I've been trying off and on once or twice over the last week or so to post something here but every time I try there is some bullshit going on with blogspot-Ted dick that does not permit me to post anything. So I wrote this on Saturday night but it is not posted until now, Monday night. So fucking shit balls, blogspot. What is up, yo?
AMERICA! fuck yeah. Coming to save the motherfucking day, yeah!
Fuck yeah. That just about sums up my feelings about the current situation of my feelings right this minute, America. So listen up! Cause you are about to get a fucking ear full of Amanda Pants! I had some caffeine. What's worse? Alcohol or caffeine? Remember the days of Humboldt county livin' and lovin' when someone would say, "hey, wanna smoke some of this (blah blah slang for drugs insert here) and I would say, "Sure! Let me just brew up a big pot of coffee first." Because drugs just wasn't drugs for me unless it was mixed with drugs. Good times. Gooood times.
On Leno last night they had a repeat from like a few months ago and they did this whole segment on the Humboldt Crabs. Did anyone see that? It was neat seeing the plaza and the baseball field. I could watch the games from my window on 10th street, if I wanted to. Which I never did. Because fuck baseball. I hate that shit. But the segment was really funny. They had one of those electric bike riding cops in the plaza having to deal with some really stupid homeless hippie-ish sort of guys. I say hippie-ish because they weren't really your regular arcata kind of hippies, they were more like baseball hat wearing t-shirt wearing tattooed kind of homeless guys. Assholes, really. It was awesome.
I have two take home finals and a 10 page paper to write this week. I don't remember when they are all due except that I'm pretty sure the 10 page paper is due on Friday. It better fucking be. And then I'm done for this quarter. And then next Monday, a week from this Monday, I start summer school! I'm taking Spanish. The whole first year of Spanish in like 12 weeks or 11 weeks or something. Crazy.
What else. I'm more obsessed with Joni Mitchell than I've ever been, which I didn't think was possible. And I sort of hate myself for it. Because I never thought I was one of THOSE types of people. Apparently I am. So fuck you. You can't judge me. You like credence Clearwater or something stupid. I'm sure of it. You and your face.
Oh! I watched Jesus Is Magic - the Sarah Silverman opus. Man oh man. That is one funny Jew cunt. As she would describe herself, surely. Surely. And I watched Personal Velocity which is written and directed by Arthur millers daughter Rebecca miller. I give up on capitalizing. And it has kyra segwick and parker posey and faruza balk. So you know, its all like you would expect. But it was pretty good. I give it 4 out of 5 netflix stars.
My new work associates burned a CD for me with this crazy new fangled Gnarls Barkley people. I love this name. Gnarls Barkley. It is worth it just for that. But they do a cover of a violent femmes song and mostly just generally have some of the best songs on this album. I'm always distrustful of liking popular music, especially if it is very very new, like this. But I love it.
And I applied for a editorial assistant job through the college for the summer or beyond. It is the kind of job where I can do it anywhere, from my lap top, so I can still keep my other job too. I really really hope I get to do it if for nothing else than to have something other than healthcare crap on my resume. The guy I interviewed with knows my brother and knew all my references and his assistant is the husband of a woman I worked with at my last job. So If it is all about who you know, and people say that it is, then I should have this thing in the bag. Plus, I'm awesome. So why not? Indeed.
Jesus, me me me. Ay,dios mio. My lord in heaven do I go on. And there's more. More more more that I could go on talking about. But it is late. Should I watch an SNL rerun? Most likely.
Oh, and my new digital camera is broken. Fuck you, world.
June 12, 2006
These three cubic feet of bone and blood and meat are all I love and know.
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It says you really like comments. What if the comment is this: Personal Velocity was the biggest piece of shite I've ever seen. That may be a slight exaggeration. But I could only get through 20 minutes of it. Isn't Rebecca Miller married to Daniel Day Lewis? You should probably let some people know when you might be staying with them. Didn't you say June? It's so June, my friend. Ailsa crawls around swinging her head dramatically from left to right and right to left like a spastic dinosaur. And she growls. And she dances. Where did she learn to dance? We don't dance! But dance she does. And she says "basketball."
You should have watched the parker posey part. I liked it. And i liked the first part okay too. The last part, not so much. But gee, I wonder, were you watching it by yourself or with any outside influences? Hmmmmm... That was uncalled for. June... Um. I'll email you my itinerary. I have one, you know.
She says "babababababa" and her wacko mother thinks she's saying "basketball."
When she comes home with Ds on her report card you'll probably think they are really As.
And, Mndykns, it's know who you know, it's who you're sleeping with.
That's true about not who you know, but who you are sleeping with. I was knowing all the right people, just like you, for the SCAD job I wanted, but I was sleeping with all the wrong people. So they fucked me over.
Heeeeey. Waaaiit a minute. . .
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