listening to: some shitty blues. fucking! he keeps saying "ain't that a shame. ain't it a shame. ain't that a shame. ain't it a shame."
yes, man. it's a goddamned shame, alright.
did you know that Herb could probably sell antiperspirant to a hippy, he's that good of a salesman...?
anyhow.
yesterday went like this:
woke up. went and got some tea. walked to work, realized that the old Mary-Kate & Ashley Olsen watch wasn't keeping good time and I was late for work. Oh well. Went and met Ron for some tea at the Good Earth. Came back to work. Talked to Glenn on the phone, arranged an ad for BeatRoute for our "warped tour tent". figured "phew, that's enough work for the day" right as Holly came to get me for lunch. We went to shitty Midori for sushi, and please. Never again. Ron met us there, and wore the most ridiculous pair of sunglasses (holly's)all through our lunch on the patio. A man came and gave us all chocolate bars, and even though Holly & I didn't want/need them, we still ate them all. I came back to work and Pat came. Then Wade called. Then Firecracker Dan came, and man. I used to run for the hills when I'd see him, and now I love bugging him. Him and I are the complete opposites - he HATES everything that I LOVE. so I'm like "hey Dan - want to go see SUM 41 together?" and he's like "no." and I'm like, "but it's at the Stampede!" and he's like "I hate the Stampede." and I'm like "I love the Stampede." and he said "I figured you would." as he walked out the door. It is really fun for me to be ultra-sweet to somebody who wants no part of it. After that, Holly came in to show off a whole bunch of new clothes that she bought. she took this fucking shirt out of her bag, and it was this pink and black sweater with like, bat wings. I started killing myself laughing, and she's like "what what? not cool?" and i'm like "dude. not one bit of cool" so she goes to the bathroom to try it on, comes out and man. that was the funniest shit i've ever seen. Then bil came around the corner, looked at her, and started killing himself laughing. it was so brutal. then she went to return it. holly... I have no idea what the fuck you were thinking about that. The black pants, though, were a very wise choice.
then I thought to myself, "i think i'll go home" so I left an hour early. I went to the shop next door to my house and moved a couple of clothing racks to try to help them out getting ready for their DJ thing with Mike Daines, but I couldn't help much because the Wade was on his way to get me. The Wade got to my house, and we went to get Craig. We went to Wal-Mart, and the Wade and I bought rafts for Sunday's RAFTING PARTY. (LIZ! are you coming? everybody should come, but no assholes. yes, that means you!)our rafts are pretty cute. then that awesome rainstorm happened, and we went for delicious food to some Vietnamese/Thai place. Sooo good. Craig can really eat alot. Then we went and got a big box of beer. We sat around at Craiggers and drank, the Wade suddenly went home (???) and then Bryce, Veronica and Bil came over. We took some beer and walked to the train station. Oh but first, I screamed outloud while we were watching The Exorcist on the TV, and when that little girl puked on that man's face! Oh my goodness! I just couldn't handle it. I shaked and shook. So we walked to the train, and took it to the Black Swan.
CHIXDIGGIT! sooo good! and it was KJ's birthday. We waited in line for quite a retarded amount of time, until Kathy came out and was like "come this way" and we snuck in the side! so rad! then inside was ... HEATH LEDGER AND JAKE GYLENHAAL! What!? I know. Veronica and I were standing like, 2 people away from Jake, and we got all retarded and giddy. He is sooo handsome. I wasn't too excited about Heath, because he's always in Megatunes, but man. Jake. Dude.
Chixdiggit is easily one of my top 5 bands that I've seen live, ever.
then we took a cab back to Craig's. I ran in and got the beer, Craig went to bed, and I ran out to the cab where we took it to 7-11 for hotdogs. the hotdogs weren't ready, so we went for stupid pizza. I hate pizza when I really want a hotdog. Then we walked to JESSICA'S 18th BIRTHDAY PARTY, where we found her in the kitchen, and Tyson in the living room, both cleaning up PUUUUUKKKKE! nasty! but awesome. I stayed for a beer, and walked home.
the end.
twyla.
