w0rk it!
purevolume.com is so effin' amazing. i like music. especially of the rockish persuasions. listening to BEDlight for blueEYES right now. not bad. i keep checking the APPS website (for non-app kids, it's the concert/fun stuff planning committee at ASU) and so far, no bands booked. Alli with an I broke up... so i guess they're not going to book them 23 times again this year. i need a show friend at app. out of the couple of times Alli comes to ASU, i never once got to go see them. my friends need to listen to good music. maybe i can convince freuler or pick up some hot emo freshman (ha! like that'd happen... oh... wait. :P the OTHER kind of emo, i mean. like with punk/indie flair. not just emotional issues. lol).
today was the last day of work. the first half was pretty good, but the second half i just yelled a lot. i hate that. someone broke and stepped on ali so she left early... so basically i was left with all the hoodlums of Group A. then my boyfriend (a 5 year old named koty) left yesterday. that was sad. i don't think most of my kids were phased by the fact i was leaving though... except earlier that day. most of them when they left said bye to me as if i was going to be back on monday... even though that morning they may have been hanging on me and wouldn't let go. silly kids.
my dad's hardcore awesome. not only did he fix my passenger side window (for those of you who have had the unfortunate experience of riding with me in the summer in my non-A/C jeep with no window to roll down), but he installed A/C in my jeep. he does too much for me really. i'm grateful, but still spoiled. i told him not to put A/C in because it'd be expensive (and i'm perfectly happy with the window down), but he found a used compressor and hooked me up. so he's pretty awesome. now, not only can i put a ball pit in the trunk, but you can be in air conditioning and not die while doing it. luxury ball pits are so hXc. if it wasn't illegal to have open containers in cars, you could sip chardonnay while in the pit. and i could supply bitches and hoes. or at least myself. BYOB, though (Bring Your Own Bling).
i move into my new(/temporary??) apartment in boone tomorrow. it's all very exciting. i went on wednesday to drop of some ish. i've got the back corner room with a dumpster view, but it's my own room. the kitchen is awesome. i'm gonna throw a party. i bought the goods. you're all invited... except for you. everyone else can come though. BYOB as always (Bring Your Own Blowupdolls). you know how we roll.
i'm in such a good mood. happy. good.
it makes me want to make big holes in the side of my head... but gauging earrings are so effin' expensive and it makes me sad. i wanna just stick 12s through there. oh well. maybe i'll get one or both of my jobs back when i get back to boone. just to make big holes in my ears. and to pay for gas. it's going to cost me $100+ for gas a month. which is pretty darn lame. i <3 my jeep, but i don't <3 the gas mileage. i wish i could buy it some sort of nicotine-inspired patch made for drinking gasoline. the rate it's drinkin the stuff it obviously needs to be in some sort of 12 step program. i tried talking to him, but he's all like "i don't have a problem!" stupid OPEC. when gasoline prices rise, the terrorists are winning. and by terrorists i mean environmentalist hippies who hate SUVs and want us all to walk around (in a pair of birkenstocks) or pedal a bike. stupid hippies.
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armor for sleep
saves the day
hawthorne heights
less than jake
eric clapton
yeah yeah yeahs
ramones
eagles
n.e.r.d.
élvis presley
mighty mighty bosstones
iron & wine
dropkick murphys
death cab for cutie
led zeppelin
early november
the postal service
oc supertones
nabors, jim