wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face
can't start a fire without a spark. last night i sang "dancing in the dark" at karaoke and now i can't get it out of my head. the problem is, like many boss songs, it's kind of depressing. "this gun's for hire, even if we're just dancing in the dark" could be taken as "hey, i'm up for anything!" or "i'm settling for dancing in the dark, even though my secret fires burn for more". so i'm melancholy. and i have a writer's block.
everybody goes to burningman tomorrow, so i won't know what to do with myself for a week. maybe i won't shower in solidarity, and melt a little gi joe. in the meantime, it's been crazy because g has been in town and e has been scrambling for her brc preparations. the karaoke last night was *fun*. it was pretty empty, but felt more full because we took over a whole corner with our group of 9+2 people. (the plus two were a sweet girl named courtney and her ups scrawny-yet-muscled boyfriend, who had me and e go up there and sing lady gaga with her because she was scared to do it alone. she approached erin apparently, and erin offered up me, and her boyfriend was all, "bruce springsteen?!?!" because apparently people really liked my version of "dancing in the dark" last night, even though i did lose my glasses partway through. this parenthetical has become most of the paragraph!) but i smoked too much. i made friends with this guy who was a poker player named mike. he was telling me about different gambling houses, and talking about sid vicious, and... who was incredibly excited when i gave him a clove. i like clove cigarettes -- they make me new friends.
now i'm listening to 2000-vintage mxpx. yes, "the ever passing moment". and i gotta say, it sounds better now than it used to. but i think that's because i can groove more on slower moments than i used to. see? i have a writer's block! look at the drivel i'm spouting.
and then i just got distracted for probably an hour and have lost whatever train of thought i had going. so, love ya!
everybody goes to burningman tomorrow, so i won't know what to do with myself for a week. maybe i won't shower in solidarity, and melt a little gi joe. in the meantime, it's been crazy because g has been in town and e has been scrambling for her brc preparations. the karaoke last night was *fun*. it was pretty empty, but felt more full because we took over a whole corner with our group of 9+2 people. (the plus two were a sweet girl named courtney and her ups scrawny-yet-muscled boyfriend, who had me and e go up there and sing lady gaga with her because she was scared to do it alone. she approached erin apparently, and erin offered up me, and her boyfriend was all, "bruce springsteen?!?!" because apparently people really liked my version of "dancing in the dark" last night, even though i did lose my glasses partway through. this parenthetical has become most of the paragraph!) but i smoked too much. i made friends with this guy who was a poker player named mike. he was telling me about different gambling houses, and talking about sid vicious, and... who was incredibly excited when i gave him a clove. i like clove cigarettes -- they make me new friends.
now i'm listening to 2000-vintage mxpx. yes, "the ever passing moment". and i gotta say, it sounds better now than it used to. but i think that's because i can groove more on slower moments than i used to. see? i have a writer's block! look at the drivel i'm spouting.
and then i just got distracted for probably an hour and have lost whatever train of thought i had going. so, love ya!