IT'S EIGHT O CLOCK ON A SATURDAAAY

Here are my plans for a lonely Saturday night at my father's house (dad: at the bar w/ sandy, blake: at a campout w/ scouts)

1. Somehow convince Dad to buy alcohol. Well, every time we go to store after he picks me up every other Friday, he buys his wine or whatever and I half jokingly/ half seriously say, Hey you should buy me some alcohol! and for some reason this time it worked and he bought me wine coolers. So this part- CHECK, DAMNIT.

2. Load the movie The Rolling Stone's Rock 'n Roll Circus. WORKIN' ON IT.

3. COOOOOOKIESSS. FUCK YES.

4. Tim's Jalapeno Potato Chips? OH YEAHHHH.

5. Watch said awesome movie. Drink, eat. Be merry. Try to feel less alone. :D

argh

today I found the White Album at goodwill- but it's only got the 1st disc. argh.

I'm pretty sure the radio station I listen to plays just the Beatles, Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon (JUST DARK SIDE, THO.) and the Eric Clapton song Layla. Which I like. And have nothing wrong with. MORE KINKS I say. Whenever they play the Kinks, it's the song Lola. How about Low Budget? or Village Green Preservation Society? love that song. also lots of the Who. BUT YEAH. BEST STATION EVERR.

bored and cold.
gotta crochet 4 little Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles for Kody for xmas. They're gonna be FRIGGIN ADORABLE. gotta get em done this weeekk...
I have Layla stuck in my head. LAAAYYLA. stupidericlapton. ah i kid. he is a rock god.
...should learn that for uke..
huh...
should go to bed...
should go to bed & read With Strings Attached for the 2nd time...yeah, it's that awesome. :D

and oh quick another thing in me being weird/random:
this week in Gov class, we was talking 'bout the news, which is largely Tiger Woods. and the teacher, Mr C was saying something about Tiger having a prenup in which his wife gets like 300 million..and then he says, "Paul McCartney, singer/songwriter, used to be in a band called Wings, and oh, another band before that.." lol, haha, "a few years back, got married to a girl, much younger then him--" me, interjecting: "shewasonlyoneyearolderthenhisoldestdaughterFORREAL." which got me a weird look and a, "yeah, only a year older then his oldest daughter..anyway, he was sure this was true love, and decided to not have a prenup...and then she divorces him and takes him for, oh, I don't know how much-" and me: "twenty-six million. pounds. 26millionPOUNDS." and another weird look: "err, yeah. that much.." and I only knew all that 'cos I had JUST READ IT THE NIGHT BEFORE, the whole Crazy Heather Mills thing, and so, yeah. and then Friday he did the "TODAY IN HISTORYY" thing and one of the things was the 11 people being trampled to death at a Who concert- and then Mr C mentioned that the Who was playing the Superbowl, and I frowned and said, "well. half the who." and he's like, "it's roger daltrey, the voice, and pete, their guitarist, so.." and I'm like, "and he wrote most of their stuff, too--- but it's not the Who without Keith and John." and I was for serious ready to debate the hell out of this with him..but he went on. argh, amirite, I can never find anyone to talk about muuusic with. Well except Blake. and he gets tired of me going on about JohnandPAULandtheBEATLESandomgCLAPTON! all the time. but today he said, "I listened to that song Here Today today..." and he got this look on his face, and I was like, "YES. I KNOW: YES. right? SAAD." the one that Paul wrote about John- v. sad. and secretly I do believe Blake is something of a Beatles fan. bahaha.

and one day I missed Gov and then I was going to Brit Lit and the BL teacher always stands outside the classroom and says, 'howdy' 'hello' 'thanks for coming' and all that, and that day I mised Mr C's class he happens to be standing by the door with the BL teacher and he calls my name (my first name, which, I have learned through practice, I am called whenever people are angry- most of the time I am AJ but if I piss you off I'm gonna be called by my First Name- what the A stands for) and was like, "where were you today?" and I was panicking slightly, two teachers glaring at me, so nonchalantly I said, "I wasn't there." and booked it into the room and hear some other kid who was standing about chortle at my answer. Anyway. BL teacher- Mr P- is taking role- ("AJ?" "yeah") and he starts asking me, oh AJ why'd you skip government? I didn't, I just missed it. Oh AJ do you not like Mr C? no, I- AJ why do you hate Mr. C? it's not that it's- or is it Government you hate? me, snapping under the pressure: Yeah, no, it's THE government I hate. Then I sort-of chanted, ANARCHY! and raised a fist into the air and added, "up the workers and all that." Because in panic mode, I will make obscure Beatles movies quotes. -facepalm- anyway- some kids laughed and he went on with the role, thereby diverting him from asking me anymore questions I didn't want to answer.

also as such from missing a gov. class, mr C, who knows my mom, now has a joke when he sees me at class on time, he acts all shocked: OH MY GOSH AJ YOU'RE HERE ON TIME. WOAH, AJ, NICE TO SEE YOU. me, mumbling:shutyourrepublicanface.

a joke I've taken to making around mom and her Republican friends, who happen to ask if I'm Democrat or Republican, is "I'm a goddamn tree-hugging hippie liberal." :D

classic rock saturday

I've been listening to Classic Rock 102.9 like all night, waiting for a Beatles song. There's been Bowie and Hendrix and the song I Want You To Want Me (off the top of my head can't think of who sings it but it's a good song) and NOW finally there's Oh Darlin'. Not the best but good McCartney vocals. We were going to Goodwill today and Watching the Wheels came on, and I was like, "Stop. John Lennon." And when we got back in the car after shopping I was like, "omg. MCCARTNEY." and it was Band on the Run. I love it. Srsly. This station makes me want to get one of them radio adaptors for ipods. We were going down to Albertson's and this song was bugging me, the voice was so familiar and I couldn't name it. Finally figured out it was Mick Jagger and sad it took me that long to figure it out.
Gasp! Now Centerfold. Good song.
so yeah, that's what I've been doing all night. Well. I made a pizza. And I've been reading fanfiction. And today at Goodwill I bought two records- Foghat and Black Sabbath. Right, I know. I don't have a record player. But this brings my total number of records up to 4. I have a Bob Dylan one, Nashville Skylines, and I love the album cover, and a Rolling Stones single, I think it's called. The little records. She's So Cold. Yeah. So eventually I'll get a record player. I kind of want a Beatles record. y'know. 'cos.
I had an idea for song today...at like 4 in the morning. Did I mention this? it feels like I wrote this somewhere...huh. Uh. Oh. No, okay. So I took a colored pencil from a shelf and scribbled it down. 'I wanna be your Yoko Ono.' So yeah. I imagine it with electric guitars. But it's not really anything yet...


So I kind of want to work in culinary arts or cooking or pastry chef but what I really really want to do, (Janis Joplin on the radio now. !!) is radio. Like Classic Rock 102.9. Playing awesome music all day and all that. What. Could. be. More. Awesome. NOTHING. BUt if I wanted to do radio work, I'd need serious speech therapy. 'cos I talk badly. Like my R's and my S's and this weird accent thing I do...omg Pink Floyd is playing now. I have a serious love for this radio station. Ahh. 'Money' from Dark Side of the Moon. Holy shit. I want to write a love letter to Classic Rock 102.9 and I really want to work there. Is not likely, is it? What is life without rock 'n roll? Could I do it, I wonder, totally revamp my speech patterns all by myself by, say, next year? It's crazyness. I'd have to completely rewire the way I speak and how I say words...is there a website for this? fuuck. Radio Communications. There are classes for this at community colleges. Which are honestly the only colleges I will be able to get into. Since AJ=terrible student who gave none to little thought about how high school would affect after-high school life. Turns out, a lot. Like. Colleges like it when you have 3 math classes. I'v had three. Just failed one. Aand. They like extra curricular activities. Ah, nope. And money...well, thank God for FAFSA. I...might try to do this speech thing. Uh, google? Any help here? See, I took speech classes from like 1 grade to 6th- every Mon and Wed I'd go to the public school and meet with a speech therapist where I'd learn my R's and S's and another boy would learn his R's. His R's are still terrible. Anyway. After I stopped taking speech classes I completely lost the knack for speaking like a normal person and in fact at one point in middle school there was a running joke that I could not not properly say the word 'kangaroo' and instead would say 'kangawoo'. Not true. Eh. Anyway. According to this one site about kids with speech problems, i have articulation issues. No big surprise. It's sort of weird, isn't it, that other people have apparently no problems saying something like 'car' but I say 'cah'? Or that other people don't have to think about making an rrr sound? Or that I am not quite sure exactly how to make that sound? Yeah I think it is a little weird...

So there's this site for kids' parents to help them. Speech Activies or Something but their little motto or slogan whatever caught me: We help those who need to be understood. That's perfect; exactly what I need. Oh there's a bunch of sites for things like this. maybe I should try these. I think, yeah, I'll try to start speaking better. There must be something wrong with my brain, that I can't properly say things? Grr.