>Covenant - Dead Stars
>Devo - Girl You Want (DEVO ROCKS!!!!! j/k)

OMFG!!!! I just spend frickin’ hella-hours on the phone with MSN tech support. It had some strange moments, like the three-minute long conversation with the billing lady who sounded like she’d just gotten thoroughly baked out of her mind (I was trying to get tech support, but she had other ideas). The last guy I talked to (after waiting 30 minutes) had a good sense of humor, I’d do him if I knew him (whoa, that rhymed). Anyway, I’m very happy to be blogging in paradise. I wanted to look at this pornographic junk mail I got more in-depth, it was so funny, this guy had this computer-enhanced elephant-sized dick, it was so disturbing. Just think, if the people who invented computers could see what their creations would create in the future, computer-generated gargantuan penises. Just the thought of it….it’s disturbing. Anyway, I didn’t succeed in finding the theater chick from CR’s blog, apparently it’s not on Google. I can’t remember the band she’s obsessed with…if only I could remember it, I’d be able to find her. OMG! OMG! OMG! Christine and I are going to the Revival tomorrow! I so can’t wait. To experience insanity firsthand, and with someone as cool as Christine, is going to be orgasmically funny. Either that or scary. My dad’s girlfriend was saying that since they had a heated tent, they probably pumped it full of hallucinogenic drugs or sodium penethol (truth serum) to get people all krazied out…if so it’ll be my first time getting high…lol. Well, I guess I’m going to check my e-mail, and retire to my bed to finish J.G. Ballard’s “Super-Cannes”. It’s an amazing book. The end should be spectacular.

>Marilyn Manson - Slutgarden
>Marilyn Manson - Use Your Fist And Not Your Mouth
>Marilyn Manson - Ka-Boom Ka-Boom “I am a big car, and I’m a strip bar, call it fake I call it good as it gets”

I feel so fucking cool today, I broke out my makeup and went crazy with some hella-clumpy mascara from like 1996, my black lipstick and black eyeliner. I made my face all white, washed it off, and thought, whoa! My mascara/eyeliner had made this cool greyish-looking halo around my eyes, and my lipstick had washed off in some places and not others, it looked so great, so I accentuated the places where it smeared, it looks so great. Anyway, I’ve gotten to know some of the newspaper people better, this girl that moved here from Florida, I met her the day we had the party for the editor, she is so amazingly great. I’m going to try to find her blog after I finish this posts. She says she’s a fag hag, I wonder if she knows I’m gay…eh who cares. I’ve kind of…gone back in the closet, in a way. I just don’t think it necessary for people to know unless the conversation entails something sexually-related. I mean, straight people don’t go around saying “I’m straight!” the first time you meet them. Well anyway, I’m going to beg my dad to get off his ass and drive me to town, there’s so much stuff I need. I have this gargantuan list in my room. I so need hair color, my roots are like an inch long now, and I really want to find some eyeliner/mascara that isn’t tested on animals (poor little bunnies), :( . Anyway, I need some stuff at Wal-Mart, like cotton balls and q-tips, but I highly doubt he’ll buy them. So I’m going to beg and beg. He’s such a fucking liar, he talked about buying me a computer when I graduated, and what did I get? A measly $100? FUCKING KILL. Oh, I talked to Trisha today, we had a good phone conversation, Messenger wasn’t working for some reason. Well, I can’t really think of anything else that’s going on, so I guess I’ll go find the newspaper chick’s blog.