"Saturday Night" 2004-01-04 - 4:26 a.m.

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first, I want to comment on something odd:

everyday I wake up, and during the day I like to listen to punky/indie type stuff like Dinosaur Jr; Built to Spill; Ima Robot; Interpol; etc.

but then after nightfall and as it gets around midnight and beyond, my tastes change to darker, more musically-complex stuff like Tool; NIN; A Perfect Circle; and stuff of that nature

[if only Tapeworm were out, stoopid lazy Trent Reznor...]

I have no idea what it means, if it means anything at all

I've just noticed it and I think it's odd

so on to my day:

today fucking rocked

Stephanie took part in a little drag-show-thing at some gay club tonight

which she owned

[she doesn't own the club, but she owned the show]

she did fucking awesome

the only person who did a better job than her was this adult drag queen who's been doing it for years

one of the songs she performed to was 'Bad to the Bone' by George Thoughrogood and The Destroyers

[oh man did I butcher his name...]

and she borrowed my leather jacket for part of her costume

and she looked better in it than I did

of course, she could take a pair of my pants and wear them on her head like an idiot and she'd still look better in them than I would

but self-deprication aside, I had a lot of fun watching Stephanie in drag

after the show we went to IHOP, where I got the Vive La French Toast

[they spelled it like that, and they're wrong]

and the only reason I mention that is to say that if we went to the IHOP we usually go to where the waitresses kind of know us and are amused by our antics;

when I ordered that I would've stood up, raised an arm in the air and yelled "Vive La French Toast!"

but as it was, I just said it kind of loudly

the waitress didn't look all that amused either

...the bitch

but the real fun that took place at IHOP was Evan [and sort of the rest of us] inventing Meat Quake, the most feared porn star in the world

and the rest of the night was spent slowly inventing The Legend of Meat Quake

repeating some of the things we thought up would only lessen their meaning, so I'll save it

but for those of us who were there, Meat Quake will live forever in our hearts

...and various other orifices

we went back to the club for a few hours after that, but nothing really spectacular happened

but tonight was one of those nights that make me realize how much I love my friends

and makes me wish that we could get together and do stuff like this all the time

but Stephanie is planning on participating in shows once a month

to which I can only say: "just once?"

seriously, if we have this much fun every time, I may just decide to stick around Tucson

*pfft*

like I have any other plans anyway...

in other news,

monday I'm going to call the school and see just what the fuck their problem is

I'm not completely calm about it; and I may still end up exploding on someone,

but I just want my fucking diploma

by all rights I should have it already

yeah, I took forever to actually finish school;

half of that is the Crohn's fault and half of it is mine

but I got it done, and I just want the fucking certificate so I can move on

and there's another problem lurking just below the surface

it's one of those recurring ones I'm sure I've bitched about it in here before

it's really tearing me up inside, and I don't know what to do about it

and because of that I don't really want to drag it out into the open just yet

but it's getting there

so beware: in the near future my entries are slowly going to be consumed by this problem that I'll dance around and half-reveal until it drives me insane

la la la

whatever

Sweet Dreams