I think i have the most unique gift for the gift exchange Friday. Not in the sense that it bears any resemblence to quality, mind you, because i'm sure it'll be outclassed. But i don't think there will be another like it.
My best friend Whitney will be attending the gift exchange, complete with gift. She'll be arriving Thursday from Chico, so my task is getting her here to the Decadent Pad without her getting lost. Stop laughing. And to make things more interesting, she's coming in via Greyhound. The bus, not the actual dog. So it's getting her from the station by the capitol to my place. Stop laughing. I figure this is workable. I haven't seen her since July, i think, & it'll be great having her come by. Then the absolutely benevolent & lovely & completely awesome Lobster_Mobster will get us back to the LC, where our holiday obligations lie. I think it'll work out well, if for no other reason than it's Christmas & everyone will be in a Christmas mood: giving, yet cynical. I love my friends.
No school, so nothing interesting. I miss the radio class badly, especially since the last thing we did was run a contest & i'm dying to hear the results. Nothing like auctioning off a fellow classmate who happens to have the funniest radio voice i've heard. Seriously, like Meatwad with a lisp. Really nice guy, up for anything, & funny as hell.
Man, i used to have a huge crush on Elizabeth Berkley. I really don't know why. This was "Saved By the Bell" Liz, not "Showgirls." She was annoying, self righteous, & pretty unfunny. How am i less embarrassed to watch this horrible show now then i was as a kid? The fuck was wrong with me. And on an unrelated "Saved by the Bell" note, why was there a gigantic penis on the door of the Max?
I've decided, based both on the SG Sac ice skating trip that essentially fell apart like it was made of gum & toothpicks, that teenagers in love annoy the fucking crap out of me. Not necessarily teenagers, but people with that horrible notion of teenage romantic love that won't end...until a month later. It's always been a pet peeve of mine (i hate the phrase pet peeve, it sounds obnoxious) to see people --especially the ones who know better-- in that goofy emotional state. Spring is unbearable for me. Young couples everywhere, gushing all over each other, using horrible pet names, being all clingy...enough to make you chew your own foot off. This isn't some rant on love being bullshit or hating people who are in love, just that kind of love that isn't genuine & subsequently devalues the word. And yeah, there's single bitterness, but fuck it, that isn't the point. For those like me who have had one legit date in the last YEAR, it just seems like dirty pool. But hey, its long been established how bad i've been at all things love, so whatever. All i ask from those who know me is, if EVER i get all horrible & gushy & all stupid over someone/anyone, hit me with a shovel.
I need a guitar. I used to be able to play a couple songs ("Pinball Wizard" by the Who, "House of the Rising Sun" by the Animals, parts of Blue Oyster Cult's "Don't Fear the Reaper"), & need to pick it back up. Meant to get one this time last year during my "I want to be Bob Dylan" week.
I think, on the whole, this has been a good year. Made the jump from Ukiah to Sac. Had one of my good friends die. Had a person i fucking hate die. Fell out of love in a really shitty but not totally unexpected situation that was not my fault. Got back in touch with my oldest brother after SIX years of not talking to him. Got to know my other older brother but not the oldest brother really well, & spent a few weeks in Humboldt with him, & am going to spend another couple with him in Vegas next month. Met some great people i'm glad to know. Realized how batshit crazy my family really is. Turned down sex with a crazy chick who was convinced she heard voices in her rear view mirror. Had the best radio show in Ukiah, only because we didn't really care & no one told us what we couldn't do. Just a solid year, i think. For some reason though it feels kinda low key; '05 was awesome all over. I think i just work better with odd numbered years, except for the shithole that was '03 for reasons i may or may not post in here someday, but it's a long story. But yeah, odd numbers. Cool shit.
I probably should be off, just because. I'm always impressed how i can say so little with so much. I'll see all the SG Sac people Friday.
Next time i update this thing, i'm just going to post one of my better stories. That isn't to say mindblowing awesome, just less shitty.
My best friend Whitney will be attending the gift exchange, complete with gift. She'll be arriving Thursday from Chico, so my task is getting her here to the Decadent Pad without her getting lost. Stop laughing. And to make things more interesting, she's coming in via Greyhound. The bus, not the actual dog. So it's getting her from the station by the capitol to my place. Stop laughing. I figure this is workable. I haven't seen her since July, i think, & it'll be great having her come by. Then the absolutely benevolent & lovely & completely awesome Lobster_Mobster will get us back to the LC, where our holiday obligations lie. I think it'll work out well, if for no other reason than it's Christmas & everyone will be in a Christmas mood: giving, yet cynical. I love my friends.
No school, so nothing interesting. I miss the radio class badly, especially since the last thing we did was run a contest & i'm dying to hear the results. Nothing like auctioning off a fellow classmate who happens to have the funniest radio voice i've heard. Seriously, like Meatwad with a lisp. Really nice guy, up for anything, & funny as hell.
Man, i used to have a huge crush on Elizabeth Berkley. I really don't know why. This was "Saved By the Bell" Liz, not "Showgirls." She was annoying, self righteous, & pretty unfunny. How am i less embarrassed to watch this horrible show now then i was as a kid? The fuck was wrong with me. And on an unrelated "Saved by the Bell" note, why was there a gigantic penis on the door of the Max?
I've decided, based both on the SG Sac ice skating trip that essentially fell apart like it was made of gum & toothpicks, that teenagers in love annoy the fucking crap out of me. Not necessarily teenagers, but people with that horrible notion of teenage romantic love that won't end...until a month later. It's always been a pet peeve of mine (i hate the phrase pet peeve, it sounds obnoxious) to see people --especially the ones who know better-- in that goofy emotional state. Spring is unbearable for me. Young couples everywhere, gushing all over each other, using horrible pet names, being all clingy...enough to make you chew your own foot off. This isn't some rant on love being bullshit or hating people who are in love, just that kind of love that isn't genuine & subsequently devalues the word. And yeah, there's single bitterness, but fuck it, that isn't the point. For those like me who have had one legit date in the last YEAR, it just seems like dirty pool. But hey, its long been established how bad i've been at all things love, so whatever. All i ask from those who know me is, if EVER i get all horrible & gushy & all stupid over someone/anyone, hit me with a shovel.
I need a guitar. I used to be able to play a couple songs ("Pinball Wizard" by the Who, "House of the Rising Sun" by the Animals, parts of Blue Oyster Cult's "Don't Fear the Reaper"), & need to pick it back up. Meant to get one this time last year during my "I want to be Bob Dylan" week.
I think, on the whole, this has been a good year. Made the jump from Ukiah to Sac. Had one of my good friends die. Had a person i fucking hate die. Fell out of love in a really shitty but not totally unexpected situation that was not my fault. Got back in touch with my oldest brother after SIX years of not talking to him. Got to know my other older brother but not the oldest brother really well, & spent a few weeks in Humboldt with him, & am going to spend another couple with him in Vegas next month. Met some great people i'm glad to know. Realized how batshit crazy my family really is. Turned down sex with a crazy chick who was convinced she heard voices in her rear view mirror. Had the best radio show in Ukiah, only because we didn't really care & no one told us what we couldn't do. Just a solid year, i think. For some reason though it feels kinda low key; '05 was awesome all over. I think i just work better with odd numbered years, except for the shithole that was '03 for reasons i may or may not post in here someday, but it's a long story. But yeah, odd numbers. Cool shit.
I probably should be off, just because. I'm always impressed how i can say so little with so much. I'll see all the SG Sac people Friday.
Next time i update this thing, i'm just going to post one of my better stories. That isn't to say mindblowing awesome, just less shitty.
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I rest my case