Today I took the ACT. I guessed on the math bits and wrote jokes and stuff in the 'do your figuring here' bit. 'what kind of name is guban and why does he want this sweater so badly dude just buy the sweater.' 'i have no idea, i guess i should'nt of failed so many math classes haha' 'look! batman!' 'i am upset because i cannot pattern my answers A C D C'. and like that.
And the internet is depressing. Because anything you can do, someone else can do better then you in every single way. Which is both terrifying, depressing, and strangely comforting at the same time. Ah well. I...forgot what I was going to say...Mom was talking to me over Facebook. Uh. I...oh, I just wish I was good at something, y'know? dangnabbit. I mean. Knowing very specific things is not 'being good' at a thing. (so much Beatles knowledge.) and playing a few easy tunes on the easiest instrument to play is also not impressive. I want to learn how to read music..I want to write songs...I want to go to bed and listen to Tuned to a Natural E and read With Strings Attached. Two of my MOST FAVORITE THINGS IN THE WORLD THAT I CAN PUT ON MY IPOD. which doesn't sound like a lot but is, considering the MOST FAVORITE THINGS IN THE WORLD I CANNOT PUT ON MY IPOD are, like, my ukulele, my mom, and pizza. And some other stuff. But music/books/movies, etc, those are ipodable. Anyway. TTANE and WSA (which I am reading for a second time. and is still spectacular. swear to god. double spectacular. i love it so much i want to draw fan-art for it. and i can't draw fan art.) will have to wait for later 'cos I wanna watch SNL tonight because Sharkboy is hosting it. Well, Taylor Lautner, the werewolf in those shitty Twilight movies. Also. He is really good-looking. He's got nothing on most of the celebrities I have crushes on (most-to-all of them from the past. paul john george ringo, eric clapton, roger and keith and pete and john, etc etc)
anywayy
we're watching Funny People
and Paul has a song on that movie
so yeah
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12 December 2009
18 November 2009
random rock and roll obsessions
So of course I love the Beatles but would I call them the Greatest Rock and Roll Band of All Time?
no.
that is The Who.
anyway, I mention this because this summer I read this book- King Dork, which is like my favorite YA book, and the main character lists the top 20 or so rock 'n roll bands, or something. Anyway. I remember copying down this list with a note to listen to those bands but never got around to it..
so now, I go back and find the list and it turns out I've been listening to those bands for the last few months. For instance, the Kinks. Who are awesome. The Village Green Preservation Society is awesomness. Anyway. The Who and the Stones and the Yardbirds and some other bands I've not listened to but need to.
What I'm saying is I need a Who and a Kinks t-shirt.
Nowww.
Amazon.
Do you know what I dislike? Greatest Hits CDs. Liike. It just kind of, well, I like to think of an album as a work of art- good bad or otherwise, as a complete work, you know. So you have your Sgt. Pepper's and your Who By Numbers and all that, but then you've got your Beaucoup of Blues and Two Sides of the Moon (ah, drummer jokes) but whether it's terrible or epic, it's the entire album as a piece and that's it, the single songs are add up to it. So when you take one here and one there just becuase they're "hits" and add them all together, it just puts me off a bit. Also there's no chronogicalness to it- you buy an album from 1966 then likely all the songs are from that year and so you've got a 1966 feel for it. On a Greatest Hits album, it's all over the place and there's a little bit of 70 and 75 next to 71 or what have you. I'm just sayin'.
no.
that is The Who.
anyway, I mention this because this summer I read this book- King Dork, which is like my favorite YA book, and the main character lists the top 20 or so rock 'n roll bands, or something. Anyway. I remember copying down this list with a note to listen to those bands but never got around to it..
so now, I go back and find the list and it turns out I've been listening to those bands for the last few months. For instance, the Kinks. Who are awesome. The Village Green Preservation Society is awesomness. Anyway. The Who and the Stones and the Yardbirds and some other bands I've not listened to but need to.
What I'm saying is I need a Who and a Kinks t-shirt.
Nowww.
Amazon.
Do you know what I dislike? Greatest Hits CDs. Liike. It just kind of, well, I like to think of an album as a work of art- good bad or otherwise, as a complete work, you know. So you have your Sgt. Pepper's and your Who By Numbers and all that, but then you've got your Beaucoup of Blues and Two Sides of the Moon (ah, drummer jokes) but whether it's terrible or epic, it's the entire album as a piece and that's it, the single songs are add up to it. So when you take one here and one there just becuase they're "hits" and add them all together, it just puts me off a bit. Also there's no chronogicalness to it- you buy an album from 1966 then likely all the songs are from that year and so you've got a 1966 feel for it. On a Greatest Hits album, it's all over the place and there's a little bit of 70 and 75 next to 71 or what have you. I'm just sayin'.
15 November 2009
none of your prima donna scenes, paul
So tonight because I was bored and can never find Backbeat online, I watched Birth of the Beatles. And uh. AHAHAHAHAHA. In so many ways it was awful and cheesy but so ridiculous and bad it was funny. Like. My favorite part is when they're doing their first recording session, and there's this bright red light on in the room, and Paul says, "Brian can we have the light off?" and Brian Epstein like snaps at him, "NONE OF YOUR PRIMA DONNA SCENES, PAUL." Haha. Also, some bits of the movie might as well been written by Pete Best-- when Brian has to fire him (the movie makes it out to be that the others wanted him out so they got Eppy to do it, but in real life the thing was George Martin didn't like Pete's drumming) and Pete's all, HOW COULD THEY DO THIS I AM THE BEST DRUMMER IN ENGLAND- I KNOW IT AND THEY KNOW IT AND EVEN RINGO KNOWS IT. Full of lols! UGH and all the Stu Sutcliffe stuff- so over-dramatized and cheesy. Another one of my favorite parts- the Beatles are about to go on stage but Stu's just dropped dead and so Astrid (Stu's gf) comes to them and says, "Stu's dead" and this DRAMATIC MUSIC OF SADNESS swells up. And then John goes on the stage and does this whole weepy thing, "mah bestest friieend is deeaayd" and uh, it was just, yeah. Bad. And omg, just 'cos Eppy was gay doesn't mean he was all flaming and feminine and 'oh would you boys like some tea?' and flirting outrageously and all that. The acting I guess wasn't too terrible, considering the task- their voices were off but the guy who did Paul, he had the right sort of girly eyes and their George was rather moody so that was alright. Guy who did Ringo was bad but he wasn't in the movie a lot. Oh I read on imdb that NONE OF THE BEATLES wanted this movie coming out, they tried to stop it and all. No joke, haha, it was made 1979, so even John was alive to say, FUCK AND NO but that didn't stop it.
But I still reallyy want to see Backbeat which is more about John & Stu. sounds like fun. and OMG Nowhere Boy which comes out in the UK next month- looks awesome. with no Beatles music in it, whatsoever- couldn't get the rights, but at the end I guess they got John's song Mother. The movie's about John as a kid. The Quarrymen and all that stuff.
The other day in English, the journal entry questions were like, 'do you think about death & dying? what occasions thinking about death & dying? what happens when you die?' Of course, this being me in English class where I am bored all the time and know the teacher doesn't even read this anyway (once I just ranted about being married to Batman for an answer to one, dunno why) I gave joke-y non serious answers or just literal ones like: "Yes. When I watch House or CSI. Your heart stops and bloodflow ceases, oxygen to the brain stops and effectively your body shuts down and from then on, begins to decay." knowing of course he prolly wanted an answer like 'u g 2 heven' or whatevs. So the teacher then poses these questions to the class- "Who thinks about death and dying?" and most of the boys and me raise our hands, and so he starts to ask why we think about our death all the time, so I say, "Well, not nessacrily our death, you know, just in general I thought you meant?" Because here is the thing: everyone is going to die. Andandand that means Paul McCartney is going to die during my lifetime and I don't think I am going to be able to handle that. At all. Nor Ringo Starr's death. I don't remember George dying (I was 11, I think, or 10) and I wasn't alive for John's. It terrifies me that any day, one of the Beatles could die. It's stupid to think about. But I still check the news all the time and wake up each morning a little bit scared. Ever since that week in June when like 5 famous people died, whenever we talk about the news, one of us goes, "aw who died now?" Sometimes Blake says jokingly, "alyssa, paul mccartney is dead" and I just look at him and go, "not funny. at all." It is probably not normal to worry about some celebrity's death like this but the Beatles are more then celebrities they're, like, fucking legends. Anyway the point of this was I did not feel like telling anyone I am continually terrified Paul McCartney (and Ringo, too, but I'm always more worried about Paul dying (which is weird because Ringo is older) (but if you talk to some people paul's already dead isn't he?)) up and dying one day. Fuck. I'm going crazy and I hope Paul doesn't die now that I've expressed such fears. I was almost in tears earlier reading about Linda McCartney, she's dead, and then George's death. ;( I can't read a Lennon biography without crying at the end. SPOILER ALERT. He dies. No, he gets killed. Arghahfgfgfarr I get filled with rage and sadness with that whole thing. Oh what annoys me: those "still pissed at yoko" shirts or whatever. HERE'S ONE FOR YOU: "still fucking pissed at mark david chapman" but then that's all MDC wanted, fucking fame, the ican'teventhinkofawordstrongenoughtodescribethatmonster.
hmm i sorta want to go to bed but Blake & dad & sandy are in the living room watching GI JOE RISE OF THE COBRA (snicker snicker rise of the cobra) and it's very loud and lucky for me I happen to have the room directly next to the living room with thin walls. (sarcasm). So I would not get be getting any sleep done. Anyway Dad and Sandy are pretty drunk I am guessing 'cos they're not really getting the movie at all. 'are those aliiennns?' 'no sandy that's COBRA' and 'snakeyes huh what's his deal?' me, from the kitchen (computer as always): 'he's a NINJA, sandy' 'ohh does he always wear that shield thing..' and blake, 'uh yeah he's a ninja' 'does he TALK' 'uhh..'
and now dad and sandy are going to his room ew ew.
maybe blake will turn the volume down so I can goes to sleep.
/is tired for no reason. have done nothing ALL DAY. well i went outside to smoke a cigarillo for no reason 'cept for being bored and then I watched part of Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure and watched that Beatley thing but beyond that, yeahh no. Oh I printed TONS of ukulele tabs/chords off dad's computer, haha.
he seems to be playing a weekend-long game of 'pretend aj does not exist and ignore her completely' for the most part. I admit he's very good at it. and usually I don't mind. but god. being ignored, if you've been, it really really hurts. and taking that one step further, pretending I'm not there is like being stabbed in the heart. I should be used to it by now. Jesus. I've been on the fucking computer all day. No joke. How sad is that? Fuck. Well, I got off that once to smoke- might try that again- and another to to play the uke for a bit. and to eat dinner and to watch SNL for a few minutes and eat ice cream. It's weird but I can't play the uke and sing here. Well I can, i mean it doesn't feel right, I feel like I have to hide. At mom's I'm like, in the kitchen going SOOMMETHIIING IN THE WAAY and blasting out the chords...no shyness or anything but there I'm alone in my room and strumming lightly and mumbling the words even though I know no one can hear me or honestly really even gives a damn about me if I am singing/playing. I'm tryin' to get the shuffle pattern down for All My Loving. down-downupupdownupdown-downupupdownup. the pattern itself is easy- now play the chords and sing along, yeah? and there's the problem. Oh well I'll get it.
I got out my dad's guitar today and good lord it is huge and unwieldy and the fucking strings are like knives and there are so many frets! and then I was holding my uke and was like, this is perfect. feels nice. better then GIANT GUITAR MONSTAH.
I keep wanting to knit something but not getting around to it. Faiil.
I am way to ridiculously obsessed with the Beatles in many ways. It's not too bad though, I guess.
/is a geek.
Is sort of bad though because well everyone likes the Beatles so when you say you like the Beatles people are like, oh right the Beatles and think you're just saying that, right, but as I've discussed before, there are different types of Beatles fan. I'm definetely in the 2nd one (knows random facts and all the songs and that) and making my way towards the third category (which is like, Beatles tattoos and pilgrames to Strawberry fields and general life-revolving-around Beatles)
and now I'm listening to the Rolling Stones. They're good. hard to believe they're from the same time period as the Beatles, the stones seem more rock and roll then the Beatles. The Who, too. huh. What's all that about then.
But I still reallyy want to see Backbeat which is more about John & Stu. sounds like fun. and OMG Nowhere Boy which comes out in the UK next month- looks awesome. with no Beatles music in it, whatsoever- couldn't get the rights, but at the end I guess they got John's song Mother. The movie's about John as a kid. The Quarrymen and all that stuff.
The other day in English, the journal entry questions were like, 'do you think about death & dying? what occasions thinking about death & dying? what happens when you die?' Of course, this being me in English class where I am bored all the time and know the teacher doesn't even read this anyway (once I just ranted about being married to Batman for an answer to one, dunno why) I gave joke-y non serious answers or just literal ones like: "Yes. When I watch House or CSI. Your heart stops and bloodflow ceases, oxygen to the brain stops and effectively your body shuts down and from then on, begins to decay." knowing of course he prolly wanted an answer like 'u g 2 heven' or whatevs. So the teacher then poses these questions to the class- "Who thinks about death and dying?" and most of the boys and me raise our hands, and so he starts to ask why we think about our death all the time, so I say, "Well, not nessacrily our death, you know, just in general I thought you meant?" Because here is the thing: everyone is going to die. Andandand that means Paul McCartney is going to die during my lifetime and I don't think I am going to be able to handle that. At all. Nor Ringo Starr's death. I don't remember George dying (I was 11, I think, or 10) and I wasn't alive for John's. It terrifies me that any day, one of the Beatles could die. It's stupid to think about. But I still check the news all the time and wake up each morning a little bit scared. Ever since that week in June when like 5 famous people died, whenever we talk about the news, one of us goes, "aw who died now?" Sometimes Blake says jokingly, "alyssa, paul mccartney is dead" and I just look at him and go, "not funny. at all." It is probably not normal to worry about some celebrity's death like this but the Beatles are more then celebrities they're, like, fucking legends. Anyway the point of this was I did not feel like telling anyone I am continually terrified Paul McCartney (and Ringo, too, but I'm always more worried about Paul dying (which is weird because Ringo is older) (but if you talk to some people paul's already dead isn't he?)) up and dying one day. Fuck. I'm going crazy and I hope Paul doesn't die now that I've expressed such fears. I was almost in tears earlier reading about Linda McCartney, she's dead, and then George's death. ;( I can't read a Lennon biography without crying at the end. SPOILER ALERT. He dies. No, he gets killed. Arghahfgfgfarr I get filled with rage and sadness with that whole thing. Oh what annoys me: those "still pissed at yoko" shirts or whatever. HERE'S ONE FOR YOU: "still fucking pissed at mark david chapman" but then that's all MDC wanted, fucking fame, the ican'teventhinkofawordstrongenoughtodescribethatmonster.
hmm i sorta want to go to bed but Blake & dad & sandy are in the living room watching GI JOE RISE OF THE COBRA (snicker snicker rise of the cobra) and it's very loud and lucky for me I happen to have the room directly next to the living room with thin walls. (sarcasm). So I would not get be getting any sleep done. Anyway Dad and Sandy are pretty drunk I am guessing 'cos they're not really getting the movie at all. 'are those aliiennns?' 'no sandy that's COBRA' and 'snakeyes huh what's his deal?' me, from the kitchen (computer as always): 'he's a NINJA, sandy' 'ohh does he always wear that shield thing..' and blake, 'uh yeah he's a ninja' 'does he TALK' 'uhh..'
and now dad and sandy are going to his room ew ew.
maybe blake will turn the volume down so I can goes to sleep.
/is tired for no reason. have done nothing ALL DAY. well i went outside to smoke a cigarillo for no reason 'cept for being bored and then I watched part of Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure and watched that Beatley thing but beyond that, yeahh no. Oh I printed TONS of ukulele tabs/chords off dad's computer, haha.
he seems to be playing a weekend-long game of 'pretend aj does not exist and ignore her completely' for the most part. I admit he's very good at it. and usually I don't mind. but god. being ignored, if you've been, it really really hurts. and taking that one step further, pretending I'm not there is like being stabbed in the heart. I should be used to it by now. Jesus. I've been on the fucking computer all day. No joke. How sad is that? Fuck. Well, I got off that once to smoke- might try that again- and another to to play the uke for a bit. and to eat dinner and to watch SNL for a few minutes and eat ice cream. It's weird but I can't play the uke and sing here. Well I can, i mean it doesn't feel right, I feel like I have to hide. At mom's I'm like, in the kitchen going SOOMMETHIIING IN THE WAAY and blasting out the chords...no shyness or anything but there I'm alone in my room and strumming lightly and mumbling the words even though I know no one can hear me or honestly really even gives a damn about me if I am singing/playing. I'm tryin' to get the shuffle pattern down for All My Loving. down-downupupdownupdown-downupupdownup. the pattern itself is easy- now play the chords and sing along, yeah? and there's the problem. Oh well I'll get it.
I got out my dad's guitar today and good lord it is huge and unwieldy and the fucking strings are like knives and there are so many frets! and then I was holding my uke and was like, this is perfect. feels nice. better then GIANT GUITAR MONSTAH.
I keep wanting to knit something but not getting around to it. Faiil.
I am way to ridiculously obsessed with the Beatles in many ways. It's not too bad though, I guess.
/is a geek.
Is sort of bad though because well everyone likes the Beatles so when you say you like the Beatles people are like, oh right the Beatles and think you're just saying that, right, but as I've discussed before, there are different types of Beatles fan. I'm definetely in the 2nd one (knows random facts and all the songs and that) and making my way towards the third category (which is like, Beatles tattoos and pilgrames to Strawberry fields and general life-revolving-around Beatles)
and now I'm listening to the Rolling Stones. They're good. hard to believe they're from the same time period as the Beatles, the stones seem more rock and roll then the Beatles. The Who, too. huh. What's all that about then.
04 July 2009
hello world
It is the 4th of July. in 20 minutes it will be the 5th of July.
Today I went to Wal-Mart (even though I morally oppose it, I cannot financially oppose it) with my mom and I drove and did not panic or freak out. I was very smooth. I only kind of panicked at one point. I got socks because my feet hurt in my shoes without socks and they are purple. The socks not the shoes. The shoes are the double-upper Converse. I like to morally oppose Converse, too. Outsourcing and all that. But these are from a thrift store so it is not like I am financially supporting them. Anyway. They are neat shoes and not too mainstream Converse which is what I really hate. Like. First, Cons were basketball shoes (stupid idea I think) and then, like, astronauts wore them (for reals they did, I was watching a NASA thing and like Alan Shephard and some other astronauts were in flight suits and Chuck Taylors; kick some ass) and then they were Punk Shoes, like the Ramones and fucking Wayne's World (re-watched both of those movies last night, awesome) and now they're fucking prep shoes. No self-respecting punk wears Cons that the cheerleaders are also wearing. And emos. Fuck emos. Anyway. Also I bought a...CD. 'The Beatles: 1'. I heard Hey Jude the other day and thought good song. Actually I was singing 'ch-ch-chaaanges, tuurn and faace the..something...' 'cuz originally I wanted Bowie. But I ran across the Beatles and remembered Hey Jude and then I couldn't find a Bowie CD and then the Bowie CD had less songs so I bought the Beatles CD and anyway I don't think Bowie CD had Life On Mars. And Beatles CD had 'Help!' which I love singing. So much. Like I just wail it. Then I bought me and mom coffees at Dutch Bros. We've basically worked out a deal now; we take turns buying the coffees. And basically no more Starbucks. They are boring and don't have nearly a wide selection as local places. And they're overrated.
Yesterday was June the 3rd and me, mom, Blake, mom's friend Londa and Londa's niece Macie, we went to Spokane. Mostly to thrift stores. Let me see. What did I get. An ugly/awesome sweatervest. 4 pairs of straight knitting needles, 5 pair of circular knitting needles. A black top. A microscope. (YES microscope.) Those Cons I mentioned. Then we went to Paradise Fibers, where I geek-freaked on the place and just bought the prettiest/cheapest ratio of yarn I could find. This handpainted sock yarn. Purplely. I wanna knit socks. Should be fun. Macie, it turned out, crochets and wants me to teach her how to knit. She's like 12 or something. Nice girl.
On Thursday, downtown there was Alice After Five! where I wandered up and down the streets and bought things. 4 woven-ish bracelets. Beef jerky. A metal bracelet. Bows. Like ribbon-bows, hair clips, from this local hair clippie maker. Nice lady. Now I has bows for my hair.
Tonight, or earlier today, I went with my dad to Sandy's street's block party. I hung around and did mostly nothing, some people gave me so daquiris and a Smirnoff and I had some good times. Fireworks were fun. Not much else.
About a half-an-hour ago (see I am kind of still a little intoxicated, why did I hyphenate that) I impulse-bought today's Shirt.woot, the SexDrugs, fake band one. In a women's Xl. I kinna wanna know if a women's XL will fit me as well as a men's L. I hope. Well earlier today or last night...last night, it was last night, I was deciding between buying Glarkware's You Are Nothing Without Your Robot Car NOTHING! or Shirt.woot's It Came Out of Nowhere. Both spectacular shirts. Admittedly I have wanted Without Your Robot Car for like years, no joke, and they've just (?) brought it back. But it is expensiver. Like 22 bucks (because I do not want a cheap tee, I wanna AA tee, they are good shirts, that's what shirt.woot prints on) and like 5 for shipping. Sheeet, Glarkware. Next paycheck maybe. Whereas It Came Out Of Nowhere is only 15. Also ICOON has a bit more geek-cred to it. It has the Delorean from Back to the Future crashing into the TARDIS. And You Are Nothing Without Your Robot Car NOTHING! is exactly what it sounds like, but with a picture-sketch thing of KITT from Knight Rider. I love it. I need it. My world is tilting strangely. Tim McGraw is hosting SNL. Aww. Whyyy.
Well I sohuld watch SNl and lay down a bit.
Oh also we went to Zip's in spokane and I ran across the street to the Comic Book Shop while eveyrone else was finishing eating and they didnt' have Y: last man V3 and the Doctor Who comic was a bit more expensive then I thought so I grabbed a used graphic novel, Powers: v1. I've heard things about Brian Micheal Bendis. It certainly is interesting the way he writes the dialogue and the art is different, kind of retro.
hmm. what else. I am tipsy ish. Look at all those typos in my last post. Look at me not caring. Another thing I am finding myself not caring about lately is Harry Potter. Like usually I'm very gung-ho, costume up, midnight opening but lately I've been very apathetic. See blog title. And i feel guilty about it because like yeah.
I think my shoe got kicked underneath the computer chair. I am not sure I am going to get it back later. Ohhh.
Today I went to Wal-Mart (even though I morally oppose it, I cannot financially oppose it) with my mom and I drove and did not panic or freak out. I was very smooth. I only kind of panicked at one point. I got socks because my feet hurt in my shoes without socks and they are purple. The socks not the shoes. The shoes are the double-upper Converse. I like to morally oppose Converse, too. Outsourcing and all that. But these are from a thrift store so it is not like I am financially supporting them. Anyway. They are neat shoes and not too mainstream Converse which is what I really hate. Like. First, Cons were basketball shoes (stupid idea I think) and then, like, astronauts wore them (for reals they did, I was watching a NASA thing and like Alan Shephard and some other astronauts were in flight suits and Chuck Taylors; kick some ass) and then they were Punk Shoes, like the Ramones and fucking Wayne's World (re-watched both of those movies last night, awesome) and now they're fucking prep shoes. No self-respecting punk wears Cons that the cheerleaders are also wearing. And emos. Fuck emos. Anyway. Also I bought a...CD. 'The Beatles: 1'. I heard Hey Jude the other day and thought good song. Actually I was singing 'ch-ch-chaaanges, tuurn and faace the..something...' 'cuz originally I wanted Bowie. But I ran across the Beatles and remembered Hey Jude and then I couldn't find a Bowie CD and then the Bowie CD had less songs so I bought the Beatles CD and anyway I don't think Bowie CD had Life On Mars. And Beatles CD had 'Help!' which I love singing. So much. Like I just wail it. Then I bought me and mom coffees at Dutch Bros. We've basically worked out a deal now; we take turns buying the coffees. And basically no more Starbucks. They are boring and don't have nearly a wide selection as local places. And they're overrated.
Yesterday was June the 3rd and me, mom, Blake, mom's friend Londa and Londa's niece Macie, we went to Spokane. Mostly to thrift stores. Let me see. What did I get. An ugly/awesome sweatervest. 4 pairs of straight knitting needles, 5 pair of circular knitting needles. A black top. A microscope. (YES microscope.) Those Cons I mentioned. Then we went to Paradise Fibers, where I geek-freaked on the place and just bought the prettiest/cheapest ratio of yarn I could find. This handpainted sock yarn. Purplely. I wanna knit socks. Should be fun. Macie, it turned out, crochets and wants me to teach her how to knit. She's like 12 or something. Nice girl.
On Thursday, downtown there was Alice After Five! where I wandered up and down the streets and bought things. 4 woven-ish bracelets. Beef jerky. A metal bracelet. Bows. Like ribbon-bows, hair clips, from this local hair clippie maker. Nice lady. Now I has bows for my hair.
Tonight, or earlier today, I went with my dad to Sandy's street's block party. I hung around and did mostly nothing, some people gave me so daquiris and a Smirnoff and I had some good times. Fireworks were fun. Not much else.
About a half-an-hour ago (see I am kind of still a little intoxicated, why did I hyphenate that) I impulse-bought today's Shirt.woot, the SexDrugs, fake band one. In a women's Xl. I kinna wanna know if a women's XL will fit me as well as a men's L. I hope. Well earlier today or last night...last night, it was last night, I was deciding between buying Glarkware's You Are Nothing Without Your Robot Car NOTHING! or Shirt.woot's It Came Out of Nowhere. Both spectacular shirts. Admittedly I have wanted Without Your Robot Car for like years, no joke, and they've just (?) brought it back. But it is expensiver. Like 22 bucks (because I do not want a cheap tee, I wanna AA tee, they are good shirts, that's what shirt.woot prints on) and like 5 for shipping. Sheeet, Glarkware. Next paycheck maybe. Whereas It Came Out Of Nowhere is only 15. Also ICOON has a bit more geek-cred to it. It has the Delorean from Back to the Future crashing into the TARDIS. And You Are Nothing Without Your Robot Car NOTHING! is exactly what it sounds like, but with a picture-sketch thing of KITT from Knight Rider. I love it. I need it. My world is tilting strangely. Tim McGraw is hosting SNL. Aww. Whyyy.
Well I sohuld watch SNl and lay down a bit.
Oh also we went to Zip's in spokane and I ran across the street to the Comic Book Shop while eveyrone else was finishing eating and they didnt' have Y: last man V3 and the Doctor Who comic was a bit more expensive then I thought so I grabbed a used graphic novel, Powers: v1. I've heard things about Brian Micheal Bendis. It certainly is interesting the way he writes the dialogue and the art is different, kind of retro.
hmm. what else. I am tipsy ish. Look at all those typos in my last post. Look at me not caring. Another thing I am finding myself not caring about lately is Harry Potter. Like usually I'm very gung-ho, costume up, midnight opening but lately I've been very apathetic. See blog title. And i feel guilty about it because like yeah.
I think my shoe got kicked underneath the computer chair. I am not sure I am going to get it back later. Ohhh.
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