go there. But then another half of my brain tells me to go to WWU, where it’s safer, smaller, and still with some people that I know. Patrick goes there. An old friend that I haven’t talked to in ages goes there. And I don’t know how their journalism program is. I forgot to ask Derek about it. No. I can’t do it. I forgot to ask Smith. I’m gonna be 20 before I call him Derek. I keep going back and forth in my mind about the two. CWU is kind of working it’s way out of the question, because it’s really out of the freaking way. I’d like to have at least suburbia. Ellensburg is a drive-through town–as in people drive through it to get to other, more interesting places. At least people live in the town of Bellingham.

I don’t know. I need some sign. Come on, give me one. You gave me one in the pen container. Tell me something. Even my horoscope. I need something to make up my mind for me. I’m incredibly indecisive. But I still need to find out about the credits. That could easily make up my mind for me.

Oh, Grey’s Anatomy was amazing tonight. It ended just the way I wanted it to. George finally told Callie. Thank God. Finally.

Pushing Daisies is my favorite new show. I love it. Her name’s Chuck! And Lee Pace is so adorable as “The Pie Maker.”

❤ Abby

(Oh, and I changed my mind about what I want my tattoo to say. I want it to say “artist.”)