augh…

least favorite thing in the world (aside from, like, war… and famine… and shit… ): insomnia.
seriously, brain. we’re tired. really, really tired. why won’t you sleep? do you hate me?

you should.

because i’m going to ram a pencil through my temple if i don’t fall asleep in, like, ten minutes.

::maladjusted just untrusted rust and sometimes brilliant busted thoughts::

the one good thing to come out of today:

sigur ros is coming to the opera house in boston on september 15.
tickets are, like, thirty bucks.
also, i might get some acid.

otherwise, the day was shit. maybe the raging pms is making me think that it was twenty million times worse than it really was (hahaha… queens… ), but i doubt it. work sucked, and there’s not much more to say about it than that. and given that i didn’t do much else today, sadly, work governs how the rest of my day is.

well, okay… one other decent thing happened, but it was spurred by some not-so-decency, so it only sort of counts.

one of my speakers and i have been on the outs for some time now. it’ll cut out, i’ll prop it up on a box, it’ll work for a bit, it’ll cut out, i’ll take it off the box, it’ll work again for a bit, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. last night, however, the speaker decided that it had enough of the updown game, and just gave up completely.

fed up with that speaker’s attitude, i went into the spare bedroom and nicked the speakers off of the compy that no one really uses any more.

it kind of annoys that they don’t match the motif of the rest of my computer (black and silver and awesome), but the fact that the sound quality out of them is approximately three zillion times better than that of the cocky speakers makes up for it.

i guess.

["promise" -- eve 6]

"ohmigod, loook! i braided my little tassel-y thing-y!!!!"

he’s been terribly aloof lately.
like, since christmas.
i know he’s been busy,
and i know he has one of those “life” things people are always talking about.
but somehow, i still feel like a fourteen year old girl.
in that…
i want to send him letters with little
“do you like me, YES or NO”
circles at the bottom.

i’m entirely not talking about any “he” that any of you may be suspecting.

though, another he in my life, has aparently had his phone shut off, all without telling me, or calling me back the other day when he said he would.

this is why i like girls.

it’s nine am. i went to bed around two. i want to be sleeping right now, but i woke up about forty-five minutes ago to pee, and haven’t been able to rest since.
so, i figured i’d blogbitch like a little girl.
maybe that will help.

doubtful.
because now, i’m hungry.
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i’ve had another search hit, this time from google.
searching for…*drumroll*…

“i don’t know why, i can’t take my eyes off of you” lifehouse

maybe this song posting thing will be to my advantage.

and maybe… i should collect these search-engine hits. could make for preemo blogging one night when the creativity’s not flowing so steady.

::i went in the ocean, i went looking for some love. all i’ve found is that i’ve found i haven’t found enough::

some people stay, some people don’t… sometimes you win, sometimes you won’t… and sometimes, you just have to throw chance to the wind.
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one of my favorite things about some of the websites i frequent is the ads. i can’t count how many “free” ipods i’ve won, and i’m still thinking of finishing out the offer on all of them… to turn around and sell my “free” shit on ebay.

“catch the leprechaun and get free condoms.”
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something that has been annoying me to the point of cursewords today… finding a bank that is both functional and.. well, functional. if you, like me, would think that banks named things like “national city” or “nationwide” were, in fact, national banks, you’d be very, very wrong.

i have this problem, see… my bank in boston is the ownerofallnewengland, bank of america. i cannot do anything to my boa account from michigan but drain it of its money until overdraft (i’ve done that twice already this summer). i currently have -$20.93 in that account. the only way for me to deposit money into that account is to mail my roomate a check, sign the back, put my account number on it, and pray that she needs to go to times square sometime soon. i recently mailed my roomate a check for $40, to cover my latest overdraft (all over MOTOR OIL.. damn car), but i won’t have the money to cover that check until next friday, as i have another check floating about boston somewhere for my $156 t-pass.

i swear to god… we are taking that goddamned train so many fucking times, the homeless guys will know us by NAME.

also, i hate being poor.
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i dyed my hairs today.————————————————————
and just for the sake of loving and missing the best friend… and randomness… and arguing about everything… and chugging fire sauce… a wonderfully whitetrash picture of jarod, taken at my sister’s house.
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i checked my sitemeter stats today. someone found me via yahoo search.

searching for “carrie-underwoff.”
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that, my friends, is all she wrote.

[song for the night: "temptation," VAST]

oh, sarcasm… you really are the most effective rhetorical tool…

nicked from sarah (without permission, but with recognition):

1. Homosexuality is not natural, much like eyeglasses, polyester, and birth control are not natural.
2. Heterosexual marriages are valid because they produce children. Infertile couples and old people cannot get legally married because the world needs more children.
3. Obviously gay parents will raise gay children because straight parents only raise straight children.
4. Straight marriage will be less meaningful, since Britney Spears’s 55-hour just-for-fun marriage was meaningful.
5. Heterosexual marriage has been around for a long time, and it hasn’t changed at all: women are property, Blacks can’t marry Whites, and divorce is illegal.
6. Gay marriage should be decided by the people, not the courts, because the majority-elected legislatures, not courts, have historically protected the rights of minorities.
7. Gay marriage is not supported by religion. In a theocracy like ours, the values of one religion are always imposed on the entire country. That’s why we only have one religion in America.
8. Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the same way that hanging around tall people makes you tall.
9. Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy behavior. People may even wish to marry their pets because a dog has legal standing and can sign a marriage license.
10. Children can never succeed without both male and female role models at home. That’s why single parents are forbidden to raise children.
11. Gay marriage will change the foundation of society. Heterosexual marriage has been around for a long time, and we could never adapt to new social norms because we haven’t adapted to cars or longer lifespans.
12. Civil unions, providing most of the same benefits as marriage with a different name are better, because a “separate but equal” institution is always constitutional. Separate schools for African-Americans worked just as well as separate marriages will for gays & lesbians.

she found this while researching arguments about same-sex parenting. she thought it was entertaining, as did i, and now you have as well.

it’s a funny ol’ world, in’it?

::if you’re going to drive an urban assault vehicle then get off the phone and keep your eyes on the road!::

i hate how much i really, really like this song. it’s william shatner and henry rollins “i can’t get behind that,” and i think i’m an uberdork just for knowing it exists. if i’m not an uberdork for that, i definitely reach status for relating to it so well. it just… sounds like a rant i would go on.

i’m sorry that i’m a loser.

i had to return the book i was reading today. i could’ve renewed it, but i’d already done that once, and i was starting to realise that i really just haven’t had the time for reading like i should. so… i’m going to stick to the stuff that i own, so i won’t have to pay when i (inevitably) forget to return it. maybe someday i’ll try to finish that book. i was really starting to get into it.

when it comes to a point where i’m staring at my screen with writer’s block for a measlylittleblog… i think it’s time to end it.

goodnight, lovers.

fuckin’ a, scott.

why must i be such a dreamer? why do painful realisations have to be so painful? why can’t i just get over this? why, even after the painful realisation, do i want to keep dreaming about it?

i wish, for once, that someone would speak up and confirm my thoughts. i’m sure painful realisations come with a different kind of hurt when they’re not brought on by yourself.

::i don’t know why, i can’t take my eyes off of you::

i was watching ferris bueller’s day off today, because it’s, like, my cinematic bible (even though there are more than a few continuity errors)… and i realised that anders looks/acts a lot like ferris. okay, not so much in the spontaneous fun part, but definitely in the dancing and haircut. he’s actually kind of a mix of cameron and ferris. oh, my… he’s such a weird kid.

after working tonight in that 100+ kitchen, roni and i decided to go to the beach again. the waves were HUGE, as was the undertoe, so we really couldn’t swim, but we waded in a click and got splashed. i got knocked to my ass a couple times, and almost got pulled in once. i wish it hadn’t been so choppy, as swimming would’ve helped my achyness more than just standing there, but i’m glad that the water was rough. it smelled so good… and sounded so good… and the sky was so clear… it looked spectacular.

*love*

in bad news: cliff daniell died on friday. the obituary from the muskegon chronicle can be read here.

i’m crazytired, and nothing else of merit has happened, so goodnight, lovers.

[no song tonight ("you and me" - lifehouse), as i don't actually have it. it just got stuck in my head from playing so often on the radio this weekend.]

once more, with FEELING

a friday night in quotes, as i can’t really remember enough details to make this interesting.

a night out with the LADIES

“but, i wanna make out with a boy.” — jake

“goddammit, why doesn’t anyone ever feel me up? she’s taken.” [three seconds later] “ooooohh… score one for me!” — liz

“family gay…” [not in reference to family guy. sorry.] — jake

“fax-a-sak: 957-7709″ — sign on the wall of the steak and shake

“so, who wants a suck?” — jake

“that was an illegal suck!” — jake

“i don’t need your suck, i have my own.” — kim [as in, me. i was the only kim.]

“whoa, that’s a big glob!” — jake

“… cracker nazi…” — cat

“it’s like the commune of cigarettes. for the people, by the people.” — cat

“to be smoked by the people.” — jake

“yay for the ish.” — jake
“nothing says ‘pride’ like an ashtray.” — cat

“mom, air matresses require money…” –liz
“and air, which we are just plum fucking out of.” — kim

“and on the eighth day, god said ‘let them suffer’… and there was britney spears.” — kim

“it’s like a strawberry elevator!” — jake

“funny. um… ha?” — kim
“you’ve just been humped by the hand creature.” — cat

“force jake to pay to see vagina. i’d do it for the punditry.” — kim

“YOU ATE MY CAT!” — some random guy (in a she-screech) at discussions

“you can’t be that sombre without being drunk.” — cat“why are you so weird? or furthermore, why are we friends?” — cat
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and i had an actual coherent post to go here… but i forgot it. i’m tired. and i really hate working saturday nights.

sleep tight, night angels.

zZzZzZzZzZzZzZz…

sufficient friday night randomness to come… not now. i’m whooped. you ladies took it outta me, that’s for sure.