A HEARTY "UGG."

I would say that it's time to retire my weighty mind to a soft, comfortable bed, but that seems to be far too much to ask at this point.
A little nap, perhaps?

IT'S UPGRADE TIME.

So...
What do you think?

YOU THINK YOU KNOW MY iPOD?

iTUNES SURVEY

How many total songs? 4,244 Songs
How long is your playlist (hours/days)? 11.7 Days, 14.59 GB

Sort by Song Title
First Three:
-'Til Him
3:42
Matthew Broderick, Nathan Lane & Ensemble
The Producers

-'Tis A Far, Far Better Thing I Do
1:26
Zanna, Don't! (A Musical Fairy Tale) Original Off-Broadway Cast

-"Chief Wiggum, P.I." Main Title
1:07
The Simpsons
Go Simpsonic With The Simpsons



Last Three:
-Zissou Society Blue Star Cadets / Ned's Theme Take 1
2:52
Mark Mothersbaugh
The Life Aquatic With Steve Zissou Original Soundtrack

-Zip
4:01
Bebe Neuwirth
Pal Joey (The 1995 Original New York Cast Recording)

-Ziggy Stardust
3:14
David Bowie


Sort by time:
First Three:
-Lucky
0:01
Napoleon Dynamite

-Homestar- "Trash"
0:01
The Brothers Chaps
Homestar Runner

-I Can Play It Straight
0:01
Nathan Lane
The Birdcage


Last Three:
-Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
26:22:51
J.K. Rowling

-Robin Williams Live on Broadway
1:39:10
Robin Williams
Live on Broadway

-Live in Rome 1987
1:38:33
U2


Sort by Album:
First track:
-Love Me Do
2:20
The Beatles
1

Last track:
-Swing Rave
1:53
Titus
Soundtrack


Top Ten Most Played:
1. 23 Times
Anything You Want, You Got It
3:29
Roy Orbison

2. 16 Times
Movin' Out
3:28
Billy Joel

3. 15 Times
Different Town
0:58
The Brothers Chaps
Homestar Runner

4. 15 Times
Not the Boy Next Door
2:23
Hugh Jackman
The Boy from Oz Original Broadway Cast Recording

5. 15 Times
Right Where You Should Be
4:34
James Barbour & Alice Ripley
Summer of '42 (DEMO)

6. 14 Times
Mr. Blue Sky
5:05
Electric Light Orchestra
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

7. 14 Times
Save The People
3:24
Stephen Schwartz
Godspell

8. 13 Times
Shiksa Goddess
3:58
The Last Five Years
The Last Five Years Original Cast Recording

9. 12 Times
"Can't Sneak Up On A Brother"
0:03
The Brothers Chaps
Homestar Runner

10. 12 Times
I Can Do Better Than That
5:11
The Last Five Years
The Last Five Years Original Cast Recording


Ten Most Recently Played:
1. Finale
3:04
Carolee Carmello, Kirk McDonald, Ensemble
Parade
7/23/2005 1:10 PM
(Omitting the entire album, which I played six times yesterday alone.)

2. The I Love You Song
5:57
The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee Original Broadway Cast
The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee Original Broadway Cast Recording
7/22/2005 6:28 PM
(Pretty much the same situation here.)

3. Opening: The New World
5:07
Company
Songs For A New World
7/19/2005 1:02 PM
(And here.)

4. Put The Lime In The Coconut
2:22
Toxic Audio
Word Of Mouth
7/14/2005 12:04 PM

5. La Vie Boheme
8:00
RENT: Original Broadway Cast
RENT: Original Broadway Cast Recording (Disc 1)
7/5/2005 1:54 PM
(Yeah. I’m a show freak. Get over it.)

6. Billy
6:06
Bob Dylan
The Royal Tenenbaums Original Soundtrack
6/30/2005 9:26 PM

7. (I’m Pretty Sure) I'm Over You
2:53
Will Hoge
Blackbird On A Lonely Wire
6/30/2005 9:26 PM

8. Go Your Own Way
3:38
Fleetwood Mac
Greatest Hits
6/30/2005 8:49 PM

9. Anything You Want, You Got It
3:29
Roy Orbison
6/30/2005 8:20 PM

10. A Kind Of Magic
4:24
Queen
The Platinum Collection - Greatest Hits 1 2 & 3 (CD 2)
6/30/2005 8:16 PM


Find "sex", how many songs show up?: 5

Find "death", how many songs show up?: 22

Find "love", how many songs show up?: 185

Find “music”, how many songs show up?: 271

CHERRY VANILLA DR. PEPPER, AND OTHER IMPORTANT THINGS.

I dearly miss having friends in my life.
Not just "friends," but genuine companions. I daresay I haven't had one for quite some time, if they were even truly the friends I thought they were.
My life, at its current state, warrants a genuine, lasting change. Movement. Of some sort- I have no idea what movement or actions to take, but I refuse to let this loneliness consume me the way it threatens to. Maybe it already has. But I certainly can't take a chance like that.
I am much to valuable to be trampled upon, and the people who have done so are merely wasting my time. I'm finished with it.
It's time to move out.

(But the drink is okay.)

A MESSAGE FOR J.K. ROWLING:

My ambitions are shattered; my hopes and dreams are eternally crushed.

You killed "that most important person" off, you spiteful, heartless, yet blatantly-trustworthy and talented author.

How I despise my existence.

This is worse than Sirius.
Seriously.

(Oh, you knew that was coming...Get over it.)

HALF-BLOOD-ED UPDATE: PART ONE.

I'm taking a sleep break at page 217. So far, it rocks my socks.

(Yo, Rowling- I need more Lupin. Hit me.)

I'M A LOSER, BABY.

And I'm heading out to get my copy of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.

Boo-yah.

SNIP, SNIP.

Finally home from the great state of California, and all I have to show from it is an orange boa/scarf/Chinatown ripoff-thingy and a few added pounds.
(No, thank you, Ghirardelli.)
But, it was a glorious trip. I'd go back.
NOW.
I also managed to con myself into a haircut yesterday, and we all know what disasters can spring from hair mutilation. Well, mine looks worse, but only in the most minor of ways. The woman might as well have shaved my head. It would be symmetrical, and not so poofy. But poofy it is, and poofy it will remain for some time, or at least until God decides to strike me down for bad hair.
Just watch. It'll happen.

PAUSING FOR SUGGESTIONS.

I'm sure far more unusual than missing someone you despise is despising someone you miss. Like an infarction (Whatever the hell that happens to be; I feel no guilt in stealing it from the bloodthirsty writing staff on House, M.D.) in my capacity to care, there is one entity who continues to stand against my degregating pride, annoying me to no end, and surely forcing me back into whatever emotional confinement I thought I had broken free from. The pedestal I hold myself against in mentality and fervor is none other than a lopsided misogynist, an arse if ever I associated myself with such a word. I desperately desire the opportunity to thrash violently, back and forth in my antagonistic struggle against this hero, or my heroic struggle against he, the antagonist.
I'm not sure which is which.
Does it matter?
(Seemingly) Nothing triggered this bout into unknown exclamation and bitterness, but I can't help but think it's been looming near the surface, waiting for a moment of calm, complacent thought to leap up and attack viciously.
Enough of this. The unnamed soul should just go die, but not before I figure out whether or not he's the good guy and I'm pure evil, or vice versa.

FAMILY: AIN'T THAT A KICK IN THE HEAD?

It seems like only once in a while I find a member of my family I can really connect to, or who appears to find me slightly above average in the grand herd of Smiths. Ray is one of those individuals: he is, without fail, the uncle who seems to have always had an elevated affection for me and my progression, despite the fact that he rarely deems to show it outwardly. He is (so I have come to believe) genuinely concerned for my future, and for the person I am starting to become.
I need people like that around me. God, I do.
As we said our scattered goodbyes this evening, he grabbed onto my hand for just a few extended seconds. Nothing monumental, but we had already parted ways until our next meeting, and it seems as though he felt the need for one last lapse of contact.
One single gesture, a few seconds of my hand in his, and it was finished.
It was unbelievably encouraging, especially because I don't seem to get that same attention from any one of my extended family members. Not to mention the fact that he's always been the enlightened, exceedingly humorous one that seems to mesh well with my own temperament. Yet, we hardly ever speak, let alone see one another.
But he cares. And for me, that's enormous enough.
More updates to come, none (hopefully) as sentimental.

I LIKE BIG ROCKS, AND I CANNOT LIE.

Stupid Kelley decides to climb a stupid mountain without eating any stupid food and dressed in really stupid apparel.

DUST IN THE WIND. WOOSH.

Call it disrespectful, but the California coast kicks every other God-forsaken shoreline to the curb.
Today was the "Illegal Scattering Of Something Ashen" part of our SanFran vacation, and the eight hour trip was delightful in one of the most baffling of senses.
I'm struggling with the joy that select members of The Smith Family bring to any event, coinciding directly with the innate hell they supply almost simultaneously.
It's relatively lovely, I assure you.
[Editor's Note: They're so freaking adorable when there's alcohol involved.]
I don't know how often posting will come at this point, but I can assure you that there is much more fun to be had by folks that resemble the twenty of us.
And we are here solely to ruin their fun.