Just Another Manic Monday

Not got much to say right now. Actually I've got tons to say, but no inspiration to write about it. Which is kind of the point of this thing, that is, to write. In writing news, Scruffy got me the coolest pocket sized notebook for no reason yesterday. It's off-white with pieces of sushi with the name in english and japanese. It absolutely rules. Just like Scruffy does.

Sadly, there was no girlfight at the BJM show (see below). More on the whole BJM/Anton Newcombe phenomenon later. *cue girly giggles*

I made a scarf this weekend, it's cool. It's black with a basket weave sort of pattern. Totally simple, but it's nice and it was quick to make. I'm starting a hat tonight, so I'm going to a yarn store in Evanston to get... wait for it... yarn. I'm joining a group called Stitch'n'Bitch, and I'm really excited. They meet once a week in a coffee house, and that's cool. I need to get out more.

I got a cool springy bracelet at the MoMA this weekend, and I can't stop playing with it. It's essentially a slinky, and it's purple and I love it.

I was terribly disappointed by the lack of Sealab 2021 last night. On the upside, though, they played my favourite episode of Space Ghost Coast To Coast, so it was some consolation. Thom Yorke rules.

"I got a knife, I'm knifin' around. Cutcutcutcutcutcutcutcutcutcutcutcutcutcutcutcut"

*giggles inanely*

Best. Episode. Ever.

I've got tons of work to do, and no motiviation to do it. Bleh.

And this doesn't use message board tags like the, erm... message board. Angle brackets, damn you, angle brackets!!! Oh, and while we're on the subject, you have to hold down shift to make angle brackets appear. Otherwise you get , and . and those just aren't the same.

peace + love

Brian Jonestown Massacre

It's time to go and see them again! Yay! I wonder if there'll be a girl fight, like last time. That was so freakin' strange.

Last night was fun. Went to a Johnnie Walker tasting thing. Got v. drunk on free booze. I don't even drink whisky! But it was fun and it was good and there was sushi for dinner afterwards. So all in all, it was a good night. I'm really, really looking forward to the show tonight. They rock.

peace + love

So My Hair...

...is black and i don't like it.


So what colour next, hmm? Please, overflow the comments with colours.

So...

Yay for me. I'm a liberal piece of crap for my comments from last week.

Cowardly piece of crap couldn't even own his/her statement.

Bastard.

I-88 and I Have Broken Up.

Normally, I love I-88. I love it's two-laned beauty.

But it's all over now.

Last night, after having been at a gathering in which there was illegal substances present which would lend their scent to one's clothes, I decided to set the cruise control to the speed limit (a fairly speedy 65 mph). Not that I had partaken of said illegal substance, but I figured that getting pulled over whilst smelling of said substance would not be, to quote Martha Stewart "a good thing."

So after having driven for a good half hour or so, we start to reach civilization (or, close to it, I mean it's Aurora!) and I'm no longer the only car on the road, so I figure it's safe enough to speed. "Just as long as I'm not leading the pack," I think, "I should be fine." And I was, for awhile. We're almost to 294, and I'm thinking, "All right! Home safe." I'm in the center lane, and there's a bit of garbage on the road. A little blob of gray. Looks like newspaper, so I don't bother changing lanes, it'll go right under the car.

Or so I thought. The blob of gray? An opossum. I made eye contact with the opossum. And then freaked out. Fortunately, he didn't move, and went under the car, no problem. But it still managed to scare the living hell out of me. I mean, what the hell was an opossum doing, just sitting there in the middle of the center lane?!

So naturally, at this point, I'm a little shaken. I see the signs for the 294 interchange, and I breathe a sigh of relief. 294 has always loved me and would never plague me with woodland creatures. So I'm driving along and have to go between a panel truck and an SUV. I'm feeling a little nervous about this, as the lane suddenly seems too narrow. I grit my teeth and drive through and then the SUV starts to swerve into my lane.

"Motherf*cker!" I yell, and slam on the brakes. Fortunately the SUV quickly went back to his own lane, and there was no one behind me. I spent the rest of the drive home fighting off tears.

So that's it, 88, you and I are finished. I want my promise ring back.

Ooh, A Rare Saturday Post

So I'm at the library. Yay for me! We tried to go and see Godspeed You! Black Emperor, but unbeknownst to us, it was sold out. So we drove around looking for a video game that unbeknownst to us doesn't come out until April. Yay. But then!!! We found the martini glass toothbrush holder. It rules, and makes my life complete.

So that's where i'm at about now.

Peace + Love

And as always...

Eric rules.

More later...

Weird

I'm in such a strange mood right now, and that's all.

Oh, and here's us from last night

Well...

I'm feeling a bit better, now. I don't know why, but I don't want to jinx it by trying to figure out what it is, y'know? I'm dizzy and I know I should eat, but I have no appetite. And nothing sounds good, either.

And my brain isn't working correctly. It's saying "Let's stay home from work tomorrow and play video games!" Silly brain...

*sigh*

I'm so weary today. And scared. And just generally not happy with the state of the world today. I didn't want to watch what's his names address last night, but I did, and I wish I hadn't. It was such utter bullshit. His comments like "We have taken every step we could have to resolve this peacefully" and "Do not destroy your oil wells." It's so disgusting.

Oops.

Forgot to say Happy St. Patrick's Day.

Happy St. Patrick's Day.

Hmm...

I really don't feel like writing anything. I'm really in a bad mood right now. The rock star experiment didn't end up happening. I wussed out. :(

Bleh. I want to go home. Now.

Everybody's Working for the Weekend...

Yes. I know. So shoot me.

I'm really looking forward to this weekend. The weather is supposed to be quite nice and I've got two free days. Tonight we're going out to DeKalb to see Bicycle Day play. Tomorrow night I'm throwing my first ever Rock Star Experiment. More on that later... Sunday I'm hoping to go to the zoo, or at the very least do something outside. I'm soooooo happy about good weather and sun. Yay! Mom says that Dad is happy about the good weather too. Sometimes I suspect that we're a lot more alike than we realise.

Anyway, enjoy the weekend, I'll be back Monday!

Today Has Been A Pretty Good Day

I've spent entirely too much time posting on the Flaming Lips's message board. Mostly posting bad haiku. I did get a lot of work done though, and had a nutritious lunch. Go team Me!

Now I'm eating Jelly Belly jelly beans, and it occured to me that I'm not paying enough attention to them. I keep eating them and i'll eat one and completely miss out as to what flavour it was. Which is kind of the point of the things, so far as i can tell. I didn't miss the licorice flavoured one, though. Blech!

I'm So Manic

And it's all because of the weather. It's gorgeous outside and I totally want to go play outside. I nearly skipped work to go and walk around the zooooooo. And looked at all the aminals (delib sp.). *bounce,bounce,bounce*

Animals are cool. I want to go outside.

So I've Procrastinated...

I just don't know what to write. I had a good weekend. Friday night we watched a bunch of MythBusters. It was really cool and the two guys that do it are really funny. Six words. Pig. Stomach. Pop. Rocks. Carbonated. Beverage.

Need I say more?

Didn't think so.

Saturday morning was good. Cleaned the crap out of the bathroom. Ha. I made a funny. Yeh, I know, not really. But did the bathroom and the spare room and Scruffy did the kitchen and dining room and vacuumed the living room. So it's all shiny clean now.

Saturday night we went out with Scruffy's brother and his fiancee. We went to a Mongolian Barbecue and it was good. Well, once we got in it was good. We got there and were told it was a wait of an hour and twenty minutes, so come back in a half hour and we'd get one of those pager thingys. So we went around the corner and consumed some deliciously refreshing adult beverages. Then we went back and waited. And waited. And waited. And then got a seat! The line for the grill was long, but not insane, and we sipped soup as we waited. Their beer-cheese soup rules. Totally. Then after we ate we went back to their place and watched Goodfellas Actually I listened to more of it than watched, really. But it was good. And Gracie is the sweetest puppydawg in the whole world. I wants a doggy. Arf.

Oy. Enough of that.

Sunday we hung out for a bit, watched a movie by this guy. It was funny and strange. And Gene Wilder rocks my world. Then we went to the mall. I bought a bunch of overpriced cosmetics and such. Being a girl is fun sometimes.

Monday. Work was soooo busy. I did a bunch of documentation and found a bunch of things we're not using and could be that would be beneficial. And I did that alllllllll day long. It was boring but worth it. Went to Target and bought a pretty white wood filing cabinet thing. That I almost threw through the window. It took 2 friggin' hours to put together. And it's not like i'm not mechanically inclined, because I am. I've built lots of furniture. Like a futon. And a cupboard. And a couple of tables. I love putting crap like that together. But this thing was crap. I started it when Scruffy started watching Mulholland Falls and finished as the end credits started rolling. Bleh.

Today has been pretty good. I mean, you know it's going to be a good day when you show up and there's four boxes of Girl Scout Cookies on your chair.

Anyway, that's where I'm at...

Check Him Out!

e-prime

This be why i need to get a life, pronto.

Mon-kay!

The Sims

Yes, I'm slightly more than addicted to The Sims. It's kind of sad, really. Our routine around the house afterwork for the last few days (well, not yesterday as I was home sick) has been come home, eat, Scruffy plays Railroad Tycoon and I play The Sims. Until waaaay late into the night. But of course there's a half hour break in there for InuYasha, which is my other current addiction.

One might think I've become a geek... but then one probably doesn't know me that well.

Anyway back to The Sims. I was in a funny mood, so I decided to give the character I was playing a pornish name... Sindy. The mission was to get promoted, upgrade the house I was in, throw a ragin' party and move out with one of your roommates friends at a party. Well I had accomplished everything but the moving out. So I invited this guy "Bingo" over a few times, he became a "friend" so then I threw a big party and asked him to be my roommate. He said "I wouldn't want to move in with someone who has a house that looks like this." So I sold off nearly everything I owned to buy this heartshaped hottub that cost 10,000. It's called the Libidinex or something. Then I threw another party, but he thought I needed to make the party better. So I'm hoping that if I throw a good party and ask him he'll say yes. *crosses fingers*

So that's where I'm at...

Oh so sick.

i feel like utter crap. i'm going home early.

Why?

Why is it that I can never think of anything to write when I've got the opportunity to write, but yet, when I'm nowhere near pen or paper, my mind overflows with things to write/say? I know, I could sign up for audioblog, and I probably will, but it kind of defeats the purpose of writing in a blog. (not that it's not a great feature, because it is, I just don't want to have an audio only blog) I'm also afraid of being the sole writer in a band. Scruffy, only semi-jokingly, can't write because "[I've] taken away all of [his] teen angst." I, on the other hand, at 23, have pleeeeenty of teen angst. Which is sad, but hey... That makes me feel good on some level, taking away his teen angst, but at the same time, it's bad because I've never had to carry the writing of anything and that's a little daunting. I mean, how many times have I sworn here that I was going to write something every day? Three that I can think of, if not more.

So today I'm going to buy a handy-dandy notebook and a cool pen, preferably with purple ink and I will write something music related everyday. And, if that hasn't wrung me dry, wordwise, I'll publish something here that is more worthwhile than "God, today sucks."