happyfunball

He's back and he's got a new trick
Magical jrock is ten times as slick as the last time
The last time you saw him
Now you'll see why you really adore him

Man, its been a long time since I wrote any sort of normal update. Its strange, I've been working at work and haven't had the time to write anything. Oh boy, I have so much to say. Gather around children and sit a spell. Uncle jrock is going to tell you a story.

I think I'm building this up to be more exciting than it really is. Don't get your expectations up to high, this is my life we're talking about after all.

Let's see...I went to see the Yeah Yeah Yeahs on the 14th with Jen and Tom. I like the yyy's but don't listen to them very often, and I still haven't heard anything off their first cd except for that gold lion song. I mainly got the tickets because I thought it would be a fun time and because I knew Jen and Lisette liked the band. Unfortunately Lisette couldn't go because the show was on Good Friday and she felt it wouldn't be right to go to a concert on the day of Jesus's death. The rest of us sinners had no problems with going to a concert.

I met up with Jen and Tom at Jen's house and on we went to Chicago. We followed some google map directions to get the the Riv and got to take lovely 90/94 to the Riv. I don't understand why all these online map programs insist you take 90/94 for everyplace you need to drive in Chicago. Why do that when you can just stay on 55 the whole way there? Whatever, I don't know my way around Chicago enough to give directions around town, so we followed google maps. Anyway, we made it to the Riv just fine after some superb parallel parking by Tom. You should have seen it, his park job was a thing of beauty. Just ignore the 10 minutes of moving forward and backing up into the spot he did before he got it right ^_^.

We got in after the normal patting down you normally receive at rock shows (shhhh, don't tell anyone, but I had my pocket knife with me and got in just fine). The first "band" was playing when we walked out to the floor. It was just one guy with an acoustic guitar. Very forgettable. We grabbed some drinks and headed upstairs to see what's up. Ok, yeah, I have a little rant about the bar situation at the Riv. It sucks. Tom ordered a guiness which he got no problem. Jen ordered a vodka lemonade which she got no problem. I ordered crown on the rocks. Woops no crown. So I ask them what kind of whiskey they have and the only one I recognize is Seagram's 7. The rest, I don't know what they were, it was like bottle o' old gasoline and muubuutoo's fresh squeezed giraffe shit, or something. You have to be careful with whiskey. The good stuff goes down nice, the bad stuff goes down like broken glass and fire. What category did the Seagram's fall into? It was like drinking paint thinner I'd put in the microwave for 10 minutes. It was $8.50 for that piss too, and, even with a double, they hardly put any in my cup. Heh, its kinda funny that I complain about how bad it tastes and then go on to complain that they didn't give me enough . We sat down on one of the couches upstairs while coffeehouse acoustic dude finished playing. We talked, we laughed, we got some more drinks, and then we got seats.

The next band was called Blood on the Wall. I never heard anything by them before, and was surprised to see them when they first started playing. I thought they were the guitar techs when they first got on stage. It was the ratty t-shirt and jeans look they were sporting. They were entertaining enough I guess, they didn't really stand out too much in my mind. All I really remember about them was the guys voice was terrible and the drum kit had a unicorn and rainbow in space on it.

The band finished playing and I'm starting to feel pretty good. Jen makes up lyrics to some prince song and turns it into a song about chicken thighs and gravy fries and everything that rhymes with those. We talked about fat people having sex, nanner pudding, that awsome dude with the hawaiian shirt, asians...you know, the normal stuff. The yyy's come on stage just in time for my next drink to get delivered (Yay for me!). They were pretty good, even if they played mostly their new stuff which I am completely unfamiliar with. Karen O came out with this shiny gold outfit on and danced these crazy little dances. She really gets into the music when she sings. My favorite band member though, had to be the extra guitar player/keyboard player they had on stage. When they didn't need him for a song, he'd get on his knees near the keyboards and bob his head up and down until the song was over. All in all they put on a good show.

We made it out of the city with no problem. Tom and I even got to hear Jen sing some Journey on the way back home (Don't stop Beleeeeeivin'). We grabbed some Taco Bell and headed over to Tom's house to hang out for a few. I got to meet his parents, and his pets, and drink some nasty fruity flavored beer he had while hanging out on his back porch. It was warm too *puke*. We headed back inside to watch a little tv and while there Jen ripped out this fart that shook my chair from across the room. I'm so proud of her *hugs*. We eventually headed back to Jen's house and went our separate ways. It was fun ^_^.

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That weekend we had Easter at my parents house. So being the good son I am I volunteered to help clean the house. Mom tells me to clean the basement. *sigh* The dirtiest part of the house. My Saturday was spent cleaning. I did nothing but sweep and dust and mop. By the time I was finished you could eat off the floor. I wouldn't have recommended it though. If you got food on my nice clean floor after all the work I out into it, I would have taken you outside and curb stomped you.

The party started at 1 that Sunday. My cousin Martie decides to show up at 11. I'm still in my pj's waiting for the bathroom to open up so I can take a shower . Luckly for her she's one of my favorite cousins and she has a cute kid (even if he does seem to like to throw up on me when she puts him on my lap). She showed up with her roommate who I've met before and I suspect is more then just her roommate. From the way those two were acting together at the wedding reception and party I'd say my cousin has decided to see what it's like to bat for the other team. Just speculation at this time, but I'm pretty sure I'm right. My Moms side of the family is pretty liberal though, so if she ended up coming out of the closet at one of our family gatherings it'd probably be greeted with a "That's nice, can you pass me the potatos?" Then we'd all go on with our lives.

Anywho, it started pouring outside just in time for people to start showing up for the party. One of our cats lately has had this bad habit of trying to run out the door everytime someone opens it up. We can't let him outside though, because he's really dumb and wouldn't last a minute outside without killing himself. Well, this time he poked his head out the door while we were letting my Grandma in the house and my Mom gave him the boot outside while it's pouring. She figured it would dissuade from wanting to go outside anymore, but the plan backfired on her. He loved it. He was soaking wet in seconds and he was running all over our front yard with his tail up in the air. He'd be rolling around in the grass while there's thunderbolts and lightning (very very frightening to me, galileo galileo, galileo galileo, galileo figaro, magnificoooooooooooooooooooo). I eventually grabbed him and brought him back into the house. He didn't even bother shaking off or licking himself clean either. Its like he never even noticed he was dripping wet. He just sat down in his favorite spot and fell asleep.

It was sort of a brunch type meal instead of the regular dinner fair we usually have at these gathering. Grandma brought over a bunch of different breakfast casseroles that she loves to make. They're like entire breakfast meals in casserolle form. One of them was eggs, sausage, hashbrowns, and cheese. One of them was like a giant denver omlette. Finally my favorite is her french toast casserole. Its this syrupy, cinnamony, breadlike casserole thingy that's all sorts of delicious mixed together and served on a plate. There was ham and cheesy potato stuff my Dad likes to make, and, of course, a million desserts. My family looooooves dessert. By the end of the party we had more cheesecake and pie in our fridge then any one family should ever have. Surprisingly after everyone left we hardly had to clean up. We had a bunch of kids too. I think me setting up the ps2 and giving them my pile of games had something to do with them not making much of a mess. I have a bunch of games they're normally not allowed to play. What? God of War and GTA: San Andreas are good for kids! Good weekend, but anytime I get to spend with friends and family is good.

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....continue!

I worked this week, I worked a lot. I also got to bother Sabrina at the Romeoville building all week. That's always fun ^_^. Plus, I completely upgraded every single computer in Romeoville. There isn't a machine in that building that doesn't have the latest versions of everything important it needs to function. That should last about a week.

So Thursday comes around and I'm sitting at home bored. The house is all empty and quiet and I just sat in front of my computer trying to figure out what to do. Lo and behold a beacon of light illuminates my dark future. Jen is online and she suggests I come hang out over there. I initially said no because I don't like bothering people while they're busy with school work and all that. I quickly changed my mind though, because I was stir crazy in that quiet house and I needed to get out.

I zoom on over and Jen leads me up to the room. I come in and Lisette is busy reading in a text book and underlining stuff. Jen then sits down and finishes up some typing she had to do. Ah crap, they're doing homework. I sat down and tried not to be too annoying. Once they were finished one of them suggested food. They originally were going to go to the cafeteria and grab a bite, but why do that when they have access to a car with me around?

The food of choice? Hot wings. Onward to Buffalo Wild Wings!

*Zoooom!*

First off, a pit stop at Cold Stone next door to pickup a tub of birthday cake remix. Now to get some wings. That was the first time I ate at Wild Wings, and I must say, their wings are tastey. We got half with this garlic sauce stuff and the other half with mango habenero sauce. Both were good, but I'd have to say the mango was the best of the two. It was also damned spicy. It was one of those burns that doesn't hit you right away but throughout the coarse of the night my mouth was burning pretty fiercely. It's definitely good for cleaning out the sinuses.

Beware, the next few sentences are kinda gross.

Inevitably after drinking so much water during the night, I had to pee. I excuse myself and head to the bathroom. I open the door and am greeted by a sight I was hoping to never see in my lifetime. There is an older gentleman, I'd say in his upper 40's - 50's, peeing at one of the urinals. Now normally this would be a mundane sight in a public restroom. This guy though was not just using the urinal. Oh no! He was standing about 3 feet from the urinal, leaning back with his hands on his hips, his wang hanging out in full view of anyone who opens the door, peeing in the general direction of the urinal, and moaning loudly. I had a dilemma. I couldn't walk past him since there was no room behind him, and I'm not about to walk in front of him while he's doing his business. Or I can stand there until he's done. Either one wasn't an appealing option. I opted to stand there and it was one of the longest minutes of my life. This dude didn't care in the least that he was flapping his junk around while other people were in the room. Thank God he finished quickly. He didn't wash his hands though. I hope he wasn't sharing wings with anyone else.

All of us are now filled to the brim with spicy meat. Time for us to get back to the dorms to gorge on icecream. I had, also, never been to a Cold Stone before. So this was a tasty new experience for me. The icecream was very good. Very very good. Now that there's one over by the seven bridges theaters, I'm going to have to make it a point to see more movies this summer. We finished the night watching adult swim until Lisette was half asleep and Jen was yawning. I had kept them up too late and need to go before they forcefully pushed me out.

Fun night, until I got home. On the way to the front door I walked between one of the trucks in the driveway and this tree in our front yard. Little did I notice until it was too late, the spider web spanning the space I was about to walk. There is nothing worse then walking through a spiderweb at night. Spiders, or most creepy crawlies in general, don't normally bother me, but at night my brain conjures up horrible images of big bloated spiders crawling in my hair or down my shirt and it freaks me out. I know what those orb weaver spiders look like. They're interesting to watch during the day. A night though, get that shit off me.

*Whew*

I think that's it for now. I have a small rant about Karen to write about later, but I think I'll let that one stew a bit. I need to feel the bile before I can truly vomit forth what I feel about that woman. I also have a review of Silent Hill I'd like to write, maybe I'll do that tomorrow. Did it sufficiently represent the horrifying and disturbing atmosphere of the games? I have four words for you. Barbed Wire Rape Scene.