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Nacho Scapegoat

Love is a spontaneous grass, not a garden plant. - I. Nievo

About Me

I'm Tiff. I try to make the folks around me laugh or smile like...96% of my time. I like words. And friends. And my stupid retail job. And my quirky coworkers. And sweater weather. I stencil. It's sort of my current obsession. I cook sometimes. For myself, but I could cook for you if you behave. I like good tunes. And places that are open 24 hours, cause I'm a night owl. I think I have an undiagnosed anxiety issue because I get all stressed out over the smallest things. I love my family (even though I know I'm a pain to live with), and writing, although I don't write as much as I should. I don't ever wanna die...at least not for an obnoxiously long time. I can be a bit...uh...airheaded...sometimes (especially when I'm sleepy or around some guy I think is cute) but I like to think it's endearing.Okay...the uh, random obnoxious advertisement/link for Thomas' MySpace Editor plugs in right about here, so I'm gunna shut up and let it happen.......

My Interests

Music, art, photography (with a Polaroid camera cause I'm impatient), painting, writing (mainly awful poetry and very very long blogs), reading, movies (nerdy independent films, chickflicks, Disney, drama, anything that takes me somewhere else for a while). Thrift store shopping (it takes a good and patient eye to find the really kickass stuff), people-watching, daydreaming, curiosity about life in general, wasting time, hanging out with friends, going to Nashville, having crushes (I'm SOOO good at that), nouns and adjectives, good food, bad/cheesy/funny television (when I get time to myself), staying up too late, losing track of time...like...every night.

I'd like to meet:

Good people with good hearts who like good people with good hearts. Those with good intentions. Patient people. People I know already. People I don't know yet. People I'll never know. The person I'll spend the rest of my life with. My real parents (I'm adopted, indeed). Yo momma too, maybe.

Music:

Regina Spektor, Smashing Pumpkins, Radiohead, Patsy Cline, Cat Power, Bjork, Death Comesto Matteson, Death Cab For Cutie, whatever Aaron Robinson is involved in at the moment, Rachael Yamagata, Modest Mouse, Damien Rice, Tegan and Sara, Gnarls Barkley, Taking Back Sunday, The White Stripes, The Postal Service, Metric, random stuff I download, the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Mazzy Star, Bush, Thursday, Counting Crows, TV on the Radio, whoever's on the Garden State soundtrack, the Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind soundtrack....so in general (shall we recap?), I like some 90's alternative stuff, some whiny shit, some emo shit (which are not always one in the same), some one-hit-wonders, some screamy stuff, rock, some really awful pop, some old stuff, some new stuff, some rap, lots of embarassing country that creeps up from my childhood, even some new country (which is even ickier sometimes), anything and practically EVERYTHING. I really mean that....I pretty much like it all....I am the QUEEN of the mix CD! There is no other (coughexceptforBethcough).

Movies:

Fried Green Tomatoes, A Very Long Engagement, 28 Days Later, Buffalo 66, Girl Interrupted, The Hours, A League of Their Own, Children of Men, Dream For an Insomniac, Foxfire, Donnie Darko, Garden State, Melvin Goes To Dinner, Waking Life, Dirty Pretty Things, Hook, Dazed and Confused, Before Sunrise, Before Sunset...(basically anything directed by Richard Linklater), My Life Without Me, Empire Records (Damn the man! Save the Empire!), Romeo and Juliet, Amelie, Particles of Truth, Oldboy, Chasing Amy, Clueless, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, American Beauty, Almost Famous, Lost In Translation, Vanilla Sky, SLC Punk, Mad Love, The Little Mermaid, Sleeping Beauty, The Emperor's New Groove, Shrek, Shrek 2, The Thing Called Love, Elizabethtown (god...Cameron Crowe is amazing)...independent films, chick flicks, romantic comedies...the whole lot. There are not a lot of movies I've seen that I didn't like. But the quirky ones give me a nice shquishy feelin.

Television:

My So-Called Life (God I miss that show...someone buy me the box set and I'll probably promise you my first born child. I'm serious.), The L Word, Friends, The Wonder Years, Maximum Exposure (people getting in bad situations and surviving), The Andy Griffith Show, Conan O'Brian ("Keep cool, my baybez!"), The Golden Girls, all those dumb shows on VH1 that make fun of things I secretly think are cool (I love the 90's, I love the 80's, etc etc), ER when I catch it on, Antiques Roadshow, Gray's Anatomy, shows about forensics, shows about serious operations, home design shows (like Surprise By Design)...and even a good infomercial can suck me in sometimes.

Books:

Pretty much anything Phaidon Press puts out (they're all photo books), anything by E.E. Cummings, or Sylvia Plath, or definitely Charles Bukowski ("...but who would wanna be...who would wanna be such an asshole?"), Harold and the Purple Crayon, Round Trip by Ann Jonas (my favorite book as a child..look it up...it's awesome...you read it one way through, then flip it upside down and read back to the beginning...it's so cool), One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest by Ken Kesey, Choke and Lullibye which are both by Chuck Palaniuk (who also wrote Fight Club), The Perks of Being a Wallflower, The Griffin and Sabine Trilogy (thanks to Beth), Hypocrite in a Pouffy White Dress: Tales of Growing Up Groovy and Clueless by Susan Jane Gilman, The Da Vinci Code, and most most MOST of all...The Little Prince by Antoine de St Exupery.

Heroes:

Everyday people who make the best of what they're given. People who feel lucky for what they've got. People with self discipline (I have none).People with balance in their lives (got none of that either). Confident people. People who make music and movies that make people...REALLY feel...or that tell an amazing story you wanna live over and over again. Mothers. Fathers. My Dad because he's the perfect combination of patience/silence/distance/father/teacher/friend/power. My mom, because she never quits, and isn't apologetic for who she is, no matter how hard she tries to convince me otherwise sometimes. Nanny, for her faith and her purity and her smile. Beth, because of her charm, her laugh, her fashion sense, and because is is so bravely and unapologetically Beth. Krystal because she's beautiful in every way.

My Blog

I'm Running Out of Clever Blog Titles

I don't really think about it for a while...I mean, the remembering happens like, "Oh yeah...damn.", and then I distract myself.But then, sitting on my floor cleaning my air conditioner filter with a ...
Posted by Nacho Scapegoat on Sun, 10 Jun 2007 03:26:00 PST

Spiders are assholes.

We definitely have an infestation of roly-polies. At my back door. It's crazy. Every night I have to inspect them to make sure they are just innocent roly-polies and not spiders. I greet them one by o...
Posted by Nacho Scapegoat on Tue, 05 Jun 2007 11:35:00 PST

God?

I've just discovered possibly the most psycho-ironic, mindfucking coincidence I've ever had before and possibly will ever have again. This is weird, kids. Yesterday...well...Monday, on my birthday, Be...
Posted by Nacho Scapegoat on Wed, 30 May 2007 02:54:00 PST

Whatevering.

Okay...so I am definitely a self-documentor. I write things about myself and my experiences even if I don't particularly want to, just so I can look back at it later (why I blog). I take horrible, muc...
Posted by Nacho Scapegoat on Tue, 29 May 2007 12:45:00 PST

There Are No Rules

I've learned an absurd amount of things about myself this past week, and this comes after a huge dry spell of growth. And of course, I have to share all this with you. Primarily, I figured out what it...
Posted by Nacho Scapegoat on Mon, 23 Apr 2007 12:55:00 PST

Lost.

Things like this just aren't supposed to happen. God...I don't want to have to miss her. I want to call her next week. I want to stop by her work and see her on Tuesday when I'm off. And I can't. This...
Posted by Nacho Scapegoat on Fri, 20 Apr 2007 08:07:00 PST

A Visual.

Okay....so I just have to say that I think the "Bahamavention" commercials are goshdarn hilarious. There was this, like....MASSIVE, scary possum chillin' out in a tree next to my garage the other nig...
Posted by Nacho Scapegoat on Sun, 01 Apr 2007 05:34:00 PST

God bless Bridget Jones.

I'm in limbo.   I'm finding out more than ever now (not neccessarily firsthand, but definitely too close for comfort) how vile men are in general. But at the same time, I'm wanting that companion...
Posted by Nacho Scapegoat on Sun, 11 Mar 2007 01:57:00 PST

How To Get To Sleep

I wish it was easy like flipping a switch...or unplugging yourself from your power supply. But then, who would plug you back in the next day? Shit. I guess I don't think these things through as much ...
Posted by Nacho Scapegoat on Fri, 09 Mar 2007 12:47:00 PST

Thumbs Down

Okay, kids....this is what's bothering me: First off, I've never been the type to get super excited over a horror flick, but from time to time I see one that seems like it involved *some* thought and ...
Posted by Nacho Scapegoat on Wed, 28 Feb 2007 11:35:00 PST