Will You Bite The Hand That Feeds?

   As of late, I am realizing how critical I am of everything. I seriously can find something wrong with anything. Also, I am starting to feel intellectually superior to a vast amount of the people I know. It's a little bit preposterous, and pompous and annoying, actually. One of my biggest issues is that, for some reason, many people expect me to be a lot less intelligent than I actually am. I learned to spell supercalifragilisticexpialidocious in 3rd grade, and I've never gotten anything less than a 5 on a writing test. I watch the History Channel for fun and can read faster than a lot of people can type. This is not to say that I think I'm a super genius or anything ridiculous like that, but I'd honestly like some credit where credit is due.

   I am also starting to realize just how much it annoys me when people punctuate or spell things incorrectly. I want to punch people who mistake "-ies" for "-ys", and will seriously throttle the next person who writes "your" instead of "you're". Things like that just make me so irritated. 

   This post is arrogant and bitchy. It suits my personality very well.

   Screw this, I'm gonna go play Crazy Taxi.

MuhMuhMuhMuhhhh Music?

Ahemhemhem.

My Summer Playlist (capitalizing the first letters means BIG BUSINESS) is coming along nicely. I will be updating it as the summer progresses, but here we go:

Claire's Summer Playlist:

So Says I by the Shins

Nine In The Afternoon by Panic At The Disco

Everything Goes Dark by the Hoosiers

Stuck On Repeat by Little Boots

One Hundred Years by Frost

Ruby Blue by Roisin Murphy

Write A Song by Dave Matthews Band

Lazy Eye by Silversun Pickups

If You Want Me by Marketa Irglova and Glen Hansard

1901 by Phoenix

Sofa Song by The Kooks

Flathead by The Fratellis

Falling Slowly by Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova

The Hand That Feeds by Nine Inch Nails

Back Stabbin' Betty by Cage The Elephant

Weekend by Ladytron

The Road by Tenacious D

We Looked Like Giants by Death Cab For Cutie

Weekends by The Perishers

In One Ear by Cage The Elephant

New Shoes by Paolo Nutini

Hello, Brooklyn by All Time Low

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You know you wanna.

Surprise Hotel

I have a new addiction, and it costs a lot more less per ounce than cocaine.

I think friendship bracelets will be my downfall. I've been consistently making at the very least two per day for the past week. My right wrist sports six at the moment, my right ankle owns five.

I just bought 72 new skeins of thread for them, and I'm pretty sure that I'll end up buying more in like, a month or less.

But for now, I'm happy. I am not looking forward to the withdrawal symptoms.

Boom Boom Boom Boom

Holy mother of crap.
New favorite website.
http://www.rcrdlbl.com

Go! Frolic in the deliciosity that is free, wonderful indie music!
Aren't you glad I informed you of this?
Mmm.



Here in Oregon, Apollo, that gorgeous manly hunk o' sun god, has decided to curse us with a ridiculous amount of heat.
Like that kind that melts you to your couch and makes you want to live off otter pops and water for the next ten years?
Yeah that kind of heat.

Christ on a communion wafer, it's hot out here.