HAMR OF THE GODS

NETATAI BADDY!

2008-08-11T16:34:00.003-05:00

the last couple weeks have gone by so fast. and i STILL don't have a job.

for the past two days i have done nothing but sit at home and watch TV all by my lonesome. i need some friends foreal. i started hanging out with the neighbor dudes across the alley, they are entertaining. and i got free drugz at the alex white show on friday.

the only human contact i had yesterday was going to the corner store to buy a soda, and raidy calling me drunk to tell me he started a ted nugent cover band (called "the ted nugents"). there are numerous people in my phone book that i could've called to hang out with, but i don't know any of them very well, so it would invariably involve trying to make small talk, watching TV, and/or sitting around. i can do that at home, minus the small talk.

i feel like a rug has been pulled out from under me, because i am no longer friends with one of the people i used to hang out with EVERY FUCKING DAY. wow. makes me realize that i have been relying on other people to find friends for me. especially since libby & grant have been out of town, i have been bored out of my mind.

boo hoo. call the wah-mbulance. what i really need is some cold hard cash.

I KISSED A SQUIRREL

2008-08-01T12:35:00.003-05:00

i hope katy perry gets assassinated by christian fundamentalists.

the whole getting-a-job process is even more demeaning and frustrating than i remembered... i went to 4 interviews, 5 if you count the real estate investment scam that i got tricked into going out to downers grove for, and apparently botched them all. i think i'm done with trying to get an office job, i can bullshit but not THAT much.

on the bright side i might work at a bakery called sweet thaaaaang. it's pretty gay, there are pictures of the eiffel tower all over the place. but you make 8.50 plus tips. sounds good.

since the last time i wrote, i have been in the back of a cop car for the first time... with NIGEL (niggle) from the catburglars. couldn't have predicted that, but maybe i could've predicted that an 11-passenger van with a zombie painted on the side would get pulled over by the wisconsin police without breaking any laws.

life is goofy.

hug it out, bitch.

2008-07-09T14:12:00.002-05:00

so i'm not in bama anymore... at the end of the trip, i got to watch a bonfire burn in the middle of a field while setting off fireworks and listening to venom. also: drank from spacebags and puked in someone's living room, and went to hank sr.'s grave. i spent my last night in a dorm room in tuscaloosa, then drove to memphis the next day, went to the goner store and drooled over that which i could not buy.

i got back to chicago on the 25th for a relaxing few days, then megabussed to cleveland overnight on the 30th. i saw my good pals the luxury units open for the okmoniks and it was FUN FUN FUN as all git out! it turned into a great big dance party where i somehow ended up on some creepy guy's shoulders. i should've punched him, or had SOME kind of negative reaction, but i was just having too. much. fun. we drove back to the east side drunk and blasting the first ramones album. fuck yeah.

my dad is moving to chapel hill, north carolina for a year at the beginning of august, so while i was home, i had to clean out my room, which for various reasons i NEVER unpacked despite having lived in it for 2 years. looking through it all, i found tons of spice girls memorabilia, 4th-grade journals, photos of nashville "friends" that i was never really friends with, and a ton of other shit that i have no use for but don't really want to get rid of.

being in cleveland made me think about a lot of new things... for the first time EVER, the thought of moving back there crossed my mind. the bands there seem like a real friendly little community, and i have such a fucking great time with alex and joe and leo when there's something to do. in general, it made me think about moving away from chicago fairly soon. (more on that later...)

but it also inspired me to, gradually and painstakingly, get rid of or consolidate all of the SHIT that i have needlessly been collecting over the years. i am an extremely nostalgic pack rat, so this may be next to impossible. but in the words of my favorite film of all time, "it's time to make a clean cut here, corky."

anyway, i'm back in chicago now. big knife started recording our tape, and had two shows! one was a hipster BBQ on the 4th, where the audience largely didn't seem to give a shit, and the other was opening for plaguebringer at ronny's, where THE NATION OF METAL (and our biggest audience yet) gave us a huge thumbs up.

yesterday i applied for a receptionist job at the chicago yacht club!! it seemed really promising. i went in there in the blouse and pencil skirt that i'd just stolen from village discount, stockings and sensible shoes, and knocked em dead.

i am now a young urban professional.

shout bamalama!

2008-06-16T15:43:00.002-05:00

that's what i've been doing.
what else have i been doing in this great state?

looking in the forest for magic mushrooms (didn't find any)
shooting a rifle at a dr. pepper can (i hit it!)
swimming in the coosa river
gettin hella laiddddddd brah
watching hogan knows best
eating maybe one vegetable a week
rubbing aloe vera on raidy's sunburned back. he looks like a damn injun.
seeing fucking IRON MAN... everyone reading this should do the same
playing simpsons road rage
listening to the amber alerts, cause raidy can't get enough of himself
missing playing with big knife and hanging out in my apartment
NOT doing any drugs.

workin' 9 to 5...

2008-06-03T11:46:00.003-05:00

i got that job!
and i'm going to montgomery!
and i'm gonna be broke for the next 2 months!
but you know what? that's okay.

during my job interview, they asked me what my current favorite record is, and i said the first black sabbath album. she then asked me WHY i like sabbath. who the fuck knows how to answer that question?!

went to 3 shows this weekend: daily void, punch in the face and THE SPITS...

(here's a clip from when i saw the spits at a skatepark in austin)

fucking sweet. at the daily void show there were a ton of kids fresh out of high school hanging out in the alley, getting rowdy, breaking bottles and boning (or possibly just dry-humping?) 6 feet from where i was standing. saturday was punch in the face's last show and of course it was mostly burly hardcore dudes. i got to have the dissatisfaction of being one of two girls standing anywhere NEAR the stage.

i remember when i went to a couple shows like that in nashville and felt incredibly out of place. i also remember thinking that kind of music was retarded. what changed? i guess i used to care about being original, which we all know now is as pointless as dry humping.

I WAS TOO YOUNG TO HAVE A GIRLFRIEND
I WISH NOW THAT I'D BEEN PUNK THEN

hey spits, i know what you're singing about.

peer pressure y'all

2008-06-01T12:50:00.004-05:00

...made me make a blog.

used to do this all the time in high school and use it as an outlet for drama. this time around it'll only be an outlet for goodstuffs like this:

(i didn't believe raidy when he told me montgomery's baseball team is THE BISCUITS, but here's the proof.)

in four days i'm going to BAMA, where i will watch rad bands, jump on a moonbounce, consume free drugs and finally see that man i miss so much. i have my job interview with these people tomorrow, which will pretty much decide the fate of my summer; that is, whether i'm going to hang out in montgomery (where there is nothing to do but literally go crazy, it seems) for 2 weeks or not.

it's nice to think i might have a real job, even though i don't feel like a real adult. don't know if i'm ready for it yet. what if it becomes my CAREER? what if i become so involved in it that i end up not going back to school? what's the difference?

more immediately, i'm pissed that i might not get to go to the gump. it seems like a place where i could temporarily escape all responsibility and live in another world where life is slow so let's get drunk on the porch. it's just one of those things.

have... a good time... ALL the time. that's my philosophy marty.