cassiopeia

I'm sick of working all the time and not having any time to sit and ponder life. And also not having any time to update.

I did get to go to Bento's in Columbus with my boy, truextilxdeath Tuesday night. That was fun. I met so cool people and got to see some others that I know and whom I ABSOLUTLY enjoy talking to. (Read as: Shabbydo and Prosiac_Muse ) Oh, and finally getting to meet and talk with NicoleLee was great as well. Some guys were break dancing in the corner there. Thinking they were hot shit. I SHOWED THEM THOUGH. I walked straight into their little circle, gave them the "watch this" look, and did the pee wee herman dance. They will never be the same again. You would think that was the highlight of the night, but no. You are wrong. After my other half and I left we drove behind Newport (a music hall with concerts of great artists sometimes) and I saw a tour bus with some kid, probably 20ish, getting off with a guitar. I stopped, rolled down my window, and asked him in my best "OMFG" voice if he was in a band. He said yes. I asked him which one. Ryan Cabrera or some shit like that. Well. I told him I've never heard of them before and asked if they were any good. He said pretty good. Then I was all like, "OMG, wait, isn't Ryan ASHLEE SIMPSON'S BOYFRIEND?!?! Is she IN there?!?! OMFG!!" Then proceeded to tell him that she had a big nose and I hope they dubbed the right tracks during their concert. Yeah. Good times.

I remember how my great-uncle Jerry would sit on the porch and whittle all day long. Once he whittled me a toy boat out of a larger toy boat I had. It was almost as good as the first one, except now it had bumpy whittle marks all over it. And no paint, because he had whittled off the paint.

My box is bleeding. I like watching it drip out. It's funny looking. Sometimes if I stand for too long during those amazing 4 days, my box starts to hurt really bad. I was telling my two best friends that today, one a girl, one a guy. Abbey knew exactly what I was talking about. Butt did not. So I tried to make him understand. I told him it feels like someone took a stapler and stapled my box lips together. Yeah. That's what it feels like. He said it might be the equivalent to blue balls. So guys, I want to know, is this what blue balls feel like? If not, tell me about it.


I have a new favorite color. Electric blue. My old favorite was yellow. Now I look at it and go, eh. Then I look at Electric blue and go, fuck yeah.

I just got done reading "Ghost World" comic book style. It's different from the movie. I like it. Speaking of comic books. I bought some at the thrift store the other day. This crazy looking one called "Hell Storm: Prince of Lies." The cover looked really cool, so I bought it. Haven't got to read it yet. I also found a Michael Jackson Thriller CD for $2.00. Go me.

Too bad you can't buy a voodoo globe so that you could make the earth spin real fast and freak everybody out.

Truextilxdeath and I are going to a Bayside and Hawthorne Heights concert on Tuesday at the Newport in Columbus. If anyone is going let me know and we can meet up. I promise you'll have fun.