Nobody was around the college so Molly couldn’t do any interviews.

“Yeah, Thursday is just a dress rehearsal for Friday.”
-Me.

Matt M. has taken about twenty-five pictures of this one guest columnist and hasn’t gotten a single good one yet. I am really pissed. If he had any clue of how to use that $1300 camera. I swear. I hate how they have no clue how amazing that camera is and what it can do. I was thinking a few days ago what would be a good full-time position for them to create. It would be one where tasks would include making graphics (tables, charts, maps), taking photos, etc. But that’s just a silly dream. I can’t drop out of college. It would inordinately depress me to work here with no plans for the future. I can’t stay in Crescent Shitty forever. Man, I’m doing it again…blogging at work. Must stop. Must finish my work and then go to the college and help Molly set up the templates and lay out Get The Drift and do all the other random stuff we need to do to start the next issue of the Drift.

Earlier today:
> Daft Punk - Aerodynamic [such a sweeet song!]
> Daft Punk - Face to Face
> Pansy Division - Pretty Boy What’s Your Name [in honor of the cute bo[i?] that we’ve all been checking out lately]

Now:
>Chemical Brothers - Out Of Control (Orbital Mix) [OMG sexy!]
> Placebo - Slave to the Wage
> The Cure - Just Like Heaven

God this beat is SO FUCKING SEXY! Oh maaaan I love this song. I’ve had Daft Punk stuck in my head all day, so I guess this is a good thing to be moving along back to Orbital. I love this beat, I want to go to some sultry trance club with a million blue lights and lasers and video screens and see some hot boi across the room, and of course for the fantasy to be complete I would have had to have been dancing for hours on end and in full-on seizure mode from the lights. And then we’d totally dance to this beat and then we’d totally make out. I love songs with beats so sexy that you want to go make out with random guys that are on E. Trance music is the gift of the gods. It’s glorious. Gosh, I’ve gotten ahead of myself, haven’t I.

Well…back to the boring stuff, I watched this cool movie Priscilla: Queen of the Desert on IFC tonight, I’d been dying to watch it for ages, it was totally sweet. The actor guy that later played Elrond in Lord of the Rings was a drag queen in this movie. It was pretty cool. I didn’t get any e-mails tonight. Instead of moping, I sent my mom an e-mail saying that I had no e-mails so I sent her one so she wouldn’t have the same depressing experience.

Oh man we had lots of fun today celebrating Tawna’s b-day. We got pizza and then I suggested that we all take on the roles of people we endlessly make fun of and then have a fake conversation. We didn’t really stay in character, but it was INCREDIBLY FUNNY. I was feeling very apathetic towards Sammie and Steve earlier in the week, but today really made me like them again. I now can verbalize my feelings. I like them separately, but not together. When they’re together they act different. Maybe that is the esoteric meaning of our milieu. We like each other on a one on one basis. It kind of makes sense.

I feel like I’m writing a Tara post, but nobody e-mailed me and nobody IMed me. Well, I shouldn’t feel too unloved, I did hang out with everybody all day.

Random cool movie quote:

“Saba tenía su primera experiencia con el sexo colectivo.”

Okay, I’m bored now. Well, after pizza we went to the beach, but due to a lengthy stop at RayJen Coffee (I swear, they roast the coffee one bean at a time) we missed the sunset. That was kind of sad. Oh man, my damn Internet connection just died. Wtf? I wasn’t doing anything, and it just shut off. Charter can just suck it.

Well anyway, I want to do a lot of things when I get paid–wait, scratch that–I want to BUY a lot of things when I get my check. I do want my video card, but I’m not sure…it’s November and if I want to drive down to Sacramento to see my cousin and everyone this Christmas I’m going to have to start saving up some money. I really want to spend $40 on a bunch of funny old movies, I got this catalog of them in the mail. I also think that I should go buy some candles, all of mine eventually burned out and I’ve been too lazy/cheap to get more. I need to get a bunch next time I’m at Wal-Mart. I have to get my damn Internet to work again…I’d better unplug the router. Hmm, I’m too lazy to turn on the light to read the labels under the lights on the cable modem to see if it’s the service or if it’s my router. Too tired. Once I get done blogging I will. Man, my wrists are getting very tired. Time to start up the voice-recognition. Now I don’t know what I really want to say.

Oh yeah, this is classic: Anus Face’s “girlfriend” who he tried to go straight with dumped him for his sister. A sane, rational person might feel mildly to intensely depressed — but this is Anus Face were talking about. He goes out and gets drunk. Not just kinda drunk, were talking fucking crazy drunk… so drunk and that he can’t even stand. So he crawls on the ground to Steve’s brother Dave’s house and spend the night there crawling around while they play Dungeons and Dragons. The only reason I mention this is because when I was driving home from work, he was in front of me in his “truck.” He insisted on going over every speed bump sideways. I know there is supposed to be some kind of theory behind it, like it isn’t as bad on your tires or some related bullshit, but give me a fucking break… if one is so concerned, just go over them slow. I believe that his doing that was the final immutable argument for my thesis that he is one of the stupidest people on the face of the earth.

I love this voice-recognition, I can just talk and talk and my words are preserved forever. Well, they’re preserved at least. I was watching that movie today, and I couldn’t help feeling sympathy for the feminist critical approach. You can’t not think about feminism when you’re watching a movie about drag queens. Maybe they’re right. Maybe men are the oppressors of civilization. I guess the thing is that you can never objectively study something like that. I think that many women deny their own complicity in our patriarchal society. There are more women than men. As evidenced by that simple fact, whose fault is it that we don’t have a woman president?

Oh man, I just had a diarrhea attack. I just took some Pepto-Bismol. I’m glad I have no class tomorrow. Oh, today Tara’s boyfriend brought me and Tawna our cards that Tara had made for us. She couldn’t come because she had a really bad toothache. It was a really cute card, I wasn’t expecting something that cool. OMG, that reminds me. I finally took the time to look at that CD-ROM of pictures that Polly had supposedly burned for me. The CD was totally blank. I know I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I still was. It wasn’t that it was a problem with the computer… I looked at the data surface of the disc. I could tell it was blank. We all had a good laugh about that.

Oh my God, it’s almost one in the morning. I wish I had someone to cuddle with and watch a movie, but alas… it’s Crescent City. I will forever be alone in this hellish place. I think I’m getting sick.

As I was feeling horrible in the bathroom, I was thinking about something. I always say that if I’m about anything it’s comfort. I love being comfortable. I love being in my warm car, in my nice warm room, and in my cuddly warm bed. I hate being sick, I’m not comfortable when I’m sick. And that’s why I hate it. Well, is an excuse take drugs, but still… I hate being sick. Where reading this play called Wit in drama, it’s about this lady that has ovarian cancer. I don’t think that I could deal with the pain of something like that. I want euthanasia if I stub my toe.

I hate how long-winded I am. Nobody will ever read this crap. I am the most selfish person in the world to think that it’s right to expect my friends to read pages and pages of endless ranting. I’m sickened by myself. But it’s not exactly the first time.

On a completely unrelated note, I felt very ill at ease at the beginning of drama tonight. Maybe I’m just being an egotistical asshole, but I fucking hate stupid people and right where I’ve been forced to sit because of Amanda’s… let’s just call it instability, there are three of the stupidest people in the class all around me. First there is that incredibly obese chick with her slightly less obese minion. Their mindless jabber makes me wish my mother would have had an abortion. And then there’s Holly. Holly Gatti. I think even reading the name kills brain cells. The number of totally pointless inane questions she asks boggles my brain. She asked today what epilepsy was. The only logical answer to why the Gatties are so screwed up would have (I would imagine) something to do with a crank and heroin addiction while they were in utero. But even that couldn’t cause the level of sheer ignorance that they display. Those parents must’ve done something incredibly evil to deserve those children. Well, for nostalgia’s sake let’s revisit my favorite Holly Gatti moment:

We were studying Catholic theater:

“Is that B.C. or A.D. ?”

Yes, Holly. There were Catholics before Christ was even born. According to Ms. Keane, Christian art has been thriving since 800 B.C. But don’t even get me started. Holy God. Since my Internet is down I’m typing this in a Word document. It is now at three pages. I guess I do write a lot. I’m really tired. I should get to sleep. I must post this and climb into my nice warm comfy bed. I love being comfy. But it’s hard to be comfy when you’re not cuddling. Mindy and I were cuddle buddies, it was so cute, we’d cuddle all the time. It was really cool. But then she had to go get married. Ah, I’ll psychoanalyze myself some other time. Now is the time for sleep.