Civil Twilight

No, not the movie. The band.

I've been hearing their name on the radio lately, and every time I do, I think to myself: Oh yeah, they were the semi-ironic ones!


You might ask: Semi-ironic? How so?


Well, I'll tell you how! When I first saw them, and well... heard them, I had no idea who they were, but I love hearing new bands, especially those opening for larger acts. They're already supported by the act everyone (or, most everyone) came to see, so it's generally a good chance that the audience will like them as well.

Granted, Civil Twilight was opening for Evanescence when I saw them, so the pair seems a little odd now that I'm listening to them again, but I enjoyed them nonetheless. (Inspiration for the post, you know.) They are after all, really good. Here, have a listen: YouTube!

They're originally from Cape Town, South Africa, but have now relocated to America, and I believe their debut album is due to come out soon. For now you can check out their site, stalk them and what not. (Don't actually do that ... it's illegal and creepy.) Unfortunately for me, they're only going to be around my area when I'm out of the country, but that's okay because I saw them before the radio recognized them. :)

Anyway, back to the irony of the band.

The lead singer looks like (or so I think/thought) Robert Pattinson, and we all know that R.Patz is like the center of the universe for any Twilight fans. So the fact that there is some resemblance between the Twilight star and the lead singer of Civil Twilight kind of cracks me up.

However, now that I'm actually looking at and reviewing professional photos as well as the blurry cell photos I took in the smoky, dim, awesomely-lit venue I saw CT in, the resemblance has died down a bit, but I'd still say there's a pretty strong resemblance in most photos I've found. Proof ⟶↓⟶⟶⟶⟶⟶⟶⟶↓

      

Here's a better picture of the band: 

You know, I feel like they all resemble someone. Go figure. 

Have any other artists that have ironic band names? Drop a comment. 

I'm kind of sort of hyper in a calm sort of way right now.

What is it with people and their fascination for things that they don't actually want to see?

"Hey, look! He's naked!"

"WHAT?!" And then you look. "OH GAWD, I DIDN'T WANT TO SEE THAT!" And you are scarred for life. And you're thinking, hours afterwards, as the image comes back to haunt you: That fucking asshole. Only, it takes you this long to realize that he or she is, in fact, an asshole, and you're disappointed in yourself for being so fooled to not realize this until now. So you begin to plot out scenarios in your head that could possibly come about but never actually will about how you are going to PWN he or she into oblivion the next possible chance you get. And hours later, he or she will think the exact same thing you just did: That fucking asshole. And all will be right with the world.

I know that I've been slacking on blog posts for a while, but an actual life has been kicking my butt. I know, it's shocking, right? Me? Have a life?

Crazy alligator shenanigans right there. I'm tellin' you.

Also, in an attempt to not curse as much, I've found that I've taken to substituting animals and corny words for pairs of curses. It's odd, but I feel like it adds to my personality. I don't know how much of that is a good thing, considering that I'm either "silly" or "weird" to most people. Generally, it depends on gender, though. (Not mine, of course.) It would seem that guys tend to deem me as "silly" and girls tend to tell me I'm "weird". Neither bothers me. I'm an odd child, and I know it so.

Anyway, I'm still recovering from the first final of the last semester of my sophomore year. It still kind of saddens me that I'm halfway through college, which means I'm just that much more closer to real life, but whatever. I'm not concerned about that at the moment; at least not primarily, anyway. No, I think I'm more concerned over the fact that it's been five hours since I finished my Shakespeare final and I'm still feeling the effects of the headache that it gave me.

Now, you might be thinking: I know finals suck, but a headache? Dramatic much?

You. Simply. Do not. Understand.

The first half of the semester was on the comedies. Fine. Wonderful. Love the comedies. The second half, and the plays on which we were being tested on were three of the histories. DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY RICHARDS, HENRYS, EDWARDS, AND JOHNS THERE ARE IN ENGLISH HISTORY?! DO YOU?!

No, I don't believe you do. Try having to figure out the different Richards, Henrys, Edwards, and Johns in Richard III, Richard II, and Henry IV, Part One. It's a headache and a half.

Did I mention that the final was eight essay questions?

It took me and hour and a half to complete, and I went through a continuous cycle of: *twitch* o.O *dizzy* O.O *head pounding* O.o *can't see straight*

I should really finish working on my Creative Writing portfolio instead of informing/rambling on about nothing in particular, but well, who really wants to do things that they're supposed to do? *looks around aimlessly*

I guess I should end this though .....

This is what I did while studying with some friends before the head-splitting final today:

Oh RIGHT, I have a blog.

Told ya'll I was a horrible blogger.

Ten days? HOLY FREAKING FROGS that's a while. I mean, I'm sure I could go longer if I really didn't try (hah!), but I'm not going to. I mean, I have like, six followers (Hi!), and even if ya'll don't read anymore since this blog sure has been through a lot of changes and a lot of hiatuses.

ANYWAY ....

So I was in the city the other day with my roommate, and we walked all the way down to 57 and Park for a book signing. Aside from the headache I had, I enjoyed it, but ... well, her feet didn't. Stupid cute flats. Anyone else ever have that problem?

Right. The book signing. Back on topic. So we went to see John Green and David Levithan for their new book Will Grayson, Will Grayson. If any of ya'll are Nerdfighters, or have read their other books, you'll know how awesome at least one of them is. Anyway, they're a pair those two, let me just say.

And just to be fair .... a nice (but still blurry) picture of them:

Not only did they go on an epic splurge of random tangents that included the bashing of Stephanie Meyer, Justin Beiber, and Miley Cyrus, but they also had another author, whose book came out on the same day, join them and read a little from her book.

The Exile of Gigi Lane by Adrienne Maria Vrettos seems quite worth the read. She's funny, light, and interesting. If I had had the money to buy another hard copy book, I would have. The blurbs she read to us had me laughing out loud, and I felt bad that I couldn't get her to sign something as well.

Anyway, it seems to be promising, so either buy it, read it, and let me borrow it, or wait until it goes to paperback like me. :P Also, make sure to read Will Grayson, Will Grayson! It's also hilarious, as well as an amazing read that I basically just ate up. You'll love it.

This is all I can write for the moment, unfortunately or fortunately, as I'm being yelled at to start a paper that's due tonight. Woops! I'll update when John updates his vlog so we can see if I'm visible in his video. :P

Peace out!

I Promised Myself I Would Keep Up With This ...

I really am a horrible blogger, but hopefully I'll actually do well with this one since I'm finally happy with the layout and all.

Hah.

So anyway, there's this girl in my class that's published, and as cocky as she is, I'm so jealous that she's already published. I feel like her story is soap opera-esque, but that's still beside the point. SO, point is, I want to finish this original that I have. It's taking me forever to write though, which frustrates me. I mean, I don't expect it to be done within a month or anything, but you know, I'd like to actually make some progress on it every once in a while.

So, Tommy, get out of the hole you've dug yourself in, and let me frickin' write you!

URGH.

I'm stressed. So flippin' stressed that I just want to curse up a storm, but I can't because guess who is trying to cut down? And guess who has to donate 25¢ to a charity of her choice every time she does?

Yep. Me. 

Guh, I shouldn't even be that stressed but the fact that my hair is getting thinner and thinner each day it seems is making me crazy. My hair was already thin to begin with. I don't want nor do I need to see my scalp through said already thin hair. There's nothing seriously wrong with me because I've gotten checked for it, and I can't even find out if I've got a stupid hormone imbalance until Lord knows when. 

Then there's this stupid passport thing that's just more confusing than I can even put into words. The system sucks. I hate the system. Maybe if things weren't so darn confusing, hypocritical, and outrageous, our country would actually be living this so called American Dream. As it is, getting out of this country legally seems harder than it should be. Once you're in, you ain't getting out. 

I. Want. Out. 

Of everything!

I hate that I have Student Loans that I'll never be able to pay off on my own, and I hate that I'm so freaking tired all the time, and that I can't lose weight, and that certain people don't know how to appreciate the fact that they've even got a place to stay, and just ... I don't even know. 

And I wish this stupid short story for one of the worst writing teachers I've ever had would just get written already!

*huffs* I need a cigarette. 

My Leggings Are Now a Shamwow.

Yep.

I don't know about the rest of you, but it is POURING here today. I even made sure to bring my big bubble umbrella to keep me dry as I walked across campus to class, but nope, I got to class still pretty soaked. To make it even worse, because the rain was coming at my from behind, so the entire back of my lower half is still damp. It's awesome, let me tell you. *rolls eyes*

MSU, we now have a lake again. Yes, there is major flooding considering we are on top of a mountain, and streams of rainwater are pouring in every which way. It's like the glaciers have melted or something.

In other news, my roommate received a minor head wound last night that has been the subject of many jokes and elaborated fake stories over the past fifteen hours or so.

Professor: "Where's Lauren today?"
Me: "Oh. She's bleeding from the scalp, so she won't be in."
Professor: "WHAT? HOW?"
Me: "Meh, something about teeth and The Little Mermaid?"

Oh, the joys of being a college student.

Peace out for now, homeskillz.

Have You Ever?

Hi, I'm Mel. I have a problem continuing blogs, but plan on making this one last, and last night, I hopped into the backseat with my boyfriend. 

Get your mind out of the gutter. Right now. 

Anyway, we all know that when it's cold out but warm inside, condensation occurs. Well, we were—erm—sitting there, joking about how there was popcorn all over the back shelf because we didn't place it there, we threw it, when we looked at the back windshield and noticed how it'd gotten all steamed up. 

Now, I don't know about you, but anyone who who's anyone has probably seen Titanic and remembers that juicy scene with the car and the steamed up windows and the handprint streaking down it. 

I HAD THE BIGGEST URGE TO DO THAT. Just to say I did. Become a legend or whatnot. Like the time I wrote "Boner" in big letters on the back of my now-boyfriend's van back in high school. (To be fair, his last name is an easy play on the word.)

Has that ever happened to you? When you just get the biggest urge to do something, especially something as iconic as that? 

I love short little random stories that make you seem so cool, that make people stop you, mid-reference, and ask you to explain. It makes life less boring and more I-might-just-actually-have-a-life worthy.