her boyfriend. he don't know. anything. about her.
yes, i know. i've got that f-ing song in my head. and what makes it better, brad was talking about the show we played with them when i talked to him the other day, anyone remember disorientation in richmond? yeah. god. so its...engrained. and i really like that song. and its got no real merit. cept that it is, in fact, a funny, good pop song. and the video made me laugh so hard, and not entirely in a nice way. more in that, you fucks, we were billed with you and i'm workin my ass off to keep us all in food and heat, and you bastards have a recording contract. and then i started looking around at our band...and decided maybe i should have offered to work with the other one....anyway...
we went out last night. i drank lots. my head now hurts. yes, i know why. but. god. i was sick as hell this morning too and my head stilllll hurts, even now.
went to the dolphin last night for karaoke. and at some point actually, drunkenly, really drunkenly, sang blister in the sun with brooks, christy and james. now. brooks did all the singing, my voice was completely gone by then, christy was holding onto me to hang up, and i'm still not too sure what james' contribution to the thing was, but. my point is this. we've learned, after a long time of me being my musical moron self, that you get me fucked up enough and hand me a mike, i'll use it. so lets not. ever again. especially in a place without earplugs or monitors. i probably sounded like drunken death. wasted enough to have dropped the sickle and picked up a microphone, just like death wanted to do after high school, but noo, mrs. reaper wanted her son to get an education and follow in death's footsteps. ok. yeah. i'm gonna stop that now.
i've been walking around biting my lip all day. oh god.
i have so much fucking work to do. and i'm not doing it. i'm live journaling. actually, post this, i'll probably be pretentiously downtown coffee shopping it, because i've got so much fucking review work to get done that it hurts my brain.
dinner at 6:15 darlings. tonight, the vomitous commons will be clogging our throats and arteries with...Blackened Mahi Mahi, Stir Fry Beef & Broccoli, Fried Rice, Oriental Vegetables, Spring Rolls ,Hot Rolls and...all that other stuff thats always there. so, i'll be having a salad and some pasta...yep. god. i hate when the commons fakes asian food. its just so. fucking. wrong. and bad. bad. all bad.
why is it, i have a hangover. my fucking brain literally hurts like no other. and here i am, sitting at my computer, surrounded by an set of boze speakers with an absurd wattage to simply be computer speakers (i bought these myself, for those of you who just coughed *mom and dad* cough), blaring fucking punk rock. i think its a self loathing thing, but i think its also just that i like the way it hurts. its like being bitten...it hurts good.
i've made quite a few nouns into verbs in the last few moments. just thought about that. give me time, i'll make everything a verb. its all action, all the time, here in this head.
today, for the first time, i washed my hair with my new shampoo. now, this wouldn't be a thing, but it cracks me up, so it is one. i'm shampoo shopping the other day, because i have hair, and i like said hair to be clean, and i'm smelling them, because i want a new one, and i used that pantene stuff for a while, but i really don't like the way it smells, but the conditioner is great for putting on my hair when i swim. well. ok. back on target...so i'm smelling shampoo at target, and i get to one, and it smells so good, and then i realize its crew. which is for men. which is also what my little brother uses. he's the one that got me using pomade on my hair (he's a little metrosexual, that one. then again, its david. he's not little anything. my 6'5" "little" brother...anyway). its what i was using when i was staying at mum and dad's over break, david's shampoo. So. i buy guy's shampoo. and i'm using it. and i liiiiiikes it. yep. uh huh. thats correct...
i don't really have anything else. well. i do. but its not very nice. so i'm keeping it to myself. for now. haha. for now.
everyone, have a good one.
xo.
me.
we went out last night. i drank lots. my head now hurts. yes, i know why. but. god. i was sick as hell this morning too and my head stilllll hurts, even now.
went to the dolphin last night for karaoke. and at some point actually, drunkenly, really drunkenly, sang blister in the sun with brooks, christy and james. now. brooks did all the singing, my voice was completely gone by then, christy was holding onto me to hang up, and i'm still not too sure what james' contribution to the thing was, but. my point is this. we've learned, after a long time of me being my musical moron self, that you get me fucked up enough and hand me a mike, i'll use it. so lets not. ever again. especially in a place without earplugs or monitors. i probably sounded like drunken death. wasted enough to have dropped the sickle and picked up a microphone, just like death wanted to do after high school, but noo, mrs. reaper wanted her son to get an education and follow in death's footsteps. ok. yeah. i'm gonna stop that now.
i've been walking around biting my lip all day. oh god.
i have so much fucking work to do. and i'm not doing it. i'm live journaling. actually, post this, i'll probably be pretentiously downtown coffee shopping it, because i've got so much fucking review work to get done that it hurts my brain.
dinner at 6:15 darlings. tonight, the vomitous commons will be clogging our throats and arteries with...Blackened Mahi Mahi, Stir Fry Beef & Broccoli, Fried Rice, Oriental Vegetables, Spring Rolls ,Hot Rolls and...all that other stuff thats always there. so, i'll be having a salad and some pasta...yep. god. i hate when the commons fakes asian food. its just so. fucking. wrong. and bad. bad. all bad.
why is it, i have a hangover. my fucking brain literally hurts like no other. and here i am, sitting at my computer, surrounded by an set of boze speakers with an absurd wattage to simply be computer speakers (i bought these myself, for those of you who just coughed *mom and dad* cough), blaring fucking punk rock. i think its a self loathing thing, but i think its also just that i like the way it hurts. its like being bitten...it hurts good.
i've made quite a few nouns into verbs in the last few moments. just thought about that. give me time, i'll make everything a verb. its all action, all the time, here in this head.
today, for the first time, i washed my hair with my new shampoo. now, this wouldn't be a thing, but it cracks me up, so it is one. i'm shampoo shopping the other day, because i have hair, and i like said hair to be clean, and i'm smelling them, because i want a new one, and i used that pantene stuff for a while, but i really don't like the way it smells, but the conditioner is great for putting on my hair when i swim. well. ok. back on target...so i'm smelling shampoo at target, and i get to one, and it smells so good, and then i realize its crew. which is for men. which is also what my little brother uses. he's the one that got me using pomade on my hair (he's a little metrosexual, that one. then again, its david. he's not little anything. my 6'5" "little" brother...anyway). its what i was using when i was staying at mum and dad's over break, david's shampoo. So. i buy guy's shampoo. and i'm using it. and i liiiiiikes it. yep. uh huh. thats correct...
i don't really have anything else. well. i do. but its not very nice. so i'm keeping it to myself. for now. haha. for now.
everyone, have a good one.
xo.
me.