6 posts tagged “a little friendly advice”

I was totally stoked that we still had a copy of A Little Friendly Advice in stock because I totally want to sell it to someone. Unfortunately, it took me ages to find it on the shelves, 'cause, as you can see, it's totally 100% in the wrong spot. I have to admit that I'm not going to properly shelve it, though, because that puts it waaay out of the line of sight. Though I guess it would be by Scott Westerfeld's Uglies series, and I think that's pretty popular? I don't know.

I wish that someone of the proper age would come in, so that I can sell it already and not even have to bother about where it goes, but, unfortunately they haven't. I have been spoiled, working holiday weekends, so now the normal slow days feel even slower than usual. ::sigh::

Today I had a cup of coffee and a cup of tea in quick succession and am now feeling all jittery from the caffeine (which is weird, I guess I am not used to it? Because I've had far more without problem). It's a bit better now, but the fact that I'm drinking a Diet Coke can't help. I also have a tuna sandwich for lunch but I'm not hungry, which is weird and inconvenient because my dad went to a lot of trouble to get said sandwich for me, and I really ought to eat it.

Five hours until I see Juno again!

Molto Liebe,
Charlie

The review was excellent as well (check it out here) which thrilled me to death. The daily NYTimes has a circulation of 1,120,420 (according to Wikipedia.) That means that there were/are more than one million copies of the Times floating around with huge pictures and a good review of the band! This is definitely going to be good for building the buzz over here. And, yes, I did save it in my newly-created "Tokio Hotel in America" scrapbook. Heh. Also- another good thing about this, which I hadn't anticipated, is that a lot of German news places have picked up on it and are quoting it, which means that it shows that the band is being well-received here, and will hopefully help them to be taken seriously in their home country.


I'm going to have to send StrongBad in to Apple to get my ethernet port and disc drive fixed. It will be days without my laptop, I'm not at all sure how I'm going to survive! Seriously, the idea of being without my laptop for a week + is really freaking me out. At least the band doesn't have anything scheduled until the Europatour starts on 3 March. Which is not that far off. ::chews nails:: I am going to have to back the whole HD up on my external tomorrow (which means clearing more space off, dang), just in case the Apple guys completely murder my baby. ::glares menacingly at Apple::

Ha! Speaking of Apple, on this week's Wait Wait...Don't Tell Me! they mentioned a study that found that Apple computer users are more egotistical, arrogant, etc, than their Windows using fellow humans. (I can't find a link to the actual study). And even more so? Apple users who vote for Barack Obama. My response? "Well, we are better." Heh heh heh.


Also on Public Radio, I was listening to Studio 360 and, not only did they have on the ever-lovely Ellen Page (I need to see Juno, like, yesterday), but they also had a rather talented young lady by the name of Thao Nyguen, who plays pretty brilliant indie rock. You should head over to her website and check her out, it is definitely worth listening to! You can pick up her band's CD, We Brave Bee Stings And All here for a mere $12. There is a helicopter on it!


Ooh, I saw 27 Dresses today! (With my mum, both Hanna and Natalie were supposed to go with, but couldn't manage it.) It was really good, very fun, funny and sweet. But then I am a sucker for fancy dresses and Katherine Heigl so I would have loved it regardless. If you are looking for a good movie to see, and that is playing, it would be a good choice, I reckon!


Sorry I am being spazzy and skipping around a lot, but I told you I have a lot of random stuff to say!

Tomorrow I am going to an Italian conversation group/class thing. I'm worried that it will be all awkward and weird and that I'll be bored out of my flipping mind, but it probably won't be too bad. And then, after, it's Oscar time! Are you going to an Oscar party? (or the real thing?) I'm going to the one at the theater, got my dress, shoes, bag, and sunglasses all picked out already. I will definitely post a picture, if one turns out. Though, crap, it just occurred to me that it might be raining. Damn. Oh well!


Are you still reading? Wow, you got courage. A few last things before I wrap this up—

I've been working on my passages this week! I've got about three pages of really rough first draft done on my script (which I might post up here, looking for input), and I've got a few pages done (or kinda maybe done. ish) on my zine! In fact, on the hearth in front of our fireplace are spread out about a zillion words cut out from magazines. It looks kind of rad, but the slightest breath of wind will send the whole thing into a tizzy. Which no one wants.

Speaking of zine, though! Our neighbour across the street let me some zines to look at, and one of them has a card on front that was shot (literally, with a gun) by Hunter S. Thompson, which is pretty much very cool. That reminds me, at my old high school we had one of Hunter's Sheriff posters, signed by the good doctor himself. That high school had its high points.


I'm kind of obsessed with my tattoo...though I'm getting tired of having to put on the lotion crap, and having to take showers in stages. My hair doesn't dry right if I wash it upside down, it looks silly. Oh well, soon it will be all better and awesome! Yay!

Gosh, I've probably put you to sleep. Heck, I've nearly put myself to sleep!

Good night,
Lotte

P.S. You know what is a really good movie? The Departed. Holy crap I love that movie!

OK, I'm really going now. Bye bye!

Kinda freaky picture of me, but whatever. This evening I made spätzle to go with dinner ((pork chops...gross! I wish I was allergic, like Gustav is)), and it turned out pretty danged awesome, if you ask me. I am pretty much a pro spätzle maker. It's insane, really. And it caused me to form a new plan for luring Tokio Hotel to the US: free, tasty spätzle! Ja. Because they so don't even have it in Germany. At all. Ever.

Speaking of Tokio Hotel ((when am I not?)), I had the weirdest dream last night. Let me set the scene. We watched La Jetée, which was this craze trip movie made up almost entirely of still photos and voice over. It was originally in French but our version was in English, except for these insane whispers in German. Anyway, the whole thing was about time travel, but in your mind. As fascinating as it was, I still fell asleep near the end, which probably caused the time-travelling nonsense to leak into my dreams. After the movie was over I crawled upstairs and into bed, and that is when the insanity began...

I don't remember exactly when the dream started, but I know that the K twins were there, along with Hanna's little sister, Julia, and two girls that I go to high school with but haven't spoken to since 8th grade. Random, right? So, apparently, Julia and I had known the K's since way back when (a.k.a. 2003-5 ish) but hadn't seen them in a while, so Julia didn't recognize Tom ((because he looks soo different)) until I pulled him down ((by his dreads, haha)) until he was way shorter. It was fun watching the recognition dawn on her face, because it was very much like "OMG, it's Tom Effing Kaulitz!!!" heh heh heh. Silly girl. I can't recall what happened next, precisely, but I know that we all ate chocolate ice cream from communal bowls, feeding each other with the long-handled spoons that they have in coffee shops. At one point, Tom's dreadlocks got wet for some reason, and completely unravelled, which amazed me, because I had thought that they held together ((duh, obviously they do!)). "I thought you said they could get wet!!" or some such thing was the rather accusatory sentence I threw at young Tom. I daresay his response was less-than loquacious.

The next bit of my dream is a bit fuzzy, but I know that we all ended up in my bathroom, with, and this is the weirdest part, Bill Kaulitz, 2005 Durch Den Monsun era ((random fact, he was wearing a red shirt, like this)), and Bill Kaulitz, 2007 18years old, were lying side by side on their backs in my shower, sobbing. It kind of freaked me out...I wasn't sure what to do! I could just stare with fascination, and all the while my heart was breaking. I can't stand to see them sad. And then one of the ((non-friend)) girls said something about always having a bar of soap with her ((um, wtf?)) and asked Bill ((the older one)) if he wanted her to wash off his make up, and he nodded through his tears. So she was washing his hair and make up so nicely off and that made me cry, watching that. I was angry at myself, angry at her for thinking of it before I did. I was the one that was supposed to be taking care of them. I was the one who was supposed to have thought of that. I tried to help but there was nothing I could do, and I just felt so useless and sad. It was awful! And then I woke up with the largest stomach ache I have had in a while.

Next up on the agenda was work! I didn't know what to wear, so I settled on my Geek Love Poem Tee, Paris dress, white tights, and Converse. Rawk! It was actually a pretty awesome ensemble, maybe I'll recycle it for school tomorrow, with different tights (I'm not feelin' the white too much). Or maybe not. Anyway...

One thing that kind of sucked was that I woke up with a cold and sore throat (not just the stomach ache!), which was more annoying than anything else. There was much nose-blowing through out my day! Speaking of which, if you'll excuse me.... Ah, much better. I go to work on time, and got the trash taken out and the best sellers all set up before any peeps came in. A best-seller I'd like to read:
I love the NPR series and really would like to check out the book. You should too! Pick up a copy at Powells.com or at your local independent book store!

That's not the only book that I want...seriously, working at a bookstore is effing hard. At the top of my list: Forever in Blue (the 4th Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants book), My Secret (one of the PostSecret books), On the Road: The Original Scroll (Kerouac, FTW!), and, of course, I Like You: Hospitality Under the Influence, the genius Amy Sedaris book. I had even more time than usual to drool over the offerings today, because it was obscenely slow. Yeah, I know that there are a lot of slow days. But this was to your idea of a slow day like mercury is to molasses in December. In short, there ain't no comparison. It was kind of sad, however...

A rad thing about working in a book store (that is not hard at all!) is that you can get as many advance-reader copies of books as you'd like! I ended up with a whole stack of 'em (heck, it was me or recycling, and I have a really hard time letting books go to waste!!), including this gem, A Little Friendly Advice, by Siobhan Vivian. It had such cute, fun-looking girls on the cover!

And, as you may or may not know, I am le sucker for the name Siobhan. That's pronounces "Shove-on", not "sigh-oh-ba-hahn", as she explains in the author bio. The book was so amaze that I read the entire thing (just 248 pages) in a row. I love it! It is probably one of the best books that I have read in a while. The story is really sweet, though sad, and you definitely get a good feel of the characters' emotions and whatnot. Siobhan (ahahaha) also does a darned good job of describing the characters (their looks, clothes etc) enough that you get a perfect picture of them without feeling like you're getting bogged down in details. I highly recommend this book, and I daresay you should pick up a copy when it is released in March of 2008 (I'll try to remind you!).

Other than my exciting reading, work was pretty borester, and I'll be glad when Aubrey's back next week to keep my company! Natalie did stop in for a bit on her way to the gym (toting her Midwest Living magazine under her arm!), and that was nice.

After it was all over I was sitting on the curb waiting for my dad to pick me up, with a large stack of books (um, nerrrrd) when a fellow that I know passed by on his way home from work. I said hello and he responded, and I tried to pretend that I hadn't been speculating on a prospective relationship between him and one of my best friends the night before. I guess I looked innocent enough because he didn't question me besides to ask if I had dyed my hair. "No," I responded, "It just magically changed colour all by itself." (Sarcastic, much?) He said that he wasn't sure if it had been pink or red before, and I told him that it had been pink, but while I spoke all I could think was 'Seventeen years of friendship and this is how much you notice me?' I guess I shouldn't really care...it doesn't matter. I already knew that I pay more attention to others than they do me, but it still hurts to have it thrown in my face. I picked up a book before he drove past and pretended to be reading to make myself look less lonely. A little pathetic are we today, Charlotte? ::sigh:: Colds get me down.

Not much else has happened to-day, other than that! I reckon you know it all. Oh, crap. It's already 9:30 and I have an essay to write and some Romeo & Juliet to read.

Last red hair photo of the night:

Yes, I am weird. Thank you very much.

Blowing her nose for the 8 trillionth time,
Charlotte