I’m so sick of my life. I have no time during the week to do anything but read my geography and study.

There is shit going down, like the Prop 8 vigil tonight and people invited me but I can’t go.

I feel isolated and it’s raining and I FUCKING HATE OVERCAST RAINY WEATHER.

It’s how I spent my entire childhood.

I’ve been sick since this weekend, but I did have tons of fun seeing Crystal Castles and then Yelle on Halloween. This week is my payback for that, I guess. My grandma is careening faster and faster towards death as the workload increases and increases in my classes.

Big test tomorrow in math. I’m not really prepared, but whatever. I’ll barely finish my geography homework in time. And I have to memorize all the countries in South America. The first question is “What is your culture?” Here’s my preliminary answer:

The culture I live in is mostly defined by superficiality. It is structured around the media, which invest our lives with artificial perceptions and arbitrary values. It is a culture of excess and of religious hypocrisy. There are two classes, the upper class, and the poor. The poor support the rich and work like dogs without healthcare or the guarantee of a place to live if they become ill. For an ostensibly Christian culture, it cares little for others and is incredibly xenophobic, racist, and sexist.

But yeah…cute Yelle picture!

Yelle was so cute! She put on an amazing show. We were in the front row with these slutty girls that were all over us, I ended up high-fiving with one of the girls to “One More Time,” which was fucking amazing. This fat bitch was trying to get into my spot in the front row, but she did not succeed…everyone was pushing from the back of the Mezzanine to the front, and we were squashed against the dividers, but it was okay ’cause Yelle was ON FIRE. Everyone was rocking the fuck out.

Mezzanine doesn’t let you take pictures (they are real dicks about it), but here’s more cute shit from the Yelle show.

Lymbyc System, the band that opened for Crystal Castles:

I don’t have any pics of the CC set because it got too insane (an extraordinary mosh pit).

Last, but not least, my Doom Gen moment driving home last week:

Someday I will be able to have fun again and not be bogged down with tons of reading and homework.

Someday.

I’m just stressed out because I’m supposed to go to the DMV to transfer my car to my aunt, but I don’t have an entire morning to waste at the DMV. I can’t fail my math test, it’s just not an option. And I can’t miss a single assignment in geography since I skipped one class to go to Crystal Castles.

Only three more weeks. Only three more weeks.

If I repeat it enough, maybe it’ll be true.

Fuck eight week classes.

I had a lot of fun this weekend. On Sunday, Hector and I went out to Anthem at the Blue Lamp. It was dead since we got there rather early, so we drank out of my trunk for a while and talked. After a bit, Mario arrived so we went in. The music really sucked, the only things I could decipher from the continuous untz-untz-untz-untz was MGMT and a heavily distorted bit of Simian Mobile Disco. We left the Blue Lamp and drove over to join Mario’s friend Lupita at this this trashy costume party at Silk.

The party wasn’t my scene, but everyone was so trashed that having a good time was contagious. After we had our fill of Little Red Riding Hoes, I drove us to the Kasbah where we got snacks and sobered up.

The next day I went over to Christen’s house for breakfast. She didn’t have any stuff that was quite ready to eat, so we decided to go grocery shopping. It ended up being this amusing quest carried out via light rail where we visited Trader Joe’s, the co-op, and Safeway. We had lunch at the co-op, and headed back to her place to walk her dog and hang out.

For some reason, we both really wanted to go out and do something, so we posted this quixotic ad on Craigslist asking for people that wanted to drive to San Francisco. A few minutes later, Christen called Chelsea, and she invited us to come over to her place.

We had some wine and ended up taking crazy pictures with this pink wig. The whole time, we were making drawings for scenes for this movie Christen and I are making…some of the unintended interpretations were hilarious.

After that, we went and walked around midtown, eventually settling on a stoop in front of the Merc. We talked about the future for a long time.

So, the Africa thing.

I’m going on a press trip for my magazine to Africa sometime in February. It’s going to be 10 days, I believe, and we will be in the Victoria Falls area during that time.

I couldn’t find any of my friends that had a thousand dollars to spend on the airfare to come with, so I mentioned on here that I was looking for someone to go with. Amanda’s sister Sarah e-mailed me and we set up all the details (replete with politically incorrect jokes about colonialism), and we are going to have this awesome African experience.

I felt trepidation, then excitement, then more trepidation. I’m going to have to get antimalarial drugs somehow before I leave…I’m not looking forward to dealing with the medical establishment.

I never thought I would ever go to Africa, but I here I go anyway. I have no idea how to feel about it other than vaguely excited.

Hector, Mario and I trashed at Streets of London from Darius Capulet on Vimeo.