Clareified

Hmm…

Dawn Summers — Fri, 25 Jul 2008 03:48:42 +0000

Bashing my head in while watching CNN’s ‘Black in America’ is fun

Dawn Summers — Fri, 25 Jul 2008 02:39:55 +0000

Maybe Cory had trouble finding a job because when asked to rank, on a scale of one to ten, how important finding a job was, he answered thirteen or fourteen.

Is it wrong that I am spending ninety percent of the time watching this and yelling “where is that child’s mother?’ at my TV?

Marry your baby daddy day? WHAT. THE. MOTHERFUCK?

18 year old with a three year old getting tested for HIV because she continues to have unprotected sex with a man she “doesn’t trust”? Cereal?

“We have found a myriad of ways to enable these women to raise babies by themselves and that is a problem.” - “Expert”
Yes, that’s the problem.

Spike Lee has trouble getting financing? Well, maybe he should make movies that suck less.

Joseph Phillips is so angry…what’s up with that? Did somebody blow through their Cosby Show mobneys?

Sorry Soledad, but if you have to add the words “is a famous rap artist” then he ain’t a famous rap artist. 607? Who on earth is 607?

Hold up

Dawn Summers — Fri, 25 Jul 2008 02:35:25 +0000

My people have our own cigarette flavour?

A rift has opened in the 43-member caucus over a menthol provision in legislation that would enable the Food and Drug Administration to regulate tobacco. To reduce smoking’s appeal to teenagers, the legislation would outlaw flavored cigarettes — except for menthol cigarettes, which are specifically exempted.

With menthol brands making up about 28 percent of the $70 billion American cigarette market, the exemption was seen as a necessary compromise to win broad backing for the legislation.

Bedtime stories for playmate bunnies?

Dawn Summers — Fri, 25 Jul 2008 01:32:33 +0000

Is it wrong that while watching Last Comic Standing I expect…um…I don’t know…stand up comedy?

Oh, and while we’re on the subject of TV: The Cleaner with Ben Bratt blows. So does Burn Notice. All Battlestar feature players, please return to the Galatica.

Gossip Girl, on the other hand, is the shizznit.

First place team says what?

Dawn Summers — Thu, 24 Jul 2008 19:56:34 +0000

Yeah, yeah, suck it, Ari.

Oh, you wacky Kiwis

Dawn Summers — Thu, 24 Jul 2008 17:58:19 +0000

Don’t you realize dumb baby names are only for the famous?

New Zealand children have been given names such as Number 16 Bus Shelter, Violence and Benson and Hedges(twins).

But other names, including Fish and Chips, Yeah Detroit, Stallion, Twisty Poi, Keenan Got Lucy and Sex Fruit, have been blocked by registration officials.

The revelations came during written findings by Family Court Judge Murfitt, who ordered a girl be put in court guardianship so her name - Talula Does The Hula From Hawaii - could be changed.

The girl’s lawyer told the judge she was so embarrassed by her name she refused to reveal it to friends.

via Michael

Is this thing on?

Dawn Summers — Thu, 24 Jul 2008 14:31:54 +0000

Casca’s comment below seems to indicate the commenting issue is fixed…for all you lurkers here is your chance to give something back to the blog that has given you…um…not that much. So much thanks to Yaron for taking my four a.m. plea email and working his magic. I’m still not able to blog from mozilla, but he says that may be a space issue. Small steps. Why I am up at this unholy hour when I was also up at 4 a.m. is a question for another day. Hopefully one where I had more sleep.

Anyway, comment away, how about we do a yes/no on did Edwards really father a baby with another woman? I say nay because believe you me, I so would have been his baby mama and yet, he didn’t even so much as reply to any of my emails or myraid drooling posts.

Sad

Dawn Summers — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 17:21:40 +0000

That summer completely reshaped how I deal with people. I am always watching, listening, observing. I never volunteer information and have mastered the question that sounds like an answer. I never again want to be in the position of being where I am not wanted, with people who don’t want me around.
So it is that I don’t make friends easily. And I have no delusions that any relationship is permanent.
People come and they go and all you can hope for is that you notice when they’ve left.

Unfortunately, I didn’t quite internalize that lesson as well as I thought I had…somehow I still managed to convince myself that some relationships were permanent. Mah Bad. (This stupid project is undoing a lot of the ‘healing’ I’ve done in the past two months and is starting to feel very much like emotional cutting. Grrr arrrgghh.) I am so Ghez.

HAHAHAAHA I haven’t changed a bit:

I’ve got like four moods: confused, bitter, angry and whimsical.

Usually in that order.

Technical savvy difficulties

Dawn Summers — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 16:17:07 +0000

Okay, as should be quite obvious here, I am merely the talent on this blog. I have no idea how to do anything but click the ‘write’ link and then hit the ‘publish’ key –every now and then, i can mix it up by hitting the link or block quote buttons. However, God has blessed me with charm and sucking up abilities which should induce those with the technical know-how to fix the blog in the next seven or so days. So, please bear with me until then. I’m not going to do anything crazy like promise it’ll be worth the wait, but I will guarantee you, it’ll be free. You know you love me, XOXOXO

Heh

Dawn Summers — Tue, 22 Jul 2008 22:33:00 +0000

I’ve been pouring through my archives trying to come up with 15-20 essays that have a theme or tells some kind of story or that are interesting or at the very least will not have my class laughing its collective ass off at me. Anyway, I came across this chestnut of wisdom and it made me laugh.

And this chestnut made me not laugh.

R.I.P

Dawn Summers — Tue, 22 Jul 2008 18:44:52 +0000

Estelle Getty dies

Not so random thought

Dawn Summers — Tue, 22 Jul 2008 16:32:27 +0000

I miss you guys out in commenter land. Clear your caches and try commenting again!

But the important thing is…she brought home gold medals

Dawn Summers — Tue, 22 Jul 2008 16:31:20 +0000

With her cheating and lying, Marion Jones did everything she could to violate the principles of track and field and Olympic competition. When she came under scrutiny for doping, she taunted any who doubted her purity, talent and work ethic. Just as she had succeeded in duping us with her performances, she duped many people into giving her the benefit of the doubt.

She pointed her finger at us, and got away with it until federal investigators teamed up with USADA and finally did her in.

And as we stand on the precipice of the ‘08 Olympics, it’s important that our athletes remember that is the most important thing.

Track and Field Cheif asks Bush to deny Marion Jones’ petition for pardon.

Though, why she didn’t wait till Obama took office to file this petition…

Taking till Death do us part just wee bit seriously

Dawn Summers — Tue, 22 Jul 2008 03:30:07 +0000

Husband kidnaps, rapes and stabs his wife after she says she’s leaving.

My city

Dawn Summers — Tue, 22 Jul 2008 00:18:36 +0000

New York is inconvenient. It makes you work a little harder. It forces you to interact—with taxi drivers, street musicians, people riding the subway, people talking on cell phones, people talking to themselves. With life. I love it. Unconditionally.

Boys of Summer

Dawn Summers — Sat, 19 Jul 2008 22:02:54 +0000

Congrats to Clareified regulars Drobbski and Ugarles on the birth of their sons. And don’t worry about summer birthdays, boys, Aunt Dawn will teach you the ways of the Birthday Season.

Oh well

Dawn Summers — Sat, 19 Jul 2008 06:25:24 +0000

I’ve just been hired as a lawyer again. I think. I mean, I’m pretty sure. That I might be based in Queens is just a source of pure shame. Again, I think. People these are weird times in Summersville. Weird motherfucking times.

And yes, I can say all this because my blog is still fucked.

Who walks around unsure about whether they were hired? ME THAT’S WHO!!! And just so we’re clear I shouldn’t send my boss (????) a link to this post and ask him to comment, right? And not just because my comment section is down…right? Right?

HOW IS THIS MY LIFE????

I’m like the living, breathing epitome of the drama masks

Dawn Summers — Sat, 19 Jul 2008 06:16:07 +0000

Makes me smile

Makes me cry

Song of the time until my blog gets fixed

Dawn Summers — Fri, 18 Jul 2008 01:19:24 +0000

By the way, I’ve gotten a new ipod and ditched all my old music…starting over as it were. So far I’ve got a bunch of Dandy Warhols from Dawn 2 and Alceste for my birthday, the Pretenders, The Donnas and Miley Cyrus because well, I’m still me. Any other suggestions for my new, improved ipod…which also doesn’t have a name yet…It’s sleek and black and plays video, as well as music. Leave your suggestions in the comment section if and when it starts working again. Enjoy the weekend.

Somebody tell Jamie to stop depressing me

Dawn Summers — Thu, 17 Jul 2008 18:16:50 +0000

I’ve got enough problems.

He’s Jewish, so he can say that

Dawn Summers — Thu, 17 Jul 2008 18:08:46 +0000

Israel is stupid

Ack

Dawn Summers — Thu, 17 Jul 2008 17:16:08 +0000

My blog has been acting weird for the last couple of days. But not weird enough for it to go down completely or in any way that seems discernable to anyone but me. Although casca and Ari’s comments about my comments section being down suggests that it’s not just in my head…although, the fact that they were able to leave those comments suggests that it might be in my head. I dunno. I did one of the wordpress help forum’s and they suggested that it might just be that I have to clear the cache on my computer. But I am loathe to erase all that stuff since there will then be websites that I’ll never be able to get back into again because I won’t remember the name or passwords that I used to get in.
All of this is to say, I’m back in school. It turns out that I suck at writing. Everyone in my class is better than I am. I am a loser who has done nothing with her life and never will. Going to kill myself now.

Weeds

Dawn Summers — Wed, 16 Jul 2008 04:12:15 +0000

Sucks so bad this season.

Is there anyone out there?

Dawn Summers — Tue, 15 Jul 2008 17:18:12 +0000

That still gives a crap about the truth or plans to see the X-Files movie?

CHRIS CARTER, the creator of “The X-Files,” has a message for anyone who, some time during the show’s nine-season run, threw up his hands trying to figure out exactly what was going on with the extraterrestrial abductions, the black-oil aliens, the metal sinus implants, the Syndicate, the Cigarette Smoking Man, Mulder’s sister, Scully’s baby, Mulder’s father, Scully’s cancer, the colonists, the Lone Gunmen, Deep Throat and all the rest of the show’s staggeringly complex and often murky mythology:

I only ask because I’m looking for company.

Quote of the Day

Dawn Summers — Tue, 15 Jul 2008 06:20:53 +0000

Good judgment comes from experience. Experience comes from bad judgment.

When Tomorrow Comes

Dawn Summers — Tue, 15 Jul 2008 04:55:30 +0000

In honor of Bastille Day, Jamie was playing the Les Miserables soundtrack in the background of a poker tournament at his house. I love Les Miserables. I’ve seen the show upwards of twenty times on two continents, with everyone I could ever convince to go with me, having been dragged to the show. I haven’t heard the whole score in a while, but I still know all the words (and to the chagrin of all the players at the game) sung along with the entire soundtrack. Yes, even the duets. I can do them all on my own.
But to be fair, I’ve had years of practice.
I choke back the bile as I write this, but it was 18 years ago that my lab partner and best friend introduced me to Les Miz. We were doing our Chem lab — well, I was doing it, he was “rebelling against the man” somewhere in a corner. He walked over to me, stuck one of the buds of his headphones in my ear and said “listen to this.” I listened. I pulled out the bud and said “what the hell is that French crap?” Now, I know this is exactly what I said because when I fell in love with the musical and we’d listen to it nonstop everyday for years, he would always say in a voice supposedly mimicking mine “oh, you want to hear it again? I thought it was just French crap!” Of course, it was neither French, nor crap.
It was the voice of people who would not be slaves again. It was was magic and it was Matt.
Does everyone have that friend that nobody else in the world thinks they should be friends with? Just bad news in every way possible, but for some reason the two of you are inseparable? That was me and Matt. Matt was both unpopular and a troublemaker. He would adhere to our school’s dress code, but only in the most unconventional ways. His blazer was always on backwards, his tie hung just a few inches shy off the ground, (else it was tied around his head) oh, and he wore flip flops. Why? Because the rule book didn’t say he couldn’t.
Matt was also a genuis.
I didn’t mind doing all the chem labs, because he wrote all the reports, finished all my homework and tutored me for every test and we’d both walk away with A’s. I was the worker, he was the brain. And yeah, he’d call me Pinky and we’d plot on how to take over the world.
We got through Physics and Debate matches the same way. I prepared our well crafted openings, he delivered the devastating rebuttals and closings.
We were also in all the same plays and did Model U.N. together.
Matt was the first “suicidal” teen I ever met. And honestly, there was never a day that I’d leave him at the bus stop that I didn’t worry I’d never see him again. He also had a wicked temper.
Matt and I were literally day and night — okay, I mean racially day and night. But we were best friends, despite the best efforts of all of my teachers. Whereas, I was smiley happy Dawn most of the time, he was angry grumpy bearded Arab guy all the time.
“Dawn, Matt is a troubled kid,” my teachers would say “you should make friends in your own grade.” Oh yeah, Matt was also an upperclassman.
Matt would convince me to cut class because “who needs it, man. You know all that stuff already. You’re almost as smart as I am.” I have always been a sucker for a boy who tells me I’m smart. We’d leave campus to go to the comic book store or the pizzeria.
We would sit for hours on the grass listening to the cassettes (on his walkman!) that his friend had recorded for him of the Les Miz Symphonic version. It was like three and a half hours long, but who noticed. We sat back to back, each of us with an ear bud and sang and sang. I had never seen the show live, so Matt would act out the scenes and tell me “okay, in the show, Thernadier’s head pops up out of a manhole!” Or “Here, Javert starts marching in time with the students and that’s how he goes undercover. It’s so kewl”
Matt also spelled words the way he felt they should spelled, not the way the Man told him to spell them.
And then one day, he said “I have an idea!”
“Okay!”
Instead of our usual haunts, we hit the subway and took the R train to Times Square.
“We’re going to see Les Miserable in person, Dawnie.” Yeah, Matt didn’t care that I didn’t like to be called Dawnie. In fact, that made him call me that even more.
“But I don’t have any money, Matt.”
“Don’t worry. They have plenty of seats…we just have to wait.”
We hung around the theater and waited till people came out to smoke their cigarettes or stretch their legs and then as they started to trickle inside, he grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. We ran up the the stairs to the balcony and took seats way in the back.
We couldn’t see squat… but we knew the score by heart and Matt whispered the action to me. “Remember how I told you about the barricades? That’s it!”
I can still remember leaning into the stage, squinting… listening…mouthing the words…bursting into tears when Val jean dies and jumping up to give a standing ovation when it was all done. It was the Wednesday matinee show, so it was still light out when we exited the theater. I remember thinking I couldn’t possibly be any happier in my whole life. This was the best day ever. Actually, I think I wrote that in my Hello Kitty diary with the little key. “Dear Cindy, I just had the best day ever!” What? Doesn’t everyone name their diaries?
Eventually, Matt would tell me he loved me and I would stammer an awkward “um…yeah, me too. But you know… you.” You think I’m kidding. I’m not.
But we were already drifting apart, I had found overachieving friends in my own grade and they all thought Matt was a loser. And while I liked Matt’s rebellious ways, my mother would kick my ass if I “come on Dawn, let’s both not take the SATs and just see what happens,” which was among the last of his genius plans before he graduated.
And then, one day we had a huge fight which ended with him grabbing me by the throat and me cutting his hand with an exacto knife from art class until he let go. I seethed something about him not having to worry about killing himself if he ever touched me again because it would be the last thing he ever did.
He called me a cunt and we never spoke again.
A few years later I received a package at college with no return address. Inside were both his Les Miz tapes. There was no note. It was the first time I had heard the music since my junior year of high school.
When I got my first real job in New York, the first thing I did was buy orchestra seats to Les Miz for me and my mom.
Five years ago I bought myself the Symphonic CDs and three years ago I uploaded them to my ipod. Les Mis is such a part of me now, that I hardly ever associate it with Matt anymore. In fact, tonight was the first time I’ve reconnected him to my love of that show in some time.
But I still have those tapes in my car. My love of Les Miz is his.
And now I think it’s time for me to start playing Scrabble again. You know you missed my other blog.

Conversation of the Day

Dawn Summers — Tue, 15 Jul 2008 03:40:47 +0000

Jamie: It’s really hard to get a gun permit.
Me: Well, I have lots of enemies, I’m sure I can make a case.
Jamie: That’s true. If they know you well, you’ll get a permit…but if they know you well they also won’t let you have a gun.

Driving to Brooklyn with Dawn and KJ

Dawn Summers — Tue, 15 Jul 2008 03:38:05 +0000

KJ: How’s your job search going?
Me: Um…how’s your MCAT studying going?
KJ: Okay then.

KJ: So why didn’t you call me when you went to your gun class?
Me: I didn’t know you wanted to learn.
KJ: Yeah, I guess we’re supposed to be Democrats…hmm…
Me: What? We need to protect ourselves against the Republicans and they have guns!

Kimmel and Silverman end romance

Dawn Summers — Mon, 14 Jul 2008 21:59:40 +0000

Well it’s no wonder what with her fucking Matt Damon.

Reciprocal Linking

Dawn Summers — Mon, 14 Jul 2008 19:12:32 +0000

If there’s anyone out there who has a blog and links to Clareified and would like to get some link love back, send me an email or comment to this post. Actually, just comment to this post.