I realize I’ve had an appallingly small amount of things to say about fashion and/or assburgers, but I’m kind of in the midst of freaking the hell out about my future and trying to prepare for a move, so you’ll have to excuse me. To make up for it, I’ll share a video Kat sent me to cheer me up. It’s Thriller. Plus Scooby Doo. So, automatically awesome. Enjoy!
A year ago today, something happened. The King of Pop, Michael Jackson, passed away. I didn’t really feel much that day; I remember that I’d been told he was dead and I kind of shrugged it off. I mean, people like Michael don’t die, right? Besides, that summer had already claimed an amazing array of people, so it felt a bit more like some kind of sick joke than the truth. Then more and more reports came in that it was true, and I was a bit stunned. I wrote extensively about my experiences with Michael on a couple of Livejournal communities that I was once a part of/in charge of, as well as on the Michael Jackson Tribute Portrait website (I’m dot number 1206!), so I won’t go into it here. I will say that Michael and his music were a large part of my childhood, and now a large part of my adulthood, and I’m deeply saddened by the loss. I hope that more people come to realize just how scary media influence can be in public opinion of a star, and I hope the tides change. Regardless of your personal preference for his music, it’s undeniable that he basically changed the entire pop music game plan, and that, if you choose to remember nothing else, should be remembered. We miss you, Michael, and we love you more.
P.S. Crazy Fountain Boy is better than Thrusty McDancepants. Always. Just sayin’.
My good friend Massiel just got a new blog and I’m kind of obligated to shamelessly promote her. She’s awesome, and she has style. So, follow her blog. It’ll be your good deed for the day. While you’re at it, follow Kat’s blog, too. She bakes. And she’s also awesome.
I kind of hate change. I dunno if it’s an assburgers thing or what, but change pretty much horrifies me. So this past month or so, with change after change, has been overwhelming. I’ve been dealing with a lot of mini panic attacks lately because, for a split second, I thought I was going to be homeless. my roommate pretty much effed me over, and it was a kick to the face. Thanks to Kat and Fraaaancis and my aunt Mandy and several others, I’ve managed to stop panicking (sort of) and just roll with it. I’m gearing up for a move out of state, which is a huge change. I’m selling almost all of my possessions, another huge change. It’s overwhelming. But I think I can do it. If not, this will be a giant blog of failure. Oh, another change?
I’m gonna be an aunt/godmother. I’m really sad that I won’t be here for her birth, but I know I’m doing the right thing by leaving when the chance is there. And also, I’ll be stealing this kid pretty much all the time.