Friday, December 24, 2010

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Really Good Song With Random Video

On Top Of My Head

I got a new hat. 
I thought it was awesome.
Now I realize it makes me look like a pervert. 


Maybe,
Noe

Friday, December 10, 2010

How Fun Does This Look?



Maybe,
Noe

Monday, November 29, 2010

Jenny From the Block

Is it weird that I want to listen to this song over and over during the Holiday Season? Probably.


Maybe, 
Noe

Monday, November 22, 2010

Must See Moovay

"House of D" is one of my all time favorite movies. I'm not big on David Duchovny, I think he's a little pervy, but the movie's so great I'll let it slide. And he wrote the screenplay too, which gives him some extra brownie points. I watched this movie on a random Sunday in high school when I was bored and home alone. I sat down expecting to turn it off half through or maybe doze off, but my eyes were glued to the screen from the second it started. I became emotionally invested in the movie and by the end, I felt like the whole thing had happened to me (which is extra weird considering it's a coming of age story about a boy). I cried throughout most of the film, even at the parts when there was no reason on Earth that I should be crying.

This movie feels like it's mine and mine alone because I have yet to find another person who has seen it. I've only seen it once,  and this is something that I made a conscious decision about. If I see a movie too many times or if I don't put enough time in between screenings, it loses some of it's sparkle. I want to be able to feel the same way I did when I first saw it, every time. It seems like a lifetime ago that I saw "House of D" though and I think its about time to see it again.

Also, the main character, played by Anton Yelchin is a phenominal actor and just about the cutest thing I've ever seen.



Sunday, November 21, 2010

Cuter

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

I’m Gonna Take What You’re Giving, Cause I Know That You're Willing

I CAN NOT stop listening to this song. I'm obsessed and it doesn't even have anything to do with Miley being in the video... Although that does add a certain sparkle. My name is Noe and I'm a Disney junkie.

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Tricky Bastard.......

I'm feeling extremely nostalgic lately. I miss my family and friends from home, and find myself thinking about certain moments from my childhood, my high school and Hillsdale days...I mean really, I'm feeling so emo I've actually caught myself missing moments from last week. At first, I couldn't figure out this sudden surge of sensitivity. I'm completely aware of my ability to get emotional for no reason, but I have to admit that my dramatics are a little over the top at this point. Luckily I don't inflict this weirdness on anyone else, as these moments usually occur in the middle of the night when normal humans are sleeping, and I am...

1. Staring into space
2. Staring at my computer
3. Staring at the pages of books...

with music playing in the background.

It all came to me last night. It's all because of ITunes. That DJ is quite the sly one. One minute he's playing "Ridin Dirty," instantly taking me back to high school weekends when we'd stay out until seven in the morning. The next second he's throwing out a Stevie Wonder song like "Isn't She Lovely" that reminds me of my dad and the times when I literally cried in the car because his singing is so bad. The music master might then throw out some Sugar Ray song that I forgot I'M OBSESSED with and then end the night with a little David Bowie. Although I'm relieved I've found the source of my episodic pining for the past in the pitch dark, this revelation has done nothing to cure me of it. 

Recently ITunes DJ reintroduced me to these...









Friday, October 29, 2010

I Ain't Afraid of No Ghosts

I enjoy this Pumpkin Man's small gyrating hips.

Friday, October 22, 2010

Saturday, October 9, 2010

Don't Forget This...


Happy Weekend

Maybe,
Noe

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Dedication


This goes out to you, Siobhan.


Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Friday, October 1, 2010

The Unappreciated Appreciation List


via ilovewildfox.com

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Friday, September 24, 2010

Sunny Days, Sweepin the Clouds Away..

As a youngin, Sesame Street was my absolute favorite television show. It even beat out Barney, and that's really saying something because I was gaga for the goofy purple freak. For whatever reason though, the crazy characters just a couple blocks down on Sesame really spoke to me. I had both Bert and Ernie stuffed toys that I toted around all over the place during the day and cuddled up with at night. Eventually, something magical happened. Because of timing, fate and undeniable reciprocated love, Bert and I got fell in love and got married. The ceremony took place in my grandparent's backyard. My grandpa watched with tears in his eyes as one of about eight guest (the other seven were inanimate objects), while my grandma performed the holy matrimony. It made perfect sense to me that if Bert and I were married, then that Ernie was our son. Things were swell and dandy for about two days, but eventually Bert and I split. I guess we weren't meant to go the distance...

My tangent doesn't have much to do with the video below though, other than the fact that my "son" is the star. Haven't seen him in a while though...

Although I outgrew Bert and the whole Sesame Street gang quite a while back, I never outgrew this song. It remains to be one of my favorites. It's sweet and has a good message and I thought I'd share.

"Well, I'd like to visit the moon
On a rocket ship high in the air
Yes, I'd like to visit the moon
But I don't think I'd like to live there
Though I'd like to look down at the earth from above
I would miss all the places and people I love
So although I might like it for one afternoon
I don't want to live on the moon"

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Strip Me

Since high school, Natasha Bedingfield has supplied me and countless others with poppy, catchy songs that the radio still plays and pretends are new. "Unwritten" is not just the theme song of the reality show of all reality shows, it’s the theme song for almost every all-girls pregame on Friday and Saturday nights in America. Natasha's songs are corny and clich├ęd, but they are tunes that everyone loves to scream and dance to, regardless of if they like to admit to it or not. Many even secretly find a tad bit of solace and truth in her lyrics."Strip Me" is no exception. I've had it on repeat since for days and I can already tell it's one of those songs that I will never get sick of. I don't care how embarrassing it is that I'm dedicating a post to Natasha Bedingfield. Congrats,Tash, you've done it again!


"My Heart is Like a Loudspeaker" 


To Listen to the Sickness that is "Strip Me" click here! 
Maybe, 
Noe

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Feels Like Today- Playlist 9.16




Cosmic Love- Florence and the Machine
"The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart"


  Make Me Wanna Die- The Pretty Reckless
"Take me, I'm alive, never was a girl with a wicked mind"

Bloodstream- Stateless
"I think I might’ve inhale you
I could feel you behind my eyes
You gotten into my bloodstream
I could feel you floating in me"

In My Veins- Andrew Belle
"Nothing goes as planned
Everything will break
People say goodbye
In their own special way"


Standing on the Shore- Empire of the Sun
"Standing on the shore
Waiting for the ship in call
There's something in the way I move
That keeps them on their own" 

Erase Me- Kid Cudi
"I keep on running, keep on running
And nothing works
I can't get away from you"

Where We Belong- Thriving Ivory
"Hold on we're gonna make it if it takes all night
Hearts racing like a rocket at the speed of light
Don't fight it we've been running for far too long
We're going back where we belong"

By Your Side- Sade
"You think I'd leave your side baby?
You know me better than that
You think I'd leave down when your down on your knees?
I wouldn't do that"

The Calculation- Regina Spektor 
"So we made our own computer
Out of macaroni pieces
And it did our thinking while we lived our lives
It counted up our feelings
And divided them up even
And it called that calculation perfect love"

Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters- Elton John
"For unless they see the sky
But they can't and that is why
They know not if it's dark outside or light"

I Need A Girl- Trey Songz

Bad Habits- Michael Tolcher
"I get all my bad habits watching you"

This Time- John Legend
"This time I want it all" 

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Love and Memories

Miranda vs. Miranda


VS.


A couple Fridays or Saturdays ago, Miranda and I were alone at a bar where we virtually knew no one. It was one of those nights that knowing no one is a good thing. The group we had set out with earlier in the night dispersed themselves evenly throughout the City and we ended up in a dive bar that was painted a variety of colors on the inside and out.

Miranda and I meandered through the mob, talked to random people, looked out for a booth or a boy, but mostly chatted up each other. Prospects were decent, but nothing to write home about. The bar was loud, but relatively mellow and most people just talked amongst their friends. Unaccustomed to not being the center of attention however, Miranda sighed and rolled her eyes throughout the night. Although she was hit on in a solid, steady, progression, it apparently wasn’t enough. Miranda threatened to leave the bar every so often but I ignored her. Of course, she never left.

“You cannot tell me you think this is fun” Miranda grabbed my arm, a little too hard, and pulled me close to her.

“I think it’s fun” I said matter-of-factly, and looked away. I scanned the crowd of unknowns, and unconsciously looked for a familiar face. Of course the chances that I would know someone here were slim, but I came from a school where I literally knew every single person at every single bar. It was a habit I have yet to shake.

“We don’t know ANYONE” she said through gritted teeth.

“We don’t know anyone ANYWHERE” I said back, mocking her tone. It was true. Moving to this new city, our social circle was refreshingly limited. It was small, but had all the potential in the world. I was excited to start over, I was ready to go out at night and not know beforehand what would happen. I told her this. “We need to meet new people, Rand.”

Miranda thought about this for a second. She knew I was right. But in her mind she had left college at the very top of her game. All about appearances, come Spring quarter of senior year, Miranda had everything she had hoped for in a college career. A boyfriend she dated since freshman year, social chair in the top sorority, a very well known name on campus and a growing vintage designer purse collection that she and her mother had been working on since she was twelve. In Miranda's mind she might as well have been famous because she was It. She was the kind of girl that had to be the best. Look the best, have the best stuff. She was highly competitive, but because (in her mind) no one really compared, she was just in competition with herself.

These days…the boyfriend she dated for almost four years is no longer a boyfriend and lives on the other side of the country. And though she still tries to be the one to fill up our social calendars, it’s hard to be “popular” in a city of hundreds of thousands. The vintage bag collection at least is still going strong. She got a new quilted Chanel number from the fifties yesterday at Wasteland. If she didn’t have this still going, I might be worried for her sanity.

Moving to a new city, starting a new chapter in your life, there are things you can learn about people you thought you knew through and through that surprise you. From day one of freshman year, Miranda walked onto the Hillman’s campus like she was meant to be there, like she owned the place. Any signs of weakness and insecurity in my roommate were sparse and if they did come up, very short. She always arrived with a plan, a good one, and always executed it perfectly. I expected that she would do the same thing when we moved to the city, but I was shocked when I was wrong. So was she.

Despite having a pretty enviable job set up by her parents and an even more enviable apartment (also set up by parents), Miranda feels a little shaken here. The one friend I thought would storm the city has been rattled by the sudden changes in our lives and as a result has been pretty wobbly on her four hundred dollar, five inch heel clad feet.

Sometimes I look Miranda in the eyes now and see genuine fear and fret. Bailey says this is good for her though, and I think I agree. Nothing should come so easily to one person. I’m certain this will be a good experience for Miranda; we’ll just have to help her through it. And have a high tolerance for complaining.
“Okay, fine,” She said, with a signature eye roll. “Sorry I’m being so…” she trailed off. She can never actually come out and say she’s wrong. She looked at me, waited for a response.

Through a squint, I gave her playful, warning look. “Okay. Forgiven. Lay off the complaining though. I was this close to running away from you.”

“Drinks on me?” This was Miranda’s version of an olive branch. “What do you want?”

“Surprise me!” I said over the deafening music.

She winked and then started off towards the bar. I judged that considering the collection of people clamoring to get to the bar like a pack of wild animals trying to get to a watering hole, it would take an estimated fifteen to twenty minutes for a normal person to get a drink. Lucky for us though, Miranda is not a normal person. Despite recent ups and downs, she still Miranda and she can still get most things in life that she wants.
I smiled as I watch the crowd of people part like the red sea so she could get through. Far more than a few of the males stared at her ass as she squeezed through. All of the girls whispered to each other about the bitch that just butted them all in line.

Miranda came back in record time, holding two tall brown drinks. I didn’t ask what they were and still don’t know. I felt pride swell up inside me as it seemed the entire population by the bar stared at us. Well, her really. The girls took in Miranda’s black leggings, white off the shoulder shirt and ridiculously tall heels that make her already long and lean body look even more ridiculously long and lean. They absorbed her perfectly tousled blond hair and general sense of Miranda-haughtiness and threw the evilest of looks our way. The guys took in all of this as well, but with opposite of the aforementioned negative reception.

“What’d you do over there?” I asked in between sips. “Everyone by the bar is staring over here."

“Good or bad?”

“What?” I said, craning out my neck to hear her. The music had proceeded to get louder and Miranda might as well have been whispering.

“Good stares or bad stares?” she said, the same lilt in her voice. She had a wicked little smile on her face.

“Both. Good from boys. Want-to-kill you from girls.”

Miranda slowly swiveled around and waved to the crowd. The guys looked dumb struck and the girls look even more enraged. She turned back toward me and proceeded to tell me how one girl’s boyfriend started hitting on her. Miranda naturally flirted back and the girlfriend basically lost her shit. Words were exchanged and of course Miranda came out on top. How all of this happened in a matter of a few minutes I’m not sure.

I eyed the small, Jersey looking girl that Miranda pointed out to be the psychopath. She looked like she might lunge for us, she was basically growling from her post by the bar. I didn’t know if I should laugh or be afraid, but Miranda was laughing so I decided to follow suit. I spotted a booth at the opposite end of the bar, grabbed Miranda, the Miranda that has everything and is afraid of nothing, and bee lined it across the room.

Maybe, Noe

Monday, August 30, 2010

They Tell Me I'm Crazy, You Told me I'm Golden


The Weepies have always had my back. Midnight drives freshman year thinking about soul emptying young love, background music to countless weeknights vibing on the couch, music that got me through some very homesick hours during my semester abroad in Spain, and moments that I just felt like listening to something beautiful and smiling. The list goes on.

Every lyric ever sang by the Weepies is inspiring, true, simple but also monumental. Below is a clutter collage of some of my favorites.



"You turned me into somebody loved"


 


 

"Standing in the sun smoking quiet cigarettes
Just before I let you down
Funny how a heart shatters all at once 
Seems like it should make a sound" 






"I want to make a ray of sunshine and never leave home"



"What can I compare you to, a favorite pair of shoes? 
Maybe my bright red boots if they had wings"



"No amount of coffee, no amount of crying, 
no amount of whiskey, no amount of wine
No, nothing else will do/I've gotta have you"






 "They tell me I'm crazy/But you told me I'm golden"



Maybe, 
Noe

Saturday Night Fever


It is common knowledge that men and alcohol equal rambunctiousness and bar brawls, but I never knew that a group of twenty two year old girls could also experience the type of spike in testosterone that is usually associated with Bros on a Saturday night. About an hour into our night at a pretty fun bar which brilliantly serves free popcorn all night, I noticed Keslee chatting up a pretty cute guy. I stepped behind the guy so that only she could see me and gave her a look and hand motion that indicated that I approved. She caught my eye, blushed and continued to flirt her way towards a free drink.

Turns out this guy deserved no type of approval whatsoever. After being informed by an anonymous bar-stander that Keslee had no interest in him, his charming, nice act went down like the shots he had been taking all night with his equally douchebaggy friends. He began telling our group that “we weren’t that hot anyway” and shouting “shut ups” when we attempted any kind of rebuttal. Typically I would run in the opposite direction of a bar bastard like this guy, but something inside of me and my friends on this particular night inspired us to behave like the tatted up, territorial frat boys we usually roll our eyes at. After giving our pieces of mind, we decided it was time for a grand exit. We clattered towards the stairs and just as I was feeling particularly proud, my black bootied feet failed me, I slipped on something (or nothing) and tumbled down the stairs. The assholes, who had been watching this exit, found this to be the most delightful thing in the entire world. My temporary testosterone rage had subsided at this point and I didn’t even look back as Ginna gathered me off the ground and we booked it, laughing hysterically at the utter ridiculousness of the night.