well, i'm back in the states.

i'm expecting the next month to be pretty much miserable, until i can move into my new house in bloomington (on august 7). none of my friends are around town during the summer, so it's me and my parents. [thus, i have a hidden and unhappy, tender, swollen septum piercing.] and i need to find employment, badly, and the only place that will likely hire me for such a short amount of time is steak 'n shit. ugh ugh ugh. and they keep telling me "oh, call back tomorrow, okay?" grrrrrr.

and it's finally dawning on me that i actually am single. sure, stephen and i are still good friends and all (best friends, even), but things are much more distant. i don't think i'll have much time to devote to a relationship this school year anyway, because it should be my last year of undergrad. [my french degree is actually done -- it has been since the end of fall semester. but i still need three more hours of math/science and an intensive writing course. and i have an italian minor to finish up. but, of course, i'm taking three grad-level french courses, because i just can't get enough. and i'm actually hoping to be able to teach 100-level french spring semester for tuition remission or some sort of deal.]

i say "should" because i'm trying to get into the BFA metalsmithing and jewelry design program... and i probably won't make the cut. but i'll be spending time working my ass off on projects for advanced metalsmithing, as well as revamping everything from my sophomore year for my BFA portfolio, as well as my portfolio for OCAC. [maybe i can finally move to PDX and put this fucking midwestern shit behind me! for a while, at least.]

but anyway. i'm hoping to be able to save whatever i'm not spending on rent/food/booze/cigarettes/sterling silver from whatever job i end up with in bloomington (if i can even find one) for new piercings and tattoos. but alas, a problem: lack of suitable facilities in bloomington. new breed, where i got my tragus pierced at the end of freshman year, is gone, and they were shit anyway. [the piercer gave me -- and a friend of mine, who got a monroe -- bad aftercare advice. luckily, i knew he was full of shit from all my talks with kikii at masoma, which i believe, sadly, is also out of business.] i refuse to go to skinquake, because of their skeezy reputation from their indianapolis locations. i guess i'll have to check out big red (not the liquor store), which i've heard is very good but pricey. i'm just really attached to the good people at metamorphosis. too bad neither i nor my roommate will have a car, and i wouldn't have the gas money to go to indianapolis every time i wanted something done anyway. le-fuckin'-sigh.

and i think in fall i might finally get off my ass and try to get something shot for SG. then i might finally be naked on the internet with the likes of the lovely Ireland_ and Symbidium, and join the ranks of the hopezillas.

i guess i'll go and watch the fireworks alone in a bit (and get eaten alive by mosquitoes). i watched a bit of the parade alone today, until the rain got to be too much. choice sighting: the county parks department's "lawn mower drill team." oh, and the juggling clown who dropped one of his clubs in front of a bunch of little kids and screamed "damn it!"

well, i think that about does it for now. maybe i'll catch some of you at Code Pink (if i can get my ass to chicago) or the Great SG Drunkening '08.

never mind that i dislike muse and i loathe metallica. i'm the "indé, post-punk" part of the dj team.

i love these things entirely too much.

wow.

this is what happens when i:

- finish my first semester exams in a foreign country (with a particularly horrendous italian lit oral, by the way);
- am expecting to receive french welfare soon, so i feel i can spend a few euros on myself; and
- get bored.



don't think the boy's too keen on it, but oh well. i am.

god fucking damnit.

i had just typed up a nice long post about (a) not getting laid for a whole four months and (b) my roommates wanting to throw things at SilverRevolver if they see him in our apartment ever again, but the idiotic french internet router disconnected me and i lost everything.

pretty much, the point of me posting was to share my new favourite music video:



proving, once again, that john darnielle is a fucking badass.

i'm back!

finally got internet at the french apartment. thank god.

so, Timber_ and PunkNiteMike came to see me at work tonight, and witnessed my antics at the beginning of what was a truly awful night of work. [to sum it up: i'm a server, not a fucking babysitter. and onion rings are not the only hot food we serve, thankyouverymuch.] they also got to see me in my steak 'n shake clown suit.

speaking of steak 'n shake, i've been spending a lot of time at the one up in noblesville. this is pretty fucking sad considering that i don't work there, but hey, they've got smoking hours. and a server who's willing to give me (and my pal fritz) free coffee. naturally, we usually end up tipping 100% (if not more) before we leave to go wander through the aisles at wal-mart like two bored teenage punks.

other than that, my fish is on drugs for fin rot, i'm going to the grand prix tomorrow (er, today), and i start work at the courthouse next monday.

i had some fun with one of those tag-engraving machines last night... and my favourite naughty word.

things that are greatly pleasing to me at the moment:

- after my first three nights back at the corporate greasy spoon, i've made $100 in tips.
- the above means that soon, that lollapalooza ticket will be mine.
- i just bought tickets to see mirah and laura veirs in chicago in two months. god damn it i'm going to fucking go. i probably won't get a hotel, though; it'd be more economical to drive back afterwards (ughhhhh). maybe it can fit in nicely with my trip to get my visa. *fingers crossed*
- charm school. it's so terrible it's awesome.