So, sad news this week, The White Stripes have officially broken up. For those of you who have not heard of this fantastic band you MUST check them out. They are probably one of the greatest alternative bands of this generation. They say on their website (http://www.whitestripes.com/) that the reasons they are splitting is not because of health reasons (i.e. Meg White's recent anxiety problems), or lack of wanting to continue. It is simply because of "a myriad of reasons, but mostly to preserve what is beautiful and special about the band and have it stay that way". Now I am slightly confused by this statement but, I am not inside Jack White's brilliant mind.... so I guess that's that.


The Union Forever..... My absolute favorite White Stripes song from their 2001 release, White Blood Cells





What I am excited for is PANIC AT THE DISCO!! They are debuting their junior album sometime in the spring. It is called "Vices and Virtues" and I CAN'T wait. Now I might not seem like the type to love "Panic" but there is just something about their sound that is fantastic. I love Brandon Urie's smooothh voice. and Pretty. Odd was defiantly the better album out of the two. I am a bit concerned about the departure of half of the group back in 2009. Im not really sure how this will affect their sound but I am hoping it will be for the better. 





PS: I can tots play this on the guitar, its pretty sick-nasty.
PSS: More album releases! The Red Hot Chili Peppers are coming out with their 10th studio album sometime in the fall-ish!


In other Lili-related news:
I have noticed a weird thing about myself. I absolutely HATE it when people like the same things as me. Its like I have this primal need to be the only one who likes anything and stand out. This can range from certain types of music, TV shows, and even foods. For example, a few months ago, like in november? There was a Glee episode that at the end had a Florence + the Machine song in it (the worst one, AND they totally ruined it). The next day I look on Facebook and basically ALL my strange theatre friends (which double as Glee lovers) had quotes from the "Dog Days are Over" on their status saying "OMJESUS I LOVE FLORENCE BLAHBLAHBLAHHAPPYLOVEYBLAH". I was SO angry. I liked Florence back in APRIL. APRIL. Back the HELL off. Listening to her has never been the same since. Also whenever I look on someone's profile that they like House. I get really angry. I think: "I like House more than you, you don't have my high caliber of unhealthy obsession that I do, you don't own a House themed calendar!" (fo realz). So do I have some kind of disorder, because I know that if I am the only person who loves a certain band, or TV show, it will probably not make any money and cease to exist. I might have a problem here so, HELP!

DREAMS!

Well folks I am not dead, I have not been eaten by bears or contracted some sort of crazy disease. The truth is, the holidays were just too much for my simple mind to comprehend, and then January was just INSANE. Then that ever present final's pressure just crushed my fragile soul. But I AM BACK (for what, the second time?). Whatever. I just knew that my crowd of adoring fans were dying to have me right another fantastic post for them. HAHA JOKES.
Anywayzz what better way to bring back my reasurgence than with

DREAMS. ohhahooohoh. Exciting. 

So last night I had the strangest dream. It was really vivid, and had that spark. You know, where it just does not get out of your mind. So, I wrote it down and sort of analyzed it using my trusty 'dream interpretation' book I got a few years back. Here it is:

It starts off a bit fuzzy but bear with me (haha fuzzy + bear = pun)

Im sick, I don't know specifically whats wrong but its something to do with my heart. Apparently, the ONLY cure for this problem is having some sort of weird invasive surgery that is risky and painful and involves me being awake. Its sort of like the TV show House, but the characters are not actually there. So I finally get the weird surgery and its gruesome and painful ect. After, I get a huge-ass scar on my stomach. Then I go home, and for some reason I think the surgery didn't work and I am defiantly going to die. Im sad because I haven't really done anything in life.

Later, two of these people come over (one who I like, and one who is a reall bitch) and are sad and the bitchy one is nice. The non bitchy one offers me syringes full of morphine for the pain... can you even have syringes full of morphine? I don't know, but anyways one is just to feel good now, another is for when Im about to die. It gets fuzzy after this, and theres more sympathizing and obsessing over my big scar. For some reason I wear short shirts so people can see it. 

THEN I get teleported?? to this school which kind of reminded me of an underground subway station with no trains. Im walking around with my friends (I still have the scar and think Im going to die) when suddenly my best friend gets attacked by this other guy I know. He starts making out with her, and Im rulllll jealous, even though he is pretty unattractive. Then another girl pulls me up these (dirty) stairs into this (dirty) co-ed bathroom. There are two guys I know in it. She looks in the mirror and checks her makeup while I show one of the guys my massive (still healing) scar. He starts freaking out, just lousing it.

Im then teleported AGAIN to the Empire State Building in NYC, only its not the Empire State Building. It has a modern feel to it and my scar is not such a big issue, although I still have that impending doom feeling. Im with my mother, stepfather, and sister and we decide to go all the way to the top. Keep in mind I am extremely terrified of heights. Instead of elevators there are groups of weird escalators going at varying speeds and angles. I louse my mother and sister first, and then eventually my stepdad. I come to this set of escalators and somehow know that if I go up this one, I will never come down alive. I do it anyway and it is very steep. Once I get to the top I get really scared because when I look up there are 10,000's of escalators all in a maze pattern. I think O GOD there are way to many, and I fall. I then woke up. 

I know longgg dream right?

I still can"t get it out of my head, but here is what I think it means.

I read that if you dream about surgery it means that you need to "cut out" or eliminate something from your life, so that might relate. A big part of my dream was the scar aspect and that is supposed to mean that you either have deep-seeded insecurities which may be holding you back from accomplishing your goals, or have struggles or painful memories that have never entirely healed. Im thinking its the first one however. I also found the morphine part pretty interesting. Since it was a medical thing, not really druggy, it is supposed to mean that I am looking for an emotional uplift. Now that sounds like a load of bull but also it can mean that you need to "inject" more energy into your life. 

The part about the heights refers that Im am striving for goals that seem beyond my reach. Moving up escalators symbolize that I am addressing and confronting emotional issues.

SO I am taking away that all of this means that I need to eliminate a problem in my life, stop being insecure, and put more energy into my lazy ass life. As for the Empire State Building part, I am thinking that Im trying to reach this goal and confront issues, but it just gets to be too much, and too big, so I fall. 

Anyways if anyone has more insight on this feel free to comment, and I will try to post more often also.

FIN

The Fun House in Hell

I feel its time for a story:


This past summer, I took a job at a summer camp. It was a good job and basically had me looking after children of different ages in groups with other group leaders. We took field trips, played in the pool, did summer activities ect. There was around 6 different groups of different ages that were kept separate, I sort of floated from group to group each day to help out. There were many good and bad highlights to this job, such as the strawberry incident.
I was looking after the "kindergardeners" (4-5ish year olds). We were serving fruit for snack that day. One of the four year olds was looking sadly down at her fruit when I asked what was wrong.
"I don't like all the other fruits, I just like strawberries."
Being the nice tempered person I am,  I removed the other fruits from her plate and just gave her the strawberries. She then started crying.
"I don't like it when my strawberries are cut"
I tried to reason with her, telling her that strawberries taste no different cut than whole.... But no luck.
As she started crying louder, I decided to go to the kitchen and try to find some whole strawberries, but STILL no luck. She eventually launched herself into a hysterical temper tantrum that could only be remedied by feeding her WHOLE strawberries. AH the stress was big that day. It just goes to show why I will wait until my temper cools down to have children and why I will NEVER be a teacher. 
Still nothing can top the embarrassment of the trip to the amusement park. I was stuck with the 4-5 year olds again (which I usually didn't mind), everything was going well until we came upon the
FUN HOUSE

Yes that is a giant gorilla

As you can tell, this is not your average fun house. It had moving floors, several levels and most importantly: A GIANT ANIMATRONIC GORILLA on the outside. This immediately attracted several young children who wanted to go in to see. Since the other girl I was working with hated rides, she stuck me in with 5 young children by myself in this bundle of joy. Things weren't going too bad, I mean the floor shook, there was a nice maze, it leads to an outside ramp half way through. But when we got to the second part, things started to get bad.
Imagine, your in my position. You walk down a short staircase into a dark claustrophobic hallway with five, four to five year old children. They start to cling to you like magnets. You then turn a sharp corner and there is a 3D glow in the dark, menacing, life-sized gorilla statue staring back at you. END SCENE
Now a normal sized adult would probably not be too shocked by this sudden turn of evens, however 5 young four and five year olds might have a bit of a problem with an animal barring its multicolored teeth at them. They immediately screamed and refused to move any further.
After much coaxing and no progress, I suggested we should turn back. As soon as we were out into the open air, retracing our steps. The teenage ride operator yelled up at me and screamed we COULDN'T turn back. I mean I have 5 crying children clinging to me and this damn GIRL WON'T let me GO BACK? So I had to lead my crew through the terrifying maze, dragging half of them, carrying at least one.
Things went very slow, there was a bit of a lag when we passed the painting of a clown holding another clowns decapitated head, but other than that we made it out alive. As soon as they saw daylight, they ran the hell out of there. Who could blame them? I'm pretty scared of gorillas now too.

SICK

Sorry I haven't posted in a while people... life's just been happening extra life-y this week. 
I have a cold. It was pretty bad last night when I awoke every two hours to strange dreams about bugs, jellyfish and whatnot. Then finally got up for good at 5am when I decided to watch Super nanny (god knows why) for an hour. Under normal circumstances I would have found this TV show extremely annoying and a large waste of time, but at 5am, all things start to take on an odd majestical feeling .... and it was all right.
I draged myself out of bed and into my first class. I literally thought I was going to pass out. I've never actually fainted before but this was probably the closest I have ever come to it. I expected a large amount of embarrassment if these events were to play out in that way, and possibly a knight in shining armor situation. You know when you faint, the man rushes to your side as you slowly regain consciousness in a daze, gazing into each others eyes. HAHA. 
Well my fainting fantasy did not come true, but I decided to play it safe and go see the nurse anyways. I really just wanted to be released from the cold world of high school, curl up on my couch and watch movies until the cold that was festering inside my body ran the hell out of there. BUT THE STUPID SCHOOL NURSE WOULDN'T LET ME. 
This is probably one of the worst things about high school. ANY OTHER PLACE of business you can just go up to your boss, say you feel like shit and leave, but NO. In high school you have to go visit a 'nurse' (who isn't even a full on nurse most of the time), so you can let them stick a cold thermometer in your mouth. If you don't have a fever high enough, they send you off with some ibuprofen and tums back into the crewel, loud, unforgiving world. 
Needless to say I now have one hell of a grudge. I did make it through the day though. Miserably.

Weekly Rant

My eyes are different shapes.
As in one of my eyelids opens up a little more than the other.

Its not too noticeable, but I find that when Im having a conversation with someone, occasionally they have an epiphany and release the difference. I don't mind this because, hey, people are curious and they have never said it was a bad thing. The one thing that I do mind is when someone asks me about it anonymously. 

As some people know, Facebook has an app called "honesty box". Its basically where you can write something about someone, they will get it anonymously, you can reply ect. I have literally gotten 5 posts where people have asked me why my eyes are different shapes. COME ON PEOPLE, I will not get mad when someone asks me, the first time it happened, I explained why, and asked them to tell me why they asked in the first place. Same goes for the next 3, but the 5th time it happened I just gave up and replied:

"WHY DON'T YOU ASK ME IN PERSON", they then replied with...

"I don't really know you, I was looking at your pictures and I want to know WHY".

REALLY... "I don't really know you".... then why do you care??? I decided it wasn't worth the effort to start an argument, so I just told her why, and asked who it was... I never got a reply back. However, I want to know why its such a big deal... I understand why you want to know... but why CANT you just ask me? I wont bitch or anything... GOD 

And so ends my weekly rant.

BLACK FRIDAY *updated

Cue the scary music... yes its that time of year again.... BLACK FRIDAY. Well at least for other people, I haven't left the house yet. I know what your thinking, yes I am extremely lazy, at least today. Im so lazy, I don't have the motives to write a real post... Enjoy this funny video instead:





UPDATE: I just left the house to get chinese, DE-licious! Lets go eat crab rangoons NOW.

Happy Happy Thanksgiving

You know what there should be, some Thanksgiving songs, I mean there are plenty of Christmas, Hanukah, and I guess Easter songs if you count the religious stuff. There are even Valentines songs, and Halloween, but NO thanksgiving... Well there is that Adam Sandler one...
http://www.hulu.com/watch/110962/saturday-night-live-update-sandler-thanksgiving-song
Anyways... Happy Thanksgiving, I am proud to say I didn't eat any meat. This massive feat wasn't very hard seeing as I watched Food Inc. this morning which was AMAZING, but disturbing....

God, Im surprised I ate any food at all today...  Im also an extreme hypochondriac, so most of my thoughts while watching it consisted of 
"AHH I HAVE SALMONELLA!" or "I MOST DEFIANTLY HAVE E-COLI!!"


Well enjoy stuffing your faces with food, and if your planning on waking up at an INSANE hour of the morning tomorrow, HAVE FUN! Ill be sleeping, hopefully E-coli/salmonella free.