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the new fruit bats is wonderful. it's poppier and has a more completed sound, as opposed to mouthfuls. i still love mouthfuls, though. it's almost like a fuckin' beatles album. and i don't know how i feel about that.
i didn't get a chance to listen to holopaw, but what i heard was good. real good. i will get to it in a week when i stop listening to the other one.
also, i got bored last night, and i was hanging out with justin (who has new wave hair now, which is pretty bitchin') and i got on myspace (!) and invited this kid over to watch all of the wes anderson movies on sunday. he's not cute or anything, but he can quote 'bottle rocket' with me back and forth as well as cheryl can. and that's enough to win me over. it should be fun. he seems very nice and i think he may study film or something? i don't know. i know that he really really likes movies, though. i don't know.
in other news, dave's inability to pick up a phone or even acknowledge my existence in the presence of other has knocked him back to the asshole stage. which means the crush is off...and has been for the past week. i've sworn off boys. all of them. my plan is to meet someone at sufjan stevens, and when he's done playing, we can go back to my place. and i can make some terrible "folk/fuck" joke that will piss him off enough to leave. and then i will be sad. again.
oh yeah! i mentioned this earlier, to other people, and i'm going to little rock around the 20th. i am going to kill myself if i don't get out of this city for a while, and since nobody's there, i will sucessfully be able to just sleep the entire time i'm there. except for seeing built to spill, which is what set the deal of me coming home anyway. if you're still there, though, i'd love to see you. if not, then, oh well- chances are you probably don't like me anyway. meh.
i've had to write this fucking movie everytime i start to think about things. i haven't written more than one page, yet, but it's gonna be good. and i've decided that i can write it in no particular order, as the ideas come, and i'll be cool. i can just put it in the order, otherwise i'd be too stuck to having it in the order that i wrote it and that would bug me. i asked my ma for a typewriter and a camera for my christmas presents. she said "done," but somehow i don't believe her. if i get them, i'll be happy. it'll be like a "film school starter kit" or something. not that i'm going to film school.
this is really long. this is what happens when you have no friends and the one friend you do have leaves you alone for 3-4 days.........you go nuts. apenuts. apeface. like jeff allison. fuckin' apeface. either way, i was irritated because this morning, fuckin' "wiz" (the guy that chrissy calls when she's drunk just so she can fuck someone) was here. she dumped him last week, at least that's what she told us. i hate him. he makes stupid jokes and we make fun of him and he doesn't even realize it. he's a tool, and i keep wanting to ask him why we only see him when chrissy is drunk and desperate. but i never do, because i'm not that big of a bitch.
um. i guess that's all. i got nothin' else to ramble about, because nobody reads this bullshit anyway.
peace out.
i didn't get a chance to listen to holopaw, but what i heard was good. real good. i will get to it in a week when i stop listening to the other one.
also, i got bored last night, and i was hanging out with justin (who has new wave hair now, which is pretty bitchin') and i got on myspace (!) and invited this kid over to watch all of the wes anderson movies on sunday. he's not cute or anything, but he can quote 'bottle rocket' with me back and forth as well as cheryl can. and that's enough to win me over. it should be fun. he seems very nice and i think he may study film or something? i don't know. i know that he really really likes movies, though. i don't know.
in other news, dave's inability to pick up a phone or even acknowledge my existence in the presence of other has knocked him back to the asshole stage. which means the crush is off...and has been for the past week. i've sworn off boys. all of them. my plan is to meet someone at sufjan stevens, and when he's done playing, we can go back to my place. and i can make some terrible "folk/fuck" joke that will piss him off enough to leave. and then i will be sad. again.
oh yeah! i mentioned this earlier, to other people, and i'm going to little rock around the 20th. i am going to kill myself if i don't get out of this city for a while, and since nobody's there, i will sucessfully be able to just sleep the entire time i'm there. except for seeing built to spill, which is what set the deal of me coming home anyway. if you're still there, though, i'd love to see you. if not, then, oh well- chances are you probably don't like me anyway. meh.
i've had to write this fucking movie everytime i start to think about things. i haven't written more than one page, yet, but it's gonna be good. and i've decided that i can write it in no particular order, as the ideas come, and i'll be cool. i can just put it in the order, otherwise i'd be too stuck to having it in the order that i wrote it and that would bug me. i asked my ma for a typewriter and a camera for my christmas presents. she said "done," but somehow i don't believe her. if i get them, i'll be happy. it'll be like a "film school starter kit" or something. not that i'm going to film school.
this is really long. this is what happens when you have no friends and the one friend you do have leaves you alone for 3-4 days.........you go nuts. apenuts. apeface. like jeff allison. fuckin' apeface. either way, i was irritated because this morning, fuckin' "wiz" (the guy that chrissy calls when she's drunk just so she can fuck someone) was here. she dumped him last week, at least that's what she told us. i hate him. he makes stupid jokes and we make fun of him and he doesn't even realize it. he's a tool, and i keep wanting to ask him why we only see him when chrissy is drunk and desperate. but i never do, because i'm not that big of a bitch.
um. i guess that's all. i got nothin' else to ramble about, because nobody reads this bullshit anyway.
peace out.