We are proceeding to watch Almost Famous.

So my good thing of the day will be Almost Famous.

If you have never seen this movie, then you're life is slightly less wonderful than it should be.

Suffice it to say you will have to spend the next day either running around doing wonderfully stupid shit, or spend the next day curled up next to a turntable.

One or the other.

That is the fucking buzz.

But seriously. From the first moment that Sparks by The Who comes on and kate hudson walks her sweet self onscreen, you just want to rock out. And then have a really great party with only the people you like.

Which brings me to...

When are we free?
What is everyone doing...next week?

I have decided that once a post, every post, I will include a picture/idea of something good, or something I like, that you should like too.


Everybody's doing it.
Come on.
It's the cool thing



Today's thing is...

French Fries.
I don't have a picture right now, but I think it is self explanatory. What is more wonderful than fries. I love them. They love me.
it is a beautiful and harmonious relationship between the two of us.
or maybe it would be more grammatically correct to say between me and the fries. There are certainly more than two parties involved.

Li just gave me fake nails, and i think it might be bad news bears.

It has added an extention to my already clumsy hands, and added also to my need to wear skanky clothes in order to compliment my new red nails.

Looks like i'll have to be a clumsy hooker.

I have to get back into school mode.
I must.
I still have to email Kaz and find a DI and learn the score and do my summer reading and ...

I still haven't had a vacation. For those of you who know my father's tendency to never do dick until the last minute, it has kicked in again, so instead of going to Michigan, we have to stay here and help him get the house fixed up for when our cousins come to stay with us in August. Camping on the dunes to washing walls. But hey, that's great, because in between washing walls i can go to the library to get harrassed by grumpy old people that have nothing better to do than bothering you about late fees and forcing you to become a hacker in order to simply check your email.


I am going to have a heart attack when i am twelve if i don't calm down.

But really, if i could just relax and do this.. for just a day or two.

whoa...

camp was sweet.
i hit my head but also learned mace fo' real.

but all the aches that go with 14 hr a day rehearsals are BAD NEWS BEARS.

I have another driving story for you all.

Today i got stuck behind a bicyclist. For two miles i got stuck behind a bicyclist.

A biker who, although he used the road, and is considered a legal vehicle, did not feel the need to pay attention to any rules of the road, such as stopping at stop signs. So i just complained loudly out the window for two miles. and then had a aneurism.

Now for a funny story.

A friend of mine got drunk and tried to hug a cat.

Isn't that a wonderful story?

i am an angry driver. When i drive i swear and yell and call people names. i yell at pedestrians and children and business folk.

I give them the finger.

Damn, i read my old xanga, and discovered that i wrote so well in it. I was honest and open and it was pretty. So i have made a vow to be more honest in my blogging, but no guarentees about the eloquence. Here is what is on my mind.

This year i have found out a lot about people i thought i knew. I set myself up for failure from the start by assuming that i could know anyone, but there it was, and i did. My family turns out to be quite different than what i thought it was. A man i looked up to turned out to be only a man and nothing more. And some kids i thought i knew turned out to be very disappointing.

"I don't know what i can save you from."

I finally realized that you can only save the ones who want to be saved. Some people like to be sad or angry or confused. They would never admit it right out, but deep down, they feel within the realm of safety to have that pain in them. Its safer than numbness, and it fuels that self-preserving anger that we all pretend we don't understand. They figure they'll be kicked down, might as well stay there.
But i keep backing myself into corners by loving these people. i can't save them, and what is more, it's not my job to.

When i was a wee freshman i met and maybe loved this guy. And maybe he loved me back. But he was self depricating and bitter and sad all the time, and he didn't really want to be saved because it gave him a connection to the normal people, and a pity lay from the higher ups. it tore us up and it made me so mad and still does.

We always think that we should learn our lesson, and then we turn around and do it again. Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me.
Shame on me for thinking that this new person was different. Shame on me for thinking that he would help himself enough to let someone else help him.
No one will ever hear his side of the story.
And that is the biggest tragedy.
Because he has such a story to tell.

I think i am going to have a DAMN THE MAN party.
It will double as my birthday party, and we will blow bubbles and finger paint and light things on fire.

Indeed.