The Zoolander/Cypress Hill connection.

So I was listening to the Factory 81 cover of "Insane In The Membrane" today. It got stuck in my head. Like more than usual. So then I use my trusty internet to google the lyrics. Something jumped out at me:

"Who you tryin' to get crazy with ese? Don't you know I'm loco?"

I was like "where have I heard that before?" and then it hits me. I heard those very same words uttered by one Mr. Owen Wilson (Hansel). Right before the walk off. I believe there was a pseudo verbal altercation.

See? There you have it. Further proof that male models are as gangsta as it gets.



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You Don't Smoke. (Don't Even Want To)

So...I'm trying to avoid talking about my feelings here, mostly because I have 3 other blogs for that.

However, I am WICKED bored. With everything. With the rain, with sitting at home, with various "scenes", with the food at my house, with my weight, with, living at home,with the whole heterosexual relations dichotomy, with needing a degree to get any sort of job that pays anything comfortable, with waiting by the computer for some boy to send a message/email/ comment of some kind.

I'm convinced that more than two people are subscribed to my myspace blog. The blog views just don't add up, no matter what time it is, no matter who's online. Fucking RSS feeds. It feels kind of cool, like i'm almost famous, but its kind of creepy like I'm being stalked by like some bizzarro, sniper literatti (I'm not sure on the spelling on that). Not that I blame them. Today's entry was a gem.

Another classy photograph of me.

I changed my voicemail today. See you in another 5 months, voicemail menu.

I need to write some more.

So I got the sign I requested when I asked for a sign whether or not to continue this ridiculous crush on Rob. Unfortunately, all signs point to NO. Unfortunately, I can't help it and I'm just going to end up where I started.

I have to pee.

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How do you afford your rock and roll lifestyle?

I can't. I need a job that pays just for all my concertgoing expenses alone.

So I was in Katy's truck listening to this Mastadon song on the radio. For those who do not know. MAstadon is prone to playing heavy, heavy metal. The chorus of the song in question goes "WHITE! WHALE! HOLY! GRAIL!". So then I get mental pictures of Moby Dick holding a challice of some sort. I told Katy this, and she agreed, stating that whoever wrote the song probably was watching the film adaptation of Moby Dick and reading The DaVinci Code.

Which sent me into an inconsolable giggling fit.

Picture it sometime, its great.

I guess that's it.

Oh, and boys are the most vile things to ever walk this earth.

But that's just me letting my personal life bleed into someplace it shouldn't. That's what livejournal's for and I've already vented there.

Freakfest (aka an excursion to City Club) on saturday!

Okay, I'm done.

I need to be. For both our sakes.

Tight Shot, Close Zoom. When you move it's assumed you feel it too

http://www.wluwprom.org/

...somebody take me. Have dress, will travel.

So...I think I should do a cast of characters...you know, before this thing gets so out of hand.

+ Jeron: Best friend since I was 14, notorious for the political incorrectness he brings out of me.
+ Jessica: Best friend for also another ridiculous period of time.
+ Jen, Jenni, Jill, Adam, Randy, Nick, Kevin, Mini: Homies from the west coast of Michigan, aka Kalamazoo.
+ Katy:I know of no other way to put it-- she's my homeslice
+ Matt: Most current ex
+ Heather: Friend since high school, dated Matt right before I did. Also reppin the "oreo" thing.
+ Johnny: Creepy, psycho ex boyboyfriend. Is weird on 43 different levels. Nevermind that once upon a time I hooked up with his best friend.
+ (Myspace) Rob: current crush, lives in Chicago. I'll be meeting him in person in june.
...those are the major characters, as of right now...I'll update as I see fit.

Thought of the day: Curse this unsquelchable hope of mine.

3 weeks until Movement 06!

*Currently my iTunes loves: "Plucked" - Something Corporate

Church and the Common Jam Band

So I was supposed to be in church today. Well, they got me good, becuase I was, but my mind was 1,000,000 miles away...or at least at the gas station at the end of the block.

I was sitting in church today, and I hadn't been there for longer than five minutes when Miss Rita got "the holy ghost". I mean jumping up, screaming having almost a convulsory fit. "HALLELUJAH!", "THANK YOU JESUS!", etc.

My mom held her hat. It was red. I kinda wanted to wear it. It was really cute.

And then, the organist/musician dude starts egging her on. And by egging her on I mean playing music more conducive to getting the holy ghost. Something a little more upbeat. This went on for quite a bit, well at least long enough for me to start "thinking" again.

And that got me to thinking: where did jam bands come from?

I think they (like everything else) originated in the baptist church. Those solos can go on FOREVER. Just like the preachers and the extended shouting portions.

Juuust saying.

I guess that's all from me.

This is going to be the longest 9 months of my life. And I 'm not even pregnant.

All cool things are in metrics

See that? That's what I look like, more or less. You know, minus the gray skin and purple hair...although that shade of purple would be pretty bitchen on me. That, and my lips aren't that oddly shaped.

I'm in Detroit for the summer and then the subsequent semester. I live at home. I'm almost 21.

I want to write.

I dig music. If there were a way to marry those two things together, I'd do it. I write stories and poems and riddle them with pop references, allude to certain lyrics. If you don't get it, deal.

I've got issues. Sometimes I'll share, others I'll hang out in a drunken stupor and wonder what its like in California.

I will also randomly burst into song, sing the praises of Myspace, make to do lists, and swear like I have Tourette's.

I also get really excited over concerts and musical events.

I love Chicago...the musical and the city.

I think this is enough about me for now.

*Right now my iTunes loves: "Season" - The Academy Is...