<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116</id><updated>2011-11-24T20:23:54.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>melo land</title><subtitle type='html'>narcissistic ramblings</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>346</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-111018732688915117</id><published>2005-03-07T04:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T04:25:11.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i may have sort of gotten accepted into the UCF film school after my first attempt.. kinda makes me happy.  22 out of 200 or something.  here's the script whose sample got me there again for alan. let me know if you can't get in and i'll try to fix it. i expect a report back on that music v.soon btw. also, i'm not deleting this blog because i won't know how to save all the shit i've put on it,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/111018732688915117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=111018732688915117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/111018732688915117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/111018732688915117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2005/03/so-i-may-have-sort-of-gotten-accepted.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-110896622320063764</id><published>2005-02-21T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T01:10:23.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hunter S. Thompson Commits Suicide at 67.what's going on... god</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/110896622320063764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=110896622320063764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/110896622320063764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/110896622320063764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2005/02/hunter-s.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-110867726845564477</id><published>2005-02-17T16:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T17:01:42.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>omg first qaf ensemble vid i've ever found.. and it has changed my life.. i know this isn't where i post these things but OMG OMG OMG can someone help me i am still slightly high from last night (seriously, wtf) and i think it's bringing out all of my truths, quite fascinating, and anyway this vid is so wondrous i must share it with the world. well, jessica and jenn anyway. it is to a *gulp*.. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/110867726845564477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=110867726845564477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/110867726845564477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/110867726845564477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2005/02/omg-first-qaf-ensemble-vid-ive-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-110845063130608513</id><published>2005-02-15T01:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T01:57:11.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just wanted to post something while i was experiencing this.. this is crazy.  i forgot how much i reacte to this.  unfortunately there are the sounds of a dog behind me and my tongue is slightly numb and i keep going in and out of reality and fantasyland, i can't complete a thought very quickly.  this has taken like 4 minutes to write.  shit i may start laughing.  my body keeps getting numb and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/110845063130608513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=110845063130608513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/110845063130608513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/110845063130608513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-just-wanted-to-post-something-while.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-110737577075730490</id><published>2005-02-02T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T15:22:50.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>god, morrissey's new album, You Are the Quarry, is so good.  who makes better music at the end of their career?  this is crazy.  you must go now and listen to the two songs i'm addicted to from it: You Know I Couldn't Last and Come Back to Camden, and read the lyrics for the latter while you listen to it, sooo pretty..There is something I wanted to tell you it’s so funny you’ll kill yourself </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/110737577075730490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=110737577075730490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/110737577075730490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/110737577075730490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2005/02/god-morrisseys-new-album-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-110693845480457245</id><published>2005-01-28T13:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T23:25:25.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My love,Wherever you are,Whatever you are,Don't lose faith.I know it's gonna happen somedayTo you.Please wait . . .Please wait . . .Wait . . .Don't lose faith.You say that the dayJust never arrivesAnd it's never seemed so far away.Still I know it's gonna happen somedayTo you.Please wait . . .Don't lose faithohhh my i love morrissey now. he is like crack cocaine or something. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/110693845480457245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=110693845480457245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/110693845480457245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/110693845480457245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-love-wherever-you-are-whatever-you.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-110576458360629489</id><published>2005-01-14T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T23:49:43.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>alright, i'm going to sit in a chair and you're all going to line up and bop me on the head with some blunt object until i become LESS FUCKED UP.  hello life drama, welcome back.  how was your trip?  FUCK OFF, YOU BASTARD.  *collapses*  (a thousand good wishes to the genuinely nice boy who never was.)  i need a cigarette.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/110576458360629489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=110576458360629489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/110576458360629489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/110576458360629489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2005/01/alright-im-going-to-sit-in-chair-and.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-110525916190892220</id><published>2005-01-09T03:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T03:42:48.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok let's talk 2004 movies cuz francis reminded me i do that too..best movies of 2004:The DreamersSpartanEternal Sunshine of the Spotless MindKill Bill Vol.2Mean GirlsNed KellyHarry Potter and the Prisoner of AzkabanConnie and CarlaFahrenheit 9/11Before SunsetHeroShaun of the DeadI Heart HuckabeesBirthFinding NeverlandSidewaysFavorite: Eternal Sunshine and Finding Neverland </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/110525916190892220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=110525916190892220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/110525916190892220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/110525916190892220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2005/01/ok-lets-talk-2004-movies-cuz-francis.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-110479388820087861</id><published>2005-01-03T18:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T18:11:28.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fabulous.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/110479388820087861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=110479388820087861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/110479388820087861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/110479388820087861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2005/01/fabulous.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-110422382326084532</id><published>2004-12-28T03:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T03:50:23.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rufus wainwright's new cd, Want Two, the second part to his superfantastic Want One, is now out and FABULOUS and comes with an hour and a half long dvd of one of his concerts and i just got it at best buy for only $14.99!!!!  a cd and a dvd!  so that's glorious.  rufus is glorious.  tho he makes the ugliest faces i've ever seen when he's singing, it's kind of funny if it weren't such a contrast </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/110422382326084532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=110422382326084532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/110422382326084532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/110422382326084532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/12/rufus-wainwrights-new-cd-want-two.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-110402162920189704</id><published>2004-12-25T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T19:40:29.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>::eats pumpkin pie:: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/110402162920189704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=110402162920189704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/110402162920189704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/110402162920189704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/12/eats-pumpkin-pie.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-110352265490860802</id><published>2004-12-20T01:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T01:46:59.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>second post in a whole month?  who am i - alan?!  what have i been up to.. well... i skipped away with two Bs and two As this semester.. i just put my two weeks' notice in with blockbuster because my store manager is a FUCKASS and they can't pay me enough to work with that guy seriously, so my last day is the day after christmas.. i just got back from the lovliest little new england trip with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/110352265490860802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=110352265490860802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/110352265490860802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/110352265490860802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/12/second-post-in-whole-month-who-am-i.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-110187770065371778</id><published>2004-12-01T01:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T00:08:20.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>alright the oprah show i was on will air this thursday.. 4pm eastern on abc.. the oprah after the show thing is on, according to tv guide, at 7 and 7:30pm on oxygen.. dunno which one is mine, but she's in pajamas, so.. woohoo melo's gonna be on tv.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/110187770065371778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=110187770065371778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/110187770065371778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/110187770065371778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/12/alright-oprah-show-i-was-on-will-air.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-110127996552787583</id><published>2004-11-24T01:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T02:06:05.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>alright, allow me just to sing frantically for a moment..Chicago!  Chicago!  The wonderful town!Chicago!  Chicago!  I'll show you around!Bet your bottom dollar you'll lose your blues!Chicago!  It's a wonderful town!Or something like that.  i found that song in the great movie Little Voice (feat.Ewan) and i still have no idea what show it's from or movie or whathaveyou.. but it's fabulous </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/110127996552787583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=110127996552787583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/110127996552787583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/110127996552787583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/11/alright-allow-me-just-to-sing.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-110074411044749037</id><published>2004-11-17T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T21:15:10.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>part deux of the script is now up on that link below.. most likely the final part, i have almost completely lost interest in it already.  snore.  oh well, it made the classmates laugh, work done.  enjoy and comment.. i care what you think even tho i shouldn't.  btw, keane?  yea, really good.  really really good.  that single really fucking good.  man.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/110074411044749037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=110074411044749037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/110074411044749037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/110074411044749037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/11/part-deux-of-script-is-now-up-on-that.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-110014991905639414</id><published>2004-11-11T01:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T00:11:59.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>alright well if anyone wants to read the first half of the first 40 pages of my script i've posted it on http://www.msnusers.com/melosthings/.  plus a bunch of pretty eye candy for jenn if she ever wants it.  i don't know if just anyone can register and access this stuff, so let me know if you have problems.  the second part is due next wednesday so hopefully i'll get it up within the next few </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/110014991905639414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=110014991905639414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/110014991905639414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/110014991905639414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/11/alright-well-if-anyone-wants-to-read.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-110011688293667647</id><published>2004-11-10T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T15:01:22.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am fucking in love with interpol.  there are very few bands i crave to see live in this world, and right now it's interpol, the yeah yeah yeahs, and modest mouse.  let me get into the strange complexity/simplicity that is interpol lyrics.. they go back and forth between the two and it's weird and interesting and slightly funny.  let me give examples:from "say hello to the angels":this is a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/110011688293667647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=110011688293667647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/110011688293667647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/110011688293667647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-am-fucking-in-love-with-interpol.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-109979786756130659</id><published>2004-11-06T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T22:52:33.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>alright. i've thrown off the depression and now feel almost completely joyous and carefree as i listen to "all these things i've done" by the killers who actually ended up being quite the fantastic band i can't help that and a steady mixture of good music, gay sex, dancing, and constant denial that gays don't have the same rights as everyone else in the land o the free and we're in a war based </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/109979786756130659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=109979786756130659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109979786756130659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109979786756130659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/11/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-109949708719832571</id><published>2004-11-03T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T11:01:35.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>defeat.  pretty much.  of course it's so slow and unsure of itself i still can't fully mourn.  i haven't said a word to anyone in like 12 hours.  i'd really like to say something like "fuck florida.  we're moving."  "i'm leaving for canada in the morning."  but it doesn't feel like that.  because i really thought we could win this one because i am young and naive and still feel like good wins out</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/109949708719832571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=109949708719832571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109949708719832571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109949708719832571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/11/defeat.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-109935886550511733</id><published>2004-11-01T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T20:27:45.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i know.. i should be posting something here by now.. i have been preoccupied by, well, gay sex as per usual, but also my new band obsession interpol and halloween costumes of late. i was a nun, i had a ruler, it was fun. then i had two jello shots which bookended two strong cocktails and i threw up three times, for fuck's sake. how can alcohol make you feel so lovely most of the time and then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/109935886550511733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=109935886550511733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109935886550511733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109935886550511733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-know_01.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-109790212618544347</id><published>2004-10-16T01:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T00:50:45.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>here's why bob dylan is so amazing.Come mothers and fathersThroughout the landAnd don't criticizeWhat you can't understandYour sons and your daughtersAre beyond your commandYour old road isRapidly agin'.Please get out of the new oneIf you can't lend your handFor the times they are a-changin'. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/109790212618544347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=109790212618544347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109790212618544347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109790212618544347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/10/heres-why-bob-dylan-is-so-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-109773410572918865</id><published>2004-10-14T02:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T02:08:25.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a final link for jenn... http://www.livejournal.com/~melojyellow/ </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/109773410572918865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=109773410572918865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109773410572918865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109773410572918865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/10/final-link-for-jenn.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-109769207675485182</id><published>2004-10-13T14:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T14:27:56.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>alright i'm getting into bob dylan now.  my lovely friend jessica from class has made me a cd of mostly old stuff and i've only gotten thru 6 songs but they're all fantastic, they all feel like a wes anderson movie.  "times they are a-changin" gives me chills.  and of course "like a rolling stone", "hey mr. tamberine man" and "it's not me, babe".. soo good.  his voice doesn't sound nearly so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/109769207675485182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=109769207675485182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109769207675485182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109769207675485182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/10/alright-im-getting-into-bob-dylan-now.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-109738976731259201</id><published>2004-10-10T01:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T15:42:15.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the greatest actors around today seem to be gary oldman, patricia clarkson, samantha morton, and jeffrey wright. they dazzle me. i just rewatched Basquiat, a high school benicio favorite with both gary and jeffrey, but jeffrey plays jean michel basquiat and he's phenomenal, as he is in angels in america where he plays three different roles.. i have enormous respect for him. i feel like he's an "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/109738976731259201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=109738976731259201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109738976731259201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109738976731259201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/10/greatest-actors-around-today-seem-to.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-109693814746824516</id><published>2004-10-04T21:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T21:17:42.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok so just pushing enter posts these things now.. ok.. well i wasn't supposed to do two posts but here is an opportunity to make jenn laugh outloud with this lovely gale/jesus icon.. cracked me the fuck up. i wish i could read the smaller writing but i can't. ok. the debate. i was first caught offgaurd by how good bush was doing. i had too low expectations of him and when he slightly surpassed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/109693814746824516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=109693814746824516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109693814746824516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109693814746824516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/10/ok-so-just-pushing-enter-posts-these.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-109651350368299315</id><published>2004-09-29T23:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T23:05:03.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>saw shaun of the dead today, hilarious, great.  saw trailer for the life aquatic - awesomeness!  saw trailers for saw and white noise - too scary for melo to see!  presidential debate tomorrow night - AH!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/109651350368299315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=109651350368299315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109651350368299315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109651350368299315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/09/saw-shaun-of-dead-today-hilarious.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-109634180345849112</id><published>2004-09-27T23:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T23:25:07.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>word. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/109634180345849112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=109634180345849112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109634180345849112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109634180345849112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/09/word.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-109618704348574604</id><published>2004-09-26T04:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T04:36:15.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well..um..i seem to have sold out and started a livejournal..but i'm not completely evil, i'm really more just incredibly pathetic, you see, i'm using it soully for queer as folk purposes at the moment, yeah, heh, like this lovely icon says, so i'm putting my thoughts on life here, and my thoughts on gay sex and related matters there, link to the left. you see, you can't read some people's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/109618704348574604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=109618704348574604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109618704348574604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109618704348574604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/09/well.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-109609299135587189</id><published>2004-09-25T02:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T02:16:31.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VICTORY </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/109609299135587189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=109609299135587189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109609299135587189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109609299135587189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/09/victory.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-109569846544227865</id><published>2004-09-20T13:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T12:46:44.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>notice how the west wing didn't win the emmy for the fifth year in a row.. could that be because tommy schlamme left and now it's turning to crap? yes it could. tsk tsk. oh but HURRAY for angels in america - how did i completely forget to talk about that here, it damn near changed my life, it was that good. frank you really need to go rent it now, it's out, available, two discs, and it is nothing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/109569846544227865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=109569846544227865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109569846544227865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109569846544227865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/09/notice-how-west-wing-didnt-win-emmy.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-109563706338891612</id><published>2004-09-19T19:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T19:37:43.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yep, Kerry's my president.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/109563706338891612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=109563706338891612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109563706338891612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109563706338891612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/09/yep-kerrys-my-president.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-109547377859814830</id><published>2004-09-17T22:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T22:20:15.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ha. i was just on the nambla site and i thought of this picture.. those nambla guys..um.. i dunno man. i don't think so though. justin is no boy, btw. and brian is no man for that matter. ahem. hey i had the lovliest time last night at independent bar, dancing the night away with matt, my new gay best friend, former parliament house partner and now full on indie rock partner. see he doesn't like</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/109547377859814830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=109547377859814830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109547377859814830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109547377859814830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/09/ha.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-109497475637629511</id><published>2004-09-12T03:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T03:39:16.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is almost completely just to jenn, why don't i email her you might ask? because i can't be bothered:alright, i'm saying goodbye to life altogether and just diving in the pool! of queer as folk fanfiction because it makes me grin so big my face hurts and my chest tightens with that "oh this is happiness but i can't share it with these family members around me because there's so much sucking</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/109497475637629511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=109497475637629511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109497475637629511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109497475637629511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/09/this-is-almost-completely-just-to-jenn.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-109442314892031424</id><published>2004-09-05T18:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T18:25:48.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>frances is such a wimp!  our power hasn't even gone off.  but oops, here comes ivan the terrible... the first russian czar in the early 16th century killed his son and heir in a fit of rage one night.... yowwzzha! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/109442314892031424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=109442314892031424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109442314892031424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109442314892031424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/09/frances-is-such-wimp-our-power-hasnt.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-109410995608635827</id><published>2004-09-02T03:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T03:25:56.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i know i'm supposed to be quitting but whenever i'm at work and he's not there and then all of a sudden he's there, he's popped in for something unexpectedly, there is elation like nothing else.  does anyone understand how much of a turn on eye contact is?  well we've got it.  sometimes i really think he knows.  we lock eyes when we say goodbye, smile a little, and then he's outside and i somehow</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/109410995608635827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=109410995608635827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109410995608635827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109410995608635827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-know-im-supposed-to-be-quitting-but.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-109383691495461059</id><published>2004-08-29T23:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T16:05:02.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MUSIC:Boy by Book of Love:boy (uh huh) (repeat)i wanna be where the boys arebut i'm not allowedi went to the side of the boys' bari want them to all come outi'm not a boyi'm not a boyit's not my faultthat i'm not a boyit's not my faulti don't have those toysi'm not a boyi'm not a boyboy (uh huh) (repeat)but now it's alrightwithout those boysi stay at home at nightand i play </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/109383691495461059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=109383691495461059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109383691495461059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109383691495461059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/08/music-boy-by-book-of-love-boy-uh-huh.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-109376964291555120</id><published>2004-08-29T04:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T04:54:02.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>time for a big maze of melody thought!  new marvelous snack creation: fugi apples with peanut butter (already a classic) AND raisens!  raisens punched into the peanut butter to make em stick.  it's this big fruity peanut buttery mouth explosion.  alright i'm mighty talky right now.. i just had this great late night talky conversation with my brother about a million topics and it's one of those </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/109376964291555120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=109376964291555120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109376964291555120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109376964291555120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/08/time-for-big-maze-of-melody-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-109338713716999327</id><published>2004-08-24T18:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T18:38:57.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>let's try this again.  i'm at the end of my first day at school and i've been freezing and slightly wet for the past, like, six hours.  never wearing sandals to school again.  i've been walking around with socks on underneath my sandals, and feeling stupidly self-conscious about that like someone will point it out to a friend like white after labor day which doesn't even really exist... how </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/109338713716999327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=109338713716999327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109338713716999327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109338713716999327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/08/lets-try-this-again.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-109320382249248487</id><published>2004-08-22T15:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T15:43:42.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>go here: http://www.apple.com/trailers/fox_searchlight/i_heart_huckabees/ and watch the trailor for i heart huckabees.. this movie looks hilarious.  it's gonna be fantastic. school starts in a couple days and i have to start remembering french and thinking creatively and speaking publicly and figuring out how to get everyone to and from work and school with one car AH!  it's crazy and i'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/109320382249248487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=109320382249248487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109320382249248487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109320382249248487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/08/go-here-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-109293817920643370</id><published>2004-08-19T13:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T14:09:18.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>good morning...afternoon.. i'm going to have to strain myself to keep this blog from turning into a romance novel.. but not yet. i'll report about other things in life some other time. i've had dreams about that boy for like four days in a row now.. this being the morning...afternoon after we closed together you'd think i'd be all swoony but it was a mixed night so i'm sort of..balanced over here</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/109293817920643370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=109293817920643370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109293817920643370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109293817920643370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/08/good-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-109272964474779817</id><published>2004-08-17T03:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T04:00:44.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>finally, my love, you've come back to me.. let me wrap my arms around you, dear internet, lights, sound, air conditioning, stove, television!  i am lost without you!  or at least some of those things.  i did so miss my background distraction noises, the ability to turn on music whenever i walked into the bathroom.  the ability to see a goddamn thing in the bathroom.  warm showers!  oh how i've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/109272964474779817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=109272964474779817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109272964474779817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109272964474779817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/08/finally-my-love-youve-come-back-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-109211195843573645</id><published>2004-08-09T23:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T00:25:58.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>kinda wish i'd had a camera, i'd be flipping thru pictures now. enormous thanks to will for throwing such a wonderful party, and for all of you who came, i really loved seeing you, i had a great time. let's speak in haikus about the last four days:thursday: actual birthday at gator'sdon't like gin too muchsitting next to pretty boywelcome drunkennesswhere is drunkenness?can't decide if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/109211195843573645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=109211195843573645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109211195843573645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109211195843573645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/08/kinda-wish-id-had-camera-id-be.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-109169292844159480</id><published>2004-08-05T04:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T04:04:32.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i wish i could just post a picture and then do a normal post under it instead of this "caption" bullshit because i can't figure out yet how to make the font smaller like i like it now but heyyy who cares it's my birthday and i'm a little drunk, by myself, "hm, intresting", i love this picture. i love this show. i love these boys. but it's pretty much over for us now so i'm going to slowly ease my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/109169292844159480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=109169292844159480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109169292844159480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109169292844159480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-wish-i-could-just-post-picture-and_05.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-109116706382365432</id><published>2004-07-30T01:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T01:57:43.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm listening to lover's spit just over and over.. it's by broken social scene if you wanna download it.  felt nice to have poetry back in my life for a brief moment.  that was the first "poem" to come out since poetry club days.  i like them sort of.  i'm thinking lately of writing conversations.  trying out some different nuances people have in their speech.  usually the thing i love the most </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/109116706382365432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=109116706382365432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109116706382365432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109116706382365432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/07/im-listening-to-lovers-spit-just-over.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-109103067333477021</id><published>2004-07-28T11:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T12:04:33.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what a shit i am.  i had my first throwing-up-from-alcohol experience last night at chris'.  fucking shots.  they completely don't hit you until an hour later so you have no idea you've had too much.  no more shots for me.  i can't tell if the rest of the night was worth the end.. probably, there's nothing like public drunkenness.  stairway to heaven on the fucking piano man.  amazing.  i can do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/109103067333477021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=109103067333477021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109103067333477021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109103067333477021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/07/what-shit-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-109094825080149102</id><published>2004-07-27T13:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T13:10:50.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"all these people drinking lover's spit.." head in my hands, i sink into this how do i reconcile what i love and what i need what gets me off and what means anything nothing i ever touch will be as good as this who i am and what i want to be who he is and what he'll never be a magnet on my refridgerator door so embarrassing lean my head back and the music washes over everything freedom</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/109094825080149102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=109094825080149102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109094825080149102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109094825080149102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/07/all-these-people-drinking-lovers-spit.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-109068322966140676</id><published>2004-07-24T11:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T11:33:49.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>from hollywoodreporter.com:July 23, 2004Law to take on Burden of 'All the King's Men' Jude Law has signed on to play protagonist Jack Burden in Columbia Pictures' remake of the triple Oscar winner "All the King's Men." Played by John Ireland in the 1949 version, Burden is a journalist who falls under the spell of Southern populist politician Willie Stark, whose tale is at the center of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/109068322966140676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=109068322966140676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109068322966140676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109068322966140676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/07/from-hollywoodreporter.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-109054230881166566</id><published>2004-07-22T20:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T20:25:08.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is all i can seem to think about anymore.  brian ravages justin in my dreams.  it's really quite lovely.  thanks for the help by the way.. NOBODY - yer all assholes.  and for that i give you some cock up the ass..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/109054230881166566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=109054230881166566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109054230881166566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109054230881166566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/07/this-is-all-i-can-seem-to-think-about_22.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-109045331416311554</id><published>2004-07-21T19:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T19:41:54.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>am i not able to search blogger for specific people to find out if they have blogs?  like i went and made the effort to make a whole big profile for myself, can i not search for other profiles?  it seems like you just have to come across a blog or a name and that's the only way to find that stuff..  help.  and no one continues to tell me how to post a picture on these things.  help there too. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/109045331416311554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=109045331416311554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109045331416311554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109045331416311554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/07/am-i-not-able-to-search-blogger-for.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-109038735180703244</id><published>2004-07-21T00:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T19:48:23.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok can i just tell you that when i looked and saw i had an extra comment my expectation that is would be MARCUS SOBERING were about as high as say.. Wayne Newton.  wtf.  i honestly don't believe it's really him.  and here's why: who was i to marcus sobering in high school that he would feel at all inclined to look me up and find me out somehow?  i don't think i ever registered with him as a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/109038735180703244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=109038735180703244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109038735180703244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/109038735180703244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/07/ok-can-i-just-tell-you-that-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-108995775123060947</id><published>2004-07-16T01:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T02:04:37.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>alright, i rolled over in bed to look for an index card to write down my list of hot gay sex films and i searched under my pile of books i've been meaning to read or recently read and there was my new york for dummies, and my first thought was "i'll probably never get back there", and that was depressing frank.  because life has this horrible way of batting people down and giving them false hope </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/108995775123060947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=108995775123060947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108995775123060947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108995775123060947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/07/alright-i-rolled-over-in-bed-to-look.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-108914358570744631</id><published>2004-07-06T14:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T00:20:00.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"i really do feel that i'm dying. i really do feel that i'm dead. i saw it in your eyes, what i'm looking for. i saw it in your eyes, what'll make me live."ok you now have 24 hours to download rufus wainwright's "the tower of learning" and comment on it or i'll never speak to you again.i have spent something like 10 hours total putting together my ultimate party mix for my birthday party.. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/108914358570744631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=108914358570744631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108914358570744631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108914358570744631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-really-do-feel-that-im-dying.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-108849079414969191</id><published>2004-06-29T02:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T02:33:14.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>god i've just been cryin all over the place this week.  cryin cuz i'm happy, watching the making of almost famous thinking about purity and youth and rock n roll when it meant something and really actually doing the thing you love.  watching all kinds of great movies lately, got a job at blockbuster and five free rentals a week is what i'm eating over here, a job that feels good but pays nothing,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/108849079414969191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=108849079414969191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108849079414969191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108849079414969191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/06/god-ive-just-been-cryin-all-over-place.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-108741392680879420</id><published>2004-06-16T15:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T15:25:26.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>to the permanent pain in my ass: happy birthday.  and hurry up and talk to axel and get back to me already.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/108741392680879420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=108741392680879420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108741392680879420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108741392680879420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/06/to-permanent-pain-in-my-ass-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-108704652472728337</id><published>2004-06-12T09:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T09:22:04.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Jenn and I are going to see THE CUREINTERPOLTHE RAPTUREMOGWAITHURSDAYMUSE CURSIVEMELISSA AUF DER MAUR COOPER TEMPLE CLAUSE andHEAD AUTOMATICAon July 25th in Tampa with the Curioso Tour.OH MY GOD </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/108704652472728337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=108704652472728337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108704652472728337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108704652472728337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/06/so-jenn-and-i-are-going-to-see-cure.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-108681062021255224</id><published>2004-06-09T15:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T15:50:20.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yesterday:the armrests here say "diet pepsi" - huh?  i'm writing on a napkin in the Altamonte 8 movie theatre because i have 10 minutes before Dogville starts and i've already taken 5 to walk around and around this empty theatre and sit in a dozen seats to test different views and find one that won't squeak - a daunting task!  i am at home here.  this is my church, this is my sanctuary, my god </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/108681062021255224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=108681062021255224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108681062021255224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108681062021255224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/06/yesterday-armrests-here-say-diet-pepsi.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-108656927571889068</id><published>2004-06-06T20:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T20:53:44.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mm..rufus' "pretty things" is so wonderful.. somebody download these songs i'm talking about and tell me what you think of them, it's fluttering heart material.  well what's happening to me.. i want to ask will: why do you keep putting these sappy song lyrics around, who are you singing to?  what dawson's creek-esque drama are you trying to stir up?  he and i might move in together sometime by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/108656927571889068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=108656927571889068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108656927571889068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108656927571889068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/06/mm.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-108615144621243497</id><published>2004-06-02T00:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T00:44:06.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"how can you offer me love like that?  my heart's spent.  how can you offer me love like that?  i'm exhausted, leave me alone."  i've just finished my fifth 11-hour work day at the kennel and my legs are spent.  my feet are finished.  i feel like a person waiting to be an amputee, saying goodbye.  they are in unbelievable discomfort pretty much all the time now, it's amazing.  it's actually </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/108615144621243497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=108615144621243497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108615144621243497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108615144621243497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/06/how-can-you-offer-me-love-like-that-my.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-108529109211213424</id><published>2004-05-23T01:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T01:44:52.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rufus Wainwright's Imaginary Love"Every kind of love, or at least my kind of love Must be an imaginary love to start withGuess that can explain the rain, waiting walking gameSchubert past my brain to start withHoped to look at you in a cabBack of your head across my lapOh what grace, green back seat against the red of your faceHoped to look at you in any old grand hotel Drunken demands </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/108529109211213424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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format.  i've been dreading this post for some reason, the "dad's out of jail" post, just like whenever he gets out i hate having to call everyone to notify them, usually just make him do it, but i guess what's always the worst is the "he's in again" call right after it happens.  like i imagine how terrible it would be to have to call all the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/108528701316641265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=108528701316641265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108528701316641265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108528701316641265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/05/this-is-my-274th-post.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-108441658876823159</id><published>2004-05-12T22:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T22:52:32.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dad's back in jail, my phones aren't working, la toya got kicked off american idol, and i hate the world.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/108441658876823159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=108441658876823159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108441658876823159'/><link 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my weak arms can't throw a tennis ball so far so i thought, in my silly little head, why not punt the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/108399735019125860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=108399735019125860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108399735019125860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108399735019125860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/05/right-completely-forgot-other-major.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-108395072057514812</id><published>2004-05-07T13:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T13:34:42.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i feel like laying back on my bed and smoking a cigarette, having just had sex with brian kinney.  er, watched him for hours on queer as folk.. oh brian.. amanda had asked me last week who i would want to look like if i were a guy, and i couldn't think really, i thought maybe ewan because he's well endowed, but no, no no, gale harold, aka brian kinney, has the perfect male body in my opinion.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/108395072057514812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=108395072057514812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108395072057514812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108395072057514812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-feel-like-laying-back-on-my-bed-and.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-108343593656695914</id><published>2004-05-01T14:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T14:30:22.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh my god i've just this minute discovered another damien rice song that apparently has been on my computer for weeks without me noticing it.. it stands against the wall and blends in to the wallpaper, jesus - The Professor: first i'm thinking well great i've just burned the cd finally (just bought cds finally today) and this better not be a good song cuz then i'll hate that it's not on there and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/108343593656695914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=108343593656695914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108343593656695914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108343593656695914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/05/oh-my-god-ive-just-this-minute.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-108330013591785498</id><published>2004-04-30T00:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T00:45:22.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"come on come on come on, get through it, come on come on come on, love's the greatest thing that we have.. i'm waiting for that feeling, waiting for that feeling, waiting for that feeling to come.."blur.  shucks.  i like that band, i like that song.  but i feel like Shit.  i am t i r e d.  i'm hot and i know any moment my feet will get cold.  i feel like a headache is coming on.  i'm listening</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/108330013591785498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=108330013591785498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108330013591785498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108330013591785498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/04/come-on-come-on-come-on-get-through-it.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-108317381617227394</id><published>2004-04-28T13:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T13:40:01.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>goddammit - dave chappelle is coming and it's sold out.. somebody try to win tickets on 102 Jamz.  may 7-9 at the improv.. crap</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/108317381617227394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=108317381617227394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108317381617227394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108317381617227394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/04/goddammit-dave-chappelle-is-coming-and.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-108261181968056808</id><published>2004-04-22T01:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T01:33:18.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>completely forgot major moment in kill bill evening.. the best action all night was not in the movie, sad to say, but in the preview right before the movie...  HERO.  oh my god.  jet li.  OH MY GOD.  i have no strong opinion about jet li, but this may start one.. this, um, this may be the greatest action movie of all time, not sure, but, wow, i'm amazed.. fucking august 20th it comes out!  it was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/108261181968056808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=108261181968056808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108261181968056808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108261181968056808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/04/completely-forgot-major-moment-in-kill.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-108249879408408216</id><published>2004-04-20T18:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T19:36:16.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am a tired person.  i've had to wake up at 6:15 the past two days and i'll be up at 7 tomorrow because it takes pain to earn money!  i hear that.  there's nothin like gettin peed on at 8 in the mornin.  still, it's so much nicer working with animals than people.  does anyone out there understand how much more i love getting peed on and handling poo than getting talked down to and worrying about</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/108249879408408216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=108249879408408216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108249879408408216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108249879408408216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-am-tired-person.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-108218594006569205</id><published>2004-04-17T03:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T03:15:13.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>one of the worst few weeks of my life is maybe over.. the car is home again, she's fixed, she's passed her 300,000 mile mark, which was probably with a mechanic and not us who could've sprayed champagne on her.. she's been around.  she is freedom and security, and before i didn't realize that those two things were so closely linked.  when she is away bad, very bad things happen to me, i almost </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/108218594006569205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=108218594006569205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108218594006569205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108218594006569205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/04/one-of-worst-few-weeks-of-my-life-is.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-108200545812185663</id><published>2004-04-15T01:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T01:07:09.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>man.. i really thought he'd go and do something less interesting like Cannonball to please the masses but no, damien is different and wonderful, and I Remember was such a fantastic surprise.. i wish he hadn't rushed through it, but i don't care, my mouth was gaping and it was glorious.. what's her name sounded amazing.  that's such a fabulous quality, that pure, clean, perfect voice, dead-on at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/108200545812185663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=108200545812185663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108200545812185663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108200545812185663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/04/man.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-108181654007899152</id><published>2004-04-12T20:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T20:38:29.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DAMIEN RICE ON LETTERMAN WEDNESDAY</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/108181654007899152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=108181654007899152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108181654007899152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108181654007899152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/04/damien-rice-on-letterman-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-108166723124635851</id><published>2004-04-11T03:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T03:09:59.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>look at this picturei wore a skirt in public today for the first time.. and to offset that i pushed my newly cut hair into a little mohawk, it was a success i think.  it was about as high fashion as i get.  i missed you today, frank.  the party was kinda fun, good enough food and slap happy cup slapping (i showed it to my bro tonight at like 1:30 in the morning and he got it down quick and we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/108166723124635851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=108166723124635851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108166723124635851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108166723124635851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/04/look-at-this-picture-i-wore-skirt-in.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-108131650782639806</id><published>2004-04-07T01:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T01:44:31.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thanks for saying those things, i sometimes miss talking to you too.. you know, when i'm not completely not thinking about you (brushes shoulders off) - i got caught at work tonight too late to call you back and now i'm just listening to damien and putting off showering.  i'll try you tomorrow maybe.  so this may sound completely crazy, but i was thinking of going to new york in early may anyway </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/108131650782639806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=108131650782639806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108131650782639806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108131650782639806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/04/thanks-for-saying-those-things-i.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=108121607957192184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108121607957192184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108121607957192184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/04/oh-my-god-just-listening-to-i-remember.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-108121414056351314</id><published>2004-04-05T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T21:18:23.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok, here's what's great: i had to wake up at 6:30 to start training at the tuscawilla vet which was stressful and tiring and then i had to walk half a mile to blockbuster and interview for a job there because it looks as if i have a few hours left of free time in the week (the car was picked up and then died again and they couldn't figure it out again and now we have it again but i can't take </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/108121414056351314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=108121414056351314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108121414056351314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108121414056351314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/04/ok-heres-whats-great-i-had-to-wake-up.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-108112745373070384</id><published>2004-04-04T21:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T21:13:35.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UGH - "CHEERS DARLIN'"  oh my god, that's it exactlyi love everything, i love everything</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/108112745373070384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=108112745373070384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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genius.  and i've always loved the songs i've heard so today i go on a quest to download his albums, but of course Kazaa has sold its soul to the devil and i can get no more use out of it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/108111741191521992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=108111741191521992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108111741191521992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108111741191521992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/04/im-sorry-i-love-rufus-wainwright-you.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-108071601675156462</id><published>2004-03-31T01:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T01:56:14.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rebecca posted this thing on her livejournal about who she's looking for in life and it reminded me of this depeche mode song that i may have typed here before because it's one of my favorites, called Somebody, i haven't even heard the original, just Veruca Salt's beautiful rendition on the depeche mode tribute i bought for that deftones song.. it's such a great song, maybe i can remember the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/108071601675156462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=108071601675156462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108071601675156462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108071601675156462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/03/rebecca-posted-this-thing-on-her.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-108045170873988485</id><published>2004-03-28T00:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T00:31:02.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i like the pool.  all day i've been singing "the impossible dream", you know, "to dream the impossible dream..." it's from Don Qioxote or something, it's such a grand song, and now i'm singing "danny boy" - and continuously realizing i'm a bit of a technophobe, i like things old and worn out, houses, cars, fashion, furniture, music, books, electronics.. i'm not into the wave of new.  i would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/108045170873988485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=108045170873988485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108045170873988485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108045170873988485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-like-pool.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-108036808053456990</id><published>2004-03-27T01:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T01:17:13.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>here's what's happening to me right now, listen to this:since we broke upi'm using lipstick againi suck my tonguein remembrance of youbjork of course.  "possibly maybe".  i had this whole thing i was going to get into about sexuality and my envy of this horrible little christian couple sitting behind me (jordan and jenny) who have all this physical intimacy and sexual enjoyment at their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/108036808053456990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=108036808053456990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108036808053456990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/108036808053456990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/03/heres-whats-happening-to-me-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-107991618831081759</id><published>2004-03-21T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T19:45:35.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i hate how words can never properly convey how you're feeling.  why do you feel feeling in your stomach?  why is there heavy breath and a swirling sensation?  i feel like i'm about to cry.  this is when i would call him and launch into some weird thing for him to play with, something he would never expect that i just happened to be feeling and then he'd be sideswiped by it.  because i have to get</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/107991618831081759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=107991618831081759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/107991618831081759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/107991618831081759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-hate-how-words-can-never-properly.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-107989886437623703</id><published>2004-03-21T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T14:56:51.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SPARTAN is phenomenal.  david mamet is a genius.  i've said it here before.  i can't begin to tell you what it's all about.. it's a common movie storyline done better than anyone has ever done it.  what do you expect?  go see it and know what i mean.the shock of the century... yesterday i bought... a skirt.  not just one either, but two skirts.  i'll let you think about that.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/107989886437623703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=107989886437623703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/107989886437623703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/107989886437623703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/03/spartan-is-phenomenal.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-107967785932289343</id><published>2004-03-19T01:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T01:33:23.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ugh.  life.  money.  dad quit his job stupidly and i'm running around trying to find new jobs to fill as much of my time as possible.  movie gallery looks like a sure thing.  finally.  new management.  i'm ready to move out and be free of these obligations.  looks like my only job opportunities are in selling movies and cleaning dog kennels... it's kind of fun tho.  i need a car.  and HBO so i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/107967785932289343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=107967785932289343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/107967785932289343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/107967785932289343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/03/ugh.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-107941764085139544</id><published>2004-03-16T01:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T01:16:22.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh and i also saw secret window and hidalgo, both about 2 star poor excuses for movies, unless you are uncommonly attracted to johnny depp and have within you a genuine love of all things equine, which made both movies bearable for me personally but not at all recommendable.  well.  secret window is maybe 2 1/2 stars.  see it was going really well and more funny than scary in a good way and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/107941764085139544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=107941764085139544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/107941764085139544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/107941764085139544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/03/oh-and-i-also-saw-secret-window-and.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-107938990354448584</id><published>2004-03-15T17:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T17:34:04.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>who goes to see movies at noon on a monday?  i do.  what possible movie would i do that for?  why, the dreamers, of course.  what a perfect movie for melody: sex, movies, politics, what more do i need?  i give it five stars for keeping me perfectly engaged the entire time.  there's a flow that bertolucci somehow mastered that makes me feel i'm experiencing these things with them.  and when they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/107938990354448584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=107938990354448584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/107938990354448584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/107938990354448584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/03/who-goes-to-see-movies-at-noon-on.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-107929330438730521</id><published>2004-03-14T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T14:50:14.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GASP - don't speak about it please.. i have to wait forever.. well maybe til tomorrow ; )  I CAN NOT WAIT.  meanwhile i've been reading up on bertolucci, he's an interesting fella.  i rented Last Tango in Paris with Brando to see all the X-rated sex scenes and it is quite scandalous but the movie itself was a huge bore.. one of those movies that normal people make fun of for being "artsy", i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/107929330438730521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=107929330438730521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/107929330438730521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/107929330438730521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/03/gasp-dont-speak-about-it-please.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-107886010735185366</id><published>2004-03-09T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T14:24:02.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i want titles to posts like on livejournal.  this one is "who needs real people?"very late crush now started on viggo mortensen after seeing incredibly sexy love scenes from A Walk on the Moon with diane lane.. ouch that's sexy.  he's got this long, lean, tan, bohemian thing going in that movie.  and now i want to see that BBC version of Pride and Prejudice to gawk at the sexiness of another </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/107886010735185366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=107886010735185366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/107886010735185366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/107886010735185366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-want-titles-to-posts-like-on.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-107876179500198021</id><published>2004-03-08T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T11:05:29.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so in my dream last night i'm in the backseat of a car fooling around with peter dinklage, star of The Station Agent and dwarf.  so ok.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/107876179500198021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=107876179500198021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/107876179500198021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/107876179500198021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/03/so-in-my-dream-last-night-im-in.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-107863290774535672</id><published>2004-03-06T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T23:17:20.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>argghugaahh my dad is a racist, sexist, homophobic bastard and he has no idea.. shitand also shit: i may be changing my major yet again, back to film, and embarking on a film career again.. shit shit double shit.  and i have to create a fucking writing sample !!! and i can't submit anything until november and why am i so often flung in dramatic directions like this from only a powerful </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/107863290774535672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=107863290774535672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/107863290774535672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/107863290774535672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/03/argghugaahh-my-dad-is-racist-sexist.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-107851618763907795</id><published>2004-03-05T14:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T14:51:58.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>about to go get drunk with jenn and watch the entire sixth season of sex and the city on HBO on Demand, WOOHOOOO, and then i'll be invading will's apartment sunday night to see the season premiere of the Soprano's if anyone wants to hop on board..hey i feel kind of jipped being in florida during the primary election.. we already have a damn democratic nominee, what the hell do we need to vote </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/107851618763907795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=107851618763907795' title='0 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Hey Monie and it's hilaaaarious, it's so natural and perfect and within like 3 minutes i had complete love and affection for the characters.  it appears to only exist monday nights at 11:30, so go watch it then and report back with your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/107764168539020834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=107764168539020834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/107764168539020834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/107764168539020834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/02/my-dog-cant-poop-in-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-107749607866616653</id><published>2004-02-22T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T23:07:02.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>shit.  frank is leaving in like a week and i can't for the life of me get together with him.  things happen so fast.  meanwhile i get an email from marianna today detailing all of her trip so far on semester at sea - cuba, brazil, and south africa so far - and my god, it's amazing just to read it, to think kids get to experience this stuff, and in such a wallop - she'll be all around the world by</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/107749607866616653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=107749607866616653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/107749607866616653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/107749607866616653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/02/shit.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-107713131814517107</id><published>2004-02-18T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T14:10:33.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>becca: the cooler was interesting but not fantastic.  you kinda saw bill macy's package so that was weird.  i want to see the jane goodall chimpanzee movie at the orlando science center.  i've never seen a movie there so i don't really know how you do it but i'm sure we could figure it out.  unless you're not a dork like me and don't want to pay $10 to see a 45 minute documentary about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/107713131814517107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=107713131814517107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/107713131814517107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/107713131814517107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/02/becca-cooler-was-interesting-but-not.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-107691763343184488</id><published>2004-02-16T02:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T02:49:05.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GAVIN NEWSOM: MAN OF THE YEARfrom the san francisco chronicle: "It was only his 12th day as mayor of San Francisco, but Gavin Newsom decided that night -- the very night he attended President Bush's State of the Union address in Washington, D.C. -- that he was going to defy California law. And turn the nation on its ear. Attending the president's Jan. 20 speech as a guest of House Minority </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/107691763343184488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=107691763343184488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/107691763343184488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/107691763343184488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/02/gavin-newsom-man-of-year-from-san.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-107691611513243977</id><published>2004-02-16T02:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T02:23:47.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so if you didn't hear, there was some sort of mass protest in san francisco over the weekend and a whole shit load of gay couples were legally married at city hall.  : )  i'm off to discover more about what the hell happened cuz i don't really know but here are some things that made me cry: this, this, and this.   HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!From: Protestants for the Common Good In Defense of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/107691611513243977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=107691611513243977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/107691611513243977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/107691611513243977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/02/so-if-you-didnt-hear-there-was-some.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-107660522387981509</id><published>2004-02-12T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T12:02:13.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dammit frank.  god i'm so conflicted here.  this is great, this is amazing, i'm so happy for you, i have this image in my mind of where everyone will be in ten years and you're going to be in this incredible job doing all of this incredible stuff and making all this money and you will be IMPORTANT and SUCCESSFUL and i have no doubt about this and that's just phenomenal to me.  it's what makes the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/107660522387981509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=107660522387981509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/107660522387981509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/107660522387981509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/02/dammit-frank.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-107656538981317211</id><published>2004-02-12T00:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T00:58:17.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i guess the white house press have suddenly grown balls again...  i'm listening to the press room exchange from yesterday i think as they berate mr. mcclellen about bush's national gaurd service.  it's fuckin awesome.  go here.  yea i just figured out how to do that.. 2 1/2 years later... hey who was the former press secretary again?  i wanna know the story behind that guy leaving, i have this</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/107656538981317211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=107656538981317211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/107656538981317211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/107656538981317211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/02/so-i-guess-white-house-press-have.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-107647323799045315</id><published>2004-02-10T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T23:22:25.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i wanna know everything.i wanna be everywhere.i wanna fuck everyone in the world.i wanna do something that matters.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/107647323799045315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=107647323799045315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/107647323799045315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146116/posts/default/107647323799045315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-wanna-know-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>melody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-107630213292834736</id><published>2004-02-08T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T23:50:38.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Go OUTKAST.  album of the year baby.  heyyll ya.and congrats to coldplay, the only other song besides "hey ya" that deserved best record = "clocks", still not tired of it.  chris is so sexy.  and his kerry shoutout was classic.  here's hoping, chris.go see master and commander.  no, really!  </summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146116.post-107622525109752910</id><published>2004-02-08T02:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T02:31:37.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i debate over whether this is good to tell you or not, because mass amounts of people could start doing it and then the company could figure out what's going on and then i wouldn't have my little advantage in the world.. but i realize that may be a little selfish so... if you go to ratetheradio.com and take a 10 second survey and put in a name, any name, every name, and your address, they will</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melo.blogspot.com/feeds/107622525109752910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146116&amp;postID=107622525109752910' title='0 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