STOPPPP IT.

Yesterday I spent most of the day at the DMV in brooklyn. Yeah, it was definitely an experience. Not one I would care to relive ever again. That place is the pits. It was my second time going there in 2 days and I wasnt going to risk having to go back. Why you ask? I needed to change my license over to a NY state one. It seems that in order to do this, you must have.. drumroll please.... 1. Actual birth certificate. 2. Social security card. 3. Passport. Now if you ask me, its a bit hysterical considering that you just need a fake license to blow up a plane but to switch over a state license that is valid, you need a complete write up of your lineage. It made me wonder, what does one do if they are like 60 and they need to do this? I mean, to have your birth certificate from that long ago along with your original social security card too?? Sheesh. Anyway, in getting all of my documentation together I discovered that for over 20 years, my mom had me thinking that my birth weight was 9 lbs 3 oz. It turns out I was 9.2. I was livid. How could she make such an error? I have been living a lie all of this time. Upon confronting her with this info, she was like, no way. You were 9.3, for sure. Whatever, I was a blimp.
Anywhoo, this girl standing in front of me had none of the required credentials but she was hell bent on getting her license. I had the conversation with her in my head but declined giving her my input. I was too freaked out by her constant swaying back and forth. This was completely freaking me out. Im waiting on this line for a good hour and this girl is swaying nonstop. I tried to just back up a bit so as not to be right on top of her but the dude behind me had halitosis to another level. I suddenly found myself entrapped by the 2 things that haunt me most. Fidgetting AND foul odors. I thought to myself why? What did I do to deserve this fate? Clearly there had to be a deeper meaning for this ordeal. And then it came to me. Gd was trying to test me to see if id really follow through with this process, because he knew that under such circumstances, id normally jet the hell out of there. This was an endurance test and I wasnt going to fail. I took some deep breaths in my hand and fought back the urge to grab her shoulders to hold her still and scream STOPPPPPP, PLEASE!!!! In turn I started to just hum the song GANGSTAS PARADISE to myself and she was eventually thrown off the line for not having proper documentation. I finally reached the front, took a crappy pic and had to wait on the other line to pay and claim my license. Another hour. Twas torture.com but I am stronger from the whole experience and glad its over with.

Are You There Gd? Its Me, Margaret.

Im writing this blog thing and supposedly people read it, from what theyve told me so, why doesnt anyone ever leave me any love? I dont care who you are.. just say something, its so cold and empty here. Whatevs- read it, dont read it, say hi, dont say hi, its fine.
Anyway... In other news, Khiels lip balm is pretty much the shit. If you dont own it, youre missing out. I officially cannot live without that white tube. Its especially amazing when its a little melted making it all the more smooth. So one might want to consider buying a tube when they have an extra 6 dollars in their pocket begging to be spent. Theres spf in it too. PS. Carmex is so 90's.
Whoever reads my notes would especially be proud of me upon hearing this tidbit of news. I sat by MYSELF at the Feist concert the other night. I hadnt planned on doing it but I did. Had some issues meeting my friend there and the concert had already started, so some random person happened to have an extra ticket and gave it to me. Yes, this was a seated concert, so I get like 6 extra brave girl points. Not gonna lie, was a little awkward sitting alone while everyone there was cuddling around me, But its done, I have officially attended a concert semi alone. After this one, the movies will be nothing. I opted not to buy a tee shirt because thats where the friend comes in handy, with the .. "which one do you like? you think small or medium? black or red.." Buying a tee alone would be a bit too much out of my comfort zone. Then EVERYONE would know that I was alone. I might as well make a tee that says, IM WITH MYSELF. PS- The show was ridiculously good. Goosebumps like whoa.
Oh, and the song im listening to right now is DID I TELL YOU by THE SPINTO BAND. Its not new or anything. I really like these guys, too bad they always play in hoboken on like, yom kippur. Oh well, give it a spin if you want. Its upbeat and bop worthy while seated, eyes glazed over at your computer screen. Im actually bopping to it now, for all of those who needed a visual. PS.. listen to all their songs.. MOUNTAINS, BROWN BOXES and a bunch of others. NICE & NICELY is the album

Plain & Simple

I love the song HEY THERE DELILAH by PLAIN WHITE T'S. To keep is short and simple, I think that the song is probably the sweetest song a boy can write for a girl. Recently when I was away with my sister, I had this song playing on repeat non-stop. It switched off between that and hat BRIGHT EYES song I wrote about the other day. Danielle told me that she heard it on the radio the other day and my heart fell for a second. I loved that it was kind of a secret to the mass population. It was kind of like my baby in a sense. Emily and I have loved this song for a good year and a half and we used to squeal whenever we talked about it. Z100 is loving it now too. I'm really happy for TPWT's. I hope this Delilah is a real girl and worships the ground he walks on. Although, theres this one line that he sings that irks me a bit.. it goes like this... HEY THERE DELILAH YOU BE GOOD AND DONT YOU WORRY, 2 MORE YEARS AND YOULL BE DONE WITH SCHOOL, AND ILL BE MAKING HISTORY LIKE I DO.. Sounds a bit cocky but then he redeems himself with the rest of the yummy lyrics. I dont want to spoil it for anyone who hasnt listened to the song yet, which, chances are, if you know me, I pretty much have shoved this song down your throat and made you tell me how cute it was. So, yeah, I want someone to write me a song. Keep in mind the song should be a nice one, not an "I curse the day we ever met" song. K, thanks.

Sofa song

Ugh, I absolutely love this song. I love the Kooks, though they have been one of my faves for a while now. They are just one of those bands that alway put me in a good mood when listening to them. They are so upbeat and their sound is just uplifting. With so many bands coming out of the UK sounding so much like one another, these guys are quite refreshing. They have a bit of a retro sound to their music which always gets me. Suprisingly I like all of the songs on the INSIDE IN/INSIDE OUT album. Usually with brit bands I tend to like one or 2 songs possibly even 3 max. This is what what makes THE KOOKS stand out. My personal faves are SOFA SONG, OOH LA and NAIVE. TOO MUCH OF NOTHING is another great track. I like their lyrics, always witty and different. Theyre able to sing about angst and still manage to sound amazing without any hint of cheese. The lead singer gets all riled up and his voice gets all hoarse and cute. Ugh, love it! And dare I say, Sofa Song is a great song to put makeup on to. Mascara especially- Sorry, but its true. Ok, I promise to refrain from mood songs for at least a day.

Are you the one?

I love The Presets. They are an amazing male duo out of Australia. Their sound is so chamelon like. On certain tracks they sound so raw and edgy and on others they give off a really soothing vibe. The minute I hear ARE YOU THE ONE (raw n edgy) I am literally ready to stop whatever it is im doing, just to roll out my killer dance moves and scream along to the words. Yes, Im a dork. I also like to make this really angry face while Im trying to imitate their voices and sing along to the song. Whoa, too much info! Listen to the song, youll know exactly what I mean, promise. I also love their song called GIRL AND THE SEA (soothing), I dont make that said face when listening to this song. Its actually a great song to drive to as well as get dressed to. I highly recommend the Presets. With that being said, Eleanor, turned me on to this show called NEW YORK NOISE. Its quite funny. They cover the indie music scene and what not. Check out this clip of The Presets being interviewed by my future husband. PS- hes referring to me when he sings his little jam, but dont tell anyone.

The brakeman comes my way.

So anyone who knows me knows that I am infatuated with Bright Eyes, ahem, Conor Oberst. I think the man is a genius and is one talented boy. With that being said, I cannot stop playing the song IF THE BRAKEMAN COMES MY WAY on repeat. Its off of the latest Cassadanga album, which I must admit, took a bit of time to get used to. After seeing him for the 4th time last week, I am smitten by this song. Theres just something about the way he is with words that makes me feel so inspired to just open up a thesaurus and write someone a little poem or something. Eh, whatever.
I really like his music. His show at Town Hall was great but it was the projector screen behind him that really put the cherry on the cake. It was so colorful and vibrant. He used little things you'd buy at a craft store, like glittery pom poms and little rubber cut out shapes and had someone just move them around along to the beat of the music. Hard to explain, but so different. His performances are always great but I think I liked seeing him at a stand up venue a little bit more than a seated one. There was one girl who was really weird sitting next to us. She was barefoot and rocking out. You cannot rock out to Bright Eyes, I dont care what youre on. Its like rocking out to a Deathcab for Cutie concert. Now, that one was a horse of another color. Man, those boys are so boring to see live. Im yawning just thinking about it. So yeah, check out this song and SOULSINGER IN A MARCHING BAND as well as EVERYTHING MUST BELONG SOMEWHERE which is a bit of an older one of my favorites that made it onto this album as well.

But why?

I just figured i'd start a lil blogger thing because I am constantly feeling the need to store the random, twisted and opinionated thoughts that run through my head- daily, on paper. So here it is. Im too fat to be a hipster is now revamped and up and alive again. I hope anyone who actually reads this thing enjoys it . I would like to say that it will be completely dedicated to my views on music and stuff, but knowing me, I will cover anything that I feel like "talking" about. Enjoy, treasured readers and haters.