| Percentages. |
[Dec. 9th, 2006|02:36 am] |
| [ | Hearing |
| | The Chalets, "Sexy Mistake" | ] |
99% Certain that I have the prettiest eyes in the world
87% Certain that "If I wasn't so much of an asshole, I'd marry you."
This is why I love Pants. This was followed by a long spiel about how amazing/beautiful/fun/wonderful/etc I am. One would think that this would make me feel better, but it only made me want to cry. In fact, I actually did get misty-eyed at the bar.
I'm kind of ready for this semester to be over, but mainly just scared shitless at what it means to be done.
And I've realized that I'm pretty much a narcissist, and I'm kind of ok with it. |
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| People are fragile things; be careful what you put them through. |
[Dec. 5th, 2006|08:24 am] |
| [ | Feeling |
| |  guilty | ] |
| [ | Hearing |
| | Mystery Jets, "Diamonds in the Dark" | ] |
I never thought I would hear words I have uttered come out of someone else's mouth.
I can't be mad, because I know they are meant to be kind. I can't disagree, because I understand. I know what it takes, and I feel bad, not for me, but for him, because I know he's fucking himself over (and I know he knows it). I pity him where he envies me. I wish I could help, but I know I can't.
I thought I knew what it would be like to be in the other person's shoes, but I didn't find out until last night; for that, I don't know whether to thank or hate him. |
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| I'm grown up now but refuse to learn. |
[Dec. 2nd, 2006|03:20 am] |
| [ | Feeling |
| |  drained | ] |
| [ | Hearing |
| | Art Brut, "Nag Nag Nag" | ] |
I want to be given a chance. Ten minutes to explain that I'm not.....whatever. "I look at you, and I see something pure and innocent, something resembling a soul, and I don't want to be the one to take that away." I'm fucked regardless, so why should I even bother? Seriously, all I can think right now is that I don't fucking care what I deserve--I know what I want, and I don't care if it's "good enough". |
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| A day early and a buck withdrawn. |
[Nov. 22nd, 2006|12:34 pm] |
| [ | Feeling |
| |  grumpy | ] |
| [ | Hearing |
| | Bob Dylan, "Lay Lady, Lay" | ] |
I'm home, and it's nice. I got to spend some time with Laura and Olin and Jeff yesterday, and I bought a few records, and that was nice. I got to get a coffee with Amanda the other day, and that was nice. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, and that's nice, too. I started reading Eragon because Kamla's working on the movie, and I'd like to see it, and I'm one of those people who would rather read the book first. It's really obvious that it's the first book of someone who hasn't written much. It's also really heavily influenced by lots of other science fiction (this, being obvious to the person who has read maybe 4 sci-fi books ever). It also generally fits the category of "nice." I'm seeing Melissa and Steve tonight and their new house and their puppy, and I'm pretty certain that'll be nice, too.
All of this niceness, and I figure I ought to be really happy. I was looking forward to this brief vacation, because I wanted some "me" time, but now that I'm not constantly surrounded by people who are trying to cheer me up or who need to be cheered up or just bitching about leggings, I am irreparably grumpy. And I'm really hoping that I some how made up the last few hours of my Saturday night, but I know I'm not that good.
Mom has gone to a funeral and left me her car. I'm going to go to the vintage store downtown and have a cruise through their thousands of records and see if they have what I'm looking for. |
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| Sexy on a half-shell. Turtle power. |
[Oct. 30th, 2006|04:03 pm] |
| [ | Feeling |
| |  busy | ] |
| [ | Hearing |
| | Cut Copy, "Future" | ] |
Ohmygodwhatanamazingweekend.
Catherine came out to visit this weekend, and it was crazy awesome.
Thursday: she got in, we went to Sputnik for a little bit with Catherine (how confusing, two Catherines in one weekend) and Tyler and came home and went to bed.
Friday: skipped class, went to Tom's Comfort Food for some really amazing fantastic southern cooking. We had fried chicken, corn bread, cream corn, green beans, peach cobbler, mashed potatoes, Coca-Cola cake, and SWEET TEA. It was like I died and went to home. Then, we went to Target in search of costumes, then came home to watch the second Care Bears movie while fixing our costumes (unfortunately, we are no longer between the ages of four and eight). Then, Catherine, Catherine and I were....NINJA TURTLES!!!! We went to the pillow fight, which took place on Broadway just past Sputnik, and then went to Sputnik, and then went to Lipgloss, and then went back to Sputnik and then went to Karla's for the post-pillow party. It was amazing. Extra amazing: We made our weapons out of cardboard and tin-foil, and they were kind of flimsy and falling apart, so we left them on Broadway somewhere around 8th as we were walking from Sput to Lipgloss.....and then, while we're there, someone randomly came up to us and gave them back!! I dealt with this by passing them on to two rather cute guys who were dancing not too far from us. And Tyler gave me the Shiny Toy Guns album on vinyl. Thank you Tyler! I also failed to call Matthew by his real name, but instead called him "William," which is apparently what he was last time I forgot his name. At least I'm consistent, but seriously, I should be able to remember the names of cute boys. Seriously. Um...also, I called Alex an asshole (by admitting that I was, indeed, drunk, but not so drunk that I didn't think he wasn't an asshole. Way to go, double-negatives). I fell asleep on the couch watching the Little Mermaid, and the two Catherine's slept in my bed.
Saturday: We went to Breakfast King at noon for brunch. While driving past Sputnik, we saw one Adam Pants, still drunk, standing outside the bar (which is kind of odd, considering it opens at 8am on weekends). We pulled over, picked him up, and the three of us got breakfast. Things I learned: Pants is 90% certain that he is in love with me and 80% certain that Catherine can't handle him. So we took him home after breakfast, and the two of us went back to Target for underwear because we were basically too tired to do laundry. Um....then we went to Sputnik for dinner and drinks, Maggie offered to drive us to Littleton to get Krispy Kremes, so that was cool, but when we got back, Maggie and Catherine both decided to go home rather than stick around for the Japanimplosion party, which made me sad, but Catherine and I went anyway and had a great time and were there until closing, which was an hour later than normal (thank you daylight-savings time!). After that, we went to Nate's for a bit, but I started falling asleep in his bed, so we walked home and I fell asleep on the couch. I may or may not have stolen the Mr. Mustache doll. har har har. Oh, and Ron Burgundy was there, so Catherine was really happy. Also, I told lots of people that I love them, "No, seriously, I love you." I guess my Halloween costume went from "Awesome Barrie" to "Drunk Maggie." Sweet.
Sunday: I had to take Catherine to the airport, but we made a stop at the sex-shop before and also got lunch, and then I came home and fell asleep on the couch until it was time to get in my bed and fall asleep there. I wished that the price I paid at the bar was an accurate portrayal of how much I drank, but I'm really glad it's not, because that means I've saved money, somehow.
Ugh, unfortunately, I have a Stats exam on Wednesday, which means I ought to miss out on all the exciting things going on on Tuesday (Monofog at Hi-Dive, Sean DJing at Swimclub, Tim DJing at that bar that I can't remember the name of.....) Maybe I'll just get all my shit taken care of tonight, and then go out and not drink.....Hm....Well, I know I said that last time I had a Stats test, and we all know how that turned out..... |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 23rd, 2006|02:29 pm] |
| [ | Feeling |
| |  chipper | ] |
| [ | Hearing |
| | The Holloways, "Kings Cross Cutie" | ] |
Today, my last class got cancelled, so I'm home in time to listen to Adam's and Charles's radio show on RareFM. Hooray. When I got home, my copy of the Holloways' new single, Generator, on all three formats (two 7" records and a CD). One of the b-sides is "Pushing and Shoving," which will always always make me think of the night when I went to the Boogaloo to see Rob perform, and he played it, and then on the walk to the bus stop, Ben kept singing as if it were "Cookin' and Lookin.'" *sigh* I can't listen to the Holloways without being flooded with amazingly happy memories. I can't wait for their album to come out.
Also: I am less sick today than I have been for the past week. A weekend spent largely in bed did me a world of good. And Catherine is coming on Thursday for the weekend. Yay! |
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| I like lists. |
[Oct. 11th, 2006|03:09 am] |
| [ | Feeling |
| | baffled | ] |
| [ | Hearing |
| | My ears are ringing. | ] |
1. Seeing Art Brut always makes me Happy.
2. I am fairly drunk.
3. I have a Stats test tomorrow.....or today, depending on how you look at it.
4. The gig (Art Brut / We Are Scientists / The Spinto Band) was AAAAAAAMAAAAAAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! like woah.
5. When someone asks me "what's there to do at this hour?" I shouldn't suggest "Oh, there's a bar down the street and my friend is DJing" if I have a test the next day. Actually, more importantly, I shouldn't suggest such a thing and go along as if I have nothing to do.
6. Paul, the nicest (and only) roadie I have ever met had to buy me coffee, Take 5s, and Gatorade so that I could make it home.
7. I want to go to bed right now and say "fuck it" to my Family and Society homework, even though I know I should do it...
8. I will probably skip that class, and hopefully will email that teacher with some sob story about how I live in Denver and blah blah blah, so I'm emailing her my homework instead of showing up......
9. Have I mentioned that seeing Art Brut always makes me happy? Did I add that taking them to a bar and having them buy me drinks makes me even happier?
10. You can get Colt 45 in a can. I did not know that; I thought it was only available in a 40.
11. There is a part of me that is EXTREMELY doubtful of everythting (well, everything relationship-wise) that I'm going through.
12. Need I mention again that I am slightly tipsy...so much so that I am doubtful and sleepy, but not so much so that I am not editing myself. |
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| Now you are the one who is "it." |
[Oct. 6th, 2006|06:57 pm] |
| [ | Feeling |
| |  content | ] |
| [ | Hearing |
| | Yellow Note vs. Pukka, "Naked, Drunk and Horny" | ] |
I have amazing friends.
It's Friday.
And someone called me a robot, not because I'm a cold automaton, but because I'm perfect.
Also, I am going to China for New Year's to visit a certain special someone and eat a big bowl of dick, literally.
I am constantly grinning, inside and out. |
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| Miles Davis is better than Macbeth. |
[Sep. 25th, 2006|09:08 pm] |
In-N-Out is not good. It is not worth the hype. If you don't feel like eating a hamburger (or cheeseburger) your options are thus: French Fries (that really, honestly, are not that great, as in McDonalds might have better ones) or a hamburger minus the beef (so the toppings on a bun). I don't even think they have milkshakes, and really, what is the point of that?!
Amoeba is the happiest place on earth (sorry Disneyland). I got a super awesome It's A Small World record for a buck. Also: Love Is All, imported from Sweden; She Wants Revenge; and 4 Interpol singles remixed. Their record selection made me want to cry tears of joy and go rob a bank. I didn't even get to look at the CDs.
Disneyland is the second happiest place on earth. I saw Mickey and Minnie running away from fans like paparazzi.
Going on weekend trips to visit Hot Hotties is the best way to spend a weekend. |
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| My worst nightmare is true!! |
[Sep. 3rd, 2006|12:03 pm] |
| Your Inner European is French! | 
Smart and sophisticated.
You have the best of everything - at least, *you* think so.
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| Ranting and Raving. |
[Jun. 12th, 2006|06:09 pm] |
| [ | Hearing |
| | I'm watching House. Huzzah. | ] |
So, long time, no post. I spent a week and a half at home, and now that I’m back in Denver and not in school, I have no internet (or at least no reliable means of frequently checking/replying to emails and whatnot).
To home: I am constantly amazed that every time I go back to Raleigh, I leave with more friends than I arrived with. I met a handful of amazing new people and bumped into many more that I haven’t seen in ages, and had a lot of fun talking about pirates and being introduced as “This is Barrie. She is sex/awesome.” Kind of an ego boost, just a little bit. Mel was also staying with my parents (and sleeping in my bed; ooh la la) because she’s moving down, and it was beyond great to be able to hang out with her again (it’s been over a year, and that’s kind of upsetting) and really just funny to show her around town, introduce her to my friends, and most importantly: get her hooked on Bojangle’s chicken biscuits and sweet tea. The hotties, great as usual. Kamla threw me a sweet ass birthday dinner one night, I went to the beach with her and Elsha, aaand...well, the hotties are hot (understatement of the year) and it always makes me all sorts of warm and fuzzy and impossibly happy to see them again. It was very melancholy, though, to have the last shrimp burger with Kamla, and even more painful to realize that next time I’m home, she won’t be there. I have to find someone new to pick me up from the airport, and I highly doubt that person will be so enthusiastic about mom’s casserole. That aspect of my trip also got me thinking about 6 or so months from now, when I’ll move out of Denver, and it’ll kind of be a similar situation (in that I won’t have family as an excuse to come back here to visit, although leaving the place where you grew up is much harder than leaving somewhere that you’ve lived for only a year). Not like I really think I’ll ever move back to Raleigh (as in long-term living), but every time I go back, it’s kind of a little harder to leave. I feel like I am getting old, but mostly I’m just very tired of saying goodbye to people I care about before I’m ready to.
To Denver: It’s boring not having classes (although very nice to be saving on that gas money) and not being able to find a job, although apparently a friend of a family friend has just started some PR/music management thing and needs an intern, so I might have that going for me. I have to find a new apartment, and I’m procrastinating and being lazy, and that’s not helping at all. I’ve been spending a lot of time with new friends, Pam and Maggie, which is great, because I finally have good friends that are girls in this town, and they’re just super cool people and kind of crazy and smart and funny and we’re Philosoraptors for fuck’s sake. I went to the most amazing bar with Pam and Shane and this other girl the other night...if Tim Burton designed a bar, it would be the Double Daughters. It’s so fucking amazing....and they have a drink called “The Fuck Off Juice” (in Italian, and I’m not going to try to spell it). It’s 17 different kinds of liquor, and it’s so strong that they only let you have two. It tastes kind of like cough syrup, but since I’m sick and like cough syrup, I was pretty happy about it. Oh, and Tim and Fil got fired from 3 Kings, so no more Needles and Pins. I’m kind of upset, because I really enjoyed going there on Mondays, and from what I hear, the reasoning is complete bullshit brought about by a third-party who really had no right sticking his nose into it.
To summarize: Being home for a week and a half was really great--just what I needed, in fact--but far too short. Being back in Denver is fun mostly. My head has been stuffed with really odd thoughts about what to do with myself in the next year or so, which is frustrating. And I have lots of things to look forward to: Sean coming to visit in two weeks, Elsha coming to visit in a month and two weeks, going home again in late July and being able to see Ash and Bella for the first time since Christmas. |
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| Yay me..... |
[May. 18th, 2006|12:52 pm] |
| [ | Feeling |
| |  grateful | ] |
The past few days have been really, really weird. Thursday: one cookout, one hottub, one sneak peak. Friday: graduation party with drunk and dancing parents; I love my Boulder friends, but their parties remind me why I don't live in Boulder. Saturday: another graduation party, Rockstars are Dead, another other graduation party, a very drunk ex, and I learned that I ought not be nice and offer people rides home (spending over an hour hearing "you really should stay" and "I want to be with you tonight" is not a good end to a Saturday). Sunday: Kickball and Grey's, which ended in me pacing around the apartment screaming "FUCK" for about an hour. Monday: Found out that my friend hanged himself, then went to DJ and sort of have a birthday party. Tuesday: comatose on the couch most of the day, Gloria and Logan time, Enoch's benefit gig. Wednesday: Fly home.
So I'm home, and that's nice. Kamla picked me up, Mel is here, I got HOUSE, went to Jackpot for a drink and bad pool, and then watched three episodes of House before falling asleep on the couch.
It's kind of hard, though, realizing that I won't see Enoch dancing around simi-naked ever again......kind of puts a damper on all sorts of things. |
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| I'M DONE I'M DONE I'M DONE!!!!! |
[May. 10th, 2006|08:56 am] |
| [ | Feeling |
| |  giddy | ] |
| [ | Hearing |
| | Metric, "Succexy" | ] |
Erm...So I just turned in my last three papers (yes, three, and yes, it is 9am). I realized that, in the 4 papers I had for this week, I am really really pessimistic about society in addition to being a little postmodern marxist...apparently. Interesting.
Um, Art Brut last weekend fucking rocked. Seriously. I'm really gutted that I can't make the NC show, too. They all remembered me, and so I just hung out chatting and getting wasted on other people's tabs for several hours after their set. Amazing amazing amazing. It was kind of like being back in London again....except I was surrounded by Americans.....and had to get a ride home......ANYWAY. It was the best gig I've been to since, well, probably since the last time I saw them. AND: For my Hotties at home, Eddie and Jasper were going to give me a shirt, but forgot and then Ed packed them up, so they told me that if you ask for one for me, they'll give it to you. Also, they said you must talk to them and tell them you're my friends and they were excited. So, in short: tell Eddie or Jasper (not Ed Idiot) that it's my birthday and they promised me a small popular culture shirt. And then take it. And have fun. And rock out.
Sunday also rocked....Kickball is in full swing, bitches. Natalie and I made cookies for the Hot Licks (I'm their step mom, since they already have a real team mom) and they were amazing (sugar with strawberry icing). Just kind of...hung out drinking Babycham and Corona and then went to Sputnik for free PBR and spent an hour talking to a guy who looks like Patrick Dempsey about philosophy. Sometimes, I just love my life.
Monday is going to be the shit: 4 DJs (including me) and a band all to celebrate my birthday. Kickbrawlers and dancing idiots. And lots and lots and lots of whiskey. Tuesday might suck.
Oh, and I'm flying home on the 17th. HOORAY FOR HOTTIES AND BIRTHDAY PARTIES!!!!!! |
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| Read Art Brut? GOOD WEEKEND! |
[May. 1st, 2006|02:21 pm] |
| [ | Feeling |
| | silly | ] |
| [ | Hearing |
| | The Pigeon Detectives, "I'm Always Right" | ] |
1. I got a free copy of the Charlatans new album. Go me.
2. I went an entire weekend without getting hit on by ugly unintelligent men. Finally.
3. "If I had a super power, I'd be able to decapitate people by throwing records....but they'd magically boomerang back to me without being harmed; otherwise, I'd be a very sad superhero." "That's really cool....I mean, you can decapitate me....not for a while, though. I do have a gig tomorrow, and, you know, need my voice for at least a few more years." "I'll wait then." "And, you know, you'd have to get me off, because what's the point of getting your head cut off if you're not getting off?" "So in a year or so, I'll decapitate you during sex." "Sounds good." (I should add that this conversation was held in absolute seriousness)
4. "I have decided that the course of the night involves touching one of your boobies....not both, though. If both are in the deal, then I'm out."
5. The cops show up at a Friday-night after party: "Were you invited or did someone call you?"
6. Fake Alex being more real than Real Alex (hahahahaha...granted, this may only be funny to me)
7. Generally, spending Friday night with my two favorite super-heroes and then crashing on their couch.
8. A Harry Potter kind of Saturday.
9. Having a chocolate cake that made it not so bad that I haven't gotten laid in nearly a month.
10. Seeing Atlas.
11. "I can't remember your name....don't tell me! I want to guess." "It starts with a B, rhymes with a lot of other really common names, and happens to be a fruit." "Banana?!"
12. GETTING MY FUCKING ART BRUT TICKET!!!!!!!!
13......and a copy of the Denver Defenders.
This weekend made me very happy. |
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| It breaks when you don't force it. |
[Apr. 24th, 2006|10:39 am] |
| [ | Feeling |
| |  anxious | ] |
| [ | Hearing |
| | Editors, "Blood" | ] |
Editors and Stellastarr* Friday night.......amazing. I went with James, and yeah. The show was fantastic....fantastic. I don’t go to enough shows here. It’s been a really really long time that I actually got to go to one that I was excited about beforehand. So yeah, good show. Then, hung around waiting for Julia and Tim V to tell us whether or not we needed to drive anyone to Lipgloss. Did not, so we went on our own. Lincoln (the cool doorman) was working again, which meant I didn’t have to spend a huge chunk of the evening explaining that, no really, I am on the list. Rescued an Editor from some really really creepy girl who, I think, was trying to hit on him. Had a Stellastarr* call Logan to ask why he didn’t come down for the occasion (it was really cute “But....if he wanted to meet us, why did he stay in Boulder?!”). Went home with Tim V and learned the hard way that I am not allowed on myspace while drunk.
Saturday, saw Jamie’s band and was pleased to find that they’re really really good.
Sunday, FINALLY got Indian food with Jared. Was nice.
Anyway, it was a good weekend, but I didn’t do any work, and I have a presentation on Adrienne Rich tomorrow...too bad I haven’t even picked a poem to analyze. |
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| Mind is a razorblade. |
[Apr. 19th, 2006|02:05 pm] |
| [ | Hearing |
| | Shout Out Louds, "The Comeback" | ] |
THE BULLSHIT IS OVER!!!! Huzzah!
Or at least with school. I now have only 2 bullshit (read: 1-page film reviews) left and so I can get my nerd on in full by writing
1. 15-20 page ethnographical analysis on Denver's music scene, mainly the importance of DJs in maintaining/creating/defining the scene.
2. 5-7 page theoretical essay, likely on subcultures (again...I'm seeing a theme in my research) and their relationship to the mainstream, using Plato's metaphor of the Cave and Adorno's theory of the culture industry.
AND I found out that my Theory teacher is getting a fellowship in Cambridge, and so she has decided that if we keep coming to class, having intelligent conversations, and do reasonably well on that second paper up there, she'll give the whole class an A. That, and she's having a kegger for us. Can we say amazing?! Oh, and she missed my DJing because she was TOO DRUNK to get to Denver. HA!!
Oh, and I guess, for the record: Monday went well. I learned a valuable lesson: Do not mix 6 or 7 whiskey and cokes with 2 Blackout Shots (Jager and...something else). I played my worst game of cut-throat in history and was a little too drunk to get the records on right. Tim gave me the new Clear Static 12" single, which is mainly cool because it's called "Make-Up Sex" and then invited me to hang out with Stellastarr* and the Editors after their gig on Friday. And Fil and I decided to have a sordid affair but then decided it's a bad idea because I'm his little sister now. The end. |
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| I might be an idiot. |
[Apr. 19th, 2006|08:37 am] |
| [ | Feeling |
| |  amused | ] |
| [ | Hearing |
| | DFA1979, "Romantic Rights" | ] |
I woke up at 6 this morning so I could write a paper that's due at 11.
I have no hypothesis. Oops. |
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| Feel the Machine. |
[Apr. 17th, 2006|02:26 pm] |
| [ | Feeling |
| | anxious | ] |
| [ | Hearing |
| | Five O'Clock Heroes, "Head Games" | ] |
Weird weird weekend.
Friday: Lipgloss on maybe 12 hours of sleep from the whole week. I was exhausted and could hardly stand up. Saw most everyone of importance, stole Fil's hat, drank lots of gin and impressed people by my skill at queue-cutting at the back bar. Bumped into Nate, who told me to go to the Kickball auction on Saturday and then introduced me to 8-Bit Man, who is actually a very attractive guy called Aaron.
Saturday: Daytime: Went to the Zoo with Gabby and Ruth. It was depressing. Nice, of course, to see lions and tigers and bears (oh my), but very very depressing to see a tiger in a cage so small that all he had space for was pacing. Nighttime: Went to Kickball Auction. Left that bar with James and his friend Chris to go to Tim's new monthly night. Tim's night was empty. There were: 2 bartenders, 3 DJs, James, Chris and me. James and Chris decided it was lame, so they went to Sputnik and I stuck around to offer Fil a ride home. Also, I just didn't want to be around people. Fil and I had a lovely talk about London and Swedish bands. Took Fil home, and on my way home, had a call from James, who wanted to make sure that I was OK and not sleeping with Fil (ew. I mean, I love him, but ew.). Then: "Are you OK?" "Yeah, I'm fine." "Do you want to get tea?" "No, I just want to go to bed or watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch." "You're not OK." "I am." "You're not. I'm coming over, and we're having tea." *click* FUCK.
Sunday: Got a call from Tex at noon saying that his kickball team was playing at 1 and I should be there. So I went. Saw Courtney, who told me about a Southern restaurant in Denver that we have to go to. Watched 2 1/2 kickball games, saw 8-bit man in a singlet, got loads of sun (but no burns!), died of heat, talked to mom, dad and sis on the phone, aaaaaaand was very disgruntled on my way home when I realized that Target is closed on Easter. Fuckers.
Tonight: I DJ at Needles and Pins. |
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| WHORE was the first word. |
[Apr. 13th, 2006|11:05 am] |
| [ | Feeling |
| | wobbly | ] |
| [ | Hearing |
| | Bloc Party, "Positive Tension" | ] |
So I'm almost done with 3 out of 5 of my papers...which is good. Haven't slept, though, which is bad.
But last night, met up with Tex to play Scrabble for a few hours (which is really smart when you've got 2 5-page papers due the next day, neither of which were finished). He beat me, of course, but it was tons of fun, especially the second game, which became SEXY SCRABBLE. The first word was WHORE then STUD and other great things such as LOAD, MEAT, NONE (as in "You ain't gettin' none"), CUNT, VAG, EZ (Like EZ muthafuckin' E). It was lots of fun.
James came over before hand to drop off some pictures from Saturday night: one each with Alex, Andy and James. They're all really good...I'm amazed at some photographers' ability to make me look super hot, even when I'm so drunk I can't see straight.
If I'm alive after tonight, I think I'm taking the weekend off. And by "off," I mean that I'm going to the zoo, drinking as much as I can, dancing, and sleeping every other possible second. It's going to be great and make me feel tons better. |
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