Monday, September 30, 2002
Server Crash
yep. my host died. temporarily up on blogspot again. so that means yer mom ain't working either. not to mention all my cute little linky things... so... yeah. i'll let you all know as soon as everything gets back in order.
sorry!
sorry!
Friday, September 27, 2002
Tuesday, September 24, 2002
I really want Dan to show me how to fix the garbage disposal.
The smell in the kitchen by the sink is getting pretty disgusting. ugh.
In case you haven't read my latest rant on bitter yet, there is a link. that basically sums up my mood for the evening. Rommel and Rick came over to try and drag me to $Buds, but it didn't work. Now I'm just kinda sitting here thinking about all the homework i should be doing. It's all Adolescent Studies' fault. We watched a 2 hour documentary on the school shooting in Oregon. Yeah, I cried. So did half the class. Just so sad... it makes me very frustrated with people. And with my feminine friends Paula, Mary and Sally... I accordingly got into it with a few of those choice people.
I didn't want the kid to go to jail. I mean... what does that do? Like he hasn't suffered enough already. Shoulda just let him kill himself. I just cannot get over it. If you don't know what I'm talking about... look it up- it'll be worth the effort. I just want to hold him.
In fact, that's it. I am in dire need of compassion. I need to be held. Or to hold someone and really feel it.
In case you haven't read my latest rant on bitter yet, there is a link. that basically sums up my mood for the evening. Rommel and Rick came over to try and drag me to $Buds, but it didn't work. Now I'm just kinda sitting here thinking about all the homework i should be doing. It's all Adolescent Studies' fault. We watched a 2 hour documentary on the school shooting in Oregon. Yeah, I cried. So did half the class. Just so sad... it makes me very frustrated with people. And with my feminine friends Paula, Mary and Sally... I accordingly got into it with a few of those choice people.
I didn't want the kid to go to jail. I mean... what does that do? Like he hasn't suffered enough already. Shoulda just let him kill himself. I just cannot get over it. If you don't know what I'm talking about... look it up- it'll be worth the effort. I just want to hold him.
In fact, that's it. I am in dire need of compassion. I need to be held. Or to hold someone and really feel it.
I'm not in Love with him... I am in Love with his charm.
The kid in front of me had something fuzzy in his hair... and I basically sat there staring at it for the first hour of class, imagining myself reaching over and flicking it.
productive, much?
productive, much?
Rebel Princess
First Try:
You are a quick-witted tough dame with a tongue of steel. This jaded, cynical outlook is your suit of armor worn to protect you from further hurt and mistreatment. You may have been burned in the past by a love. Though your history weighs on your mind, you still have a little bit of faith in love. Don't deny it, girlfriend! Let go of the past and move on, embracing life's possibilities. But being more optimistic doesn't mean you have to lose your wit or independence!
Second Try:
You have the heart of a rebellious teenage girl. In your struggle to assert your independence, don't forget all your family does for you. You might have materialistic tendencies. It wouldn't hurt to take stock of your possessions and give all the things you no longer use to Goodwill. Everyone finds your youthful, innocent good looks attractive, but remember that you have a mind (or at least a voice), too. You are totally in love with the sea and would do well with a man who also loves the outdoors.
Ain't that some shit?!?!?! I always wanted to be Ariel... but her description is kinda sucky. I'm glad I didn't get her first.
Sunday, September 22, 2002
Visual Orgasm
just go here. for those of you who are completely without culture... cirque is like a circus on acid. nothing but love.
::cue jaw droppage::
::cue jaw droppage::
14.4
yep. that's what our colorguard got at the competition. almost 2 points higher than last season's starting score.
::does cool colorguard instructor dance::
how ya like me now, biatch? hmmmmmn? I am so tired. But in the words of Dawnie Bears... I wouldn't have wanted to spend the day any other way. I hope you all have activities that make you feel as fulfilled I feel right now. My shoes and pants are soaked... my face is sunburnt, my hair is three shades of nastiness... but I feel like a million bucks. heh... too bad EVERYONE ELSE got paid before Dawn and I. Who's bitter? what?
in other news, t and I hung out friday afternoon and I have learned that:
1. It is NOT a shorter walk from Noodles to Lot 1.
2. Side-view IDs are just not cool enough for Liquor Warehouses.
3. The guys that work at the Liquor Barn, however, kick total ass and offered me fried chicken.
4. t + liz = craziness.
and then that night I went to the all-nighter and discovered a few things:
1. I easily could have made it into an acapella group.
2. I want to be a boy even more now, just so I could be in the Generics.
3. Kristy Yummycoochi was one bitch of a drag queen.
4. Butch lesbians, black jumpsuits, chains, belts and fake syringes are not enjoyable for me to watch.
5. I want to be a black boy even more than more so I can be on one of their step squads.
and finally... i went to beer pong for people who suck and found out:
1. I miss playing pong. A LOT.
2. Band parties aren't very fun if you aren't in the band.
3. My ex-roommate was bi.
4. I'm pretty when I'm drunk.
::does cool colorguard instructor dance::
how ya like me now, biatch? hmmmmmn? I am so tired. But in the words of Dawnie Bears... I wouldn't have wanted to spend the day any other way. I hope you all have activities that make you feel as fulfilled I feel right now. My shoes and pants are soaked... my face is sunburnt, my hair is three shades of nastiness... but I feel like a million bucks. heh... too bad EVERYONE ELSE got paid before Dawn and I. Who's bitter? what?
in other news, t and I hung out friday afternoon and I have learned that:
1. It is NOT a shorter walk from Noodles to Lot 1.
2. Side-view IDs are just not cool enough for Liquor Warehouses.
3. The guys that work at the Liquor Barn, however, kick total ass and offered me fried chicken.
4. t + liz = craziness.
and then that night I went to the all-nighter and discovered a few things:
1. I easily could have made it into an acapella group.
2. I want to be a boy even more now, just so I could be in the Generics.
3. Kristy Yummycoochi was one bitch of a drag queen.
4. Butch lesbians, black jumpsuits, chains, belts and fake syringes are not enjoyable for me to watch.
5. I want to be a black boy even more than more so I can be on one of their step squads.
and finally... i went to beer pong for people who suck and found out:
1. I miss playing pong. A LOT.
2. Band parties aren't very fun if you aren't in the band.
3. My ex-roommate was bi.
4. I'm pretty when I'm drunk.
Tuesday, September 17, 2002
ugh?
My brother has recently put this quote into his AIM profile:
"Hondas are like tampons... every pussy has one."
And quite frankly, I don't know what bothers me the most about this:
- the fact that he is using a metaphor as vulgar as this
or
- the fact that I thoroughly agree with his statement.
"Hondas are like tampons... every pussy has one."
And quite frankly, I don't know what bothers me the most about this:
- the fact that he is using a metaphor as vulgar as this
or
- the fact that I thoroughly agree with his statement.
Skool Surrealism
My classes this semester are very, very strange. I love them to death... but I highly doubt anyone in their 4th year outside of Family Studies could really ever dream of taking some of the courses I do.
Adolescent Development: Yay! I finally got into the ONE class at UMD that has anything to do with what I want to focus on when I get to grad school!! ::drool:: It only meets once a week, but that 2 1/2 hours of teen angsty goodness is quite sufficient, thank you.
Delivery of Human Services to Families: Ok, ok, the teacher is a bit dry and sleep-inducing... but the subject matter will be very cool (once she gets past all the review). This is going to be important for me because it explains how social work, counseling and outreach programs work and what type of job will suite me best when I get to work out in the field. How many of you get to study the careers and theories of the unsung heroes that help our less fortunate families? Shut the fuck up... you are all ungrateful and self-centered bastards.
Intermediate Writing: Yes... this is an elective and really does nothing for my major at all... but I feel as though it is obvious as to why I am enrolled. I feed off of it.
Couples in Relationships: I know! Isn't it crazy that I actually get credit for sitting around and talking about love and sex all day? heh. But this is already starting to get to me because a lot of the activities allow you to relate the concepts to your own relationship... and well... you all should know I don't have that privilege at present. And yeah... being reminded of that whenever I sit down to do my work... it makes me sad. But I am learning a lot.
Intergenerational Aspects of Families: This is what is going to really fuck me up. The whole course is designed to help you come to terms with your family of origin... and learn to use your experiences in a positive way and not to let your old problems and situations you had growing up cause problems in your life now.
It just blows me away how people can spend these 4 or 5 years at college memorizing formulas and vocabulary words... and really never learn how to think or interpret for themselves. If nothing else, my college education has helped me realize who I am as a person and helped me solidify the way I want to live and the things I believe in. Those of you who just go through the motions to make a crap load of money and prove your superior intelligence by quoting books really make me sad. That's not what life is about. That's just the surface level bull doo doo that this society has created to mask the real issues and importance of existence. Stop complaining about shit that you don't use to your advantage. You CHOOSE how you use what is offered to you and you CHOOSE how you react and relate to things.
I, myself, hafta remember that a little more. The only thing I really have any control over at all is myself. My emotions, my mind-sets, my body... I will never stop helping others and trying to be there for them... but I need to pay more attention to my own growth and development. I'll get more fulfillment out of everything when I do. So if all of a sudden, I am a little less sympathetic... or slightly preoccupied to the point where I can't sit and bitch and whine and spew of all things negative... don't get upset with me. I'm tryin to stay on the flipside. the woo woo, happiness side.
Join me?
Adolescent Development: Yay! I finally got into the ONE class at UMD that has anything to do with what I want to focus on when I get to grad school!! ::drool:: It only meets once a week, but that 2 1/2 hours of teen angsty goodness is quite sufficient, thank you.
Delivery of Human Services to Families: Ok, ok, the teacher is a bit dry and sleep-inducing... but the subject matter will be very cool (once she gets past all the review). This is going to be important for me because it explains how social work, counseling and outreach programs work and what type of job will suite me best when I get to work out in the field. How many of you get to study the careers and theories of the unsung heroes that help our less fortunate families? Shut the fuck up... you are all ungrateful and self-centered bastards.
Intermediate Writing: Yes... this is an elective and really does nothing for my major at all... but I feel as though it is obvious as to why I am enrolled. I feed off of it.
Couples in Relationships: I know! Isn't it crazy that I actually get credit for sitting around and talking about love and sex all day? heh. But this is already starting to get to me because a lot of the activities allow you to relate the concepts to your own relationship... and well... you all should know I don't have that privilege at present. And yeah... being reminded of that whenever I sit down to do my work... it makes me sad. But I am learning a lot.
Intergenerational Aspects of Families: This is what is going to really fuck me up. The whole course is designed to help you come to terms with your family of origin... and learn to use your experiences in a positive way and not to let your old problems and situations you had growing up cause problems in your life now.
It just blows me away how people can spend these 4 or 5 years at college memorizing formulas and vocabulary words... and really never learn how to think or interpret for themselves. If nothing else, my college education has helped me realize who I am as a person and helped me solidify the way I want to live and the things I believe in. Those of you who just go through the motions to make a crap load of money and prove your superior intelligence by quoting books really make me sad. That's not what life is about. That's just the surface level bull doo doo that this society has created to mask the real issues and importance of existence. Stop complaining about shit that you don't use to your advantage. You CHOOSE how you use what is offered to you and you CHOOSE how you react and relate to things.
I, myself, hafta remember that a little more. The only thing I really have any control over at all is myself. My emotions, my mind-sets, my body... I will never stop helping others and trying to be there for them... but I need to pay more attention to my own growth and development. I'll get more fulfillment out of everything when I do. So if all of a sudden, I am a little less sympathetic... or slightly preoccupied to the point where I can't sit and bitch and whine and spew of all things negative... don't get upset with me. I'm tryin to stay on the flipside. the woo woo, happiness side.
Join me?
Monday, September 16, 2002
Don't Hate.
Harry Potter and the Sorcerers' Stone is one mother of a good movie. However... I have watched it almost continuously since I purchased it back in July and well...
my VCR just ate it.
::cries::
my VCR just ate it.
::cries::
Twilight Zone.
crazy weekend. crazy.
Friday night started out with PB's second home game (and our second performance) of the season. Now, don't get me wrong, they improved a LOT. But it would just be so nice if we could go out there and kick a little ass for once. After last week's fiasco, however, I could not be happier at the progress the band and guard have made.
After the game was over, my favorite staff members and co. went over to Bennigan's for some of the ol' Irish brew. Only not. Instead, three of us got one of their Paddy O' Punches. That's 2 pints of green, pineapple goodness. EACH. Yeah. It was yum. Then we did some amazing automobile parking acrobatics and I eventually headed solo over to my bud, Casey's party. She was having the party at my other friend Brett's place. I didn't even know that the two of them knew each other. Yes. Small, incestual world. My roommate, Joe, also made an appearance. twilight zonish? oh, just wait.
Saturday began with the worst 4 hours I have ever spent at PB. I have been running around like a chicken with my head cut off since school started, and my body was getting royally pissed-the fuck-off at me. After practice Dawnie Bears and I went grocery shopping and the self-check-out thing did not like me at all. bastard. Anywho... after all that nonsense... I showered and tried to get things going for disappointed idealist ::plug plug:: and got really sick. the kind of i-want-to-cut-off-my-nose-so-the-boggers-go-away-and-numb-my-entire-body-so-the-aching-stops-and-die-so-the-dizziness-will-end sick.
So I spent the rest of the evening in this state, watching the terpies get ass-raped by FSU. After the game was over, I figured I should at least make an appearance at Andy's burfday party. So Kinya and I went over there and played Taboo with Woody, Stephanie and Michelle N. It was OA goodness. I miss them. It was a shame that Marib was MIA. Anywho. We were gonna jet and head over to Dre's place for some party-party and then to some frat that Kinya wanted to hit up. Too bad I barely made it to the car and started gagging. Then I fell asleep in the car while Kinya fended off the freshies at Wawa.
So she took me home.
I get home and the roomies are all chillin together and watchin' Office Space with some of their friends. Joe invited me to chill and of course, it looks like i don't want to because i'm sick and dying and wanting my pillow. So after the movie ends, I head out there to make some tea. And to my surprise, a few of the guests wanted some as well. It was weird. I was expecting them to make fun of me for drinking tea.
And then...
we all stayed up talking until 9am.
it was so wonderful. i don't even know how to sum it all up. no uncomfortable silences, no nastiness... just delicious, honest convo. I opened up a lot to Joe and I think I made 3 other new friends. It was cool.
A Breakfast Club tea-party, if you will. I will never think of that movie or Good Will Hunting in the same light ever again. Thanx to Sammy, Allison, Ryan and Joe. mwah!
Friday night started out with PB's second home game (and our second performance) of the season. Now, don't get me wrong, they improved a LOT. But it would just be so nice if we could go out there and kick a little ass for once. After last week's fiasco, however, I could not be happier at the progress the band and guard have made.
After the game was over, my favorite staff members and co. went over to Bennigan's for some of the ol' Irish brew. Only not. Instead, three of us got one of their Paddy O' Punches. That's 2 pints of green, pineapple goodness. EACH. Yeah. It was yum. Then we did some amazing automobile parking acrobatics and I eventually headed solo over to my bud, Casey's party. She was having the party at my other friend Brett's place. I didn't even know that the two of them knew each other. Yes. Small, incestual world. My roommate, Joe, also made an appearance. twilight zonish? oh, just wait.
Saturday began with the worst 4 hours I have ever spent at PB. I have been running around like a chicken with my head cut off since school started, and my body was getting royally pissed-the fuck-off at me. After practice Dawnie Bears and I went grocery shopping and the self-check-out thing did not like me at all. bastard. Anywho... after all that nonsense... I showered and tried to get things going for disappointed idealist ::plug plug:: and got really sick. the kind of i-want-to-cut-off-my-nose-so-the-boggers-go-away-and-numb-my-entire-body-so-the-aching-stops-and-die-so-the-dizziness-will-end sick.
So I spent the rest of the evening in this state, watching the terpies get ass-raped by FSU. After the game was over, I figured I should at least make an appearance at Andy's burfday party. So Kinya and I went over there and played Taboo with Woody, Stephanie and Michelle N. It was OA goodness. I miss them. It was a shame that Marib was MIA. Anywho. We were gonna jet and head over to Dre's place for some party-party and then to some frat that Kinya wanted to hit up. Too bad I barely made it to the car and started gagging. Then I fell asleep in the car while Kinya fended off the freshies at Wawa.
So she took me home.
I get home and the roomies are all chillin together and watchin' Office Space with some of their friends. Joe invited me to chill and of course, it looks like i don't want to because i'm sick and dying and wanting my pillow. So after the movie ends, I head out there to make some tea. And to my surprise, a few of the guests wanted some as well. It was weird. I was expecting them to make fun of me for drinking tea.
And then...
we all stayed up talking until 9am.
it was so wonderful. i don't even know how to sum it all up. no uncomfortable silences, no nastiness... just delicious, honest convo. I opened up a lot to Joe and I think I made 3 other new friends. It was cool.
A Breakfast Club tea-party, if you will. I will never think of that movie or Good Will Hunting in the same light ever again. Thanx to Sammy, Allison, Ryan and Joe. mwah!
Saturday, September 14, 2002
Technical Bull Doo Doo
Ok, so I'm struggling. I'm sorry if the archive stuff is fucked up... just gimme some time. For now, our football team just bit the big one and I had a gawd awful day at work. The site must wait. Beer takes top priority.
good night.
good night.
Thursday, September 12, 2002
really. just stop all of the thoughtful and creative feedback. i'm going to OD on shout outs. i'm serious. just stop. get out of here.
fuckers...
readin' my shit and then not even acknowledging the fact that you were here?! moochers!! and some of you don't even IM me anymore... let alone talk to me in person.
why can't you just share some of the love? i'm givin you my everything, here!
::tear::
fuckers...
readin' my shit and then not even acknowledging the fact that you were here?! moochers!! and some of you don't even IM me anymore... let alone talk to me in person.
why can't you just share some of the love? i'm givin you my everything, here!
::tear::
Monday, September 09, 2002
*side notes*
I miss you, Woody.
i truly believe that pajama pants should be acceptable and even encouraged day-wear.
i really miss working at starbux. it would be grand if Woody could come visit me while i was working at starbux. yes.
i truly believe that pajama pants should be acceptable and even encouraged day-wear.
i really miss working at starbux. it would be grand if Woody could come visit me while i was working at starbux. yes.
Sunday, September 08, 2002
Pillow Talk
mmmmn.
have you ever known someone that just seems to feed off of self-indulgent discussion??
yes you have. if you know me, anyways. ::wink::
it's gonna be a good day. goin' home... hittin up a movie wif my mommy... dreaming away a few hours in B&N with some form of caffinated coffee-type beverage... planning out my audition for ::cough::
it's going to be a liz day. i'm not doin shit for anyone else. just me.
SO THERE!!!
have you ever known someone that just seems to feed off of self-indulgent discussion??
yes you have. if you know me, anyways. ::wink::
it's gonna be a good day. goin' home... hittin up a movie wif my mommy... dreaming away a few hours in B&N with some form of caffinated coffee-type beverage... planning out my audition for ::cough::
it's going to be a liz day. i'm not doin shit for anyone else. just me.
SO THERE!!!
Wednesday, September 04, 2002
Back into the Swing...
yep. busy-as-fuck time!!
PB is startin to go into full swing... which means after school and work... i will be there until 8 or 9pm every night. i am so tired.
im sorry.
no blog love for u.
sniffle.
PB is startin to go into full swing... which means after school and work... i will be there until 8 or 9pm every night. i am so tired.
im sorry.
no blog love for u.
sniffle.
Monday, September 02, 2002
I Don't Care How Many Times I Post Today... So Shut Up!
congratulations... you are liz's new theme song.
"For Me This Is Heaven"
-Jimmy Eat World
The first star I see may not be a star.
We can't do a thing but wait.
So let's wait for one more.
The time such clumsy time in deciding if it's time.
I'm careful but not sure how it goes.
You can loose yourself in your courage.
The mindless comfort grows when I'm alone with my 'great' plans.
This is what she says gets her through it:
"If I don't let myself be happy now then when?"
If not now when?
When the time we have now ends.
When the big hand goes round again.
Can you still feel the butterflies?
Can you still hear the last goodnight?
Close my eyes and believe wherever you are, an angel for me.
"For Me This Is Heaven"
-Jimmy Eat World
The first star I see may not be a star.
We can't do a thing but wait.
So let's wait for one more.
The time such clumsy time in deciding if it's time.
I'm careful but not sure how it goes.
You can loose yourself in your courage.
The mindless comfort grows when I'm alone with my 'great' plans.
This is what she says gets her through it:
"If I don't let myself be happy now then when?"
If not now when?
When the time we have now ends.
When the big hand goes round again.
Can you still feel the butterflies?
Can you still hear the last goodnight?
Close my eyes and believe wherever you are, an angel for me.
Word of the Day:
situatified. sit-u-ate-if-eyed.
noun. 1. the act of being situated 2. really loaded up on purple crack 3. i dunno, i ain't got nothin.
to be used in situations like:
AmngStarz: exactly
AmngStarz: ok, gimme some time to fart around here a bit
SuspectRed: thats fine
SuspectRed: i gotta get organized too
AmngStarz: i'll im you when im all situatified
SuspectRed: IM me when you're gonna leave.
SuspectRed: lol
SuspectRed: ok
noun. 1. the act of being situated 2. really loaded up on purple crack 3. i dunno, i ain't got nothin.
to be used in situations like:
AmngStarz: exactly
AmngStarz: ok, gimme some time to fart around here a bit
SuspectRed: thats fine
SuspectRed: i gotta get organized too
AmngStarz: i'll im you when im all situatified
SuspectRed: IM me when you're gonna leave.
SuspectRed: lol
SuspectRed: ok
UMBC
Yesterday was absolutely phenomenal. Aside from when I broke the house, of course (tee hee). I just want to say that electricity is a very important and powerful part of our lives and we should all learn to love, honor and respect it with all of our hearts and souls. The electrician doode just came over about and hour ago to fix things for us. All he did was flip a switch.
... talk about embarrassing.
He did exactly what Dan and I did yesterday for like an hour!! Of course, when he does it, it's like the hand of God coming down upon our faces... "And on the eight day he created electricians for morons who can't even flip a switch back on correctly..." SLAP!
Anywho, after that little fuse incident, 2020 Evansdale Drive had it's first of few house meetings with the Fantabulous Five. It was very informative... and very cute. But here is where the fun stuff starts!! After a delectable lunch with Madame Kinya, discussing the drama of the moment with her Kenyan Crew and my Dramalicious Dorks (side note: my pasta salad was fucking BOMB), I decided to head on up to Bmore for some UMBC lovin from two of my favorite guyz.
I love me some Jason Chen. This boy is so adorable and cute in that "i am a slacker - love me for it" kinda way. Somehow I spent over 4 hours just chillin' with this kid... and it felt like five minutes. Let's just refer to him as "Secret Retard," because that is the role he will be playing in our band.
Yes. You read that correctly. OUR BAND.
We have a band. Kinda sorta. ROFL LOL LMAO oh! oh! hahahahaha. Right. We played together for a while... and I actually sang in front of him. And to tell you the truth... it wasn't scary at all! It was freeing and wonderful and I'm so excited!! I mean, I was really nervous. And I know I did not sing as well as I could have... but we really didn't sound that bad. He is amazingly patient and accepting. Such a good gheetar boy. And when he sings... hehe... he gets this scared little look on his face like he doesn't know what's going to come out of his mouth...
"I'm shy... it's hard for me."
Adorable. I cannot believe I even entertained the idea of persuing this without him. We even did our first rough recording of Dashboard's Swiss Army Romance. And doode... lemme tell you... we are already better than some of that Shitty McShit Shit that college kids put out there as "music."
Rock Starz.
Our music taste is very, very similar. To the point where it gets kinda scary. I just... this boy is gonna do good things. Even if he is a complete moron.
"Yeah, yer laughin' at yerself because yer a moron!"
"I should just stop talking."
We both want to be Howie Day. Well, no. That's not right. He wants to be Howie Day and I want to do Howie Day... but for the same reasons. ::cough:: We are writing him a song:
... talk about embarrassing.
He did exactly what Dan and I did yesterday for like an hour!! Of course, when he does it, it's like the hand of God coming down upon our faces... "And on the eight day he created electricians for morons who can't even flip a switch back on correctly..." SLAP!
Anywho, after that little fuse incident, 2020 Evansdale Drive had it's first of few house meetings with the Fantabulous Five. It was very informative... and very cute. But here is where the fun stuff starts!! After a delectable lunch with Madame Kinya, discussing the drama of the moment with her Kenyan Crew and my Dramalicious Dorks (side note: my pasta salad was fucking BOMB), I decided to head on up to Bmore for some UMBC lovin from two of my favorite guyz.
I love me some Jason Chen. This boy is so adorable and cute in that "i am a slacker - love me for it" kinda way. Somehow I spent over 4 hours just chillin' with this kid... and it felt like five minutes. Let's just refer to him as "Secret Retard," because that is the role he will be playing in our band.
Yes. You read that correctly. OUR BAND.
We have a band. Kinda sorta. ROFL LOL LMAO oh! oh! hahahahaha. Right. We played together for a while... and I actually sang in front of him. And to tell you the truth... it wasn't scary at all! It was freeing and wonderful and I'm so excited!! I mean, I was really nervous. And I know I did not sing as well as I could have... but we really didn't sound that bad. He is amazingly patient and accepting. Such a good gheetar boy. And when he sings... hehe... he gets this scared little look on his face like he doesn't know what's going to come out of his mouth...
"I'm shy... it's hard for me."
Adorable. I cannot believe I even entertained the idea of persuing this without him. We even did our first rough recording of Dashboard's Swiss Army Romance. And doode... lemme tell you... we are already better than some of that Shitty McShit Shit that college kids put out there as "music."
Rock Starz.
Our music taste is very, very similar. To the point where it gets kinda scary. I just... this boy is gonna do good things. Even if he is a complete moron.
"Yeah, yer laughin' at yerself because yer a moron!"
"I should just stop talking."
We both want to be Howie Day. Well, no. That's not right. He wants to be Howie Day and I want to do Howie Day... but for the same reasons. ::cough:: We are writing him a song:
To Howie:
You are my hero
So what kind of drugs do you do…
But you are the inspiration
All flustered and stupid
You are a cool guy
I’m trying but you aren't working with me here
What are we focusing on?
What about him?
This is all you…
To Dave:
While we were lookin' up music to do and lyrics for me to read, I also had fun getting Jason in trouble with his people over IM. I even got to talk to the inspiration behind this little ditty:
To Allen:
We had a lot of fun. And we better do it again. I KNOW YOU ARE READING THIS, PUNK! YOU HEAR ME?!?!?! WE ARE DOING THIS AGAIN, YOU FLAKE!!
As you can tell... this song will be an instant classic.
We also discussed our mutual adoration for Dave
... I guess you don’t appreciate that too much
They are weird.
You weren’t supposed to say that!
Usually they just get very upset with us.
He’s not much of a guitar player but he knows his chords.
I love you
Will you marry me
Our pants are off
Girl in the green jacket… I love you
Call me!
Mwah. My car didn't get stolen.
I think my heart did, though. :)
Stop #2 for the night was Mike Johnson's joint. I think I went up there around 9:30/10pm... somethin like that. And, man. Totally different environment... but totally just as fun. We watched the end of Full Metal Jacket (yes, drill Sergeant!), ate some soup, farted around, whitnessed some high-quality drama, and I learned that I am actually pretty good at ping pong.
These little baseball boyz... (alright, alright... so they weren't little at all... ::cough::) are so cute and cuddly in that "i'm a big tough man" sort of way. Mmnn........
Sorry, side-tracked.
Ahem. They have some MAJOR drama. Geeze. It made me feel so simple andwonderful being around these people because for once - I didn't have any stupid shit to deal with!! There was yelling, phone calls, drunken IMs, eggings, ping pong, and Rocky. Nothing but love. Cannot wait to do that again. Mike is so clean and good, he's just like my brother. And he finds the most retarded things to be funny. Very amusing to whitness. I hope his girl issues work out. heh. QT.
Aight. Consider yourself Blogged. ::slurp::
Sunday, September 01, 2002
Well... Maybe Not Goodnight
your wings just move too fast
even though i can't see them
i know that they are there
you are just a humming bird
... angel
even though i can't see them
i know your wings are there
you're flying so fast
it's like you're hovering in love
you're like my dreams that flew away
and never bothered to stay
or come
true
i see you every
so often
you come to check on me
you stay - just long enough
to get - my hopes up
you know my secrets
they float on the wind of your wings
but you won't tell me yours
your wings are mysterious things
you're just a humming bird
... angel
even though i can't see them
i know that they are there
you are just a humming bird
... angel
even though i can't see them
i know your wings are there
you're flying so fast
it's like you're hovering in love
you're like my dreams that flew away
and never bothered to stay
or come
true
i see you every
so often
you come to check on me
you stay - just long enough
to get - my hopes up
you know my secrets
they float on the wind of your wings
but you won't tell me yours
your wings are mysterious things
you're just a humming bird
... angel
The Anti-Party.
I hit a new low tonight. I mean, don't get me wrong here... I had a very long day today after one very long ::hehe:: night. It's perfectly acceptable that I am tired, cranky, upset at my Terpies, and not in the mood to party with a bunch of people I don't know. The embarrassing part of this little scenario, though, is that the party is in my own house. Yep. I am now that roommate that just sits in their room and avoids the pleas of their roomies to come join the party. I wish I could just have my shit together so I mad a better first impression on the guys... but I have a feeling that they might think of me as a quiet, shy and even withdrawn individual. While there is nothing wrong with being this way... those of you who know me I am sure giggle out loud when you think of me being "shy and quiet."
sigh. i avoided answering all my IMs tonight too. sorry to those of you who may have taken that personally.
but there ain't nothing i can do. everybody has their moments.
nite nite, love.
sigh. i avoided answering all my IMs tonight too. sorry to those of you who may have taken that personally.
but there ain't nothing i can do. everybody has their moments.
nite nite, love.
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