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Okay, first updated in a while. So here's a list of shit I've been doing, since... shit! getting a picture with Damon? That was a long time ago:
1. Went to Las Vegas to visit Audrey and see Patrick Wolf. We went to one place and they said it was canceled or some shit, but that was like BULLSHIT because I fucking spoke to No Bra the opening act the previous night in San Diego with Camille (it was soooo good) and she/he (it was like a man with tits who wore no shirt and... no bra) said they were going to be in Las Vegas. So I picked up a newspaper and started calling venues I thought Patrick could be and was eventually successful. Then we met Patrick on the street (Audrey didn't recognize him at first, haha) and told him of our woes and got a picture. Then we met a couple of girls who were being chatted up by the drummer and got in free, which made us feel pretty cool actually. Also didn't have to pay for the San Diego show which was awesome. Knowing and talking to people gets you free shit! I should get lots of friends so I get lots of free shit and presents on my birthday and Christmas. Those girls were funny. We were all like, "This drummer is soooo not cool," but everyone was like "maybe we'll meet Patrick" but he was hiding in the U-haul the whole time, for serious. I am blaming that girl in the front row. Me and her, we were having problems with each other. We never spoke one word to each other but we knew we enemies. We could tell that the other represented everything that we hate. She was underage like the girls we met but acted like she was hot shit because she got in and was constantly waving to her friends who had to wait outside like an evil bitch. And then she kept on rubbing her tits in front of Patrick, but not so much to get attention from Patrick but to be seen by people getting attention from Patrick. Douche factor of the charts.
2. Gig At Belly Up: all of our moms were there which is so impossibly cute it's like a baby unicorn. First time playing keyboards on a proper stage, too. Then we got really trashed, ate ice cream.
3. Comic-Con: got in as press courtesy of my friend Orion. Friends = free shit. Incredibly crowded. Met Darth Vader, Chynna who draws my favorite comics, and... someone who played someone in Doctor Who. Also helped interview some Torchwood people. Mostly just bought a lot of shit and ate incredibly bad food (except for a Thai place which was A-MAZE-ZING) and got drunk every night with Neil (funner than the comic-con, actually). Found a comic on britpop but I hated it because it was so bad. The comic was like the girl in the front row at Patrick's Las Vegas concert. I think it was supposed to be some meta thing were the readers/writer know that it's about douches, but come on I don't want to read about douches, esp. music douches because they are the second to worst kind (film douches #1). Also Damon Albarn was a malevolent God of some sort, which was funny but would have been much better if the characterization resembled him, even a little bit. As it was, it was kind of lazy, and mistook in-jokes for insight. Also, the douches had magical powers because music is magic... and no one understands music like douches so they can harness music's magical power? Sorry, wrong! everyone who loves, listens, plays music knows how music can be magical. douches only know how music can be manipulative. now, if i met a douche who actually truly loved music i might change my mind, but that's like meeting an animal lover who habitually drowns kittens and kicks puppies. god i hate douches
4. Camille's b-day: Jackie, Neil, Camile, and I attempted to find a good place in... Solana Beach? to get drunk but failed. We did however find a mediocre place. Camille was awash with awesome gifts. hahahha Neil got her a pinata. it took forever for the pinata to break open, but when it did... there was no candy inside, because Neil is british, and they do have have pinatas in Britain. I guess he thought we hit a cardboard animal-shaped box until we destroy it for no reason but the joy of it.
5. Wait... so am I officially the person someone goes to if they want to sexually experiment? Was there an announcement made when I wasn't in the room? "Attention: Joanna will do anything" or was I not listening? was I too busy giving head? oh i remember. it was me. i told everyone. ha!
6. Went to Carrie's to give her b-day gift: sonic screwdriver. Had dinner at a friends house, they smoked out and I played guitar hero really really loudly. Police came due to noise complaint but saw that I was an attractive white girl and left. Apparently did not see 5 foot bong in corner of room. whatever. shit! i've known these friends for like 10 years. woah man that's cool.
7. Got totally annihilated at an 80s club in LA with Alia. There is no other way to get completely shitfaced. No other. Got so drunk I convinced myself a boy resembled Damon Albarn and flirted with him constantly. So hungover the next day. The boss gave me some tylenol and made me go home. whatevah it was my last day anyway
8. OoOOooO I am in London currently and will be in UK through October. Me and the boys are badly jetlagged. and i have been having the worst case of gas EVER. I don't think I've been like this since I was in high school. Every three minutes I fart. On the plane I was constantly farting and I couldn't sleep. from 9:00 PM to whatever the fuck I couldn't fucking sleep because I had the farts. I was so fucking out of it I took the wrong bag. i was like WHAT THE FUCK. Then I had to return it the next day. while writing that paragraph I farted about 3 or 4 times. ha. i just farted right then and the smell is horrible.
1. Went to Las Vegas to visit Audrey and see Patrick Wolf. We went to one place and they said it was canceled or some shit, but that was like BULLSHIT because I fucking spoke to No Bra the opening act the previous night in San Diego with Camille (it was soooo good) and she/he (it was like a man with tits who wore no shirt and... no bra) said they were going to be in Las Vegas. So I picked up a newspaper and started calling venues I thought Patrick could be and was eventually successful. Then we met Patrick on the street (Audrey didn't recognize him at first, haha) and told him of our woes and got a picture. Then we met a couple of girls who were being chatted up by the drummer and got in free, which made us feel pretty cool actually. Also didn't have to pay for the San Diego show which was awesome. Knowing and talking to people gets you free shit! I should get lots of friends so I get lots of free shit and presents on my birthday and Christmas. Those girls were funny. We were all like, "This drummer is soooo not cool," but everyone was like "maybe we'll meet Patrick" but he was hiding in the U-haul the whole time, for serious. I am blaming that girl in the front row. Me and her, we were having problems with each other. We never spoke one word to each other but we knew we enemies. We could tell that the other represented everything that we hate. She was underage like the girls we met but acted like she was hot shit because she got in and was constantly waving to her friends who had to wait outside like an evil bitch. And then she kept on rubbing her tits in front of Patrick, but not so much to get attention from Patrick but to be seen by people getting attention from Patrick. Douche factor of the charts.
2. Gig At Belly Up: all of our moms were there which is so impossibly cute it's like a baby unicorn. First time playing keyboards on a proper stage, too. Then we got really trashed, ate ice cream.
3. Comic-Con: got in as press courtesy of my friend Orion. Friends = free shit. Incredibly crowded. Met Darth Vader, Chynna who draws my favorite comics, and... someone who played someone in Doctor Who. Also helped interview some Torchwood people. Mostly just bought a lot of shit and ate incredibly bad food (except for a Thai place which was A-MAZE-ZING) and got drunk every night with Neil (funner than the comic-con, actually). Found a comic on britpop but I hated it because it was so bad. The comic was like the girl in the front row at Patrick's Las Vegas concert. I think it was supposed to be some meta thing were the readers/writer know that it's about douches, but come on I don't want to read about douches, esp. music douches because they are the second to worst kind (film douches #1). Also Damon Albarn was a malevolent God of some sort, which was funny but would have been much better if the characterization resembled him, even a little bit. As it was, it was kind of lazy, and mistook in-jokes for insight. Also, the douches had magical powers because music is magic... and no one understands music like douches so they can harness music's magical power? Sorry, wrong! everyone who loves, listens, plays music knows how music can be magical. douches only know how music can be manipulative. now, if i met a douche who actually truly loved music i might change my mind, but that's like meeting an animal lover who habitually drowns kittens and kicks puppies. god i hate douches
4. Camille's b-day: Jackie, Neil, Camile, and I attempted to find a good place in... Solana Beach? to get drunk but failed. We did however find a mediocre place. Camille was awash with awesome gifts. hahahha Neil got her a pinata. it took forever for the pinata to break open, but when it did... there was no candy inside, because Neil is british, and they do have have pinatas in Britain. I guess he thought we hit a cardboard animal-shaped box until we destroy it for no reason but the joy of it.
5. Wait... so am I officially the person someone goes to if they want to sexually experiment? Was there an announcement made when I wasn't in the room? "Attention: Joanna will do anything" or was I not listening? was I too busy giving head? oh i remember. it was me. i told everyone. ha!
6. Went to Carrie's to give her b-day gift: sonic screwdriver. Had dinner at a friends house, they smoked out and I played guitar hero really really loudly. Police came due to noise complaint but saw that I was an attractive white girl and left. Apparently did not see 5 foot bong in corner of room. whatever. shit! i've known these friends for like 10 years. woah man that's cool.
7. Got totally annihilated at an 80s club in LA with Alia. There is no other way to get completely shitfaced. No other. Got so drunk I convinced myself a boy resembled Damon Albarn and flirted with him constantly. So hungover the next day. The boss gave me some tylenol and made me go home. whatevah it was my last day anyway
8. OoOOooO I am in London currently and will be in UK through October. Me and the boys are badly jetlagged. and i have been having the worst case of gas EVER. I don't think I've been like this since I was in high school. Every three minutes I fart. On the plane I was constantly farting and I couldn't sleep. from 9:00 PM to whatever the fuck I couldn't fucking sleep because I had the farts. I was so fucking out of it I took the wrong bag. i was like WHAT THE FUCK. Then I had to return it the next day. while writing that paragraph I farted about 3 or 4 times. ha. i just farted right then and the smell is horrible.