Stuck in a Tight Spot

After being in intense training for the past week or so, this all-of-a-sudden free time has made me feel feel kind of weird. I'm definitely ready to get this school year started and get all the kids back.

I miss Amanda. I miss our weekly dance party (aka radio show) I miss promising myself every morning that I will go to the gym after dinner and never making it there. I miss late-night Wingers. I miss everything and everyone, which is why I want the next few days to whiz by so I can get back on top of things.

I'm listening to Clor right now and it's so addictingly good. I know I already gushed about it before, but I really can't help it. AND I finally got the new Super Furry Animals full-length into the station. It's epic. Those are the only words to describe it...I'm pretty much afraid to try and describe it, for making it seem less of an amazing piece of work than it really is.

AND I want my sir to come home. I miss him terribly and I know he's not having the best time of his life down in Alabama. I want him back in PA so we can lay around and be lazy, not have him drifting around the Mississippi River taking samples of things.

Btw, CMJ schedule of performers is up. Everyone that is going this year needs to drop me a line of what shows/parties/panels they will be at so we can all eventually meet up.

be a part of something big

RA training = busiest I've been in years.

My apologies to unreturned phone calls, lack of charting and me not being a good friend.


M.I.A. Xtine = only for a few more days and then I'll be back in full force. Seriously.

just another number

I can't stop gushing about my apartment and how much better it is to wake up and be able to turn the lights on and sip coffee and just lay around and be fat without worrying about waking someone else up. Yayayay!

Tonight I will have my first overnight visitor spend the night! Unfortunately he gets to sleep on my floor since I have moved all the fans into my bedroom and it's too deathly hot to sleep in another bedroom or living room.

I'm terribly jealous of everyone that went to TC's Prom this weekend while I was busy being a busy-bee mover. I miss all of my far-away friends that live in those wonderful cities that I never get to see. Luckily for me, CMJ is just around the bend and then hopefully I'll be happy once more.

CMJ Round 2 = xtine hopefully not repeating any silly mistakes from last year.

For examples:
1) coming home with new sir, just a tad bit older
2) being "that girl"
3) attending too many parties, not enough shows and not one single panel
4) spending the night at random hotels/ apartments...not a good idea

I believe arrangements are being made for me to stay with my favorite music snob...that means I will get to see him (right before I pass out every night and when I roll over the next morning)

eliza naumann is my hero

I just had to climb out of a first-story window to get out of my new apartment due to construction.

Just fucking amazing.

the way you wear your head

My new apartment is fucking rad. I love it more than I love the new pills I've been taking.

On a not so great note, everyone has taken it upon themselves to only talk to me if they feel the need to bitch. I'm very sorry you are having a bad day, your love life is a mess, your parents hate you, your dog died, etc but please don't fucking tell me.

I can't help you, I can't even unpack my 20 zillion boxes laying all over the living room and kitchen.

I'm locking myself in my bedroom, taking some more pills and only listening to Idlewild until I feel somewhat happy again.

Thank you everyone for depressing the shit out of me.

Squishy, My Love

Is it wrong that I want summer to be over? I want school to begin again. I want finally move into my apartment.

Then again I want this upcoming year to already be over.

With me being Music Director again of the station, the A&E Editor of the newspaper and an RA in the apartments...anxiety attacks are bound to happen.




I heard the new DCFC album. My first impression was "boring" and then I gave it another chance. As a whole, I'm not very impressed. Yet again, there is like 2.3 songs growing on me in that gross, annoying herpes kind of way.

President of What?

More Bands to Appear at CMJ are announced:

The Arcade Fire * Atmosphere * The Dandy Warhols * Coheed and Cambria * !!! * The Brian Jonestown Massacre * The Hold Steady * Dungen * Against Me! * Cursive * The (International) Noise Conspiracy * Feist * John Vanderslice * Nashville Pussy * Mae * Longwave * Regina Spektor * Lucero * CocoRosie * Crooked Fingers * Tilly & The Wall * Laura Veirs * Motion City Soundtrack * Of Montreal * Icarus Line * Wrens * why? * Silverstein * The Juan MacLean * Acid Mothers Temple & The Cosmic Inferno * The Constantines * Ambulance Ltd * The Gossip * Kinski * Supersystem * Nouvelle Vague * Mary Timony * Wolf Parade * Alias * Funeral For A Friend * Clap Your Hands Say Yeah * Dead Meadow * Wilderness * Foreign Born * Tom Vek * Adult. * Morning After Girls * The Sun * Dios Malos * Vijay Iyer * Chad VanGaalen * The Kingsbury Manx * Craig Wedren * Fruit Bats * Rogue Wave * The Oranges Band * Need New Body * xbxrx * Subtitle * Grand Buffet * Alan Sparhawk (of Low ) * Robbers On High Street * Rasputina * Youth Group * Dr. Dog * Head of Femur * Kaki King * Make Believe * Amusement Parks on Fire * Parts & Labor * Saturday Looks Good To Me * Dirty on Purpose * Drums & Tuba * The Honorary Title * The Rosebuds * Daughters * Limbeck * Blood On the Wall * Mia Doi Todd * The Lot Six * Turing Machine * The Velvet Teen * Denison Witmer * Chris Lee * The Natural History * Decibully * Billy Nayer Show * Neva Dinova * Narrator * Electroputas * American Minor.

Pitchfork has recognized my fine friends over at Team Clermont for their Annual Prom. Anyone wanna go? You are more than welcome to take my spot for I will be stuck in PA packing and moving into my new apartment that weekend...which I'm not too happy about.

What is this mess about not being able to dance in NYC? Dancing is everyone's God-given right, no matter where you are. Well then again, I am a big dancer so maybe my opinion about the rules on not being able to shake one's booty are a bit biased.

Is This It?

This is my sir and I. I have a feeling that once school starts up again I won't be seeing him very much anymore which is quite sad.

I am guessing this means my future roommates in my new apartment will be subjected to my housewife and music skills.

But who complains about trying out my brownies and free new music and free concert tickets anyhow?