Poetry & Prozac

Dear Nick Jonas,

WHAT ARE YOU DOING???

I mean, I don't really care about the whole solo side-project thing. I mean, you're in a band with your brothers, how much can you possibly break up (she asks, jinxing the band)? And I'm actually really curious to see what "solo" Nick Jonas sounds like. Good job getting me to fork out another $15 to you. Yeah "Nick Jonas & the Administration" sounds stupid and more reminiscent of "Selena & the Scene" than "Elvis Costello & the Attractions". Also, way to flaunt a family (and fans) in joke in the name of your side project. Branching out, possibly you're doing it wrong.

But, whatever, it's cool.

I'm a little worried though, darling, that ( you ) are turning into ( Spencer Smith ).

Don't get me wrong, I love Spencer a lot (now). But that is a relatively new development, and I'm not sure you really want to be using him as a role model (well, better him than Ryan Ross I guess. Though he's also rocked the headscarf. PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS HOLY, NICHOLAS, DO NOT TURN INTO RYAN ROSS).

Are you having some sort of psychotic break? Are you jealous because people paid more attention to Joe and his fabulous hair for one weekend than they did to you?

Just, stop what you're doing, baby. Come over, we can talk about it and cuddle and tuck you in with a nice bowl of soup. It will all be okay, I promise.

Love,
~me

Dear online weather forecasting services,

I realize this is my problem, and possibly mine alone, but I DO NOT KNOW WHAT 30-degree WEATHER FEELS LIKE! Does that mean I need a coat? 'Cause I totally have a big fluffy green coat thing. It is probably overkill but I would rather be warm and look stupid than be the awesomest looking cold dead person. Should I be packing sweaters and turtlenecks with said coat? Or is 30 like a hoodie and a sweater and a long sleeved shirt? Or just a hoodie and a shirt? I don't own boots. I lost my hat at hockey game. WHY DON'T YOU HAVE ANSWERS FOR ME WEATHER-SERVICE?!?!?!?!?!

I WAS BORN AND RAISED IN SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA! I THINK 60-degrees IS COLD! It is almost 70 outside and I kind of want to turn the heater on. (On the other hand, hit me up with a little 93, maybe 105, THAT I CAN WORK WITH!)

Basically, my question is: But what does 30-degrees MEAN?

Sincerely,
Kelsey

PS - In case it is not obvious, I am starting to pack for my trip to New York City (and surrounding) on Thursday. And I don't know what 30 degrees means.

Dear approximately 3/4 of my flist,

I am very, very upset at you. Why did no one tell me that the entire internet is going to the San Jose show? I want in!

I was TRYING to be mature and responsible and only go to two or three shows, but, *wants*. So. San Jose. Anyone still have crash space of some kind? Room in their vehicle to pick me up from the San Jose train station? Logical and firm reasons I should really, really, seriously, Kelsey, honestly, DON'T do this?

I either need a mom-voice or friends to crash with, basically.

Sincerely,
~me

I've seen strange shows this week.

Today (after berry picking stuff) citibyrd and I went out to Fullerton to catch the last two(ish) sets of an all-day festival at which The Used played an acoustic set.

I apparently know three Used songs.

But! It was still awesome! Bert was charming and loved most things! Dan and Jepha came to watch the show! Dan waved and was attention whore-y, Jepha hid! Quinn was hot! Why did nobody tell me Quinn is hot?!

(Dear World,

A good way to trick me into becoming invested in your favorite thing is to show me a pretty boy and tell me things about him. A suggested example:

"Kelsey! You should totally listen to The Used!"
"Um, no thank you. Their music is alright, but I think I'm pretty over-invested in bands as it is."
"This is Quinn," *show picture* "sometimes he gets naked and or makes out with Bert."
*is interested* "Tell me more about this band!"

This has been today's PSA.

Thank you,
~Kelsey)

I can't really recap the show on account of how I only know three Used songs, but despite that, and tall people insisting on standing in front of me no matter where I stood, and ridiculous ticketmaster fees, I had a really good time!

* I really like my American Popular Music class. For lots of reasons, cute bass-playing professor included, but, largely because, I mean, where ELSE do you get to listen to "Yankee Doodle" unironically? My life is awesome sometimes.

* Dear universe,
When someone is obviously listening to headphones and not looking at you, this is a clue that they DO NOT WANT TO TALK.
I had three, (3) people today, come up to me, stand there, and wait, and wait, and wait for my inner politeness to take hold so that they could ask me A) If I could draw them (no. To be fair, I was carrying a drawing pad, but I also HAD MY HEADPHONES ON and was listening to Metro Station) B) If they could have $.50 for the bus (no) C) If this was the bus to _____ (yes. But why are you randomly on a bus if you don't know where it goes? And asking directions from someone LISTENING TO HEADPHONES and SCOWLING at you instead of someone nice or reading the bus schedule?)
I am giving you nonverbal clues here, people, TAKE THEM. If you do not I reserve the right to be pissy at you when you talk to me.
Not so much love,
~me

* It would be morally and ethically wrong to want to work with someone just because their name is Brendan, right? Especially as I'm pretty sure he's a 50 year old scientist and so the only attraction would be a name that isn't even spelled right?

* Any time Bamboozle Left wants to finish announcing artists, that'd be awesome. Some of us have concert plans to make depending on who may or may not be playing that festival.

I am not actually as grumpy as this post makes it seem.

I'm punchy.

Possibly this is a result of being woken up by my cell phone. More likely it is a result of blaring Panic! and Diet Coke.

Dear certain people,
If you are my parents age and "a friend of the family" and happen to have my cell number, do not use it. Especially since I am NOT THE PERSON WHO GAVE IT TO YOU. Call the house. I have never answered my cell for you, I am not planning on starting. My cell is for emergencies and friends and... um... other things. That are not you. So stop it. Please?
No love,
~me

Dear other people,
Trying to sneak into concerts is douchey. I'm sorry tickets sold out. Really. That sucks. Trying to sneak into shows is still douchey. Especially if it's to stalk people and not to see the concert. If you wanted to go to the show, for whatever reason, you should have figured out HOW TO BUY A TICKET. Argh. That's so shitty. Just thinking about it pisses me off.
Even less love,
~me

But! Speaking of shows! I saw Music For Airports last night. Which totally counts as a January show. And in February I am going to a Matches concert and two RRRGLT shows which I am really really weirdly super excited about. And in between those I will be in New York. Officially. I fly in Feb. 6 and leave Feb. 13. I have tickets and everything. And, weirdly, my layovers are in Chicago and Vegas. This amuses.

Right. So. Yes. Punchy.

Also I am supposed to be working on this editing test thing, but they didn't give me any real instructions, so, *shrug* I'll do my best. It would be awesome to get this job and make more than $50 a week.

Well, hell.

My roommate, the one I mostly like, Michelle, just dropped by to chat and oh-so-casually mentioned that her mom has cancer. I kind of didn't know what to do with that, so finally I was just all, "I'm sorry". Then she informed me that I was the first person she'd told.

I don't really know what to do with that information except try to be supportive.

She also caught me up on a little bit of apparently-Gina-hates-me gossip, which, whatever. *I* like Gina, and I move out in 2 weeks, so.

In totally unrelated news:

Dear anyone-who-has-ever-considered-writing-Panic!-fic,
Please do some research on Las Vegas before setting your fic there. Here is some valuable information about it:
It is a DESERT (not a dessert) therefore: 1) It DOES NOT snow there (well, it does, but it is a RARE and UNUSUAL occurrence) 2) It is ALWAYS warm. A heatwave in Vegas means oh 110 degrees Fahrenheit/43 degrees Celsius or higher. This is all information you can find on Wikipedia.
This has been a public service announcement.

...I don't actually have anything to say, except HOW am I going to get these papers written?

Things that win at winning:

* Being done with my math midterm. Nothing I can do now but wait and see
* Having sushi in the fridge (to be eaten with Stargate: Atlantis in a little bit)
* Diet Cherry Coke. Always.
* Pre-ordering the new Harry Potter book (although this + sushi means I shall not be Farmer's Marketing this weekend.)
* Firefox's "restore session" feature. Yes please. Thank you.
* Neil Gaiman inspired BPAL!!! and the rumor of Stardust scented perfumes to come. God I hope they do Neverwhere too. It's my favorite. Sandman ones would win too. But, Neil Gaiman inspired BPAL!!! Dear Universe, thank you.
* Fun on the flist.
* The Click Five's cover of "I Think We're Alone Now"

It is apparently a happy happy day. I'm all for it. Yay Thursday! And yay February! Yay yay yay!

* So, I really need someone to tell me not to spend $90 on a "lightly used" genuinely genuine Kate Spade bag. Because that $90 is New York money. And I cannot be a grown up and move to New York if I randomly buy expensive purses online with money I don't have. I'm working really hard on resisting, but, man me and that bag would be SO AWESOME running around New York.

*Maybe I will go online apartment hunting to distract me. And only spend fictional money.

* I have eleven, ELEVEN more classes before I graduate. That is not very many and is scaring the hell out of me. I have an advisement appointment next week wherein I will grovel and beg for assorted and sundry andvice. It will be especially awkward as I have class with that advisor like 30 minutes before my appointment. It seemed sort of silly to even make an appointment, but I can't exactly hit her up for that sort of thing after class.

* Also, today I made The Call. It wasn't bad. Appointment Wednesday which I am equal parts scared and excited for. Of course, I also have a math midterm Wednesday. Fun.

* I have talked to my mom a TON lately. I don't know what that means. But she wants me to come home next week for ONE DAY so we can take a family picture as it is "probably the last formal picture we will ever have of us". WTF? On so many levels. I can't figure out why it'd be the last, future weddings and stuff aside, I don't get it. PLUS she and my dad are LEAVING the next day. I'm not really loving the idea of spending $20 bucks to get my picture taken and maybe a free meal. I can't say no, though, obviously, so, whiiiine.

* I totally want to write fic but I am deeply uninspired. *kicks speed_rent*. I have this idea for a Mark/Roger fic, but since I don't post anywhere but there, it seems silly to write it without it being prompt directed 'cause then it just goes nowhere.

* Why won't people answer my e-mails? Huh?

*ETA:
Dear World,
"Soundtrack" is not a genre. Please stop saying that it is.