|Mood:||amused and grossed out.|
ok, i've had two friends that have found used condoms in completely seperate classrooms. seriously, what's our high school's problem, they're too horny that they can't make it to the car? people work on those desks, i don't want some guy's sperm all over my project.
morale: our school's mascot should be the Contraceptives.
"Jessica Simpson--Dumb? Or just raised by poodles?"
HAHA! that really made my day! thanks, MSN Hotmail ad.
what's the deal with paris and nicky hilton? i'm trying to understand why everyone makes a big deal out of them, besides the fact that they're blonde and incredibly rich. ooh, so they're on a reality TV show, they have to shove their perfectly manicured hands up some cow's ass, whoopdy doo! people have been doing that for years, and you don't hear them bitching. they're clearly not very attractive (at least not to me, and i like blondes). they look like washed-up rich bitch crackheads. seriously. go to fashion detox or something, you're burning joan rivers' eyes.
after three hours, i realized i was wearing my boxers inside out. this amused me greatly. i mean, how dumb can i get?
|Mood:||from the top, please.|
if arnold schwarzeneggar wins, i'm going to laugh so hard. like, seriously. hold me down if that happens. how long would he be in there for, six years? if i wanted to go to the film school in USC, would he still be terminating it up?
fuck i'm pissed. the new katastrophy wife album's release date has been pushed back from October 6th to I'll-find-out-when-i-ask-the-moderator. i was REALLY looking forward to that album.
oh, and courtney love just got rushed to the hospital, possibly for a drug overdose. and HER new album's been pushed back. fuck. i was hoping she had cleaned up.
thank you zoe_trope for sending me a copy of the expanded PDKTF. i plan on putting the included sticker on my bass guitar.
speaking of which, this weekend i'm planning on buying my precious. guitar center prolly. wish me luck.
i'm rather bothered by the presence of this huge homophobic jock wearing a Nirvana t-shirt.
then again, i can't wait to see his reaction when he finds out kurt used to wear dresses.
Lollapalooza is today. Must resist urge to cry.
Despite the mass adoration (snicker) from thousands, Fur Mop has been put on hold, "on hiatus", whatever. We haven't checked it over with Caitlin our drummer, but Marzipan and I both agreed it was the best choice, since Caitlin doesn't have drums and probably won't have enough money to get them for a REALLY long time. The guitarist, Marzipan, has gone on to start a Christian-oriented band, while I've not quite fond anybody, though a project with D'ijon may be in the works. So...don't think I've gone away.
Being so inspired from visiting the small press/'zine section at the BIG powell's, I've also (yes, I've said this a million times) have decided to start up a 'zine. It'll be a bunch of random little journal entries and thoughts and notes and stuff that won't be available for online reading AKA they're not in my LJ. However, they'll probably cost $1.00. I'm looking forward to the project. Anyone interested in the idea?
the new and improved name for the band formerly known as Windowframe but now known as...
drum roll, please...
Same line-up (Marzipan on guitar, Oz on bass, Caitlin on drums), new structure and hopefully organization. That is all.
Sat around in my pajamas watching "Alice in Wonderland". Who has an active social life? Pickmepickmepickme!
|Subject:||This is about Pele.|
|Mood:||two hours 'till judgement.|
Janis Joplin Girl is:
the ink blue number on her hand
doesn't like the pretty
an Air Force base in Georgia
Abandoned metal shopping cart
the holes for thumbs
barcode tattooed neck
surprise birthday parties
But not me.
|Subject:||I'll Stick Around|
|Mood:||here we are now, entertain us|
"ABOUT A BOY: I like punk rock. I like girls with weird eyes. I like drugs. (But my Body And mind won’t allow me to take them). I like passion. I like playing my cards wrong. I like vinyl. I like to feel guilty for being a white, American male. I love to sleep. I like to taunt small, barking dogs in parked cars. I like to make people feel happy and superior in their reaction towards my appearance. I like to have strong opinions with nothing to back them up with besides my primal sincerity. I like sincerity. I lack sincerity ... I like to complain and do nothing to make things better. I like to blame my parents generation for coming so close to social change then giving up after a few successful efforts by the media & Government to deface the movement by using Mansons and other Hippie representatives as propaganda examples on how they were nothing but unpatriotic, communist, satanic, inhuman diseases. and in turn the baby boomers become the ultimate, conforming, Yuppie hypocrites a generation has ever produced."
Born on February 20th, 1964.