| blast from the past.. and new stuff too. |
[Jul. 16th, 2007|02:07 am] |
I went to write an entry and it said "restore from saved draft?" and I said "Sure why the fuck not"... or something to that effect... and this is what came up. Seeing as Avery's birthday is in August, and it is now July, this means that this is nearly a year old. Oh dear.
Anyway:
"So basically. I havent written anything in forever. Actually doing stuff and writing about stuff seem to be mutually exclusive...although looking back it really doesn't feel like I've done that much.
Last week Avery Jill Marin Suzanne and this German kid, Fabian, who was staying with Suzanne got drunk on champagne and bacardi in tea cups at Averys.... According to Fabian I am "like a German man"...probably because I say "fuck" a lot... and he stole ALL OF Averys granola bars...Feared for Marin's life due to drunken railing sitting at 26 stories up and her and Suzanne went off to school the next day and the day after that.
Averys birthday was Saturday so I finally got to give him those Cramps albums, along with lots of chocolate, a soap dish, a modern lovers CD, "The Misfits" with Marilyn Monroe, a steak dinner...as well as things that money cannot buy...well unless you're into that shit.
My moms birthday the day after that and my dads was yesterday. Which prety much leaves me kinda broke.
Surfing with my dad Monday after getting my tooth drilled. My face was numb for over 5 hours and I bit a hole in my cheek. It was cold and the waves sucked but having a wetsuit and BOOTIES is pretty awesome and I hope we actually will be able to keep going until Thanksgiving, but we'll see.
Lots of bullshit on Tuesday, ended up working for a mere 4 hours ...closing no less, and being generally pissed off....Then smoked with Jill and Erin.
I've kind of been trying to play guitar lately, though its a lot harder to get used to than bass...which is why bass is for people who can't play guitar...hahah....Going to stick to bass but it would be nice to "dabble" in guitar.
Aaand I decided last week that I actually AM going to go to art school sometime (hopefully) in the not-so-distant future. I'm thinking about looking into the Art Institute, and should probably start getting myself a portfolio type thing together. Yah, uhhh, we'll see what happens with that though.
Avery and I hung out with Jon a wee bit last night since he left for Spain today for the next 4 months or so.
Everyone is going, going or gone.
Got fucked up at Rob's last night with him Avery Allison and Sarah. Random sobriety checkpoints and really REALLY scary."
So yah, not really all that interesting, which is probably why I forgot about it in the first place.... but it's funny comparing all those things to the way things are now. What changes in a year, shit. I was actually teaching my brother some shit on guitar today... and I haven't seen Jon since... jesus, has it been since then? And he's since moved to Morocco and became a shepard? And I also am still completely undecided if I ever want to go to art school. I'd like to, but at the same time I feel like I'd just be wasting my money and surrounding myself with rich douchebags. Things...change. Even though it doesn't really feel like it sometimes.
Other (semi)interesting points in my life as of late... or at least within the past several months because thats all I can remember, hence why I try to write shit down:
16 hour road trip in the snow to Washington DC back in March for an antiwar protest at the Pentagon with Avery Christine and Jill. Finally arrived at an unheated, uninsulated 12x12 foot cabin in 26 degree weather. Never have I slept somewhere where I could see my breath. Having drool on my blanket actually FREEZE was a first too. Only at the protest for about 2 1/2 hours because it was so damn cold. Carried some guy's giant sign, got called commies by anti-anti-war protestors. Turned around and went home. Fuck, that was a while ago, but definitely worth mentioning.
A French man followed me around Boston telling me to come to Paris with him? Yah that was weird.
Saw Dick Dale play AGAIN back in May. He's still amazing. Creepy fat blonde sweaty man next to me almost ruined it, but not quite. Met Dick Dale after the show again and he gave me a kiss... again. And it was still awesome. And he gave Avery guitar tips. And he likes me and Christine's ribs.
Went to Texas and stayed with Avery's family... which is fun but extremely awkward because he hates his mother-
Went to a whatever-a-billy show at Emo's which was fun... some stoned girl thought I was a narc?
Avery, his little brother and I went to Six Flags in San Antonio and went on rollercoasters til the point where we probably could have puked... And I had the spins all night.
Went to an awesome swimming hole with a waterfall, a rainbow, and a rope swing. Saw an all-white horse and her all-white baby horse running through the trees as we were leaving and the sun was setting and I could have sworn they were unicorns. It was magical.
Got my monroe pierced on 6th street around 1 in the morning. Was still too young by about 3 weeks to go to any bars, which was kind of a bummer, but whatever, it's almost to hot to drink there anyway.
Avery's dad introduced us to this stuff called miracle fruit.. which is basically a berry you suck on for like 5 minutes, spit the seed out and then eat crap that you would normally put sugar on. You don't need to because it tricks your taste buds into thinking that what you're eating is sweet? Ate an entire lemon and didn't think anything of it until my mouth started to hurt.
He also found what we're pretty sure is a fossil of some kind of plant, like a palm or something, it was definitely an imprint of something in a rock though, and not cement.
Uhhh... lots and lots of deer, went swimming in the lake pretty much every day and spent the remainder of our time eating an obscene amount of Mexican food and getting not-tan.
Went to the cape with my family and Avery. Not really too exciting this year. The weather wasn't that great. Went surfing a few times... but the waves weren't too spectacular either. Two seals came within twenty feet of me while I was in the water. Intense. Avery and I went on a little adventure during a massive storm though, which was delightful.
Turned 21. Had a party at my house. The faucet broke off when Corey threw Cassie in the kitchen sink. Turned into an extremely entertaining water canon.... but proved to be a huge pain in the ass when trying to come up with a retarded story to tell my parents as to why it broke. Rolled up the rug so it wouldnt get dirty... then turned it around the wrong way which really confused my mother. Jill baked me a delicious cake, which managed to inevitably spawn the dirty sanchez chocolate cake fight. A cabinet handle broke off... And three people puked. A fun night. The night before that Avery took me out to a drag show at Jaques', the gay bar around Back Bay. If you have a chance, go, because it was so much fun. Where else could you possibly see a 300 lb, 8 foot tall drag queen version of Patti LaBelle dance like a motherfucker, then jump 5 feet in the air and land in a perfect split? Yah, it was an experience. Got really drunk there, went to Little Stevie's for some late night pizza, made a stop at another bar for some Jager shots, made yet another stop at The Mission, realized we kind of hated everyone there so we left, and continued our journey back to Avery's. Mapquested our route the next day and discovered we walked just under 4 miles... Glad I wore my fuckin flats. Avery gave me the Cabinet of Dr. Caligari, and the "Love God and Murder" Johnny Cash box set. Also got some money and (a couple winning) scratch tickets from relatives, a nostalgic bottle of Raspberry Stoli from Michaela, colored pencils and a sketchbook from Christine, and my parents paid for my brake job on my car.
Planning my parents 25th wedding anniversary party for September. It's become ridiculously stressful because it's a suprise party... at least to my mom. I don't even want to think about it.
Went on my second ever paid court reporting job last Tuesday. It was horrible and I went out to my car during lunch and cried. Had to swear in the witness, which I completely forgot how to do, then my machine was fucked up and the lawyer I was working for was a total cunt. The depo itself was interesting enough though. The witness was a 40-something-year-old divorcee who liked to smell dog's feet and was citing the fact that her husband liked to fuck horses as her reason for why they should settle in her favor. An interesting day.
Just started reading the Koran this past week... along with "The Complete Idiots Guide to the Koran"... which, obviously, makes me feel like an idiot. But it provides some useful insights and details that I might have otherwise missed. I like religion, from an philosophical point of view. Totally not trying to sound like a smarmy asshole, by the way. I feel like the word "philosophical" is really pretentious. So is the word "pretentious", sort of. And going like this "".
Everyone in the world became a cokehead or a junkie...but is that really news? I'm ashamed at the fact that I used to be associated with certain people who are now just ridiculous.
I've also decided that I really don't want to give up on the idea of being a tattoo artist. I've been drawing like a mother lately trying to get some shit together but I don't really want to get my hopes up too too much. I know it's generally pretty tough to get an apprenticeship set up but fuuuck I wanna do that so bad.
Avery and I have been jamming in my garage with Kasey lately. Who is a fucking amazing drummer, by the way. Things are going quite well and I'm pretty excited.
Went to the Foxboro State Mental Hospital again a few nights ago with Avery Jill and Nelson. Lost my brakes on the way there on Route 1, which was wicked fucking scary. Was it the ghosts telling us to stay away? Who knows... Went there anyway after getting pathetically lost and ended up running out when we caught sight of some guard there...which is extra intense when you're high.
In the process of organizing a giant game of capture the flag throughout the streets of Boston and Cambridge with hopefully about 50 or so people? It's going to be epic.
I want to relocate my clothes and build a darkroom in my closet... or my treehouse.
My bowl's name is now Harry Belafonte.
Watched the Cabinet of Dr. Caligari the other night, which was amazing. Then immediately after, saw "Female Trouble" in it's entirety for the first time ever. I think I'm in love.
That's all for now, folks. |
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