-Pez.Core-

Hahahahahahahahaha ha HA!

That is all.

I've given up on this one.
You know how it goes.

Riot__of__Words

I'm going to avoid getting aggravated, and simply take this as divine intervention.

And for the politically correct, Shut up.

*If I listened to my own wise words half the time, I wouldn't be so sad half the time.
And if I ignored him half the time-
and closed my eyes and held my ears and went to bed half the time, I think I'd be all right.
It's a catalyst of awkward situations.
Keep your mouth shut and you can't cause no harm.
Is it all so true? Or is it just ridiculous?
what seems real fails to be pointed out.*

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/10349028/

Kind of random and pointless. But, that's what livejournal is here for.

Tonight, Dinkus 9. Sarah wound up going with me, which was awesome. I haven't hung out with her in the longest fuckin' time. Got to hear songs, that I haven't heard in over 2 years. Plus showplace makes me really nostalgic. It's so weird to think I started going there for local shows close to 8 years ago. I still miss the disgusting couch.
I feel so old.
Made new friends, after they called me a bitch at dennys. That in itself was an odd event.

Flowbee, that mix was awesome. Thank you soo much!!

Also, Meagan, I miss you. Let me know when you're semester's over.

Quickest MAC center visit ever. Also, the nicest staff ever...
It's kind of like being in the Twilight zone.

So when you have internal problems, (for example gallbladder pains), they take their time.
When you cut 2 of your fingers (one almost to the bone) they rush like nobodys business.

Stiches- $50
Being able to smugly shove your stiched hand in front of your photo teacher (who hates you), and telling her how blood and sweat literally went into your project- Priceless.

Thanks again for driving me Holly.
No thanks for: "Well, don't think about it like that. Think of it like a skin suit for the bone... that's missing a zipper!"

<3

The Lakawanna snow tiger... What in the hell were we thinking?
Its funny to actually see that video, and how much I've changed in four years... How much the three of us did.

19, man do I feel old.

My family and friends are amazing. They make me so insanely happy.
Today was such a damn good day. No drama, awesome people, and all the coffee I could fuckin' stomach..
Thank you guys, seriously. I absolutly adore all of you.
<3
*And when I think of how things are right now, it's the same old song from years ago.*

A lot of shit has gone horribly down hill, [then collided straight into a brick wall.]

On the other hand, there's Henry Rollins.
What can I say? The man can make everything better, and makes me want to scream and fuck shit up.
Pez <3's Holly & Jessie 4E.

Time to go curl up on the heater and listen to the Bouncing souls before class. Because this is how I kill breaks. Ninja style.

It has come to my attention that Myspace is having a two year anniversary party/concert in LA.
This leads me to question a few things, like:

'How many people will actually show up, seeing as how they can't doctor themselves up like they do in their profile photos?'
'How many people will finally hook up with that random stranger they've been hitting on [via the computer] all this time?'
'How many suicides will there be when people find out how fake said 'love of their life' really is? [Or better yet, when they find out that 'hot 18yr old blonde who's into amazing music', really turns out to be a 45 year old man.]
and 'Is it really wise to put every fake asshole [I'm assuming mainly from the West coast]whose musical taste blows, [and all they basically have in common is their love for myspace] in one area?'
Like shooting fish in a barrel...

Also it leads the mind to wonder: "Vans, what the fuck were you thinking to sponsor such an atrosity?"
Maybe this is how armageddon begins...

Fuck you Tom. You sir, are no friend of mine.

Last night I had a dream that I went to Ska is Dead, and I sang Astro Zombie's with Dr. Frank... *HaHA!*
Oddly enough, I think thats the sane(est?) thing my brain has come up with lately.
Oh! Also, Dr. Frank was wearing aviators, and I think the band covering Astro Zombies was the Assorted Jelly Beans. Man, do I love Dr. Frank.

I wanna go to Rollins next week, but I have no money. Sucks.
Also, it just hit me that I'm going to be 19 in 3 weeks. Hooray for... Being able to gamble money away in Canada. Oh, wait, I don't have money. I guess the Dinkus 9 reunion show on the 26th will be my Birthday gift to myself.

Pam's birthday is this weekend. She's gonna be old, and I got her the best birthday gift ever!
(She'll have her very own tarp-tent on the front lawn, along with all of her belongings.) Yeah, that's right Pam, you're out.

I don't know why, but I've been thinking about the best/worst show expierences up to this point. Thinking about these shows makes me so happy (if anyone cares.) And if you don't care? Well, I'm not here to entertain you anyways, so fuck off.
( killing time... )

Strung out is amazing.
That is all.

I fell asleep at 6:30pm.
I was supposed to hang out with Chris at 8pm.
I finally woke up at 1am.
It is now 4:40am, and I'm working on projects that are due at 1:40pm today.
Oh, and I have to be to Villa at 11am for Human Biology.

It's times like these that I doubt my comitment to sparkle motion.

Oh, also, I think there's an odd rumor going around amongst my teachers. Bob and Laura are constantly asking me if I'm okay, and if things are going well. But they word it in an odd way, and the tone they use is soft- like they're trying to not insult me..
I think they are under the misconception that I'm a depressed ('tortured') artist, or something equally moronic.

Mike on the other hand understands that I'm not a morning person... And that Zombies are just misunderstood, and Robots will eventually take over the world.

And now, back to hues. Because lets face it, they own my soul.

Chris was trying to explain this online war game to me tonight...
I fuckin' loved the analogy:

"It's like Myspace... You keep going back to it, changing your pictures and information... Basically you're building a character. There's no point to it, yet you keep playing the game; it just goes on forever, and you never win anything."

Dear everyone in livejournal world,
Stop jumping to conclusions, and making idle threats towards one another. It's repetitive. Honestly, even if I didn't condone decisions, or did, it wouldn't effect anything. So fuck it,
I don't care who does what. People are gonna do what they want no matter what. Life continues.

On another note, I love The Mr. T Expierence.
Everyone should start listening to them. Maybe everyone would cheer up a bit.

It has been brought to my attention that Depeche Mode has a Myspace account. This has gone too far.

You're coming off kinda contrived and pretentious.

I hate my internal organs.
Yes, all of them.

New Doctor, and more tests by Monday...
I'm seriously waiting for the results so they can look at me and say, "Umm, they took out the wrong thing..."
or
"Hey! That's odd. Your Gallbladder grew back, and it's slowly strangling all of your other organs! Look at this x-ray, it even has the face of a mad scientist now!"

I wanna be a robot.

I now realize why I don't visit Jessie while shes working overnights. I figured it'd be nice to keep her company, and get some art crap done...
Holy mother fuckin' Bar-trash.
I wanted to strangle every single one of them. The way they were talking to her, and just being overall loud and obnoxious.

(Oh, FYI kids, apparently my new names are:
"Hey Blondie", "Hey Chuck Taylors", "Hey Chucks", "Hey girl wearing the black hoodie", and "Hey gorgeous.")
I also had a drunk hippie insist on sitting with me. He forgot my name every 5 minutes, and told me how deep my art was. Ugh, it makes me sad that these people exist.

Other than that sorry expierence, this weekend has been pretty fun. Went out for Holly's birthday on Thursday. Evan made us dinner, went downtown, then hit up dennys for a bit.
Went Dumpster diving with Nick, Josie, and Evan last night. Boarders was the only place that had decent stuff. At least I have magazines to cut up for Design now. Score!
Watched too much of Americas next top model today... Then went out with Holly, Josie, and Evan. Shot some pictures at the basillica/drove aimlessly, and ended with all of us loosing money at the penny slots.

I can't wait until this semester is fuckin' over.

Oh yeah, I think saw a prostitute get dropped off in the middle of Pleasant Ave around 3 this morning. But that's a story for a different day... Mostly I just got a kick out of the irony.

( If I hear the 'this is college now' speech one more time... )

*Holly's birthday is in a few days.
*Saw Alkaline Trio for free in Cleveland. (Thanks again Shinka)
*Puddle jumping during an awesome thunderstorm, while listening to Billy Holiday @ 3am= so much fun.
*Failed attempts at Dumpster diving.
*Finally got ahold of the new Dane Cook cd.
*I can't wait to carve pumpkins, and jump on crunchy leaves.
*Saw the Exorcism of Emily Rose... Not bad, however not great either.

*Against Me! is on Sunday!!!
*There's a fuckin' PIRATE DAY @ the Penn Dixie site in October!
*The Irving Klaws/a burlesque show on Thursday at Mohawk Place... This should be interesting.

( My current predicament... )

Holy hell, Rochester.
Josie kidnapped me, and we're breaking into the RIT studio tomorrow so I can shoot a project. A real friggen' studio! (If you've ever seen the sorry excuse of a photography department Villa has, then you'd understand.)

We're also going to dupster dive at RIT by Arthouse. I haven't done something like that in close to two years, because no one ever wants to go with me. FINALLY!
I'm thinking of hitting up a few places when I get home, because I'm in some serious need of magazines for design 2. Also in the fun little world that is my brain, I believe that I can find a textbook I need for class in a dumpster somewhere. Man its fun when you live ouside of reality every once and awhile.

Josie lives in a house full of hippies. Xylophones, bongos, and acoustic instruments can be heard everywhere, as well as booming voices carrying on odd conversations.
I feel as if my life is perpetually stuck in a bad b-movie.

Ska is Dead. Got to hang out with a lot of people that I've never really talked to before.
The Toasters (aka Bucket and friends) I'm sad to say we're a let down. Without the keyboard, it just doesn't sound the same. Mustard Plug, and the Planet Smashers were good (as usual.) Also Nicks band sounds a lot better than the last time I saw them. (Thanks again for getting me in.)
Also, thanks again for driving me Kyle.

*Lot's of trouble, lot's of bubbles... Rock, rock, rock lobster!*

This made my fuckin' day.

Hooray for arachnophobic morons, and sarcastic cops!

I think that Flowbee is the only one who will share my insane level excitement over this:
January 20th 2006- Keasbey Nights is going to be released! (Streetlight Manifesto re-did the entire album.)
I don't even think putting it down in words will do justice for how fuckin' pumped I am.

I'm digging Bandits of the Acoustic revloution too. (Thanks for telling me about them Tucker.)
I'm so in love with Thomas Kanolky, it's ridiculus.

School news:
My design 2 teacher threw a light switch rave... And danced. Amazing.
Also, he was giving us the typical lecture on color for close to an hour:
Girl in my class: "Isn't red the color with the shortest wavelength?"
Bob (teacher): "Umm... I'm not a color scientist... So, I don't know."

Thank you Villa Maria.

I'm convinced he's a robot as well, but thats a whole other story in itself.