On my mind

Okay, I have to get this off my chest.

My little brother, who is a senior in college, just called me, and asked me what it would take for me to be he and his friends designated driver tonight. I told him "a tank of gas and the new Jam at the BBC CD." I'm fully prepared for vomiting in the Jeep.

Luckily for me, my hetero life-mate, Stacy, was a Contiki travel guide in Europe, and has passed on to me many ways of dealing with inebriates. She should know, escorting 30-40 drunken 18-25 year-olds round the Old World every three weeks for three years. Mainly, looping carrier bag handles round their ears to reduce projectile mess in moving vehicles.

This is not a normal occurence, though my brother is a great deal more responsible than I was at that age, as God only knows. 3.97 GPA versus my own pitiful at 21 GPA of 2.3. For you see, he and his friends are out on the town tonight because one of their buddies is back from the Army in Iraq.

While my baby brother worries about grades and getting a job in June, his friend- whom he attended K-12 with, is praying the military doesn't start the Stop-Gap thing again, and he's able to come home in January. While Z is planning the semi-annual Beer Olympics, he's hoping that the car that his Humvee is passing won't explode.

We have a picture of all the guys that I'm picking up at the bar tonight, when they were at my brother's 6th birthday party. They are all without their shirts on, and their skinny white boy chests are covered with fake tattoos, as they flex their non-existent muscles, grinning fit to kill, wired on cheap frosting.

This war is, well, I don't know where to start. What I do know, is that my mom can't talk about my brother's 3 friends who are in the military without crying, and neither can I. We pray that God blesses our troops, but what if that isn't enough? Doesn't every country pray for their soldiers? Who are the truly blessed? And why....

So, I will happily schelp my ass to pick them up tonight, hoping all the while, that I don't weep while driving them to their homes, as I am now.

Songs of the week

I.E. songs that I have sung (screamed) along to in the car more times that I'd like to admit.

1. Jesus Walks- Kayne West
2. One Love- The Stone Roses
3. I Heard It Through the Grapevine- Gladys Knight and the Pips
4. Winterlong- Neil Young
5. This Is A Low- Blur
6. Red Alert- Basement Jaxx
7. Sweet Caroline- Neil Diamond
8. Eleanor, Put Your Boots On- Franz Ferdinand
9. Digsy's Diner- Oasis
10. Going Underground- The Jam

Much better

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Okay, my cat-related injury is not improving greatly. Still sitting here with an ice-pack on my hiney. Treating pain with fine barley products. Feeling rather pathetic for doing such.

Then, I read this interview with Pete Doherty, and suddenly, I felt quite virtuous and organic. Healthy, even.

Oh, boy

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Somebody needs to tell Laura Bush to lay off the Botox. Seriously, she probably doesn't cry, she leaks Botulism. She's the Nicollette Sheridan of the political world.

Look at Camilla- most likely has had work done, but looks totally age-appropriate.

I find crap like this fascinating

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Article from MTV on how various bands choose the tunes that play before they take the stage. Obligatory quote from my secret boyfriend, Noel.

One of my fashion idols

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I am, among many other things, (Alias, Iowa State Cyclones, Oasis, Bridget Jones, et al...) rather obsessed with fashion. There are some who simply help to revolutionize how a certain era looks, such as Anita Pallenberg in the 60's. Annie Lennox- well, it doesn't get too much more iconic than she. Try to imagine what the 1980's would have looked like without the Eurythmics videos. You can't, can you?

So friggin cool

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Concerts I would have sacrificed non-essential extremities to attend- Gorillaz at Manchester Opera House. (Yes, I realize that they're cartoons).

Today in my unhealthy Oasis obsession

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Oooo- GOODY! A new concert DVD!

So much better than the Grammys

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Watching the Brit Awards on BBC America. So much better than the Grammys, it's not even funny. Performers include: Franz Ferdinand( major dance break there), Green Day, Natasha and Daniel Bedingfield, Robbie Williams and Joss Stone, Jamelia, Scissor Freaking Sisters, and The Streets. Worth watching alone for the GD performance. "American Idiot," indeed. Not to mention, Jamelia and Lemar perform a duet to "Addicted to Love." I want my legs to look like hers in my next life. Also, my abs to resemble Jake Shears's.

Haha- we win!

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Oh Thank You, Jesus, we won. I have a year's worth of leverage against my Aggie friends. Hee. Hee. Hee.