| jolly good delirium |
[Nov. 5th, 2004|12:34 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  sick | ] |
| [ | music |
| | brendan benson-lapalco | ] |
i've had serious delirium for the past 2 weeks, with delightfully debilitating headaches and lower back pain. i don't really have much to say except that i've been listening to some french punk/not punk that sarah gave me from the movie CQ and I think it's very good. it's so good, in fact, that i've justified not doing my french homework while i've been sick, on the grounds that this music infuses my head with slang and rock n roll pomp which greatly overshadows all that subjunctive poppycock and other grammatical garbage they teach us in class.
other than that, regina and aubrey apparently had a fish named Coconut Nigger, who just committed suicide by jumping out of his bowl. he's buried right under our porch window, which is really unsettling because i do not want to be haunted by a goldfish ghost named Coconut Nigger....oh wait....now that I think about it that way, I definitely do. I'm sure I would kill myself too if my name was Coconut Nigger. |
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| You'll never see a finer ship in this life |
[Oct. 26th, 2004|01:30 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  awake | ] |
| [ | music |
| | the secret machines-now here is nowhere | ] |
last night, oliver and i went to see Interpol at the warfield in san francisco. it was rainy and on the way there we got lost and stopped by the sidewalk to ask this guy for directions to the theatre, and he was really friendly and told us exactly how to get there. we were really glad that we had directions and we thanked him profusely; he responded by cheerfully asking us for a couple of bucks to help him out, which we forked over, and then he cackled maniacally, "ok! thanks fellas! actually, i meet you there, at the theatre! and if you need any booze or weed, just ask me! Chilly's my name!" we were terrified but pleased and after the show we half expected him to be lurking in the backseat of the car waiting to pop out and say, "hey guys!! it's Chilly!"
as for the show, it was very entertaining and superior to most other big shows in that Interpol's fans are a bit more sophisticated that lots of other bands', and by sophisticated i mean not prone to throwing yourself idiotically into everyone you see. the opening band, the Secret Machines, were loud and had a huge sound. you need to hear their music to know what i mean. when Interpol came on it was orgasmic as i had imagined; Paul was wearing a bowler had and had longer, stringier hair, and Carlos marched around like a bass toting, goose stepping banshee. although Paul made several mistakes, the music was spectacular, as on the record, and the band was very friendly and businesslike. i didnt sense any egos like i did with the Strokes, who I loved live, but who irritated me a little with...well, never mind. this isnt about the Strokes. I was sort of let down, though, that the band didn't play "Stella." they played "leif erickson" and "roland" for the encores, but then they left and the roadies ran over to tune the guitars so we expected there to be a final song. but then the lights came on and the crowd almost rioted. i can't believe i saw Interpol. it really feels like a dream.
The setlist was:
1. Next Exit
2. Obstacle 1
3. Evil
4. C'mere
5. Say Hello to the Angels
6. Public Pervert
7. Not Even Jail
8. NARC
9. Hands Away
10. NYC
11. Slow Hands
12. PDA
Encore
1. Leif Erikson
2. Roland |
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| Johnny Quest Thinks the Yeah Yeah Yeahs are Sellouts |
[Oct. 21st, 2004|01:09 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | sleepy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Interpol-Not Even Jail | ] |
we just saw the midnight movies on campus at porter!
such a perfect situation. the band playing ON campus at our school, with very few people in the audience, so few, in fact, that we got to sit on the stage facing the band, and most importantly, the drummer (you have to see her picture to know what i mean).
sarah and i talked to the band afterwards and they were very cordial and down to earth. sarah said they reminded her of LA and made her want to go back, and it's true, they definitely did reek of silverlake. in a good way.
i got the new ren and stimpy dvd series and i havent taken my hand out of my pants since.......
also, i got the new yeah yeah yeahs dvd which is actually sort of disappointing. they only have one album out so a dvd seems a little premature, and the concert isnt even that good that's on the dvd. the special features consist of a few behind the scenes conversations with the band and a gaggle of stupid fans who give stupid answers to stupid questions. karen o's voice live really doesnt have the emotion on the album; she's more subtle and intense on the album, but live she's almost too excited and giggly with the crowd. there's no mystery live. also, im so fucking annoyed that i can look at someone's shitty, avril lavigne/linkin park/NOFX-infested playlists and find the yeah yeah yeahs "maps" at the end. i hate to admit it, but it looks like they've sold out. |
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| Beetles running in blazers, colliding with femenine principles |
[Oct. 19th, 2004|12:36 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | drunk | ] |
| [ | music |
| | none, besides my creaky chair | ] |
well, well, well. hello kiddlies. i suppose i'll use this journal from now on, not for earnest ventings and pleas for friendly support (although you may give the latter if you wish and it will be greatly appreciated), but for announcements, musical, cinematic, and literary discussions, and links to sites which will expand your perceptions of this wonderful world and open your eyes to the beauty of www.sixsixfive.com/vision.
at the moment, let me say that im counting the days till interpol comes to san francisco, along with the secret machines and another band who's name i've forgotten, and lamenting the probability of the band not performing "take you on a cruise" and "public pervert" which are two of my favorite new songs. i've seen videos of the band performing and daniel kessler, the lead guitarist, has a little bit of sloppiness to him which doesn't affect my love for the music, but which will hopefully be cleaned up by monday, october 25.
i really hope this dreary, miserable weather stays here so that sarah and i will have a chance to read each other depressing short stories and so that the forest outside my window will continus to look like an enchanted realm of leaves. |
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| im scared and hungry |
[Sep. 16th, 2003|10:31 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | terrified | ] |
| [ | music |
| | crosby, stills, nash, and young-"ohio" | ] |
im so nervous right now....it just hit me that as much as i bitch and moan about LA, about the traffic or the snobby people,...its home. and i really dont want to leave right now. im not a fucking adult yet at all. i want to wake up and have my mom there and be taken care of. i think part of this sudden fear has to do with what i felt driving into san francisco a few days ago.....its so...BIG. it scared the shit out of me, being alone in a far away city.
ive never felt so much love for my family before, i dont think. i spent last evening with my dad and bro and had one of the best times with them ive ever had, listening to music and watching movies and i feel like im on my own now, that i dont belong to the family anymore, that im supposed to live somewhere other than what ive considered to be home, from now on. i know this isnt true, but i cant shake the feeling.
two things that are saving me right now....the fact that mike and steph are nervous too and im not insane and that we can all hopefully meet up along the way tomorrow for lunch, maybe in bakersfield or something.
the second is that my cousins from austria arrived again today( i just found out yesterday that they were coming) and they brought me chocolate eggs and chestnuts from austria. i love comfort food so much.
hold me. |
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| goodnight, candy cane children |
[Sep. 14th, 2003|11:26 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  accomplished | ] |
| [ | music |
| | nirvana-unplugged in NY | ] |
i made it home finally from the trip up to the bay area...lots of driving...im really sick of being in the car now.
obviously, when you're on a mission (the mission here, was to see the white stripes) you're going to come across some obstacles. this trip was no exception. i got a speeding ticket on my way up to san francisco from santa cruz and the cop threatened to throw me in jail. fuckin pigs. i hate the law. i fought the law and the law won.
i did make it up to the city and i found jessica without too much trouble. we got some cool cd's at the gigantic amoeba store there and wandered around the funky streets in SF. we got lost a lot, too, another one of those obstacles. and there's this street in berkeley called "bonar street." why would you give that name to a street in a college town? all it does is fuel the immature humor that lies within lots of us. i guess its ok then, haha.
THE WHITE STRIPES WERE SO FUCKING AWESOME. first, the band, Ima Robot opened for them and they were really entertaining, actually. but right when jack and meg ran up onto the stage and threw on their instruments, i almost lost it. my pants are probably ruined. one of the things i love about the band is how flexible they are. they never play the same sets, or the songs exactly the same, and how they dont waste time. they just run up and start playing and get the job done. i expected them to open with "black math" because all the live concerts i've downloaded begin with that song...imagine my glee then, when they opened with "the big three killed my baby," one of my favorites from their first album which i never thought they'd get around to playing. meg was really cute singing "in the cold, cold night" and especially right when she started playing because the breeze picked up her hair and made her look like some crazy angel or something with the background lights illuminating her. the only bad thing was that some asshole, desperate for attention, yelled "YOU'RE HOT!!!!!" right during a lull in the song. it's such a beautiful, soft tune, and this cocksmoker had to go and fuck it up. ah well....he probably went home and cried afterwards. jack, well, is a fucking god. actually no, but im sure he's a cool guy. anyway, he has such amazing stage presence, he's kind of ominous with his high pitched voice, but it's a kind of creepiness that radiates coolness because he does exactly what he wants and he's good at it. im gonna be a complete nerd and provide you all with the rough set list in case you're interested (shown below). that night i stayed with matt and will in their frat house which was a hair-raising experience which i dont feel like talking about, not that it was horrible or anything. im just lazy. anyway, here's the set list.
1.the big three killed my baby
2.dead leaves and the dirty ground
3.when i hear my name
4.death letter
5.cannon
6.i just dont know what to do with myself
7.apple blossom
8.you're pretty good lookin
9.black math
10.in the cold, cold night
11.isis
12.little room
13.ball and biscuit
14.let's shake hands
15.the hardest button to button
16.we're going to be friends
17.truth doesnt make a noise
18.offend in every way
encore
19.seven nation army
20.the union forever
21.boll weevil !!!!!!!!!
this was a fantastic set. and if they had played "hotel yorba" and "jolene," i just mightve been able to die happy. actually not. but that wouldve been great. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 11th, 2003|09:50 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  excited | ] |
| [ | music |
| | robert johnson-"stop breaking down" | ] |
AHHHH.....one more day. this weekend is gonna rock.
im too tired or i'd post more.
i just learned though, that the white stripes are gonna record ANOTHER album by the end of the year...im gonna have really good dreams tonight
im really nervous/excited right now...i will be for the next week or two. |
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| these blues are gonna rub me raw |
[Sep. 9th, 2003|11:25 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | meh | ] |
| [ | music |
| | kings of leon | ] |
ive been spending lots of time with my mom lately since my car's been in the shop, and i actually like spending time with her a lot. she doesnt mind my terrible jokes and she's really open to listening to music that i like. im worried about missing my family next year...thats the one thing. i can deal with being away from the city, even my friends cause i know im gonna see em again. its different for me with my family though...i guess cause i love em so much.
i think im addicted to buying cd's...i have a nasty feeling that this could get me into trouble, but i cant stop. its too much fun.
todays aquisitions: the beatles-sgt pepper's lonely hearts club band, black rebel motorcycle club-take them on, on your own.
40 more days until ROOM ON FIRE
4 more days until THE WHITE STRIPES |
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| rest in peace, warren |
[Sep. 8th, 2003|06:39 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | depressed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | warren zevon-"prison grove" | ] |
i feel terrible right now because i just found out that warren zevon passed away yesterday. for anyone who's not familiar with him, he was a rock blues folk singer who was diagnosed with inoperable lung cancer last year and basically given a death sentence. he outlived the doctor's predictions though, and used his remaining time to record a final album which just came out, called the wind. im so glad i bought it the day before yesterday and got to hear it when he was still alive. it's really a beautiful album, im not just saying that to be polite. every song on it is really great. i know this sounds kinda cheesy but he said something last year that really touched me. its kinda funny, but when asked if he was running around trying to do everything he'd ever wanted to do in his final days, he said, "no i just want to make it in time to see the new james bond movie," which he did...i dunno...he just seemed like such a sweet guy and im really sad after hearing that he died.
along with his album, day before yesterday, i got
1.neil young-harvest
2. the strokes-someday EP
3. kings of leon-youth and young manhood
4.whirlwind heat-do rabbits wonder?
5. the raveonettes-chain gang of love
and today in the mail i just got the complete recordings of robert johnson.
so now i have a lot of new music to listen to |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 8th, 2003|02:13 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | drained | ] |
today was awesome. mike, steve, steph, mel and i went down to claremont to visit mike and jon. im starting to get really excited for college after seeing their dorms and surroundings (except for the way mike gets sexiled all the time by his roomate, beavis. thankfully i wont have to worry about that part since i have a single). i need to go buy some warm clothes and stuff though. it was great seeing them though. it makes it easier to leave friends once you've seen them in their surroundings for some reason. you guys have to drive up or we'll drive down, like, once a month! and rhino records in claremont is really good, despite their ridiculous prices.
im too tired to write any more tonight. does anyone know where i can get a cd tower that holds around 100 cd's thats not THAT expensive? |
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| this is my adopted daughter, margot |
[Sep. 5th, 2003|10:01 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | relieved | ] |
| [ | music |
| | the strokes-"take it or leave it" | ] |
ok..that last post was written in a heated moment and things werent as bad as they seemed. my mom had taken the dog to be groomed so thats why i couldnt find her. next, im gonna grit my teeth and visit the family, but the moby disc sale is tomorrow also so thats alright. i watched royal tenenbaums today also, and i always feel better after watching that movie. everyone in it is so depressed that it makes me feel better about myself.
i then found out that i should be getting the white stripes tickets in the mail in approx. 3 days and i had a long discussion with the guy who's selling me the things about the band. i love when i can talk in depth about music with someone...whenever i try that now, i feel kinda self-conscious cause a lot of people dont seem to be as enthusiastic about talking about it, but it'd be nice to be able to have people who i cant share these thoughts with who feel the same.
then was operation seamus and a jam session at sol's house and then dinner with mom which was pretty cool. im gonna go watch "in the bedroom" now. so i guess today wasnt so shitty after all. sometimes just a lack of shittiness makes a day great.
plus i got flirted with by this really cute girl who works at the bank, haha. it means nothing i know, but damn, does it put me in a good mood! |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 5th, 2003|02:17 pm] |
GODDAMN YOU, BROWNIE. she fuckin escaped from the house and im so scared she's gonna get hit by a car. ive gone around the neighborhood 5 times and i still can't find her...plus i know it'll be MY fault if anything happens to her, just because. right as im pissed at my dad, talking to him on the phone, i find out that the door is ajar and that she's gone. im already mad at my dad because he's doing his famous patented guilt trip on me to make me go visit my grandparents tomorrow in san diego. i dont get my dad's side of the family and they dont get me. i hate going down there cause everyone there is so uptight about revealing emotions and the conversation is something out of pleasanville. im gonna shoot myself if i have to go, and just as i threw the phone against the wall in fury, i saw that the front door is open and brownie's gone. fuck the world, today sucks already. |
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| you can plan a pretty picnic but you can't predict the weather |
[Sep. 4th, 2003|10:29 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | terrified | ] |
| [ | music |
| | my own teeth chattering...with the vines in the background | ] |
right now im home alone reading "ring", which is the japanese book that inspired the movie here...do i have to say how im feeling right now? the phone rang earlier and i just didnt pick it up. im scared shitless. i dont think brownie can breathe anymore.
i just returned from dinner and crossdressing at stephs house with her and mel and june. stephs mom got us sushi, thanks so much, stephs mom!! she feeds us so well.
here are some juicy bits of news ive collected lately: the new strokes album comes out on october 21 and is called "room on fire"; the first new single is called "12:51," (danika told me that one. she recorded the song on my answering machine and its all i can do to not listen to it and wait for it to come out). next, theres a gigantic moby disc sale this weekend, and finally, black rebel motorcycle club is playing a concert at the fonda theatre on tomorrow! shit....i need to get tickets...
im feeling a bit better. Im starting to get it, that i can convince myself not to take things personally and let other people depress me...im not yogi or anything at all; its just im tired to feeling like shit whenever people do stuff i dont like, and i feel like shit cause i take it personally. so now im trying to fight it. huzzah. |
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| the name's betty |
[Sep. 3rd, 2003|09:55 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | full | ] |
| [ | music |
| | velvet underground-"andy warhol album" | ] |
have you ever wanted so bad for people to ask how you're doing or if anything's bothering you because you needed so badly to spill it out? and you've gone over in your head thousands of times how you plan to explain it and then when people actually ask you, you just mumble like an idiot and say everythings fine? maybe not. but i do and i really want to stop doing it because it makes me feel sorry for myself and i hate self pity. its one of the shittiest feelings.
i guess one thing is i feel like im hogging the spotlight if i talk too much about my problems and that im saying too much and that people dont really want to hear it. i know its bad to assume that but i cant imagine people wanting to listen to me when im in these moods.
im getting pummeled with job opportunities from people who come and go in my dads studio, and its great because i always have an opportunity to make some cash. im saving for....stuff.....i tell my parents its for a computer and i want to believe myself, but i'll probably blow it all at amoeba.
i talked to the guy who's selling me the white stripes tickets and he should receive the payment tomorrow so that should finally be settled. im still nervous that the tickets will be lost in the mail, though....cant let down the guard just yet. |
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| my finger's definitely turning to black now |
[Sep. 2nd, 2003|11:09 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  frustrated | ] |
| [ | music |
| | the white stripes-"black math" | ] |
ugh...that..feeling is back. the one where im depressed and annoyed with everything without a concrete reason. at least not one that i want to write about on this. maybe im just not talking about it though, and just saying i dont know what it is cause im scared to talk about it. i dunno. i feel weird. ive tried to make myself feel better by buying music and videos and books whenever i feel liike it. i might as well have a good music collection even if it doesnt solve my problems.
ive resolved to sit down and play guitar for an hour and a half straight every single day. i know it doesnt sound like that much, but it makes a huge difference. after the lesson today, i felt better also. it always makes me feel better.
i got ramen tonight with steph and mike. lots of helen keller jokes, haha. they're such classics. i like hanging out with them. the "survivors". i cant believe everyone's gone. but i talked to rob today and he's having such a great time already in NYC and jeff met a girl on the plane on the way there so im getting really excited for college now. i cant wait to not have to take everything so seriously, to just party and stuff. that sounds bad, but all i want to do right now is have fun. i hope that core class doesnt suck.
seriously, everyone, i have 2 tickets to the white stripes in LA on the 22nd of september that i have to sell....does NOBODY want em? |
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| maybe i'll put my love on ice and teach myself, maybe that'd be nice, yeah! |
[Sep. 1st, 2003|10:00 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | cranky | ] |
| [ | music |
| | velvet underground-"venus in furs" | ] |
today was good because i went to breakfast with my mom and went cd shopping for a bit, and cause i got a cd and played guitar a lot.
today was bad because people are pieces of shit. first, this little girl in blockbuster kept pointing at me and saying to her mom, "mommy look at the doggy!!!!!" i dont think my hair makes me look that much like a dog, but apparently, this 3 year old wanted to piss me off....it was pretty funny though. then, i was wearing this shirt that my mom had since the 70's that's kinda small, but thats how i like em so i was rockin the thing while i skated over to get groceries. a whole posse of shitheads jeered and yelled things at me like, "nice shirt, bitch" and shit like that....fuck non-violence...rarely a day goes by that i dont fantasize about kicking some dickhead's ass. then i hit a crack skating and stumbled and a car filled with assholes laughed and jeered as well. i hate people so much sometimes.
that, along with reasons im not sure of have put me in a bad mood. part of it is probably that i keep forgetting that my car is busted and that most of my friends are gone anyway. im just gonna keep working so i can keep getting money so i can buy a new computer and records all the time and so i can get a ticket to go to the east coast in winter.
have you heard "the gift" by velvet underground? SO fucked up, but SO good. |
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| killing people is bad and wrong...its...badwrong...or no...BADONG. killing people is badong |
[Aug. 31st, 2003|09:00 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  lethargic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | the burning brides | ] |
i just got home from santa barbara...actually, ventura, with my brother and adam, from a mission to hang with our friend, maia, before school starts for them. it was cool how we just decided last night to go and just made it happen like that...actually, it was mostly adam's planning. we just hung out and ate and tried to play miniature golf but we kinda lost interest and just tried to hit the ball as hard as we could and almost nailed a few innocent people. then we came home.
i cant remember a time when ive felt this lazy....i dont want to do ANYTHING....but im still gonna go get some sushi and watch fear and loathing in las vegas.
the guy i bought the white stripes tickets from moved addresses so it turns out i sent the money order to the wrong address...i talked to him and he sounded a bit irritated...if i get fucked out of seeing this show because of something stupid like a mail error....i just may go postal...AHAHAH, GET IT?!..it'll be like in detroit rock city when trip loses the kiss tickets because he hung up the phone without leaving his name and address. no really, im gonna be so angry if something happens. |
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| dirty pretty things |
[Aug. 30th, 2003|10:57 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | weird | ] |
| [ | music |
| | the full monty soundtrack | ] |
i forgot to say something about the surfing movie, "step into liquid," which was awesome. there was one part where the brothers malloy go to surf in IRELAND, and take protestant kids from northern ireland and catholic kids from the south and bring them together to surf. that along with the fact that they wer surfing in ireland, of all places, was really cool.
my car stalled on laurel canyon today and its was so horribly stressful...people are such assholes..i wanted to give em all the finger but i had to get home which i just barely did. then mike and steve came over and we went to see "dirty pretty things" which is an underrated gem...go see it now. they're still here right now, and things are cool, but i feel torn sometimes because i feel like i need to work to get people to listen when i just have a conversation...i hate getting interrupted...i really really hate it, it makes me want to just stop talking to everyone and sulk but i dont wanna seem like a baby. that happened a few times tonight and its a battle i have a lot in my head.
what the hell is with all these shitty actors getting record deals just cause they were in american pie or something? its really ridiculous. |
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| got a rattlesnake gun in the basement, young snake's got my name |
[Aug. 30th, 2003|12:55 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | sore | ] |
| [ | music |
| | the starlite desperation-"go kill mice" | ] |
i worked all day long today, helping my dad's friend, frank, move books and bookshelves from his apartment in westwood to the studio in atwater village which is near dodger stadium. in short, the day included:
2 trips back and forth from westwood to atwater
6 transvestites mistaken for hot girls along santa monica blvd in traffic
32 boxes of heavy books moved
and 70 dollars for me at the end of the day, harhar.
then tonight, i stopped at the gas station near my house to buy some M&Ms and the goofy, somewhat creepy, guy who works there started talking to me and calling me "dude" like he does whenever i go in there. he asked me if i was going to a party that night, and i was on my way to hang with some friends so i thought, fuck it, and said "yeah, im going to a party." then he looked up at me and grinned as he asked in his indian accent, "you gonna get some pussy, too?!" i started laughing and mumbled some response as i left. i think i did a good job of using laughter to conceal that i was just a little bit creeped out, even though it was funny as hell.
then i went to this "party" if by that you mean steph, kim, and kims brother, and i got some "pussy" if by that you mean some cool photographs of my friends and i that i had forgotten about. it was really great to see steph and kim again...lots of laughing, no hard feelings,..i wish every time we hang out could be like that.
it turns out kim can't go to the LA white stripes concert either, and i'd rather sell the tickets to some friends than on ebay...so how bout it guys? 2 tickets to the sold out white stripes show at the greek theatre in LA on Sept. 22. the yeah yeah yeahs and the soledad brothers will be opening for them. let me know if you're interested cause i need to sell them. |
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 28th, 2003|03:44 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | busy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | the strokes-"soma" | ] |
i just found out that my dorm at santa cruz is nicknamed, "the dungeon." save me. there was this article on dorm redecorating in the paper today and i hope i have enough room to give the room some flair....im thinking all red and white, haha. or maybe orange and black.
this morning, brownie (dog) tripped and fell down the stairs...the last 4...it was so sad, but still im laughing even while writing this. i'll never know why animal's bad luck is so funny, but its so cute and i feel bad for laughing at her.
tonight im gonna be at my dad's. i think we're going to see "step into liquid" and get a new computer for his place...i want a super drive soo bad. |
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