Fifteen Minute Revolution

I am ridiculously tired. I didn't get home from work until 2:30 AM, and didn't get into bed until 3. I ended up taking my bed frame apart last night and putting my mattress on the floor because I could not fucking take the squeaking. Every time I so much as breathed it sounded like someone squeezing a fucking mouse.

I went in to work this morning, and it was a pretty good day, although I was working with my boss, which means I didn't get to sit down at all. For 5 hours.

Now I'm at my other job, listening to my music and reading porn. I mean, seriously. No one is going to buy ice cream when it's fucking freezing out.

I think living on the peninsula, where I have to drive 2 hours to go anywhere, and not having a car, is making me feel a bit claustrophobic, which could be why I've been feeling more stressed out than usual. Having to do everything on someone else's schedule is a pain in the ass, and makes me feel like a little kid again.

It could also be because I miss all of you, and being able to see you pretty much whenever I wanted, like I would miss a limb. You all seriously need to come and visit me, or I might actually go insane. I mean, hopefully I'll meet people at work to hang out with. It's hard, though, because there really isn't anything to do up here at night besides sit around and get drunk in the woods like high schoolers, which is not really something I'm interested in doing with my free time.

I feel like I have a whole lot of shit building up in my head, and I need to find some way to vent it before I snap and burn bridges I really don't want to burn. Usually I would just go to a show and get it out in the pit, but that's not really an option up here.

Maybe some of it comes from not knowing what the hell I'm doing or where I'm going after this. It's sort of all up in the air - back to Madison, to Chicago, to Portland - as to where I'll end up. I want to go to Germany for a while, but I would need to be working or doing something there, and I don't know how to set that up.

I don't know how much I'll be around online, between working and "socializing", but you can always get in contact with me via email if you need me. And I'll try to be on AIM more often, so I can actually, you know, talk to people.

Just to let everyone know, I'm going to be sort of ridiculously busy for the next few weeks, between school, concerts, and figuring out what the fuck I'm doing with my summer. If you really need to get a hold of me, email is probably the best bet.

Cheers!

PS - If you haven't seen the Torchwood finale or the NEW DOCTOR WHO (!!!) yet, you should. Just FYI. :D

MOVIES I WANT TO WATCH FOR THE CULT-EXCEPT-WHEN-THEY'RE-NOT PERSONAL FILM FESTIVAL:

The Rocky Horror Picture Show
Cabaret
Newsies
Dr. Strangelove, Or: How I Learned To Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb (sober, this time!)
Boondock Saints
Disney's Hercules
Into The Wild


THINGS I NEED TO DO:

1. Make DIY s//c shirts
2. Go on photography adventures in Madison and maybe Chicago
3. Clean garage
4. Call person who wants to give me money in exchange for easy labor
5. Sell some shit that needs selling


THINGS I WANT TO BUY:

1. Yamaha portable keyboard
2. M-Audio Producer USB Microphone w/ session recording software
3. Cheap-ass bass kit from Target
4. Leathermouth t-shirt from Skeleton Crew
5. Circus hoodie from Skeleton Crew
6. The Used "Shallow Believer" EP
7. A new cellphone, possibly with a camera
8. Food with actual nutritional content

(I don't know what it says about me that the music stuff is at the top of my list of things to buy, whereas things that I actually need to live (like food), are at the bottom.)

Thoughts on High School Musical 2, as I watch it:

How obvious can they make it that these songs aren't performed live? I have never heard a musical so produced before. The weird techno-robot effect on the vocals really takes away from the classical "musical" feel. I can see how they're trying to make it "hip", but it's really not working.

Approx. 2 commercial breaks later:

Well. I give up. My soul and my finely tuned ear are being brutally destroyed. How the hell did this franchise get so popular? Oh. Right. Seven year old girls.

I should not be allowed on the internet when drunk.

and I still don't have a fucking drunk icon. or a drunk fucking icon. BOO.

...So remember that Boy From My Photo Class?

Yeah. It was his birthday today. Wanna know how old he is?




Just guess. I can guarantee you won't be right.

MY MOTHER IS WATCHING AMERICAN IDOL IN MY OFFICE/TV ROOM AND IT IS DESTROYING MY SOUL. THESE PEOPLE WOULD NOT KNOW A TALENTED SINGER/MUSICIAN/SONG IF IT BIT THEM ON THE ASS. THE JUDGES ARE NOT ACTUALLY CAPABLE OF GIVING ANY SORT OF USEFUL FEEDBACK. "IT WAS PITCHY IN PARTS"? THAT IS NOT FEEDBACK. "YOUR BEST PERFORMANCE YET"? THE ONLY USEFUL THING I'VE EVER HEARD COME OUT OF A JUDGE'S MOUTH IS "YOU SUCK. THAT WAS TERRIBLE. GO HOME."

AND THAT LITTLE TEE-HEE-DOWN-HOME-COUNTRY-BUMPKIN-ALL-AMERICAN BLONDE GIRL SANG "GOD BLESS THE USA". I WANTED TO KILL MYSELF. IT WAS LIKE BEING RAPED IN THE EARS WITH THE FLAG.

AND IF I HAVE TO HEAR THE FAT BLACK MAN SAY "YO YO" OR "DAWG" OR "CHECK IT OUT" I WILL ACTUALLY HAVE TO FUCK SOMEONE'S SHIT UP.

PAULA. HOW MANY DRUGS ARE YOU ON? ALSO, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WEARING?

CREEPY SMILING ANNOUNCER GUY, YOU'RE A DOUCHE.

SIMON, YOU SEEM TO BE THE ONLY COMPETENT PERSON ON THIS SHOW. CONGRATULATIONS. IT FIGURES THAT THE NON-AMERICAN WOULD REDEEM "AMERICAN IDOL".

The scruffy rock boy - David Cook? - can stay, though. I though his cover of "Billy Jean" was interesting, and something that I would willingly listen to.

Best thing to come out of my drunken commenting/posting last night:


pandorathene: You and Tomrad are clearly SOULTWINS. Awesome :)
berserkide: ACTUALLY I AM THOMAS CONRAD. SURPRISE!
pandorathene: *HIDES THE FIC FROM YOU*
berserkide: IN UR JOURNALS, READING UR PORN. alas! my sockpuppet has been exposed!
pandorathene: Or should it be...in ur journals WRITING UR PORN???
berserkide: OH NOES! YOU HAVE DISCOVERED MY DEEP DESIRE TO DO SEAN VAN VLEET UP THE BUM! THE ONLY WAY I CAN LIVE MY FANTASY IS TO WRITE PORNOFICTION ABOUT MYSELF VIA SOCKPUPPET ACCOUNTS!
pandorathene: Aww, Tomrad, I promise not to tell! Keep on writing! ... I say this out of the purest, deepest altruism, of course.
berserkide: Ahahaha i love fangirls. and boys. they understand my desire to have lots of sex with my male bandmates. and also lots of booze.
pandorathene: Fangirls are the best. Also, if you happen to have a CD out, they can buy it and keep you in shoes! Shoes that are not flipflops!
berserkide: FLIP FLOPS ARE TOTES REASONABLE SHOES TO WEAR IN THE SNOW.
pandorathene: PERHAPS IF YOU FEEL NO NEED FOR TOES. Sean wants you to have toes, I bet.
berserkide: sometimes, when we're really drunk, sean likes to suck on my toes.
pandorathene: AHAHAHA. Judging by the wine bottles, that's not too infrequent, is it?
berserkide: vanvleety is a toesucker, what can i say.

It's the last line in particular that makes the whole thing. vanvleety is a toesucker. Sometimes I amaze myself with my own drunken genius.

In other news, I am wearing a vest. It's SMOKIN HOT. I would take a picture and post it with the webcam my brother gave me, but ALAS it only works on PCs. NATURALLY. D:

JEPHHHHHAAAAAAAA. please stop being so perfect. He studies Japanese, you guys!

Anyway, He (I assume it was him, anyway) asked on their Twitter account "What is the meaning of the particle "ni" in Japanese?", so I, being the obnoxious Japanese geek/teacher that I am, left I ridiculously long comment on their myspace explaining the usage of the particle "ni" in Japanese. Which is pretty hard to do when you're drunk. So I probably left something out.

BUT SERIOUSLY. ilhim SO MUCH. It's ridiculous. And that's not just the devil juice talking.

Further proof that I have NO WILLPOWER.

March 29 - Madison Fest (?)

April 5 - Converge @ Reggie's (?)

April 6 - The Used in Champaign

April 11 - Empires @ Beat Kitchen

April 17 - My Chemical Romance @ The Congress

April 18 - My Chemical Romance @ The Congress

May 3 - My Chemical Romance @ The Pageant

I am pretty much going to be in Chicago for the entirety of April. LE SIGH.

SKELETON CREW'S NEW STORE IS UP! THEY HAVE A LEATHERMOUTH SHIRT! I WANT IT SO BAD!

Fuck being poor. Fuck being poor to hell.

Also did I read somewhere that Leathermouth was putting their album out on vinyl, or was that just a beautiful, beautiful dream?

I am really tired today, and I don't know why.

Here is what I have done so far in Portland:

- Slept (a couple times)
- Woke Up (a couple of times)
- Showered (twice)

WEDNESDAY

- Went to breakfast at Helser's on Alberta
- Went shopping on Alberta, purchased a nifty black top.
- Returned home.
- Played with ADORABLE TINY BABY!
- Visited Chip at Reed
- Ate dinner (not really) at Chip's friend's house
- Went to movie
- Played ZOMBIES!!!

THURSDAY
- Went to breakfast at The Tin Shed
- Went to the Adidas Employee store and purchased awesome shoes
- Went to Wood Art Workshop, was so impressed by the artist that I had to buy a candle holder.
- Returned home.
- Spent the rest of the afternoon in a state of general sloth.

FRIDAY

- Did not actually eat breakfast
- Went and wandered around the river, taking pictures
- Went to Powell's, purchased two books, an iced vanilla latte, and a lemon poppy seed scone
- Saw a poster that said "Too Much Coffee Man!" and thought of Gerard Way.
- Returned home. Baby Sam had EPIC POOP. Seriously. It was all the way up his back.
- Went to The Kennedy School, stuck feet in hot soaking pool while Baby Sam slept in his carrier on my chest.
- Transferred Sam to sling
- Went to dinner at The Kennedy School. It was delicious. Sam slept in his sling.
- Drove to grocery store to purchase emergency desert. Sam cried because he was hungry, so I let him suck on my finger. He was not fooled.
- Returned home (again). Now watching basketball. Don't ask me who's winning, because I am not actually paying attention.
- At some point we have acquired an extra dog. She is very slobbery but quite cute.
- Contemplating going to bed early.
- Baby Sam just farted extremely loudly. Has been nicknamed Chris Craft Sam. This made me laugh for an unreasonably long time.

This entry was overwhelmingly non-fannish. ( So have a picture of Frank grinning at a naked (except for a pineapple) Jepha, while his band tries to give the appearance of being mature, no really, pay no attention to the twelve year olds in the middle. )

PS - This icon is really cute.

I am currently seeking:

1. The Hard Core Logo soundtrack.
2. Any recordings of Gershwin's "Summertime" (from Porgy and Bess) you may have, particularly those by Ella Fitzgerald.
3. CONVERGE. Any and all albums. I can't find my CDs, and all the songs appear to have disappeared off my itunes. D:
4. "old school" riot punk - Rancid, Pennywise, etc.
5. Anything else you think I might like. I need new music!

Saw Chip (daethoniel) last night, and met some of his friends. They're pretty awesome, natch. Went and saw Persepolis (which is very good) and then returned to Reed and played ZOMBIES!!! The Boardgame. Rosa, Allie and I were Team Drunken Incompetence. It was fun, right up until I had to go home at midnight, so my carriage didn't turn into a pumpkin. Or whatever.

Also, I'm now the proud owner of tickets to see The Used in Champaign on April 6th. SO FINANCIALLY IRRESPONSIBLE! But. Jepha! How could I resist?

I think I need a borderline-drunk icon. A tipsy icon. So you guys know when I'm drunk!posting. Even though I'm not really drunk, cause I'm not a lightweight. Really. I'm so Irish I bleed Guinness. Or maybe Whiskey.

Conclusion of the night: Cat and I do not understand this whole "go see RRRGLT. Come away from it thinking Metro Station > We The Kings". DO NOT UNDERSTAND. METRO STATION - I AM NOT A FAN. I CAN HONESTLY NOT LISTEN TO THEIR MUSIC WITHOUT LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY. TRACE CYRUS IS A TALL SKINNY LESBIAN AND HIS PIERCINGS ARE UGLY AND HE HAS TOO MANY TATTOOS FOR SOMEONE HIS AGE. PS - THEIR LYRICS ARE TERRIBLE, AND NOT IN AN IRONIC WAY. JUST IN A TERRIBLE WAY. Wanna fight about it? C'mon, I can take you! *raises fists, weaves about drunkenly*

I'm not meaning to be a wanky bitch today, guys, I just honestly don't get it. Maybe I'm too old? But then, older people than me are all METRO STATION YAY! I'm so confused. Explain this too me, flist. EXPLAIN.

Disclaimer: This opinion is in no way based on the fact that Trace Cyrus is a squisher and molester of innocent concert going twenty-somethings. At all.

Pee Pee Ess - I love you guys, really. Even if you like Metro Station. And don't like Leathermouth. I understand. Not everyone can be as cool as me.

Post Post Post Script - You guys get that I'm mostly joking, right? I mean, these are my opinions, but not in a "OMG METRO STATION SUX AND EVERY1 WHO LIKES THEM SUX 2" sort of way. I worry that my sarcasm and sense of humor does not translate well to text. If we were face to face, imagine that I am saying all of this with a grin and a laughing tone, and am possibly winking. (Except for the Leathermouth thing. I am really irrationally defensive of hardcore.)

PPPPS - I am maybe a little drunk. You can't prove anything. I'm pretty impressed that I managed to spell all my words correctly.

...I'm just going to be irrational and bitchy for a moment. If you want reasonable, thoughtful discussion of the subject, go read civilbloodshed's post on the subject. But I just need to be a semi-elistist hardcore kid and get this out:

IF WATCHING THE LEATHERMOUTH VIDEO MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE OR EMBARRASSES YOU, DON'T FUCKING WATCH IT. QUIT FUCKING BITCHING. I'M SORRY THAT HARDCORE ISN'T YOUR THING. I'M SORRY THAT FRANK IERO ISN'T A PERFECT, CUDDLY, FAULTLESS HUMAN BEING ALL THE TIME. BUT THIS ISN'T FOR YOU. IT'S FOR HIM. IT'S FOR US.

NOW TAKE YOUR WHINING AND GTFO.

(Disclaimer: I totally understand if Leathermouth/hardcore isn't your thing, and that's OK. There's nothing wrong with that, and it doesn't affect my opinion of you at all. I'm just sick and tired of people complaining about it. Because hardcore, and Leathermouth, is something I really love, and am therefore irrationally protective over. You know how it is.)

Everyone has things they blog about. Everyone has things they don't blog about. Challenge me out of my comfort zone by telling me something I don't blog about, but you'd like to hear about, and I'll write a post about it. Ask for anything: latest movie watched, last book read, political leanings, thoughts on yaoi, favorite type of underwear, graphic techniques, etc.

This is my backup journal in case LJ goes to shit. If I post fic over on LJ, I'll post it here too. Or anything particularly interesting.

Unless someone knows an easy way to simultaneously post to LJ and IJ at the same time?

Everything here is going to be public.