boundcreature

So, probably the biggest reason I will never be a DJ at the industrial night of any club is that I would, on every occassion put three Skinny Puppy cd's into the music playing machine and press random; and, whenever anyone raised a dispute about this or requested I play something different, I would be legitimately offended. On occassion, perhaps for holidays or for a manic fit of craziness, I would put in two Skinny Puppy cd's and one copy of "A Crime for all Seaons" by My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult. They would call me DJ Only-Plays-Fucking-Skinny-Puppy or
DJ Only-Plays-Skinny-Puppy-And-Sometimes-Thrill-Kill-Kult-Also. Regardless, I do not think I would be successful.

Went dancing at an industrial night with TheFullNelson tonight, ran into my amazon goddess Blondie the only girl I know who can look me in the eyes without standing on a chair. And also PopeTom and AegisWings felt like I hadn't seen anyone in a while. I missed that kind of music and dancing. Smooth sensous hip movements with violent arm motions. Discordant and yet somehow rhythmic music, an underlying electronic pulse and not one Postal Service song (not that I really dislike that Postal Service song, but can you imagine hearing the Postal Service after you've just heard Skinny Puppy; it'd be like letting your little sister punch you in the face right after Chuck Liddell knocked you cold -- but then again, The Postal Service is for sweater-wearing kids to cry to and Skinny Puppy is for leather-wearing kids to fuck to, neither is really bad).

Discussed matters that took place last night with a selection of my female friends as well as male friends and it appears that my female friends think I should apologise and my male friends cannot understand what the problem is. I, for my part, am confused and a bit upset. Being ignored blows and makes me feel like I'm in a high school relationship (not that I was ever actually IN a high school relationship, but I am approximating). I have resigned myself to the fact that this is the kind of thing that happens when you take a risk and date a girl who doesn't love Cradle of Filth.

I am experiencing a metal renaissance this month. It is glorious. Although, it's left me really wishing that Cradle of Filths last five cds were as good as their first five. But, life is full of dissapointments.

So yeah, this thing with the girl is bothering me. It's a little, tiny thing and I'm sure, at this point I have become a cosmic supervillain in her eyes and certain assholish people she hangs out with are trying to come up with ways to make me look way worse than I am so they can try to cuddle with her like they tried last time, but whatever.

I think she's cute as hell, sweet and considerate and has a great sense of humor, is perfectly cynical and a joy to hang around with, but one tiny miscommunication between us and I become the lord god of all assholes everywhere. All the good things you do become null and void instantly when you have the gaul to become frustrated with the way the other person does things.

(I am maybe, maybe a county clerk of assholes in this region, if anything).

Also, I'm trying to figure out a way to drop 2 of my classes, switch out of illustration as a major and still somehow get a degree. I'm gonna try to meet with an academic advisor tomorrow so wish me luck.