tds

This past week as been an adventure. I'm pretty sure, like 75%, that i mean that in a positive sense. At least the first half of the week was, because things worked out better than i could have hoped.

Catagogo, passion, & Omeganightmare all helped me get down to the LC, & i can't thank them enough. Things worked out well, i think, aside from the hideous mix Cat made. I'm not just saying that; it was staggeringly awful. I told her as much. Anyway, the drive went really well, i though, aside from the gas station that didn't take credit cards (the fuck is that about? Stupid hippie fucking gas stations). Under different circumstances, i'd love to legit road trip with them sometime. As it was, i had to get home, which was fine. And despite what the ladies will say, it's not a fucking creepy house in the middle of nowhere. It's a beautiful house in the middle of nowhere. Their fearful panicking was a thing of beauty, though. But i love the three of you, & if you ever need anything, let me know. Except for organs.

After getting home, the initial "Welcome Home" thing went for about a day & a half. Then it just got back to the very loose definition of normal that it'd always been. All the rooms in the house have heat but mine, & as i'm writing this in said room i'm fucking cold. I was honestly a little more stoked to see the grandparents & the animals than my immediate family, because honestly they're boring enough to have really changed in the last few months. The dogs & cats were good, by the way. As was the pet goat. Yes, there's a pet goat, who is treated like a dog instead of a goat like the other goats. His name is Fabio. He eats cat food, & yes i know that's sort of fucked up.

So the day came, & the parade started...Look, i dare someone to defend this parade this year. No good balloons because they were afraid of the wind, extraordinarily shitty Broadway pimps, & Meredith Vierra, who looks like a skankier version of Couric. Waste of fucking time, just a four hour piss break. I of course was getting yelled at by my mom & sister for pointing all this out during the damn thing. And on a side note, who wasn't hoping a sniper would pick off Barry Manilow? It'd be a mercy killing. As the day dragged on, things got weirder. I was happy, though, because i wore my Lou Reed shirt to dinner, & am easily amused. My grandmother thought it was Criss Angel. I also got slightly inhebriated, by the way, which was my plan all along. I'm a fucking REBEL. Speaking of booze, it also occured to me that while beer has its merits, it's all about decent wine. That's class. The food was decent, typical Thanksgiving stuff. I mean, it's always the same thing. Just was kinda there. Overall, it was completely mediocre, & thus the best holiday i've had at home. For some reason all the pent up aggression seemed directed at me, which is odd.

Went to Ukiah yesterday, because i'd been feeling almost nostalgiac about it. I wanted to see the old place again. I'd somehow gotten it in my head that Ukiah was my town, & i needed to go see how the old place was. As soon as i ended up in the city limits, i felt like a fucking idiot. Ukiah barely changes, ever. When i got in town, it all came back: the horrible fucking people i'd had to deal with. The homeless who like everyone wanted to go anywhere else. The smell of the unwashed on the bus. The morbidly obese parents of stupid kids in Wal Mart. The fucking hippies. Ukiah, while an important part of my life for several reasons, is just a shitty place to live, i guess. Went to Wal Mart...in Ukiah...on Black Friday. That was smart. Herds of people stampeded everywhere, grabbing toys & shitty albums for people. The DVDs were picked clean, which is a good thing since the Elk Grove Wal Mart has better stuff that isn't behind glass. I seriously felt like an idiot. I think i was just hoping i'd bump into someone who i haven't seen since i left, or at the very least meet someone worth knowing. But by the time i saw my third mullet, i thought about how much i missed my apartment in the ghetto. I hope no one stole my shit.

The worst part of the experience, & i hate saying this, was the family. My dad was great, which was unexpected in a sense but the best part of the whole affair. My mom is getting progressively weirder over time, which bothers me. She's going to be just like her mom. I really hope i'm wrong about that. My sister...i love my sister, i really do, i just don't like her very much. She's been sheltered to the point of no return. She's going to be eighteen in three weeks, & doesn't know the difference between a tweaker & a stoner. In LC. Around here, you learn that lesson at fucking nine. She's been designated as the favorite, since myself & my brothers are failures for various reasons, which means i can't say anying around her without being accused of insulting her. Which is tragically easy to do, because i've never met a more thin skinned person in my life. She flipped out in Ukiah because she thought she lost her school book. She's been doing homework all through Thanksgiving vacation. That just seems fucking nuts. Anyway, i'll stop now, because i might say somethign i'll regret. I doubt it, but still.

Listening to local radio has been a highlight, though. Sure, generally it's either pop, country, or Spanish, but fuck it, i'm listening to the classic rock station out of Willits. Who play Rush all the fucking time, when they aren't playing Pink Floyd. Had plans worked differently, my friend Whitney & i would have crashed the old station in Ukiah where our show used to be. I think i still know the door combination. They would be displeased to see me, should they remember that far back, because i stole their Frank Zappa poster (which hangs proudly in my apartment), & my brother & i might have allegedly written the word "penis" on multiple things.Oh & there may have been some content issues in the last show. Other than that, though, it's all good.

Also, since moving to Sac, small town chicks dig me. I don't know why. More importantly, where the fuck were they six months ago? God just thinks he's hilarious.

This has been wayyy longer than it should be, as most of my blog things are. I approach these like articles more than just updates of things, so yeah, forgive me. I'll be back in town tomorrow, complete with a new 916 number. I'm fucking CITY now. How cool am i?

Later.