le sigh

Mother douchebags, no matter how happy I am there always has to be some sort of moment that sneaks up on me and catches me off guard. It's Halloween tomorrow and besides working I have no idea what I'm gonna do...that too makes me uneasy. I guess I'm just a planner by nature. I like having plans and if I don't then I feel lost and lonely. Sad, no?

Anyways this weekend was amazing. I'm not gonna bother going into details since it's already a thing of the past. I'm psyched for FRIDAY and the STATIC-X CONCERT that will hopefully HAPPEN seeing as DOUCHEBAG DILDO KORN CANCELLED the GODAMN portland show. Hopefully my lobsterluv will be accepting of me for hang-outs on thursday!

I bought a sketch book drawing pad, in hopes of pumping up my artistic side. My first page is of 'Psychic Mona' drawn at AIP in the computer lab while Shannon did her project...s'aight. I was just mostly bored. But my plan tonight is to get really drunk and then try drawing a tree or something. Besides I've been doing yard work and house work and the place looks good. Those two sentences held very contrasting topics. My apologies.

ps. lamb of god reminds me of Dethklok, which makes me laugh, and allows me to actually listen to them without being terrified for my life and my eternal soul.

pff, the dutch

I believe it's time for another one of these updates. I have been pretty busy lately, with various assorted activities that include but is not limited to: spending time with some of my favorite people, observing Transformers, school and the work connected with, actual work and the serving of food and drinks, reading.
I've picked up the Witching Hour again, since most of my free reading time is spent with textbooks and Shakespeare [booooooo!]. Othello is the play of the day, and either I am getting dumber or I just can't fucking understand what the hell is going on. You pick. Anyways, I love how she [Rice] usually bases her main story in modern day times (Lestat as an '80s rockstar, Rowan as a neurosurgeon), but most of the actual contents is of some long ago story. Usually French. Always rich. Apparently she observes these as the ideal lifestyles. I would only pick the latter.

Halloween is approaching! Today was an absolutely gorgeous day (74 degrees F!) so I raked...and raked.....and raked...and the yard is still covered in leaves. Since any sparse wind that happens by shook the tree some and then I just gave up. But I did make some of those pumpkin leave bags for one's lawn. And also little white ghosts that I hung up on branches in the yard. That's about the extent of our decorations, which is more than any of the other neighbors. Whatever happened to the dedication of ghouls, blood, and skeletons on this most auspicious of days?! Come on people, I need a little more dread!

Speaking of which..witch...I am going with Shannon to Scream at the Beach on Thursday. Definitely one of Portland's tamer haunted houses, but who's to complain...plus I don't think I'll have enough time for some of the better ones =/. Nor the money. I just spent 83 bucks on 3 static-x tickets. Good thing they are one of my favorite bands.

This is my twelfth post.

korn, track 11, untouchables

I recommend any alcoholic slutty straightforward kind of girl to read Chelsea Handler's book My Life Horizontally because it is very inspiring. Also, for the regular person, it is absolutely hilarious. A collection of one night stands gone wrong , drunk adventures full of lies and liars and who doesn't want to read that! [I was only being 12% sarcastic because it's actually worth the read].
I used to be moderately annoyed by her show on television "Chelsea Lately" but now understanding the type of lady she was, it gives me a whole level of respect and admiration, as well as...well, you just have to read the book, it's crazy thinking about people living like that in all reality and I admit, it makes me slightly jealous [the alcohol not the men].

Anyways, I have to kill time so I can finally start writing my paper. Tomorrow, all sober and sane, I will most likely delete this post because it's stupid...but until then...

dick of the day

I wasn't exactly mean...but I might as well have been. And is it strange of me to feel bad, considering the circumstances?
The conditions of me getting my money back is to hang out with the ex. SO I bring over the most brutal show ever (Metalaco.) because he's into metal, should get a kick out of it. Slightly awkward, I am 'listening' to him even though I am mostly watching the show, besides how long can one listen to an ex talk about how much "fuckin beer I drink. oh god I party so much" etc. horrible etc....
He goes through 3 or 4 coors lite in the hour and perhaps half that I am there, really no big deal, but he turns to me and says "As you can see I drink a lot of beer"...as if I didn't pick up that little fact from the REST of the conversation. Eyeing his gigantic belly (=/ I know, what did I ever see in him?...honestly he was a sweet guy) I lean over and slap it and say "yeah I can tell."
Overdone? Out of bounds?
When I am out the door I say "See you next monday, when I drop off such and such movie [that he asked to borrow] and I pick up my next $100." And thus I leave. That's the only part I actually felt bad about...the fact that I leave on the note of "you still owe me lots of money so it looks like the only reason we are hanging out is for me to get paid" [kind of is], but he brings up the beer comment in a later text saying along the lines of "Don't worry I will sell that car and get your fucking money so you don't ever have to see my fat ass again."
Is he being a drama queen or am I really being a dick?

DO YOU FOLKS LIKE COFFEE?!

I watched Metalocalypse like 3 or 4 times yesterday. It was brutal. I want to show it to everyone I know. Friends. Family. Enemies. School mates. Future dinner. Past lives. Anyone who appreciates COMEDY and METAL!

this is all

live news coverage

"The teenagers of America kill hundreds of brain cells every weekend. The future, our children of today, no matter if they are dedicated college students, hard workers, or the average joe, engage in such recreational sports which include sex, drugs, and alcohol. One must wonder, if the previous generations involved themselves in such lewd behavior as much as this one. Was it just as luring a sport as it is now, these Smirnoff drinks and bowls of herb? And the music we hear on the radio, such artists as TOOL and Yeah Yeah Yeahs, with their unusual onstage antics and enticing lyrics, are probably not preventing this type of behavior also. These rock'n'roll bands, the sex appeal and ideas of independence and heartache, create the perpetual background noise that the young adults are never without. The invention of the ipod can allow them to be plugged into the music world twenty-four-seven, oblivious to the worldly going-ons.

Children of today, I ask you is it normal to care little about the future, but rather focus only on the present? The next school exam perhaps, or the next high, whether from life or chemical substances. Because this youth of ours is so fleeting, we figure that an open mind and an adventurous heart will allow us the time of our young lives, before submitting to the housewives, to the lawyers, to the offices and to the bills."

Oh em gee, TOOL is touring West Coast. Portland show December 5th!!! After seeing this concert, I can safely say I would be willing to die and still say I lead a fulfilling life. Except I'd rather not die and instead continue to witness many other concerts, but you know what I mean. I had an amazing weekend. The Pink Floyd lazer show was rad, the geometric moving images made me feel as if I was actually flying through tunnels and rolling around like a ball, instead of looking at a giant white domed ceiling while seated. This week should go by fast: no school monday [doctor's appointment], no school friday [teacher work day], no english wednesday and michael ian black show, work thursday...

I now have to stop procrastinating and start on my homework. adieu