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Sunday, December 7th, 2008
3:06 am	MOVING TO NEW SITE After a long absence, I am officially retiring this LJ for my own reasons. If you are still inclined to keep up with me in some fashion, I have moved the "blogging" to a new location: Of All There Was . . ., which you are welcome to check at your leisure. I will make considerable effort to update it on a fairly regular basis now that I have a fair amount of free time. End "Sunny Day's Glee." It was good times. Current Mood: blank Current Music: "Monster Man" - Soul Coughing (Comment on this)
Sunday, February 3rd, 2008
1:30 am	"-cause nobody loves me, it's true, not like you do-" NEW PORTISHEAD ALBUM OUT APRIL 14TH!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Comment on this)
Monday, November 5th, 2007
6:03 pm	Oh yeah . . . I'm still here . . . Current Mood: blah Current Music: "Halo" - Depeche Mode, Violator (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, September 6th, 2007
6:01 pm	R.I.P. Luciano Pavarotti . . . On top of everything else shitty in my life right now, Pavarotti dies . . . one of the greatest singers in a century, the master of the aria. Buona notte, il mio ragazzo. There will never be a voice like yours again in opera and in general . . . Current Mood: depressed Current Music: "Nessun Dorma" - Luciano Povaratti (Comment on this)
Friday, July 27th, 2007
10:19 am	"Iron Maiden? Excellent!" Dude! That song from Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure is the "Freebird" equivalent of "Guitar Hero `80s" (i.e. the last song you unlock)!!!!! You know, the song at the mall where Joan of Arc starts teaching the aerobics class and all the other celebrities get in trouble? I didn't know it but it's an actual song by Extreme called "Play With Me." !!!!!! And it's super-fun to play. How awesome is that? Current Mood: cheerful Current Music: "Play With Me" - Extreme (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, July 6th, 2007
9:40 pm	All right, I look like a chode, but at least I'm in a national magazine. Wizard Magazine issue #190, pg. 2. Hit the stands last week. Check it out for a good laugh. PS: I get to interview the Dave Gibbons next week. Only the man who drew the greatest comic of all time, The Watchmen... I'm so excited! Current Mood: accomplished Current Music: "Hangar 18" - Megadeth (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, June 24th, 2007
11:32 pm	"-the apple falls far from the tree, she's rotten and so beautiful-" My current home in Dobbs Ferry, NY, . . . . . . is at Mercy College, . . . . . . which has a shitty pool that is never open, . . . . . . a nice view of the Hudson over trees, . . . . . . a nice view from the dorms, . . . . . . three buildings on the campus, one of which is the dorms where I'm staying . . . . . . and tiny little rooms. Here, I have no TV with me, and I will be kicked out one week before my internship is done. Philly Con was all right last weekend. Basically the same set-up as Chicago, just placed in a weird hangar-type room and only slightly smaller. All these cons are starting to look alike. I now personally know one of the T-shirt vendors who is always at every con I go to. Hi, Steeve. The under-part of one of the escalators was made of tea cups . . . Outside the massive dealer's room was very pretty . . . Someone had a great Usagi Yojimbo costume! You never see any samurai bunnies walking around. PS: My camera sucks dick. Current Mood: depressed Current Music: "Vivica" - Jack Off Jill, Clear Hearts Grey Flowers (4 Comments |Comment on this)
9:09 pm	"I like New York in June. How about you? I like a Gershwin tune. How about you?" I realize I took this little trip about four weeks ago now, but I've been too lazy and/or something to upload any of the pictures. It was while I was still at the hotel (another story), and one weekend, I just decided it was high-time I took myself to see the city. This was motivated half out of boredom and half because the Garth Ennis would be signing at Midtown Comics that Saturday, and Ennis is one of my favorite comic book writers of all the time (with the new "The Boys" and "Preacher," my favorite comic series ever, among a ton of other credits). So . . . though I was by myself and had no clue how to navigate any transportation or areas, I played it by ear as a little adventure and eventually . . . I found a bus from Nyack across the Tappan Zee Bridge to the train station at Tarrytown. The train took me through Dobbs Ferry, Yonkers and Harlem (which is expectedly shady looking) to Grand Central Terminal. Times Square was only a tiny walk from the terminal. *Note: picture sucks due to intense heat and impromptu self-shooting. I felt bad for this guy and his 12-foot crotch. How embarrassing, and he's probably so proud of it somewhere . . . There was an awesome Transformers ad in Times Square to look at . . . I found Times Square is a very busy place . . . Aimlessly walking around to pass time until the signing, I found where they're playing "Spamalot" on Broadway! "Spamalot" had the best promotional building-decor I've ever seen! I also ran upon "Phantom," my first musical love and only musical I've ever seen on Broadway. Heading away from Times, I found a great Transformers ad on Madison Square Garden. When I got tired, I spent some time chilling in Bryant park. On my failed quest to find the Nintendo store, I found Radio City Music Hall. I also found the Rainbow Room. I then found my lost love, Chipotle! Yummmmmmm . . . And eventually I met Garth (accompanied by the super-nice Darick Robertson, artist of "The Boys" and "Nightcrawler" among other things) and then found my way back to Grand Central, exhausted from hauling around the $80, Alan Moore "Lost Girls" set I'd bought at Midtown. At Grand Central, I met a nun while trying to find my appropriate train, and she and I walked around together for awhile until we found the right platform. I swear. I don't know when I'll be going back, but I'll probably plan it a little more thoroughly this time, knowing how to get there now and all. My current residence is already across the bridge and near the Dobbs Ferry platform, so that's one less thing to worry about. But it was definitely an interesting endeavor. And meeting Garth Ennis was amazingly worth it. Current Music: "Utopia" - Goldfrapp, Felt Mountain (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, June 6th, 2007
7:43 am	celebrity encounter!!!!! Guess who walked right past me last night?????? DAVID CRONENBERG! THE DAVID CRONENBERG, one of my greatest idols of all time, the genius behind The Fly, Scanners, A History of Violence, Naked Lunch, eXistenZ, Videodrome and Dead Ringers, just to name a few! WALKED RIGHT BY ME INTO THE THEATER. It was a screening of his new film at the Palisades mall, Eastern Promises, starring Viggo Mortensen and Naomi Watts, and apparently, a section of our audience was an official test audience. So, the rest of us were kicked out after the film, and I was walking out to the lobby to retrieve my cellphone, and I looked up and DAVID FUCKING CRONENBERG walks right past me. And I knew it was him right away, followed him back into the theater and was promptly kicked out again. It's so weird when you see an idol in real life, someone of David's magnitude. They look just like they look in pictures, just like you know. But somehow you just can't believe they really exist tangibly. I didn't wait outside the theater or anything. I'm one of those people who consider it kind of rude to rush up to someone at during an everyday setting and beg for an autograph or a picture or a conversation. It's too embarrassing for me, especially considering David's one of my true heroes and ultimate sexy men of cinema (just watch Nightbreed--the undeniable charisma he has!), and I'm sure he'd be put off by it. An official signing or convention is one thing, this was another. I couldn't accost him and be one of those people, especially all by myself. So, I simply left, sad yet ecstatic. But I did see him, and I won't forget it. One of the best and most visionary directors in the world. Here's to David: Current Mood: shocked Current Music: "I Miss the Girl" - Soul Coughing (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, May 22nd, 2007
10:58 am	"Ever dance with the Devil in the pale moonlight?" The official first picture of Heath Ledger as The Joker . . . Current Music: Beck (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, May 20th, 2007
6:21 pm	The internship in New York at America's #1 comic book magazine I've been here one solid week now, but the isolation makes it feel like months. Let me clarify since it's been awhile: I'm living at a Best Western in Nyack, NY, on the Hudson River about 45 minutes north of the big city. It's a seven-hour drive from Kent and about 10 from Charleston. My hotel . . . woooo. My internship is at America's #1 comic book magazine in Congers, NY, more specifically now for America's #1 toy magazine. My magazine internship coordinator says we're not allowed to post the names of our internship online at all, just I'll just say the first one starts with "Wiz" and sounds like "Lizard" and the second one rhymes with "ToyCare." If you're like me, when you think of New York, especially this close to NYC, you expect something extremely urban, maybe just a vast plateau of sprouting buildings and dirt and steel. You might even expect such a prestigious internship to be based on the 19th floor of some high-rise skyscraper full of other big publications. Not the case. It looks almost EXACTLY like West Virginia here, environmentally speaking, only with no trailers strewn everywhere and no cars in people's front yards. A cool cemetery in Nyack just down the road from my hotel. Everywhere is mountainous and full of trees. My 15-minute drive to work every day is like driving through Clay County, hilly, twisting and surrounded by green. My drive to work every day. And the "Lizard" Entertainment building is a warehouse on a street all its own, two floors at the most. The front-half of the "Lizard" Entertainment building is a comic geek's paradise, and the greatest work environment I've ever seen! The lobby is lined with Alex Ross paintings, cardboard stands of Star Wars characters and promotional X-Men banners. Every office and cubicle is COVERED in statues, busts, posters, toys, figures, comics and artwork, and it's easy to see the popularity of the magazine is because it's a geek publication run by geeks, which makes me feel good. They have a comic book library I will soon have to help stock, an anime library I have yet to see, and a toy library, which I'm almost done completing the inventory for. Don't worry, I've gotten to write, too. This week I got to do a sidebar intro for the new Marvel Classic Lead Figurines. The back-half of the building is purely warehouse, lined with shelves and shelves of things we're not allowed to go near, boxes and boxes of different back issues I've already had to tap into, and an area where they photograph the famous "ToyCare" feature: "T.T.T.," the thing that started "Robot Chicken." If you don't know what magazine I'm talking about by now, sorry. Despite the vast amount of excess toys and statues lying around they save for contest prizes, you're not allowed to take anything for free or buy anything. But they do get stacks and stacks of free comics frequently, nothing too popular but some stuff by some familiar names. You are also allowed to check things out from the libraries for free, which rocks. My hotel is nestled under an overpass near the top of this mountain. I've ventured down the mountain into the popular streets of downtown Nyack, which reminds me of Columbus's High Street on a San Francisco-like slope. There is an amazing New York pizza shop with huge slices at high prices but very good. There is the best Indian food I've ever had, which sadly, is going out of business soon only to be replaced by another Indian restaurant. There is also a bar with a good jukebox I was taken to by other "Lizard" workers last Friday. The festival on Main Street in Nyack today . . . See how the street climbs up in the back. Sweet-ass Indian restaurant right here! Looking down Main Street . . . You can see The Hudson River in the background. Going the other way on 59 will take you to the Palisades Center, which I've been told is biggest mall on the East Coast, and I can believe it. THE THING IS SO GRATUITOUS! Imagine Myrtle Beach's Broadway at the Beach combined with the shopping of a normal city and packed into a gigantic building. The thing is five floors and definitely the second biggest mall I've ever been in (I've been to The Mall of America in Minnesota), even bigger than that one we were taken to in Paris that one time. I walked around in this place yesterday and was just taken aback by how crazy it is. There's a huge ferris wheel, a Dave & Busters, a Target, a Coldstone Creamery, a Johnny Rockets, a huge Barnes & Nobel, a Cheesecake Factory and an FYE that has live bands playing it in (I shit you not). And then there's also crazy high-brow stores where a woman's tank top is $168 (I looked at the tag) and some really cool stores I've never heard of, such as a Japanese culture store (with the hugest assortment of Manga ever) and a Hot Topic-rival store called The Rock that focuses mainly on band shirts and action figures. On the top floor, there's a regular theater and an IMAX theater and a bowling alley, as well. This mall even has a huge Joann Fabrics????? In a mall? The place is too overwhelming for me, too many stores, too many people. The Palisades Center mall, the biggest on the East Coast. This mall has five fucking floors and is obscenely long distance-wise. The mall's ferris wheel. This place is fucking crazy. Definitely one of the most gratuitous, obscenely Americanized hedonisms I've ever walked into. But . . . despite how impressive this all is . . . I'm very lonely. It's hard to come from living with five people and frequently being with Andy to nothing at all. Now I go to work, come back to my hotel room and play Super Mario on Nintendo DS (thanks to B.B. for the extremely utilized present). I don't get cable so I can't watch Cartoon Network or The Shield. My body is going to ruin with no Rec to go to (though I might try running at Rockland State Park instead this week). I've been put on a diet of Chef Boyardee, sandwiches, coffee and eating out. There are always people fucking in some room around me. I might try going into the city soon, but it won't be for a couple of weekends because next weekend is Aunt Marua's for Mom's birthday. And I'm tired of spending money. My living space for the next 2 1/2 months, by myself. And I packed lightly, too. I won't make it sound horrendous. The internship is awesome and easy. But it all just makes me feel like my life is slipping away and kind of stir-crazy, even though I have plenty to read and watch. I clean every day, get up early to make my lunch and coffee, clean my face at night, brush my teeth twice a day. It's sad in a way. It makes me fear what to do when this internship is over. It makes me notice that I've developed lines under my eyes, ones that aren't going away. It makes me feel lost. The Hudson at the base of Main Street in Nyack. I don't want to know how dirty this water is, but it's pretty in a dismal way, at least. And it makes me miss him. Current Music: "Elephant Woman" - Blonde Redhead (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, February 19th, 2007
10:04 pm	"-everything dies-" Just because I'm so mad right now I could kill someone . . . Recently I've begun to appreciate my ex-roommate Gretchen a lot more than I had. Above any other vices she had, she was at least a neat, clean person. When we made messes or had get-togethers, we had it cleared the next day. Even if we had a crummy little Eagle's Landing apartment, we showed respect for our dwelling and took a little pride in living where we lived. As if I don't have fucking enough to do or worry about right now, I come home and the kitchen is demolished, after I cleaned its demolishing last week. People let food harden on the counters to the point where it stains. They stack cans in a recycle bag to overflowing and, rather than taking out the first bag and replacing it, they just keep piling till our floor is overrun with cans. They pile the trash until it spills onto the floor and hide boxes behind it they don't feel like crushing or folding up. They pile dirty dishes into crusty towers rather than rinsing them after they've used them and putting them in the dishwasher. They miss the bathroom trashcan and leave the waste on the floor. They leave empty Coke boxes on the floor instead of throwing them away. They never vacuum, leave moldy buns on the microwave and leave constant pizza mess all over the stove. And don't get me started on our living room. I thought maybe if I was more attentive, they'd feel bad and help me. I make sure to always pull my hair out of the shower catch after every use. I've been better about taking out the trash and recycling this semester, even though I barely contribute to either one. I thought maybe they'd see I needed help. I thought maybe they'd notice that things are rough for me right now. I barely get five hours of sleep every night, not by choice. I have a thousand obligations with IFS, with RPA in-class and out-of-class work, with Magazine Writing, with my two writing-intensive classes, with the ALL section, with work, with internships approaching, making sure our bills get paid on time . . . And the other searing personal issues I have to face day after day when Andy isn't here to make me smile. All I want when I come home is to not come home to a trashed household. I want to come home to a place where people are considerate and involved, a place where TV isn't God. Right now I sympathize with my mom. I always thought she was a pest, but now I know how she felt raising children and being a wife. All she wanted was help because she was already so weary from everything else. She had enough problems without adding something so minute, simple and correctable to them. Maybe I'm losing it. I know it could be a lot worse. You may wonder why something so small is getting to me enough to post an entry about it after months of absence. Simply stated: I needed a place to vent. Every time I vent to a roommate about it, they give me that look. They think I'm annoying and irrational, think I'm being a bitch, because I'm constantly trying to hint them in that this is important to me. They think it's so small, it doesn't matter. Maybe it doesn't. Maybe I am being completely outrageous here. Maybe all the pressure has piled so high that I'm beginning to take it out on everyone around me. The daily non-stop schedule, the constant fear, the worry for my future, the deadlines, being broke, the never-ending personal sadness lessened by a beautiful person who has his own worries to attend to. I'm trying to suck it up, honestly. A year ago I would have called me a pussy and a freak. Some days are better than others. All I'm saying is the bad days are worsened by poor housekeeping. Current Mood: lost Current Music: "Everything Dies" - Type O Negative
Sunday, December 17th, 2006
5:11 pm	"And Igby . . . goes . . . down . . ." So . . . You haven't heard from me in three months because I haven't known what to say. I still don't. Everything has become unmanageable. The last three months have been a mixture between the worst in my life and wonderful moments I would never trade. I wake up in tears a lot, like this morning, but I've also woken up to such happiness. I even pray to something, anything, just to know what to do. Just when I think things will be all right, the next day they are worse than ever. I've become speechless or maybe mindless in the sense that I don't know what to do anymore nor do I know what I'm doing. I continue to hurt the person I love more than anyone because I can't give him what he needs at this point in my life, to the point where he tells me he'd like me to just physically kill him. At the same time, things can be so worthwhile up here some days, and worthwhile down there. I thought I could make everyone happy and myself too, but it's not working. I can't make everyone happy. I wish I was gone away already. The roommates up here have become less entertaining, or maybe I've just become less entertained. We're all too self-involved and inconsiderate. After a semester of academic/personal strife, I've still managed to get two A's and one B+ so far (the Ethics grade isn't in yet, though I know it's an A - yes, imagine me doing well in an Ethics class). Many of my friends at home are getting together soon, and I hope I will be happy company for them by then; they're still people who aren't convinced that I have some kind of STD. I miss them and the simplicity of our relationships with each other. I miss uncomplication. I don't write anymore because I can't talk here anymore. I can't talk to anyone anymore. No one knows, not really. They know a revealed chunk and have assumptions from that chunk. I feel like I'm losing my mind sometimes, that I could wake up one day and just not will myself to move for a year or more, not speak, not acknowledge the world. I wish I knew the future. "You see it, Igby? I feel this great, great pressure coming down on me. It's constantly coming down on me. It's crushing me." Current Mood: dispondent Current Music: "Flames" - VAST (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, October 13th, 2006
3:56 pm	This is what you want, this is what you get . . . So . . . me, me, me. Tomorrow's my 23rd birthday, and I'm a monster, though not in the festive Halloween sense. I look in the mirror and see something disgusting staring back, something slimy, something repulsive. You see . . . I ended my and Tim's relationship. It began semi-mutual, or at least verbally semi-mutual, but it was really all me. I've become lonely these past few months; even before I came back to school I became lonely. Even enjoying a flawless relationship filled with nothing but happiness and contentment and sincerity, I became lonely. And I took the initiative to stop it while things were still good, which, at this point, I believe was much harder than stopping it when it was time for me to move away to a different state. Like ending something is much harder than being ended. Shallow. Hollow. Selfish. In the end, this is what I am. The truth is also that I've met someone up here. I know what you're thinking, but it hasn't gotten to that stage yet, and it is definitely not the main reason. I would never be able to hurt Tim if a person was the only reason. I've thought about it before and always weighed out the situation and found it unworthy compared to Tim and me. But now, it was a combination of things for me, and this person, his name is Andy, was merely a progressive catalyst and a friend that would eat away at me if I'd pass up knowing him better. An additional factor, unbelievable and amazing. Just know there's also the distance, the dull feeling, the general, inexplicable Ally-inability. So what's done has been done. But now I look in the mirror, and I see something grotesque. My stomach turns every day thinking that I've made the biggest mistake ever, and at the same time it feels right, right now. Sometimes I think I can physically feel Tim's tears and his suffering, and I wish I could equal it, but I just can't. I've broken his heart. Of course, Tim has been amazing, his usual self that constantly makes me doubt my decision-making skills. I have rough days and good days, but nothing compared to his. I am lucky enough that he and I talk every day, and through talking, we make new decisions about ourselves, our relationship and our future. I learn something new about myself every day from him. In fact, sometimes I think we're closer now than we were before, even if not physically and lacking official title. But I worry about him, and I think I always will, just as I'll always love him. Mom and Tim think I can't allow myself to be truly happy. I agreed with them. I told Tim that, at this point in my life, maybe it's the wrong time for that. And so we both cling to the future, someday, a point when I might be more of an appreciative human being. Maybe then I could redeem myself, maybe then I'll be worthy of "me and Tim," but for right now, I'm a worm. I'm sorry. I know this makes no sense, or, if it does, I'm not giving it near the depth it deserves. That would be pages upon pages, and it wouldn't change anything. Maybe the brief-nature here will make me look far more villainous, which is what I deserve. I'm just updating what's happened the last two weeks. It's been far too much to touch upon. So, happy birthday to me. And, please, no one reply to this one. Talk to me-me instead. Current Mood: lying in it Current Music: "Dear Birds" - Low in the Sky (w/ Mandy Lashua) (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, October 4th, 2006
9:48 am	"I saw her today at a reception A glass of wine in her hand I knew she would meet her connection At her feet was her footloose man No, you can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want And if you try sometime you find You get what you need I saw her today at the reception A glass of wine in her hand I knew she was gonna meet her connection At her feet was her footloose man You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want But if you try sometimes you might find You get what you need Oh yeah, hey hey hey, oh... And I went down to the demonstration To get my fair share of abuse Singing, "We're gonna vent our frustration If we don't we're gonna blow a 50-amp fuse" Sing it to me now... You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want But if you try sometimes well you just might find You get what you need Oh baby, yeah, yeah! I went down to the Chelsea drugstore To get your prescription filled I was standing in line with Mr. Jimmy And man, did he look pretty ill We decided that we would have a soda My favorite flavor, cherry red I sung my song to Mr. Jimmy Yeah, and he said one word to me, and that was "dead" I said to him You can't always get what you want, no! You can't always get what you want (tell ya baby) You can't always get what you want (no) But if you try sometimes you just might find You get what you need Oh yes! Woo! You get what you need--yeah, oh baby! Oh yeah! I saw her today at the reception In her glass was a bleeding man She was practiced at the art of deception Well I could tell by her blood-stained hands You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want But if you try sometimes you just might find You just might find You get what you need You can't always get what you want (no, no baby) You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want But if you try sometimes you just might find You just might find You get what you need, ah yes..." - The Rolling Stones, "You Can't Always Get What You Want" Current Mood: swollen Current Music: all kinds (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, September 25th, 2006
12:20 am	"Where were you when I fell from grace, a frozen heart, an empty space-" Sometimes I think Tim knows me better than I know myself. He is definitely the most tolerant and caring person I know, especially where it conerns me, and he understands me all too well. Seeing and talking with him this weekend was such a relief, in many ways. Now, alone here in my room, I miss him . . . and I don't want to sleep. Current Mood: lonely Current Music: "Suffer Well" - Depeche Mode, Playing the Angel (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Saturday, September 16th, 2006
3:13 pm	"-if God has a masterplan, that only He understands, I hope it's your eyes He's seeing through-" Here's The Genitorturers interview . . . Though this online version doesn't really do it justice. It turned out pretty snazzy looking and had many hi-resolution pictures and a good layout. And it was huge - I had the cover of the ALL section, the two-page centerfold and then a huge headline above the Daily Kent Stater logo on the front page of the newspaper that said "Whips and Chains" . . . It was great, even if it was only the Stater. And Phil even said that his teacher talked about it in class, how distasteful the content was. Woo! And here's the Sadomasochism sidebar they told me to include that ran in the centerfold. Current Mood: semi-proud Current Music: "Precious" - Depeche Mode, Playing the Angel (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, September 12th, 2006
7:36 pm	"The filter is on, the filter is in, it sits in front and thins the fire breathed in-" So, I know the entry is long overdue, not in consideration of the summer but me being back at school. The summer was too filled with that mixture of spousal leisure and multiple jobs; writing didn't seem that important, though someday I'll probably wish I'd been more dedicated it. So, now I'm back into the void. Living with four boys: Our duplex is modest but perfect for us, and the boys and I are having so much fun (Sponze semi-excluded). There is a constant flow of overly sexual innuendo and openness, aka: I've been teabagged at least a dozen times already, flashed, molested, humped, etc. There are plenty of Indian-jokes on Paul's behalf, followed with suggestive touching, nakedness and a totally crude and constantly updated dry-erase board. Basically, I'm having an absolute blast, though it's not really as deceitful as it sounds. Phil has Cait, Sponze has Jess, Paul has his singing 'badumbadum,' Mike's banging a blond next door and I have Tim. Honestly, though, I have to admit there is so much testosterone and pheromone floating around here, I'm about to lose my mind. I haven't been this sexually frustrated in a really long time, but I'm hanging in there; two more weeks and I'll make a trip home to see Tim. Being with my best friends in Kent constantly helps me not be so lonely, but I do miss him intensely at times. But yeah, such an improvement over last year, despite the boys' pretentious and picky moments (I have those, too). We had a welcoming party last weekend that went wonderfully and crazily. We've skipped class to go porn shopping (check out Pirates, the highest-budgeted porn ever made, with CGI skeletons and everything), we've cooked for eachother, we've settled bills, we've bought things for our house, watched a horrendously disgusting horse-porn . . . We're like the Brady Bunch of Debauchery, horny, foul-mouthed, easy-going, fun-loving, geeky . . . It's such a great time. Self-improvement I got my hair cut the other day, or totally redone. Inches upon inches fell to the floor; it's a little past the shoulders now. The lady thinned it, as well, and showed me how to use a hair-iron, how to style it. I feel very girly now. I even went out and bought an actual hair-dryer, if you can imagine that, and a paddle brush. But I'm not selling out, goddammit. I bleached my bangs out and dyed the rest black to compensate. I've also been eating fairly healthy, switching from crunches to pilates every day and have been getting all my work in on time (of which there is plenty - I have basically three writing-intensive courses this time around). The GENITORTURERS interview Yes, I interviewed Gen for an hour and a half, and it's going to be this week's double-truck/centerfold/cover-story in the ALL section. They even had me write a 200-word sidebar about sadomasochism. I still can't believe it - maybe I don't give the Stater enough "adventurous credit." Hopefully it will turn out very impressive, for Gen and for me, and I might be able to use it to submit someday (no pun intended). And Gen was such an angel. I can't wait to give her the article at this Sunday's show. And Phil and Mike have agreed to go with me. Should be pretty interesting being with two Gen-performance-virgins. Either way, outraged-feedback, here I come - woo! Currently . . . I was supposed to go to a Massive Attack show in Detroit tonight, but they had to cancel it due to some visa problems, which makes me sad. Other than that, the fear of not getting my internship done next semester and being pretty behind on my credit card, things are very good, very solid. They're sending me to review the new Michel Gondry film, The Science of Sleep tomorrow night. The Monster-Mania Con story turned out very well, far better than the Crank review anyway. My room is pretty large, switched with Paul's a few weeks ago (which included a literal "Trail of Tears" from his old room to his new one). The collectibles are starting to build up and Depeche Mode Playing the Angel is still constantly in the player. So, I'm going to go, but I'll elaborate a little more about the summer soon, promise. "Nip/Tuck" will be on soon . . . Current Mood: content Current Music: "Real Time" - Full Blown Kirk, Zero Day (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Saturday, September 9th, 2006
8:15 pm	-this is the land of confusion- ( My Interests Collage! ) Create your own! Originally Written By ga_woo, Hosted and ReWritten by darkman424 Going to update soon . . . be warned. Current Mood: complacent Current Music: "Land of Confusion" - Genesis (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, July 23rd, 2006
10:14 pm	I wish I could quit yewww . . . ha hehehehheheh hooooo FUCKING HEATH LEDGER IS GOING TO BE THE JOKER IN THE NEXT BATMAN MOVIE. CHRIST ALLMIGHTY. (5 Comments |Comment on this)