tailofdogma

Throwing Axes at your Family Tree
[these entries were written separately while VERY inebriated both nights. As such, things like grammar, sentence structure, and perhaps even eloquence were sacrificed to give you the best update possible (I may have also begun to cuss for no reason tooapologies.). These are being posted merely for posteritys sake. That being said, please remember the misspellings are just another way of saying I love you. Also please keep in mind that my drunken rants are exactly that and should not be taken that far into heart. I may occasionally be insightful in my speech but most times its just the dry-rantings of someone who wishes he was more wet behind the ears. Apologies to everyone but Connor for these entries. There are jokes and inside things here that only he will get. Like dont bet anal and lose and life is a buffet.]

Part 1:

So here I am, in St. Paul. With a group of individuals that have never seen my particular style of drinking before, I might add. Slow and steady with the occasional guzzeling of a bottle of Baileys Irish Cream. Ive missed drinking with Connor and hearing his low voice explaining things that Ive missed. Ive missed meeting this group of people and Ive missed running into the Viet-cong at the Marshall Liquor store.

I must remember to add the amazing dave into my friends list as he can drink and he can keep going unlike most of Valley City. And dietcokeaddict as she drinks vodka on the rocks for reasons that I cant seem to fathom. But she canand good for her for being able to justify alcoholism. Mmmalcoholism. Speaking of which, no one here can do a proper waterfall but me apparently. I take great pride in the several middle-fingers I received while continuing my drinking. Just proving that Grand Forks is NUMBER ONE in binge drinking in the nation. God bless mommy, and daddy, and Jager. And how does the ND legislature handle this news, they approve a bill (yet to be signed by schaffer) to keep bars open til 2. Horay for saying one thing and doing another. Sometimes Im very amused by these crazy legislature-types and I like living in ND I mean, what?

It was completely and totally irresponsible to go to the cities today, but I love it anyway. I got my tax return, fuck my CIS test! Fuck my CIS assignments. Is this where I say I miss Angel and Mark and annoying girl? Didnt think so.

FUCK THE PIGS AND SCREW THE LIVESTOCK! Fuckers have done nothing but cause problems with our4 reality! They have to realize that we are ontop of the food chain and further more they are not.

Part 2:

Its Saturday Night now, my suburban youth!

Ate at a marginal Chinese-food restaurant. Good, not great. Egg rolls a little overdone. Went to the electric fetus and bought gifts. Mmmgifts. Gifts and the Bahaus building. Good times!

Went to a rap show/record release party for DoomTree (two rappers, one male and one female that can fucking rock it) at the Triple-Rock. Fucking rocked! Lots of angry rappers with politics in mind, very cool. Aparently its VERY common for twin-cities rappers to have politics involved or to have it be their base or theme. Good for them. We went to the earlier all-ages show which meant no booze. It would have been a little better with booze but not much methinks. I, however, was quoted as saying that I didnt want to go next door and get a beer. Met a fellow SG member, rocked out very heartily to the rock group that was between the rap groups (named The Plastic Constellations if you care, fuckers!), and overall had a blast. Connor and I then proceeded to go the Rockin Lobster or so we thought

Its closed now. Closed my home away from home, the love of my life, the one place in St. Paul that I REALLY FELT MATCHED MY PERSONALITY PERFECTLY FUCKING CLOSED! Ask me how I feel about this, I dare you! Ugh so we ended up mourning irish-wake style: we got drunk on guneiss and some mystery beer in an Irish pub a block away from the Xcel Center. Stole two glasses just because. Sometimes you just need to steal things from shitty bars youll never go to again in your life. This time was now. Made it back to his place and looked at the new cds wed collected this weekend.

Im going to forever miss the Lobster. Its a motherfucker, living here without you. Thinking about the good times, thinking about the bad. And I wont ever be the same.

Im starting to see what I would have become if the situation would have been differently and I would have moved down here. Listening to the hot MPR radio station, running from show to show, becoming a local, and realizing that these REALLY ARE rock-hard times. Theres a certain feeling of being here or at least a certain point of view that definitely comes across the these streets and its as clear from talking to its residents as it would be to see it spray-painted in letters 20 feet high. Things are much different than they are anywhere, especially GF.

Two jews walk into a bar. Michael Jackson. (no, Im not explaining this joke to you).

Dogs fuck the robo-pope, no fault of mine. Ive spent a fair amount of my time this evening looking back and looking forward to the future. What exactly am I doing? And if I got it all going my way, why am I such a fucking mess? Im trying to figure out those missing the Y chromosome, my schooling, and my situation this summer. With summer its basically the question of whether or not be enrolled for summer classes or just to take it off. If I take summer classes Ill get to the sophomore level, get more financial aid, and get further along. All depends on a few factors, I suppose. Or depends if I really feel ambitious. Whichever..

You crazy double-X chromosome-types. What am I ever going to do with you besides fall deeply and forever in love with you? Maybe Ill just catch a delicious bass and just call it good

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Part 3 (Jpo sobers up)

I hate driving on ice. I hate it more than my parents, which is quite impressive. Woke up confused in St. Paul and ate and drove back. A 4 hour drive turned into a 6 hour-one because of shitty roads. I'd rather fly than drive my car on ice. Made it back here and should be doing my CIS assignments but i'm too goddamn tired. Hmm... decisions decisions.