COFFEE.

Shoot next month. It's been a long-ass time. This one is a group shoot focusing on tattoos, and I REALLY want to have my moustache touched up this weekend 'cause it's my favorite. It really looks like poop :/ I'ma have to message Jerm and see what he's up to on Friday, since Terry's got the day off and so we can both get them fixed.

I need to get a part-time jobby 'cause I'm really sick of always panicking about how low we are on gas and smokes. Guh. I hate it. The only reason we're struggling is because of Terry's fines and treatment fees, and those are gonna be paid off soon, but still. It'd be nice to have some extra cash.

I still have to unload all my effing shoes out of my car today. Been putting that off for WAY too long. I cleared out some room in our closet, so I have no excuses now.

Really. After I put almost every pair of shoes/boots I own in one corner of mom's house during the move, I was pretty disgusted with myself. And that didn't even include all the shoes that are still in my storage unit. I'ma have to line them all up and take a picture, heh!

Anyhow. Pee. And more coffee.

Blarg.

Life is good. Except I'm getting really sick of driving. I never thought this would happen. It used to be one of my favorite pastimes. Every day I take Terry to work in Smokey Point at 6:30 and pick him up at 3:30. And then 2-3 times a week I take him to practice in Lake Stevens, go somewhere else for 3-4 hours, then pick him up and go back home.

I've developed this serious loathing for highway 9 'cause I'm on it 4-8 times a DAY.

So my gas mileage has suffered pretty horribly because of the constant driving. I was at like 35mpg and it went down a bunch. A year ago I used to spend $100 or less on gas in a two-week period, including random trips to Seattle or Bellevue every now and then. I shudder to think how much I'm spending now. I need an oil change and a new air filter immediately. I also think it's time for new brakes and it's WAAAYYYY past time for my CV axle to be replaced. AGAIN.

Other than that, the living situation is SO AWESOME. We're all super fucking clean and organized and it goes without saying that we get along more than fine. It's just fucking amazing.

And I kinda hated the idea, but I went to DSHS and got an EBT card. They gave me money for the remainder of June and all of July, so my first issuance ended up being $293. Then it's $200 a month through November. That helps us out SO MUCH, considering a ton of Terry's money is still going toward fines and treatment. He's pretty close to being all paid up, though.

Alli and I have been hanging out lately. She's right down the road over by Safeway now. It's so badass. Yesterday she kidnapped me out of the blue and we went to Everett and Clearview 'cause she was hunting for bikini espresso stands to apply at. HEH! Man, can those half-naked girls TALK, or what?

Um. Today I need to go to Safeway to buy a clove of garlic, an onion, and french bread. And then that's pretty much it. Picking Terry up from work at 3:30 and then coming back home so he can cook another huge dinner. WEEE!!!

Oh. And there's another AFN show on Saturday at Tracey's Place on Hewitt. 21+, and I think this one might also be free. I may or may not be selling merch, but I'm definitely gonna be harassing people to get on the email list. Heh.

Aaannnnddd yeah. Pee time.

CANHASAPARTMENT?!?!

Desire for sleep: 0
Caffeine: 1

WIN. Or lose. Whatever.

The show on Saturday was pretty great. To be honest, I wasn't all that impressed with AFN's demo that Terry's been practicing to, but it turns out it's just not a very good demo. Heh. Their live show/sound is really, really good. And as it turns out, Flights has a SUPERB sound system considering how small the place is. So that was groovy. No one we knew showed up except Christine, and I hadn't seen her ass in a while. So that was cool.

Everybody. Go to the next show. It's at Tracey's over by where Jimmy Z's used to be on Hewitt. June 27th. That one's 21+, but the one after that is all ages. THAT one will be at The Rusty Cage in Mount Vernon on July 11th. SO GOOO.

On Sunday Terry and I had to head out to his parents' house to grab all the rest of his shit. 'Cause we're moving. YAY. Already went and got my mattress and boxspring out of Grampa's hangar today and moved that, Terry's tv, dvd player and movies in. Tomorrow I'll be moving the majority of our clothes, toiletries, bedding and all my dvds and shit. And then we can sleep there tomorrow night. WE ACTUALLY GET TO SLEEP NEXT TO/WITH EACH OTHER FOR A WHOLE NIGHT. HOLY FUCKING BALLSDICK. Heh.

ICANHASSEXWIFFBOYFRAANNN?!?! SOLD!

I think I'm gonna go start to round up some more shit and then think about going to sleep. Heh.

EFF.

My good mood (that has lasted probably about 3-4 days) went to complete and utter shit for no goddamn reason this afternoon. This keeps fucking happening almost every week. I'm REALLY GODDAMN TIRED OF IT. I'll be super happy and hyper one minute, then bawling and almost suicidal the next.

I haven't even quit smoking yet. Gramma loaded me up with 60 nicotine patches and I'm thinking I'm gonna quit within the next two weeks.

Back on subject. I don't know what the fuck to do. I haven't had mood swings this bad in a couple years. I'm almost thinking its time to look into the antidepressant arena again. I've been down that road and it was awful, but I was also wayyyy too young to be on the shit that I was on. So I dunno. I guess Wellbutrin wasn't so bad. That also made me quit smoking.

We'll see. A couple more weeks of this shit and I am DONE.

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?!?!

Malibu angst/Flights Pub on Sat.

HOW IS IT THAT SHORT-ASS PEOPLE DRIVE MALIBUS?!?! Especially you, Miss Averi. YOU'RE 5'1!!! HOW THE EFF?!?!

I'm 5'4. And even when I move the seat ALL THE WAY TO THE FRONT, I have to hit the pedals with my TOES. I don't get it! Probably has to do with the fact that I'm all torso and no legs. Heh.

Yeah. I really hate my step-dad's car and I have NO CLUE how I passed my drive test in it. I had to borrow that fucking boat today to haul Terry's cab to Lake Stevens. Luckily, he got to leave the cab and the head at the rehearsal space and I'm hoping that one of the other guys will lug it around for us, 'cause I can get Terry to shows and practice, but I can't fit that damn thing in my car. It's effing MONSTROUS.

Meh. This weekend I'm hoping I can get Terry to buy me a shitload of cheap t-shirts so I can go ballistic on them with scissors. Then I'm gonna look into local fleamarkets and drag Gramma's ass with me to share a booth 'cause she really needs to start selling her chainmaille stuff. It's awesome.

Speaking of this weekend. Terry is playing a show Saturday at Flights Pub on Evergreen Way with his new band (http://myspace.com/arisenfromnothing). So if you're over 21, you should probably go, 'cause apparently it's freeeee. I'll be there, and I'll probably be drunk as hell.

THERE'S my Chippy!!!

Oh. And in related news. Went over to Gramma and Grampa's while Terry was at practice and printed up these fancy bitches:



HEEEEEEEEEE. I'm such a goddamn Tim and Eric ho. Really.

A REAL weekend. THANK GOD.

Saturday was fucking incredible. The first day Terry and I REALLY got to hang out with each other and go shopping and have a pitcher of beer to ourselves. Heh. First I had to take him to a band audition in Lake Stevens. I sat around for an hour and he effing nailed it. So that's another band to add to the list of bands he's currently in. The count is seriously up to like three. After that we headed to Half Price Books in South Everett and I sold 46 fucking books for $3. RIDICULOUS. I would have been better off selling them on half.com or something. Oh well. I really just needed to get rid of them. Picked up AFI's "Answer That and Stay Fashionable" and a DAISY CHAINSAW single. HOLY. SHIT. Then I grabbed a copy of Slaughterhouse Five 'cause I've never read it. Really. From there we went to Target so Terry could pick up a new belt and some socks, then to Sally's for hair dye, then to Azteca where we shared a pitcher of Bud Light and some nachos. Yummeh. Picked up some booze from the liquor store, went to John's and had margaritas. THEN we went back to Lake Stevens to hang out with Kevin and Kandi. I dig her. She's neat. Sucked down a shitload of tequila with all them and then headed home around 10-ish.

We hadn't had a day like that in SO long. Where we could drive around and sit and just enjoy each other's company and be retarded. Not since I got my tax return last February. We so needed it.

Today I dyed and cut my bangs and Terry's beard, went into town and bought some propane and beer, then came back and barbequed. Mmmmm. Then all the boys magically appeared. Heh. They can effing smell food-related gatherings from miles away, I swear.

I'm drinking a Rockstar, but it doesn't seem to be working at all. Ugh. I think it might be sleepy time.

Bleh.

Today was BALLS.

Picked Terry up at 3:30, came home, sat on the couch for a bit and started feeling super lethargic and kind of sick. Passed out in my room for two hours or so. Terry thinks I'm having an allergic reaction to all the fiberglass from the insulation that's currently covering every goddamn surface in the living room. UGH. I felt so effing gnarly. So I took a Benadryl and a cold shower to get any fiberglass dust off me. It worked wonders.

Guh. Tomorrow I have to drop Terry in Lake Stevens at 11am for an audition and then possibly head to Half Price Books in Everett. I discovered a shitload of old Babysitter's Club books in perfect condition while I was cleaning out my room. After checking Ebay, I'm sure I can get at least $20 for all of them. So that'll be nice. I need to go round all those up and count them. I was such a whore for that shit when I was like 10. Heh. I'm sure I have somewhere around 50 books.

I wanna go splurge on fabric and the like. I need to get sewing again.

Tattoofs. MEOW.

I needs me some tattoo action. Terry and I have to go get our moustaches touched up 'cause they faded REALLY bad where the skin on our fingers is thicker, but that totally won't be enough. The glorious sting on that one only lasts about 5 minutes. Heh.

I wanna finish my stomach, fix the one behind my ear and cover up the huge one on my leg that everyone keeps fucking questioning me about. Biggest regret EVAR. Dunno what to cover it with, though. Possibly a floral or avian motif. Then I need to start on my half sleeve, which I'm really excited about. I picked it out about five months ago and still feel as strongly about it now as I did back then. No more picking shit out on a whim. No sir. Learned my lesson with the whole 'Zophar has manboobs' tat.

Also thinking about venturing into the chestpiece region. Hmmm...

I think I'ma go look at some arty shit and get inspired.

Yay, more shit talk.

I'm frustrated with the state of things at the moment.

Everything's getting so stagnant and redundant. All the scene kid bands look and sound exactly the same, and that's all kids are listening to these days. Green Day is back, and worse than ever (AND they're being blasted into my face in all mediums, which is SO goddamn annoying. I know my enemy. It's Green Day.). People are venturing into music just because they don't know what else to do and they're SUCCEEDING because the general public will cling to whatever Myspace or MTV tells them to.

I want to disembowel Katy Perry. Her songs sound like they came from a confused, attention-hungry 14-year-old girl's blog. And her most popular song is a favorite amongst idiot drunk girls who only kiss other girls to get guys' attention, NOT because they actually like girls.

And if I hear ONE MORE band that sounds like The Fray, I'm going to kill myself.

Then there's the fashion world right now. Have you ever LOOKED at Lady Gaga? She's like a visual fucking seizure. Those structured skirts that make her look like she's got 50 inch hips and the leotards and all the fucking gigantic plastic pyramid spikes have to go. AND THE FLAT, BLUNT-ASS BANGS. I CAN'T DEAL WITH LOOKING AT HER ANYMORE! I dig her music, don't get me wrong, but are you people blind or something? She's the furthest thing from a fashion icon EVER. And everything at Zumiez for the past year has been making me want to die. 'Designers' are throwing rainbow splatter (or what I lovingly call 'technicolor vomit') on everything and the shit is selling like hotcakes. GO AWAY PLZ. Monochrome hi-tops and tshirts with rainbow logos are NOT fashion.

People are calling themselves makeup artists and are just painting a fucking stripe across their eyes and gluing rhinestones to their faces. THIS IS NOT ART!

And right now, Gregory Baxley is picking up a camera somewhere. And people are actually believing that the bullshit he slings has some element of talent to it. And I know he's probably gonna google himself and find this and send me a threatening message, like he did to two other people I know. Hey man, not everyone's gonna like your shit. It's not the end of the world. Take a photography course.

NOBODY PUTS ANY EFFORT OR CREATIVITY INTO ANYTHING ANYMORE!!! I HATE IT!

What is this 'morning' business?

I'm stuck with 6 mentholated cigarettes and one full flavored cigarette to last me until like 5pm. GUH! I'm so over this shit. Terry and I have been going through a carton every 3-4 days or so. And considering my Completes have gone from $21.50 to $30.50, that's not so good. Better than paying like $80 for one carton of premium smokes, but still. I'm used to living on the super cheap. Time to quit, I think.

I cannot believe I'm awake. I ended up having to knock myself out with some NyQuil around 1 this morning. Tragic. But I woke up on time and got Terry to worky about 15 minutes early.

What else is news? Hmmm. Terry fell halfway through the roof yesterday afternoon. It was scary shit. I was watching tv and I heard this crash and saw his legs dangling through the ceiling in the hallway. Luckily, he caught himself in time and pulled himself back up.

Yeti's been really distraught about all the noise coming from the roof. Poor baby.

"When it's sunny out, people drive more slowly!" -Stupid bitch on the news.

UH, NO. THEY DO NOT. They drive like crazy fucking idiots 'cause they're used to the rain and then they crash 'cause they're not paying attention and THAT'S why traffic gets backed up. Idiot. Why does it seem like I'm the only person in this fucking state who can drive like a maniac and NOT crash, no matter what the weather conditions are? Must be my cat-like reflexes. Heh.

Seriously. I've NEVER been in an accident. Never even been close.

Anyhow. Today after the boys wake up I'm gonna go through the shit in the hallway and start chucking everything. I'm loving this indiscriminate tossing of shit. It's cleansing. And our house is actually starting to look like sane people live here. Heh.

Oh, indiscretions...

ALSO! HEH! I was going through and deleting shit on my old computer and found about 10 videos of a certain ex-roommate fucking and blowing her ex. And it's REALLY obvious that it's her.

Leak? Use as blackmail so she'll give me back my shit? Sell to that douchebag Gregory Baxley?

y/n?

It's all happening...

NEWS.

1. Cleaned the shit out of my old room all day on Saturday. The first room. (mom's) Terry rented a huge garbage canister because (my) Terry is redoing the roof. So after the old roof was tossed, there was still a shitload of room in the bin. I literally tossed EVERYTHING that was in that room, save for some yearbooks, journals and a shoebox of old notes and stuff. So Terry and I have a room now! FUCK YES. We're sleeping on the floor because there's no twin mattress to fit in the bunk bed, but only until...

2. ...we move into John and Mo's apartment this month BECAUSE...

3. ...TERRY GOT HIS JOB BACK. He starts this morning. And on top of that, he landed this gig with a cover band that pays a ridiculous amount of money. So after we're moved into John's and Terry's able to take the bus to work, I'll be able to get a job somewhere and we'll be fucking HOME FREE.

Anyhow. I'ma go... do something.