So. I need to raise approximately $450 by the 8th. Doom and I (and anyone else who wants to go with and pitch in for gas-- only two extra seats!) are taking a road trip to LA to see Human Waste Project live. This is one of my favorite bands ever in the world. They broke up in 1998 leaving no chance for me to ever see them live. They're reforming for ONE NIGHT ONLY on the 10th at the Key Club in LA and I HAVE TO GO. Or I will die. I'm not joking.
So. Anyone need a piercing? (don't worry. I'm not just pulling this out of my ass, I used to do piercings for a living but gave it up. I'm only doing this now out of sheer desperation) I have a limited amount of jewelry (mostly cbrs and banana barbells), and if I don't have what you need jewelry-wise, we can work out a deal if you provide it. My prices are very reasonable. Message me for details if you're interested.
I think I'm also gonna start putting shit up for sale. I'll keep you guys posted.
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If you're feeling generous, donate here:
Every little bit helps!
EDIT:I'm even considering buying a round-trip Greyhound ticket at this point and possibly staying with Karina for a couple nights. If I don't come up with at least $350 in nine days, I'm probably just gonna do that.
I'm SO desperate you guys! Please help! I'm gonna put some shoes (heels/wedges) up on ebay tomorrow. If you're a size 7-7 1/2, keep a lookout here for updates.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
One life wanted, please.
Bleh. Another recounting of past events. Lucky you.
On Saturday I was supposed to go to Kali's house at 5pm for Kyle's birthday party. Ended up passing out from 2-8pm. Got up, showered, and armed with some gas money from mom, headed over there. Kyle has. The most horrifying. Moustache ever. Both Kali's mom and I said he looked like Jeffrey Dahmer at the exact same time. HEH. Had a couple drinks, watched a very pregnant Kali do some booty dancing that was very similar to Mike's usual routine (HEH!). Called Don and passed the phone around. Then I got a call around 10 from Terry all panicked 'cause he was stranded in Warm Beach. Took me about 5 whole minutes to find out exactly where he was (luckily, I'd been there before) because he was beyond wasted. So I leave, go get gas, head out there and he calls again saying that Shawn was there all along and he wasn't stranded after all. UGH. I go pick him up anyway. Drove him back to his house and we sat in my car listening to my Zune, talking and drinking for about 2 hours. Broke inside as usual (he lost his house key forever ago), watched some tv and passed out. Well, I passed out from like 2-5am. At 5 his alarm went off and I couldn't get back to sleep, so I watched tv until he got up around 10. Went to Elger Bay for breakfast, then I dropped him off at his mom's so she could take him to his side job.
Went home, watched some movies, passed out from 4-8. Went back to sleep at 9-10ish. AND I WAS AWAKE AT 4AM! YAAAYYYY!!!
Today involves much job hunting on Craigslist and going over to Gramma and Grampa's later for dinner. Lisa and Matt are over from North Dakota. Fweee!
On Saturday I was supposed to go to Kali's house at 5pm for Kyle's birthday party. Ended up passing out from 2-8pm. Got up, showered, and armed with some gas money from mom, headed over there. Kyle has. The most horrifying. Moustache ever. Both Kali's mom and I said he looked like Jeffrey Dahmer at the exact same time. HEH. Had a couple drinks, watched a very pregnant Kali do some booty dancing that was very similar to Mike's usual routine (HEH!). Called Don and passed the phone around. Then I got a call around 10 from Terry all panicked 'cause he was stranded in Warm Beach. Took me about 5 whole minutes to find out exactly where he was (luckily, I'd been there before) because he was beyond wasted. So I leave, go get gas, head out there and he calls again saying that Shawn was there all along and he wasn't stranded after all. UGH. I go pick him up anyway. Drove him back to his house and we sat in my car listening to my Zune, talking and drinking for about 2 hours. Broke inside as usual (he lost his house key forever ago), watched some tv and passed out. Well, I passed out from like 2-5am. At 5 his alarm went off and I couldn't get back to sleep, so I watched tv until he got up around 10. Went to Elger Bay for breakfast, then I dropped him off at his mom's so she could take him to his side job.
Went home, watched some movies, passed out from 4-8. Went back to sleep at 9-10ish. AND I WAS AWAKE AT 4AM! YAAAYYYY!!!
Today involves much job hunting on Craigslist and going over to Gramma and Grampa's later for dinner. Lisa and Matt are over from North Dakota. Fweee!
Saturday, September 27, 2008
FUCK!
UM.
Real-time VIDEO makeup tutorials all over Youtube?
THIS. CHANGES. EVERYTHING.
Here's where everything goes shithouse:
I got inspired and busted out all my makeup (as in, THE TRAINCASE, not the everyday bag I carry in my purse) and went to go at my face like I always used to. Know what I realized upon opening it? About 2-3 Altoids tins of depotted eyeshadows, my plastic case of 8 different purples AND my favorite NYX trio with a light pink, dark pink and sky blue, ALL GONE. Hmmm. I wonder who fucking jacked all those, SARAH SCHULTZ?
How much money does she have to fucking cost me? SERIOUSLY?!?! Even after a year, I keep on coming across pictures of her wearing my shit (namely, my prized theSTART hoodie, which made me realize she also has two of my theSTART tees). How many goddamn Urban Decay eyeshadows were in there? Those are fucking $16 a pop! MY MAC CHROME YELLOW IS GONE.
I think I'm going to hunt her down and fucking kill her. This means WAR.
Real-time VIDEO makeup tutorials all over Youtube?
THIS. CHANGES. EVERYTHING.
Here's where everything goes shithouse:
I got inspired and busted out all my makeup (as in, THE TRAINCASE, not the everyday bag I carry in my purse) and went to go at my face like I always used to. Know what I realized upon opening it? About 2-3 Altoids tins of depotted eyeshadows, my plastic case of 8 different purples AND my favorite NYX trio with a light pink, dark pink and sky blue, ALL GONE. Hmmm. I wonder who fucking jacked all those, SARAH SCHULTZ?
How much money does she have to fucking cost me? SERIOUSLY?!?! Even after a year, I keep on coming across pictures of her wearing my shit (namely, my prized theSTART hoodie, which made me realize she also has two of my theSTART tees). How many goddamn Urban Decay eyeshadows were in there? Those are fucking $16 a pop! MY MAC CHROME YELLOW IS GONE.
I think I'm going to hunt her down and fucking kill her. This means WAR.
Norman Reedus movie day.
Slowly turning the backwards sleep schedule around. Let's see... woke up Thursday at like 6-7pm. Cleaned the living shit out of the kitchen after everybody left for work in the morning. Watched Boondock Saints for the first time ever. Downloaded a bunch of Youtube videos (OH MY GOD. SCENE KID LOVE EPISODES 1-4. GENIUS.). Finally passed out around 5pm and woke up at 11pm. YAY! I'm getting back to normal!
Woke up to fish and fries and made myself a fancy smoothie (I'm fucking obsessed with making smoothies right now. It's nuts.). Mom was watching this John Carpenter short film I'd never seen, but I guess we had all along. The main highlight included this guy fucking ripping out his intestines after watching this snuff film that's essentially 'shrouded in mystery' and loading them into a film projector. MOST BADASS HORROR SCENE EVARRRRR. It made my stomach churn slightly, and that just never happens with me. I'm a jaded fuck. The chick getting her head chopped off slowly with three whacks of a machete was awesome, too. Plus it starred Norman Reedus. And he's a sexy bastard.
Yeah. "Masters of Horror: John Carpenter's Cigarette Burns". Duuu eeettt.
Ummmm... there was talk of a party tonight. Probably for Kyle's birthdaayyyy. I'ma go call peoples.
Woke up to fish and fries and made myself a fancy smoothie (I'm fucking obsessed with making smoothies right now. It's nuts.). Mom was watching this John Carpenter short film I'd never seen, but I guess we had all along. The main highlight included this guy fucking ripping out his intestines after watching this snuff film that's essentially 'shrouded in mystery' and loading them into a film projector. MOST BADASS HORROR SCENE EVARRRRR. It made my stomach churn slightly, and that just never happens with me. I'm a jaded fuck. The chick getting her head chopped off slowly with three whacks of a machete was awesome, too. Plus it starred Norman Reedus. And he's a sexy bastard.
Yeah. "Masters of Horror: John Carpenter's Cigarette Burns". Duuu eeettt.
Ummmm... there was talk of a party tonight. Probably for Kyle's birthdaayyyy. I'ma go call peoples.
Friday, September 26, 2008
More wandering into the past...
Reading old blogs from March through September '07. Holy shit. How did I LIVE through that shit? Looking back, I miss having my own place SO GODDAMN BAD, but then I remember the floor being saturated in cat shit and piss. And the dreaded fudge. It was EVERYWHERE. Cans and half-smoked cigarettes and "creative chaos" everywhere you looked. Goddamn. And otherwise having my entire life controlled by a sociopathic 18-year-old? Being told I can't have sex with my BOYFRIEND in MY OWN HOUSE?!?! No thanks.
I do NOT miss that bitch. Not one bit.
But the rest of it... UGH. I miss Terry and I being attached to each other. What happened to that, besides the obvious lack of a driver license on his part? We still made it work after he stopped driving illegally. Heh.
Guh. I just miss going over to Terry's and partying with him, the Tobys and Christine (who now hates me because of the previously mentioned bitch). I really, really do. I miss him picking me up from work blasting Lamb of God in that gnarly blue Mitsubishi truck. I miss dinners at Jasmin. I miss holing up in his room and fucking as loudly as we wanted and watching hours of The Whitest Kids U' Know. I miss people being fucking disgusted by our inability to detach ourselves from each other.
I miss random walks to Phinickey's and just going into the beer garden and sitting on his lap and being disgusting. And yes, even getting beer spilled on my flip-flopped feet all night long. HEH.
Hell, I even miss that one day I let Sarah tag along when Big Toby was passing cars at 80mph down the freeway in his gigantic truck to go get coke in Lake Stevens. Probably because it scared her more than it did me.
I miss "Oh Brefuss. You're so pretty." I miss Amber calling me at 1am because Terry was wasted at her house and wouldn't stop talking about how he wanted me there. "He really loves you."
No matter how hard I try to let this go and pretend it's just this casual relationship, I just can't. It's fucking impossible to forget all these things and all the fucking emotions they conjure up.
I miss us being happy. Together.
I do NOT miss that bitch. Not one bit.
But the rest of it... UGH. I miss Terry and I being attached to each other. What happened to that, besides the obvious lack of a driver license on his part? We still made it work after he stopped driving illegally. Heh.
Guh. I just miss going over to Terry's and partying with him, the Tobys and Christine (who now hates me because of the previously mentioned bitch). I really, really do. I miss him picking me up from work blasting Lamb of God in that gnarly blue Mitsubishi truck. I miss dinners at Jasmin. I miss holing up in his room and fucking as loudly as we wanted and watching hours of The Whitest Kids U' Know. I miss people being fucking disgusted by our inability to detach ourselves from each other.
I miss random walks to Phinickey's and just going into the beer garden and sitting on his lap and being disgusting. And yes, even getting beer spilled on my flip-flopped feet all night long. HEH.
Hell, I even miss that one day I let Sarah tag along when Big Toby was passing cars at 80mph down the freeway in his gigantic truck to go get coke in Lake Stevens. Probably because it scared her more than it did me.
I miss "Oh Brefuss. You're so pretty." I miss Amber calling me at 1am because Terry was wasted at her house and wouldn't stop talking about how he wanted me there. "He really loves you."
No matter how hard I try to let this go and pretend it's just this casual relationship, I just can't. It's fucking impossible to forget all these things and all the fucking emotions they conjure up.
I miss us being happy. Together.
"Embers fly across the sky..."
I officially miss the shit out of my Samsung :( It was such a neat little camera. It took really, REALLY decent pictures. Guh. Eff you, Kodak Easyshare! I hate you!
And I miss last summer like a bitch. Best summer of my fucking life. I just got through uploading a FUCKLOAD (greater than a shitload, mind you) of pictures from last summer. And even earlier, actually. Pictures dating back to '99, when I was a wee little 15-year-old. Wow.
*sigh* I miss Terry, too. Talked to him today on his lunch. He FINALLY! FINALLY! Got a cell phone. YES. It looks like we might not see each other this weekend, though. He's busy with sidejobs and family shit. Balls. Well, maybe Saturday night. Who knows. But then, where the hell am I gonna get gas money? I officially have $10 that I can blow on gas. SHIT.
I'll beg my step-dad for half his change. Heh! That'll come out to about $40-50.
Ya know what else I miss like hell? Stalking theSTART. I miss it so bad. They haven't even been here in almost a year. GUH. I needs me some Aimee-loves.
And I miss last summer like a bitch. Best summer of my fucking life. I just got through uploading a FUCKLOAD (greater than a shitload, mind you) of pictures from last summer. And even earlier, actually. Pictures dating back to '99, when I was a wee little 15-year-old. Wow.
*sigh* I miss Terry, too. Talked to him today on his lunch. He FINALLY! FINALLY! Got a cell phone. YES. It looks like we might not see each other this weekend, though. He's busy with sidejobs and family shit. Balls. Well, maybe Saturday night. Who knows. But then, where the hell am I gonna get gas money? I officially have $10 that I can blow on gas. SHIT.
I'll beg my step-dad for half his change. Heh! That'll come out to about $40-50.
Ya know what else I miss like hell? Stalking theSTART. I miss it so bad. They haven't even been here in almost a year. GUH. I needs me some Aimee-loves.
Eff.
I'm going through my domain, saving all the shit I don't wanna lose forever because I'm shutting it down (well, the space anyhow. The domain name's good through 2010). This is so depressing, but awesome all at once. SO many old pictures I'd forgotten about. Totally putting a huge chunk of them in my "OLD." gallery in my photos.
I'ma miss you, bythethroat.org :(
I'ma miss you, bythethroat.org :(
Thursday, September 25, 2008
This is love, this is love that I'm feelin'.
I've had the bridge from "This Is Love" by PJ Harvey stuck in my head and repeating itself mercilessly for the last two hours.
You the only story that I've never told
You're my dirty little secret, wanna keep you so
Come on out, come on over, help me forget
Keep the walls from falling as they're tumbling in
Can't clean 'cause everyone's asleep. Can't drive anywhere 'cause I have less than a half tank of gas and only about $6 in cash to my name. So I was sitting here with this insane urge to get up and do fucking anything. Eat the contents of the kitchen, clean, drive anywhere. Nope. So what do I do? Crack open a fucking Tilt. So much for all that discipline.
As sad as it sounds, I feel way better. Not so worried about the fact that I'm on my last pack of smokes, how I'm gonna pay my bills from now on, what I'm gonna do for a job, how I'm gonna get the fuck out of this house when I start going insane. Nope. Just drunk and happy. A short-term happy, but happy nonetheless.
And even worse? I only seem to feel inspired when I'm drunk. I get the best fucking ideas ever. I can talk to people with ease (and even in hindsight, don't care how I looked, sounded or acted). I bust open the long-neglected Photoshop and start creating masterpieces. Have fancy ideas for photoshoots. Or, more recently, feel this incredible urge to get my hands on a sewing machine.
I don't wanna kill my own buzz, but why can't I seem to function normally when I'm sober? I think I need therapy.
I'll worry about that tomorrow, I suppose.
You the only story that I've never told
You're my dirty little secret, wanna keep you so
Come on out, come on over, help me forget
Keep the walls from falling as they're tumbling in
Can't clean 'cause everyone's asleep. Can't drive anywhere 'cause I have less than a half tank of gas and only about $6 in cash to my name. So I was sitting here with this insane urge to get up and do fucking anything. Eat the contents of the kitchen, clean, drive anywhere. Nope. So what do I do? Crack open a fucking Tilt. So much for all that discipline.
As sad as it sounds, I feel way better. Not so worried about the fact that I'm on my last pack of smokes, how I'm gonna pay my bills from now on, what I'm gonna do for a job, how I'm gonna get the fuck out of this house when I start going insane. Nope. Just drunk and happy. A short-term happy, but happy nonetheless.
And even worse? I only seem to feel inspired when I'm drunk. I get the best fucking ideas ever. I can talk to people with ease (and even in hindsight, don't care how I looked, sounded or acted). I bust open the long-neglected Photoshop and start creating masterpieces. Have fancy ideas for photoshoots. Or, more recently, feel this incredible urge to get my hands on a sewing machine.
I don't wanna kill my own buzz, but why can't I seem to function normally when I'm sober? I think I need therapy.
I'll worry about that tomorrow, I suppose.
Losing it...
Today, in a fit of boredom, I cleaned up my entire 'area' next to the couch, which included:
-windexing the inside of the front door
-windexing my hamper
-windexing the walls
-putting away all the shit (leather-working kits?!?!) that somehow fell underneath the stool in the corner
-putting away the extension cord and fan that had been sitting in the middle of everything for the past two months
-washing all the clothes that fell behind the couch
-sweeping and mopping
-windexing the lamp
-windexing a picture hanging on the wall that was so nicotine stained, you couldn't really tell what was going on (heh)
-windexing this useless piece of white laminate or something that sits behind the lamp in my corner for no reason. I'll probably end up throwing it out tomorrow. HEH.
THEN I re-arranged all the books, VHS and DVDs in the main DVD shelf.
Jesus balls. My logic behind all this is that I'll pick one little area of the house every day or so and clean the bejesus out of it. Then, eventually, this place will become livable again. Tomorrow? The opposite corner with the chair. It's SO GROSS back there. Ugh. AND I have to throw out all the excess molding (for the laminate flooring we put in three years ago that was, for some strange reason, 'stored' behind the couch) so I can get my new dresser thing into the corner where the stool is.
Already got the bathroom and some of the hallway done last week.
I was wishing tonight that I could go out and get a green cover for the couch, but I'm officially out of money. I mean, I HAVE money, but it's all going toward my storage unit on the first and my phone bill on the 15th. I think I'm gonna shut my domain down 'cause I never effing use it anyway. I have less than a half tank of gas, so I guess I'm not going anywhere. So I'll just stay here and clean!
Bleh bleh bleh. I'm going fucking batshit insane.
I wish I could drive that fucking truck so I could start taking shit to the dump. But THEN I start thinking that it costs $16 for each run. This whole house is gonna end up costing hundreds of dollars, not to mention all the gas it's gonna take for that beast of a truck. UGHHHH.
I'M DRIVING MYSELF INSANE. THIS is why I drink and work! If I don't, I start turning into a fucking psychotic, germaphobic housewife.
This house should be fucking condemned. SOMEONE BUY US A NEW HOUSE!
-windexing the inside of the front door
-windexing my hamper
-windexing the walls
-putting away all the shit (leather-working kits?!?!) that somehow fell underneath the stool in the corner
-putting away the extension cord and fan that had been sitting in the middle of everything for the past two months
-washing all the clothes that fell behind the couch
-sweeping and mopping
-windexing the lamp
-windexing a picture hanging on the wall that was so nicotine stained, you couldn't really tell what was going on (heh)
-windexing this useless piece of white laminate or something that sits behind the lamp in my corner for no reason. I'll probably end up throwing it out tomorrow. HEH.
THEN I re-arranged all the books, VHS and DVDs in the main DVD shelf.
Jesus balls. My logic behind all this is that I'll pick one little area of the house every day or so and clean the bejesus out of it. Then, eventually, this place will become livable again. Tomorrow? The opposite corner with the chair. It's SO GROSS back there. Ugh. AND I have to throw out all the excess molding (for the laminate flooring we put in three years ago that was, for some strange reason, 'stored' behind the couch) so I can get my new dresser thing into the corner where the stool is.
Already got the bathroom and some of the hallway done last week.
I was wishing tonight that I could go out and get a green cover for the couch, but I'm officially out of money. I mean, I HAVE money, but it's all going toward my storage unit on the first and my phone bill on the 15th. I think I'm gonna shut my domain down 'cause I never effing use it anyway. I have less than a half tank of gas, so I guess I'm not going anywhere. So I'll just stay here and clean!
Bleh bleh bleh. I'm going fucking batshit insane.
I wish I could drive that fucking truck so I could start taking shit to the dump. But THEN I start thinking that it costs $16 for each run. This whole house is gonna end up costing hundreds of dollars, not to mention all the gas it's gonna take for that beast of a truck. UGHHHH.
I'M DRIVING MYSELF INSANE. THIS is why I drink and work! If I don't, I start turning into a fucking psychotic, germaphobic housewife.
This house should be fucking condemned. SOMEONE BUY US A NEW HOUSE!
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
"Hey, pie. I know what you want. I saw you in that movie. Whore-slut-bitch."
Effing hell. I went and picked up one of those plastic dresser things at Walmart tonight for $30. Seven drawers.
I STILL have a pile of clothes over two feet tall (folded nicely!) that I can't fit into it. FUCK.
I NEEEEED MY OWN SPACE! My own room, at least! I'M GOING CRAZY!!! I need a bed. Dressers. Closet space! NOW!
If I had some sort of space, I'd be able to actually have an empty trunk in my car. Well, save for the mini shop-vac. Heh! Totally can't live without that.
Someone who can drive my step-dad's gnarly truck should come over and help me load all the shit from my old room/current dumpsite into it so we can take it all to the dump. Yep. Or, even better, someone should give me a million dollars so I can level this pile of shit house and put a new one where it used to be.
I cannot live on a couch anymore.
I STILL have a pile of clothes over two feet tall (folded nicely!) that I can't fit into it. FUCK.
I NEEEEED MY OWN SPACE! My own room, at least! I'M GOING CRAZY!!! I need a bed. Dressers. Closet space! NOW!
If I had some sort of space, I'd be able to actually have an empty trunk in my car. Well, save for the mini shop-vac. Heh! Totally can't live without that.
Someone who can drive my step-dad's gnarly truck should come over and help me load all the shit from my old room/current dumpsite into it so we can take it all to the dump. Yep. Or, even better, someone should give me a million dollars so I can level this pile of shit house and put a new one where it used to be.
I cannot live on a couch anymore.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Blehblehbleh.
I am. Going crazy.
WHY DOES THE AMERICAN APPAREL SITE NEVER WORK ON MY COMPUTER?!?! I have to apply online for the store that's opening in Alderwood. I'm gonna have to go to someone else's house and do it. UGH.
Seriously going crazy with boredom. Now that I've willed myself to stop drinking so goddamn much, I don't know what to do with myself. Fuckin' eh.
Yeah, it's been one day. Give me a fucking break.
In other news. We FINALLY got a new washer and dryer. Thank fucking christ for clean clothes. And a serious abundance of them, since I finally grabbed all the bags of clothes out of my car. HEH. I did a heavy load of darks and it dried in 40 minutes. INCREDIBLE. It used to take 70 minutes for a normal-sized load before the old dryer died. Glee.
This morning I finished reading Chelsea Handler's book "My Horizontal Life". HILARIOUS. I put it down and mom immediately picked it up. She'll be done with it tomorrow. HEH. Moved on to "The Andy Warhol Diaries", which is amusing because his daily tape-recorded ramblings read almost exactly like my blogs do. I doubt I'll finish it any time soon, though, 'cause the book is over 800 fucking pages. Meh. I've got others. Heh.
Made some fancy banana and vanilla soymilk smoothies. Binged on water all day 'cause my pee was seriously neon yellow and I wasn't feeling that hot. I think I'm better now. Gonna lay off the booze during the weekdays.
I'm thinking about going to Walmart tonight to buy one of those tall clear storage/dresser things. I'm getting really tired of piling up all my clean clothes in my hamper. Such a pain in the ass. Plus that would get me out of the house and it wouldn't involve drinking. Yep. Gotta check my account balance and see about heading out.
And. I know it's only been just over a week, but I'm really getting antsy about seeing my damn pictures from the shoot last Saturday. GUH! I know it takes forever to edit and watermark each photo, but I wanna seeee! He said give him about three weeks. I dunno if I can take it! ACK.
WHY DOES THE AMERICAN APPAREL SITE NEVER WORK ON MY COMPUTER?!?! I have to apply online for the store that's opening in Alderwood. I'm gonna have to go to someone else's house and do it. UGH.
Seriously going crazy with boredom. Now that I've willed myself to stop drinking so goddamn much, I don't know what to do with myself. Fuckin' eh.
Yeah, it's been one day. Give me a fucking break.
In other news. We FINALLY got a new washer and dryer. Thank fucking christ for clean clothes. And a serious abundance of them, since I finally grabbed all the bags of clothes out of my car. HEH. I did a heavy load of darks and it dried in 40 minutes. INCREDIBLE. It used to take 70 minutes for a normal-sized load before the old dryer died. Glee.
This morning I finished reading Chelsea Handler's book "My Horizontal Life". HILARIOUS. I put it down and mom immediately picked it up. She'll be done with it tomorrow. HEH. Moved on to "The Andy Warhol Diaries", which is amusing because his daily tape-recorded ramblings read almost exactly like my blogs do. I doubt I'll finish it any time soon, though, 'cause the book is over 800 fucking pages. Meh. I've got others. Heh.
Made some fancy banana and vanilla soymilk smoothies. Binged on water all day 'cause my pee was seriously neon yellow and I wasn't feeling that hot. I think I'm better now. Gonna lay off the booze during the weekdays.
I'm thinking about going to Walmart tonight to buy one of those tall clear storage/dresser things. I'm getting really tired of piling up all my clean clothes in my hamper. Such a pain in the ass. Plus that would get me out of the house and it wouldn't involve drinking. Yep. Gotta check my account balance and see about heading out.
And. I know it's only been just over a week, but I'm really getting antsy about seeing my damn pictures from the shoot last Saturday. GUH! I know it takes forever to edit and watermark each photo, but I wanna seeee! He said give him about three weeks. I dunno if I can take it! ACK.
Monday, September 22, 2008
BLEHHHH.
Balls. John, Doom and I were supposed to wreak havoc tonight, but they all passed out. Sad.
Last night I was too effing tired to drive into Everett. I ended up passing out on the couch at like 10pm. Woke up at 4-ish, passed back out, woke back up at 4pm. Eff. Watched some movies and then John, Doom and I headed out to Angel of the Winds. Had a couple drinks, lost some of John's money in penny slots, etc. Picked up beer, came home, watched Semi-Pro. Everyone's passed out but me. Guh.
I WANT. TO LEAVE. THE HOUSE. Fuck my lives.
Last night I was too effing tired to drive into Everett. I ended up passing out on the couch at like 10pm. Woke up at 4-ish, passed back out, woke back up at 4pm. Eff. Watched some movies and then John, Doom and I headed out to Angel of the Winds. Had a couple drinks, lost some of John's money in penny slots, etc. Picked up beer, came home, watched Semi-Pro. Everyone's passed out but me. Guh.
I WANT. TO LEAVE. THE HOUSE. Fuck my lives.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Fuck my life.
Ugh. I'm supposed to be showering and getting ready to go to a party at Joshy's tonight, but I have no motivation whatsoever because I got so fucking hammered last night. And the night before. And the night before. And so on...
I need to stop drinking. I really, really do. I feel it's becoming a problem. Scratch that. It was a problem a long time ago.
I have shakes every single day now until I can get a drink in me. And I honestly can't remember the last night I was sober. I think I've been drunk for the entire past month. I don't even know how it started.
Am I really that fucking unhappy with my life?Really?Why can't I just fucking dance and be a retardsober?
Eff. I guess I'm gonna go, but I'm gonna make it a serious point to NOT FUCKING BLACK OUT TONIGHT. It's getting ridiculous.
I need to stop drinking. I really, really do. I feel it's becoming a problem. Scratch that. It was a problem a long time ago.
I have shakes every single day now until I can get a drink in me. And I honestly can't remember the last night I was sober. I think I've been drunk for the entire past month. I don't even know how it started.
Am I really that fucking unhappy with my life?Really?Why can't I just fucking dance and be a retardsober?
Eff. I guess I'm gonna go, but I'm gonna make it a serious point to NOT FUCKING BLACK OUT TONIGHT. It's getting ridiculous.
Balls.
Another list of my drunken rampages. Heh.
Thursday. Met up with Sir Trevor at his house and had a drink and a BUCKET of rum at The Rock (KARINA, YOU'RE SO RIGHT! BEST. BAR. EVER.). Decided to see what John was up to and it turned out he was having a party in his backyard, so we headed out there. Brandon was already wasted and blabbing his face off. So hilarious. Finally met Star, drank five Blue Moons and countless pulls of whiskey, danced around like an idiot and passed out on the picnic bench. Wow. I vaguely remember being carried into the house so I could sleep in Jimmy's old room.
Friday: Woke up at 10-ish and passed back out in the living room. Woke up again around 3. Trevor and I took off so I could go get my car from his house. Went home and got ready to go meet up with Mike and Jimmy at the casino. Drank rum in Mike's car. Met up with Harley and Jessie in the MPulse Lounge and had a beer. Went back to the car to drink more rum, and who the hell do we run into on the way out? KAYDE ANDERSON. Holy hell! We worked with her many moons ago at Guess. Anyhow. Went back to the car and finished off the rum. Went to the liquor store for some Jager. By the time we got back to the casino, Mike was absolutely fucking smashed. I hadn't seen him that drunk in a LOOOOONG time. I don't really remember leaving. But Jimmy was driving, so that's good. Ended up at Big Rock, polished off the Jager, bought more beer, went to Silvana River and pitched a tent under the train bridge. HEH. Dandelion dropped by after he got off work and we were totally up until like 10am. Went back to Mike's and passed out.
Today. Woke up at 4. Mike took Jimmy and I to get our cars at the casino and now I'm home. Supposed to go to Joshy's house for a party. Hummm.
I need a shower. Guh.
Thursday. Met up with Sir Trevor at his house and had a drink and a BUCKET of rum at The Rock (KARINA, YOU'RE SO RIGHT! BEST. BAR. EVER.). Decided to see what John was up to and it turned out he was having a party in his backyard, so we headed out there. Brandon was already wasted and blabbing his face off. So hilarious. Finally met Star, drank five Blue Moons and countless pulls of whiskey, danced around like an idiot and passed out on the picnic bench. Wow. I vaguely remember being carried into the house so I could sleep in Jimmy's old room.
Friday: Woke up at 10-ish and passed back out in the living room. Woke up again around 3. Trevor and I took off so I could go get my car from his house. Went home and got ready to go meet up with Mike and Jimmy at the casino. Drank rum in Mike's car. Met up with Harley and Jessie in the MPulse Lounge and had a beer. Went back to the car to drink more rum, and who the hell do we run into on the way out? KAYDE ANDERSON. Holy hell! We worked with her many moons ago at Guess. Anyhow. Went back to the car and finished off the rum. Went to the liquor store for some Jager. By the time we got back to the casino, Mike was absolutely fucking smashed. I hadn't seen him that drunk in a LOOOOONG time. I don't really remember leaving. But Jimmy was driving, so that's good. Ended up at Big Rock, polished off the Jager, bought more beer, went to Silvana River and pitched a tent under the train bridge. HEH. Dandelion dropped by after he got off work and we were totally up until like 10am. Went back to Mike's and passed out.
Today. Woke up at 4. Mike took Jimmy and I to get our cars at the casino and now I'm home. Supposed to go to Joshy's house for a party. Hummm.
I need a shower. Guh.
Monday, September 15, 2008
TAKING BACK BACON BURGER FRIES!!!
I don't remember this weekend. HEH. I'm gonna try right now.
On Thursday I went to Mike's house. Ended up at The Hotel. Had a drink. Went to Shawn/Potter's house and Terry turned up there. Got trashed. Mike drove Terry and I back to Terry's house and I made him take my car so he wouldn't be stranded on the island.
On Friday we woke up at 1-ish and we had to go pick up Terry's paycheck in Marysville. Called Mike and had him come get us. Dropped everybody off at Pepper's, went and got his check, then went back to Stanwood to meet up with Mike, Pepper and Kiera at La Hacienda. From there we went to this awesome novelty shop I had never heard of. Terry got some dashboard ninjas, which he's gonna mount on one of his guitars (HEH!) and I FINALLY GOT MY DEVILGIRL BOBBLEHEAD DOLL. OH GOD! Made some more rounds around Stanwood, got liquor, went back to Pepper's and Mike, Terry and I drank and played Go Fish with Mike's naked-man cards in the basement. GLORY. Went to this girl Danielle's surprise birthday party, then left when we decided we might want to go to Seattle. Terry decided to stay there. We ended up at this guy Petey's house in Bryant and stole him to go to Neighbours. All that is kinda foggy. All I really remember was dancing with Petey and Pepper on the stage and drinking a shit load of Jager in the street. Dropped Petey off at his sister's house in Aurora, then went back to Pepper's and promptly passed out.
Saturday. Woke up at like 12:30 when I had a photoshoot at 1:30. I can't believe I moved so fast for having such a gnarly hangover. I ended up there on time and the shoot went beautifully. I'm so excited to see the photos. It was in this abandoned lumber yard on 1st in Marysville. We shot in this crumbling building, next to the water, in an old shop and on this weird rusted apparatus that we really didn't get the purpose of, except maybe to move logs. From what I saw, these are gonna be goddamn AMAZING.
Went back to Pepper's to get ready for the Full Moon party in Ferndale. Got a call from Terry and he decided he wanted to go with us. HEH. So I went and grabbed him from Potter's house and we headed up north. This time it really wasn't that great. They played a bunch of bullshit and Terry and I just drank in my car and talked endlessly. Same with Mike and Jimmy and Pepper, Kiera and this Jeff guy. Heh. Got out a couple times to dance and drunkenly mingle, but mostly just sat in our respective vehicles. Sat until I was good to drive, then Terry and I went to Denny's in Mount Vernon and laughed our asses off about their midnight menu bullshit. If you guys aren't aware, they have this menu targeted to the kids that come in late at night. There are dishes named after horrible bands, so they've got the 'Plain White Milkshake' and the 'Taking Back Bacon Burger Fries', which we just could NOT stop laughing about. RIDICULOUS!
Drove back to Terry's and passed out. I did, however, start to see shadow people whilst driving down East Camano Road because I was so exhausted. ACK.
Sunday. Dropped Terry at Potter's so he could try to find his glasses and finish helping him move. Went to Pepper's, ate some foodz, drank some beer and watched South Park. Passed out drunk on the floor around 3am, woke up at 6 to take Mike to his car so he could go to work, then headed home. Fun times.
I need to effing go to bed.
On Thursday I went to Mike's house. Ended up at The Hotel. Had a drink. Went to Shawn/Potter's house and Terry turned up there. Got trashed. Mike drove Terry and I back to Terry's house and I made him take my car so he wouldn't be stranded on the island.
On Friday we woke up at 1-ish and we had to go pick up Terry's paycheck in Marysville. Called Mike and had him come get us. Dropped everybody off at Pepper's, went and got his check, then went back to Stanwood to meet up with Mike, Pepper and Kiera at La Hacienda. From there we went to this awesome novelty shop I had never heard of. Terry got some dashboard ninjas, which he's gonna mount on one of his guitars (HEH!) and I FINALLY GOT MY DEVILGIRL BOBBLEHEAD DOLL. OH GOD! Made some more rounds around Stanwood, got liquor, went back to Pepper's and Mike, Terry and I drank and played Go Fish with Mike's naked-man cards in the basement. GLORY. Went to this girl Danielle's surprise birthday party, then left when we decided we might want to go to Seattle. Terry decided to stay there. We ended up at this guy Petey's house in Bryant and stole him to go to Neighbours. All that is kinda foggy. All I really remember was dancing with Petey and Pepper on the stage and drinking a shit load of Jager in the street. Dropped Petey off at his sister's house in Aurora, then went back to Pepper's and promptly passed out.
Saturday. Woke up at like 12:30 when I had a photoshoot at 1:30. I can't believe I moved so fast for having such a gnarly hangover. I ended up there on time and the shoot went beautifully. I'm so excited to see the photos. It was in this abandoned lumber yard on 1st in Marysville. We shot in this crumbling building, next to the water, in an old shop and on this weird rusted apparatus that we really didn't get the purpose of, except maybe to move logs. From what I saw, these are gonna be goddamn AMAZING.
Went back to Pepper's to get ready for the Full Moon party in Ferndale. Got a call from Terry and he decided he wanted to go with us. HEH. So I went and grabbed him from Potter's house and we headed up north. This time it really wasn't that great. They played a bunch of bullshit and Terry and I just drank in my car and talked endlessly. Same with Mike and Jimmy and Pepper, Kiera and this Jeff guy. Heh. Got out a couple times to dance and drunkenly mingle, but mostly just sat in our respective vehicles. Sat until I was good to drive, then Terry and I went to Denny's in Mount Vernon and laughed our asses off about their midnight menu bullshit. If you guys aren't aware, they have this menu targeted to the kids that come in late at night. There are dishes named after horrible bands, so they've got the 'Plain White Milkshake' and the 'Taking Back Bacon Burger Fries', which we just could NOT stop laughing about. RIDICULOUS!
Drove back to Terry's and passed out. I did, however, start to see shadow people whilst driving down East Camano Road because I was so exhausted. ACK.
Sunday. Dropped Terry at Potter's so he could try to find his glasses and finish helping him move. Went to Pepper's, ate some foodz, drank some beer and watched South Park. Passed out drunk on the floor around 3am, woke up at 6 to take Mike to his car so he could go to work, then headed home. Fun times.
I need to effing go to bed.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
AHHHHH!!!
So it looks like I've got a photoshoot this weekend! GROOOGHHH!!!
After years (literally) of being super-apprehensive about signing up for ModelMayhem.com, I finally did about a month ago and to my surprise, I've been contacted a lot more than I thought I would. Heh. What the hell have I been so apprehensive about? Shoots are super fun unless they're drawn out for hours.
Yes sirs, I'm dabbling in modeling once again. UNGH. It's gonna be amazing.
...now I just need a chaperone. Yup.
After years (literally) of being super-apprehensive about signing up for ModelMayhem.com, I finally did about a month ago and to my surprise, I've been contacted a lot more than I thought I would. Heh. What the hell have I been so apprehensive about? Shoots are super fun unless they're drawn out for hours.
Yes sirs, I'm dabbling in modeling once again. UNGH. It's gonna be amazing.
...now I just need a chaperone. Yup.
More fun with blackouts.
So what I can remember last night was amazing. And the photographic evidence of me being a fucking idiot is SO HILARIOUS.
But the glory began much earlier. Chelsey called me yesterday afternoon to let me know Angel called her to tell her we both had gift certificates waiting for us at Guess (almost typed 'work'. BAD.). So I hauled ass over there and tried on a bunch of shit and then went out for teriyaki with Angel, Chad, Christina and her boyfriend Alex. Which was the best. Went back into the store and tried on some more shit, but decided not to blow the certificate there. I needed some motherfuckin' new Daredevils. So I arranged to meet up with Chelsey at her apartment so we could go to Bellevue Square before she had to pick up Tyler from work, which is right down the road from the mall. Ohhhhh new Daredevils. They're so fancy. And I finally effing went up a size. YAY! Went to Red Robin and got a beer to kill time before we had to go get him. Went back to the apartment, had another beer, then we took my car to the Noc Noc. Which was fantastic. It was 80's night and the drunker I got, the more every song they played was my favorite. HEH.
So. I believe Tyler had a beer. Chelsey and I both started out with an AMF each. Then a SoCo and Sprite. The last drink I remember (and apparently, there were more) was the dreaded Black Opal. The three of us ended up dancing like idiots all over each other and I kept trying to grind down to the floor all sexy-like (probably looked like a complete fucking retard in hindsight), but I was falling down everywhere. HEH! This is where everything turns black.
So from the information I gathered from Chelsey and the pictures, we went back to the car (I was BAREFOOT), with a stop to pee by what I earlier christened "The Chelsey-sized hot tub". We peed. ON THE SIDEWALK. ON SECOND AVENUE. Apparently I kept falling down and my ass was everywhere.
I can't believe I didn't get fucking arrested last night, you guys.
Naturally, Tyler drove my car back. Then we got inside their apartment building and started our reign of terror. I immediately fell up the stairs. Or something. So Chelsey and I decided this would be a good time for a photo op. HEH. Then it seems that all the way up to their floor, my right arm completely lost gravitational pull. Got inside the apartment and collapsed on the floor.
I woke up this morning in the bed with them, though. HEH! Oh, and when I went pee, there was a fucking LEAF in my underpants!
Goddamn. Fucking goddamn. Why do I keep blacking out so much?!?! FUCK!
Gettin' PAAAAIIIIDDD tonight. YUSSSS. My last paycheck plus my unused vacation time. Should be just under $800. WOOOO!!!
But the glory began much earlier. Chelsey called me yesterday afternoon to let me know Angel called her to tell her we both had gift certificates waiting for us at Guess (almost typed 'work'. BAD.). So I hauled ass over there and tried on a bunch of shit and then went out for teriyaki with Angel, Chad, Christina and her boyfriend Alex. Which was the best. Went back into the store and tried on some more shit, but decided not to blow the certificate there. I needed some motherfuckin' new Daredevils. So I arranged to meet up with Chelsey at her apartment so we could go to Bellevue Square before she had to pick up Tyler from work, which is right down the road from the mall. Ohhhhh new Daredevils. They're so fancy. And I finally effing went up a size. YAY! Went to Red Robin and got a beer to kill time before we had to go get him. Went back to the apartment, had another beer, then we took my car to the Noc Noc. Which was fantastic. It was 80's night and the drunker I got, the more every song they played was my favorite. HEH.
So. I believe Tyler had a beer. Chelsey and I both started out with an AMF each. Then a SoCo and Sprite. The last drink I remember (and apparently, there were more) was the dreaded Black Opal. The three of us ended up dancing like idiots all over each other and I kept trying to grind down to the floor all sexy-like (probably looked like a complete fucking retard in hindsight), but I was falling down everywhere. HEH! This is where everything turns black.
So from the information I gathered from Chelsey and the pictures, we went back to the car (I was BAREFOOT), with a stop to pee by what I earlier christened "The Chelsey-sized hot tub". We peed. ON THE SIDEWALK. ON SECOND AVENUE. Apparently I kept falling down and my ass was everywhere.
I can't believe I didn't get fucking arrested last night, you guys.
Naturally, Tyler drove my car back. Then we got inside their apartment building and started our reign of terror. I immediately fell up the stairs. Or something. So Chelsey and I decided this would be a good time for a photo op. HEH. Then it seems that all the way up to their floor, my right arm completely lost gravitational pull. Got inside the apartment and collapsed on the floor.
I woke up this morning in the bed with them, though. HEH! Oh, and when I went pee, there was a fucking LEAF in my underpants!
Goddamn. Fucking goddamn. Why do I keep blacking out so much?!?! FUCK!
Gettin' PAAAAIIIIDDD tonight. YUSSSS. My last paycheck plus my unused vacation time. Should be just under $800. WOOOO!!!
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
"WOOO!!! Play that same song again!"
Dear god.
Friday: Went over to Terry's to pick him up and go out for drinks, but he wasn't in the the mood to go out. About five minutes after I got there, one of his roommates got home and immediately blew up on me about how she thinks I'm a creepy weirdo for never really conversating with her and how she feels awkward whenever I'm in the house. So that was awesome, and I was forced to thoroughly explain to (almost) a complete stranger why I don't talk endlessly (and to my complete surprise, Terry actually defended me). Which I really don't think is a bad thing. Should I blab on endlessly with trivial filler or only say something when I feel it's appropriate/relevant? So right at that moment I did the only thing I knew would make me be open around her for the rest of the night: I downed six glasses of red wine in about five minutes. Seriously. The only time I can blab about nothing to absolutely anyone is when I'm thoroughly annihilated.
Inhibitions. I has dem.
So six glasses of wine and two beers later, Terry and I were about ready to pass out. Well, that and he had work in the morning.
Saturday: He didn't end up going. Heh. So I just drove him to Richard's on my way home. The majority of Saturday was spent sitting on my ass on the computer. Finally got a hold of Chelsey around 7-ish and arranged to meet her at this frat house in the U-District where her friend's band was shooting a music video/throwing a drunken pool party. Wow. This place had the filthiest fucking bathroom I had EVER seen in my fucking life. GROSS. That place was seriously teeming with AIDS. Or the Ebola Virus. Orsomething.
Most of the night was spent in search of booze. 'Cause crazily enough, this place was completely dry except for a half gallon of Monarch vodka, which we were trying to steer clear of. AND we couldn't go out and buy beer 'cause Chelsey left her license at home and I wasn't about to drive anywhere 'cause I don't know the area that well. AND our parking spots were bitches to get.
But no. We were so desperate to get drunk that the imbibing of hairspray-flavored liquor was inevitable (after, of course, shotgunning the two beers that were in my trunk in the street). And the only chaser we had readily available was ICE CUBES, because the soda machines in the mess hall were out of order. FANTASTIC. So we were good and drunk for a grand total of one hour. The band was having trouble getting set up, so by the time the actual filming occured, we were dead sober. Fuck.
The most memorable moment from the shoot/party was when I spotted a tiny drunk asian chick wearing some True Religions. I told everyone to wait for her to get naked so I could steal her jeans. I was right, she lost her clothes, but I had no idea what she did with them. Heh. Who in their right (even inebriated) mind would abandon a pair of $200 jeans at a party?!?! 'Cause seriously, people like me will jack your shit without a second thought.
Anyway. Keep a look out for a music video from a band called Man Without Wax (on YouTube, I guess. They just got signed, but I can't guarantee MTV status or anything just yet). The song is called 'Kansas City Shuffle'. You might catch a glimpse of Chelsey and I standing on the stairs near the stage looking unenthused while drunk bitches in bikinis writhed around us.
After watching the band lip-sync to the same song about 15 times, we got bored, rounded up Tyler and the troops and left. Got back to their fancy new apartment, ate some foodz, then headed out to Moe Bar and had some tequila shots. Stopped to pick up a six-pack before 2am hit, then went back to the apartment and played a drinking game which I think was simply called, "BEEEERR!!!". I got fucking hammered. I vaguely remember Terry calling me and drunk-dialing John. Then I passed the fuck out.
Sunday: Woke up at 10:30am and headed out. Had some trouble getting onto Northbound I-5, but made it eventually and drove to Gramma and Grampa's for my annual birthday gathering. Ate a shitload of food and downloaded a shitload of music. Got a very awkward call from a guy I drunkenly gave my number to at a party at Josh's just over a month ago while Terry and I were on a break. That was... horrible. WHY do I do these things?! Called Mike to tell him all about rejecting the guy and discovered that he and Hannah were already outside of Phoenix, Arizona. Damn. I'm pretty sure they had only left San Antonio the day before. Shortly after I got a call from Terry pretty much commanding me to come over. So I headed over there with a six-pack of Rolling Rock and we got hammered.
Monday: Woke up at 5:40-ish and took Terry to work. Stopped by Walmart before heading home and bought a new cheap-o flat iron. Bleh. It'll work for about six months and then die. Hopefully by then I can afford a real one. Got home, read for a bit and then passed back out. Woke up to (step-dad) Terry getting home from the laundry mat around 3. The rest of my books had come in the mail. Sweet. Took off for Gramma and Grampa's 'cause Grampa called and wanted me to come over 'cause he fell asleep before I left and therefore wasn't able to give me my present, which turned out to be some much-needed cash. $50 in two dollar bills. HEH!
Watched some tv, researched community colleges online and printed out my 'practice' FAFSA. Ate McDonald's 'til I felt like I was gonna puke.
Goddamn. What a weekend.
Friday: Went over to Terry's to pick him up and go out for drinks, but he wasn't in the the mood to go out. About five minutes after I got there, one of his roommates got home and immediately blew up on me about how she thinks I'm a creepy weirdo for never really conversating with her and how she feels awkward whenever I'm in the house. So that was awesome, and I was forced to thoroughly explain to (almost) a complete stranger why I don't talk endlessly (and to my complete surprise, Terry actually defended me). Which I really don't think is a bad thing. Should I blab on endlessly with trivial filler or only say something when I feel it's appropriate/relevant? So right at that moment I did the only thing I knew would make me be open around her for the rest of the night: I downed six glasses of red wine in about five minutes. Seriously. The only time I can blab about nothing to absolutely anyone is when I'm thoroughly annihilated.
Inhibitions. I has dem.
So six glasses of wine and two beers later, Terry and I were about ready to pass out. Well, that and he had work in the morning.
Saturday: He didn't end up going. Heh. So I just drove him to Richard's on my way home. The majority of Saturday was spent sitting on my ass on the computer. Finally got a hold of Chelsey around 7-ish and arranged to meet her at this frat house in the U-District where her friend's band was shooting a music video/throwing a drunken pool party. Wow. This place had the filthiest fucking bathroom I had EVER seen in my fucking life. GROSS. That place was seriously teeming with AIDS. Or the Ebola Virus. Orsomething.
Most of the night was spent in search of booze. 'Cause crazily enough, this place was completely dry except for a half gallon of Monarch vodka, which we were trying to steer clear of. AND we couldn't go out and buy beer 'cause Chelsey left her license at home and I wasn't about to drive anywhere 'cause I don't know the area that well. AND our parking spots were bitches to get.
But no. We were so desperate to get drunk that the imbibing of hairspray-flavored liquor was inevitable (after, of course, shotgunning the two beers that were in my trunk in the street). And the only chaser we had readily available was ICE CUBES, because the soda machines in the mess hall were out of order. FANTASTIC. So we were good and drunk for a grand total of one hour. The band was having trouble getting set up, so by the time the actual filming occured, we were dead sober. Fuck.
The most memorable moment from the shoot/party was when I spotted a tiny drunk asian chick wearing some True Religions. I told everyone to wait for her to get naked so I could steal her jeans. I was right, she lost her clothes, but I had no idea what she did with them. Heh. Who in their right (even inebriated) mind would abandon a pair of $200 jeans at a party?!?! 'Cause seriously, people like me will jack your shit without a second thought.
Anyway. Keep a look out for a music video from a band called Man Without Wax (on YouTube, I guess. They just got signed, but I can't guarantee MTV status or anything just yet). The song is called 'Kansas City Shuffle'. You might catch a glimpse of Chelsey and I standing on the stairs near the stage looking unenthused while drunk bitches in bikinis writhed around us.
After watching the band lip-sync to the same song about 15 times, we got bored, rounded up Tyler and the troops and left. Got back to their fancy new apartment, ate some foodz, then headed out to Moe Bar and had some tequila shots. Stopped to pick up a six-pack before 2am hit, then went back to the apartment and played a drinking game which I think was simply called, "BEEEERR!!!". I got fucking hammered. I vaguely remember Terry calling me and drunk-dialing John. Then I passed the fuck out.
Sunday: Woke up at 10:30am and headed out. Had some trouble getting onto Northbound I-5, but made it eventually and drove to Gramma and Grampa's for my annual birthday gathering. Ate a shitload of food and downloaded a shitload of music. Got a very awkward call from a guy I drunkenly gave my number to at a party at Josh's just over a month ago while Terry and I were on a break. That was... horrible. WHY do I do these things?! Called Mike to tell him all about rejecting the guy and discovered that he and Hannah were already outside of Phoenix, Arizona. Damn. I'm pretty sure they had only left San Antonio the day before. Shortly after I got a call from Terry pretty much commanding me to come over. So I headed over there with a six-pack of Rolling Rock and we got hammered.
Monday: Woke up at 5:40-ish and took Terry to work. Stopped by Walmart before heading home and bought a new cheap-o flat iron. Bleh. It'll work for about six months and then die. Hopefully by then I can afford a real one. Got home, read for a bit and then passed back out. Woke up to (step-dad) Terry getting home from the laundry mat around 3. The rest of my books had come in the mail. Sweet. Took off for Gramma and Grampa's 'cause Grampa called and wanted me to come over 'cause he fell asleep before I left and therefore wasn't able to give me my present, which turned out to be some much-needed cash. $50 in two dollar bills. HEH!
Watched some tv, researched community colleges online and printed out my 'practice' FAFSA. Ate McDonald's 'til I felt like I was gonna puke.
Goddamn. What a weekend.
Friday, September 5, 2008
"Oh, what a a wonderful tea party."
Slept in until two today. Heh. Got another book in the mail. Have yet to start reading it. Mom came home, gave me a card and roses and some monehs. Started mixing up pina coladas and I'm fairly tipsy now. Yusssss. Manicotti for dinner. GLORY.
Tomorrow I'm picking up Terry from the island and we're going out for drinks. Not sure where yet, but we'll most likely end up at Amigo's or The Hotel. If anyone wants to come along, hopefully you've got my cell number.
Wooooo drunken tiiiimes.
MIKE'S LEAVING TOMORROW AND I'M SAD. I'm gonna be Pants-less until the 11th or 12th. I could cry.
Tomorrow I'm picking up Terry from the island and we're going out for drinks. Not sure where yet, but we'll most likely end up at Amigo's or The Hotel. If anyone wants to come along, hopefully you've got my cell number.
Wooooo drunken tiiiimes.
MIKE'S LEAVING TOMORROW AND I'M SAD. I'm gonna be Pants-less until the 11th or 12th. I could cry.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
24. Wooo.
Mike and I had a fancy little day today.
Met up with him after he got off work, went to his house where he shoveled foodz down my throat, then we headed off to Southcenter where he bought me a fancy jacket from H&M. They were all out of the turquoise peacoats in size 2 :/ Of course, it took like two hours of wandering the entire mall before I could decide on anything. Heh. Then we ate much McDonald's and met up with Chelsey on the Hill and went and got drinks at The Cuff. WOOO!!!
IT'S MY BIRTHDAY. RIGHT NOW. Heh. Not that I care. Funny how the older you get, the more and more you lose interest in your birthday. Huh.
I told mom I wanted a new flatiron (which I really REALLY do, but a nice one is gonna run over $100. Soooo... no.), but I think I'ma ask for a tattoo. 'Cause it's been years since I've gotten one, and I have this one in my head that I've been wanting for the past 6 months or so. The only problem is, where the eff am I gonna go? I either have to track down this Evildad guy who does BEAUTIFUL work but is super far away, or go to Electra 'cause Eric isn't working in a shop anymore. Pooo.
Met up with him after he got off work, went to his house where he shoveled foodz down my throat, then we headed off to Southcenter where he bought me a fancy jacket from H&M. They were all out of the turquoise peacoats in size 2 :/ Of course, it took like two hours of wandering the entire mall before I could decide on anything. Heh. Then we ate much McDonald's and met up with Chelsey on the Hill and went and got drinks at The Cuff. WOOO!!!
IT'S MY BIRTHDAY. RIGHT NOW. Heh. Not that I care. Funny how the older you get, the more and more you lose interest in your birthday. Huh.
I told mom I wanted a new flatiron (which I really REALLY do, but a nice one is gonna run over $100. Soooo... no.), but I think I'ma ask for a tattoo. 'Cause it's been years since I've gotten one, and I have this one in my head that I've been wanting for the past 6 months or so. The only problem is, where the eff am I gonna go? I either have to track down this Evildad guy who does BEAUTIFUL work but is super far away, or go to Electra 'cause Eric isn't working in a shop anymore. Pooo.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
"Ponytails will get you tail, just keep it out of my mai tai..."
Oh, what a glorious weekend.
On Friday Mike and I headed down to Seattle after he got off work so I could go see Chev and have her fix my heinous hair. And that was worth about 1,000 Manolos. Seriously. Afterward we went to Southcenter to check out H&M and only had like an hour to do so. So much shit. Oh my god. I wanted all these goddamn jackets but I couldn't afford them and I wouldn't let Mike buy them for me. Heh! Maybe after my last paycheck. A turquoise peacoat? I mean, COME ON! I NEED IT! It was SO fucking sexual on me. GUH. After that we went back to Mike's and went to sleep.
On Saturday we met up with Hannah at her mom's place in Silver Lake. Ate copious amounts of lumpia and ponset. OH MY GOD. I'm in love with filipino foodz. Went to Nate's later on and drank in the lobby of his apartment complex. Went tanning and eventually got kicked out 'cause the security guy had to close it down. HEH. After like 5-6 beers, we decided to go to this bar in Aurora. Or Shoreline. I'm really not sure where it was. But apparently Mike, Nate and I had 35 drinks and Nate was paying for all of it. Needless to say, I blacked out the ride back to Nate's (but Hannah was asleep in the car while we were in the bar and drove, so no worries). I was told I was screaming along to Motley Crue and screaming at people out the window. Nate and I were asking people for Grey Poupon at stop lights.
MY. GOD. I really don't remember any of this. I don't remember the car ride, I don't remember going back up to Nate's apartment, and I don't remember passing out on the couch. This is bad. Very bad.
Woke up the next morning on the couch when we had to leave to take Nate to work. How he was able to go in, I have no idea. I felt like DOGSHIT. Took Hannah back to her mom's, stopped down the street to puke up the ponset from the night before (which has rice noodles in it and they were still INTACT, even though the Dick's I had after that was nowhere to be found). Went to Mike's gramma's, which was amusing as FUCK. She's fucking HILARIOUS. Went to the Spirit halloween store, an asian grocery store, Olive Garden, Toys 'R' Us, Half Price Books, then back to Hannah's to kidnap her and then to Joshy's house. He crashed Neil's car the night before and got a DUI, so he was all curled up on the couch in his bar/basement covered in blood. Holy balls. Didn't drink that night, except for a rum and coke with less than a shot of rum in it. So that's good. But after we went back to Mike's and went to sleep, I kept waking up in the midst of panic attacks. I dunno what that was all about. Scary shit. I thought I was going to die. Very much so.
Woke up today after Mike got home from work. The night before I realized my car keys were missing. FUCK. Looked everywhere. Couldn't find them. Texted Josh to ask if he'd seen them ('cause Mike and I passed out for a little bit on the couch). Nope. My car keys are fucking gone. So Mike had to drive me home so I could pick up my spare, then drive me back to his house so I could leave. UGHHHH. FUCK. BLACKOUTS. Hopefully someone finds them and mails them 'cause I have like, two keychain cards on them for stores. Honestly, I'm not really even worried about the keys themselves. Just the fucking VINTAGE KEYCHAINS on them that my Grampa gave me when I got the car. I'm really stressing about those.
So from Mike's I went to Gramma and Grampa's, had some foodz and tried to figure out if I'm really going to Texas or not on the 5th (Mike, Hannah and I were supposed to fly down there so we could pick up her truck and drive it back up here in shifts). I'm not. I thought Grampa had a plane ticket for me from when we were supposed to drive down to Texas last summer in Brandon's car and fly back up, and he does, but it turns out there's a $150 re-booking fee. Which is bullshit. It sucks, 'cause I really really wanna go, but there's no way in hell I can afford a $200 plane ticket. Especially considering I only have $124 to my name until the 10th.
Soooo. Turns out I'm gonna be here for my birthday, but the one person I wanted to celebrate with is gonna be out of state. Worst. Birthday. EVER.
*angst*
I'm drinking double piña coladas out of a Pom glass. Classy. I'm headed to Piña Coladaburg. SOMEBODY STOP MEHHH!!!
What's planned for tomorrow? I really don't know. But I want to get started on cleaning out my old room 'cause I don't know how much longer I can sleep on a couch :/ And maybe I'll go pounce on Mike's head or something.
On Friday Mike and I headed down to Seattle after he got off work so I could go see Chev and have her fix my heinous hair. And that was worth about 1,000 Manolos. Seriously. Afterward we went to Southcenter to check out H&M and only had like an hour to do so. So much shit. Oh my god. I wanted all these goddamn jackets but I couldn't afford them and I wouldn't let Mike buy them for me. Heh! Maybe after my last paycheck. A turquoise peacoat? I mean, COME ON! I NEED IT! It was SO fucking sexual on me. GUH. After that we went back to Mike's and went to sleep.
On Saturday we met up with Hannah at her mom's place in Silver Lake. Ate copious amounts of lumpia and ponset. OH MY GOD. I'm in love with filipino foodz. Went to Nate's later on and drank in the lobby of his apartment complex. Went tanning and eventually got kicked out 'cause the security guy had to close it down. HEH. After like 5-6 beers, we decided to go to this bar in Aurora. Or Shoreline. I'm really not sure where it was. But apparently Mike, Nate and I had 35 drinks and Nate was paying for all of it. Needless to say, I blacked out the ride back to Nate's (but Hannah was asleep in the car while we were in the bar and drove, so no worries). I was told I was screaming along to Motley Crue and screaming at people out the window. Nate and I were asking people for Grey Poupon at stop lights.
MY. GOD. I really don't remember any of this. I don't remember the car ride, I don't remember going back up to Nate's apartment, and I don't remember passing out on the couch. This is bad. Very bad.
Woke up the next morning on the couch when we had to leave to take Nate to work. How he was able to go in, I have no idea. I felt like DOGSHIT. Took Hannah back to her mom's, stopped down the street to puke up the ponset from the night before (which has rice noodles in it and they were still INTACT, even though the Dick's I had after that was nowhere to be found). Went to Mike's gramma's, which was amusing as FUCK. She's fucking HILARIOUS. Went to the Spirit halloween store, an asian grocery store, Olive Garden, Toys 'R' Us, Half Price Books, then back to Hannah's to kidnap her and then to Joshy's house. He crashed Neil's car the night before and got a DUI, so he was all curled up on the couch in his bar/basement covered in blood. Holy balls. Didn't drink that night, except for a rum and coke with less than a shot of rum in it. So that's good. But after we went back to Mike's and went to sleep, I kept waking up in the midst of panic attacks. I dunno what that was all about. Scary shit. I thought I was going to die. Very much so.
Woke up today after Mike got home from work. The night before I realized my car keys were missing. FUCK. Looked everywhere. Couldn't find them. Texted Josh to ask if he'd seen them ('cause Mike and I passed out for a little bit on the couch). Nope. My car keys are fucking gone. So Mike had to drive me home so I could pick up my spare, then drive me back to his house so I could leave. UGHHHH. FUCK. BLACKOUTS. Hopefully someone finds them and mails them 'cause I have like, two keychain cards on them for stores. Honestly, I'm not really even worried about the keys themselves. Just the fucking VINTAGE KEYCHAINS on them that my Grampa gave me when I got the car. I'm really stressing about those.
So from Mike's I went to Gramma and Grampa's, had some foodz and tried to figure out if I'm really going to Texas or not on the 5th (Mike, Hannah and I were supposed to fly down there so we could pick up her truck and drive it back up here in shifts). I'm not. I thought Grampa had a plane ticket for me from when we were supposed to drive down to Texas last summer in Brandon's car and fly back up, and he does, but it turns out there's a $150 re-booking fee. Which is bullshit. It sucks, 'cause I really really wanna go, but there's no way in hell I can afford a $200 plane ticket. Especially considering I only have $124 to my name until the 10th.
Soooo. Turns out I'm gonna be here for my birthday, but the one person I wanted to celebrate with is gonna be out of state. Worst. Birthday. EVER.
*angst*
I'm drinking double piña coladas out of a Pom glass. Classy. I'm headed to Piña Coladaburg. SOMEBODY STOP MEHHH!!!
What's planned for tomorrow? I really don't know. But I want to get started on cleaning out my old room 'cause I don't know how much longer I can sleep on a couch :/ And maybe I'll go pounce on Mike's head or something.
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