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I’ve kind of been getting into semi-crappy rock music lately. I won’t name names, I’ll just say that the bands in my current iTunes playlist are way worse than Tool, but not nearly as bad as Nickelback.
In other news, I don’t know what to do with myself this weekend. I shall have the house to myself from approximately 3:00 PM on Saturday- 10:00 AM on Sunday. I do have dinner plans with one of my besties on Saturday night, but other than that- nothing. Having a party is out of the question, seeing as I am uber-paranoid about our cats getting outside and running away/getting hit by the constant street-traffic. Hm.
Possibilities:
#1- Get drunk off my ass, by myself, while watching various YouTube vids.
#2- Somehow formulate some type of socializing event to attend.
#3- Shave my vajayjay and call it a night.
Or possibly all of the above?
Decisions, decisions.
Gah. I want to go on vacation soooooo bad. Vancouver, BC would be amazing. There are two reasons why Spokane sucks for a 20-year old: a.) Inability to legally drink, and b.) Shitty music scene. Vancouver is just plain awesome, they have this whole entertainment district that has many, many live venues and concert halls where surprisingly decent bands perform for like $10. Plus, the drinking age in BC is 19 so…..drinky drinky!
Well, I’m off to the store to get some bell peppers and joy. Toodles!
Sippin’ on gin and juice!
Literally, I am.
I’m getting crizunk tonight, bitches!
11:00 PM on my last non-school-night.
I’m marking the occasion by being bored and updating my iPod. I thought I’d share the experience with you, my two loyal readers, so that you could be bored with me.
Let’s start off with some info about my iPod.
Yes, its name is Petey. Don’t ask why. Take a closer gander at my playlists, though, it may reveal a deeper insight into my life. Actually, it doesn’t really reveal anything about my life, besides the fact that I use my iPod mainly for roadtrips, sleeping, bath-taking, and being emo. Upon further review of the contents of “Emo Times,” I find myself enraptured in laughter:
The Crystal Ship The Doors
Go Your Own Way Fleetwood Mac
Dirty Diana Michael Jackson
Weak and Powerless A Perfect Circle
The Outsider A Perfect Circle
15 Step Radiohead
Eulogy Tool
Pushit Tool
Vicarious Tool
White Summer/Black Mountain Side Led Zeppelin
The Zookeeper’s Boy Mew
Is it a good or bad thing that the closest thing I have to emo music is “Dirty Diana?” I’m gonna go with good.
Changing subjects, I’ve been somewhat in love with The Police as of late. I don’t think I really need to give a reason as to why I’m in love with them; they’re fucking awesome.
(Just a side note here- I have headphones on and I’m the only one upstairs, but I swear to Jesus it just sounded like somebody was walking around behind me. I think I may have sharted my pants a little. I pray it is the ghost of Michael.)
(Jackson.)
I also went to a show a couple night’s ago. The main performing band was Alter Bridge (you know, Creed minus the overly-Jesusey/alcoholic Scott Stapp and with the addition of Spokane boy Myles Kennedy?), but there were a couple of fairly decent openers: “Like A Storm” and “Taddy Porter.”
Brief description of “Like A Storm:” What seems like your typical douchey hardcore emo band is in reality a group of pretty New Zealand boys that like to play loud music and scream a lot. Overall, surprisingly good. I’m not usually a fan of such bands, but they actually do have some awesome talent behind their cliche manner. I didn’t care for their attempt at covering an Alice In Chains song (a band which should never, ever be covered), but oh well. Acoustic versions make them sound nicer!
As for “Taddy Porter:” The lead singer looks and sounds like the love child of Robert Plant and Joe Cocker (if you don’t know who those people are, then shame on you), the bass player has the most epic red hair I have ever seen, the guitarist is downright fantastic, and the drummer is…well…a fine drummer. They did an okay cover of “I Want You (She’s So Heavy),” but it didn’t really deviate in any way from the original so why even bother? Linkage to a video: Whatever Haunts You
(Damnit, I heard the walking again! Please be cats…please be cats…please be cats…)
Shit, this was a long entry. My bad.
2011 is going to be a good year.
I’m going to make friends and fall in love with a non-creepster.
I will be a success in school and earn many a-scholarship.
I will become a better person.
Other than that, I’m gonna drink.
-Happy New Year
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You know what isn’t awesome? Being awkward with babies.
It just so happens I am very awkward with what few babies I have encountered and let me tell you, it is very unpleasant. I blame it on my utter lack of experience with said creatures. You see, I am the youngest of my family (well, besides my nephew who was born when I was only 6-7 years old) and therefore have no idea how to change a diaper or even hold a baby correctly. I am now a 20-year-old female who made a fool of myself when given the opportunity to hold a distantly related baby cousin a few months ago. I did not ask for such a thing! The baby was practically forced upon me! Next thing you know I’m in a chair, with this baby laying on my legs in a weird position and people judging me as I look around frantically for help on how to move this child into a more socially acceptable position. “Just lift him up and sit him down! He’s not going to break,” says the grandmother of the boy as if it’s really that easy to correctly pick up this fragile sack of potatoes. Le sigh…it’s not that easy!
As a young woman, it is quite embarrassing to not be a natural when it comes to infants. It seems like everyone else who is a natural must be a better woman than you. By no means do I dislike babies. They are amazing little things- probably the most amazing things on earth, actually. And I’m pretty sure I do have a maternal instinct (judging by my obsession with cats), I just don’t think I’ve really ever had to access it before. If you never have access to something, how are you supposed to be comfortable with it?
I guess I should just stop caring what others think and find my own way with babesters. Yes, babesters- a made-up synonym for babies. I’m only 20, it’s not like I need to learn how to be the best mother by tomorrow. I’ve got years to go before I really have to worry about such things. So until then, I’m gonna live it up!
Toodles!