OMG last night was so horrible…I didn’t get to sleep until at least three…I had an allergy attack and I could barely breathe…I kept coughing…it was horrible. I had to take some nyquil just so I could survive.
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> OKGO – Hello My Treacherous Friends
Today was really cool, I met this guy from Slovenia online…he’s so cool! But Stephanie is coming over for some of her stuff. Evil. The Slovenian Guy’s name is �an Miha. He says he likes my voice…it’s cool. He could be a psycho though, on the e-mail he sent me the name was Mike Pirelli. Interesting. But he’s a conversationalist, all right. We talked online for like four hours…and then he called me and we talked for a while. Well, my wrists hurt really bad from all the chatting, and lately I haven’t been able to physically write an entry every day…so my posting is going to be more sporadic. I think I might migrate to an audio journal if I ever can get any money. I have to type my philosophy paper today, I’m dreading it because my wrists hurt so badly. Evil repetitive strain injuries.
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> Queens of the Stone Age – Feel Good Hit of the Summer
I downloaded the “Ding Dong the Witch Is Dead” song from The Wizard of Oz, I’m going to play it on our last art class with the Art Nazi. I’m sure she’ll appreciate it. Mouhahahahaha. Today was okay, hung out with Suzie, went to wal-mart for batteries, they carded me when I tried to buy The Matrix…loaned Suzie my jacket (she owes me 75 cents still), she gave it back, but I lent Daniela my scarf and she didn’t give it back. I MUST stop lending stuff/money to people. I lent Michelle (Nice Stephanie’s sister) three bucks, she’d better pay me back. My mom said she’d send me a money order for the journalism conference, it’s going to be great, I’ll actually have money for food. Well, I guess I’ll go…nothing else really happened.
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God, just got to 411 words on my profile paper, thought I’d type a short entry. Philosophy and History were fun, hung out with Danielle and her brother Chris at KidTown for like, a while. We spun ourselves sick on the tire swing becuase Dani and I both said “I’ve never puked on a ride.” I spun myself for at least five minutes when this wave of nausea hit me. Dani, Chris, and I were flat on our stomachs on the park’s picnic table, we felt miserable and nauseous. We went to see the costumes at Front Street Emporium, that sewy lady that sews them, she has like no imagination, they all sucked. We went back to Dani’s house, I told her a bunch of really beautiful stories about my life, it felt cool to enlighten Dani about my life, now that I think about it I’ve had a pretty cool life. She loved my anecdotes, and I would have loved them if I were hearing them. Dani and I are such good friends, it’s so weird! It’s probably cuz we hang out all the time. Oh! Christine is coming over this Saturday, I think we’re going to have fun. Well my carpal tunnel think is starting to hurt, I should get back to my English paper. Fuck, my Art midterm is tomorrow.
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OMG I called Christine today and she couldn’t talk, it sucked, I wrote her this hella-lame letter because I was bored (mostly to make her mad at me, lol). Not really, I actually wanted to write her, but my friends were talking to me and I had to stop writing. I mean, if she really wants to know what’s going on, she can just read my blog. Well, the reason I wanted to call her was because I was watching this REALLY disturbing Italian movie about this taxi driver’s night, he was confessing that from an early age he had sex with pumpkins, then moved on to a lamb, then he did his brother’s wife because she had an ass like the pumpkins and these wool underwear that reminded him of the sheep. Just when I thought it couldn’t get more disturbing, it did. Save me from this world! Well, back to the salt mines (my English paper).
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Wow, I just found the coolest word, I’m looking up words for my English paper…I want to use words that I’m not quite sure of what they mean…I was going to use a metaphor that KidTown was a “Babylon” of sorts…I looked it up, and it means a place devoted to materialism and sensual pleasure. And that made me think of Queer As Folk. The club in that show is called the Babylon. I wonder if that’s some kind of integrated sattire by the creators of the show. Probably not, but it would make me respect the writers of the show more.
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> Some song on this CD, I don’t know what it’s called but it’s this Industrial song and it starts with “Time is running out…for the planet earth”, it’s gravy.
OMG I just found the uber-coolest word, Necropolis, it means cemetery or cemetary in an ancient city. SWEET. If I ever make a band, I’m calling it Necropolis.
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> Madonna – What It Feels Like For A Girl
> Marilyn Manson – The Love Song “do you love your god, guns, and government? fuck you!”
Paul signed off, he had to go to classes, I couldn’t really have a very in-depth conversation with him, he had to go to classes. Talked to ThoughtRiot for a long while, he’s so hot and he reminds me SO MUCH of Nalen. It’s so wierd. And his pic looks exactly like Nalen. It’s so strange. I want his tumescent love-muscle. I kind of want to talk to Jon, but I’d have to sign on to one of the instant messaging services that I already told someone on them I was going to sleep. But Jon is an imbecile anyway…although he’s going to have a car soon. I’ll be like….”Jon….come and take me to Arcata, I’m bored.” Or not. I’m going to wear my beautiful silk tie tomorrow…I was too lazy to wash my clothes this weekend so I’m going to just have to get by with my dirty ones for Monday. Well, they’re not dirty dirty, just unwashed and kind of wrinkled. I think I’m going to either go to sleep or go into the living room and watch TV and eat English muffins. Probably the latter.
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> Rammstein – Mutter
Oh, as a sidebar, I got an offline message on Yahoo Messenger from…omg, I think I forgot his name–oh yeah, Paul. I kind of like him, although I’ve never seen a picture of him. He has this schitzophrenic beauty…well to his mind at least. I picture it as a big ball of rusty knives, all facing out and all melty in the center. I wish I had a picture of him, he says he has spiked hair and stuff…but it might have just been to impress me. He’s a Seventh-Day Adventist (I met him through Mindy) and he likes my black-razor-new-wave-goth-punkness. I don’t know what to call it. I guess he just likes me. He likes HELLA-LAME music though (Powerman 5000, ’nuff said) I could never fuck anyone who wouldn’t be either Marilyn Manson or Trent Reznor’s eternal love slave. I mean, he likes music that sounds cool, but that has STUPID, nonsensical lyrics. I mean, everybody likes songs with meaningless lyrics, but that is what his entire genre of tastes comprises. And he doesn’t like Nine Inch Nails, Placebo, or Marilyn Manson. I know it sounds petty and trivial, but music is a HUGE part of my life, and I don’t know if I could like, be with someone that I didn’t connect with them on that level. He just signed onto Yahoo messenger, I’m telling him about this entry…lol he wants to read it. Better post it.
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> Queens of the Stone Age – You Think I Ain’t Worth A Dollar, But I Feel Like A Millionaire
> Nine Inch Nails – Wish “wish there was something real / wish there was something true / wish there was something real / in this world full of you”
> Nine Inch Nails – Sanctified
Had dinner, talked to Mindy…we had nothing to talk about. I realize I intensely dislike her for no apparent reason. She’s so….lame. She’s a housewife…how loserish. Maybe I’m jealous, but her life is so fucking BORING! I’m not going to call her again, she never calls me. I just called her because I heard our old song “Buddy Holly” by Weezer. Fuck her if she wants to stop being the Mindy I used to know. Earlier today my mom talked to me for like hours, about how her birthday sucked and the kids at her work. I felt like saying gag me. Oh, at sea cruise there were the most beautiful people ever, I saw this guy and girl pushing a baby carriage, he had the tight shirt and flowing black pants, she had the tight purple velvet Morticia dress, I felt like going over and saying “OMG! group hug! you guys are so cute!!!!!” But of course, I could only watch and have a sexual fantasy about the guy. Why do all the cool people have to be straight? Oh, speaking of hot guys, I saw the hottest guy in Safeway…well he wasn’t exactly that hot but I LOVED his hair (I know I sound like a thirteen-year-old, but OMG it was WHITE. I was like, ahh….how beatiful. I guess he thought I was hitting on him…I have a bad staring habit, but when people are uber-stylish, I just can’t help myself. I HATE shopping, it’s such an inexorably social experience. That was my mantra until I got to the checkstand, since I had sufficiently embarassed myself with the white hair guy. He was wearing bondage pants too….mmm…delicious. But anyway, I got some Earl Grey Decaffenated and some English muffins to assuage the embarassment, picturing my yummy breakfast of tea and english muffins the next day (which I had this morning..mmm…yummylicious).
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