"everything i hate about you"
FOR THOSE INTERESTED, THERE ARE NEW PICTURES OF ME IN THIS POST. THEY'RE NEAR THE BOTTOM IN AN LJ CUT. JUST SO YOU DON'T SKIP THIS AND MISS OUT, LOVES.
I spent Wednesday night at Shampoo, or Nocturne, or "goth night", or whatever you want to call it. I danced to a bunch of fairly lame music aside from some VNV Nation and Scooter, tried to check out a bunch of hot goth girls but really only saw one pretty cute one in some weird cut-up white fabric dress thing, stopped by to wish Tim happy holidays and get his address, and that was about it.
The highlight, though, was seeing all the people I've secretly been wanting to see for ages.
First, there was Seif, who's always a pleasure. Then Randy showed up, clad in suit jacket and pants (that's my boy, Randy - keep the Men's Wearhouse spirit alive) and fucking MIKE MURPHY WAS WITH HIM. This blew my motherfucking mind. Note self, get in touch with him. I also got to spend most of the night with Rob, who is quickly becoming my new favorite person. I don't know if I can call him a friend since I've only ever hung out with him like, four times, but I'll tell you what right now, if I can, he is by FAR my favorite new friend of all time. I think I have a non-sexual crush on him.
...or maybe sexual? Who knows?
The reaper, nigger.
Anyway, most of all I got to see fucking KATIE SEIF. K8ESEYEFUH! Can you believe how cool that is? See, Katie has a special spot in my half-machine, cold, black, rotting and festering black sore of a heart, because she actually likes my music, and not just because she knows me, she actually LIKES it and wants to know MORE ABOUT IT. It's SINCERE! At least, I think it is. If not, you're a damn good liar, Katie.
So, yeah. I got to see her, and unfortunately it's Shampoo, so it's loud and the lights enduce epilepsy and I would've rather just gotten to sit down around like, a campfire with a bunch of beers or something with my old friends like we all used to do, but alas, time was short and it's tough trying to divide your attention amongst several people. But luckily I got in touch with all of them afterwards (I left the club a little early) and we made plans. I also got K8E's e-mail address. Swank, someone new to garble about Failure of the Week to...
(by the way. would it be completely wrong of me if i were to say "btw, katie got like, totally fucking hot since i last saw her. she looked SEXAY, seriously, nigger." in these pages? man, lauren is probably going to -KILL- me....the sister thing is a line you don't cross...oy vey.)
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Anyway, blah blah blah aside and all that. I don't have much time here.
But I just wanted to make a quick note - tonight, keep your eyes peeled for a BRAND NEW PALECURVE WEBSITE. it'll probably be basic at first, but I have a TON OF STUFF to show you guys in terms of images and music and lyrics and whatnot and i want to do it now. so now it will be. ask me about it tonight, okay? if i don't tell you about it first.
*important note* unfortunately, it was requested that i stop using the current image i have for the cover of the album. it really pains me to do this, since it's so important to the theme of the album itself - it's not supposed to be about me kissing some girl (which is why it's silhouetted, obviously) - the male and the female forms are supposed to, through the course of the whole "concept" of the album, relate to how the male is so attached to the "female" - which, in some songs, takes the form of literally a female, or despair and disgust, or anger and hatred, or pain and loss, or lonliness, or hopelessness, or, most especially, drugs, ie. heroin. the image relates that in this person's life, these things are such a huge part that they actually resemble something like a human being to him, they've become so alive that he almost loves them like he could a human girl.
i explained this to addison and he totally got it. i'm so glad SOMEONE gets my fucking concept albums asides from myself and Trent Reznor. then again, reznor musically masturbates over two discs and calls it "The Fragile", so he's biased.
Anyway, um...so, you've seen SOME of the concept for the album. there's more to it, track by track. I know there are a lot of gifted artists out there in vary many formats. I'd kinda like a photography to digital art conversion, like I did. if anyone out there is willing to try their hand at helping me come up with a new cover, that'd be awesome. i'd definitely pay you. i don't have much to pay you, but a hundred bucks or so could be worth your while, you know? you'd just have to be willing to sit down and work with me for a while.
...i have one image but I don't think I want to deal with the damage control...
*end of update*.
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And now, as I promised, here are some lovely pictures of me, taken just last night/early this morning, in the wee AM hours. my new haircut, my new black hair, etc.
These were all taken sometime between midnight and six AM. So if I look like shit, shut your fucking mouth.
So, hopefully you find those pictures to your liking. If anyone wants to leave praise, love, marriage proposals, or if you want to ask me out to dinner or a date or if you want to reveal the feelings you've been hiding from me for years, LEAVE OL' PALECURVE A COMMENT, BABY!
Sorry, that's all I have time for now. In case I don't update, have a merry christmas, all you jews have a happy channukah or whatever you jews do, you negros do that kwanzaa thing, and if you don't do any of that, come join me in chinatown for some good food at the noodlehut, since chinatown NEVER closes during any white-person holidays.
that's all. time to get back on my meds. phew.
I spent Wednesday night at Shampoo, or Nocturne, or "goth night", or whatever you want to call it. I danced to a bunch of fairly lame music aside from some VNV Nation and Scooter, tried to check out a bunch of hot goth girls but really only saw one pretty cute one in some weird cut-up white fabric dress thing, stopped by to wish Tim happy holidays and get his address, and that was about it.
The highlight, though, was seeing all the people I've secretly been wanting to see for ages.
First, there was Seif, who's always a pleasure. Then Randy showed up, clad in suit jacket and pants (that's my boy, Randy - keep the Men's Wearhouse spirit alive) and fucking MIKE MURPHY WAS WITH HIM. This blew my motherfucking mind. Note self, get in touch with him. I also got to spend most of the night with Rob, who is quickly becoming my new favorite person. I don't know if I can call him a friend since I've only ever hung out with him like, four times, but I'll tell you what right now, if I can, he is by FAR my favorite new friend of all time. I think I have a non-sexual crush on him.
...or maybe sexual? Who knows?
The reaper, nigger.
Anyway, most of all I got to see fucking KATIE SEIF. K8ESEYEFUH! Can you believe how cool that is? See, Katie has a special spot in my half-machine, cold, black, rotting and festering black sore of a heart, because she actually likes my music, and not just because she knows me, she actually LIKES it and wants to know MORE ABOUT IT. It's SINCERE! At least, I think it is. If not, you're a damn good liar, Katie.
So, yeah. I got to see her, and unfortunately it's Shampoo, so it's loud and the lights enduce epilepsy and I would've rather just gotten to sit down around like, a campfire with a bunch of beers or something with my old friends like we all used to do, but alas, time was short and it's tough trying to divide your attention amongst several people. But luckily I got in touch with all of them afterwards (I left the club a little early) and we made plans. I also got K8E's e-mail address. Swank, someone new to garble about Failure of the Week to...
(by the way. would it be completely wrong of me if i were to say "btw, katie got like, totally fucking hot since i last saw her. she looked SEXAY, seriously, nigger." in these pages? man, lauren is probably going to -KILL- me....the sister thing is a line you don't cross...oy vey.)
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Anyway, blah blah blah aside and all that. I don't have much time here.
But I just wanted to make a quick note - tonight, keep your eyes peeled for a BRAND NEW PALECURVE WEBSITE. it'll probably be basic at first, but I have a TON OF STUFF to show you guys in terms of images and music and lyrics and whatnot and i want to do it now. so now it will be. ask me about it tonight, okay? if i don't tell you about it first.
*important note* unfortunately, it was requested that i stop using the current image i have for the cover of the album. it really pains me to do this, since it's so important to the theme of the album itself - it's not supposed to be about me kissing some girl (which is why it's silhouetted, obviously) - the male and the female forms are supposed to, through the course of the whole "concept" of the album, relate to how the male is so attached to the "female" - which, in some songs, takes the form of literally a female, or despair and disgust, or anger and hatred, or pain and loss, or lonliness, or hopelessness, or, most especially, drugs, ie. heroin. the image relates that in this person's life, these things are such a huge part that they actually resemble something like a human being to him, they've become so alive that he almost loves them like he could a human girl.
i explained this to addison and he totally got it. i'm so glad SOMEONE gets my fucking concept albums asides from myself and Trent Reznor. then again, reznor musically masturbates over two discs and calls it "The Fragile", so he's biased.
Anyway, um...so, you've seen SOME of the concept for the album. there's more to it, track by track. I know there are a lot of gifted artists out there in vary many formats. I'd kinda like a photography to digital art conversion, like I did. if anyone out there is willing to try their hand at helping me come up with a new cover, that'd be awesome. i'd definitely pay you. i don't have much to pay you, but a hundred bucks or so could be worth your while, you know? you'd just have to be willing to sit down and work with me for a while.
...i have one image but I don't think I want to deal with the damage control...
*end of update*.
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And now, as I promised, here are some lovely pictures of me, taken just last night/early this morning, in the wee AM hours. my new haircut, my new black hair, etc.
These were all taken sometime between midnight and six AM. So if I look like shit, shut your fucking mouth.
So, hopefully you find those pictures to your liking. If anyone wants to leave praise, love, marriage proposals, or if you want to ask me out to dinner or a date or if you want to reveal the feelings you've been hiding from me for years, LEAVE OL' PALECURVE A COMMENT, BABY!
Sorry, that's all I have time for now. In case I don't update, have a merry christmas, all you jews have a happy channukah or whatever you jews do, you negros do that kwanzaa thing, and if you don't do any of that, come join me in chinatown for some good food at the noodlehut, since chinatown NEVER closes during any white-person holidays.
that's all. time to get back on my meds. phew.